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Making Work a Better Place Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



My name is Joshua Townsend. To put it politely, I'm an office drone. It is my Father's company. When he dies I'll inherit the fortune, the houses, and everything else he and Granddad created. In essence, I'm going to have a great life without doing anything to deserve it. Knowing that, I've led a rather unmotivated existence. I get what I want, by and large, so I don't expect much from anyone else.

Maybe that is why my wife slept around. Had I found out, I wouldn't have cared. Unfortunately for her, it was my Father who made the discovery and he drove her out of my life and into the wilderness of a middle class existence. I hadn't much interest in women since then. Seriously, what was the point? I went to work, I hung out with some acquaintances, and took the occasional long vacation.

Anyway, I found myself sitting in my nice large office on the fourth floor -- all the important stuff done by the people that actually run the company happens on the fifth -- when Peggy, my personal assistant knocked and came in. Someone was with her which was odd. Did I mention that I'm a drone with no actual responsibility? No one comes to see me personally. Peggy handles anyone who does before I ever see them.

She came in with Paulette Ellis, one of the girls in Accounts Receivables. If I have a talent it is that I remember people's faces and names. I could tell that Paulette was upset about something so I got up from behind my monster of a desk and walked around to meet them half way.

"What can I do Peggy?"

"Paulette has a problem that I think you can help her with," Peggy told me. I didn't laugh. People don't come to me to solve problems. It just isn't done.

"What's the problem?" I found myself asking.

Peggy shut the door and ushered Paulette to the sofa. Paulette started to sniffle. Peggy sat on the far side of Paulette so I sat down on the other side. I reached out and took one of Paulette's trembling hands in my own and gave it a gentle stroke. Paulette looked to Peggy who nodded. Paulette turned to me and began speaking.

"Mr. Goldman, my manager, has been making sexual advances on me and I don't know what to do," she began. "He's made me do ... things."

"Oh, isn't this a job for Human Resources. I'm sure if you make the official complaint this matter can be cleaned up in no time."

"She's already done that," Peggy told me in the voice that implies that I've been a simpleton. She's good at that -- telling me that I'm an idiot without using those exact words.

"I went to Human Resources," sobbed Paulette, "but Mrs. Winton called me to my office and said that if I didn't retract my complaint I would be fired and given a poor reference review to all the companies in the area."

"Well that sucks," I declared in a soft voice. Peggy gave me that 'I'm an idiot' look followed by a look that said something else, but I hadn't any idea what that was. "I'll do something about this," I said, hoping that is what Peggy wanted to hear. She smiled at me so I must have done well.

"We'll think of something," Peggy assured Paulette. "Give Mr. Townsend until end of business to think up his course of action. Stay late and he will come by and tell you what to do."

Paulette nodded, took my hand in both of hers and gave them a squeeze.

"Thank you," she said in a surprisingly husky voice. I stood up, pulled Paulette up and gave her a hug. She melted into my chest and repeated her 'thank you'. I let her go and Peggy led her out of the office.

"Okay, what's my plan?" I asked Peggy when she came back into my office.

"Well, what do you know about Mr. Goldman?" she asked me.

"Not much ... he's been with us twelve years, he has a wife named Doris and a son, age ten, named Conrad and he's deacon at Westbridge Baptist Church. He's invested in our Pension Plan, has twelve people in his department, and reports to Margery Orwell."

Peggy gave me that 'good boy' look. "What is Mrs. Orwell's opinion on homosexual relationships?" I couldn't say at the time why that was relevant but I stopped asking Peggy why she says things long ago. I accept that she's right and move on.

"Well, they go to the same Church and that particular branch is all for separating homosexuals from the general population," I answered. She knew I was a fount of useless information. 

"I think we can use that," Peggy told me. I gave her that familiar look that told her that I didn't understand. She sighed with long suffering understanding. If she wasn't married I would have moved on her by now. She's really hot. "Mr. Goldman likes to drag Paulette into his office every morning at eight-thirty for a blowjob."

"How did you find out about any of this?" I had to ask.

"I have lunch outdoors on sunny days like today. I saw Paulette crying and I felt like I had to do something. We got to talking and Paulette told me everything. There was a problem and I immediately thought of you."

"What? Are you serious? What do you expect you to do?" I said in a worried tone.

"I need you to do something for me and it should be easy," Peggy smiled at me. I didn't like the look on her face.

"What do you want me to do?" I responded, accepting my fate. 

I opened the door and walked into Mr. Goldman's office. I could make out Paulette's head bobbing in his lap and her feet and ass indicating she was kneeling on her haunches behind his desk. Mr. Goldman was rapidly going from a state of bliss to a state of panic.

"Wait," he babbled, "I can explain!"

I looked at him as Peggy moved around me, phone out. Goldman was trying to rise but his pants seemed to be caught on something. He finally got up without his pants on.

"I would like to see you explain this," I growled. I always liked drama club. "Why don't you start with where your pants are?" He kept yanking on his pants and finally raised his hand up to slap Paulette in the face. 

"You are going to beat a female employee in front of me?" I snapped.

"Oh, I'm not a woman, Mr. Townsend," Paulette said. "I'm a transvestite."

I couldn't have acted more surprised. In a dim way I realized this was why Peggy hadn't told me everything.

"You're a guy?" Goldman gasped.

"I prefer the term transgender," Paulette said. I had to admit, I really thought she was as she ... or was that he was as she?

"Wow, I don't know who to tell first," I announced. "Should I start with Ms. Orwell, or your wife? Maybe I should start with my Father."

"Wait, please. Let's work something out," the man pleaded. Here was where Peggy's coaching came into play. All I had to do was remember my lines.

"If you immediately resign, I won't inform anyone in the company of the disgusting homosexual favors you forced on your employees. How you explain this to your wife will no longer be my concern either. If you fail to do this right now, I will walk out of here and let events take their course." Now the whole 'homosexual angle' made sense to me. I always trusted Peggy to make sure I was saying the right things.

"There must be something we can work out," Goldman begged.

"I should call his Pastor to recommend counseling for his wife," Peggy chimed in. Goldman looked like he'd been slapped. "That is Westbridge Baptist correct?"

"Good bye, Mr. Goldman. Ms. Ellis, go to my office. I will handle your dismissal when I'm done here," I barked. Paulette straightened herself up and quickly exited our presence. 

"You can't do this to me," he wailed.

"But you can force young men to give you oral sex?" I countered. He recoiled. I turned to leave and I was sure Peggy was smirking at him as she took one more pic for her camera-phone.

"NO! I'll do it," Goldman groaned.

"Sit and type, damn you," I commanded. "Make it short and concise. I don't have all day to waste on you." That was a lie. I really had nothing else to do today, but he didn't need to know that.

"I'll tell you what to say," Peggy grinned evilly. I sat back and let the Master do her magic. When she finished the man was crying buckets. I walked him out of the office and to his car, Peggy in tow.

"If you ever come back, or even call someone at this corporation, I'll find out about it," Peggy warned him, "and I'll make sure that everyone finds out what a pervert you really are." The man almost ran over some employee who was arriving late to work.

"You did well," Peggy told me. "You should get a reward."

"How about I take you and your husband out to dinner? I've always wanted to meet the guy."

"I'll make him aware that you made the offer, but you know he travels so much on his job," Peggy explained. That guy was one hell of a provider. He always seemed to be travelling.

"I was thinking more of something like having a few managers make notations of how helpful you have been in their quarterly reports," she sighed.

"End of the quarter already? Well damn, I'll need to start working on my tan. I hate to go to the Bahamas looking all pale and pasty."

"I'll make the proper appointments sir," Peggy smiled in her motherly way. Considering we were both twenty-eight, I always found that both amusing and comforting.

Paulette was waiting nervously on my sofa when we came back into my office. She jumped up and looked both fearful and expectant.

"Did he go?" she asked.

"Gone for good," Peggy assured her. "We won't be seeing him around here anymore and your secret will be safe with us." Paulette ran over to me and hugged me tightly, which I found confusing; Peggy had done all the real work. All I had to do was act outraged by channeling some of what authority figures had been showing me over the years. I hugged her back, patting her gently on the back.

"There, there, it's okay now," I comforted Paulette.

"Let me make it up to you," Paulette sighed into my shoulder. I found her hands getting uncomfortably familiar with my ass and crotch.

"I'll be out at my desk if you need anything sir," Peggy informed me as she hastily retreated out the door, shutting it behind her.

"Do you like me?" Paulette said as she looked up at me. She really didn't look, or sound like, a guy. She certainly seemed to act like a girl. I couldn't stop thinking of her as a 'her'.

"I think you are a good person," I gulped. This situation was going way too fast for me. It didn't seem to be going fast enough for Paulette. I was still trying to figure out why Peggy left.

"Let me show you how good I can be," she said as she knelt down in front of me and pulled my zipper down.

"You don't need to do this," I said. "A nice card at Christmas would do."

"I know I don't have to do this, which is why I want to," she smiled up at me. "Do you want me to stop?" she added with a hint of fear.

I struggled to think of what Peggy would tell me to do at a time like this. I stroked Paulette's hair and said, "No, I think I'd like this very much." She couldn't seem to get my cock out fast enough. She stroked it expertly as I rapidly hardened.

"I had heard you didn't do much here," she said after she planted her first kiss on my head. "I'm glad they were wrong."

"I like to think I make people happy," I groaned. "Seeing you smile has made my day."

"You certainly made me day," she continued as she slowly engulfed then released to top of my penis. She really knew what she was doing and she was going at me with great enthusiasm. I resolved to get out of my office more often if this was what I could look forward to.

She changed her attack to licking the underside of my shaft all the way down to my balls. She swallowed one, then the other, then somehow managed to fit both of them at one time. I groaned loudly. I'd never had girl do this to me before.

"You like?" she slurped.

"No, I love," I gasped. "I've never had someone do that to me before." That bit of news made her very happy. I began running my hands through her hair as she worked up and down my shaft again. "You are fantastic."

"I'll show you fantastic," she promised. She took my head back into her mouth and slowly worked her way down. Now, I've seen fraternity brothers with bigger dicks, but I have everything to be proud of. I've never had a girl deep throat me, not until right then. She just kept going and going and going until her noise touched my stomach.

"Oh God!" I moaned. I pushed down on her head reveling in the sensation. I had to good sense to let up quickly, but Paulette didn't move. She kept working my shaft with her tongue and her throat muscles. "I can't last much longer," I warned her. She responded by pulling back about half way and working my shaft with her hand while liking the top half and tip with her tongue.

I arched back and tried to stifle an ecstatic gasp of pleasure as I shot my first load down her throat. She responded by gobbling up my cock and sucking my semen as fast as I could pump it out. When the room stopped spinning and the tunnel vision cleared I found myself looking down into Paulette's eyes. She looked terribly pleased with herself. 

She cleaned me up until every last drop was gone then gently put my cock back into my boxers and zipped my pants back up. She stood and looked at me proudly.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," she grinned. As she made to move past me, I caught her waist with one arm and pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately, tasting the remnants of my seed in her mouth. Our tongues played tag for maybe thirty seconds. I pulled back and she was staring at me.

"Most guys don't ... you know ... once they know what I am ..."

"I'm not most guys," I grinned. I kissed her again on her forehead before releasing her.

"Anytime you want anything ... anything," Paulette said, wiping a bit of saliva from the side of her mouth, "don't hesitate to ask. Anything."

"Wow, okay, thanks," I managed to stammer. Paulette gave me a very seductive smirk and glided out of my office. Peggy came in after Paulette left.

"You did two good things today," she smiled. Sensing my confusion, she explained. "You got rid of an ogre who made your employees' work environment miserable, and you created one happy, motivated worker."

"Peggy, you had me at the smile," I responded dreamily. Sometimes I don't understand what she's talking about and most of the time I don't need to.

Making Work a Better Place Ch. 02



Here I am, my own favorite office drone and I'm not droning like I used to. My personal assistant insists that I circulate among the workers in my section before I can sit down in my office and blow off the rest of the morning. I thought this would be worse than it is. It started with me stopping by Paulette's desk. Seeing me appears to make her happy, which is a plus in my book. Suddenly, other office workers were saying 'hi' to me as well so I feel obliged to talk with them. (Sigh) Next thing I know they are asking me to look at all kinds of work they are doing and are asking me my advice. That kind of weirds me out.

Peggy has prepared me for this eventuality though. She's really smart that way. All I am required to do is remember what time of day it is. In the morning I say: I will review this and have a response by noon. If it is in the afternoon I say: I will look this over and have something back to you by start of business tomorrow. I have no idea what any of that stuff means. I certainly don't see any extra work coming my way, so I'm happy. Peggy does have me sign off on a few extra things though plus she uses my computer to type some e-mails. I don't know why she can't use her own, but since she doesn't mind me watching girls' softball on ESPN while she works, I don't worry about her using my mailbox for whatever she's doing.

I have actually gotten a smile from Peggy though I'm not sure why. I decided to get a new coffeemaker for the employee's lounge plus a month's supply of my favorite blends. I'm also having a fruit basket delivered there daily so I can always find those little oranges I like whenever I want them. Peggy did all the real work like locating the vendor and placing the order, but it was my idea and I'm very proud of that. I think Peggy is proud of me too.

Peggy comes into my office after I've made my rounds and have settled into a tough game of Angry Birds. I put my phone down and look at her expectantly. She doesn't say anything and after a second I realize that something is wrong.

"Tell me what's wrong," tumbles out of my mouth. I'm not sure why I said that. It isn't like I can do anything.

"Oh, it is nothing. I have a few more things for you to sign," she sighs. As she comes around the desk I notice that the middle button on her blouse has fallen off. I do notice cleavage; I am a guy after all. Peggy looks at me, looks down at her blouse and bra (lacey magenta) and covers up the gap with one of her hands. I look into her eyes trying to figure out what to do or say next.

Her eyes are slightly watery and I figure I've screwed up.

"I'm sorry," I mutter. Saying 'you have great ta-tas and I can't look away,' doesn't seem right for this situation. Her eyes go from sad and upset to bright and glowing.

"You're brilliant!" she blurts out, "fucking brilliant." He leans in and gives me a kiss on the top of my head. I have nothing to say. She just shoved her D-sized breasts in my face. Her husband is one lucky guy.

Only after she sprints from the room does it occur to me I haven't a clue what I've done. This is not usual for me. Being called brilliant is new. Something else now occurs to me; I've dodged doing some work and gotten a peek at Peggy's desirables. This is turning out to be a great day. Peggy ruins that by telling me I have a working lunch with Mr. Dewitt from Quality Control. I've never had a working lunch before and didn't know it was going to be in my office. How can you have lunch if you don't leave the office? Peggy assures me that other people do this and survive.

Malcolm Dewitt is a nice guy, 32 years old, not married nor any serious prospects though he is good-looking; he's a slave to his job (I've seen his overtime reports – Peggy insisted that I do). He owns a small townhouse and had a cat that ran away. No friends or family close by. He's in my office, eating Italian takeout with me, going over compliance regulations for the upcoming year. I'm not sure what that means. I nod and look serious, just like Peggy told me to.

"So sir, you see why we need a new junior compliance officer," Malcolm finishes up. "The new work load will come out to around fifty man/hours and the current staff can't handle that."

"What does HR say on the matter?" I say. I always try to 'pass the buck' whenever possible.

"They tell me that it isn't in the budget," he gripes. "We are going to get killed with the overtime, sir." It is past noon. I know what to say.

"I will look this over and have something back to you by start of business tomorrow."

"Thank you sir; I'm sure you will do the right thing." He stands up to go, "It is good to see you taking a hand in this matter. It means a lot to the crew to see that Upper Management is listening to us." It belatedly occurs to me that by Upper Management he means me.

"I'll take your paperwork and review it. This is my first thing to do as soon as I clear lunch away." Honestly it is the only thing for me to do after lunch and all I have to do is hand it off to Peggy, but if it makes him feel good I'll act like I know what I'm doing. Speaking of the Devil, the door opens and Peggy walks in with Briana Sinclair. I stand up.

Briana Sinclair is from our legal department, age 30, no committed relationships, and a workaholic like Malcolm here. For some reason her overtime reports has crossed my desk too. It is like Peggy has ESP or something. She rents uptown, which is probably too expensive for her salary and this most likely explains her drab clothing. Her body looks nice enough, but she could work on her hair and makeup.

"Mr. Townsend, a problem has come up that needs your immediate attention." The first thing that occurs to me is that the building most be on fire and we need to leave right away. Then I realize we don't hear any alarms.

"Sure," I smile, "what can I help with?"

"A compliance issue has come up that our legal department is looking into, but we aren't allowed to take action without executive authorization," Peggy explains. I am now totally confused; who here thinks I have executive authority?

"Great. I have Malcolm here from Compliance. Why don't you explain the issue to us both and let us brainstorm a solution?" I grin. Thank God Malcolm's here. Otherwise I would be totally lost. Man, I am lucky he just happens to be in the right place at the right time. For some reason Peggy is giving me an 'atta boy' smile.

"Brianna, why don't you sit next to Malcolm and I'll pull a chair over by Mr. Townsend and we can work this out," Peggy says graciously. We all take up our assigned roles and I quickly learn mine. I sit back, nod a few times, and occasionally bounce an idea off Peggy. I haven't a clue what anyone is talking about and I have to resist the urge to tidy up my office while everyone else does the work.

I come back to the world with Briana asking me,

"Will you do this sir?" I look to Peggy who stares back at me. I think and think and think ... Peggy biting her lip means something bad, so not biting her lip means it's something good.

"Peggy," I say decisively, "Clear my schedule. I'm not going to stop until these two matters are adequately resolved."

"Right away sir," Peggy responds by jumping up. I love the way her breasts bounce. I try not to ogle them too much.

When Peggy ushers those two out of the office they are in animated conversation. Peggy looks inordinately pleased with herself. She comes over and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" I ask bewildered.

"For being you sir," she grins.

"Now, how am I going to get out of this," I look at her timidly. "Who in the hell do I go to?"

"Your Father," Peggy beams. I groan. My Father doesn't hate me, he loathes me. He thinks I'm a totally worthless nitwit, and I tend to agree with him.

"Dad will toss me out on my ear," I explain.

"Not if you are going to save him half a million dollars he's not. All you have to do is memorize forty lines and don't panic. Can you do that?" Reluctantly I nod.

"For you I'll do it," I smile. She reaches up and strokes my chin line.

"Thank you," she says, "for re-affirming my faith in you." I have no idea what she's talking about, and I really don't care. Her touch feels really nice. I'll worry about Dad later.

(After surviving Dad's office)

"Well," Peggy whispers as I walk out of my Father's office. I must look like a punch-drunk sailor.

"He approved it. He told me it was good work. He even looked at me funny, like he'd never really seen me before. I've never been so afraid in all my life," I manage to finally say. Peggy circles my arm in hers and we head for the elevator. We are on the top floor of the building where all the final decisions are made. It occurs to me that except for my first day on the job, I've never been up here during business hours.

"Let's get you back to your office and make some calls. Certain people are going to love this," she tells me.

"Did I really save the company money?" She squeezes my arm in response.

"Yes you did. How many of those lines did you have to go through?" Peggy asks.

"Thirty-eight," I sigh. "It was a close thing. Honestly I think he was surprised to hear your ideas coming out of my mouth. You must be really smart."

"Are you going to hold that against me?" Peggy replies seriously. I don't think that question makes sense.

"Why? You have always looked after me," I look down at her. Peggy and I are from different worlds. She comes from a broken home, a poor background, and has had to fight for every scrap of advancement she's ever gotten. Only now does it appear to me that she doesn't know how I feel about her.

"I doubt I could come to work without you, Peggy. I know I'm not the brightest guy in the company, but you don't treat me like I'm a moron. I like that. It makes me feel useful. I like you Peggy." She squeezes my arm even tighter.

"I like you too, Joshua," she sighs. "Joshua, what is my name?"

"Penelope Anne Fark, but you've gone by Peggy since the fifth grade."

"How come you can remember that, but not a compliance report?" she wonders.

"I only remember the stuff that no one else values," I respond. It is my gift.

"I value it, Joshua. Now I need you to do something for me; two things actually."

"Sure," I reply, "what are they?"

"I want you to play along no matter how weird it gets and I want you to forget that I am married for the next twenty-four hours. Can you do that?" she inquires.

"Does this mean we are going to sleep together?" I ask hopefully. She giggles.

"Don't press your luck."

(That evening)

Peggy tells me the plan is simple. I think we have different definitions of the word. Malcolm and I are going out to a bar to get some drinks to celebrate our/his good fortune on his proposal. I am to drive. Peggy and Brianna are going to show up a little later and we will all have some drinks together. She will be driving for the girls. I am not to drink too much. Peggy will remember some work at my office that we absolutely need and the four of us will go there.

Now it gets weird. Peggy and I are going to go into my bathroom and pretend to have sex. She didn't exactly explain how we are going to do this. I get a feeling it won't be as fun as real sex. Brianna and Malcolm will be excited by our actions and have a bit of a fling themselves. I repeat; Peggy's idea of simple and my idea of simple are totally different things.

At the bar our conversation goes something like this.

"Malcolm, do you like Briana?"

He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. "Yes, sort of."

"Well, she's really in to you. If I was you and I had a chance, I'd make a move on her."

"What?" he asks. "Are you into her too?"

"No, Peggy and I are having an affair and we are going through insane hoops to cover it up." I like the insane hoops angle. I've waited years to put it in a sentence. 

"So why are we here again?"

"Peggy can't make out unless someone is making out in the next room next door apparently, so do me this favor and make out with Briana tonight," I lie to him.

"Are you for real?" he gawks.

"She makes the rules, I don't," I confess. Technically we are playing by her rules.

"But how is this going to happen?" Malcolm finally manages to say.

"Peggy is going to claim she forgot something at my office and encourage us all to go there to get this thing. We go there, she takes me to the bathroom, and once you two start getting it on, she will be happy." That's not a total lie. I will be the only one unhappy.

"Why Brianna? I mean, how did she get dragged into this?"

"She likes you. She likes you enough to go along with this insane plan. She will probably act like she doesn't know, so you shouldn't either. Act like it is all happening naturally."

"How far should I take it?" he inquires.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"No," he sighs. I pull one out of my pocket and hand it to him.

"Have one of mine. I always come prepared."

"Okay, I'll do it, but only because you helped me out today," he says.

I take a sip of my drink and smile. What's so hard about convincing a guy that he likes the girl he likes and that she will do to him what he will do to her; simple. If I was smarter it might actually occur to me that I have better people skills than Peggy does. Thankfully thinking is not something I've ever encouraged in myself.

Peggy and Brianna arrive. I smile at Peggy who smiles back. I note that Brianna has a far better bra on than she had on this afternoon, plus heels, and a touch more makeup. She's even fixed her hair in a looser style which looks nice on her roundish face. Malcolm's shyness is gone because like most guys when you know you are going to get laid, everything else is gravy.

They seem to be hitting it off very well, so much so that Peggy shoots me a glance that says 'what have you done now'. I look like I don't know anything. Funny how easy that is for me. By the time Peggy 'remembers' what she's 'forgotten', the two victims of our conspiracy all but tumble out of their seats dragging us to the door. As we are walking back to our respective cars, Peggy pulls me back.

"You told him," she states.

"You told her," I respond.

"But of course I told her," Peggy snaps. "One of them had to know what the plan was."

"Did you tell her to act like she didn't know?"

"Yes ... did you tell him to act like he didn't know?"

"Yes." She punches me in the arm and storms off toward the car.

On the drive back to the office I try not to grin like the village idiot.

"So, you two are getting along alright?" I start.

"Great," he grins. "We have so much in common and did you see how great she looks?"

"Make sure you tell her that. In my experience woman like to be told how pretty they are. It helps when it is true."

"Well, I have your back tonight. I think I'm going to make a move on her," he confesses.

"Nah," I shrug. "Do something simple like putting a hand above her knee, but let her make the first move. She has experience attacking things."

"Does she?" he wondered.

"She brought the problem forward when she didn't have to. Trust me I've spent a lifetime avoiding things I had to do. The very idea of doing something I don't have to do makes me queasy," I say. He looks over at me. I imagine he thinks I'm joking.

"You are a funny guy. I never knew you could be so ... helpful."

Oh God, now someone thinks I'm helpful. How in the hell do I get out of this? If this impacts my vacation time Peggy and I are going to have words. Besides, if they think I'm doing something, they will promote me to the fifth floor and then they will ... like ... expect things. Doesn't anyone understand that Girls Volleyball season is almost here?

We get up to the office with Brianna and Malcolm shooting each other furtive looks. I'm starting think I should have given him an extra condom so I palm one and slip it to him as we get out. It takes him a second to realize what it is. They guy has certainly never been in a fraternity that I'm aware of. Once in the office, Peggy makes a show of getting some file off my desk and heading toward the bathroom. I count to fifteen and then she calls me over. I don't say anything; I walk. Peggy makes sure the door doesn't shut all the way.

"What now?" I whisper.

"Grab me by the hips and put me on the sink," she responds quietly. Wow, I'm grabbing her ass and it feels great. I slide her up on the granite surface and she wraps her black stocking-clad legs around me pulling me in.

"Act like you are kissing me on the neck and start unbuttoning my blouse." Really all she has to say is 'undress me', but if she wants to stretch this out, who am I to complain. I start working her neck and I 'accidently' start kissing it very lightly. Instead of stopping me, she pushes my head into her a bit. She moans from deep within her chest. As I work her buttons down, I brush the frilly fabric of her new purple bra. I elect not to stop there, but continue on down. 

She leans back, propping herself up with one hand while keeping the other one in my hair. I keep working the buttons down until I have to pull the shirt out of her skirt to finish the job. She's looking at me funny. I lean in and her lips part slightly.

"You need to keep moaning," I whisper. Her eyes widen a bit, she nods and moans again 

I think she needs help, so I put one hand on the small of the back and push her into me. That earns me an 'ugh' followed by an 'aaahhh'. My other hand moves along her belly until it is right beneath her left breast. I look at her, waiting for her to tell me to stop. Instead she closes her eyes and tilts her head toward the ceiling.

I start to rub the fabric of the bra over the nipple and watch it harden into a tight, thick nub. She spasms against me. She's moaning so much that I have to admire her acting skills. I imagine she's thinking about her husband right now, lucky bastard.

"Tell me what he does for you, if that helps you imagine better," I tell her. She lowers her head down and gives me another strange look.

"Kiss me here," she says softly as she takes her hand from my hair and puts it to her lips. I respond as directed. "And here," she points to the corner of her mouth, "and here," so I follow along. She starts purring. Soon she stops talking. I kiss along the line she draws with her finger. I nibble her ear, throat and down to her breast. For a time I kiss through the bra until she reaches under her bra cup and pulls the upper half of the breast and nipple out.

I begin to work it hard with my lips. I stop pretending to kiss and begin to suckle. Her hand reaches back to my head and pulls me in. Her breathing becomes more difficult and labored. I hear louder noises coming from the direction of my office sofa. I pull off her nipple fighting her insistent pressure.

"We can stop now," I tell her surprised eyes, "I think your plan has worked."

"Huh?" she murmurs, "oh, I see ... and hear ... thank you for noticing," she responds with a bit of confusion. "You can get your hand off my breast now," she adds.

"Your husband is one lucky guy," I tell her as I slip my hand away.

"Yes," she laughs bitterly, "he's one lucky guy." I pull her down, letting my hand slide off her ass. She looks at me with curiosity. I pad over quietly to the door.

"Why didn't you keep at it? I didn't hear them," she continues.

"I would never do that to you Peggy. You are too important to me," I whisper back with a smile.

"Who else would book your vacations?" she responds as she comes up to where I'm peeking through the door.

"Who else can I trust?" I reply quietly. "Otherwise I could end up stepping out of a plane in Anchorage with nothing on but a swimsuit and a smile."

For some strange reason she hugs me and wiggles around so she can see through the crack in the door as well. Malcolm and Brianna are going at it, or truth be told, going at it as much as their clothing allows.




Making Work a Better Place Ch. 02



For the life of me I can't figure out how hard it is to unbuckle someone's pants. I do it all the time, but Brianna seems to be having problem with Malcolm's. Malcolm is trying to squeeze Brianna's breasts, reach inside her shirt, cop a feel of her ass and help her get his pants off all at the same time. Even I know that he has two arms too few.

"Should I go and show them how it's done?" I whisper to Peggy. It really is painful to watch.

"Do it and I'll castrate you," she snarls softly.

"Okay ... Peggy, what does castrate mean?"

"It means I'll cut your nuts off," she emphasizes by reaching behind her and grabbing my crotch.

"We could make it a four-way," I say hopefully. That earns me an elbow to the sternum which I assume is a negative response. If I was smarter I'd remember that she told me to treat her like she wasn't married. Instead she's treating me like she's married to me. I almost cheer when Brianna finally undoes the belt buckle.

"Buttons," Brianna moans.

"Huh?" both Malcolm and I say together.

"Unbutton me, silly," Brianna purrs at him. His hands are shaking like a leaf. Brianna starts unzipping Malcolm's pants. Brianna has to help him, but both he and I appreciate the view. For a woman who dresses like a repressed schoolmarm her bra is dynamite. 

"Do you like the bra?" Peggy whispers to me.

"Yes," is my monosyllabic reply.

"I picked it out for her, on your company card," she informs me.

"Good choice," I remark. Then a stray thought grapples its way through the desert that is my brain to the oasis that is my intellectual prowess.

"Did you buy a bra for yourself?"

"Yes; panties too. Brianna's are in beige, like her bra."

"Can I see your panties?"

"No," she whispers idly.

"Can I see your bra again?"

"Only if you behave," she sighs. I smile. That wasn't a 'no'.

By this time my two inept love birds have discovered something I learned in high school - take off your own damn clothes first. Malcolm nearly kills himself because he forgets to take off his shoes before taking off his pants. I knew to do that before I was ten. Brianna is turning to be a real treasure. She's got stockings, a garter belt and finely knit beige panties.

"Like the garter belt and stockings?" Peggy asks. I nod. "I picked those out too."

"Good choice," I say as I pat her on the shoulder.

"I would have let her get a bikini wax if I'd had the time," Peggy murmurs.

"Maybe we should have a Girl Spa Day; sort of like a Guy's Retreat but with less mosquitoes."

Peggy twists her head and looks up at me. I'm getting one of those strange looks again. Whatever I'm doing I should stop doing it because not knowing what she wants me to do scares the crap out of me.

"You are brilliant," she says as she strokes my cheek. "I'll get on it first thing in the morning."

I'm less afraid now because Peggy is happy. When I do something good, Peggy rewards me – usually with a piece of chocolate. She takes away all my candy-stashes her first month on the job and she always finds any new stuff I smuggle in right away. No matter where I hide it, she finds it. Maybe I should stop hiding it in the mouth of the big fish on the wall.

I groan. Malcolm has committed a grave error. You don't try to apply cunnilingus on a woman through her panties unless you have a very strong tongue. It doesn't even look like he knows where the clit is. He's all over the place. Brianna saves the day by grabbing his hair and forcing him down where he needs to go. He takes direction well and is a good learner. He's going at it with great vigor. Brianna starts moaning appreciatively.

"You gave him condom's right?" Peggy whispers.

"Two."

"Good boy."

Brianna takes a hold of the situation. She unclasps the front of the bra, letting her breast spring free. She takes one of Malcolm's hands and brings it up to a breast. He reaches around blindly until he touches the nipple. He starts working it between his thumb and forefinger.

Peggy starts grinding against me. I'm not sure why she wants to back up. I'm enjoying the show and if she's not, she can move around me. She keeps pushing into me though.

"Play with my breasts," Peggy sighs sensually to me.

"What?" I sound befuddled. Peggy sounds out something guttural that I'm not sure belongs in the English language, grabs my hands and puts one on each breast.

"Oh ... play with your breast!" I realize. This is something I can do. I'm a good breast-fondler. I start pushing them together and apart. My fingers come across the front clasp I'd missed earlier and pop it open. Now both uncovered breasts are in my hands. I start working the nipples with two fingers while massaging the whole breast with the rest. Peggy keeps trying to push me back, but I like where I am.

Now she's pushing back and grinding her hips. If this wasn't Peggy I'd think these gyrations were going somewhere ... except my comfy sofas is occupied and the floor in here is cold. Besides, this is Peggy; she's happily married to an Ex-SEAL, Green Beret, Secret Special Forces kind of guy who goes all around the world killing people. He murdered the last man who tried to score with Peggy. She showed me the news article and everything right after she started working for me. She also told me to not sleep with any of the other office assistants either. Since I really had my heart set on an open-casket funeral, I've been a good boy ever since ... unless you count Paulette, but she let me have sex with Paulette.

Malcolm has learned the trick of moving the panties aside and now that he knows where he's supposed to go, Brianna is going all out with the sound effects. She's rocketing toward and orgasm. I start chanting a little mantra "use your fingers; use your fingers" which miraculously works. He brings up his free (ass-grabbing) hand and runs one finger along the slit. He goes up and down, pushing a little and stopping.

"Put the finger in," I whisper my next mantra, "put the finger in," and he suddenly slips his first finger in and Brianna moans loud enough to make me glad I had my room soundproofed after that World Cup fiasco. Brianna is getting really loud. Peggy seems to have some trouble standing so she moves one arm around my neck and is pulling my face forward right into her neck. Since I'm there, I nudge her shoulder length brown hair aside with my face and go to work on her neck.

"I want you Malcolm," Brianna pants heavily. He rises up and starts reading the condom rapper while Brianna pulls off her panties. He is kneeling there on the sofa, naked, with a condom wrapper while Brianna has only her garter and stockings on and she starts laughing.

"I've never done this before," Malcolm admits.

"I'm a bit rusty too," Brianna says. She follows that up with, "Are you a virgin?"

Malcolm looks afraid, but he nods. "Close once or twice, but never all the way.

"Just once for me and not too much fun. He was a real dunce. He didn't know what he was doing either." I'm an idiot and I wince at that one.

Malcolm looks over to the bathroom were we struggle out of sight. "Should I get some advice?"

"From him? Isn't he a bit slow?" Brianna asks.

"He was married once and he has Peggy who basically runs this department for him." Malcolm heads for the bathroom and knocks on the door. Wasting no time, Peggy pulls down her underwear, hikes up her skirt to the waist line and bends over the sink. She motions at me and my pants underwear and shoes are gone like lighting. It seems I get to see her panties after all.

I press myself against Peggy's vulnerable rear and all the thoughts of terribly tortures Peggy's husband will inflict on me go away. I'm hard as a rock 

When Malcolm gently knocks on the door; I think of something which is strange but I blame it on drama club. I take my belt and have Peggy bite down on it. This time I get a look that I know isn't good.

I come to the door. The KISS principle is in effect.

"Can you help me with this?" Malcolm hand me the condom, I tear I open and pull it out.

"Tool," I say as I point at his penis. He steps forward and I take it in hand and before he can get his second protest out, it's on. "It happens all the time bro," I tell him.

He smiles weakly. "I suggest you get her over onto her stomach and all fours, get one hand on her clit and the other on her breast. Let her do the pushing. It is an easy way and both parties have to work at it. Now, go get her. And give her your game plan."

I turn to see Peggy looking at me and smiles which is kinky-wicked with my belt in her mouth. She ruins the affect by pulling the belt out and gives a broader grin.

"That was good advice," she tells me. "I wouldn't have told Brianna to say that. Will it work?"

"It should. How about we move back around so that you can see?"

"I'm okay with that, but don't go too far. Keep your hands were I can keep track of them," Peggy warns me. I'm a dangerous man to leave with vague orders. I go back with her to the door. She pushes back against me in a slow steady motion and I'm starting to think that her earlier actions may have been in the same vein. One of my hands reaches from the shoulder down the arm until it slides over to the breast, only touching it for now with brief stokes.

My other hand goes down and strokes one of those perfect ass cheeks, playing with it the way a baker plays with dough. It doesn't stay there long. I slip it down her ass and pass beneath into the Promised Land. I'm surprised how wet she is. She's surprised that my hand is not only down there, but inside her too.

Peggy keeps her balance with one arm. The other comes down and put a hold on the one I have on her pussy. She doesn't drive it away. She stops it. I bury my head into her neck and kiss and suck I don't have a plan. I'm going where my instincts take me. Peggy starts moving my lower hand, slowly, but allowing some freedom to explore. Peggy starts moaning loudly herself.

It took a moment for Malcolm to explain his plan to Brianna. She began going over other opportunities and Malcolm went back to licking her clit until he gets his way. He lines up on her form; hands out-stretched to the elbows which rose to the shoulders. Her head is lowered to a pillow and the knees wide enough apart to allow access. There is a horrible second when both Peggy and Joshua think Malcolm might pick the wrong damn hole. Brianna resolves the crisis by reaching back and leading him in. They kept it for a minute when Malcolm suddenly shouted "Damn it!" and slumps over.

"Whoops; misfire." I comment. Peggy grabs my hand (the one on her breast) and we 'stumble into the room.

"Hey guys," Peggy says in the sensual sexy voice that I've only heard on high quality pronos. She stops suddenly and I back right in her. My prick is on the same track as my hand but slides down and across her slit. I'm not inside of her because her hand is stopping me.

It takes me a moment to understand where we are. I notice Brianna looking at us ... joined almost together. Malcolm slumps back onto the sofa, but he takes the moment to slip his condom off and hides it beneath one of the cushions. I want a new sofa now.

"Oh God, we are sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Joshua can be so insistent," Peggy giggles.

I didn't know Peggy could giggle like that. I also didn't know that I would be taking the blame for this. I back up slightly only to find my penis is pressing against her anus. Peggy gasps and squeezes my hand hard. I freeze. Brianna finally manages to say something.

"I ... it's okay ... we were only ... oh damn, I don't know what to say," she groans.

"Brianna, I had no idea how smoking hot you are. We should leave you and Malcolm to whatever," I tell her. I see Brianna looking to Malcolm who is already hardening again as he is looking at Peggy's exposed breasts and thighs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his second condom. Brianna takes in Malcolm's actions out of the corner of her eye, while keeping her main focus on us.

Peggy starts pushing back against me and the inevitable happens. I slip into her back passage. She tenses up and gasps audibly. I slowly untangle my hand from hers and rest it on her hip. She shudders beneath my touch as I pull away. Instead of disengaging, Peggy backs up with me until we slip back into the bathroom and she shuts the door.

Peggy puts a hand on my hip and leans toward the door, pulling my member within her along for the ride. There simply isn't enough pressure to cause me to pop out. When I press her into as she is presses against the door I slowly drive into her. I wait for her to tell me to stop. I give into temptation and make gentle pumping motions.

"Should I stop?" I ask her in a worried tone. Peggy shakes her head. I don't drive in too hard or too fast. I don't want to fuck her, but I don't want to give up the feel of her. When I stop she presses against my chest. Then to my surprise, she rises up on her toes and slides down on me; only a little bit, but from the grip her anus has on me, I can't imagine she's had much anal sex. She seems to be savoring the moment and the sensation. I wish I knew what to do.

Through the door I hear Brianna start to cry out. Peggy responds by becoming a little more insistent in her gyrations. More and more of my member sink into her. I start meeting her thrusts until I feel myself press strongly against her firm buttocks. She rocks back against me until I have no choice but to fall back. That brings me partially out of her. I push back in and she says, "Yes". She repeats the maneuver and I push back in again with the same results.

I feel her hand reaching between her legs and touch my balls as they rock against ass. I begin working over her nipple harder for no better reason that it feels right. I keep expecting her to tell me we've done enough. I don't want it to happen but I don't really understand why. It is almost like I've never wanted anything more than I want her right now.

Brianna cries out in the inescapable sound of a woman hitting her peak. Whatever sounds Malcolm maybe makes is lost in her cries. Peggy reaches around with both hands and grabs my ass, keeping me deep within her.

"Stop," she whispers.

"You are close," I whisper back to her clearly confused.

"I know," she pants softly. "That is why I want you to please stop." I press my face into the hair on the back of her hair.

"Okay," I sigh. I slowly start pulling out. Instead of letting me slip away, she occasionally stops my progress and holds me still for several seconds. I hate it when I finally pop out. I'm still hard as a rock. I'm not sure about the way she lets me slip up between her cheeks for a few more seconds.

"We need to get dresses," she grins up at me. I hasten to obey because I know that making Peggy angry with me is the surest way to not get back to where I want to be. We are finishing up when we step out into the office. Malcolm has shifted his weight to one side but remains on top of Brianna. Brianna's thighs and calves still bracket him. Brianna half rises in surprise when we come in then reclines back down.

"I'm sorry that I was so loud," Brianna blushes.

"Honestly I didn't hear," Peggy lies. "I was ... busy." For some reason I wrap an around Peggy, hand resting on her belly. "We need to get going," she adds. "Housekeeping will be coming by soon and I don't want them to catch Joshua and I here."

I think of the times that the facilities staff has caught me all over this place and not said a word. I don't know what to make of Peggy's caution. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Peggy insists I don't sleep with any of the corporate staff anymore. I do that because I think she's special and she makes me feel special. For the life of me I don't know how it got to be this way.

Brianna and Malcolm start getting dressed. I hurriedly get a waste basket for Malcolm so that he doesn't stash another used condom in my sofa. The rest is easy; only a matter of getting each person into their individual clothing. The four of us go to the parking deck as a group. We are all laughing and talking about nothing in particular. We get Brianna to her car first. She asks Malcolm to call her tomorrow morning about 'business'.

I'm not sure about what that would be and pray it doesn't involve me. We send Malcolm off next and for a few moments we are alone.

"What was the business Brianna wanted to talk about?" I ask in a concerned voice.

"Don't worry," Peggy chuckles, "we don't have to do anything more. They will do the rest by themselves ... and hopefully not on your sofa."

"I need a new sofa."

"Why?" Peggy asks.

"Malcolm put a used condom under the center cushion," I recite sadly.

"Right – new sofa tomorrow," she snorts.

"Peggy?"

"Yes Joshua?"

"Is your husband going to find out about what we did tonight and kill me?"

"No," she sighs fondly, "I can pretty much guarantee that my husband will never know about tonight. What would you say if he did show up and asked you about it though?" I think about that for a second.

"I'd tell him it was worth it," I confess. She looks up and gives me that 'atta boy' smile, strokes my cheek and heads for her car. I head home. I'm going to watch the best comedy on TV – Game of Thrones.



Making Work a Better Place Ch. 03



I look up and notice Paulette talking to Peggy and occasionally looking my way. I'm busy trying to beat my high score on Adventure Time so I miss most of what's going on out there. I do catch the phrases '... keep it simple ...' and '... use small words ...' which is par for the course when dealing with me. As Smash Mouth once said, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. Peggy stands up and walks Paulette to my door. Paulette steps inside and Peggy shuts the door, staying outside. I put my phone down.

"Hey Paulette," I greet her. She walks up to my desk. For some reason she's avoiding eye contact. That is kind of strange because she has wonderful green eyes. She comes around my monster of a desk and stops beside my chair.

"Do you like me, Mr. Townsend?"

"Sure I do and call me Joshua while we are in my office."

"Joshua would you like to go out with me?" she asks, still looking down.

"Sure. Drinks would be great."

"No, would you like to go out on a date ... with me ... together," she says softly.

"Ah ... Paulette I haven't been out on a date since my wife left me. Peggy doesn't approve of me going out on my own," I reply truthfully.

"Oh ... do you find me attractive?" she whispers as she looks up.

"I think that you are beautiful. Who wouldn't? You are a stone-cold fox," I tell her. Paulette is slight, but she has a tight body. Her breasts are small, but firm and she has an ass to die for. She probably isn't one hundred pounds, but they fit on her small frame very well.

Paulette studies my face looking for I don' know what, but she slowly grins and her grin becomes a smile. It is one of the 'I did something right' smiles.

"You really think so, don't you?" she questions out loud.

"Of course I do. Why would I tell you anything different?" Sometimes I don't understand why people make life out to be so complicated.

"Would you like to have sex with me?" she says. I stare at her for several seconds and I notice a fearful hesitation appear.

"Is that a trick question?" I stammer. "Of course I would like to have sex with you. You are hot!" She reaches down, grabs my tie and pulls me up to her lips. She seems quite passionate.

I rub my hand along her leg and slides up her stocking clad legs until I cup her ass and pull her closer to me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my head into her breasts. Her nipples are rock hard and I try to suck on them through the thin fabric of her dress. Unfortunately this one seems to have the zipper in the back. I slip my other hand around and beginning pulling zipper down. As I bring it down to the small of her back, Paulette wiggles her hips and lets it fall to the ground. She deftly kicks it away.

I start taking my shirt off when Paulette stops my hands.

"Keep the tie on. I like it," she purrs. At this moment, if Paulette said she liked me painted blue, I'd buzz Peggy and ask her to get me some paint. She helps me get my pants down and off, remembering the shoes first rule. Paulette had given me a blowjob before so when I see her kneeling before me, a hungry look in her eyes, I know I'm about to have my world rocked.

She does moves with her tongue that I didn't think were humanly possible. She's got my member throbbing and she's barely gotten the tip in. She can engulf my head while her tongue strokes my shaft.

"Do that thing with my balls," I groan. She holds up a finger and wags a finger indicating I should behave.

She becomes more insistent with her hand on my member and her saliva really lubricates it. She's going all out being much wetter than our first time. I'm deciding if this is a better sensation when I feel her pull off.

"I want you inside me," she moans. She leans virtually across my lap, ass sticking out, hand and elbows on my desk. I stand up behind her lift her up a bit until she's on her toes because she's so much smaller than me, and start pressing against her puckered hole.

Paulette groans, "Harder." She looks back at me, eyes wide and biting her lower lip. I press harder and the resistance lessens lightly and I'm inside her.

"Oh," she says in the smallest of voices. I give her a moment to adjust then push in a little more. She's the tightest piece of ass I've ever had. Once I'm half way in, I start pulling back out.

"Give me more," she pants. "I can take it."

"I think I know what I'm doing," I tell her as I press more of my body down on her. I slowly push back in then reverse direction once I've passed my earlier mark.

"Oh yes," she moans. "God I feel so full."

"I'm not all the way in yet," I tease. Paulette gulps. I wiggle the last inch in and let my hips rest against her ass.

"Ready to be fucked," I say softly into her ear. She is panting so hard that all she can do is nod. I start out with slow half-strokes but rapidly build my tempo until I am almost all the way out, then slamming down to the very bottom. She grunts every time I plunge in. I love the way her ass vibrates with each impact.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask her. Paulette nods vigorously. When she thinks she's figured out my rhythm I try something new to surprise her and hopefully give her fresh stimulation. I grab her hips and begin twisting her body. I move her left leg up first so that she is spread wide. As she adjusts to that new angle, I then take her right leg and push it around so that both her legs are together on the left side. Paulette finishes twisting her body so that she's now sideways to my thrust.

This gives her a whole new set of sensations to cope with. She looks up at me in surprise. Paulette cautiously moves a hand down and starts to play with herself. She looks up at me and I smile. Her hand motions become more vigorous. She lowers her head down on to her other outstretched arm. Her eyes close in ecstatic bliss, as if she is wrapped in some erotic dream. Paulette's hair spreads out in a silky display of femininity. For some reason she is self-conscious about pleasuring herself as a man.

From the depth of her breathing I can sense her starting to climb up to her orgasm. I now take her legs and raise them up so that I have an ankle on each shoulder and she's bent nearly in two. Paulette is shaking her head back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes ..." she keeps gasping. She is pumping her member furiously. I can sense she's close but I can't wait any longer. The tightness of her ass has become too much and I suddenly unleash blast after blast of semen deep into her bowels.

That is what it takes to cause Paulette to erupt.

"Fuck yeah!" she screams. She clams down one hand on top of her penis while she keeps pumping with the other. Her semen splashes into her palm as she twitches and writhes in orgasm. For several seconds we remain locked together. She looks up and sees me smiling down at her.

"Wow ... I don't know what else to say," Paulette radiates with contentment. "No one has ever done that for me before."

"Well, you know where to find me if you ever feel ... you know ... whatever excuse you need to come see me. I really won't mind, believe me."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she wonders up at me.

"Why do you keep asking me that? Is there something I need to know about you that you've kept hidden?"  In response she reaches up and strokes my cheek with the back of her semen coated hand. I really don't know what the big deal about her being a transvestite is. Paulette is a woman as far as I'm concerned.

"I need to clean up," she tells me. I pull her off the desk by her hips and her body slides tightly up against mine. I reluctantly let her pass and I catch her looking over her shoulder as I follow the sway of her ass as he approaches the bathroom. She gives me that look women give when they know someone wants them and that thought excites them.

Once she elbows the door handle open and slips out of sight I start to get dressed. I'll clean up with some Kleenex. I'm at the state were my mind is pretty much clear of coherent thought. I'm sated and happy and have the vague sense that I've done a good thing, but mostly I'm happy I had a good fuck. We both came hard and we both walked away wanting more.

I finish getting myself fixed up when the bathroom door reopens and Paulette stands poised in the open.

"Ready for round two?" she purrs.

"Oh fuck! I got dressed," I state the obvious. I start undressing but Paulette brings me up short with her laughter.

"Easy Tiger," she chuckles. "I was teasing. I have to get back to work, as do you. Can you help me get my underwear and dress back on?"

"Paulette, do you even have to ask me whether or not I want to put my hands on you?" She shakes her head but keeps that wicked grin.

"I'll catch up with you later. Count on it," she promises. She comes over, rubs her ass against my crotch as she bends over to retrieve her underwear. It takes her a moment to adjust it, but she molds herself into my arms as I get her dress back on.

"Thank you," she breathes heavily. She saunters to the door, stopping to blow me a kiss before opening it and stepping out. I swear I hear her whistling as she heads off into the workplace.

Peggy walks in and comes up to my desk with a box of sanitary wipes. She hand them to me and tells me to clean up my desk. I do so sheepishly, wondering how much of what just went on she is aware of.

"Peggy I ..." I stammer as I try to figure out what to say.

"Joshua, that woman would kill for you. Sometimes showing someone that they are important and that they matter makes all the difference. If you never forget that, you will be worthy of their trust.

"Peggy, help me to remember, okay?"

"No problem Joshua Townsend; it will be no problem at all," she says with an intensity that makes me feel more important and worthwhile than my Father ever has. I finish cleaning up my desk and hands so I sit down and start to pick up my phone. Peggy is still looking at me.

"My day isn't over, is it?" I sigh. Somehow I don't believe Peggy's here to congratulate me for having soul-rocking sex. Fortunately, figuring out what else I'm going to do today isn't my problem. Peggy will tell me what to do and if I'm lucky I'll be done by lunchtime. I'd like to take in a round of golf before the fairways get crowded.

"What do you know about Louisa Rojas?" she asks.

"Twenty-seven, getting over a nasty break up, been with us nine years including two years as a college intern. She moved to the fifth floor last year and works for Mr. Dillard, Dad's personal assistant. She handles most corporate travel and retreats. She's been doing a bang-up job. She could replace Dillard when he retires next March, she's that good."

"Joshua, I think she made a mistake," Peggy begins to explain. "Her ex-boyfriend made a sex tape of her having sex in your Father's office a few years ago during the corporate Christmas Party." Since I've had sex on Dad's desk – twice – it takes me a moment to think that something might be wrong. I look to Peggy for an explanation.  Peggy gives me a patient sigh.

"What would your Father do if he found out that Louisa has sex on his desk? Think hard."

I do think hard. I stop thinking about what I would do – ask if I could join in – and think about Dad ... and my ex-wife and how poorly that ended up.

"He'd fire her, or maybe demote her back to the General Administration pool."

"Yes, the dark pit of hell for Louisa," Peggy informs me. "She's worked so hard to get where she is and one stupid mistake is going to ruin all of that. Joshua, has she worked hard for her position?" I think that question has only one answer that Peggy will find acceptable.

"Sure she has. Mr. Dillard is a hard man to work for."

"Do you think her work is important to the company?" Peggy asks next.

"Of course; her choices for vaca ... corporate retreat sites rock," I grin.

"I am glad you feel that way because we are going to help her save her job," Peggy smiles. I sit down and try not to look pained.  My head hurts.  I'm being asked to think about things before lunch and that rarely ends well.  Apparently I have an aneurism because I ask something.

"Peggy, how do you find out about these things? Does anyone actually think I can help them?" I say in a pained voice. I need two Aleve.

"Paulette had to run some numbers by her and she witnessed something in Louisa's office that made her think the girl was in trouble. Paulette pried. She got nowhere until she dropped your name and told her she was going to tell you; you would investigate and everything would come out. Louisa broke down and spilled her guts. Paulette comforted her and promised you would help Louisa out.

"What in the hell made her say that?" I groaned.

"She believes in your power to do well," Peggy smiles at me. Her smile makes the pain splitting my skull in half, diminish. She believes in me. I only wish she could believe in me without me having to work for it. Something in the way Peggy keeps looking at me tells me I'm going to have to learn even more about this.

"Tell me about John Kline."

"John Kline is twenty-five, been in the company two years and plays softball. He's not seeing anyone seriously though he has come in with a hangover more than once. I don't know much ... he is a friend of Louisa Rojas too."

"What makes you think that?" Peggy questions.

"She recommended him for his position," I inform her.

"Do you know why?"

"Sure, her boyfriend asked her to. They were whooping it up at the last party GA had," I say.

"Joshua, have you ever missed a party here at the company?" Peggy inquires. I look shocked. How could she even accuse me of such a thing?

"Only the Production Party four years ago when they had a scheduling conflict with HR," I announce proudly. Had it not been for Sally Simmons' hot little ass and incredible stamina, I'd have made the Production party too. I don't think I should tell Peggy that.

"John Kline has been blackmailing Louisa ever since her ex gave him that sex tape. He's been using her both sexually and financially. He's about to force her to do something that could cost her jail time if she gets caught. I need you to stop him."

"You're right!" I declare. I'll do something about this." I pause. "Peggy, what am I going to do about this?"

"I'm glad you asked," Peggy grins evilly. "We need to convince him to leave the company without destroying Louisa and we are going to use sex to do it." I think that over and come to the only real conclusion available.

"You want me to have sex with him? I mean, there was this one time in college, but only once."

"You've had sex with a guy ... I mean a guy-guy?" Peggy asks.

"Isn't that what we were talking about?" I respond. Peggy looks at me with curiosity then laughs.

"No Joshua, I'm talking about him having sex with me," Peggy snickers.

"Oh ... Okay, but won't your husband kill him ... or is that what you want?" I'm confused.

"No, let's not worry about my husband. I'm not actually going to have sex with him. I'm going to pretend I'm about to have sex with him and then you and Louisa are going to come in and catch us. I'll cry rape, you will act outraged, then Louisa will calm you down and convince John that she can make this problem go away if he makes hers go away too."

I remain confused. Peggy sighs.

"Stay out of the office until Louisa tells you to come in. Pretend you are having a conversation with her when you do come in. Act all outraged then let Louisa pull you out of the room. Go off and make yourself a coffee and I'll come get you when it's safe. Can you do that?"

"Drama club stuff – I'm good. Are you going to be safe?" It occurs to me that I don't want anything to happen to Peggy and that she may be in some danger. I'm not sure why that makes me angry either. Peggy is giving me that 'good boy' smile and nods.

"I'll be okay and if I'm not safe you will be close by to save me," she smiles. I hope I can do that; I've never had to save anybody before.

(The next evening)

"So you never realized that they kept giving you a new turtle?" Louisa asked me incredulously.

"Honestly I thought they molted or something. I thought they ate plants and drank water. I was never told what the turtle food was used for," I explain.

"It was labeled 'turtle food' wasn't it?" she said.

"Yes, I guess it was," I reply sheepishly, confessing the death of parade of pet turtles by means of starvation.

"And the house staff kept giving you new turtles?" I nod. "I don't know what's worse, you killing all those poor turtles off, or those maids sending all those turtles to a certain death," she tells me. I have no good response.

"Peggy has given us the first key word," Louisa says holding up a hand to stop me from talking. Since I have nothing to say at the moment, this isn't a problem. Louisa is listening into head piece that apparently is hooked into my phone system which allows the user to listen to anything going on in my office or bathroom. If I was a suspicious type I might wonder how long Peggy has been doing this to my office. Fortunately, I not someone who worries about much.

"She's wonderful for doing this for me," Louisa whispers to me. This is a little odd since my office is soundproofed. I humor her.

"Peggy is the best. When she found out you need help she didn't hesitate. She thought of this and laid out the plan."

"How do you feel about this?" Louise whispers to me carefully.

"I offered to sleep with him instead, but Peggy said that wouldn't work. She's smarter than me and she convinced me that this was the better plan. I am glad to be close by incase something goes wrong. I don't know what I would do if she got hurt. I couldn't live with that."

"What are you going to do if something goes wrong?" she inquires.

"I'm going to run in there, take the lamp off the end table and break it over his head. That is what Peggy told me to do," I sigh.

"What was your plan?" Louisa asks.

"I box. I was going to beat him until he stopped moving. Peggy says I'd break the skin on my knuckles," I inform her, "and she doesn't want me to get hurt."

"Peggy likes you, doesn't she?"

"I hope so," I confess. "If she wasn't married I'd have asked her out by now."

"She's not ... there's the word!" Louisa is moving before it occurs to me why I'm there. I'm right behind her. We nearly collide at the door. She looks at me, eyes wide and she takes in a deep breath.

"Anyway," Louisa says as I open the door for her, "I was telling Ms. Collins that we had to ... oh my God!"

I step in next to her and in my most indignant tone say, "Excuse me Mr.?" Of course I know his name, but I'm supposed to act like I don't.

"John, what in the hell are you doing?" Louisa shouts at John Kline. John is lying on top of Peggy. His shoes and pants are already off and his underwear is half way down his thighs. Peggy is beneath him and I can tell that her shirt is open, her skirt is hiked up, and her panties are dangling around one leg.

"Mr. Townsend," pleads Peggy, "help me! He forced himself on me."

"What?" mutters John. "Hey, I didn't ..."

"Who the hell are you?" I thunder at the frightened man. For some reason I'm really angry at this guy.

"His name is John Kline," Louisa tells me. John glares daggers at her.

"I'm calling the damn cops," I growl. I move past Louisa and head for the phone on my desk.

"Wait," John and Louisa shout. Peggy is sliding up the sofa away from John while simultaneously trying to close her shirt. I have a sudden desire to punch John. As I change directions Peggy catches my eye and winks. I take a deep breath.

"It's not my fault," John stammers. "She lured me in here."

"Bastard," sobs Peggy.

"Let me deal with this Mr. Townsend," insists Louisa. "We don't want to get your Father involved." That gets both John and my attention. Dad scares me and apparently he scares John too because that man's penis is shriveling up faster than a snowflake in the desert.




Making Work a Better Place Ch. 03



"What do you have in mind Louisa?" I say in my best angry voice.

"You don't need to know the details sir. Perhaps it is better if aren't here," Louisa responds.

"Very well," then I remember to add, "Peggy, come with me." Peggy shakes her head.

"Mr. Townsend, I can't leave Ms. Rojas with this monster," she managed between forced tears.

"I don't like this," which was most likely the first thing said by anyone so far. "Mr. Kline, I am coming back here in five minute. If you are still here, you won't work in this state ever again." I storm out, praying that I got my parting lines right. Peggy said I'm supposed to scare him. I hope I have. I head off to make myself a nice cappuccino and keep a time on my phone.

Five minutes later, I come back to find Louisa and Peggy in quiet conversation. Both women look up at me from the sofa as I step into the doorway. I look at Peggy expectantly. She seems okay now and is dressed. There is no sign of John.

"You did well," Peggy tells me. I let out a deep breath. I didn't want to let her down.

"John Kline shouldn't be a problem anymore," Louisa adds. "I think that between my soothing words and Peggy's tears that John thinks I've saved his ass ... and that I have blackmail on him that could do more than cost him a job." She pats Peggy's hand. "Thank you both."

"I am glad we could help," Peggy tells her. Louisa rises up to leave.

"Why did you two do this?" she asks.

"One day this will be Joshua's company," Peggy explains. "We want the best people in the best positions when that time comes."

"I appreciate that sentiment," Louisa nods, "and Peggy, you should tell him." Louisa walks out of the room. As she passes me, she gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Tell me what?" I say.

"Let me think of a way to break this to you ..."

"Peggy, is this going to upset me? I hope not because I want to stay happy right now," I express to her.



"I don't know Joshua," replies Peggy.

"When you figure that out, tell me. For now, I would like to buy you some dinner, if you think your husband won't mind." Peggy stares up at me for the longest time.

"I would really like to go out to dinner with you, Joshua. I'd like that a lot," she smiles. "We can worry about my husband later."

As we are walking out to my car, I put an arm around Peggy's shoulder and I give her a hug.

"You should really get a raise for all the work you've been doing," I tell her.

"You gave one to me last week. You signed off on it and everything. I sent it in with the glowing work review you gave me. You signed off on that too," she chuckles. I hug her again.

"Man, am I the best boss in the world, or what?" I ask her.

"You are the best one for me," Peggy whispers as she leans into me.



Making Work a Better Place Ch. 04



(While technically BDSM, this is a comedic story) 

*

Peggy looks at me and as if she's reading my mind says, "You will be working late today." 

I try not to let my groan of despair be too audible. Peggy is nice enough to pretend not to notice.

"What can you tell me about Sylvia Winton?" Peggy begins.

"Head of Human Resources, she's married with no children. She's forty-seven and has been with the company twenty-five years. She has no known hobbies or any religious background."

"That's not much to work with," Peggy sighs. "Is there anything else?"

"Her husband is a non-entity; she doesn't bring him to any corporate parties. There was a rumor that before I got here she had an affair with someone in General Administration, but things went poorly. He was fired under suspicious circumstances and his marriage fell apart; a real ugly affair."

"How do you find this stuff out?" Peggy asks.

"People treat me like an idiot," I admit. "They say all kinds of things around me. I tend to remember what I hear. She's also never had an intern make it into the company which considering her time with the company is a bit odd."

"Joshua, who does she bring to corporate functions?" Peggy grinned.

"Usually a junior members of HR; either male or female; it doesn't seem to matter. They don't do much except follow her around and get her stuff."

"Joshua, have I told you how rewarding it is to work with you today?" Peggy smiles down at me. I get all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Actually, have you ever told me that?" I question.

"Well, I should do it more often. Now, I need you to send out a memo. You are forming an exploratory task force to create a new Intern Retention Program. I'll have you the names for the e-mail by lunch."

"Peggy, what is an Intern Retention Program?"

"Joshua, don't worry about it. I'll tell you what you need to do," Peggy assures me. I sigh in relief. For a moment I thought I'd have to do some work.

(Later that Afternoon)

"Mrs. Winton ..." Peggy informs me as Sylvia Winton comes storming into my office. The lady slams the door shut and bears down on me. I'm glad I pissed a few minutes ago because I would certainly be pissing on myself now if I hadn't.

"Mr. Townsend," Sylvia sneers, "what in hell are you doing launching a project in Human Resources without my express permission?" My hands are trembling. I look down at my palms.

"Mrs. Winton -- Sylvia, this is a project my Father wanted to put forward to pave the way for your appointment as Head of General Administration. I wasn't supposed to inform you at this stage, but I respect you. This is really a formality to bring a few members of the board around to his way of thinking. After all, if this was a hatchet job would he have given this project to me?"

Sylvia glares down at me. I gulp. Her glare becomes a sinister smile. She leans down on my desk and looks over the top of her glasses at me. All I can think of is how huge her breasts are. Good God I had never known any that big and firm before. She walks around, blouse buttoned high, but no jacket and lean over my desk. I gulp again, but for a different reason.

"Well," she purrs, "Joshua I respect your candor in this matter. I certainly won't tell anyone that you let this slip. Perhaps we can get to know each other better."

"I occasionally work late. Do you work late sometimes as well?" I ask innocently. She leans forward a little more and leers.

"I do indeed work late most nights. Maybe we can do something when we finish," she tells me.

"Maybe I can stop by your office," I respond. She looks like the cat that ate the canary, or what I imagine a cat would look like if it ate a small bird. I've never had a cat ... or a bird.

"I'm glad we cleared this little matter up. I expect you to keep me informed of the projects direction," she commands me. She pulls herself up straight, pushes out her exceptional bust line and strides to the door. She has a large ass too. She's a bit on the hefty side, but definitely succulent. She gives me one last look before opening the door and heading out. She clearly enjoys me enjoying her figure. I look at the little symbol drawn in pen of a fish on my hand.

Peggy comes in and shuts the door.

"Well?" she asks. I deflate and slump in the chair as a response. "Your survived; be proud of that," she tells me. "Did you stick to the script?" 

I hold up my palms to her which have all the relevant notes scribbled on them, including the little fish that was to remind me that she is a piranha.

"Tomorrow the real work begins," Peggy promises me. I try not to let the disappointment show in my face. The weekend is only two days away and I was hoping to kick things off early Thursday afternoon. I have the feeling that Peggy is going to nix my plans.

(Thursday Morning)

Cecilia Lynski, Keisha Lynn, and Walter Rand are sitting in the Joshua Townsend's office with Peggy and me. I'm really wishing I wasn't Joshua Townsend right now. 

Keisha seems to have some idea what is about to happen. Walter definitely does. He is the one who has approached Peggy. Poor Cecilia looks alone, downtrodden and dispirited. For my part, I have my lines. Peggy tells me I have to act brave and get the ball rolling.

"This program has two goals; the first one is to find out why interns weren't being retained in Human Resources and to deal with those problems. Each of them had terminated interns and Joshua Townsend wanted to know why," Peggy begins.

"Ms. Lynski, please tell me why you terminated your latest intern?" I lead off with. She flinches.

"They weren't working out," she responds weakly.

"So, Mrs. Winton didn't demand you fire Janice Nesmith? That is how it looks to us."

Cecilia looks like a cornered animal. Peggy leans forward, but I speak first.

"Cecilia, how is your private life? You've broken up with your boyfriend of five years. Did she demand that of you too?"

Cecilia starts to tremble. "I can't go against her," he rambles. "You don't know what she's like."

"Oh, I think Mr. Townsend and I have developed a firm idea of what is going on. We know what she is doing and we are putting a stop to it," Peggy begins.

By 'we' I hope Peggy is talking about 'she' and not 'me' or 'us', because I'm clueless about what's going on. I'm figuring out that Sylvia Winton isn't a nice person. I already know she is a scary person.

"She scares the crap out of me too," I tell Cecilia as I put a warm hand onto her cool trembling one. She looks into my eyes and hopefully sees something besides a vacant stare. She smiles at me, gulps and nods.

"She's terrifying alright," the woman sighs, "but what can I do?"

"We can stand up to her," Walter says. "Mr. Townsend is going to help us put her in her place. What she's doing has got to stop. We are people after all."

I am wondering how Peggy has gotten my Father involved when I notice that everyone is looking at me. Then it dawns on me that by 'Mr. Townsend' they mean me and that by 'going to help' they expect me to stop Sylvia from doing God knows what. I don't remember this being part of the job description for Office Drone.

"Mr. Townsend ..." Peggy starts. I make a command decision, off script.

"Please, everyone call me Joshua. Mr. Townsend is my Father," I announce. Peggy nods.

"Joshua wants to know what each of you have been forced to do for Mrs. Winton. From there we can formulate a plan to give her a dose of her own medicine. She's going to learn what it feels like to not be the person on top."

I learn a few things over the next several hours. Chinese take-out is better when you swap dishes with other people. When you get into a close conference with women they tend to drop down a button and loosen up their hair. Just because you are an excellent note taker doesn't make you less of a man. Also, Sylvia Winton has some serious issues as in the woman is sexually twisted and demanding -- the words S&M and nymphomaniac come up. 

During a break I have to ask Peggy what a nymphomaniac is. For the life of me I can't figure out why this is considered a disorder. Someone can want too much sex? Seriously? Peggy also stops me from taking a magazine and going to the bathroom for a little personal time. She tells me it is unprofessional, as is apparently begging Paulette to meet me in the storage room. I have never worked so much in one day my entire time in the company. I tell Peggy I won't be in tomorrow. She tells me that I will. I show her who is boss. I cancel my plans for tomorrow.

I learn she has deceived me. I will be working Saturday, and Sunday too. I pull Peggy aside and tell her there must be some law against making people work on the weekend -- at least rich people. She tells me those are Child Labor Laws, but they no longer apply to me. Apparently being child-like doesn't qualify. Peggy says she had confidence in me. I don't know why but that matters. I am so upset that I almost miss the decision that I will be a critical part of their plan. I think these people have lost their minds. I can't be trusted to buy myself a birthday present I like.

(Later that Friday afternoon; end of the work week)

I come around my desk when Sylvia Winton walks in. She looks me over. My shirt is half unbuttoned and I've taken my shoes off. I resist the urge to throw myself out the window, which is good because I'm four stories up and Peggy says the glass is unbreakable. I'm supposed to be Man-candy which is another name for bait.

"You said you had something you needed my help with, Mr. Townsend?" she says with suspicion.

"Please, call you Joshua," I say as I work a smile onto my face. "May I call you Sylvia?"

"You may call me Mrs. Winton for now," she responds with a hint of interest.

"I would like to do things with you Mrs. Winton. Would you like to do things to me?" I offer.

"To you?"

"I feel ... like I've been bad. You are such a powerful woman. Do you think I've been bad?"

Sylvia reacts by shutting and locking the door as she licks her lips.

"What makes you think I would do anything to you?" she smiles.

"I felt something when you came into my office yesterday. I've never felt anything like that before. You can teach me things; things I need to know. Can you teach me?" I tell her. This isn't a total lie. I felt something yesterday when she came into the office -- terror.

"I think you have been bad, Joshua and I think I should teach you how bad you've been," she grins with a raw hunger that nearly sends me off my game.

"I have a new desk," I gulp.

"I see that," she says without taking her eyes off mine. Peggy says that I have to possess a certain look of fear to keep her interest. That is definitely not a problem.

"It has all kinds of places you can tie me down on. If I get scared you will let me up, right?"

"Of course I will, dear boy," she purrs. Okay, I may be an idiot but even I know she's lying. I fight to hold back the tears. Instead I back around to the side of the desk.

"Show me what this desk can do?" she continues.

I crawl backwards over the desk. Their plan starts coming apart when she grabs my legs and pulls me back. I fight the urge to kick out and flee to the bathroom. I whimper instead. I don't like the look that crosses her face when I do that, not at all. 

"Show me what you have, dear boy," she tells me in this deep sultry voice.

I keep crawling back so fast that I lose track of where I am and almost fall off far side. She is staring hungrily at me, but not following. I don't know why I say what I say next.

"I want you to go ... now!" It is the truth. I'm at the end of my fear factor.

"You don't tell me what to do anymore, Joshua. You will do what I tell you to do," she growls huskily. She climbs up onto the desk and crawls cat-like towards me.

I turn so that my legs are beneath me but I'm still facing her.

"Don't you dare run away," she commands.

"I promise you I won't," I squeak. I can't believe that this actually might work. Outside of this whole thing hinging on me, this really sounds like a good plan. Peggy tells me that I can do it.

"Let me show you something," I tell Sylvia. I reach out and touch her hand. She gives me a sinister smile but keeps eye contact.

"You will be punished for touching me without permission."

"Oh, I'm all for punishment," I quip as I pop the latch and the first panel and it turns over. I push Sylvia's wrist into the restraint which clicks shut.

"What are you ..." she starts to say as I push her other hand into the other wrist restraint that has magically appeared.

"You little bastard," she howls. I hop off the table and run beside her. She follows me with her head as she strains against the cuffs. I get the first ankle restraint up and successfully struggle to push her ankle in before she understands her true predicament.

"Let me go NOW!" she bellows in the most authoritative tone I've ever encountered. It almost stops me -- almost. I wrestle her last ankle in with a great deal of fighting, but I do get it done. Now Sylvia is trapped on all fours on top of my new desk.

"I'll break you for this," she seethes.

"I imagine that this is your game plan," I gulp as I move to the bathroom and open the door. Peggy, Cecilia, Walter, and Keisha walk in, each with one hand behind their back. Peggy moves quickly to my side and kisses me on the neck. I'm too exhausted to lean down for anything more.

Cecilia, Keisha, and Walter are all decked out in what Peggy calls bondage gear. They have a variety of toys and I don't mean Tonka trucks. Sylvia's look goes from unmitigated hate to hate mixed with fear.

"Walter, release me at once!" Sylvia commands. Walter flinches but Keisha squeezes his arm and he stiffens.

"You are about to get what you deserve ... Sylvia," he snarls.

"Don't you dare you my name," she snaps. "You don't have my permission."

"Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia," chants Cecilia gaining strength with each recitation. 

"You will all pay for this," Sylvia threatens.

"Not very likely," Peggy informs her. "You are ours for the weekend, and believe me there is a lot we can do to you in three days."

"My husband ..." Sylvia starts to say.

"Is on his way here now with a new set of clothes and toiletries. He's happy to be rid of you. He'll be even happier when you sign those divorce papers giving him the house and spousal support," Peggy continues.

"He wouldn't dare," she says to us, but even I have a hard time believing her.

"Sylvia, when he saw the number of people arrayed against you, he gladly signed on," Keisha gloats.

"Housekeeping?" Sylvia threatens hopefully.

"Charles agreed to do my whole section early today so he could get on with his weekend. Everyone was glad to help out. No one is coming in before eight o'clock Monday," Peggy grins.

"I'll be missed," Sylvia keeps trying.

"By who?" Walter says. "Who likes you enough to do anything but thank their lucky stars that you aren't around? No one."

"You can't do this to me," she moans.

"We can and will," Walter beams, "all weekend long, and do you know where we'll start?" Sylvia gulps. Cecilia, Walter, and Keisha all produce long feathers from behind their backs.

"Wait," Sylvia wails, "you can't do this to me! You know how ticklish I am."

"Yes," the three grin, "we know."

Peggy and I retreat the chairs closest to the door.

"How did you get the table here so fast?" I ask.

"I merely shopped around until I found where Sylvia got her custom gear and they had what we needed."

"Oh," I respond. What I meant was did they use one of those package delivery vans or a semi, but I don't want to ask Peggy that again. I like big trucks. They are fun to ride in.

"Peggy where is my old desk?"

"Don't worry Sport," Peggy rubs my arm, "it is in one of our warehouses and they are scheduled to move it back in at nine o'clock Monday morning, so you can show up late if you like."

"Will you be coming in late?" I inquire.

"No, I'll be in at the normal time."

"Can I sit at your desk until they finish in my office?" I ask. Peggy laughs softly.

"Yes, but you can't play with the phone this time," she warns me. I'm okay with that. I still have the computer. I can update my Face Book page and Tweet some college buds.

(Later that evening)

"I'll ... make ... you all ... pay," Sylvia pants through her tears. Her voice is hoarse from laughter. She really is terribly ticklish. Even I took a turn rubbing a feather over her engorged nipples. Peggy is great. She keeps going to the bathroom and getting Sylvia water to sip and a towel to dry off the sweat of her body.

Walter has bagged up the clothes they cut off her body, which was as shame to do with her bra. It was a rich shade of pink and clearly well designed. I can't imagine it is easy to get one in her size.

"Help me get her down to this side of the table," Walter requests. I unfasten Sylvia from the desk panel, watching out for any reaction. Sylvia is too exhausted to put up more than token resistance. When we pull her down until she is bent over the desk, we affix her to a second set of bonds.

"Here you go Sylvia. We are going to grab some dinner and then we'll get back to you," Cecilia tells her. When those three retreat to the sofa to eat some Greek that Mr. Winton brought for us, I hear Sylvia whisper to me,

"Why are you doing this to me? The others I understand, but why you? I've never been bad to you."

"You made people unhappy Sylvia," I reply while I find my hand stroking her ass. It is nice and meaty, just the way it looked through her skirt. She flinches slightly until she realizes I'm not hurting her.

"Let me go and I'll never do this again I promise you," Sylvia pleads softly.

I'm not the smartest guy in the World, but apparently Peggy is.

"They told me you would say this to me," I tell her. I keep stroking her large butt cheek. She sobs into the table. I lean over her until our faces nearly touch. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"My ... my back itches where my bra was ..." she whispers. I start scratching and massaging her upper back.

"Joshua, are you okay?" Peggy startles me as I didn't know she'd moved up to my side.

"Sylvia's back itched," I respond, "so I figured I'd make her feel better."

"Joshua we are here to make her very uncomfortable. She's not here to enjoy things," Peggy points out to me.

"When you guys finish eating I'll stop," I tell her. Peggy pats me on the shoulder and goes back to her meal.

"Is there anything else I can do for you before they come back?" I ask. Sylvia hesitates.

"My butt itches," she mumbles.

"Which side?" Again Sylvia hesitates.

"Right down the middle," she mumbles even quieter. I shrug. I began scratching at the start of the crack where the spine hit the ass. For the first thirty seconds or so I get no response but when I get right above the anus her ass starts to wiggle.

"Right there?" I ask. She nods her head. I suddenly notice that everyone is looking at us though Sylvia can't see that. No one moves to stop me so I start scratching. Sylvia sighs.

"Lower," she moans. I have to think about that. The thing right beneath my current area of attention is her asshole. If I was smarter I might be recalling what nymphomaniac meant.

I use on hand to separate her butt cheeks and begin making small circles around her anal ring. That elicits another moan so I take it a step further and push in. She's tight and resisting but I persist. I stop and start pulling back out but her ass seems to grab hold of my finger and won't let go. Sylvia rocks back and I go in further.

"Yes," she whispers sensually. I feel my finger move past the ring and inside. I start wiggling it around and Sylvia reacts by rocks back and forth. I push in farther and she backs into me until I'm pressing my hand against her backside.




Making Work a Better Place Ch. 04



"More," she says. Since I'm already as far in as I can reach I come to the well-reasoned and speedy conclusion that she wants more fingers; and people say I'm slow.

I move a second finger in and Sylvia audibly moans. The other people have come over and Sylvia either has her eyes closed or doesn't care that we have an audience. I look to Peggy for guidance and she indicates that I should continue. By the time I'm two fingers deep she can't possibly believe no one hears her. When I go for three, she pulsates with her hips, first moving away and then pushing back.

"So you like it in your ass," Walter says as he leans on his elbows next to Sylvia's head. Sylvia gulps but shakes her head. "Oh, so I should tell him to stop?"

"No," Sylvia pleaded. I can feel her sphincter tighten up on me.

"Joshua ..." Peggy begins to order me before Sylvia interrupts.

"Please," Sylvia says in tears.

"Wait," Peggy tells me. I'm not sure what to do so I keep pumping my fingers in and out. I've lost track of what's going on. I know Sylvia is having fun and Peggy isn't telling me to stop. Cecilia walks around reaches under me. She slides a finger into Sylvia's pussy.

"She's fucking soaked," Cecilia declares. Keisha comes around the table opposite Walter 

"You really need it, don't you?" Keisha taunts Sylvia. "Is that why you are such a totally bitch, because you need so much that you have to control it?"

"Isn't that the definition of nymphomaniac?" I wonder out loud. They are the ones who said she was one after all.

"We didn't think she was an actual nymphomaniac Joshua, but thank you for proving us wrong," Peggy smiles at me with one of those 'atta boy' grins. I've done a good thing. I almost wish I knew what it was.

"Joshua ... Mr. Townsend, we can take over from here," Walter tells me. Peggy nods so I pull out with a pop and Sylvia gasps and sobs.

"Let's get you cleaned up in the bathroom," Peggy says as she pulls me away. I catch sight of the other three getting up various toys and surrounding Sylvia who seems to be in great distress.

"Is she going to be okay?" I ask Peggy once we are inside the washroom.

"Yes, I think we are going to be okay now," Peggy tells me.

Once I'm cleaned up and taken a breather I peek out and watch Sylvia taking it in all three holes. It takes me a second to realize that groaning coming out of the woman is a good thing. I consider myself to be someone with a great capacity for sex, but I note even in Sylvia's league.

"Ah ..." I stammer from arousal.

"Down Tiger," Peggy teases me. "I think you've had enough sexual interaction for one night."

"I don't," I confess to her.

"I do," Peggy states which kind of ends the discussion on the matter.

(Sunday evening)

"So, what happens now?" I ask Peggy after Cecilia has led Sylvia away.

"Well, all those interns Sylvia has burned over the past year have 'fixed up' Cecilia's place so that it is Sylvia-safe. Walter and Keisha are going to make sure Sylvia's husband is alright and that the divorce papers get filed first thing Monday morning."

"Sylvia has pissed off a lot of Dad's people," I point out.

"You need to start thinking of them as your people now too, Joshua." 



Making Work a Better Place Ch. 05a



Why am I the best boss in the World? I get my people a two week vacation in the Caribbean at an exclusive resort with a built in expense account that normally only Chief Executives see. How did I do this wondrous thing? I haven't a clue. Peggy came into my office three weeks ago and told me I'd done it and that we would have to train up some temps to cover us while we were gone.

Did I have to get a temp? Peggy says I'm irreplaceable. Once I found out what irreplaceable meant I panicked. I thought I was going to have to stay here while they all went off to have fun. Peggy poured me a drink and calmed me down. Okay, Peggy poured me a drink and she called Paulette in to calm me down. I don't know what I pay them, but I'm sure it is not enough.

So here we are in the fun and sun. Everyone has an invitation for a second person. Paulette brings Donna, a lady (Peggy says I should stop calling girls girls) from R&D. She does sciency-stuff and Peggy says she's a doctor of something. She tells people how to make stuff. Paulette likes her so she's okay with me.

Walter and Keisha came together, but for the life of me I can't figure which one of them invited Mr. Winton with them. Apparently he likes to go around and get them stuff. I do know they brought a lot of luggage. Mr. Winton could barely carry it all. I offered to get him a bellboy to help, but Keisha declined on his behalf.

Louisa Rojas is with us. She invited her brother along. Gustav is a nice guy. He knows how to dance, party, and chase ladies. When he went skirt chasing I went with him. Louisa and Peggy did a serious cock-block on me and I still haven't figured out why. Peggy got upset so I took her back to the penthouse. She asked me to hold her all night long, which was nice since she looked great with the sunrise bathing her hair. I told her so and she kissed me. I wish her husband had been able to make it because I'm horny as hell and she is so close by.

The second afternoon I went off to get Peggy and I some drinks -- and flirt with the bartender, and when I came back she, Paulette and Donna were all talking together. They stopped talking when I came up and I hoped it wasn't because I hadn't bought enough drinks.

"Come with us," Paulette insisted as soon as I put the drinks down. I'm an idiot, not brain dead, so when Paulette starts dragging me off, I know what to expect. If I thought I could get away with throwing her over my shoulder and running off with her, I would. For some reason I thought that I would have to do the same thing with Donna and I wasn't sure how well that would work out.

"Let's go," Donna giggled. I stole a look over to Peggy because she always makes the confusion go away. She salutes me with a drink and I'm off at a sprint dragging the two smaller women with me.

"Horny," Donna gasps as we plunge into the elevator.

"I had to hold Peggy all night long," I groan. "Her nipples were so hard they left divots in my chest. If it wasn't for her husband I'd have been all over her."

"Peggy's not ..." Donna starts to say but Paulette puts a finger over Donna's lips. Peggy's not saying something but right now I'm busy putting my tongue is fighting for dominance in Paulette's mouth.

Donna comes over and starts rubbing my back. Paulette moans and presses herself into me. I move one hand to the small of Paulette's back, pulling her in even tighter. I take my other hand and slide it down Donna's side to her back. I wiggle it inside the bathing suit and around to her ass crack, moving it up and down.

We start exchanging kisses, Paulette to Donna, Donna to me, and me back to Paulette. When I'm not kissing I'm nibbling on one of their ears. At this time I think a description is in order. Paulette is five foot nothing, maybe one hundred pounds if that, and has long auburn hair that goes past her shoulder blades. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are very perky. Her ass is the best for her size I've ever seen. I'm one lucky guy for knowing her.

Donna is about two inches taller and maybe fifteen pounds heavier, but it is well distributed. Her chest is about a size larger (B-cup), tear-dropped shaped with large areolas and nipples. Her ass is nice and it's only fault is that it isn't as good as Paulette's -- so it's ALMOST perfect. Donna is African-American with deep chocolate skin and short kinky black hair. I so resent Peggy's policy of not letting me sleep with the corporate staff. I'll forgive her because sometimes she lets me off the leash like right now.

Donna reached between Paulette and me massaging us to hardness. In my case that was no effort at all. Did I mention that I had a nipple pressed into me all night long? Even if the nipple was Peggy's and her husband could kill me and make it look like an accident. I really like Peggy, but I like breathing through my lungs too. One day I'll have to decide which one I want more.

The door opens and we stumble out into the hallway. We make our way to Paulette's and Donna's room, fall through the door after Donna finally finds the key, and start rolling around. I look up at the bed and am totally confused.

"We need a bigger bed," I tell them. Paulette and Donna look at their queen-sized and then at the three of us.

"My room has a huge bed," I inform them.

"How big?" Donna asks skeptically. I am undeterred.

"If I put my toes on one side I can barely touch the other with my fingertips."

Donna thinks for like a millisecond and goes, "Deal." We are up and staggering out to the elevator in record time. One of Donna's hands is busy because I've untied one side and she's trying to hold them up. We get into the elevator and Paulette notices something about access to the penthouse.

"It has a security code," she says. Donna and Paulette are both looking up at me. I'm forgetting something, but I can't remember what it is. Paulette smiles intelligently.

"What's your birthdate?" I tell her and she puts it in. When Donna looks at Paulette, she answers, "It would have to be something that he could remember." Donna nods.

I reach into Paulette's bikini bottom and start stroking her. Donna joins me and when Paulette's not being French kissed she's moaning like a woman possessed. I take my other hand and slip it into Donna who is really wet by this time. Her clit is not very pronounced so I have to feel around for it with my thumb. When she has that deep intake of breath, I know I've got her.

We move into the penthouse with a mingling of regret and anticipation. I grab their hands and rapidly lead them to the bedroom. We collapse onto the bed a tangle of limps and bodies. Somehow I end up in the middle. Paulette and I are kissing again. I love the press of her delicate little lips on my tongue. Donna has my trunks down and is starting to make love to my cock.

I pull Paulette up so that I can get first one nipple and then the other into my mouth. Donna and I have our hands collide on Paulette's cock. Donna decides to intertwine our fingers together as we start slowly jerking Paulette off. By this time she's arching her back and using one hand to push her breast into my mouth while the rests on the back of my head; Paulette is really getting into it. Donna has worked about half of my cock in and that seems about all she can manage.

Donna moves up and starts licking Paulette's shaft. I move a hand down her body until I grab a hold of her leg. I have to break off my contact with Paulette's breast to do so and she groans in disappointment. 

"I'll be right back," I promise her. I now pull Donna's torso around so that I can fit a finger easily inside her. I've got my thumb on her clit and a finer pushing deeply in.

Donna and Paulette now maneuver around so that I can get my lips back on Paulette's nipples. I tickle in one nipple and then bite it.

"Donna," Paulette gasps. Her hand goes to Donna's head and pushes it further down as Paulette shudders and thrashes about. Donna makes hungry slurping noises. 

I know it is time to give Paulette a break.

Donna props herself up on her elbows and wipes a trace of semen off the corner of her lip.

"Mmmm ... that was much more than normal," she teases Paulette. "Has something gotten you all riled up?" Paulette pants and points in my direction. "What do you want to do now?" she says to either one of us. 

"I want you ..." Paulette sighs deeply as she reaches out and caresses my hair, "inside me again. Donna, let me taste you."

"I can do that," Donna grins. She scoots around in front of Paulette while Paulette slowly pushes her way up onto her elbows and knees. I head to the lamp table and get the lube. It is right where Peggy said it would be. Man, she has to be psychic.

By the time I get back to the pair, Donna has her legs up on either side of Paulette's head. She's put herself up on her elbows so that she can see me on the other end of Paulette. Donna watches me as I put the lotion on my cock the pour more onto my hand. I oil myself up well the move to Paulette's ass. I tease her with one finger and I hear Paulette moan. Donna gasps.

"She likes that, and so do I," Donna tells me. "It makes her drive her tongue in deeper."

What can I say? I'm a team player. I'm soon knuckle deep in Paulette and she's going to town on Donna. I work my second finger in and Paulette bucks slightly.

"Oh yes," Donna encourages me, "keep going."

When Paulette loosens up a bit more I try for a third finger. Paulette momentarily pulls away from Donna and give the second sexiest moan I've ever heard. I few slowly gentle intrusions and I think Paulette is ready.

"Paulette, I'm going to start fucking you now," I tell her. I pull out my fingers and line up my penis against her anus. I don't even get to push in; Paulette pushes back violently against my thrusting my head quickly inside her.

"Fuck," I exclaim. Even with me opening her up with three fingers Paulette is damn tight. I know what she wants so I grab hold of her hips and begin pushing in. The first time I halt to let her adjust, she trusts against me again. She's the boss so I don't' stop pushing until I'm balls deep in her.

I sense her breathing irregularly so I give her a moment. I lean over Paulette until I have to put one hand down on Donna's knee.

"Are you ready now?" I whisper into Paulette ear. She licks and sucks on Donna's clit for several seconds then nods once decisively. I lean back and start to steadily pull out. 

When my head is half way out of her anus, I plunge back in. Paulette grunts and Donna collapses back onto the bed.

"I can feel you pounding her all the way down here," she moans. "Don't stop." Since I had no intention of stopping this is an order I can get behind. I keep rocking hard into Paulette and I hear her gasp and grunt as I slam all the way down. I catch a hint of Paulette slipping her hand into Donna who grabs the sheets in two fists.

Paulette pushes her way up, breaking contact with Donna. Donna seems too gone to care. I take the opportunity to start biting Paulette's neck. I feel her tighten up her ass on me as I come close to drawing blood. I can see down at Donna and notice the Paulette has to fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. I keep pounding with my hips and move my hand around to Paulette's stomach.

I stroke her belly for a moment then make my way down. When I feel Paulette's cock, I start stroking it. Paulette gives me this delicious little whimper.

"Am I doing this right?" I whisper into Paulette ear.

"Yes," she whispers back, "please yes please." She's not making too much sense but I get the feeling I'm doing it right.

I stroke Paulette all the way up the shaft until I wrap her head in between my fingers. As I pick up my tempo, Paulette is hammering her ass up against me, driving me even deeper in. I press her forward and I swear she starts crying. I stroke down, dragging my thumb behind me the way I like it and by the stream of 'please' coming from her, I am guessing she likes it too.

"I'm close," Paulette pleads, "I want to be in you Donna." Paulette puts one hand around to my ass and pulls me forward. I let go of Paulette's cock. At the same time Donna shakes the erotic cobwebs from her mind and pushes her body forward under Paulette. The whole sensation of falling forward while deep inside someone is something I have never experienced before but, man-o-man, I want to do it again.

"Oh yeah!" Donna cries out as Paulette slides into her and then my weight falls onto both of them. I quickly push myself up on my arms. Paulette is pounding feverishly into Donna and I'm trying to match her rhythm. Donna is trying to wrap her legs around both of us. It is the weirdest sensation to feel someone else entering a third person while you are entering them. I highly recommend it.

"I can't ... I can't ..." Paulette screams as I feel her whole body shudder. Her ass squeezes me like a vise. It hurts so much it feels good, if that makes sense.

"Give it to me Baby," Donna pants. "I ... yeah Baby ... fuck!" Not knowing what else to do I keep pounding into Paulette but Paulette is so tight around me that I'm slamming straight into Donna. 

Paulette reaches up with one hand beside my ear and grabs my hair. She yanks down until it hurts. She's trying to say something to me but doesn't have any air in her lungs. The whole pleasure-pain thing is getting too much. I push in even deeper into Paulette/Donna and give out a primal grunt as I shoot streams of semen into Paulette's willing ass. Like a man possessed I keep pounding and pounding until my muscles start cramping.

I'm panting so hard I'm afraid I'll pass out. Donna says something but I miss it.

"Huh?" I wheeze.

"Heavy," she gasps back and I feel Paulette pushing up against me. It takes me a second to figure out that Donna has three hundred pounds of lover(s) on top of her. I roll to the side taking Paulette with me. Donna squeezes her leg out from underneath us so it doesn't get crushed. I finally feel myself retreating from Paulette's body.

"No," Paulette whispers to me. She pulls me close and I push myself back into her. She gyrates her hips for several seconds. "It always gets better," she tells me as her hand now massages my damaged scalp. Donna responds with a breathless chuckle.

"Next time I get to be on top," Donna manages to say, "but there has definitely got to be a next time."

"Deal Donna. Paulette?" I ask.

"Yes," she purrs as she wiggles deep into my arms.

"What were you trying to say to me a few seconds ago?" That earns me a giggle from Paulette.

"I said 'don't you dare stop'," she sighs.

"Oh," I grin. I guess I've lucked out.

(A few minutes later)

We are sitting at the top of the bed resting. Paulette brought us hot towels so we can clean up and we've all tossed the in the general direction of the bathroom. Paulette is between us. Donna is idly drawing a line from Paulette's mind thigh to her crotch an around to her hip. I have an arm around Paulette's shoulder with my hand reaching down and am fondling her breast. She's gently licking my nipple when she tilts her head up to me.

"What do you want to do now?" Paulette asks me.

"What is there to do here anyway ... or is it what can't we do here?" Donna says.

"We could go sailing," I suggest.

"You know how to sail a boat?" Donna asks. I sense Paulette tense slightly.

"Oh God no," I laugh. "I'm lucky I can drive a car and I would get lost driving to work if it wasn't for OnStar."

"Joshua, what would you do if you weren't rich?" Donna asks.

"Donna, don't," Paulette pleads to Donna.

"It's okay Paulette, I don't mind. Donna, I've never been poor so I can't tell you what I'd do. I guess I'd be flipping burgers somewhere." I look into Paulette's eyes. "I know I'm not all that bright, and the only times Peggy has called me brilliant I had no idea what I'd done to deserve it. I guess I'm smart enough to know I can trust Peggy and you though."

"Joshua ... you are not what I expected. I thought you would be more full of yourself," Donna confesses. I laugh.

"Donna, I know I haven't earned a damn thing in my life. Peggy had to explain to me that not all university professors drove new BMW's. Only mine did." 

"Then she had to explain what that meant," I sigh. "It never dawned on me that I didn't really earn my degree from college. I assumed everyone went for seven years of intense partying and fun," I explained.

"What are you going to do when your Dad leaves you the company?" Donna inquires.

"Do what I always do: listen to Peggy. All I have to do is act like I know what I'm doing and not make any decisions without her," I respond.

"What happens if Peggy isn't around?" Donna persists.

"She said I should listen to Paulette," I answer immediately.

"Seriously," the two girls said simultaneously. "She told you to come to me?" Paulette adds.

"Sure. She says you are smart and you like me and you know how to make the best use of me to keep the company going," I tell them. Now they exchange looks.

"I didn't know Peggy liked me that much," Paulette exhales in surprise.

"Of course she does. She trusts you with me, doesn't she?" I respond. Paulette looks at me with something like real affection.

"I guess she does," Paulette said in a quiet, confident voice. She leans over and kisses Donna and then pulls down my head and kisses me too. I guess it isn't every day that a Paulette learns she's in line to become president of a large corporation. It is also not every day that Donna realizes that the girl she's been seducing may one day be her boss. It is far less likely that I will ever figure any of this out before Peggy tells me.

On days like today I know I have the best job in the World and the best friends in the World, and I didn't even have to work to get it. When I tell Peggy this she smiles at me and tells me I'm smarter than I look.

(More vacation fun to come)



Making Work a Better Place Ch. 05B



The forty foot yacht is cutting its way through the azure waters, women are sunning themselves on the deck, and I've got a mojito in my hand. Our captain looks like he can and is doing this in his sleep. Walter is rubbing lotion onto Keisha and Louisa while I finish Paulette and Peggy. Paulette got Donna first of all. Peggy has already oiled up me and I'll take care of Walter next.

Soon I'm pretending I'm piloting the yacht and the captain is pretending to let me. He's given up with that whole 'Port' 'Starboard' nonsense and now just points where we want to go with his bottle of bourbon. I offered to get him a glass and he mumbled something about 'Nancy-boy'. I find that funny and I don't even know any guy with the name of Nancy.

Peggy comes up and sits by me at the wheel. She slips an arm into mine and puts her head on my shoulder. I can't figure if she is happy or sad.

"Anything wrong?" I ask.

"No ... yes; Joshua can I talk to you about something?" Peggy responds. Hey, how come she can answer a question with a question but I can't? I'll ask Peggy about that in a second.

"Go ahead."

"What would you do if I was no longer married?" she inquires.

"Well ... I imagine I would ask you out. I've always wanted to date you. I ... I can't forget that night in the bathroom while Malcolm and Brianna. I feel bad about it," I confess.

"Why would you feel bad about it?" she says turning serious.

"I didn't think you wanted to do it and I was ... afraid you wouldn't be nice to me anymore. I'd miss you if you went away."

"You weren't afraid of my husband?" Peggy questions.

"Oh God no, the man scares the crap out of me, but I ... I think you are more important to me than that," I reveal to her.

"Joshua, are you in love with me?" Peggy says softly in a voice almost lost in the waves and wind.

"Wow... I guess I am," I say as surprised in my words as Peggy seems to be. "I love you. At least I think I do. I don't think I have ever been in love before. Is it supposed to suck this much?"

"Why does it suck?" Peggy asks.

"You are in love with someone else," I joke. "You are my friend and that's all you are ever going to be."

"You would never try and seduce me?" Peggy smiles over at me. That makes me laugh.

"Please, Peggy you are the smartest person I know. What chance would I have in seducing you? You don't care about my money or my looks, and that's all I got," I point out.

"Sometimes you are pretty stupid," Peggy grins mischievously. 

"I think that's been established," I snicker back.

"Joshua. I'm not married," Peggy informs me.

"Oh, did he die?" I exclaim. I thought the guy was unkillable -- like the Terminator (the original one).

"No," she sighs, "he never existed. I made him up."

"So you two are not divorced?"

"No," she sighs again, "he's a figment of my imagination. He didn't die and he's not divorcing me."

"So he's gone from your life and never coming back?" I respond hopefully.

"Yes, he's gone away forever," she giggles.

"Peggy?"

"Yes?"

"Can we have sex now? I mean right now, in the cabin," I beam with my sexiest 'come hither' expression. Peggy punches me in the arm.

"I expect to be romanced," Peggy explains then sensing my confusion adds, "go tell Paulette you want to romance me and follow her advice, but no sex for you until at least ten o'clock this evening and only if you behave."

"Oh, you mean no going out with Gustav, right?"

"If I see you with another woman you are going to have a long, lonely vacation, is that clear?" she smiles in the way that tells me I'm going to be working late and on a Friday night too.

"What about Paulette?" I grin.

"Paulette is okay, but you had better give Donna and Paulette plenty of time together." I have to think that over. My head hurts and I'm rewarded with a neural malfunction. An original thought occurs to me.

"That means I'm not going to have sex with Paulette, doesn't it," I blab. Peggy strokes my cheek and runs her hand through my windblown hair.

"Sometimes you surprise me and yes that means you are only going to have sex with me this vacation. I'm happy you figured that out on your own." I smile at her like a fool.

"I just told you that you might not have sex for two weeks and you are smiling. What have I missed?"

"Peggy, you aren't married and you want to have sex with me --eventually. You don't have to be a genius to figure out this is a good thing. Sometimes you can be silly."

"You never asked if I love you," Peggy asks me after a moment.

"Of course you love me," I reply, "otherwise you would have killed me by now, or quit."

(Later at the club)

There is something better than wanting something you cannot have then getting it, I discover; it is wanting something you know you can get eventually, but not right now. Okay, there is something even sexier than that; having Paulette rubs her ass against me when she knows what Peggy is doing and knowing she's not going to give me anything.

Donna rubbing her hands all over Paulette isn't helping, not one bit. Peggy is dancing at my side, rubbing up against my leg and I'm vaguely aware of multiple guys sending looks of shock, anger, and envy my way. They probably think I'm heading for a four-way but I know better. Peggy has already told me 'no' -- twice. I slip my hand down from the small of Peggy's back to the top of her ass so she bites my arm. I'm trying to figure out if that's a good thing.

She doesn't give up her nibbling on my arm so I think I'm golden. Peggy pushes her hand into my hair and pulls me down while Paulette and Donna go into a deep, passionate kiss which only presses Paulette into me harder.

"I am so wet for you right now," Peggy pants into my ear." She laughs when I whimper. "Nothing before midnight," she taunts. I look toward the restroom, "No slipping off either," she giggles while I sob. I'm about to explode.

"He's as hard as an iron rod," I overhear Paulette telling Peggy. "I don't know my much more he can stand." I want to dip Paulette and kiss her for having sympathy for my plight, but I know if I put my lips against hers I'll explode in my slacks and Peggy will most likely not let me get anywhere tonight.

"Hey Joshua," someone calls out to me. I look over and find myself matching gazes with Camrym Gray, a 'little sister' of my Fraternity. She's 'Old Money', which is to say she's socially higher up than my 'New Money' which is a way of saying my Grandfather got his hands dirty. How someone tells one of us from the other is a mystery to me.

"Who are your ... friends?" she asks in the same way she used to kick bimbos out of my bed when she wanted to talk with me on the morning. She used to snicker at me as I tried to keep myself covered in the sheets while helping the girl from last night find her clothes. If I didn't help the girl find her clothes, Camryn would toss them out naked. She was bossy that way. She married some banker guy who went to prison for taking other people's money. Wasn't that what bankers were supposed to do? Anyway, Camryn divorced the guy and got most of the assets the Feds didn't take. I wonder what she's doing here.

"Donna, Paulette, Peggy -- this is Camryn, with a 'y', Gray. She's an old college friend."

"Where did you find these ... enchanting little people?" Camryn says with a shark-like smile. For some reason all three women with me don't take that well.

"Donna's a research scientist, Paulette is in Accounts Receivable, and Peggy is my life. I couldn't live life without any of them," I respond. Camryn blinks, the smile fades then returns.

"Does your Daddy know you are fucking the help?"

"Huh? The help; I don't get it. These people are my friends," I reply honestly.

"Josh, why don't you and I have a little talk before your Daddy finds out what you are doing," Camryn suggests. Invoking my Dad scares me.

"Joshua who is this bitch?" Donna says in a sweet voice that really isn't sweet. Camryn bristles at the words and the tone.

"I'm the person who can get your ass fired when Joshua's Father finds out you are sexing up his Son for his money," Camryn replies in kind. Peggy and Paulette stiffen and I think Peggy is about to say something, but I'm getting angry.

"Camryn, what in the hell is your problem? These people mean a lot to me and they haven't asked for a dime. This vacation was my idea. Sure Peggy made the arrangements, but that is what Personal Assistants do. Besides, Dad signed off on this trip because I've been doing a good job at the corporation. I couldn't do it without these 'little people' so fuck off until you learn some manner."

Camryn couldn't be more surprised if I hit her with a brick in the face and for the life of me I can't figure out where most of those words came from. I'm usually a live and let live kind of guy but something Peggy told me about seeing Donna and Peggy as 'my people' makes me feel strange. I don't want anything to happen to them. I don't want other people to treat them the way people have treated me most of my life. I know I'm an idiot, but they aren't and they don't deserve to be treated like they are. 

Camryn turns and leaves with a huff. I'm suddenly in the middle of a triple decker girl sandwich. Peggy sees my confusion flashes me a winning smile and says,

"You did well, Joshua."

"Weren't we dancing?" I remind them all. Instead of being rewarded, I am thrown into hell. They are all three grinding their asses against me and Peggy still won't let me sneak off to the bathroom to rub one out. This will teach me for opening my mouth.

Peggy is quickly leading me off the floor into the cool sea breeze. The salty air feels good and I sense the heat leaving my body.

"Feel better?" Peggy asks me. I nod.

"Thank you," she whispers to me after our first kiss.

"Sure. Tell me what I did and I'll do it again," I grin back at her.

"I know you are working hard. You've been working hard the past few weeks and I have to admit I didn't think you could do it," she tells me.

"Peggy, you are the first person to expect something from me that I haven't resented. You make hard things seem simple. You make it so I can do stuff -- good stuff. Without you I wouldn't know Paulette, or Donna, or Louisa."

"You did the work," Peggy assures me. "You deserve the reward." I shrug. I'm not sure how much work I actually did. I memorized a few lines and channeled some college acting classes, but all the hard stuff was done by other people.

"I did what I was told to do," I remind her.

"Joshua, when I as assigned to your office I figured my career was over. Everyone in the company knew about you and who and what you were. My big worry was keeping you out of my pants, so I invented a bad-ass husband to keep you at bay."

"I keep telling you that you are a smart girl. It worked. I was afraid," I nod.

"After I got to know you ... I started to like you, so I tested you and I'm sorry about that. It wasn't fair." I stare at her because I haven't a clue what she's talking about and I sense she knows that. "I told you to stop sleeping with the other office employees because I was jealous and wanted you for myself." I wait for the punch line.

"Joshua, do you know what 'jealousy' means?" she inquires. I shake my head. "It means wanting something you can't have or don't serve." My head hurts again.

"You wanted me but thought you couldn't have me ... well that wasn't your brightest moment. I would have done whatever you said."

"That is where the 'don't deserve' part comes in. You were so trusting and tried so hard to do what I asked you to do. Even when you had no idea why I wanted you to do things you did them anyway."

"Peggy, you are smarter than me," I state as if that explains everything. Now she looks confused. "Peggy, you have something I'll never be able to buy, and will probably never understand, but I know being smart is a good thing and that you are a good person."

I've screwed up because there are tears in her eyes. I struggle to figure out how to take my words back. She rushes into my arms for reasons that escape me. I wrap my arms around her and run a hand through her hair.

"Sorry," I say weakly. "I didn't mean to ..."

"You idiot," she giggles through tears, "you've made me happy. Be quiet and let me enjoy the moment."

"Okay," I mumble.

"Do you want to have sex tonight?" she says. I wonder what I'm going to have to do now. It will be worth it, but I hope it doesn't take too long. I'm so horny for Peggy I could drive an eight inch spike through a rail road tie with my dick.

"Yes," I respond carefully. Sometimes this can be a trick question.

"So do I," Peggy purrs into my chest.

"The beach is right here!" I exclaim urgently.

"No, we'll go to the penthouse."

"We could do it in the car," I beg.

"Penthouse," she giggles, "but it is good to know you are eager."

"Oh, I passed eager about an hour and a half ago," I testify.

(At the Penthouse, several slapped hands later -- we will forgo the giggled threat of castration)

"Mmmphhh ..." Peggy mumbles as she pushes me off of her. I place my hands on the wall beside her shoulders. "I need to tell you something. There is another reason I'm here tonight."

"You want to have sex more than once," I announce gleefully.

"Besides that," Peggy smiles. I start vibrating like a little boy whose ingested way too much sugar.

"Okay," I gurgle past my hormones.

"I've been talking with Paulette and ... and I think she's in love with you too."

"That's okay."

"That's okay?" Peggy looks confused. I sigh. Sometimes people make life more complicated than it has to be.

"Sure, I have a big house. We can all live together," I pronounce as if it was the simplest thing in the world because, well, it is.

"What happens if I don't want to live with Paulette?" Peggy says cautiously.

"That wouldn't be fair to Paulette would it? She's given us everything and asked nothing in return. She's your friend and my lover." Peggy looks at me in a real funny way and now I'm confused, frustrated, and a little angry.

"Don't ever call yourself stupid again," she smiles at me. Okay, now I'm only confused and frustrated. "You make life seem so easy sometimes the rest of us forget that sometimes life is easy. Don't ever change." She emphasizes her happiness with me by massaging my cock through my pants then she starts unbuttoning my slacks.

Inside my head, my two neurons are doing a happy dance because one is drunk and the other one is horny and they are both about to get laid. I slip my hands down Peggy's thighs and pull her very short dress up. I keep riding my hands up as she kisses me and sucks on my neck. I keep reaching and reaching and soon my hands are exploring her hips and ass.

"Joshua," Peggy pants.

"Yes," I groan.

"You can stop looking; I'm not wearing any underwear." 

Outwardly I grunt. Inwardly I go 'Hot Damn!'. I hoist Peggy up by her ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. I'm kicking my shoes off as I'm racing for the bedroom. Peggy works my short sleeve shirt off forgetting that I need eyes to steer by. I must be one of God's little angels because we don't' careen off a wall or trip over a piece of furniture. 

As I enter the bedroom I'm kicking off my pants. Peggy breaks away from giving me a tremendous hickey to giggle,

"Should I think you have done something like this before?" Oddly the only thing that I can think of that might be funny is me running toward our bed with my pants flying off my body.

"Seven years of college weren't totally wasted," I chuckle, "that and the capital of all forty-eight states." I also slip the tip of my penis along the edge of her ass and vagina, making her quiver. She wasn't the only one going commando.

"Ugh ... Joshua, there are fifty states ... oh yeah ..."

"Grrr ... yes, but I get ... a bye ... on the first two."

"Clever boy," Peggy moaned into my forehead as I slowly settle her onto my shaft. He head is barely inside and I hold her there.

"Leave it right there," she gasps. I agree. Peggy is tight and I totally understand that she doesn't have a husband.

"Peggy?" She moans then kisses me. "You really haven't been in anyone in a while," major kissing, "have you?"

"Nine years," he grunts as I slip her a little farther down. Nine years! Damn, I hadn't gone nine days without sex from the time I went to college until I met Peggy.

"I'll take it easy as I can," I manage to gasp out.

"I trust you," he moans in response. Until now, the only time someone uses 'I trust you' to me is when it is followed up by 'to fuck up.' More than ever, I want to make this work.

"Hang on," I tell Peggy. 

"Okay," she breathes into my ear before taking a piece. Ow! I put a knee upon the bed, rocking us slightly. I slip a little more into her and she whimpers. I move the other knee up and her nails start digging in. It is hard to figure out what's going on because my heartbeat is thundering through my temples.

I start knee-walking us forward until we are in the middle of the bed. Peggy is sticking to me with our mutual sweat. I'm finally all the way in her and I think she's crying. I lower us to the bed, first to my arm then to my elbows until she has her back to the sheets. I pull up and she looks up at me with confused, lust-filled eyes.

"Are you okay?" I pant.

"Everything's perfect," she sobs. "I don't want to fuck it up." Okay, now that is the dumbest thing she's ever said. I respond with a fierce kiss.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," I tell her. Her eyes well with tears.

"Except for Paulette," I confess honestly. Peggy punches me in the chest and starts giggling.

"You are impossible," she laughs. I answer that with a slight withdrawal from her womb. Peggy gasps and bites her lower lip. I move back in and she sighs from deep within. "Again," she whispers up at me.

I move a little more in and out with each stroke. She moves her head back and forth and begins chanting something that I can't make out. I opt not to stop and figure out what she's saying. Fortunately she gets louder.

"Harder," she groans. "Harder."

What can I say, I love the woman. I put a hand on one of her thighs and begin pushing it up, giving me greater access. When I get both legs up she's giving guttural groans with each down stroke. I'm getting so much into what I'm doing, I miss the signs until she grabs the back of my head with both hands and pulls me down, painfully twisting my hair. 

Violent orgasm; Peggy is all over the place, thrashing and screaming until I'm starting to think I've hurt the woman. Her hips are bucking up against me, she's trying to scalp me, and I can feel the blood from the wound her teeth are making in my shoulder. She doesn't speak in any terrestrial language (I love the word terrestrial even if I have to keep a sticky note in my wallet to remind me what it means), instead making an animal-like growling never before heard by man.

I repeat; I think I may have hurt the girl. She convulses once more and her eyes roll back in her head and I'm struggling to remember the number for 911. Her eyes return to their upright position and they focus in on me.

"Thank you," she rasps. I'm dumbstruck.

"You are welcome?"

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she continues to say through tortured lungs.

"Huh?"

"Didn't you come too?" she asks. Her vaginal muscles clamp down and she looks suddenly embarrassed.

"Uh ... no?"

"Let's do it again!" she gasps. Again, I'm dumbstruck. If I have sex with Peggy again I'm going to want one of those paddle-thingies that run electricity through you in case your heart stops. I don't' know who will need it more.

"Next time let's not wait nine years," I manage to get out before she kisses me again.

"Deal," she agrees with more enthusiasm than I thought her body could currently muster. Peggy appears to be the Energizer Bunny because the next words out of her mouth are,




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"I want to be on top."

What can I say? She's the boss and I do what I'm told. 



Making Work a Better Place Ch. 06



It was a week after the vacation and I had noticed that Paulette was reacting to me oddly. I've asked Peggy about it, but she told me that things would work out. Peggy has sent Paulette an e-mail telling her to come to my office at 4:45. Peggy has already gone for the day. Paulette shows up promptly, looking so worried that I immediately shut down my Mystery game and come around the desk. I'm good at finding stuff in the Mystery game formats; I sort of suck at the puzzle solving.

"Paulette?" I say as I walk toward her. She suddenly looks fragile and very upset.

"I want to say that I'm sorry about Donna. It was that I thought our relationship was going nowhere and Donna was there. I'm sorry," Paulette says in a quivering voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you upset with me? You've been acting so distant since you and Peggy ... got together," Paulette tells me.

"Huh? Paulette, I asked you to come here to see if you are doing anything this weekend."

"You aren't ... we are still okay?" Paulette questions me.

"I hope so. I'd like you to come out to the summer house for the weekend. Can you pack an overnight bag plus a dress? I'd like to go out Saturday night. We also have a pool, if you want to go swimming." For some reason Paulette looks totally confused. I'm trying to think if I've said everything correctly.

"Sure," Paulette agrees. "When do you want me to come over?"

"6:30?"

"I'll be there," she assures me. As she turns to leave I take her wrist and pull her to me. I kiss her lightly on the lips, not with my normal hunger. I want her to know this weekend will be special.

I meet Paulette at the door when she arrives. Only the cook is here for the weekend. This is a necessity since I can murder a microwave dinner. I once even messed up a bowl of cereal. Who knew that clam chowder wasn't a good substitute for milk? I give Paulette a much deeper kiss when she steps into the house.

"What do you want to see first?" I inquire of her.

"Whatever is good with you?" Paulette responds.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I grin as I start pulling her along. She still has her dress bag and overnight over her shoulder.

"Joshua, is sex all we have?" Paulette asks softly. Sometimes friends confuse me.

"I can't say I'd be happy if we never had sex again Paulette, but I like you for you and I want you to be here no matter what. If you don't want to have sex we can go to the kitchen instead." Paulette studies me. I hope I don't have a zit she's staring at. I would hope Peggy would warn me about these things.

"How about this: let's have sex because I've really missed you, then we can get a bite to eat and end up cuddled on a sofa watching TV until we feel sleepy?" Paulette suggests. I kiss her.

"Works for me, but we have to make it a quickie," I caution her. "The cook goes to her quarters at 9:30."

"Joshua," smirks Paulette, "it is 6:30. That shouldn't be a problem."

"Have I told you how much I've been missing you too?" I grin. I like that look of passion that comes upon her face. I take her up the stairs to the master bedroom, put her overnight and dress bag over the closest chair and pull her with me to the bed.

Paulette giggles as I pull her up so that we can kiss eye to eye. I love the way she squirms on top of me. She's clearly happy to see me and she can tell I'm happy to see her. I take her head in my hands and look deep into her eyes.

"I love you."

Paulette looks stunned so I repeat myself,

"I love you, Paulette."

"I love you too Joshua," he whispers before she brings herself down and kisses me once more. I reach down and pull her skirt up and grab her ass, grinding against her.

"Well, I'm glad we got that out of the way," Peggy grins from the bedroom doorway. Paulette rolls off of me in a flash.

"Peggy, I'm sorry," she pleads to the other woman I love. I can't fathom why Paulette is upset again. It must be a girl thing.

"You do realize that we are a package deal, don't you," Peggy continues. Paulette stammers incoherently. I rub her back trying to comfort her.

"Package deal?" Paulette whispers. "I don't understand. He doesn't want me unless ..."

"No," Peggy laughs, "he will only take me if he gets to be with you too. He wants us both and if he can't have us both, he can't live with being without the other. I think he's being greedy, but I have to admire his taste."

"I ... so he wants to be with me as much as he wants to be with you ... I don't know what to think," Paulette admits. She does relax under my touch though.

"Do you want to be with Joshua?" prods Peggy.

"Yes," Paulette nods.

"Do you want to be with me?" Peggy asks. Paulette thinks that one over for several seconds.

"Yes, I do," she says softly.

"I want to be with you too," Peggy smile, "though I've had several weeks to it over. I am pretty jealous of Joshua's affections and it took some pretty strong persistence on his part for me to realize that I trust and love you like no other person I've ever met."

"I didn't know ... it is a lot to take in ... couldn't you two have chosen another, less traumatic way?" Paulette starts by babbling and ends up scolding.

"My fault," Peggy admitted with a raised hand. "I had to make sure that I could make that final step. I had to hear him say he loved you and for you to say you loved him. I had to be sure that he was safe." Peggy looked truly uncertain and vulnerable. 

"How is this going to work?" Paulette asked looking from Peggy to me and back again.

"I thought you and I could work out the details," Peggy told Paulette, "after we fuck him senseless."

"Huh?" I say. This wasn't part of the plan that Peggy had laid out for me. Now that I think of it, the plan seems to have been concluded as far as it was explained to me. I'm in uncharted territory. A smarter man would be concerned. Me; I'm focused on the immediate prospect of sex.

Somewhere in my mental ruminations I missed the part where my two women started taking their clothes off. Men's clothing comes off pretty fast when the proper motivation is applied. Peggy comes toward me with a smoldering desire that reminds me she's not had sex with me for a whole week. 

After our vacation together, I can appreciate how voracious (from my word calendar of the day -- Peggy got it for me for Christmas) her sexual appetite can be. How she made it nine years without raping the pizza delivery boy is beyond me, but I've been happy to reap the benefits. I start to think of what a lucky man I am until I realize that Paulette hasn't had sex for at least a week as well. This is going to be harder than I thought.

I make the mistake of keeping my eyes on Peggy a moment too long. Paulette has me down and her teeth are teasing one of my nipples. I run my hand down Paulette's back until I feel the crack of her ass, which she wiggles in a taunting fashion. Peggy straddles my other leg and bends over me. She holds up a nipple to put into my mouth. I put my spare hand between her legs and start wetting two of my fingers inside her before taking one out and rubbing her clit.

Peggy began to massage my penis.

"Paulette, come here," Peggy called out soothingly. Paulette looked up and smiled quizzically. She moved up and Peggy motioned her to move farther up on the bed. As they moved passed my head I have to admit that I was expecting to be a spectator to the show. She stood on their knees facing each other and began to kiss each other. I was half way between thinking I was in a porno or in heaven.

When they started touching and pulling on each other's nipples I started to lean toward the 'heaven' part. Peggy clinched it for me.

"Come here Joshua," she purred. I turned around and got onto my knees as well. Peggy took my hand but when I tried to move between Paulette and Peggy, Peggy pulled me to her. It took me a second because I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed (love that song) but I quickly moved behind her.

"Mmmm ..." she moaned as I pressed against her. I couldn't help myself; as I leaned in and kissed Peggy's neck, my hands thought sought out Paulette's breasts and I began cupping them and holding them in my palms. Peggy ran one hand over mine, tracing the outline of my hand over Paulette's chest. She let her hand drop down as Paulette's hand moved up from Peggy's breasts and touched my shoulder and head.

"I want you Paulette," Peggy teased Paulette, "inside me ... now. Joshua, lift me up." I have a funny way of comprehending bedroom gymnastics that defies my mental acumen (tomorrow's word ... I hope I'm using it right). Anyway, I'm good at it. My hands fell to Peggy's ass and pulled her up to me. I felt Paulette's knees slide between my legs and then rise up.

"Joshua, I want you in me too," Peggy moaned. I'd never done a girl in the same hole at the same time but ...

"Wrong hole!" Peggy gasped. My bad.

"Sorry," I whisper. "Got carried away." DP I've done before, it's just been a while. Okay, it hasn't happened since college.

"Won't that hurt?" I ask. Peggy giggles.

"Joshua, assume that I actually thought this out before jumping into bed with two hot lovers," she snickers. What can I say; she's the smartest person I know. Now it is Paulette's turn to giggle.

"She's got you there," which is followed by a moan on Paulette's part.

"And I have you," she pants as she kisses Paulette. I break Peggy's concentration as I slowly start entering her.

"How does it feel?" Paulette taunts back.

"Bitch," Peggy gasps. Paulette rocks forward and I feel something move against me inside of Peggy. I respond with a little thrust of my own. Whatever Peggy is trying to say gets lost in a series of 'ugh, uh, ugh's. Paulette strokes my head and our eyes meet.

"This feels so good," Paulette moans. I can only imagine how dreamlike my smile is.

"It feels pretty fantastic to me as well," I groan back. Peggy is still speechless, but she's letting her intentions know by rocking back and forth between us. The more she does, the stronger I feel Paulette rubbing against me through that thin membrane of flesh. It is an incredible sensation and I start losing myself in the desire to not lose control.

Next thing I know I'm half way into Peggy; Peggy has put her hands on Paulette's hips and is pulling her in with each thrust.

"How does that feel you little bitch?" Peggy pants. "Do you like the feel of his cock against yours?" Paulette moans in response. Peggy moves a hand up to Paulette's silky locks and pulls back on them. "Tell him how it feels," Peggy commands.

"I love it," Paulette shouts. "I want it, I want it, I want it. It feels so good."

"Show me," Peggy whispers to her. I may be a spectator, but I have the best seat in the house. Paulette pushes up on Peggy, but she doesn't fuck her, she gyrates against her. I can feel Paulette's cock slide from side to side of my own. I've had about all I can stand.

"I'm losing it," I shout. I push another inch into Peggy but I don't want to go any further for fear of hurting her. The best I can do is sit perfectly still as the two women pulse against me. My best isn't good enough and I cry out as I start to shoot.

"Oh God!" Paulette shouts, "I can feel it." Paulette picks up her tempo. Peggy is whimpering and her body is starting to shudder and shake. Paulette's shout drives all the air from her lungs. When Peggy's head goes down and she bites into Paulette's shoulder I know what is coming and all I can do to hang on. I'm afraid that Peggy is going to squeeze the life out of poor Paulette so I work my hands up and loosen Peggy's hold on her. 

Paulette falls back, eyes wide with lust and shock. I hug Peggy close to me as the wave finally crests and Peggy starts crashing down.

"Fuck," Paulette wheezes, "that was unreal. Does she always come like that?"

"Only when she's really into it," I respond, "and I think she's really into you."

Paulette shoots me a wicked grin.

"Next time I get to be in the middle, though I certainly won't mind doing it like this again either," she beams at me.

"Sorry," pants Peggy, "... that was ... really good ... for me." She reaches down and slaps my thigh weakly. "That's for ... coming ... so fast ... Next ... time we go ... longer, do you ... understand me?"

"Okay Peggy," I reply as I gently kiss her neck and shoulder. Paulette takes one of my hands in her own and pulls it up to her lips. She takes my forefinger and starts to suck on it which isn't helping my heart rate come down at all. 

"Joshua love, I think I need to rest for a minute. I feel you stirring back inside me and I can't take anymore right now," Peggy groans. Paulette giggles.

"I think I'm partially responsible for that."

Whatever I want to do is sort of short circuited by a sudden cramp in my thigh. I start toppling over which causes both girls to squeal. We all tumble against the pillows and I slip out of Peggy. We all lie there, Paulette and myself on our backs, and Peggy wedged between us on her side, trying to get our bearings.

I roll over and wrap an arm around Peggy. Paulette hesitates until I reach over and pull her arm toward me. We both huddle around Peggy, both women wrapped up in my arms. I'm a lucky guy. I have no idea how I got to be this lucky though. I've got two women who love me that I want to love.

A little while later we are sitting around the island in the kitchen eating sandwiches while my cook, Denise, keeps shooting me an amused look. If I didn't know better I would say I've done something that amuses her. I haven't had a guest over in a year, so I guess she welcomes the company. She always takes such good care of me; she's been doing it since I was in middle school.

"Where do we go from here?" Peggy says, breaking the silence.

"I was kinda/sorta hoping the two of you would move in with me," I suggest hopefully.

"How would that look to everyone?" Paulette responds.

"Actually Paulette, we were thinking of moving you up to Goldman's old position, but what we really need you for is the supervisor rank. Joshua wants you to be his roving fireman."

"What responsibilities and authority would I have?" is Paulette's first real question.

"Whatever we can get away with for now," Peggy admits. "Instead of using Joshua's lack of responsibility as a liability, we use it as an asset. He's only really responsible to his Dad. If someone doesn't want to listen to what we think should be done, we coach Joshua on what to tell his Father and go from there."

"That is going to be pretty rough," Paulette points out. "We are all walking out on a limb. Joshua could get booted from the company. You and I could get fired and worse."

"I agree," nods Peggy, "but do you like the company, and do you feel you could deal more?"

"Okay," grins Paulette. "I've lived my life pretty cautiously until now, but you two have really reminded me of whom I always wanted to be. I'm a businesswoman damn it. Let's get down to business."

"Does that mean you ladies are moving in?" I repeat. Peggy gives me a playful smirk. Paulette seems more introspective.

"I'm in if Paulette's in," Peggy responds.

"Guys, you do know what you are buying into, don't you. Being a pre-op transgender woman is not something certain people will take well."

"Fuck'em," Peggy and I say simultaneously.

"Joshua, what about your Father. You are only now getting his respect. You could be throwing all of that way.

"Paulette, my Dad can grow a set or get out of my way. I love you and I don't care if you grow antlers and decided to call yourself Hern the Hunter. Loving you is loving you; its' not loving you only if ..."

"I'm with Joshua. He's got a wonderful mind for minutia and he's good with people, which is a talent I lack," Peggy confessed. "Paulette, you know corporate process. I know strategic planning and how to position the three of us so that we can have the best effect."

"So you want me for more than my pretty looks?" snickers Paulette.

"No, I want you for your pretty looks," I smile, "Peggy wants you for your pretty looks and your brilliant mind. So why are you here with me?"

"Joshua, you see the real me and that is all I need," Paulette says. "When I walked into your office that first time and agreed to help me I knew I wanted to know more about you and afterwards, that kiss. I think I fell in love at the kiss. To you, the only person who mattered was Paulette. It was everything I've been trying to do all my life and then to have that person say they love you."

"I can promise you this; I have never seen him think of you as anything but Paulette," Peggy noted, "and Joshua is the people person. On that I follow his lead. In a way I've always sensed that I didn't want to get between you two."

"You came between us not ten minutes ago," Paulette teased. Peggy stuck her tongue out in response.

"Let's go to the TV room and we can watch a chick flick," I suggest.

"No!" protests Paulette. "I want to watch the Expendables."

"Mmmm," Peggy agreed, "man-candy."

"Exactly," giggled Paulette

"Huh?" I mumble.

"Don't worry Joshua, they blow up a lot of stuff too," Peggy informs me. I'm all for films where things go boom and chicks in tight clothing fight. How Kill Bill Volumes 1&2 were dissed by the Oscars still boggles my mind. Best Romantic Comedy EVER!

The film is great even though the girls won't let me practice throwing kitchen knives at my life-sized cardboard cutout of Clint Eastwood in Hang'em High. Somehow my barely adequate basketball skills don't translate over to ninja training. Paulette also suggests that we don't want to spend our first night together emergency room. I tell her they know me on a first name basis which for some unknown reason distresses her.

I cuddle between my women as sleep takes up. I dream about sexy bodies and bikinis that keep popping off. I wake up to a blow that is ... actually my hand on my pecker. The girls are nowhere to be seen. I head down to the kitchen were they are sitting next to each other talking amicably. My cook is sitting close by listening intently. I grab a cup of coffee and go to see what they are up to.

"What are you ladies talking about?" I yawn.

"We are going over baby names," Paulette smiles up at me. I lose control of my bodily functions. The coffee cup drops from nerveless fingers and cracks on the floor splashing scolding hot liquid over my foot. I'll worry about that later. I have to master this situation.

"Wa -- ha?" I gurgle. Have I missed something? "Paulette, are you pregnant?" Paulette giggles.

"No Joshua, neither one of us is pregnant," Peggy tells me, "but if you are serious about making this relationship serious, we should think about marriage and children. Don't you want children?"

"Oh, I love children considering I am one most of the time," I explain. The cook stands up with a long suffering sigh and gets some paper towels. "Which one of you do I marry, or do we go to Utah and I get to marry both of you?" It is Paulette's turn to sigh.

"They don't do that in Utah anymore," Paulette grins, "but thanks for the sentiment."

"We were actually thinking that you marry Paulette," Peggy informs me. "You two can adopt our children when they are born so they have one Father and two Mothers. Paulette gets to have her big wedding and the three of us can sneak off to some place and have a civil ceremony later." I raise my hand.

"Yes?" Peggy addresses me.

"Is this the part where you tell me what to do and I do it without having to go through all the headaches of understand what I'm doing?"

"Yes," the girls say together playfully. Sweet! Best relationship ever!

I fall on down on one knee in front of Paulette and her eyes go wide.

"Paulette Ellis," I start, "would you do me the honor of being my wife, to have and to hold, until death does us part, forever and ever?" Paulette's eyes well with tears and I pray I'm not kneeling on her toes.




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"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," Paulette squeals as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and starts crying into my shoulder. I catch Peggy giving me one of her 'atta boy' smiles and I sense a few tears in her eyes as well.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" I ask Paulette as I stroke her hair. "My first one was a small affair; about three hundred people. You and Peggy can go shop for the right wedding gown, and I can use my tuxedo from the first one."

"New tuxedo," insists Peggy. I nod. Weddings are all about the girl after all. Paulette looks up at me then to Peggy.

"I nice big dress, white with lace and a long train?" Paulette goes down her wish list.

"I'm sure Louisa has the right boutiques to go to," Peggy adds. "She can also help with the guest list. How big a party do you want?" Paulette seems to think that over.

"Three hundred sounds good. I think that only my Mother will want to attend from my side of the family."

"My Father can give you away then," I volunteer. Peggy and Paulette exchange glances but nod.

"How about something in the fall," Peggy suggests. "Soon enough to keep people from talking about our living arrangement, but far enough out to make sure everyone can attend."

"This is all coming so fast," Paulette sighs. Peggy holds her hand.

"We are with you on this," she tells Paulette.

"How about we take a swim in the pool to celebrate?" I suggest when Paulette comes up for air.

"Joshua, we don't have any clothes on under these robes," Paulette answers. Somehow I miss the relevance of that statement.

"Indoor pool -- no neighbors ..."

"Is this an excuse to see us naked?" Peggy snickers. Again, why do girls ask such silly questions? Of course this is an excuse to see them naked.

"Maybe," I mumble.

"If we take a swim, you can only have sex with one of us," taunts Paulette. I look at them both, stand then turn and walk to the back of the kitchen.

"Joshua, where are you going?" Paulette inquires.

"The walk-in refrigerator; I need to cool off," I explain. Paulette and Peggy run to catch up with me. They drag me away from my chilly coffin of cold comfort.

"Fine, you can sleep with either one of us or both of us if you have the stamina and we'll go swimming with you, but you need to do one thing first," Peggy says.

"Yes," I agree.

"Do you like Nicholas as a boy's name and Nicole as a girl's name," Paulette says with all seriousness. Somehow the tear streaks on her cheeks make her look even sexier.

"Charles is a good boy's name, but I like Nicole," I respond.

"If you say you like Nicholas I'll give you a blowjob right now," Paulette smiles up at me.

"Paulette!" Peggy protests.

"Nicholas is a great name. It's my favorite name. It is the best name in the whole world!" I declare. Like there was any other answer to Paulette's offer. Paulette's response is to go down on her knees and open my robe. I love morning wood.

"If you two are going to fool around," Peggy protests as she grabs one of my hands and pushes it to one of her breasts, "I'm not going to stand around not participating."

"Children," mutters the cook good-naturedly. I reach down and start kissing Peggy while my free hand starts running through Paulette's hair.

"If you three are going to make children," the cook says with more force, "try the bedroom. Joshua, no more condoms in the pool. You know the pool cleaner doesn't like that. She's a nice girl and very sensitive to such things."

"Sensitive?" Peggy asks. Paulette holds my member in her hand but also turns to the cook.

"Ever since she came in and saw Joshua swimming ... naked. He was nice enough to give her a bikini to wear and lets her swim when she's over." 

"Oh, did he?" Paulette teases and gives my member a hard yank. Ow!

"We never had sex! I swear," I plead. "She was part of the 'don't sleep with the employees' rule."

"Joshua," Peggy grinned evilly, "Paulette and I want you to know your Man-Whore days are over. You are going to make honest women of us. Are we clear?" I gulp.

"Are we all on the same page," Paulette says with her teeth barely an inch from my penis tip.

"Absolutely," I pledge.

"I always knew you were smarter than you looked," chuckles the cook. "Let me clean up here. You children go put on some swimsuits and take a dip." Paulette stands up and a wave of regret and relief pass through me. She still keeps hold of my penis and starts to lead me away with it. Peggy sidles up beside me, snaking an arm around my waist.

"So," Peggy asks sweetly, "is the pool girl cute?"

"Yes," I respond innocently, "she's got shoulder length black hair usually worn in a ponytail. Nice breasts -- maybe B's, slender waist and flat stomach. She does yoga three days a week, broke up with her boyfriend in March, and is thinking about going back to City College to finish her Chemistry degree. She's very cute with a sharp sense of humor." 

Ow! I groan inwardly as Paulette yanks hard on my favorite part. I'm still trying to figure out what I've done wrong this time when Peggy adds to my confusion by asking.

"Have you ever helped her stretch when warming up before going into the water?"

"Sure, she's very flexible." I try not to scream. I'm telling the truth so why are people hurting me?

"Joshua, why didn't you sleep with her when you certainly could have?" Peggy lures me in with another obvious question which I am not starting to associate with pain (who says I can't be trained?). As I hesitate I can feel Paulette's hand tightening in the prelude to more yanking-pain. I don't know what else to say though,

"I didn't know it then, but I was in love with the two of you. Peggy, you asked me to not sleep with anyone but Paulette. I did what you told me to do because it felt right." Now I wait for the yank. It doesn't come. Instead I get stroked and both women stop moving me along and hug me. I no longer know what to think or do so I hug them back instead of trying to reason it all out.

"Can we go swimming now?" suggests Peggy.

"Does this mean you are going to stop hurting me?" I hope.

"We'll keep that option open in case the pizza delivery girl is on a first name basis with you," Paulette threatens.

"You know Stephanie too?" I say. Ow! What did I do now? I suddenly think that telling Paulette that Stephanie's a hot Asian chick that reminds me of her would be unwise.

"Spill it Joshua," Peggy drills me.

"She's a hot Asian chick who reminds me of Paulette," I blab. Ow! Life has suddenly turned painfully cruel and I don't know why.

"Paulette, we can't punish him for every woman he comes in contact with. We need to find another way to keep him in check," Peggy says.

"Sorry," Paulette grimaces, "I'm sort of new to this whole fiancé thing. My few relationships with boys never got that far or ended well. What do you to keep him in line?" 

Most guys might resent people having a conversation about them while they are standing there, but it is par for the course in my life.

"I give him a Dove chocolate when he does something good, and block his sports channels when he's bad. It works really well," Peggy informs Paulette. That would most likely be why I lost access to the Women's Lacrosse Finals damn it. 

We get back to the bedroom and all the robes go sliding down to the floor. My thoughts about ... hell all thoughts cease as I watch the two women I love bend over and get dressed. Peggy smirks at me while sticking her ass in my direction and tosses me a swimsuit. I dress quickly, and lead the charge down to the pool.

When we get there, Lorna the pool girl is already in her swimsuit working on the pool. Maybe I forgot to mention that she was on the swim team in high school.

"Joshua," she squeals as she drops the pole and jumps into the pool to swim across to me. I drop into the pool from my side. She meets me most of the way across the pool, wrapping her arms and legs around me. We don't kiss. We've never kissed. We do go nose to nose. Someone coughs behind me.

"Lorna, hey, these are Paulette, my fiancé and Peggy my Life Partner." I can't read the expression on Lorna's face. Something tells me that I'm about to get my face slapped. It has been a rough day.

"Do you ladies like to share?" Lorna asks playfully.

"Do you and Joshua share often?" Paulette inquires.

"No," sighs Lorna, "he has been telling me he's had someone and he can't fool around. It is nice to finally meet you. I was beginning to think he was blowing me off ... or gay."

My two women slip into the pool and float toward us.

"We thank you for taking good care of our Joshua," Peggy starts.

"But we aren't at a sharing moment in our relationship," Paulette finishes. They are finishing each other's sentences. I wonder what I do if they started dressing alike. Actually that sounds kind of kinky.

Lorna kisses me on the nose and strokes back to the other side of the pool. She gets back and smiles at the three of us as she towels off. She is soon back to cleaning the pool and checking the filters. Only after Lorna is gone does Peggy sneak over to me and give me an 'atta boy'. 

"Huh?"

"You kept your eyes on us, and Paulette and I noticed. That means a lot," she says. Sometimes I don't get women. I love them. Why would I be looking elsewhere?

(Monday morning)

I walk up to my Dad's office. I've got a good head of steam on. I need it to dampen down the fear. Peggy and Paulette are tagging along, but hanging back.

"Mr. Dillard ..."

"Go right on in," Dad' Personal Assistant says. I spy Louisa behind him in her customary spot. She gives me a hopeful look.

I walk into Dad's office. It seems to take forever to cover the distance in this cavernous space. Dad is busy doing the stuff that makes this company run. I stand in front of the desk and clear my throat. I don't bother sitting down.

"Hello Father."

"Joshua."

"Father, I'm getting married to Paulette Ellis and I would like you to attend our wedding." Dad stops working and looks up at me.

"I forbid it," he states. It isn't an order; it's a fact.

"No." That word escapes me before I even grasp the meaning and consequence of it.

"No? I wasn't asking you Joshua, I'm telling you. You are not marrying that man." Huh?

"Paulette is a woman. She is a woman in every way that matters," I reply.

"'She has a dick. She's a he," Dad persists.

"I take it then you are not coming," I respond.

"There is not going to be a wedding," he repeats.

"No, there will not be a wedding you attend, Dad, but I'm marrying her. I didn't come here for permission. I'm a grown man. Attend or not, that's on you."

"And if I kick you out of the family?"

"I guess I'll flip burgers," I shoot back.

"Idiot, your Mother left you with your house, the home in Aspen, and twenty million dollars. You'll hardly be destitute." Oh yeah, Peggy mentioned something like that. My stark raving terror made me forget.

"I'll buy a MacDonald's and hire people to flip burgers for me then."

Dad taps his Blue Tooth and the grin he shoots my way is full of menace.

"This is no longer a problem. I paid your two bimbos a million dollars each -- plus a generous severance package to leave the company and never talk to you again. We are done here."

"You are lying," I groan. With more conviction I add, "They love me. They wouldn't do that."

"Go out there and see that they are gone," he taunts me.

"You are a lying bastard and I'm tired of you playing with me," I snap. "Even if they are not there, I follow them and make it work. You won't take this away from me."

Dad stands up and looks at me. I refuse to wilt; I glare back.

"Do you know why I never liked you?" Dad asks me.

"No, I never really did. I gave up trying with you a long time ago."

"Exactly; Joshua, I never cared that you were an idiot. You can't help that. That I resented you for was that you were lazy. Good or bad, you took whatever came down the road without caring. Why are finally working for something? Why now?" He inquires. I'm not the smartest guy in the world and I have no coaching to fall back on, so I reach out blindly.

"I found something I couldn't buy. I found love. I found people that love me. I want it enough to work for it. Once I felt that way about one person it became easier to expand on that. I earned it Dad. You didn't buy it for me, I earned it," I answer.

"Oh," he muses. He sits down and gets back to work. "You may go." I don't know what to make of that.

"Dad, are you going to come to my wedding?" I wonder.

"Of course I am," he sighs in a bored manner, "I have to give Ms. Ellis away don't I?" I'm almost to the door when I understand what that means. I try not to do summersaults.

"Dad, where are the girls?" I ask.

"I imagine they are still in the waiting area. I offered them five million each to leave. Peggy threw the papers back in Mr. Dillard's face and Paulette threatened him with physical violence," Dad finishes with a chuckle. Mr. Dillard was a linebacker in college and bench presses 280 lbs. Paulette is 100 lbs. soaking wet and is just starting to exercise. Paulette's fighting for Peggy, me, and are yet-to-be-born children. I put even money on Paulette.

"Well," Paulette asks, tense as a bow string.

"Oh," I hesitate" ... he says he wants to take you down the aisle." I then break out into a big grin. Paulette hug-tackles me. Peggy reaches out and strokes my arm and I think she gives me something better than an 'atta boy'. It doesn't make me feel good; it makes me feel proud.

"Ms. Ellis," Mr. Dillard interrupts from his desk. He extends a card. "This is a bridal boutique the company has an account at. You have an appointment for tomorrow at eleven."

Paulette takes the card numbly. Suddenly this had become so much more real for her. She's going to get a dress, white, flowing, and just the way every woman wants it. Peggy looks like she wants to cry.

"Ms. Anderson," Mr. Dillard says (that's Peggy), "there is some files that need to be processed on your system. Ms. Ellis is being recommended for Ralph McCoy's position as Assistant Director of Purchasing which is more in line with her new status in the company. I'm sure Mrs. Winton won't be a problem, don't you?" Peggy smiles.

"No, I think Mrs. Winton and I have an understanding. I am staying on as Mr. Townsend's Personal Assistant?"

"Yes, unless you want a transfer," Dillard stated.

"No," Peggy responded quickly. "I'm quite happy where I am." 

I'm happy where I am too. Somehow when I was making other people happy I was making myself happy. I wonder how that happened. I'll ask Peggy to explain it to me when we get back to the office.

*

(This storyline had no real direction when I envisioned it. It was supposed to be a series of small tales about a Well-Meaning Idiot and his Girl Friday. The inspiration for how it has evolved is due mostly to the feedback and comments I've gotten. Thanks to everyone who helped me get to this spot. I hope it has been as much fun for you to read as it has been for me to write.)