Storiesonline.net ------- Hooked by Prince von Vlox Copyright© 2010 by Prince von Vlox ------- Description: Melanie Stewart knows why a fellow worker at Hubbard & Assoc. is called 'Hook'. But the budding office romance falls afoul of another girl. She'll have to find Plan B. Fortunately that's easy in the office. Codes: MF cons bi safe oral creampie exhib voy ------- "So why do they call you Hook?" Sasha Taylor asked. "When I was in college I got caught up in a theater production," Hook Benson said. He was the tall, dark, handsome type of man with a day-old growth of beard that was featured on many book covers and women's magazines. "We were doing Peter Pan, and I played Captain Hook." He shrugged. "It stuck." Sasha nodded, her eyes wide. Melanie Stewart watched, secretly amused. The trade show was in full swing, and Hubbard & Associates had sent her and several others to man a display booth and drum up business. Sasha was their 'booth babe', and her bright, blonde, well-scrubbed look seemed to be going over pretty well. She was relatively new at Hubbard, and worked out of one of the satellite offices. Hook, his real name was Jim, wiggled his hands in front of Sasha. "See, they're real." Sasha was still captivated by his charm, and his hot body. It was obvious nothing was penetrating into the fore part of her brain. Melanie took Hook by the arm. She wasn't immune to his charms, but she wasn't an airhead, either. "We need to check out the competition," she said. And give Sasha a chance to get back to normal, she added mentally. Hook understood, and they made their way out of the booth—there were quite a few people reading their literature—and worked their way down the crowded aisle. They passed the lunch line and finally found a clear space near the entrance. "Do you ever get used to it?" Melanie asked. "Used to it? What do you mean?" "You know, the looks you get from the women. When you walk into a room I swear the temperature rises at least five degrees." He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle that went right through her and made her stomach, and other places inside her, flutter. "Yeah, sort of. Now I know what models go through." "Somebody said you used to be one." "For a while. It's harder than people think, and it all depends upon your looks. Lose those, and you're out." "I don't think you've lost yours." "I didn't. I just got tired of it. I wanted a job with some substance. Being a 'booth hunk' isn't quite it." "You didn't have to come here." "If I'm going to use my marketing degree I have to do something. Today, this show, is a test. I want to see if I can turn my looks into sales." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "It works for women, does it work for guys?" "Well, you won't sell to too many guys, I can tell you that." "No, that's for you and Sasha. I'm here to sell to the women, though there are guys..." "If you mean gay ones, probably you can." "No, I wasn't quite thinking of that. Anyway, I'm here, we'll see how it goes." He looked around the crowded room. "You said we should check out the competition. I thought we did that yesterday." "I just needed to get you away from Sasha. When she looks at you her hormones take over." "There's a sure cure for that." "Do you realize what you're suggesting?" she asked after a pause. "Pretty much. I haven't seen her around the main offices." "That's because she works out of one of the satellites." "Oh. That could put a crimp in things." "It could. Look, why don't you circulate a bit. I have a couple of things to do." She felt his eyes on her. "Girl things." "Ah." He held up his hand. "No need for the details." He ambled off, drawing every female eye in the place. Melanie watched too, but then forced herself to turn away. She'd gotten this assignment because she could get her mind out of the gutter and keep things above the waist. That wasn't always a common thing at Hubbard. With Hook safely lost in the crowd, she went the other way, out onto the concourse of the Exhibit Hall. Cell phone reception was non-existent inside the place; in large part that was because of security. All sorts of wireless things didn't work inside the building. It was a brisk spring day outside, too brisk for her taste. But there was one room set aside, sort of an atrium, that provided wireless connectivity. She grabbed a mocha and debated who to call. Finally she picked Sandy, the HR Manager for Hubbard. She would know what to do in a situation like this. "Hi, it's Melanie. Got a question for you." "Sure, what's up?" Sandy asked. Melanie explained a little about Sasha. "Should we ... do we dare, um, bring her in? Or could I, you know, pass it off as a one-time thing?" "Good question," Sandy said. She sighed. "This has happened before, and the best bet is to make it a one-time thing. It's safer for everyone. I mean, if things got out..." "So what role should I play? It'll be obvious he and I are rooming together, and we're only using one bed." "How well do you think you can act?" "You mean ... let her think we're having an affair or something?" She hadn't thought of doing that. "Why not? Neither of you are married." "You're a gem," Melanie said. "I know just how I'll play it. I just hope she isn't turned off by girls." "The report we have on her says she was a college lez." Melanie could hear Sandy typing something on her computer. "You know, she tried it in college, and apparently it didn't repulse her. Just be careful. A little play is one thing, but going full-blast..." "Yeah, that could screw everything up." She found herself nodding. "All right, I'll see what happens." She made her way back to the booth. Sasha had recovered and was talking with several people, handing out literature and some of the 'trinkets and trash' everyone had as freebies. Melanie gave the woman a distant nod and set her sights on a booth at the end of the row. This was a competitor, and she changed badges so it wasn't obvious she was a vendor. She was officially there to sell Hubbard & Associates' services, but she had also been asked to see what their competitors were doing. She did check in with Anne Taylor and Jack Bristow. Those two attended all of the conferences for Hubbard and were in charge of the team. She didn't socialize with them, they'd made it clear that she shouldn't, which she now realized was a smart move. Doing that with your immediate superior, and for this conference that was what they were, tended to be counter-productive. "We've got the sessions covered," Anne said. "How are things going with the booth?" "I'm glad we got the extra material done up. We would have run out by now if we hadn't." "Do you think we need more?" Jack asked. "We still have two days to go." "It might be a good idea," Melanie said. "I'll take care of it." Jack took out his cell phone and walked off. "Anything else?" Melanie told Anne about Sasha. "I called Sandy at the office. She suggested a 'Conference Fling'. Hook and I are both single, so that might work." Anne nodded. "I think so, too. Go ahead, let me know how it comes out." Melanie agreed and walked back to the booth. There she got busy giving demos. She'd started at Hubbard as a summer intern working the phones, and her patience with customers had landed her this job. Now she put it to use as she explained how Hubbard used a telephone matching system to assure the right information appeared on the screen as the call came in. It took someone a little while to get the necessary mental agility to switch companies and products, but by now Hubbard's employees had all mastered the trick. She and Sasha had dinner together while Hook manned the booth. Melanie had a glimpse of him surrounded by women. Over the main course she let drop the hint, dangling the bait. " ... going to be a late night, and there's no one to talk to. That's the trouble with these conferences, they get so lonely." "I could swing by later on," Sasha said. "Aren't you going to the keynote speech?" "Anne and Jack will do that. I just want to get out of my heels. A little friendly conversation or something wouldn't hurt. I do have a couple of errands to run, swing by the copy shop and get more handouts, but I should be back to the room by 9:00." "I'll bring something," Sasha said. "We can sit down and have a good old-fashioned girl gab fest." "You don't have to put yourself out." "Nonsense." Melanie smiled and changed the subject. Sasha would be there, she was sure of it. She did have her errands to run, and got back to the room she shared with Hook at 8:30. Sasha didn't know she and Hook shared the room, that was one of the surprises waiting for her. "I thought you'd get entirely undressed," Hook said when Melanie stripped down to just her panties. "I don't want to scare her off." She saw the confusion on his face. "Trust me, total nudity is out, but boobs can be okay." He still looked confused. "It's a girl thing. Some places on a girl's body are okay to accidentally see, and some aren't. Everyone sees boobs, especially in a locker room. Between your legs? That's too personal." She gave him a smile. "As for you, you need to change." He'd been wearing an open shirt and trousers. She got him naked, and hard, and as someone knocked on the door, she wrapped a towel around him. It didn't exactly show the monster jutting out from his loins, but there was no mistaking what was there, or how big it was. "Who is it?" Melanie called as she checked the peephole. There was nobody in the hall but Sasha. "Oh, hi, Sasha. I didn't ... that is I..." Sasha's eyes had widened at the sight of Melanie's near-nudity, and then they saw Hook and the front of the towel wrapped around his waist. As she'd expected, all thought evaporated from Sasha's head, and Melanie had no trouble pulling the woman into the room. "I, uh, that is..." Sasha stopped, her eyes trying to see through the towel. She visibly swallowed. "We were just relaxing," Melanie said. She slid Sasha's jacket off and tossed it on a chair. "Care to join us?" "What? You mean ... That is..." Her voice trailed off as Hook moved and the presence pushing out the front of the towel did so, too. Sasha's eyes zeroed in on that, and whatever rationality she'd had vanished. "Uh, sure." In the next few seconds Sasha's jeans somehow came unsnapped, her bra got itself unhooked, and her hands wandered over Hook's chest and shoulders. All without her appearing to be consciously aware. Melanie could appreciate what Sasha was going through. She'd had that happen to her a few times at Hubbard, and not just with Hook. There were guys at work who made her want to be flat on her back with her legs open. The moment of reveal was almost here. As Sasha tried to figure out how to glue her body to Hook's without quite touching his manhood—another 'girl' thing, part of the whole seduction she'd seen written about countless times in romance novels—Melanie concentrated on the basics. Sasha unconsciously stepped out of her jeans when Melanie pulled them down, revealing a tiny pair of bikini panties that just barely covered things. Her bra, already loosened, dropped to the floor, along with her tee-shirt. Sasha plastered her naked skin against Hook's. She was breathing hard. Her nipples were already standing out, and, from the smell as she dropped a kiss on the girl's bottom, she was soaking wet. All in all, things were off to a good start. She lost her own panties, and then captured one of Sasha's hands and hooked it in the waistband of the girl's panties. Instinct took over, and Sasha shoved the blocking garment out of the way quickly. That was the cue to loosen the towel that had been hiding Hook's treasure. It fell to the floor, and Sasha made a small sound as she truly felt what he had. "It's so big," she whispered. "And now you know why we call him Hook," Melanie added. She pressed her body against Sasha's—she wasn't sure the girl even noticed—and gazed over her shoulder at Hook's pride. His cock was a good 10" long, maybe more, and thick enough she couldn't get her fingers all of the way around it. The last couple of inches took a decided turn to the left, hence his nickname. Sasha kissed him, pressing her body against his as if she was trying to take all of him into her through her skin. Hook though, seemed to have a good idea of what was going on. He broke the kiss and started nibbling on Sasha's body, a little kiss and lick here, another one there. He slowly worked his way down her, stopping to feast on the girl's pert breasts with their long pink nipples. He pushed her onto the bed, draped her legs over his back, and zeroed in between her legs. A lot of guys did that. Melanie preferred that they take their time getting down there, teasing her, building the anticipation, but only a few guys, the most experienced ones at Hubbard, seemed to do that. Of course part of it was that with only a few minutes for break you had to get to the main course, but still... Sasha gave a high-pitched sigh when Hook's tongue slipped through the folds of her sex. Melanie had moved onto the bed and taken Sasha's head in her lap. Her hands went to the girl's pale breasts. A little awareness crept back into Sasha's eyes, and she reached for Melanies's, gently squeezing them. Melanie could tell it wasn't a gesture designed to inflame lust, more of a friendly something to do while the real drama occurred between the girl's legs. Sasha's sighs escalated to a high-pitched squeal. She hunched forward, her whole body tense and quivering. For several seconds she stayed that way, then she flung her head back as she gasped for breath. Hook took that as a hint. He slipped on a condom and guided his monster into her. Sasha jerked at the first contact, her legs trying to close protectively around her. He paused, letting her get used to his girth, and then pushed gently. More of his monster slid in. Sasha had started humming, and the notes rose in volume and pitch as he slid farther in. Her hands fluttered helplessly, and then gripped his arms hard enough to leave marks. Hook paused, clearly trying to control himself. After a few seconds of steady breathing he drew back and thrust. He slid a few more inches in. Another thrust, and another; it seemed to take an hour before he had most of his hardness sheathed in Sasha's channel. He left it there, letting her get used to him. After a bit she began to make little moves, trying to take more. He grinned, and started moving. Melanie caressed Sasha's breasts, playing with the nipples. If Sasha noticed, she gave no sign of it. All of her attention was focused on what Hook was doing. After a bit, Melanie eased away. She slid a pillow under Sasha's head, and then got off the bed to watch. This was something that never got old. In the past three years she'd seen dozens, if not hundreds of couples doing it. There were the sessions in the rooms just off the break rooms where up to four couples could get involved with each other. There were the 'off-site' meetings that were giant orgies with couples doing it in every room, in the pool, and on the grass of the small resort they used, and the times in the meeting rooms, whether in the office or in some place where employees gathered. Men and women having sex in every position and style imaginable, and more than a few that she'd never thought of. Hook had braced himself above Sasha, using his arms to take his weight. Her legs had come up until her knees were hooked at his waist, and her ankles crossed just above his butt. She could hear the rhythmic slap-slap-slap as his body hit her thighs. His balls in their fleshy sack swung back and forth, gently beating on Sasha's bottom. Sasha's body shook at the end of every in-stroke, accompanied by a soft grunt from him, and matching sigh from her. He maintained his steady thrusting, obviously in control of his passion. Sasha clearly felt no restraint. Her sighs rose in volume and frequency. Her hands clutched his body as if afraid that he'd get away. And she began riding up on him, moving in counterpoint, her legs straining to pull all of him inside her. Three years of experience, and two more from when she'd been in high school and having sex with her babysitting clients as 'payment' told her that neither Sasha nor Hook was going to last much longer. Sasha's eyes were glassy as she concentrated on what was happening inside her. Hook's eyes were hooded, but his body was moving with more and more authority. Melanie was pretty sure Sasha had already come once, back when Hook had gone down on her. She didn't know if the girl would come from straight screwing. There were people who said that happened to only one woman in three. The percentage was a lot higher in the main offices of Hubbard, where as far as she knew every woman came from doing it. But Sasha didn't have all of that experience. She really didn't know at all whether she would. Melanie wet her fingers, ready to help if she had to. She needn't have worried. Sasha threw her head back, her body arched, and she stopped breathing. After several seconds she slumped, gasping. Then she stiffened again, her fingers digging into Hook's back as her passions peaked. That drove Hook over the top. He gave a final thrust, pulled out, ripped off the condom, and came all over Sasha's body. Spurt after long, ropy white spurt covered the girl from her breasts to her tummy while Hook bared his teeth in almost a snarl. Then it was his turn to slump. Melanie hated to see all of that going to waste. As Hook collapsed beside the girl, Melanie began scooping up some of his come with her fingers. Some she licked up, but some she offered to a still glassy-eyed Sasha, who licked it up, and smiled. "He really packed quite a load," she murmured. Sasha looked down the length of her body, and smiled. "Wow. He came all over me." She scooped up some and licked her fingers. Melanie licked up a little more, but she saw their eyes: she didn't exist in the room. This wasn't how she'd wanted to night to go. Sasha rolled into Hook's arms. They kissed, kissed again, and kissed once more. She'd wanted to cuddle, have sex with both people, and generally have fun. Now... She gathered her clothes, took Sasha's key from her purse, and let herself out. She was so horny she could barely see straight, but it was clear she wasn't going to get any satisfaction, at least in this room. She most definitely wasn't going to get herself picked up in the hotel bar. Instead she let herself into Sasha's hotel room, set the alarm for early in the morning, and got what fitful sleep that she could. The rest of the trade show was more of the same. Sasha and Hook had eyes only for each other. At least Hook moved into Sasha's room, leaving Melanie alone and very frustrated. She changed her flight arrangements, and when the show was over left directly for the airport. The Exhibit Hall had closed at 5 p.m. She was on a 7:30 flight. The rest wouldn't leave until the next morning. When she got back to town she went directly into the main offices. She'd spent six months on the evening shift and knew there would be people in the office. It was nearly 10:30 when she walked in, got rid of her jeans and panties, and practically dragged the first guy she met into the break room. It was Ewan, an import from Australia, and he nobly rose to the occasion. She groaned when he slid his hardness into her. It was so good, and so long overdue. She'd about died from terminal horniness at the conference, and Ewan did his best to take care of her 'problem'. "You sounded pretty desperate," he said as they relaxed afterwards. "I was." She shook her head. "I don't know what it was, but I had to get laid. I couldn't wait until morning." He ran his fingers across her tummy, making her jump slightly. "I think you're still wound up. We have a few minutes." "Shouldn't you be covering the phones?" "It's my lunch hour, luv. And I'm feeling pretty strong right now." She grasped his cock, still wet with their combined juices. "I'm willing, if you can." He was willing, and his endurance was enough to wring a lot of the pent-up tension out of her (though not all). When she finally left for her apartment, Ewan had a sleepy but happy look on his face. As she got ready for bed she searched her face in the mirror, looking for that 'look' that Ewan had commented on. She decided there was a wildness in her eyes, but that was it. She still wanted to get laid, but that was normal, especially at Hubbard. And she'd have time in the morning to work out more of the sexual tension that had filled her. The next morning she practically threw herself at Michael, a quiet guy who was involved in IT. Like a lot of self-proclaimed nerds, he was enthusiastic, long-lasting, and very knowledgeable about a woman's body. He got her off twice, the second time just seconds after she felt him stiffen. He was one of those guys who got incredibly hard in the last seconds before they exploded, and he was no different this time. She'd tightened into an orgasm, everything blotting out as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her. When she came down, cradled in his arms, she heard familiar cries from the next cot. For a few seconds she thought it might be Hook and Sasha, but it couldn't be, the girl didn't work in the main offices. Instead it was her mother. She watched her mother, her face red, as her emotions peaked and she came. She'd lost the extra pounds from her last pregnancy. Only a few years before she would have been slightly embarrassed to see her mother naked. That just wasn't done. You kept yourself covered at all times. Oh, when it was 'just girls' you might catch sight of someone's boob, but that sort of thing happened. But to see her mother, naked, especially down there... Three years of working at Hubbard—her mother had gotten her a job at one of the satellite offices—had certainly cured her of that. She'd never mention it to her friends, how could she? Would they understand how she thought it was cute that her mother had shaved off all of her pubic hair except for a little strip that lined up with her slit, just like girls half her age? Or that her mother's breasts were certainly a lot fuller than they looked under her clothes? Or how about—and this was worse—how her mother's face got red when she climaxed, and so did the skin on her upper chest. And she could never mention how there was the time during an off-site she and her mother had palled around, taking turns with the same guy. Afterwards they had sat in the hot tube and compared their impressions of those guys. That was something you could never tell anyone. Hubbard had brought the two of them closer than she thought most mothers and daughters ever got. She was glad of that. She and her mother had become the closest of friends, sharing secrets just like she had with her friends in high school, and they had Hubbard to thank for it. Melanie had thought she was an only child, but her mother, at age 34, had had a baby, and another two years later. The first time it'd been embarrassing; how many of her friends had a sister 17 years younger than she was? After all, when you were a teenager, your mother didn't get pregnant. It was unthinkable for your mother to even have sex. Then she'd come to work at Hubbard, and things became clear. She'd wondered if the second baby, a boy, was an accident at work or from her father. That, apparently, had been all too common at Hubbard in the early days. Her mother had quickly set her straight. "Oh no," she'd laughed when Melanie had finally asked her. "I worked at the northern satellite office for two months." She'd patted her tummy. "Your dad is very much the father of this little bun in my oven. There aren't going to be any more, I'm getting my tubes tied after I have the baby." Now she sat up and pushed at the wild tangle of her hair. Her skin was flushed, her breasts were rising and falling as she caught her breath, and she had the same look on her face as a cat that had just gotten the goldfish. "God, I needed that." Michael dropped a kiss on Melanie's cheek and headed for the shower. Her mother's partner followed him. "Have a good trip?" her mother asked. Haltingly, Melanie told her about Sasha and Hook. "Dear, I thought I told you. First, don't date the guys from here. Office romances always have problems. And second, and maybe even more important, don't pick guys based on the size of their dicks. Guys with large ones usually don't know how to use 'em, and that can cause more problems than you'd think." "Speaking from experience?" Her mother surprised her by nodding. "Before I met your father I dated a guy who was, um, generously equipped. That's the best way to put it. We had a sex life, if you want to call it that. I think he expected me to be captivated by this thing. Unfortunately, he had the personality of wet cardboard. I'm glad we broke it off. I hooked him up with a blonde bimbo with the best tits money could buy, and they've been happy ever since." "Is that when you met Dad?" "On the rebound, but I haven't regretted it." Her mother got up and pushed again at her hair. "Of course getting pregnant on our wedding night sped things up faster than I wanted. Your father shipped out to Dessert Storm right after that." In a way Melanie felt some relief. She'd wondered if her parents 'had' to get married, they were both from a very small rural town where that was still the practice. She helped her mother to her feet. "I'll get over him. We both need to get a shower." "Yeah, especially because I told your father that we'd meet him for lunch in about 30 minutes." "You what!? You could have told me." "I just did. He called just before break, and I didn't have a chance to say anything." That sounded like her Dad. That night, as she waited for the bus, Melanie saw Sasha waving at Hook from a car. She looked radiant, and he looked happy. Uh huh, she thought. He's hooked. She settled on the bus and watched them drive off. She hoped Hook was being careful. The last thing the people at Hubbard needed was someone not being careful, and bringing some weird social disease to work. In ten years that hadn't happened. At the end of the week Hook was transferred to the same satellite office where Sasha worked. Melanie felt a little relief. That was one less thing to worry about. Then, on Thursday, she met Kenny. He was tall, dark, and handsome, like Hook, with a shock of black hair. He didn't have that two-day growth of beard, but did have a fine mass of hair—not too thick!—on his chest. He worked in Phone Support, and she'd met him when he'd had to crawl under her desk to fix a problem with her connections. She wondered how many of her girlfriends got this introduction to a guy: the only part of him visible was from the waist down, just where he was naked. She spent several minutes hovering over him, handing him various things, and getting a close look at his dick. It was a tanned tube of flesh growing out of a dark thatch of hair. His balls were just as brown, and looked a little larger than normal. She resisted an urge to lift his dick and lick them. This being Hubbard, she took him ff to the Break Room as soon as she had her PC and phone working again. There he more than lived up to his promise. On Friday, just before lunch, she mentioned him to her mother. "We're going out for lunch," she added. "I was with him earlier this week," her mother said. "I know what you mean. We both had a good time." "Only at Hubbard," Melanie said. Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Only at Hubbard could you and I both have had sex with the same guy, and sit here and talk about it." "True," she laughed. "What did you think of his..." "His 'hook'?" The last two inches of Kenny's cock curved to the right. It wasn't as sharp a curve as Hook's, but it was definitely pronounced. "It definitely makes him feel bigger." Her mother smiled. Anyway, dear, have fun." The lunch date led him to ask her out to dinner. She couldn't take afternoon break with him, she spent the time with a guy from another section of Customer Service, but he picked her up right after work. They finished at his apartment. The next week they consciously tried to stay away from each other. Away from work, though, they were all over each other. After a month they moved in together. "I'll confess we sometimes take our work home with us," Melanie said her mother. "You mean you can't keep your hands off of each other." Melanie nodded. "You know, I'm glad Hook and I didn't hit it off. I wouldn't have met Ken." "I'm glad, too," her mother replied. "We had a little talk yesterday." "Oh?" "Hubbard style. And afterwards he wanted to know how to get hold of your father." "Was he good?" "Just as good as I remember. I hope you don't mind." "Not here." "Are you two going to the off-site next week?" "Looking forward to it." Her mother smiled. "I'm looking forward to getting to know that 'hook' of his even better than I have." Melanie laughed. "So what else is new? I wouldn't have it any other way." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-05-09 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------