Randy: newly divorced, budding DOM
John: Randy’s best friend, a Don Juan
elle aka little elle aka little l: Randy’s boss and a subbie at heart

Moving On *1

I had joined a men’s group after my divorce. The guy that ran it was fun and funny, and even though I am an introvert, I very much enjoyed the repartee. I met a man named John there that quickly became a dammed good friend. During one session the leader had made the comment that at some point, a guy decides he is tired of jerking off and starts looking for a partner again. That hit home for me.

My buddy John looked at me after the group session was over and said, “Ya know, Randy, I really felt what Max meant when he said that a guy gets tired of jerking off and starts looking again. There’s this party this weekend. I’m thinkin I’ll go to it. Ya wanna come along? It’s clear up in Portland.”

I deferred my decision, like a good introvert always does when public contact rears its ugly head.

Later that week, John and I went out for a beer after work. As I was getting ready to go home, John leaned forward and confided that the party would be fairly kinky and everyone wore a mask so no one would know who I was. It was to be a masked ball, heavy on the ball, he said. I had periodically read about such things during my erotic story masturbation marathons. I thought about the concept of wearing a mask, and it made me feel secure for some reason.

So I agreed to go. John told me he would pick me up. I replied that I would prefer to take my own car, you know, just incase it wasn’t as much fun as John had indicated. John’s last words were, “Now remember, this is a kinky party. Women will have their tits out and may even be showing their pussies and may even let some guys fuck them, so be ready for it in case it happens. Bring condoms. You never have to do anything you don’t want to. And any woman can always say ‘No’. And No is NO! But you will most likely see things you have never seen before!” John grinned in that jesting, leering way of his.

So I bought my whole-head mask and rented everything else that I needed to go with it. I had decided to really “dress” for the occasion. I arrived about 11:00, well before the witching hour.

I suppose I should tell you that during my art history class in college, the female Prof had made a big deal about the codpieces the Etruscan soldiers wore. Every time she showed a photographic plate of an Etruscan warrior with his codpiece, her nipples would get hard. And she would ALWAYS point the codpiece out. Would love to have balled her.

That just might explain why I was dressed up like an Etruscan Warrior.

The Roman Guard at the iron front gate points out the entry door to me as I pass by into the enclosed courtyard. The outside of the party place is dark, lots of people standing around in the courtyard, smoking like chimneys. No one paid me any attention as I choked my way through the cigarette and cigar smoke. Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, I pull the door open. I walked through the door pointed out by the Roman guard and had to stop to let my eyes adjust. It had been dark in the courtyard, but was even darker inside. Sure enough, there were tits fully visible in all shapes, sizes, and resiliencies, piercings galore, even in distinctly private parts. Even the guys had their dicks showing, and lots of jewelry there too.

The freaking place was packed wall to wall!

A light came on dead ahead of where I was standing. It was a spotlight directly focused on a woman, naked for the most part, on a rack of some sort. Rack was shaped like an ‘X’. What a pair of tits! What a body! And golden rings in her pussy lips. Her pussy literally glowed with the golden adornment.

I stared until I felt foolish. I could feel Johnny swelling.

Just then a man stepped forward into the light and took a bow. Medium height. Obviously a body builder, I could tell by looking at his miniscule dicklet barely dimpling his too tight spandex shorts. Maybe I was jealous of his build. Big hands, and very well defined muscles.

My eyes latched on to a birthmark that the tied-up woman had at that certain point behind her right ear. It was seemingly identical to the birthmark that my boss has. Could it really be? Her here, me here, me with a mask on, my cock already unfurling inside my codpiece? Her pussy obviously semipublic property, at least for this evening. And those pierced-nipple tits on display? Her hands tied to the rack, her feet tied spread eagled to the rack. Full view of her little golden cunny just twinkling and winkling there in the spot light. I could see the moisture inside her pouty little lips. A wisp of golden hair rising like steam from her furrow. As I watched, her sweet little cunny lips slowly peeled apart, revealing their inner rift of promise.

Her nipples rose, swelling to pointed rubies atop their silver dollar sized rouge base.

My cock was literally pulsing inside my codpiece. I could not stop staring at what I was increasingly sure was my boss.

I tore my eyes from her body just in time to see that the body builder had produced a whip of some sort. Some one called it a Cat–a-Nine-Tails or something like that. He drug the tail parts across her titties and her exposed little kitty, caressing her taught belly with it. He ran it up and down her long slender legs.

Her eyes, behind her mask, sparkled with excitement. She was trembling. He returned the flog to her exposed golden pussy lips. Her hips pressed forward, as if to fawn against its promise of pain.

The crowd clapped its appreciation for her obvious fervor.

Could this REALLY be my boss? Was my boss really a little slutty temptress that loved to be manhandled? Was she really not that ogre of high-necked buttoned-up blouses that seemed to ensconce a battleship bra? In the break room, we had all taken bets on whether she wore a girdle to bed at night. We were all ready to commiserate with her poor husband about his not getting any, and his misery at having to live with that . . .

But this? THIS was her out of the office? Willingly letting men flog her cunt? WANTING men to flog her cunt? And those incredible tits available for abuse?

My codpiece was just too restrictive. The head of my dick was lodged half way around its helical Etruscan arc; I could no longer stand its confinement. Taking courage from the other guys with their dicks hanging free and visible, I removed my itchy awful codpiece. Sorry teach!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . . . Now that’s better!

As I again stared at what was probably my boss, a cool hand furtively caressed Johnny as he stretched in relief. The hand started pulling my poor guy straight, letting poor Johnny breathe. I glanced down quickly. It was a woman’s hand, thank god. Johnny was sticking straight out, proud and eager.

The hand continued to fondle dear John. She was looking at me with a grin as she tickled my testicles and fondled my cock, my erect proud hard dick. The nearby men noticed. A small circle formed around us, me and the eager talented woman that had bent down to more easily toy with him. She lightly rubbed his head on her own nipples, introducing our bodies to each other, I suppose.

My eyes were drawn back to the mysterious woman on stage. The body builder had begun to lightly strike her body around her chest, causing her titties to jiggle each time the tails struck her abundant firm resilient flesh. Her eyes were closed, but her back was arched, as if to present her beauty more fully to his willful pleasure.

He struck her little cunt once, then again. She whimpered, writhing.

He beat her titties several times, then really hit her cunt hard. She squeeked in surprise.

He began to work her over, never quite leaving anything other than red marks on her white skin. Her titties were jigling, her ass undulating, her eyelids fluttering in rapture.

The woman that was toying with my dick straddled Johnny, facing away from me, holding his head in her fingertips, then began to run her cuntal furrow up and down my dick’s upper side as she watched the woman on the rack being flogged.

The body builder ceased his beatings and stood there looking at the woman on the rack. He untied her feet then raised them up, retying them next to her hands. The woman’s cunt was now totally exposed, utterly vulnerable.

The crowd clapped again, their faces straining as they watched the woman allow her beautiful body to be so disrespected.

The body builder stood to the side so we could all vicariously participate in the woman’s humiliation. His fingers began to toy with her pulsing, dripping gash, frigging her clit hard, causing her pain by doing so, not joy. But she pressed her opening against his fingers, encouraging his brutality to her most sensitive part.

He pinched her clit hard, causing her to cry out. He pulled it, twisting it, tugging forcefully on her tiny bud. She cried out over and over. There was growing lust in her voice. It was indeed my boss’s voice.

He worked the handle of the flogger up her cuntal sheathe, pressing it farther and farther up inside her lithe body that was being so horribly misused. Soon the whole 12 inches was reaming her opening, his thumb slamming into her clit at the termination of each in-stroke. Once he had reached her depth, he began to fuck her hard with the smooth leather sheathed handle. Her mouth was open, a perfect O of lust.

She began to cum, her liquids squirting out upon the stage, her body wracking into each stroke of the flogger’s massive penetration, she came, flooding the hand and stage before her.

The crowd went wild. The woman on my prick shrieked in cumming as well. She pulled my hands to her titties, crushing them with my fingers. “Mark my titties for me” she pleaded, still crushing my hand around her breasts. Her wails of cumming caught the attention of those around us. Several other men and two women joined in as they slapped her breasts and kissed her lips, raising her legs above her head and smacking her bum.

One of the men pulled her off of me and drove his condom clad prick deep into her womb. Another pressed his dick against her lips, which sprang open to accept his clad tribute as well. Like a pig on a spit, they carried her to a nearby table and enjoyed her until they found their three-way release.

I looked down and discovered I had a condom on my prick. The woman must have put it on me while I was mesmerized by the woman on the rack receiving such a pleasuring.

Moving On *2

My attention was drawn back to the woman on the X with her opening so fully exposed, both to everyone’s eyes, and also to her Dom’s abuses and touches. Her copious flow during her orgasm had shocked me. I had of course read about such things, and even seen videos of women purporting to do such a thing. But I had just witnessed it myself! I even had a little on my right shoe, for god’s sake!

The way she kept looking at her Dom with those adoring eyes was what really got to me though. I was busy thinking through the difference between this ….. and physical abuse. I’m not like a lot of people that had abusive parents. My parents were quite loving with each other. Sure, I got spankings when I was particularly out of line, but not often. Obviously this woman loved what was being done to her. At least by this guy anyway, despite his tiny dick (which was now erect, I noticed, and still was not very long, So, obvious lesson, dick size has nothing to do with this woman’s response).

My ears pricked up when I heard one man talking to another one behind me. “Yeah, ‘little l’ I called her. Best damned subbie I ever had. Wish I was still her Dom. But I fucked that up big time. Anyway …..” they walked away and his voice faded into back ground noise. I was struck by how normal he looked. Other than his getup I should say. Could have been good old Art from the office next to mine, other than his outfit.

The man untied the woman from the big X, she looked up at her tormentor with happy excited eyes. I could see she was telling him how much she had loved what he did to her. His eyes, as he watched her glowing face, clearly said, ‘I treasure you.’ Together, hand in hand, they left the raised area where they had been playing. I watched her nude behind swivel away down the hallway. They turned into a room and I lost sight of them.

I decided it would be very, very interesting at work on Monday. I began to have visions of what might happen. What COULD happen.

Potential!

I spent the evening trying to absorb everything I could. I finally found my buddy about a half hour before closing time. The silly guy had been fucking every woman he found laying on a bed and not already plugged into a cock.

He looked at me and asked, “So how many times you get laid tonight, buddy?” He laughed at me when I told him none. Then I told him I had seen my boss getting worked over on the big X rack near the front door. I described her to him. He got pretty damned excited. “Oh SHIT! I fucked her! She has the tightest little puss ! Incredible!” He looked at the floor, as though he was cogitating. “That little dicked prick with her just stood there watching her take everybody. I don’t get that.”

Oddly enough, I think I did understand what motivated the couple. I decided to do some studying before work on Monday.

I must have whacked my peter off ten times between Saturday night and Monday at 8:00 o’clock. The trip to the sex toy sop stimulated several stroking sessions.

I got to work a half hour early, then had to wait five days for that half hour to pass.

By the time she walked in, I was beside myself, my dick was intensely hard, and my whole groin was tingling with need. To say I was nervous would be a total understatement. After all, I was risking my job. But I had to try, I was utterly infatuated with her ardor at the party.

She was exactly the same person that had been my boss on the previous Friday. But things felt so different now. Suddenly she was a sexual being. Suddenly I knew she had cravings for the deviant. Now I could see her body through her dress, even though she was dressed the same way as last Friday.

I opened the drawer in my desk and looked at the package I had there at least five times an hour as I waited for her to leave her office. The sun was coming around to shine through her window. And when it did, I noticed that her proud nipples were slightly visible through her blouse. I had not noticed them before. But there they were, those perfect nubbins of pinkness that had so enjoyed the flog a few nights before.

About 10:00 she slipped out to have coffee with a peer from down the hall. I was so hard that I thought my zipper would break as I snuck into her office with my little wrapped gift box. I left it on her chair.

On the way out, I made certain her blinds were open enough I could see her reaction when she discovered it. I had to wait another five hours for the ten minutes to pass. I tried to watch her without being obvious. Most everyone else was on break, so it was not as hard as it might have been.

Her nipples were distinctly visible as she walked through the office, by my desk, and into her office. She froze when she saw the package. She furtively looked over her shoulder to survey the nearly empty office. Just me and two others, the others being female. She had a pretty good guess who would have put it there, since it was an easy she deduction that it had happened while she was gone. She smiled as she picked it up. She seemed tempted to open it right away, but then seemed to think better of it and put it in a drawer. She didn’t even read the card.

I caught her looking at me speculatively several times during the morning. Her eyes were hooded, pensive, and slightly amused. She ended up sending me out to get something for her from the floor below. When she spoke to me, her nipples hardened and pressed provocatively, seductively against her blouse. I was beginning to worry about priapism.

When I got back, she had the look of shock on her face. She must have opened the card, read it, and then opened the box. I had to wonder if she had obeyed my explicit instructions to her. I decided to find out. I opened my drawer and found the tiny remote that came with the vibrating egg. I pressed the ‘on’ button.

She suddenly sat bolt upright in her chair, her eyes wide open, a look of utter shock on her sexy face. Our eyes met in mutual understanding.

Moving On *3

Randy let the internal vibrating egg run for a few minutes as he watched his boss in her office begin to squirm in a sensuous yet embarrassed way. Her eyes watched him watching her, widening periodically when her changing positions forced her most sensitive inner area against the vibrations. Every once in a while a small smile, barely an upturn at the corners of her mouth, belied her serious expression.

When she appeared to be finding the perfect position to best benefit from the internal vibrator, Randy pressed the ‘Off’ button and returned the controller to his drawer. His bosses face fell in obvious disappointment. Her eyes sought his as if she were beseeching him to turn it back on. He grinned and shook his head, then pointed to his watch and mouthed “Later.”

She nodded, accepting his decision, and returned to work, though occasionally smiling softly to herself as she worked. At noon, she gathered her purse and jacket as she stood to leave for lunch. Randy touched the ‘On’ button just long enough to goose her as she walked by his desk, studiously ignoring him as she strode self confidently passed. Then Randy left it on for a ten second teaser. Her stride changed from its ordinary brusque gait to a more sensual, hip swinging sashay as she walked out the door. She smiled privately back over her shoulder. The smile felt like a soft, inviting kiss to Randy’s forehead.

Randy followed her at a distance to her favorite noontime restaurant spot, famous for its salad and pasta bar. He found a seat in a far corner and watched her being joined by three girlfriends. They instantly were thick as thieves, trading war stories of their weekend activities. Randy noticed that the other three were listening closely to his boss’s words. He became more and more certain that all three of her friends were enthralled by her weekend exploits. At one point she lowered her blouse slightly to show them the marks still visible on the upper curve of her breast, the ones that had been left by her Dom’s exuberance.

Randy waited until they had returned from the salad and pasta bar before he pressed the ‘On’ button. He took great pleasure in watching her suddenly stiffen, her buttocks clenching tightly as her body lurched. Her girlfriends noticed her strange behavior and leaned in with urgent questions. Their eyes went to her nipples that quickly dimpled her blouse. Then, after Randy’s boss said something through clenched teeth, all three of them looked frantically around the restaurant, searching for a likely culprit.

Elle began to tense, grasping the edges of the table as her teased vagina suddenly dominated her normally well-controlled world.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Randy could hear her groan of frustration all the way over where he sat. He pretended to read his book as Elle’s friend’s eyes searched from table to table trying to discover her sensual tormentor. Randy furtively watched her until her neck began to arch backward, then clicked the off button. He grinned as his boss, the wet dream of every man in the office, slumped back in her chair, groaning in sheer frustration.

Yet Elle, her back toward the restaurant, doggedly refused to turn and look for her tormentor.

Back at the office, Randy sat busily processing paperwork when his boss walked by his desk, muttering “Bastard” softly as she walked by. He could see her grinning broadly as she continued on toward her office, her sexy bubble butt lilting back and forth, as if she were deliberately taunting him to do his best.

About five o’clock, one of Randy’s boss’s fellow managers stuck her head into her office and asked her, just loud enough for Randy to hear, “Hey Elle, you going to that reception tonight for the bigwigs of that potential acquisition company?”

Randy did a quick search of the company calendar, then grinned to himself.

Moving On *4

“Hey bud! You need a waiter for the shindig tonight?”

“Well you little peckerhead! Of course I need a waiter for that damned company promotional tonight! How you doing Randy?”

“Good, buddy! I know someone that is attending that thing tonight that has asked me to attend if possible and keep an eye out for her. But the party list is above my pay grade, so when I noticed your company doing the catering, I thought ‘Why NOT?’ Thus my call.”

“Well, 6:30 sharp to be ready for the party at 7 big guy! You know where it is, right?”

“Absolutely! And by the way, I will be in partial disguise so none of my bosses recognize me, I hope that’s okay?”

“As long as you look professional and wear your white serving coat and black pants, I don’t care if your hair or face is disguised at all! What else you going to be disguising up?”

I’ll be wearing glasses too. But I promise to be a good boy for you.”

“All right Randy ma man, see you at 6:30! Bye!”

“Thanks bud, see you then and there! Over and out.”

Randy hung up and quickly called The Costume Shoppe.

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Elle reluctantly dressed to look “party professional”. Her body was still buzzing from the games she had played all day with her subordinate. Indulging her fantasy while at work was incredible! Who would have ever thought that Randy of all people would do that to her? She could hardly wait for the next day to see what games he would play. She wished she had time to utilize the toys in her drawer next to the bed before she had to leave for the party, but she didn’t. With a sigh she left her home and headed toward what was sure to be a very long boring night. She wished she had the control to the egg that was still nested inside her.

As she drove, she tried to sit in such a way that the egg pressed against her inner sensitivity. But it just wasn’t the same. She giggled when she made the connection between the Australian males’ propensity to call a woman a bird, and the fact she had an egg firmly ensconced inside her own fertile nesting place. She chirped a few times to see if she could sound like a bird.

The party was as boring as she thought it would be. The people that the party was for were dunderheads. She watched the various sales staff trying to hit them up for business, but none of it seemed to be working.

Elle switched from white wine to Lemon Drops. ‘Much better!’ she thought as she took her first sip. Just then the vibrator inside her went off. Elle jumped as if she had been shot. The vibrations seemed somehow stronger tonight. Was it just her or was it the Lemon Drop concoction?

Finally she realized that there was no question about it! The vibrations were stronger. They seemed to be egging her on to unexcelled heights. She giggled at her own private pun. She looked around for Randy but did not see him. This was just what she needed! A way to pass the time through a very boring evening!

One of the dunderheads noticed her giggling, and perhaps even that she was squirming in delight. He walked up to her and smiled, then made some asinine remark.

A waiter brought her a fresh drink, another mouth watering Lemon Drop. As she took the glass, she noticed that there was a note under it. She palmed the note surreptitiously, wondering how it had gotten there. She smiled at the dunderhead standing in front or her. He was staring at her tits. Elle trying her hardest to look like her smile was genuine and heart-felt. Thank goodness one of the sales staff approached the dunderhead and struck up a conversation.

The vibrations within her stopped. She found herself disappointed enough to feel like pouting. She grinned to herself as she realized she really was turning into a little slutty submissive, for Randy of all people!

As soon as she could, she read the mysterious note. It read, ‘Elle, unbutton two buttons and lean over more and more in front of the idiot from that other company. Make the sale. Use those incredible tits of yours. Keep leaning over farther and farther showing him more and more of your tits until finally he can see your nipples. Close the deal as you tell him he can see your nipples if he agrees to sign the contract.’

Elle felt her panties moisten as she thought about what she was being directed to do, to do in public, at the office party! My god what an incredibly slutty sexual act that would be! Use her body to make a sale. To show her tits for profit. Her panties were quickly becoming sodden.

She strode over to the edge of the room, stood facing the wall, as she unbuttoned two buttons. What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. Elle unbuttoned a third button. Her panties were now flooded. She was really glad that she had not put her bra on.

She looked down at her hard nipples dimpling her blouse. She was obviously turned on.

She strode back to the dunderhead and smiled at him. He immediately refocused his attention on her, his eye contact time being shared equally between her protruding nipples, and her eyes.

Elle leaned over slightly to rub her thigh. His ogling eyes stared intensely at the exposed upper orbs of her perfect tits.

The egg suddenly began to vibrate again. Her body was leaking fluids, even wetting her thighs now because her panties were totally saturated. She stepped sideways, and somehow it mad the vibrating egg shoot intense pleasure through her tummy. Elle gasped, then smiled wickedly at the dunderhead. Again she bent over enough to titillate her new friend. His eyes ogled her body even harder. Dunderhead continued to stare at her nipples after she stood back up.

Elle decided to take the bull by the horn. She stepped beside the man and took his arm, pressing her nard nubbin into his bicep, smiling at him seductively. She put her mouth near his lips and whispered, “Like them?”

Dunderhead grinned wickedly and whispered back, “Oh god yes! Show me more you sexy minx!”

Elle grinned speculatively at him. “For a signature, you can spend time fondling them, what do you say?” She leaned over even farther as her eyes looked into his, daring him to stare at her partially exposed breasts again. He could not help himself, his eyes ogled her beauty for as long as she stayed partially bent over beside him. She grinned at him as he stared unabashedly at her exposure. His mouth was open, his jaw hanging down.

Elle bent over a little further. She grinned at him as he continued to stare. “Got a pen you can use?” she giggled. “I’ll even let you sign my tits if you sign the contract for me!”

The dunderhead had a growing bulge. Elle leaned over a little farther. The dunderhead was beginning to drool. He swallowed nervously. “Okay, I’ll sign.”

“When?” asked Elle, leaning over a bit more, grinning wider at the dunderhead. The cool air-conditioned air was now caressing her nipples, causing them to pulse slightly. They felt like they might explode if they got any harder.

“When can I see the rest of those tits?” he asked.

“How about when I give you a blow job after you sign?” she replied cattily. The vibrations in her sodden kitty felt as though at any time she might be forced to literally explode.

Elle had never talked this way to any man before. Not even her delightful out of town Domme. For some reason her Dom didn’t seem to want a BJ, or even to have sex with her. He only seemed interested in making her orgasm under his control, and usually in public.

Elle couldn’t help but wonder if Randy would be the same way.

She shimmied her shoulders as the salivating dunderhead stared at her jiggling pulchritude. His bulge seemed pointed now, as though his dick was so hard that it was sticking straight out under his ill fitting trousers.

Elle decided to push the envelope a bit. “Come on hon! I need to cum, what’s holding you back? Lets go get this done! My nipples need a good sucking honey!”

“Oh god!” the dunderhead moaned. “What the hell, let’s do it! Where’s the damned paperwork?”

Elle giggled, finding that she was actually looking forward to paying her debt to the silly dunderhead.

Moving On *5

The client, always a bit nerdy and unsophisticated, seemed even more so now. Elle kept glancing nervously at him as they walked into an adjoining room where the sales staff had paperwork waiting just in case they were successful in selling the deal to the client tonight. The client’s composure was shaky as he kept fantasizing about what was coming, thinking about getting a real blow job and even getting to play with the good looking sexy woman’s tits, and playing with them while he got his blow job! How much better did life get than this?

The sales staff minion kept looking behind Elle and Dunderhead to see which sales person would come in and take credit for the sale. Finally the minion asked Elle who had made the sale.

“I did,” said Elle, trying her best not to sound like she was bragging.

“You? You aren’t sales! One of the sales staff has to come in and sign for the company.”

The dunderhead looked at the sales staff minion. “What! This lady made the sale, not one of your sales staff for god’s sake. Either she gets the credit or I am out of here! Got that?”

The minion blanched. She was trying to figure out how not to blow the sale but still get one of her bosses the sale. It would make a difference in her bonus at Christmas time, after all. She kept looking behind Elle, searching for a sales staff member.

Dunderhead angrily snatched his Blackberry from the on belt phone holder and pushed a speed dial key. “Elton? That you? Hey, I am in here trying to sign the paperwork on our deal and this idiot in here is trying to give the credit to a person that didn’t make the sale. Can you come in here and straighten this out for me? Thanks!” He primly put his Blackberry back in its holster as he smugly stared at the very flustered, embarrassed minion.

Elton, President and 60% owner of the company, steam rolled into the closing room, his forehead as red as a vacation sunburn. He looked the scared little minion in the eye, glaring at her as he stared her down. “What is going on here? Why are you not allowing our very important client to sign the closing documents? What’s your name, miss …? Who’s your boss?”

Totally panicked by this time, the poor little woman tried to make a last ditch stand. She pointed at Elle and said, “But she’s not sales staff. Sales staff are supposed to get the sale, not some mid level manager!”

Dunderhead went ballistic. He again glared at the minion. “Is this how you treat a client, young lady?” He put his hand on Elle’s shoulder and addressed Elton. “Elton, this woman is the one that made the sale for you. And I want her to be the Project Manager on my whole project with an appropriate salary and perks. Do you understand? I trust this woman and want no one else calling the shots on my project.”

Elton nodded vigorously. He picked up the pen and handed it to Dunderhead. “Sign here my friend, and we will do exactly as you have requested!”

Dunderhead signed with a flourish, then took Elle’s arm and led her out the door and down the hallway to the elevator.

When Dunderhead was gone, Elton looked at the minion and asked, “Who the hell was that woman anyway?”

The minion flounced her hair and relied, “Oh, just the manager of the HR department. No one really. Which sales staff member should I credit with the sale, sir?”

Elton looked at her as though she were green and had antennae coming out of her forehead. “You’re fired!” he yelled. “And who’s your boss? They’re fired too!” He was muttering as he left the room. “Just the HR Manager! Who in the hell am I going to get to fill that spot now? ‘Just the HR Manager’, for god’s sake! What a fucking idiot that sales woman is? Thank god she doesn’t work here any more!”

Elle could not stop her hands from claiming her prize when the elevator doors closed. Dunderhead was beaming.

“Thank you for sticking up for me, sir! I can hardly wait to repay you!” Elle exclaimed, pressing her voluptuous breast against his bicep as she fondled his growing bulge.

Dunderhead put his hand on her right breast and kissed her on the lips. “Now with you as the Project Manager we can fuck every time I come down here! This is great!”

Elle, instead of feeling revolted, felt wonderfully sinful as she toyed with a stranger’s penis through his trousers. She felt so grateful to Randy for pushing her into doing what she had done to get the sale. She would never in a hundred years have done it otherwise. It wasn’t exactly a promotion, more a lateral transfer, but it would be a welcome break from the agony of HR Director.

Just then the egg started to vibrate again. Elle jerked upright, her eyes suddenly widening, her mouth dropping open. Her whole body was aflame with passion, first from being teased this way all day, then again by using her body to make the sale, almost like being a whore, using her body for making money, and now the vibrations in her vagina, again! It was too much.

“What’s that vibration I hear?” asked Dunderhead.

Elle was too far gone not to be honest and direct. “It’s a vibrating egg in my pussy. My Dom made me put it there this morning, and he has the remote control. He just switched it back on. GOD! I am so turned on I could cum right here!” Elle could not believe what she had just said, nor, she realized, did she care.

Dunderhead looked at Elle and said, “Cum, cum right now, right in front of me. I want to watch! Flood your panties right here in the elevator! DO it. DO it now! You delicious little slut! Fucking cum right now!”

Elle did.

Dunderhead came explosively in his underwear as he watched little elle melt down right in front of him.

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