The Job, chapter 2

[Maura Nelson]

I left the office and went straight to a clinic that specialized in
testing for AIDS and other STD's. The lab tech told me the results would
be ready Monday morning. After that I went home to my new apartment and
collapsed on the bed, my head swimming. I had said I'd be back, but I
wasn't sure I would. The idea excited me; what woman hasn't fantasized
being a prostitute? But what woman hasn't fantasized being raped-and
what woman really wants to be raped? I didn't sleep very well that
night.

The next day I asked Cathy to lunch and we met at our spot in the park.
"Cathy, I need help," I began. "I'm not sure I can do this. Please don't
take this the wrong way, but do you ever feel immoral?"

"It's alright Julie," she said, touching my arm reassuringly, "I
understand what you mean. I struggled in the beginning too. I suppose
the money helped me rationalize a lot of my misgiving. I don't know. I
don't feel evil. Don't feel like I'm a bad person. I still don't lie or
cheat or steal, I'd never commit the usual form of adultery, yet if Ted
ever did this. . ." She giggled nervously. "I don't know what to tell
you." She sighed deeply.

We sat there, thinking our own private thoughts.

It was Cathy who finally broke the silence. "You know Julie, you can
only do what's right for you. Why don't you think it over, and if you
can't do it just call me Monday. If I don't hear from you I'll expect
you to show up at 9:30."

"Okay. That seems fair. Thanks Cath!" I hugged her. "Can I have your
phone number? I might need to talk to you over the weekend." She gave it
to me and we went our separate ways.

I spent all day Saturday weighing the pros and cons, and by bedtime I'd
made my decision: I would give it a try. Sunday I called Cathy and asked
her what I should wear. She told me that for the first few days I would
be concentrating on the business and should dress as I normally would.

Of course the medical test results weren't ready till late Monday, so I
started work on Tuesday. For the first three days Cathy taught me all
about the business half of things. She was frequently called into the
men's offices and left me to cover the office at those times. That is
until Thursday after noon, when Frank buzzed her and she asked if I'd
like to watch.

Frank was white, about 45, bald, medium height and build. When we
entered the room, he was leaning on his desk. Cathy quickly removed her
dress and bra, leaving only black stockings and a red garter belt. This
was my first glimpse of the body that, to my continuing amazement, I
desired more each time I saw it. Her pussy was hairless. I thought of my
tongue probing for her hidden treasure. Her skin was a beautiful milk
chocolate color and she was delightfully plump, her protruding ass
begging to be squeezed. Her breasts, bigger than mine, sat high and firm
on her chest, and her thick nipples reminded me of chocolate covered
cherries. I imagined sucking their sweetness. . . Cathy knelt before
Frank. Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his soft cock and engulfed it
with her mouth. Very soon her head was bobbing and slurping up and down
the length of Frank's growing cock. From where I sat I had a side view
of her on her knees, her luscious tits bouncing as her head moved. When
he was good and hard, Frank left her mouth and knelt behind her,
dropping his pants, and she put her hands on the floor. His 6" cock
strained toward her as he reached his hand between her legs. He
repeatedly stroked her pussy and gradually her back arched and her hips
tilted up, offering him the object of his desire. The fleshy globes of
her lascivious ass beckoned, and he squeezed them, closing his eyes. He
pressed his hips into her and she moaned: his heat-seeking missile had
found its target. He began a slow in and out dance, rubbing her ass,
stroking her back. Her breasts swayed in time with his moves. I was
mesmerized by their hypnotic rhythm. I had never watched anyone have sex
before and was embarrassed to be witnessing their intimacy; the couple,
however, seemed to have forgotten my presence. His hands stroked down
along her sides to her stomach, then up to her breasts. He lightly
cupped them, letting them softly slap his skin as they swayed. Gradually
he tightened his hands until he was squeezing her breasts softly, then
harder. As the squeezing intensified, so did his fucking, causing her to
let out a long moan. She raised her body up to his and he hugged her to
him, mauling her tits with increasing fury as his hips pumped faster and
faster. Her dark flesh squeezed out between his pale fingers and the
animal sounds she made rose to a scream as he stiffened and the pumping
stopped. They locked together, both moaning, until he slumped against
her and she collapsed to the floor, taking him with her. I tiptoed from
the room.

After work Cathy and I went out for a drink. "Tomorrow's the big day,
Julie, my last and your first," she told me. "Think you can handle it?"

"Yeah, I think I'm ready," I said, not quite believing it was true.

"One thing, Julie," she warned. "Tomorrow you'll have sort of an
initiation. They'll all take turns with you."

"Uhhhhh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Oh."

"It will last several hours, I'm sure."

"Well, will you be there Cath?" I didn't feel so sure of myself
anymore.

"Yes."

"Will you be. . .participating?"

"Yes. It's my last day and your first, so it'll be an orgiastic
free-for-all!"

That night I dreamed about being gang-raped by a football team while a
cheerleader egged them on.

The next day I wore nothing but a pink lace front-hook bra, matching
garter belt, and stockings under my clothes. I was nervous but very
excited. Cathy brought me in to see Bob and he told her to take me
shopping. She grabbed my hand and away we went.

As we walked she explained some things to me. "They don't allow
panties," she revealed, "and you must remove your bra whenever you go in
the room. Some of them like sexy stuff like garter belts and merry
widows, but nothing that covers the good stuff." I giggled. She
explained that in the reception area I must look professional, yet in
the offices I must be able to get naked fast. Therefore, wrap-around
dresses were an excellent choice. They looked sexy but classy and could
be removed in one motion. Zip-front dresses were also a good item for
the same reasons. "As you've noticed, they send the typing to a service,
so you don't have to worry about that. I bet you were wondering when
you'd get your work done in between all the fucking!" It was true, I
had; we both laughed. "I used to type their letters, but when I began my
new duties I didn't have time. You do take dictation from some of the
guys," she continued, "but the others use a dictation machine and the
typists take care of it. Now, when any of them calls you into his
office, you go in and remove your dress or blouse and lock the door.
Sometimes he'll want to work, sometimes just sex. The work usually
includes sex, like a blowjob while he dictates into the microphone. I
sometimes wonder what those transcriptionists must think of the odd
changes in their voices!" We had another good laugh. "Or he might fuck
you from behind while you lean on the desk and write down his
dictation."

"Gee, that could make it hard to concentrate!"

"You're telling me!" We giggled again. I really liked Cathy and would
miss her when she left.

We arrived at a pricey lingerie shop. Everything was silk; I loved it!
Cathy selected a few things and we went into a spacious private dressing
room. Once again I was standing before her with nothing but a garter
belt and stockings, so of course that got me thinking about her
"examination," but I didn't say anything. She handed me a lavender merry
widow and helped me snap it up. The bottom left my pussy and ass
exposed, my waist was cinched in tight, and the bra had half-cups so
that my tits were pushed up beautifully and my nipples just peeked over
the top. It looked damned sexy. "Mmmm, such creamy mounds!" she said,
stroking the tops of my breasts. Her warm hands felt wonderful, but I
stopped her.

"We better not, not here!" I whispered, looking at the door.

Cathy sighed and looked at me questioningly. "Okay, but soon?"

"Yes, definitely soon," I said, and I kissed her softly. She whimpered,
slipping her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply for a full minute,
then broke apart, not looking at each other. I think we were both
surprised at the intensity. I tried on a few more things. We selected
some lavender stockings to match the merry widow; a few garter
belts-white, black, red and blue; some silk stockings; a cupless bra;
two pairs of extra long garterless stockings, black and white; and a
black stretch lace catsuit with cutouts in all the right places. I tried
to picture myself modeling these for the guys. I still wasn't sure about
the whole thing.

Next we went to a dress shop. More silk! We purchased two cashmere wrap
dresses and two silk zip dresses, plus a honey brown leather mini skirt
and matching silk blouse. The blouse teased the eyes, opaque yet hinting
at sheerness. I knew I would wear it with the cupless bra. I turned
myself on in this outfit!

Some leather knee boots and two pairs of 3" spike heels completed my
ensemble. We stopped for coffee and it was clear as we talked that we
were both nervous about the rest of the day. Cathy had never shared "her
men" with anyone. I thought about our kiss and wondered if we would make
love at the orgy. We finished and walked back to the office.

On Cathy's desk were two huge bouquets, one for her and one for me. We
were both charmed by the men's thoughtfulness and Cathy got teary-eyed.
I hugged her and took my bags of clothes into the bathroom to change.
Which one to wear? I finally decided they would like to see all of me
the first time, so I stripped naked and put on a wrap dress. The thin
knit fabric hugged my breasts, tickling my nipples and causing them to
stand at attention. Twirling in front of Cathy's desk, I asked her,
"What do you think?"

"Wow Julie, do you look fabulous! But remember, professional appearance
on the job, and Bob just told me we're all going out to lunch, so go
back and put on a bra."

A few minutes later the men appeared, all six of them. Their ages ranged
from 35 to 60. One black, one Asian, the rest white. 50-year-old Bob was
a real head-turner. 6'4", with a handsome face and the strong but not
overly muscled build of a tennis player, he had a commanding presence
and was the obvious leader. His intense blue eyes were complemented by a
full head of beautiful silver hair. The other five were average,
ordinary looking fellows. Clean, well dressed, and well mannered, they
all seemed like nice gentlemen. Bob put a "closed" sign on the front
door and we walked to a nearby restaurant where we enjoyed a delicious
meal, the fine champagne flowing freely. There was never a hint of
impropriety during the conversation. No one seeing us would ever have
guessed we were anything but ordinary secretaries being treated to a
special lunch by our bosses. When the waiter brought Cathy a cake, the
guys tearfully sang "Auld Lang Syne" and she cried. They obviously
adored Cathy and would miss her, but were willing to accept me. By the
time we left I was feeling very good about all of them.

My head was tingling from the champagne, which had replaced my
nervousness with horniness. We all went into the conference room. The
men sat around a table about 12 feet long and three feet wide, half of
which was covered by a thick foam pad. Cathy kept her clothes on, but
gestured to me. As 12-make that 14!-hungry eyes watched, I removed my
dress and bra and hung them on a door hook. I stood there, feeling
desirable, letting them take me in. Approving murmurs and whistles went
around the room. Bob came forward, took my hand, and led me to the
table. He covered my tits with his big hands and kneaded them for a long
time, looking into my eyes. "I'm looking forward to you," he said in a
low tone. My clit throbbed at the promise in his voice. Still clutching
my breasts, he gently pushed me back onto the table. As I lay down, he
raised my knees up to my chest, then separated them very wide so that my
entire crotch was fully exposed. A thrill went through me and I wished
my legs could spread farther apart. I was surprised that I felt so ready
for this. I wanted all the men to examine me, touch me, invade my
private spaces. I imagined 12 hands probing, six mouths sucking, six
cocks fucking. . .

"Okay Cathy," he said, interrupting my reverie; she walked over and
handed him a bag. Two men held my legs apart as Bob took some things
from the bag and set them on the table. "I'm going to remove your pubic
hair, Julie," he explained as he worked. "Don't be afraid; it doesn't
hurt, does it Cath?"

"No, not at all," she said, smiling at me. "In fact I think it's kinda
sexy."

Bob chuckled. "First I'll trim your hair a little shorter, then I'll wax
it off. We don't like shaved pussy, the stubble really hurts. But waxed
pussy is as soft as silk. Mmmm."

Another male voice behind me said, "We all love naked pussy. Makes us
want to dive right in!" Everyone laughed and made smacking sounds. (We
were all under that unique champagne spell, after all.) I wondered if
there might be visions of preteen girls dancing in their heads, but I
understood about the stubble. I had once had a boyfriend who shaved his
balls, and I could only suck his cock if he had shaved that day, because
otherwise the stubble pricked my lips. They were right, it hurt like
hell!

As Bob trimmed my hair, Cathy heated the depilatory in the microwave,
then he put the wax strips all over my outer labia. The warmth felt
wonderful. As he pressed them in, the men holding my legs apart bent
down and licked and sucked my nipples. I closed my eyes and savored the
feeling; it was heavenly to have both nipples sucked simultaneously. As
they sucked they squeezed my tits with their free hands. Suddenly I felt
a tug on my pussy and realized Bob was tearing off the wax strips-and my
hair with them. To my surprise it was nearly painless. Cathy was right,
it was sexy. He had to repeat the procedure several times to get all the
hair, and the two men kept up their sucking. They sucked extra hard when
Bob was pulling the wax off, so that my attention was on my nipples, not
my pussy. When he was satisfied with the results, Bob placed a warm
towel over my entire crotch, holding it there. I sighed. Then he wiped
the area gently, removing any stray hairs or wax. Satisfied, he helped
me sit up. "Okay Julie, that's all there is to it. Ready to party now?"

"Ohhh yes!!" I said with obvious enthusiasm. I was ready to be fucked
like I'd never been fucked before!

"Great! Do me a favor: put your dress back on and go out in the hall,
then come back in and take it off, so we can get a fresh look at you the
way you are now, all naked and gorgeous." I dressed and went into the
hall, then snuck into the bathroom, raised my skirt, and looked at my
newly hairless pussy in the mirror. I loved how it looked, my inner lips
pouting out of their protective covering, begging to be sucked. I
touched my hairless mound. I couldn't believe how soft it was! It
reminded me of a baby's silken cheek. I stood there stroking my newly
soft self, watching in the mirror, until I realized with a start that
I'd been gone a long time. I lowered my skirt and ran back to the room.
When I went in and stripped and stood before them in all my exposed
glory, the whole group stood up and applauded, cheering loudly. Blushing
and grinning from ear to ear, I couldn't help noticing that they were
all completely nude, even Cathy. We were gonna have some fun today, yes
we were!

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