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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 8: OFFICE
SLUT IN TRAINING

   The next morning, Cori woke up and showered early.  Ty was already gone,
she knew, but Harris was still in bed, naked.  She had woken up in the
middle of the night with his erect cock poking her in the eye.  She
remembered that he had face-fucked her and then rolled off to the side, and
they had both fallen asleep almost instantly.  When she awoke with the hard
cock in her eye, she prepared to suck him again, but realized he was asleep
and just having a normal middle of the night random erection that she knew
men often had.  She had given it a playful kiss on the head, just to make
sure he was sound asleep, then fallen back asleep.

   When she got out of the shower, Harris was up and had her outfit laid
out for her, with one very small addition.  At first Cori thought it was a
handkerchief like he wore in the pocket of his fancier suits, but when she
picked it up she realized it was a skirt - sort of.  It was made like a
skirt - black with a narrow waist band and a scalloped bottom that would
allow the skirt to be tight on the waist and flare out over the thighs -
similar to a tennis skirt.  However, this one was short - ridiculously
short.  "This can't be more than five inches from top to bottom," she said.


   "Right," Harris said.  "You remember the rules you wrote for yourself,
right?"

   "Yeah," Cori said.  "I said no more than nine inches."

   "And I said you needed to over-deliver on your promises," Harris said.
Cori smiled at hearing her own words being said back to her.  She had been
telling herself the same thing a lot lately.  "So, if you say nine, it
better be shorter."

   "But five?" Cori asked.

   "Don't forget what we talked about last night," Harris said.  "Embrace
your gift.  That includes that ass and those legs and that pussy.  They're
part of the show.  Oh, and it's raining out, so you'll have an excuse to
wear a light jacket.  I've got one for you that will not get you arrested
walking in the building, at least."

   Cori put on the pathetic excuse for a skirt and studied herself in the
mirror.  Standing straight up, arms at her side, she could see her pussy
mound just below the skirt, the straps from her stockings clearly visible
as they link to the ring in her clit.  And from the back, half of her ass
cheeks were showing.  She was already excited and nervous, knowing full
well that the day was going to be an adventure, full of sex and teasing and
who knows what else.  She wondered what the guys would think of this crazy
outfit ...  and how long it would take before they would rip it off her. 
She slid the pussy purse - which contained a stick of her cherry lipstick
and a $50 bill - inside her, surprised at how wet she was already.  Harris
helped clip the end of the purse to the end of the spaghetti strap that
dropped from her choker-like collar straight down between her shoulder
blades and sliced between her ass cheeks.  He then pushed the purse inside
her until the moist lips surrounded it completely and only the thin gold
chain escaped their snug embrace.  Cori squeezed her strong pussy muscles
around the purse, holding it tightly, a shiver of excitement going up her
body as the shaft of the purse massaged her pussy walls.

   The bright red windbreaker that Harris gave Cori made her outfit even
sexier, in a way.  It was only a few inches longer than her skirt and
revealed most of her thighs.  And it was tight, hugging her narrow waist
and broad chest.  And with the red choker collar around her neck and thin
spaghetti straps disappearing under the top of the jacket, it would make
male imaginations run wild as to what exactly she was wearing underneath.
They would be able to see enough - miles of long legs with fishnet
stockings, sexy stiletto heels, amazing curves and that beautiful face with
those full, pouty lips - to be impressed and there would be just enough
covered to make them want to see more.

   "Well, you're right, it won't get me arrested in the parking lot" Cori
laughed, looking at her ridiculous outfit.  At least the red jacket matched
the red heels and spaghetti straps of her suit.  "But it might get me
molested." She smiled at Harris and gave him a mouthful of tongue before
grabbing the keys to the red sports car and heading out the door.  He
jogged after her, catching up to her next to the car.  They were standing
in the driveway, Cori's bright red attire providing stark contrast to the
dreary day.

   A light drizzle fell as Harris pulled her to him and grabbed her ass
underneath the jacket.  "Save some of this for me," he grinned, giving her
ass a firm squeeze.  He noticed Cori's eyes dart to the left and looked
over to see an elderly man coming out of his house to pick up the morning
paper out of his driveway.  The man was looking right at them.  Harris
smiled and waved, keeping his other hand on Cori's ass, giving it a final
pinch before letting go and walking back in the house.

   Cori knew getting in and out of the car with her straps snapped to her
clit would be impossible.  She also knew the old man was still watching
her, but what could she do?  She reached between her legs and, with skilled
fingers, quickly unsnapped both of straps from her stockings.  She waved at
the man, smiled and got in the car, aware that she had flashed her ass at
him as her jacket rode up.  Seated now, she felt the strap between the back
of her neck and the pussy purse tighten and the purse slid down a few
inches.  She squeezed her pussy and held it tight as she started up the car
and roared off to work.

   As she drove, she found herself squirming, unable to keep her legs
still. She was glad the car had leather seats and any bodily secretions
could easily be wiped up.  The presence of the shaft inside her wasn't
exactly stimulating - it wasn't moving or vibrating, of course - but it was
pleasurable, a feeling of being naughty with this thing inside her in
public.  She wondered what she'd do if she had to get to her money.  What
would people think if she was in a store and suddenly yanked a chain
between her legs, held up a dildo slick with her juices, opened it and
pulled out a wad of money?  Just the thought made her feel dirty and
naughty, but also sexy and desirable.  Sometimes, nothing was more fun than
shocking and teasing other people.

   She knew the guys wouldn't be shocked easily any more.  They had seen
enough of her in action yesterday to know that she would do pretty much
anything they wanted.  They knew she would be dressed like a slut today. 
She just hoped she was up to their expectations - that she could look as
sexy and act as sexy as they were hoping.  She wanted to make them smile
and laugh - was there a greater gift?  - and would consider the day a
success if she could do so.  If she could learn more about the business and
how to possibly make the Office Slut in Training gig work even after Mrs.
Benson came back, that would be great too.

   She pulled into the parking lot at work and considered her options a
moment before going in.  She didn't want to clip the straps from her
stockings to her clit back on just yet.  It was very hard to walk like that
and she wanted to move quickly through the parking lot inside the building.
Once she was inside, she'd feel safe and be ready to go into full slut mode
for the day.  She decided she'd leave them unclipped until she got inside.
There was a restroom in the lobby.  She put the clips on there so they'd be
in place when she got off the elevator.

   Then she looked at the car key and smiled.  She pulled out the pussy
purse and dropped the key inside.  She considered her driver's license and
work ID, but there was no way either would fit in the purse.  She'd just
have to carry them; she hadn't brought her fancy work bag because the pussy
purse was supposed to take its place.  She re-inserted the dildo, spreading
her legs around the sides of the seat as she pushed the purse as far inside
her as she could.  Then, carefully she got out of the car.

   There were several other people making their way toward the building,
heads ducked down as if that would somehow keep the rain from hitting them.
Several carried umbrellas and scooted inside quickly, anxious to get out of
the light rain.  Cori, too, walked quickly, her heels clacking on the
pavement.  She didn't care about the rain, but she wanted to get inside
soon - the guys would be expecting this and she'd be fucked royally, of
course, but she had at least some idea what to expect with them and reason
to feel safe.  Out here, a scantily clad young woman was an inviting
target. Strangers would make assumptions about her based on her looks and
her safety would not be their concern.  Even with others around and in
daylight, she felt vulnerable and exposed.

   She fought the urge to look down and avoid eye contact, instead keeping
her head up, alert, aware of others doing a double-take as they glanced
around the lot, their heads turning back to see what exactly was up with
the girl in the heels and fishnets.

   She scurried into the building and quickly ducked into the women's room.
She used a paper towel to dab away the bit of rain on her face and then
slid into one of the stalls, where she quickly re-attached the clips from
her stockings to her clit ring.  She felt the gentle tug on her clit, the
fullness of her pussy.  Her nipples were very hard and sensitive, the damp,
chilly air contributing to their arousal.  All of her sex buttons had been
switched on and she tingled with excitement, anxious to get the day started
but nervous about the short walk from the restroom to the guard station and
then the elevator.  If the elevator was quick, it would literally take her
60 seconds to go from the restroom to her office, but she wanted badly to
fast-forward just that one minute ahead.

   She took a deep breath, feeling the extra tug on her nipples as her
chest expanded, then left the restroom, taking half strides to minimize the
pull on her clit.  Her attire and choppy walk instantly drew attention, but
she stayed focused on her path, no longer wishing to make eye contact with
anyone but Harold, the security guard.  Harold was a barrel-chested man in
his late 40s, his graying hair in a crew cut.  Cori had guessed correctly
that he was a former military man.  He was polite, but also efficient and
business like.  It was clear he took his job seriously.  It was also clear
that he liked the looks of Cori's fishnet stockings, as his eyes dropped
from her face to her legs.

   "Good morning, Harold," Cori smiled, extending her ID badge for him to
scan.

   "Good morning, Ms.  Banks," he smiled back.  Professional, efficient, he
no doubt was curious about her attire, but declined to ask, acting as if he
hadn't noticed.  But as she passed by, he couldn't help sneaking a peek
over his shoulder.  Then, he remembered.

   "Oh, Ms.  Banks," he said, "Mr.  Norbert asked me to tell you to take
the stairs this morning.  Something about the front being re-carpeted.  He
said it would be best if you came up the other way."

   "OK, thank you," Cori said, not letting her displeasure show.  I can't
walk up the stairs with all these clips, she thought.  Well, simple enough,
she'd get in the stairwell, make sure no one was around and undo the clips.
Then, when she got to the top, she'd re-clip everything before she went in
the office.  It wasn't ideal, but it would work.

   She opened the door to the stairwell and quickly stepped to the side of
the door.  She'd have to do this quick, before someone else came.  Reaching
under her jacket, she started to undo the clips.  Then, "Hey, why don't you
leave those right where they are," Barry said.  He was at the landing
between the first and second floors.  "You dressed that way for a reason,
so let us see the whole package and we'll make any modifications we see
fit."

   "I, uh, good morning!" Cori said brightly as Barry came down the stairs
toward her.  She laughed, "Well, these are kind of hard to walk in, see?"
She lifted her jacket so he could see how the straps connected, limiting
her stride.  "So, I just need to take them off long enough to get up the
steps.  Then, I'll put them back on."

   "No, you'll leave them on," Barry said politely but sternly.

   "What?  How did you know I had them in the first place?  How did you
know I was here?" Cori asked.

   "We watched you from the windows upstairs - it's fun to watch you walk,"
Barry said.  "And I knew about the straps because your friend called me. 
He said it would be fun to watch you walk up the stairs with those on, so I
took his advice and asked Harold to send you this way."

   "There's no carpet layers?" Cori asked, already knowing the answer.  She
laughed.  So this was how the day was going to go, huh?  Well, all right.
"OK," she said.  "I'll try."

   "Wait," Barry said, "the others are coming too." Just then she heard
them coming down the stairs - all of her co-workers were on their way,
smiling at the sight of her.  She wondered how many of them had laid awake
thinking about what they would do with her today.  Or if any of them had
fucked their girlfriends thinking about her.  It was bad of her to think
that, she knew, but also flattering to think that they might be thinking
about her even when they were with other beautiful women.

   "Never knew stairs were so exciting," Cori giggled.  "Hey, what about
other people coming up or down the stairs?"

   "Just a chance you'll have to take, I guess," Barry said.

   Cori approached the first step, started to step up, but found the strap
was just too short.  Her clit was fully extended and she still couldn't
make the step.  Looking around, she saw there was no sympathy from her
audience, no one about to let her or her clit off the hook.  So she tried
another approach, this time hopping off both feet.  She managed to land on
the step just fine, but she knew even in her excellent condition she
couldn't hop up four floors.  Plus, the bouncing motion had really caused
all her straps to stretch and tighten, putting a strain on her clit and
nipples and even her belly button.  Plus, the pussy purse dropped a couple
of inches and she was worried that too many hops would cause it to fall
out.

   "Maybe if you take off that jacket it would help," Greg offered.

   Cori knew it wouldn't, but that her ability to get up and down the
stairs had nothing to do with their desire to see her take her jacket off.
She stuffed her license and ID in the pocket and slid it off, revealing the
web of silly string and tiny skirt that constituted her outfit for the day.
Jaws dropped and heads nodded in approval.  Cori smiled.  They liked what
they saw.

   "Well, let's see if that helped," she said, shrugging her shoulders and
letting them drop.  She knew they were all anxious to watch her tits when
she jumped.

   She hopped one more step, feeling her heavy tits strain against the thin
chain and tiny strap stretched across them.  She thought of a wrecking ball
striking a telephone pole and imagined that's about what her D-cups looked
like slamming against those tiny threads of resistance.  She looked at them
all, happy to see them smiling, but she frowned and her heart ached, know
ing that she would have to tell them she couldn't do it.  The last thing
she wanted to do was disappoint them.

   "I'm so sorry guys," Cori frowned.  "I just don't think I can do it. 
I'll do my best to make it up to you, I promise."

   "You bet your sweet little cunt you will," Barry said, pretending to
upset and disappointed.  "All right fellas, looks like we're going to have
to carry her."

   "No, you can just let me unclip these and I'll be fine," Cori said. 
"You can all walk up behind me if you want." She teased, knowing guys loved
that view, looking up her skirt as she walked up the stairs.

   "Nope, the clips don't come off yet," Barry said.  "We'll carry you."

   Before Cori could protest further, Barry scooped her up in his arms. 
She still had a hold of her jacket, but Douglas took and tossed it up the
steps to the first landing.  Cori glanced nervously at the door to the
lobby, expecting it to open any time.  Many of the health-conscious
employees preferred to take the stairs to their offices, especially the
ones on the second floor.  It was just a few minutes after eight and she
knew many of the employees didn't start work until 8:30.  That meant anyone
late for an 8 a.m.  start time or early for an 8:30 start time was apt to
be coming along.  It wasn't a matter of if, but when someone would walk
through the door.

   She'd feel better when they got past the second floor, but Barry didn't
seem to be in any hurry.  He just stood there, holding her, his right arm
behind her back, his left holding her legs at the knees.  He was studying
her body up close, appreciating the design of the outfit, eyeing her tawny
skin and hard, dark nipples.  The others crowded around, too, getting an
eyeful, pointing out the unique straps and clips and barely-there outfit to
one another.  Jason lifted her skirt and they all got an unobstructed view
of her clit being stretched by the straps attached to either thigh.  They
noticed the chain coming out of her pussy and started pulling on it.  Wes
pulled it out and held up the dildo, slick with her juices.

   "Hey, give me back my purse," Cori snapped playfully.

   "Purse?" Wes asked.

   "Open it up," Cori said.

   Wes fumbled with it and realized it opened.  "I'll be damned," he said,
dumping out her lipstick, money and key into his hand.  "It really is a
purse."

   "Pussy purse," Cori corrected.  "I plan to trademark it and market it to
adult novelty stores.  This is my prototype model.  What do you think?"

   "Very nice," Douglas said.  "Gives new meaning to purse snatcher.  Get
it SNATCH-er."

   They all laughed at the juvenile play on words and Wes happily
re-inserted the dildo.  "I always put things back where I find them," he
joked, using two fingers to push the dildo as far as it would go.  Just
then, with his fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy, the door opened and two
men entered the stairwell.  They were both dressed in suits.  The first was
clean cut, dark hair, chiseled face, handsome and tall and looked to be in
his 40s.  The second was younger with sandy hair and wire-framed glasses.

   "Hey, what's going on here?" the older man asked, no doubt wondering if
he had stumbled on some sort of gang rape.

   "Hey Walt, right??" Barry said, turning to face the newcomers.  He still
held Cori in his arms and Wes' fingers made a wet, sucking sound as they
pulled out of her pussy.

   The man nodded to Barry, indicating that he had the name right, "Yeah,
and this is Nate.  We work on the third floor - Billings and Coleston
Architecture."

   "Sure," Barry said.  "See you guys all the time.  Look, can you help us
keep this quiet?"

   "Why, what are you doing to her?" Walt demanded.

   "Nothing," Barry said.  "Well, not yet anyway.  See, this is Cori and
she's our new Office Slut in Training."

   "Slut?" Walt said.

   "Yeah," Barry said.  "It's just something we're trying out.  One of our
sister companies in California has one and they say it works out great. 
See, you get a pretty coed who needs credits and experience, which she
gets. But what do you ever get?  A few papers filed, some phone calls
answered?  Hardly a fair trade.  But we realize that even if Cori isn't
ready to be an account exec for us, she has skills that are very marketable
and valuable.  Simply put, she looks amazing and sucks cock like you
wouldn't believe.  Office morale goes up, there are unbelievable perks for
good work and she can close a deal like no salesperson you ever met. 
Suddenly, she's of as much value to us as we are to her."

   "You've got to be kidding," Walt said, catching Cori's gaze, looking for
any sign that she was being held against her will.  She gave none.  "Is
this true, Miss?"

   "Yes, sir," Cori said.  "Well, except for me looking amazing.  But yeah,
it's a great opportunity, you know?  A friend of mine used to tell me that
to get ahead in this world, sometimes you had to give some time.  And I
kinda like it, anyway, so I really don't mind." She giggled like a silly
airhead for effect.

   "Well, I must say it's pretty unusual, but as long as you're OK with it,
I guess it's none of my business."

   "We should start that at our work," Nate said enthusiastically.  "I
mean, Marcia's the only woman we have and she's retiring next summer.

   "I recommend it highly," Barry said.  "But I'll warn ya, you have to be
discreet and really be careful about how you approach the girls.  Not all
of them are so gung ho, but when you find the right one, you just get a
feel for it.  We just kinda had a gut feeling about Cori."

   "Well, I don't know if it would work for us," Walt said doubtfully, "but
we won't stop your fun.  There's more people coming in, though, so you guys
might want to scoot upstairs.  Why are you carrying her, anyway?"

   "These," Jason said, snapping one of the straps from her clit to her
stockings.  "Silly slut can't seem to walk up the steps without stretching
her clit down to her knees, so we're helping her out."

   "In fact," Barry said.  "We could us a couple extra sets of hands.  We
thought we'd just form a chain and pass her up the stairs.  The more guys
we have, the less we have to run up to keep things moving.  Whaddya say?"

   Walt looked at Cori's perfectly toned body, as if weighing the options
of just going to work or taking a chance at touching her.  He looked at
Nate, who was practically drooling by this point.  Can't deny the kid a
chance, Walt thought to himself.  "Sure, we'll help.  In fact, if you want,
we can get about eight more guys from our office.  I'm sure they'd lend a
hand too."

   "That would be great," Barry said.  Nate flipped open his cell phone and
called his office.  Two minutes later, the two flights of stairs from the
first floor to the second were filled with men, two to a step.  Barry stood
at the bottom of the stairs, holding Cori, preparing to pass her off to
Walt and Nate.

   "Now, we don't need to be in a big rush," Barry said.  "Don't want to
get careless and drop her or have anyone tripping on the stairs.  Just take
your time, make sure you have a good grip on her and pass her on up the
line.  As soon as you hand her off, start making your way up and take your
place at the other end of the line."

   While the men were getting organized and Cori began to get an idea of
what they had in mind, she flashed to a story a friend of hers had told her
about.  Her friend, Trudy, had gone to a college with a great football
team. One of the student traditions was to lift other students in the air
and have them surf the crowd.  Well, invariably, petite, attractive women -
which Trudy was - would get picked up and hoisted in the air, passed row by
row to the top of the stadium.  Trudy told Cori that she always got picked
up and that the guys groped her all the way up, some being as bold as to
reach under her skirt, unsnap her bra or reach inside her blouse.  Trudy
always complained that she didn't like it, but Cori heard from her other
friends that they had actually seen Trudy asked to be picked up and that
she had even taken to going braless to the games.  Cori didn't know who was
telling the truth, but she had a feeling she was in for the same treatment
Trudy got - times 10.

   Barry handed her over to Nate and Walt, who fumbled around, not sure
where to put their hands, obviously torn between putting them where they
wanted to and where they should.  The result was Nate having one hand under
her left shoulder and the other around her torso, his fingers brushing
against the underside of her breast.  Walt had one hand on her ass cheek
and he held the other leg with a firm grip around her upper thigh.  Barry
squeezed by them, climbing the steps slowly, watching the show as he moved
up to take his place at the bottom of the second-floor landing.

   Cori was handed gently to two more of the guys from the architectural
firm and already the touching grew more brazen.  One had both hands on her
ass and the other had one arm around her waist and the other across her
chest.

   Jason and Greg were next and they showed no shyness whatsoever.  They
clawed at her tits and her pussy and squeezed her between them.  "This is a
really good handle right here, fellas," Greg announced, showing them that
he had three fingers inside her pussy while he gripped her ass with the
other hand.

   "So are these," Jason added, cupping her breasts from underneath as if
he was holding her up by those two cone-shaped handles.

   The others certainly took note that nothing was off limits and they
reached under her straps and under her skirt to squeeze, pinch and grope
all of her juiciest, firmest, hottest and most tender parts.  Fingers were
forced into her mouth for her to suck and into her pussy and even her ass.
Strong hands palmed her breasts and ass cheeks and pussy and playfully
snapped and tugged on the straps and chains and clips, watching her clit
and nipples dance and twitch like puppets on a string.

   It wasn't just one or two guys carrying her at a time anymore.  Now,
three, four, even five sets of hands were on her at once, the men crowding
around, looking, touching, reluctant to let her out of their grasp.  It was
a slow ascent, but never once did they drop her or spread her legs too far,
which would either result in a broken clasp, broken chain, torn strap or
torn stockings - and no doubt some severe pain to her clit.  Her pussy
purse was accidentally pulled out several times, and with the fight over
who got to put it back in, Cori wasn't so sure it was an accident.

   Accident or no, she didn't mind.  The strong hands and semi-public
display were turning her on.  She was making a whole bunch of guys happy at
once now and all she had to do was let them paw her.  Her clit and tits
ached, partly from being stretch and partly from desire, but her moist
pussy would answer any questions about whether she was enjoying this or
not.

   Finally, they reached the second floor and Barry was ready for his
second turn.  "Now hold on a minute, fellas," he said.  "I want to try
something.  Keep holding her up, but turn her so she's face down.  Yeah,
that's it.  OK, now hand her over here.  Cori, you're going to need to hold
that dildo inside you as tight as you can, understand?"

   He didn't wait for an answer, but grabbed onto her thin red suit in two
places - the very top of the spaghetti strap where it connected to the red
choker on the back of her neck and the other end of the strap, right before
it dipped between her ass cheeks, ending inside her pussy attached to the
dildo.  Even though the straps were thin, he knew it was strong material.
It would hold, he thought, and lifted her by the straps like he used to
toss bales of hay held together by thin strands of twine as a teenager.  He
hoisted her up, lifting her up to his waist.  Her body weight now stretched
the straps to their maximum and she felt the dildo slipping out of her
pussy.  She squeezed tighter, picturing how she must look, hanging there,
her neck and her pussy and those tiny little spaghetti straps supporting
all her weight.  The choker squeezed tighter around her neck and Barry
called for the others to help lift her back up, knowing that he couldn't
carry her like that for long.

   The train continued up the next set of stairs, moving slowly but
steadily toward the third floor.  By now, the clips connecting the thin
straps to her nipples had come undone and her breasts were fully exposed.
Wes and Douglas had a hold of her skirt and were yanking it down her legs,
dropping it over the rail and watching it fall all the way down to the
first floor.  Cori imagined someone finding it and wondering where it came
from.  They'd never guess.  She just hoped someone grabbed her jacket.

   Barry himself undid the clasps between her clit and stockings.  By the
time they reached the third floor, her stockings were torn and tattered,
her clit was free but throbbing, her nipples ached and looked like they
were ready to poke someone's eye out at any moment.  And most of all, her
pussy was an inferno of lust and molten cream, clutching to the dildo like
a child holding a teddy bear, yet furious that the damned thing wouldn't
move inside her.

   The guys must have sensed her peaking lust or maybe they had planned on
this anyway, but when they laid her on her back on the cold metal rail
along the stairs from the third floor to the fourth and then started
spreading her legs, she practically screamed for joy.  Someone pulled the
dildo out of her pussy and pushed it into her mouth.  She sucked on it,
waiting for something else to fill the void.  There were at least a dozen
hard cocks around her, surely someone would stick one in her and help put
out this fire.

   But it was fingers - not cocks - that filled her pussy next.  In her
lust-addled brain, Cori smelled a trap.  Against her wanton desire, she
spit out the dildo, kicked her legs and sat up, putting her arms out to
steady herself so she wouldn't fall off the rail.  Gently, she eased
herself down onto the stairs.

   "What are you doing?" Barry grinned.

   "A good office slut always puts her co-workers' pleasure before her own
and asks permission to cum," Cori recited the tenants they had spoken
yesterday.  She looked at them, hoping someone would step forward and fuck
her so she could cum.

   "Well, I'll be damned," Walt said.  "You've really got her trained,
don't you?  How long did that take?"

   "What's it been," Barry asked Greg, "about half a day?"

   "That's about right," Greg nodded.

   "You're kidding," Walt said.

   "Nope," Barry said.  "I think we have ourselves a naturally submissive,
eager to please, built to tease Office Slut.  Technically, she's supposed
to be "in training" for a month, but I think she'll graduate to
full-fledged Slut before then."

   "Thanks," Cori said, giggling on cue.  She knew a good office slut would
take this praise as a compliment and wanted to react accordingly.

   "You've done such a good job," Jason said, "that I'm going give you what
you want." He dropped his pants and stepped forward.  He picked her up and
lowered her onto his rigid cock.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and
arms around his neck.  "Oh, yes!" she cooed.

   Jason started bouncing her up and down on his cock, lifting her up and
down as he carried her up the flight of the steps to the landing between
the third and fourth floors.

   "Hold on a minute," Greg said, turn her this way.  Jason turned so he
was facing back down the stairs and Cori's back was to the rest of the
guys. Jason picked up the dildo, slick with her juice and spit, and mounted
the stairs.  He spread her ass cheeks and slid the pussy purse into her
ass, then reattached the clip from her neck before shoving it all the way
in.

   "Oh, that's so good," Cori moaned, feeling her ass and pussy filled. 
She was so wet, so ready.  "May I please cum?" she begged.

   "Not until your co-worker's have been satisfied first," Barry said. 
"And since they work in the same building, I think in this instance we can
consider our friends from the third floor co-workers too.  What do you say,
gentlemen, care to take a turn?"

   The next thing Cori knew, the dildo was yanked from her ass and Jason,
with his cock still hard, was handing her over to two guys from the third
floor.  They pinned her between them standing up, stuffing their cocks into
her ass and pussy.

   "Don't you dare cum yet, Cori," Barry said.

   Cori forced herself to think of other things, trying to take her mind
off the wonderful cocks churning so powerfully inside her, those big
throbbers engorged with blood, rigid with lust and bubbling over with white
hot cum.  She tried to block out the feeling, the image, the sound of balls
slapping against wet skin and the smell of cologne and spunk and sweat. 
She denied all her senses and focused solely on mind over matter.  She
thought about other things she liked besides sex.  Sports.  She thought
about signing Peggy Stimson, the young golf star, and becoming a legitimate
part of the company.  She thought about Halloween and scary movies and
parties.  She thought about home and the Body Shop.  She thought about
clothes and school.

   Different cocks kept being removed and plugged in as they all took
turns. She was certain they had all been in her ass and pussy at least once
each now, yet no one was cumming.  How could this be?  She lost all track
of time.  She had forced herself into a nearly comatose state, blocking
everything out to try to will her body to not cum until every one of these
guys - how many was it?  She counted them in her head.  Eight from the
third floor plus her five co-workers.  Thirteen.  She had to wait for
thirteen cocks to erupt.  Then and only then could she let herself go.  Oh,
what were they waiting for?  She heard their voices, but wasn't listening.
Listening meant the sound of grunts and wet, sticky flesh and moans and
slapping balls.  It meant probably dirty talk.  She imagined them calling
her slut and whore and bitch and had to stop thinking about it or she'd
cum.

   "I can't believe she hasn't cum yet," Barry said, holding his throbbing
cock while he watched two others ream her out.  Barry had urged everyone to
go as long as they could without cumming and so far everyone had managed to
pull out just in time, cooling off while they awaited another turn.  But he
knew he couldn't last much longer and neither could the others.  They had
put her to the test and she was passing with flying colors.  Finally, he
said, "Let her have it, boys."

   Cori had blocked all that out, but her mind clicked back to the present
when she felt cum shooting into her pussy.  She felt the thick shaft
spewing the gooey stuff inside her, then felt the cock in her ass
delivering a similar load.  They pulled out and she slid to the floor,
aware that two more cocks were aimed at her face.  Moments later, they had
splattered her with thick loads that left strands of white jism across the
bridge of her nose and both eyelids.  More cum followed and she quietly
counted as cocks five, six, seven and eight blasted her face.  She could
feel cum in her eyelashes, tickling the inside her nose and even dripping
off her ear lobes.  She knew some was in her hair and her tits were covered
with the stuff.  The next two loads were sprayed in her mouth and she
swallowed them accordingly.  Her body tensed.  Only three more to go. 
Then, hopefully they'd let her cum.  She arched her back and felt the
sparks still flying in an imaginary triangle from her nipples to her clit
and back again.

   Another cock was stuffed between her tits and sprayed cum right up her
nostrils, clogging them and forcing her to breath through her mouth, which
was then filled with cock number 12, a massively thick beast that she
nearly choked on before swallowing a massive load out of lust and a
desperation to clear her airway.  The last cock was in her ass, then yanked
out and pushed in her mouth.  She was aware of the oohs and ahhs from the
crowd now, no doubt excited to see a girl take a cock from her ass to her
mouth.  Watching her deep throat that cock and then swallow the load was
surely a treat too.

   Only when she was done with all thirteen did she allow her senses to
fully re-engage as she looked at her co-workers and begged them through
cum-covered eyes and with cum-covered lips, "Please, may I cum now?"

   "Please, put that poor girl out of her misery," Walt said.

   "Yep, I think it's time," Barry agreed.  He and Jason picked her up in a
seated position, each holding a leg.  With her arms around their shoulders,
she was sitting on them like a chair.  "Walt, would you do the honors?"

   Walt took the big dildo and stood in front of them.  Barry and Jason
spread her legs and Walt drove the dildo home inside her, slamming it back
and forth as fast as he could while Cori squirmed and moaned and ground her
hips, fucking that dildo for all she was worth.  She lifted herself up and
down on it while Walt held it in place.  Cori's senses were on full alert
now and she smelled the sex in the room - her juices and theirs.  She
tasted their warm semen in her mouth.  She felt the sticky stuff on her
skin and that thick dildo ramming her pussy.  She saw the men all watching
her, mesmerized and she heard them talking, using the words she had
imagined - slut, whore, cunt, bitch.  She heard them cheering her on and
she heard her pussy wetly slurping on that dildo.

   Finally, she felt her orgasm hit, heard her own muffled cries of joy,
smelled her release, tasted it in the air and saw stars as she nearly
blacked out.  Her orgasm overwhelmed her senses and soon she was cumming
again, a second, even more powerful orgasm that finally quenched her lust.

   She slumped against the wall when they sat her down and looked up at
Barry, who was smiling and shaking his head.  "Not a good way for you to
start," Barry said.

   "What do you mean?" Cori asked.  "I waited and I asked permission."

   "The first time, but you came twice, my dear," Barry scolded.  "We've
all only had the pleasure once.  You owe us.  Oh, and it's 9:15 and you
haven't even showed up for work yet.  Looks like you're going to have to
make up those hours sometime this week."

   "Yes, sir," Cori grinned.  "I've been a bad office slut, haven't I? 
Will I be punished?"

   "Oh, you can count on it," Barry grinned, slapping her ass as she walked
up the final flight of stairs on her own and finally entered the office for
the first time that day.  She was followed by 13 men, many of whom were
still zipping up their pants.  With Barry's permission, Cori made a beeline
for the restroom and cleaned up, washing the cum from her face and breasts
and doing her best to get the worst of it from her hair.  When she came
out, the architects had left, though they had promised to return at lunch
time and maybe on occasional breaks.  Cori's jacket was on her desk, but
she didn't see her skirt.

   "Anyone know where my skirt is?" she asked.  She had re-attached the
clips to her nipples and clit.  With her hair a bit tussled, fishnets torn
in several places and several red marks on her body from the grabbing and
groping, she looked disheveled and slutty, but still strikingly gorgeous.

   "I just called downstairs," Jason said.  "Someone picked it up and left
it at the guard station."

   Cori looked down at herself, seeing mostly bare tits and completely bare
pussy.  She assumed one of the guys would go get it for her and they might
let her wear the skirt for a while.  She assumed wrong.

   "Guess you better go get it," Greg said.

   "Like this?" Cori asked.

   "No, you can wear your jacket.  Oh, and you better take your purse with
you." Greg inserted the dildo back into her tender pussy and re-attached
the clip joining the end of the dildo to her neck collar.

   Cori put on the jacket and took the elevator to the lobby, happy to see
that it was vacant at the moment.  She walked carefully to Harold's desk,
taking short strides to avoid irritating her now mildly raw clit.  "Hi,"
she beamed, doing her best not to look like a girl who just got gang-banged
by 13 men, was basically naked underneath her jacket and had a dildo lodged
in her pussy.  It wasn't an easy look to pull off, but Cori's dazzling
smile and bright eyes provided at least some distraction.

   "Do you happen to have my skirt down here?" she didn't realize how silly
that would sound until she said it.  The obvious question in anyone's mind
would be, if you're not wearing your skirt, what are you wearing?  And why
did you take it off?  That's why they had wanted to send her down to get it
herself - to try to embarrass her by making her ask for her own clothes.

   "Well, I think so," Harold said, eyeing her carefully.  Cori wondered if
he would notice any of the marks.  Surely, he had to suspect something was
going on.  A girl didn't just walk in with a skirt on and then lose it in
the stairway without there being a helluva story behind it.  "Mind if I ask
how you lost it?"

   "Long story," Cori said, unable to think up a credible story off the top
of her head.  She should have thought this through before she came
downstairs.  "One of those silly things.  You wouldn't believe me if I told
you."

   "Mm-hmm," Harold said, obviously skeptical.  "Well, how do I know this
is yours?"

   "It's black right?" Cori asked.  "Pretty small."

   "Yeah," Harold said.  "Too small, I'd say, even for you.  I assumed it
was a little girl's - you know, it fell out of her mom's gym bag or
something."

   Gym bag.  Cori, kicked herself.  That could have been a credible lie -
it wasn't what she was wearing, but in a bag of clothes she planned to
change into later.  It would have worked.  No questions.  But it was too
late now.  She'd hinted at something much more with her "long story"
comment.

   Harold cocked his head and studied her.  Cori glanced away,
uncomfortable.  She felt like he was seeing right through her.

   "I think you need to try this on and make sure it's yours," he said.

   "Um, OK," Cori said.

   "You can use my office," Harold said, getting up and walking to a door a
few feet away from his lobby desk.  He opened the door and Cori shuffled
in. To her surprise, he closed the door behind them and flipped the lock.

   "Um, are you going to watch me?" she asked.

   "Unless you want to tell me the truth," he said.

   "I don't know what you mean."

   "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, but you're not getting this
back without the truth or some proof that it fits." He tossed the skirt to
her and Cori looked at him, sighed and rolled her eyes.  Here we go again,
she thought.  She started to step into the skirt, but Harold stopped her,
"Take off the jacket so I can actually see.  You are wearing underwear,
right?"

   "Well, sort of, I guess," Cori said.

   "Then it's no big deal.  Do it," Harold said.

   Cori reluctantly unzipped her jacket and slid it off, watching Harold's
eyes as she revealed herself to him.  If he was surprised or aroused or
disgusted, he didn't show it.  His stoic face revealed no emotion.  He
didn't ogle, but he also didn't turn away.  He watched her pull on the
skirt, no doubt noting that it actually hid nothing, though it did
technically fit.  He nodded as she put her jacket back on, "Well, I can see
why they don't want any visitors up there this week."

   "Um, yeah," Cori said, "it's been kind of a crazy week.  I'm sure it
will be back to normal next week when Mrs.  Benson gets back." She wasn't
so sure, of course, but she wasn't sure what Harold was going to do. 
Unlike most men, she couldn't read him.

   "I see," he said, not hiding his skepticism.  He obviously didn't buy
that there was anything normal about Cori's job.  Then he leaned forward,
looking directly into her eyes.  "Now, listen to me.  I may be just a
security guard, but I've been around a little.  I know what's what.  I know
you don't trust me yet, but I want you to know you can.  If you're doing
whatever you're doing of your own accord, that's fine.  None of my business
how you live your life or get ahead.  But if you're being forced to do
something, you can tell me.  If they threatened you or told you not to
tell, don't worry, I won't make a move and tip your hand until the time is
right.  But I'm on your side and you can trust me.  I won't let anyone harm
you if you give me the sign.  Understood?"

   "Yes," Cori said.  His steely blue eyes reflected a man who had seen a
lot - not all of it pleasant - and she still couldn't read his emotion or
what he was thinking, but his unwavering gaze and his calm, strong voice
gave her the sense that he was a man she could truly trust.  "Thank you. 
Everything's fine right now.  But if it's not, how can you guarantee my
safety?"

   "Why, because I'm a rent-a-cop?" he chuckled.  "Well, let's just say I
used to be a lot more than that.  I was in the Marines, then I worked SWAT
for 10 years.  Hurt my knee in a training drill and that was that.  They
offered me a desk job, but I took early retirement and this job.  I can't
run any marathons any more, but I still know how to spot trouble and how to
deal with it and I have friends who can do any muscle work, if you know
what I mean."

   "I see," Cori said.  "That's very good to know.  As you can imagine, a
girl can never have too many people watching her back."

   "When you walk through here, everyone watches your back," Harold
chuckled.  "Even me.  You're a beautiful young lady.  That can be a
blessing or a curse.  Some appreciate beauty, some try to control it or
even abuse it."

   "I know that's true," Cori nodded.  "It's a thin line sometimes, too. 
I..." she stopped before she told him everything, surprised that she had
come so close.  She was ready to give him her life story and ask for his
advice after only 10 minutes in a closed room.  Was he that convincing as a
trustworthy guy or was she just that desperate to find someone to feel safe
with, to trust?

   "Can you wink?" Harold broke the awkward silence, grinning at her for
the first time.

   "Um, yeah," Cori said, winking her left eye, then her right, giggling
self-consciously.

   "I can see you're not going to say anything today and that's fine, but
if things ever get hairy, you just give me two winks with either eye.  And
if you're upstairs and things don't feel right in the office, just pick up
the phone, dial 21 and just say `Hey, is Mr.  Green down there?' It will
seem like you're checking on a client's arrival, but I'll know.  I'll play
it cool, no violence or big scenes unless it's necessary.  But I'll take
care of you.  Got it?"

   "Yes," she said.  "Thank you so much.  I really appreciate it.  I have a
friend who really watches my back at home.  He's terrific.  But I can't
tell you how much safer I feel already knowing you're on my side here."

   "No problem.  Now, you better get back up there.  I imagine they'll be
waiting for you."

   Cori gave him a quick hug and left, shuffling back to the elevator,
happy that no one joined her for her return trip up to the fourth floor.

   When she got off the elevator, Douglas greeted her by the reception
desk, reaching for her jacket.  "What's the matter, didn't want to try the
steps again?" he joked a bit crudely, but Cori laughed anyway, taking off
her jacket and handing it to him.  "Probably a good idea - I heard they
were a bit slippery anyway.  Something about some sort of liquid spilled
all over."

   They both laughed and went into the office, where all of the guys were
at their desks, actually working.  They were making calls, checking emails,
like a normal work day.  Obviously, the previous gang bang had taken the
edge off a bit and they were able to focus on their jobs, at least for a
little while.  When Douglas led her to her desk and said that he'd help her
"get hooked up," though, she figured something was up.  They weren't about
to let their new Office Slut actually work or relax for a while.

   "OK," Douglas said.  "Before you sit down, I'm going to unsnap some of
your clips.  He unclipped the suit from her breasts and the stockings from
her clit.  He even removed her pussy purse and took her suit all the way
off, leaving the black skirt on.  He bent down and ripped off the last of
her tattered stockings, leaving her only in the skirt and heels.

   "Thank you," Cori said, knowing that it sounded odd to be thanking
someone for taking her clothes off, but the relief on her engorged clit and
nipples was welcomed however it was achieved.

   "You're welcome," he said.  "Now, I need to put this in you.  I'm sure
you'll find it more comfortable than that chain and dildo." He held up a
small silver circle that looked like a watch battery or some sort of
computer chip.  It was mounted on a small piece of curved plastic with a
snap on the end of it.  "I have to attach it to your clit ring to keep it
in place and to enable us to pull it out easily, but it won't pull much if
at all, OK?"

   "OK," Cori said, game for whatever they had in mind.  She had started
the day ready to perform, had done so and now had the reassurance that
Harold was a simple phone call away.  As long as I'm safe, let the boys
play, she reminded herself.

   Douglas snapped the end of the plastic piece to her clit and Cori
realized that the bend of the plastic was specifically designed to curve
the other end of the device with the circular chip right between her pussy
lips.  Sure enough, Douglas pushed the chip just inside her pussy, pressing
it against the inside, close to her G spot.

   "Now, as long as you're seated, that shouldn't move much, but when
you're up, moving around, that clip will help hold it in place.  The
plastic is strong enough that the sensor is basically mounted on a post."

   "OK," Cori said.  "What's the sensor for?"

   "You'll see," Douglas smiled.  "Now, if you'll have a seat, please."

   Cori sat in her comfortable leather chair, surprised to see that, in
this seated position, her skirt actually covered most of her pussy. 
Douglas showed her a pretty red scarf that would have gone well with her
outfit and wrapped it loosely around her neck, then looped it around the
height adjust knob on the back of the chair.  "A good Office Slut maintains
good posture," he said.  "As part of your training, this will help.  In
time, head back, chest out, stomach in will become automatic whether you're
standing, sitting or whatever."

   Cori tested her range of motion and found that she had very little.  She
could lean her head forward just enough to look at her computer screen and
desktop, but she only had an inch or two to work with, though she could
turn her head fully to each side.  It didn't hurt at all, but this would be
uncomfortable for a long stretch of time.  She had a feeling Douglas wasn't
done, and he wasn't.

   "A good slut remains, um, ready at all times and stays at her desk until
summoned elsewhere," Douglas said.  "To help you stay put and remain ready,
we're going to give you these." He held up two separate chains that each
looked to be about two feet long.  They were both gold and small - about
the diameter of a woman's necklace.  She noticed two hooks had been mounted
to the top edges of her computer and understood what was coming.  Douglas
attached one end of each chain to the hooks on the top two corners of her
computer screen and attached the other ends to her nipple rings.  The
chains were pretty taut, but there was a small amount of slack - until
Douglas pushed her chair back and locked the wheels in place.  Now, the
chains were taut and her nipples were fully extended once more.  Plus,
since the top of the computer monitor was a bit above her chest, her
nipples were now angled upward at about a 30 degree angle.

   It didn't hurt, but Cori wished she could ease the tension on her
nipples by sliding forward a few inches.  But with the wheels locked, the
chair wouldn't budge and her neck restraint wouldn't allow her to lean
forward.

   "Looking good," Douglas said.  "Feel OK?"

   "Yeah," Cori said.  "It's fine.  Thank you."

   "Good.  Now, you know a good office slut is always available, so we've
got to spread those pretty legs, don't we?"

   "Of course," Cori smiled, parting her thighs.  Douglas knelt down and
pulled her left leg out to the left a couple feet until he was able to tie
a ribbon around her ankle strap and the leg of the desk.  He did the same
with the right leg.  Her stilettos were still flat on the floor, but her
legs were now spread wide and her pussy in full view.  Her movement was
very limited and it was clear they wanted her that way.  She didn't put up
a fuss because she suspected it wouldn't be long before they'd untie her in
order to fuck her again.  This was just a case of her co-workers having fun
with their new sex toy.

   "It's going to be hard to work like this," Cori grinned.  She reached
out and could just touch the keyboard and her phone was completely out of
reach.  Douglas moved it to the edge of the desk where she could reach it.
"Would you mind answering this today?  I've got a ton of paperwork to catch
up on."

   "Of course," Cori said, happy to help with any sort of real work.

   "Thanks," Douglas grinned.  "I better get back to my desk.  Don't go
away!" They both laughed at his little joke and Cori sat, looking around,
wondering if the others were going to come take a look.  To her surprise,
they didn't.  They glanced her way, sure, but they kept working, content to
let her be eye-candy for the time being.

   She forgot about the sensor in her pussy until it started to buzz. 
Douglas had known what he was doing, managing to put it right on her G
spot. She felt the pleasurable surge course through her and her pussy begin
to respond almost immediately.  The phone rang and Cori reached to pick it
up, but no one was on the other end.  She hung it up and enjoyed the
buzzing in her pussy.  If this was their idea of punishing her for cumming
twice earlier, punish me all day, Cori thought to herself.  Then, just as
abruptly as it started, the buzzing stopped.  Cori was disappointed, but
thought little of it.  Probably a short in the stupid thing.  Otherwise, it
would have started sooner, right?  Should she tell Douglas the vibrator
didn't work?  No, best just to leave it be, she thought.

   She managed to open her email and was about to respond to a question
about how things were going from Ty when the buzzing started again.  She
wanted to shift her hips, but her restraints made it tough and she was
afraid movement might cause it to short out again.  She held still, letting
the naughty little buzzer ignite her pussy.  The phone rang again and she
answered it, pausing before she spoke, aware that she was breathing a
little heavy.

   "Good morning, Benson Sports Marketing," she said cheerily, her chipper
voice buoyed by an increasingly happy pussy.  "How may I help you?" The
buzzing stopped and she took a message for Ted and hung up, wriggling her
hips as much as she could now, trying to get that darn vibrator to start
back up.  She looked around at the guys, wondering if they were controlling
it remotely somehow, but if anyone was doing it, they had a great poker
face.  Plus, she assumed they thought the little thing was buzzing all the
time.  Maybe she'd tell them if any of them ever came over to talk to her.

   She went back to her email, occasionally shifting to try to re-start her
joyride, but nothing happened and she wondered if the battery was
completely dead.  A half hour passed with no buzzing, no visits from her
co-workers, no phone calls.  Her back was getting tired and her nipples
were tingly and nearly numb from the extensive over-stimulation already
today.  She was thirsty and tried to make eye contact with one of her
co-workers, who maddeningly continued to ignore her.  She knew it was a
game and they wouldn't hold back for long, but she really did want to get
something to drink, walk around and talk to someone.  At least if the phone
would ring, there would be something...

   The buzzing started again, surprising Cori so much she jerked in her
seat, small jolts of pain running through her breasts as the chains pulled
tight.  She sat still and pain melted quickly, replaced by the soothing
warmth of a pulsing pussy.  The phone rang again and she picked it up, but
there was another hang up.  Fine, she thought, just let me focus on this...

   It stopped again and she slammed the phone in the receiver harder than
she intended.  Frustration was setting in.  Nothing she wanted was in her
reach - a drink, a way to get up, a friend to talk to or a damn battery to
make this vibrator work.  Any of these things would have calmed her.  Being
denied all four was frustrating.  What kind of stupid vibrator was that
anyway?  Always shorting out.  Cheap piece of....

   Then it hit her.  The phone.  It always rang when it was buzzing.  But
the buzzing started first, right?  And she was sure the phone had stopped
ringing several seconds before the buzzing stopped.  Must be coincidence,
she thought.  Still, she looked at her co-workers suspiciously, noticing
Douglas pick up the phone.  Seconds later, her pussy buzzed, followed
quickly by the phone ringing.  She picked up, Douglas hung up, her pussy
still buzzed for about 10 more seconds, then it stopped too.

   That's it, she thought.  When the phone rings, it makes the vibrator
start.  The vibrator probably receives the signal instantly and that's why
it feels like it's buzzing before the phone rings.  Then, it must be on
some delay - about 10 seconds or so after the phone stops ringing - before
it does.  Well, the only questions now were, how long would they torment
her like this and would they ultimately allow her to cum or not?  And if
they did, how long would that damn phone have to be ringing?

   This, she realized, must be the punishment for her crime of cumming
without permission.  They bound her and now were tormenting and teasing her
in far worse and more maddening ways than she ever did to any man with her
tantalizing outfits.  She had been afraid they were going to spank her or
something, but knew Harris wouldn't appreciate any lasting marks on her and
was glad they hadn't gone that route.  Still, it might be better than this,
which was driving her crazy.

   She picked up the phone and called Douglas.  "Yes," he said.  "Do you
need something?"

   "Yes, sir," she said, playing subservient role to let him know she knew
her place.  "I was wondering if I might please be able to get up and get a
drink of water?"

   "I'm afraid I can't let you up, but I'll bring you a drink," Douglas
said.  "How about some coffee?"

   "Sounds good," Cori said, thinking that the hot beverage would help take
off the chill - it was a little cool in here with almost nothing on. 
"Thank you, sir."

   Douglas came in a few minutes later carrying a cup of coffee.  "Cream?"
he asked.

   "Yes, please," she said, unwillingly stepping into his trap.

   "OK," he unzipped his fly and presented his cock to her.

   "Got me on that one, didn't you?" she said.  "Mmm, but that's the best
kind of cream there is.  Sure you didn't run out earlier this morning?"

   "Never," Douglas said.  "But I might need some help getting it for you.
Can you lend a hand?"

   "Sure," Cori said.  Douglas handed her bottle of lotion and Cori dumped
out a generous portion while he unclipped her right breast and stepped over
her right leg.  He now stood between her chair and the desk.  Her left
nipple was still pulled taut by the chain and her right nipple was at the
mercy of his hand, which held that chain and could yank it at anytime.  She
reached for him and took his cock in her hands, gently stroking him while
he caressed her breasts.

   "I forgot to ask, how was your trip downstairs," he asked.

   "Good," Cori said, looking up at the most handsome of the men she worked
with.  She'd had sex with plenty of unattractive men before, but Douglas
certainly wasn't one of them.  Douglas was very good-looking and it wasn't
hard for her to want to please him or be excited about simply touching his
cock, which was impressive both in terms of size and firmness.  He was
steely hard and she wanted to taste him.  She knew she had yesterday and
this morning, but the group settings and frantic groping had made it hard
for her to focus on who's cock was who's.  But right now, Douglas' was the
only one in her sight and she was very drawn to it - it felt so hard in her
hands and she loved touching that rubbery mushroom head.  It was big, but
not too big and she wanted to feel it on her tongue or, better yet, in her
pussy.

   "Harold's very nice," she added, remembering that she hadn't really
answered her question about going downstairs.

   "Do you think he suspected anything?"

   "Nah," Cori lied.  Douglas seemed OK, but best not to let him or anyone
know that Harold was looking out for her.  If they did have ulterior
motives and knew Harold was on her side, it would be much easier for them
to plan around him.  "I mean, I'm sure he wondered why I didn't have a
skirt, but I told him I dropped it out of my gym bag.  He was busy, so I
don't think he thought much about it."

   He unclipped her other breast and she thought he was going to get her up
and fuck her.  She hoped so.  But no, he wrapped both nipple chains around
his fists, stepped forward and tucked his cock between her breasts.  She
dumped more lotion on her breasts and his cock and he squeezed between
them, sliding his cock up toward her chin while pressing hard on the
outsides of her breasts, wrapping his cock in firm, warm tit meat. 
Normally, she would have bent her head to kiss and lick the head, but her
neck restraint prevented her.  He continued titty fucking her for a few
minutes, then stepped back and gave her the cup of coffee.  Then, aiming
carefully, he gave her not one but three full shots of cream.  Cori used
the stir stick to mix it in, noting the bit of creamy foam that surfaced.

   "Thanks for the coffee and cream," she smiled, sipping it slowly,
watching him watch her drink his cum.  "I could get addicted to this
stuff."

   "Coffee or cum?" he asked.

   "Yes," she smiled, licking a bit of the "cream" off her upper lip.  "Get
everyone to chip in tomorrow and I'll drink a pot of this stuff." She
giggled and Douglas told her that might be possible.

   Her pussy buzzed suddenly and Cori jerked, spilling some of the coffee
on her right nipple.  Luckily, it had cooled considerably while Douglas had
tit-fucked her and it actually felt warm and pleasant on her skin.  She
reached for the phone even before it started ringing.  It was another hang
up and she looked around, catching Jason setting his phone down.

   "You're on to us, huh?" Douglas grinned.  "Smart girl."

   "You guys are driving me crazy," Cori admitted.  "At first I thought it
had a short in it or something, but I finally figured it out.  Just let it
ring for about 15 minutes, please!" She laughed and Douglas did too.

   "You're already one cum ahead of everyone - except me now," he said. 
"So unless you want even more trouble, you better keep your little cunt
cool.  If that thing overheats again and you cum without permission ... 
well, that's bad news for an Office Slut who's still in training."

   He smiled and Cori knew - or at least thought she knew - he was kidding.
But she'd been in plenty of situations where she thought she knew and had
been wrong.  A horny man was easy to predict in one way - he was thinking
of pussy and nothing else - but impossible in others, because some of them
lost all rationality when their cocks got hard.  Even the most normal,
calm, decent guys could become unpredictable lunatics.  What started out as
a joke about punishment could very easily become real if she wasn't
careful. She had to watch for warning signs and keep things loose - be
playful but submissive, she reminded herself.  The way they had been
playing with her bonds and rings made it clear they wanted her to be
subservient and sexy.  It was her intention to give them exactly what they
wanted.  She was glad they didn't want her to resist - that could be fun at
times, but also dangerous.  Playing like a helpless victim could turn to
reality in a flash in the hands of a guy whose line between fantasy and
reality became blurred by lusty eyes.  The combination of faux innocence,
sexy tease and happy submissive was much safer to play and so far that was
the role she was in.

   "Are you good at multi-tasking?" Greg asked, coming out of his office
and approaching them.  "A good office slut is good at multi-tasking."

   "I guess so," Cori said.  "What do you need me to do?"

   "I need these letters typed into Word documents," he said, handing her a
stack of papers.  "Can you do that and still answer the phones and look
hot?"

   "I think so," Cori said.  "I'm not sure about looking hot, but the
typing and phone I can definitely do."

   "Can you do it bent over with a cock in your cunt?" he asked, untying
her from the chair and unzipping his pants.

   "Of course," Cori said.  "Anything you need, sir."

   Cori put her hands shoulder-width apart on her desk and bent over at the
waist, spreading her legs.  The stocky man pulled the little vibrator out
of her pussy and set it on her back while he stepped forward and entered
her slowly and steadily.  Thanks to the vibrator, Cori - as usual - was wet
and warm and her pussy gave his cock a tight but welcome reception.  She
kept her legs straight, knees locked, feet firmly planted, her weight
resting on her elbows and hands.

   She felt him removed the vibrator from her back and then felt him
leaning forward over her, filling his hands with her tits.  She could feel
the metallic button in his hands and knew what was coming next.  Her left
nipple started vibrating, her entire breast jiggling from the small but
powerful device.  The phone rang.  Douglas was calling the office line from
his cell phone.  No one picked it up and it rang seven times before finally
defaulting to the company voice mail.  But the buzzing on her nipple never
stopped and Cori realized that Wes had called on his phone and she saw
Douglas hitting redial.  Greg kept fucking while he shifted the buzzer from
one nipple to the other, then put it on her ass cheeks, then finally
pressed it against her clit.

   He was fucking her hard now with short, powerful thrusts that nearly
knocked her off balance.  His cock felt great.  The vibrator felt great and
she was trembling as she struggled to maintain her composure, needing to
keep her legs straight and stay balanced even as he pounded her harder. 
Just as he was nearing his climax and she hers, the phones stopped ringing.
She almost swore, but caught herself and kept rocking against him, but then
he pulled out.  He held the little vibrator against the underside of his
cock and pushed both inside her, pressing the vibrator between her pussy
and the underside of his cock.  Then he started again.  Cori looked around
to see if anyone would call, give both of them a nice nudge toward climax.
But no one did.

   Then, they both felt the buzzing.  Cori looked around, but no one was
calling from within the office.  The phone rang.  Cori was panting now,
nearing her climax.  She didn't want to answer the phone because she didn't
want the vibrator to stop and she didn't want to try to talk right now. 
"Answer it," Barry said flatly.

   Cori tried to steady her breathing, then reached for the phone.  "Benson
Sp...ugh...Sports Marketing," she gasped in the middle as Greg gave her a
particularly hard thrust.  The vibrating stopped.  "How may I help you?"

   "I need to speak to Greg, please," the man's voice on the other end
said.

   "Uh ...  oh," Cori grunted.  Jason and Barry were now rubbing her
breasts, no doubt enjoying her struggle to maintain her composure.  "Um,
I'm sorry, sir, but he's in the middle of something at the moment.  May I
take a message for him?"

   "Do you have any idea how long he'll be?"

   "It feels, um, I mean looks like he's almost done," Cori gasped.  She
had indeed felt Greg stiffen inside her, his balls drawing up tight, his
mushroom head flexing as it prepared to launch.  "Can I have him call you
back?"

   "Sure, please have him call ..." just as Cori started to write down the
man's name and number, Greg pulled out.  Distracted by the call, Cori's
orgasm had been derailed, but Greg finished strong, spraying a wide load
across her ass and lower back.  On cue, Cori said, "Oh sir, he just
finished.  If you'll hold, he'll be right with you."

   Greg moved to her desk, taking the phone from her while motioning for
her to suck him clean.  "Yes, this is Greg," he said.  "Sorry for the wait.
What's that?  Yes, she's our new Office Slu....  I mean intern.  Yeah,
she's as pretty as she sounds.  She's actually doing a job for me right
now."

   Cori sucked on his cock head, extracting a few more precious drops of
cum, which she happily swallowed for him.  Then she pressed his cock up
towards his belly and licked the underside, wondering what had happened to
the vibrator.  Greg hung up the phone and her pussy buzzed - question
answered.  It was still inside her.  Though now that it wasn't connected to
her clit, it was much deeper than before.  It felt good, but not as
powerful as it had closer to her G spot.  She wasn't worried about getting
it out.  She had a feeling any of her co-workers would be happy to retrieve
it for her.

   Barry answered the phone and, as much fun as she was having, she still
wasn't disappointed to hear that the architects weren't going to be able to
make it for lunch after all.  Barry invited them to the Halloween party and
hung up.  "Looks like it's just you and us for the rest of the day," he
said.  "Wore those architects out.  He's right, they couldn't handle a girl
like you all day everyday.  Now me, on the other hand..."

   "How may I please you, sir?" was all Cori asked.

   "I think she's learning, fellas," Barry grinned.  "Come on, let's go to
lunch.  My treat."

   They all started for the door, but Cori hesitated.  "Um, I need to clean
up first," she said.  "And, well, what am I supposed to wear.  I mean, we
talked about discretion, right?"

   "You think you were discreet this morning?" Barry chuckled.  "Come on,
everyone knows the deal.  But look, if it makes you feel better, I can
assure you no one will think twice about your attire.  Go clean up and put
on your jacket."

   Cori went to the restroom and washed the remnants of cum from her body,
removed the little buzzer from her pussy and touched up her hair and makeup
as best she could.  So, she would going out in heels, a skirt that might as
well not be there and a jacket that clung to her like Saran wrap and
offered precious little coverage - and was only a quick zipper tug away
from being removed.  She had been in public in that little or less before,
so that part wasn't so bad.  It was just the idea that she had more on the
line now - her job, her scholarship, Harris' job, even Ty's job.  If the
wrong person saw her, it could all be gone.  And these selfish pricks were
putting that all at risk.  No use trying to blackmail them.  Clearly, they
had less fear about losing their jobs or girlfriends than she had expected.
Or they had just lost their common sense.  Either way, there was no way
around this lunch trip.  She'd just have to hope Barry was right.

   From his comments, Cori suspected they were heading to a strip club and
that was indeed the case.  There was one on the other side of town that had
a free lunch buffet.  Cori liked the idea of it being on the other side of
town and her hopes rose that no one would put two and two together.

   "I'll drive," Barry said.  "If someone's willing to let Cori sit on
their lap, we can all ride in one car."

   Everyone laughed, knowing that all five of them were more than happy to
hold their plaything on their lap.  They took the elevator down and Barry
put his arm around her waist, leading her out through the lobby.  He
squeezed her waist, causing her jacket to ride up a bit and Cori felt the
bottom edge hugging her ass and knew that at least a third of her cheeks
were exposed.  A few heads turned in the lobby, including Harold's.  She
gave him a smile, but no winks, and avoided eye contact with the others,
though she heard a few comments and whispers and chuckles that she was
certain were in regard to her.

   It was raining outside, harder than in the morning, and Barry said, "Why
don't you stay here, Cori, and I'll pick you up"

   "Oh thank you," Cori said, pleased by his gentlemanly offer.  Her smile
turned to a frown, however, when all five guys walked across the parking
lot, leaving her standing alone outside the glass doors to the building.

   She knew anyone in the lobby could see her, plain as day and started to
tug her jacket down as discreetly as she could, but Barry turned and yelled
back, "Don't touch it, Cori." She knew what he meant and stopped, clasping
her hands together in front of her.  She couldn't move away from the front
windows without standing in the rain.  The guys walked slowly - on purpose
she was sure - and she sensed movement behind her, inside the building. 
She didn't want to look.  She kept her eyes down, not looking at the people
who gawked at her as they entered and left the building.

   It was chilly and damp out and her legs and ass cheeks were cold.  The
thin jacket offered little warmth and her nipples were rigid from the cold.
She stood with her heels together, hugging herself, waiting for the car
that finally came.  She jumped to the door as Douglas opened it.  Barry was
driving and Greg was in the passenger seat.  Wes, Jason and Douglas were in
the back seat, grinning.  Obviously they had enjoyed watching her be put on
display and were no doubt looking forward to a long car ride.

   "It might be easiest if you just lay down across us," Douglas said,
patting his lap.  Cori considered this and realized that in order to do so,
she'd have to bend over at the waist, lean in and then slide onto their
laps.  This would completely expose her ass and pussy for several seconds.
She glanced behind her, not surprised to see about a dozen men in the
window in the lobby, all staring right at her.  Well, two ways to approach
it, she thought.

   She gave them a big smile, blew them and kiss and bent over, taking her
time, giving them the show that they no doubt would be high-fiving each
other over all afternoon.  Douglas grabbed her jacket zipper and slid it
all the way down, pushing the jacket down her arms and off her back as she
slid across their laps.  Douglas closed the door and pulled Cori onto his
lap.  He pressed the button, lowering his window and pushed her toward the
door.  "Show them," he said.  Cori cupped her breasts and held them out the
window, pointing her tits right at the crowd of onlookers in the lobby. 
Finally, Barry pulled away, Douglas tossed the jacket out the window and
Wes and Jason pulled her down across their laps.

   "Hey, my jacket," Cori protested.

   "Don't worry," Douglas laughed.  "I'm sure someone will turn it in to
lost and found - half the building saw me throw it out.  They'll probably
be lined up fighting for the chance to give it back to you when we get
back."

   "Returning valuable property usually comes with a reward," Barry said.
"What do you have to offer a gentlemen doing such a kind and noble deed,
dear Cori?"

   "I'll think of something," Cori laughed, partly because it was so absurd
the situations they kept putting her in and partly because her three
co-workers were tickling her.  Their prying fingers dug under her armpits,
inside her thighs, on her belly and behind her knees.  Douglas pulled her
heels off and tickled her feet.  Cori squirmed and twisted, giggling and
laughing at their childish attack on her.  But as her breasts and ass and
thighs rolled across their bodies, she felt their cocks hardening, poking
at her through their trousers.  Amidst the laughter in the car - they were
all having a blast - she heard zippers and soon she felt the smooth flesh
of hard penises against her skin as she wriggled in their laps.

   As their cocks grew harder and she felt the sticky precum begin to seep
out, the tickling slowed and they began caressing her body, stroking her
thighs, lightly rubbing her pussy, teasing their fingertips across her
nipples.  After the intense tickle session, this soft, gentle treatment
felt especially good and Cori nestled her body into their laps, finding
comfort against their warm bodies.

   She looked at the men above her.  Her feet were on Douglas' lap and he
was stroking her legs while he put his handsome cock between her feet.  She
found herself drawn to his stunning good looks once again, thinking that he
could be a model.  His girlfriend was gorgeous too and she felt more than a
pang of guilt about her involvement in the infidelity of these men.  She
wasn't sure there was much she could have done differently, but being a
home wrecker or mistress was completely distasteful to her.  She had no
desire to hurt another woman or ruin a relationship.

   Jason was in the middle seat and he was stroking her belly and thighs
and pussy.  His cock was tucked between her thighs, the shaft barely
brushing against her pussy lips.  He was above average looking, tall and
slender with an athletic build and confident smile.  He was the most cocky
of the group.  By contrast, Wes was the least confident and probably the
least attractive, though certainly not ugly.  He was kind of pale and
lacked the muscle tone his co-workers had.  He was shy, too, and Cori noted
that the others seemed to look down on him a bit.  But he was stroking her
hair and gently squeezing her breasts while his cock rested against her
shoulder.  She looked up at him and was caught off guard by his blue eyes
gazing at her in a dreamy way she wasn't accustomed to seeing from men. 
She smiled at him and he smiled back, a warm, genuine smile and for an
instant there was a connection between just the two of them.

   The moment was interrupted by Barry's loud voice announcing they were
almost there, but Cori blinked, wondering what that odd look between her
and Wes was about.  For that brief moment, she had felt like a schoolgirl
gazing into her boyfriend's eyes at prom.  It felt sweet and innocent, two
things she hadn't felt with a man in a long time.  Odd time to feel it,
too, she thought sarcastically, considering you just had a gang bang with
13 mean, showed your pussy to half the building and are now naked in a car
with five men.

   Still, there was no denying something had just happened.  Cori turned
her head toward his body, his cock now slipping off her should and touching
her cheek.  She looked up at him, hoping for another good look at those
pretty eyes, but he turned her head a little further and pressed the head
of his cock against her lips.  Still not taking her eyes off his, she
sucked on his swollen head.  He looked at her with what she would have
sworn was love - not lust - in his eyes and she twirled her tongue around
his shaft, wishing she could ask him if he was really thinking what his
eyes were saying.

   "This must be about the best day of your life," Jason said to Wes, again
breaking their gaze.

   "What do you mean?" Wes asked.

   "Well, a blowjob and a good fuck - how long's it been since you had both
of those in one day?"

   "Not every day," Wes admitted.

   "Hah!" Jason smirked.  "We know that.  I mean, no offense, but you're
not exactly a ladies man."

   Cori's anger burned inside of her.  Who did these guys think they were?
They were no better than Wes, that's for sure.  At least he wasn't cheating
on anyone.  She hated to see anyone picked on or belittled.  Nothing worse
than a bully, she thought.  Trying to tell Wes that she didn't agree with
them, she sucked him harder, stuffing his cock into her cheek and running
her tongue all along his shaft.  She caught his gaze and tried to smile
with her eyes.  She gave him a long, slow blink, then winked, trying to
communicate with him anyway she could.  He smiled back, then pulled his
cock out of her mouth.  She turned her head, reaching for it again, drawing
a laugh from Jason.

   "Hungry, huh bitch?" he taunted.  "Well, we're here, so you can stop
eating cock for a couple minutes and get some food."

   Cori had been so lost in her concern for Wes that she hadn't realized
they had stopped.  With her jacket back in the office parking lot, she had
no choice but to get out of the car and cover her chest with her arms. 
Fortunately, the lot was nearly empty and Barry had been kind enough to
park right next to the front door.  She hurried inside and was greeted by a
pretty girl with dark hair and pair of big fake boobs.  "Starting the
audition a bit early, aren't you?" she smirked.

   "Yeah, long story," Cori laughed.

   "We're here for the buffet," Barry said.  "Can we sit anywhere?"

   "Yes, sir," the girl said.

   "Got any girls dancing today?" Jason asked.  He had been worried that,
between the early time of day and sparse number of cars, the club wouldn't
have anyone dancing.

   "Yes, sir.  We have three dancers here right now.  As you can see, it's
not busy yet, so if you want any table or couch dances, we can do
two-for-one.  It gets busier, though, and we'll have to charge you full."

   "Got it," Barry said.  Cori was standing next to Wes and considered
reaching out to hold his hand, but Barry took her by the hand and led her
into the dark club with its flashing lights and thumping music.  There were
only two other patrons, sitting on opposite sides of the stage watching a
long-legged beauty perform acrobatic tricks on the pole, their dollar bills
out, ready to thank her for the show.

   Cori thought about Club Cori at home and how similar it was to this. 
And wondered if she'd be dancing like that for Ty and Harris tonight.  She
watched the girl closely, admiring her ability, trying to pick up some new
moves.

   The guys pulled together two small tables in one of the dark recesses of
the club.  They all filled their plates with the pedestrian offering of
chicken strips, pasta, grilled chicken and vegetables that populated the
buffet.  Gourmet dining it wasn't, but Cori knew they weren't here for the
food.  This was one place they could bring her and keep her naked.  They
could probably get away with touching her, playing with her, might even
make her dance.  She ate quickly, certain that once whatever game they had
in mind started, she wouldn't get another chance to eat.

   She had nearly finished her plate of pasta and fruit when the
long-legged dancer who had been on stage when they first arrived came over
to their table.  The guys had all detoured from the buffet table long
enough to tip her and she was coming over no doubt to thank them and see if
they might be interested in spending any more money on her.

   "Hey guys," she said.  "How's the lunch today?"

   "Good," Barry said.  "Care to join us?  I'd be happy to buy you a
drink."

   Cori had been seated between Barry and Wes, but when the stripper moved
to take a seat, Barry slid his chair over close to her.  Cori took
advantage of the chance to slide a bit closer to Wes, who casually put his
hand on her thigh.

   "I'm Peaches," the girl said, quickly adding with a smile, "and no,
that's not my real name." She was not just sexy, but downright pretty, Cori
realized as she saw her up close.  She looked young, probably a college
student and had light brown hair down past her shoulders.  She was tall and
lean with store-bought tits and legs that couldn't be faked.  She would
have been gorgeous with average tits, Cori thought, but she knew the
pressure many women felt to go big, especially in stripper world.  Her
surgeon had done a fantastic job of supplying her with an huge cone-shaped
set that were made all the more noticeable by her otherwise slender build.
At least a third of her weight had to be in her tits, Cori mused.  Peaches
made eye contact with Cori, "You're a hottie.  You should be up there
dancing.  You'd make a fortune in here."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "I'm sure you do too.  Guys must love you." She
noticed with no jealousy but more than a little disgust that Barry had his
hand on Peaches' thigh.  With no crowd to speak of and very little concern
over an invasion by the cops, the bouncer was keeping a low profile and
almost certainly would be lenient on the no-touching policy Initially, she
had thought he was a nice guy, but he was turning out to be a sleaze.  She
felt bad for his fiancée.

   They talked for a few minutes while the guys finished their lunch and
Peaches sipped her watered down drink.  "So, you guys want a table dance or
anything?" Peaches asked.

   "Actually," Barry said.  "How about a lap dance?"

   "Sure," Peaches said.  "They're two-for-one." She got up and took
Barry's hand, intending to lead him into the back room where the more
intimate dances took place in relative privacy, though under the watchful
eye of a bouncer.

   "How about if we all go and just have a little party back there?" Barry
asked.

   "OK by me," Peaches said, no doubt thinking a big payday might have just
hit, a rarity for this time of day.  "Let me get the manager and make sure
he's cool." She went back into the dressing area and returned moments later
with a heavyset man wearing a sport coat, his graying hair slicked back.

   "This is Mort, the owner here," Peaches said.

   "Hey guys ...  and lovely young lady," Mort said, nodding to them, his
eyes lingering on Cori's breasts.  "Miss Peaches said you fellas are
interested in a private party?"

   "Yeah, you know, we just thought maybe we could all go back in the VIP
room, hang out, have a few drinks, do a little dancing, you know, have some
fun," Barry said.  He didn't wait for Mort to name a price, but handed him
a stack of bills.  "I was thinking Peaches and maybe one of your other
girls could join us for say, an hour or so.  We'd pay them each the same as
what I just gave you."

   Peaches couldn't tell how much money was there, but she saw a couple of
hundred dollar bills and knew this was legitimate cash these folks were
offering.  Of course, with serious cash would come serious expectations,
but probably nothing she hadn't delivered before.  She caught Mort's eye
and nodded, letting him know it was OK with her.

   "Go ahead," Mort said.  "What Peaches says, goes.  She says stop, you
stop.  She says it's OK, well, it's OK.  I'll send Penny in too.  Respect
my place and my girls.  Anything else and the deal's off and I keep the
money.  Got it?"

   "Got it," Barry nodded.

   "Take them to the VIP room," Mort said to Peaches.  "You see the green
light, you know what to do."

   "Got it," Peaches said.  She led all of them through the room for the
couch dances and entered a small doorway that opened to a narrow staircase
going down.  They all went down the stairs and found themselves in a
basement with plush red carpeting, black leather sofas and chairs, two
small stages with stripper poles and a bar.

   "OK, before we get started," Peaches said.  "We can have lots of fun,
but there's no rough stuff, no hitting or hair pulling, no pictures and if
Penny or I say no, you stop.  No warnings.  If there's trouble outside and
the cops are coming - which they won't this time of day - Mort will let us
know by hitting a switch that makes that light there go off.  The whole
room will look green.  If that happens, I don't care what you're doing, you
stop, get dressed and follow me and Penny.  Any questions?"

   "Yeah, what can we do, exactly?" Greg asked.

   "Anything you want," Peaches said, "as long as you follow the rules I
just said.  If I don't like something, I'll tell you.  Treat me nice and
I'll do the same to you.  You paid for a good time and I can deliver that
to you, if you behave."

   With that, she flipped a switch that allowed the music from upstairs to
pump into the room and started a set of flashing disco lights.  She jumped
on one of the stages and started dancing, joined soon thereafter by Penny,
a busty black babe with an angelic face and a body built for sin.  Her big
tits were very real and very firm and she had a power-packed body with a
narrow waist, toned, curvy legs and - her best feature of all - a tight
little ass that was round and firm, split by a white g-string.

   Cori sat next to Wes in one of the love seats and watched the show.  The
other guys were all gathered around the stages, tossing dollar bills and
tugging at the girls' outfits, taking a very active part in the stripping
part of the dances.  Cori noticed that Wes - poor Wes, who had been so
close to cumming earlier, only to be stopped when they arrived here - was
hard again.  She wanted to please him.  She began kissing his ear and
rubbed her hand over his crotch.  She felt him stiffen more and straddled
him, facing him, kissing his ears and neck while she grinded her pelvis
against him.  This was the room for a lap dance, after all.

   She looked him square in the eye, looking for that loving, caring,
connected feeling they had shared earlier.  She saw lust in his eyes, true,
but also a warmth, a gratitude and caring.  She needed to know more about
him.  Sometime.  Not now.  Now, he needed her.  She slid down his body onto
the floor between his legs and unbuckled his pants, helping him work them
over his hips and down his legs.  He pulled off his shirt as she finished
pulling off his pants.  She looked up, pleased by his smile and the
erection he was offering her.  It was an average size cock - not too long,
not too thick - but it was very hard and alert, precum bubbling at the tip.
She licked it once or twice, then had an idea.

   Holding up a finger letting him know that she would be back in a minute,
she got up and went to the stage.  She took Peaches by the hand and pulled
her down to her level, then kissed her full on the lips.  The guys cheered
and Cori led Peaches off the stage toward Wes.  The music stopped between
songs just long enough for her to say in Peaches' ear, "I really like this
guy.  Will you help me give him a special present?"

   Peaches smiled and nodded and Cori knew that this girl didn't need to be
drawn a picture.  Cori knelt on one side of Wes and Peaches knelt on the
other, ready to follow Cori's lead.  Cori leaned in for another kiss the
two girls tasted one another as Cori slowly guided their mouths toward Wes'
cock.  There, they split briefly, then reconnected with the shaft of his
cock between them.  Now, four lips and two tongues caressed his hard shaft
with hot, sultry kisses, their mouths steadily work their way up until it
was his head that received the dual tongue treatment.

   Had any of them looked around, they would have seen Douglas sticking his
face between Penny's ass cheeks while she shook and writhed on stage, now
completely nude except for her heels.  Jason was wearing her g-string
around his neck and grabbing her tits every chance he got.  Greg was
climbing on the other stage vacated by Peaches, naked, his hard cock
bobbing to the beat.  And Barry sat in a love seat across from Wes, his
eyes going back and forth between the double blowjob to his right and
Penny's increasingly brazen dance on his left.  Only 10 minutes in, this
party was already on fire.  They had gotten lucky, finding such willing and
hot young ladies during the sparse day shift.

   Wes willed himself not to cum, wanting to make this once-in-a-lifetime
treat last as long as he could.  He tried not to watch, but couldn't bare
to close his eyes and miss the unbelievable sight of not one, but two
drop-dead gorgeous girls make love to him and each other at the same time.
He hoped that green light didn't turn on, because he didn't think there was
any way he could let this end right now.  It was too good.  Too precious.
What an unbelievable gift these girls were giving him.

   Cori was impressed by how long Wes was holding out.  He had stamina. 
She liked that.  She also liked the way Peaches kissed.  Cori had nothing
against other women or lesbians, but women generally just didn't do as much
for her as a guy did.  She could appreciate another woman's beauty, but she
didn't find them sexually attractive.  Well, not usually.  Peaches was a
rare exception.  She was gorgeous and, though they had barely talked, Cori
felt that she was a kindred spirit, like a sister or best friend.  What was
with her today?  First Wes, now Peaches.  Tomorrow she'd probably realize
how silly this all way, but for right now, it felt real.

   When it became clear that Wes was about to cum, Cori didn't even have to
signal Peaches what to do.  Cori took his head in her mouth, leaving the
shaft for Peaches, who continued to suck and lick it until his load shot
out in giant spurts.  Cori was going to swallow it for him, then had
another thought.  Again, with just a look, Peaches understood what Cori was
thinking and nodded, opening her mouth.  Cori kissed her full on the lips,
sharing Wes' cum with her new friend.  Their tongues, coated with cum,
intertwined and strands of jism connected their lips.  Wes watched,
fascinated, as they started to swallow and kept swallowing until it was all
gone.  They kissed and licked each other's lips, cleaning the last bits,
then took turns sucking his cock, milking the final few drops out of him.

   Wes mouthed a "thank you" to them both, then motioned to the bar.  He
poured them each a drink, then relaxed on a bar stool while they were both
pulled away by his co-workers.  He was appreciative of what had just
happened and loved watching the girls continue their remarkable show, but
he also felt a pang of regret that he wasn't sitting in some quiet bar,
sharing a drink with Cori.  He wanted to know her more.  But, of course, he
was just being silly.  She didn't really like him more than the other guys.
Why would she?  They were better looking than he was.  They had more money.
She could have her pick of guys and he, well, no girl like Cori had ever
picked him.  She's just doing this to get ahead - to get ahead you have to
give some head, he mused.  She's doing the job we gave her, nothing more,
nothing less.  In another month, she'll be gone, I won't see her anymore
and that will be that.  He was convinced that his life would never get
better than it was 10 minutes ago and decided only heartbreak and
embarrassment awaited if he tried to pursue Cori any further.

   Right now, Cori and Peaches were kissing passionately on one of the
stages.  Peaches was on top of Cori, their breasts pressed together.  Barry
and Jason were standing next to them, watching up close, high-fiving. 
Barry held his hard cock while he pointed at the girls' pussies, pretending
to do an "eeny-meeni-mini-mo" before shrugging his shoulders and plowing
ahead, his cock spearing Peaches' pussy in a quick thrust.  Peaches got up
on her hands and knees, letting Barry have a go at her doggie style. 
Knowing she would be in demand too, Cori also got on hands and knees,
wiggling her ass for whoever wanted it while she resumed making out with
Peaches.  The girls kissed, driven by shared emotions of lust, fear,
humiliation, exhilaration and ecstasy.  And, once Jason entered Cori, they
were both being driven by hard cocks.

   Penny, meanwhile, was serving the other two men, her mouth filled with
Douglas' cock while Greg banged her tight cunt.  Wes, watched it all, his
desire growing, wondering if he would have time to get off again and, if
so, if he could be with Cori again.  Maybe alone in the corner, just the
two of them, kissing, touching, making love.  Stop it, he told himself. 
Cori's not going to happen.  Bang one of the other chicks if they'll let
you.  They're both hot and way out of your league.  Go for it while you
have the chance.  He watched Penny's tight ass and Peaches' long legs and
felt his cock harden again, indeed ready to try either or both of them out
soon.

   Just then Wes caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye and
prepared to take cover until he saw it was Mort and another stripper he
hadn't seen earlier.  Seeing that everyone but Wes was occupied, Mort and
the girl approached him.  "Hey," he said.  "This is ...  well, she doesn't
have a stage name yet.  This is a hot babe who wants a job here.  I never
hire anyone without an audition.  Mind sitting next to the stage with me
and we'll see how she does?"

   "Sure," Wes said, grabbing a beer for himself and Mort.  He looked at
the girl.  She was pretty in a tomboyish way, short dark hair, long slender
neck, little makeup, slender body, long legs and shapely ass.  Her tits
were small compared to the others in the room, but firm and perky.  She was
cute and looked nervous.

   "Don't be nervous," Wes said.  "You'll do great."

   "Thanks," she smiled.  "Um, you can just call me Honey for now.  If you
have a better suggestion for a stage name, though, I'll take it.  That is,
assuming I get the job."

   "You'll get it," Wes assured her.  "You do want it, right?"

   "Yeah, I think so" Honey said.  "I mean, it's good money and guys say
I'm pretty enough.  Do all strippers have to do all that, though?" She
nodded toward the various sex acts Cori, Penny and Peaches were engaged in
not with disgust, but curiosity and a bit of fear and excitement.

   "No, I think this is a unique situation," Wes said.  "Most strippers
just dance, I think, and if they want to do more, that's on their own time,
you know."

   "Yeah," Honey nodded.  "Well, wish me luck."

   She was wearing a naughty schoolgirl outfit and looked very much the
part with a young, innocent face and those long, slender legs.  She started
dancing to the music and twirling around the pole, impressing both men with
her moves and her obvious athleticism.  She was strong and flexible and
worked the pole like she was born to do it.  Wes kept glancing over at
Cori, watching as she took a load from Jason in her mouth.  Barry had also
finished with Peaches and now the four of them approached the stage as
well. Wes was happy when Cori slid in next to him and whispered in his ear,
"Who's this?"

   He explained as best he could over the loud music.  Meanwhile, Cori
slipped her hand between his legs, touching his semi-erect penis. 
Impressive, she thought.  She would take a man with an average size cock,
stamina and fast recuperation over a monster cock any day.  She had been
fantasizing about him the whole time she was fucking Jason and kissing
Peaches.  Why was he in her head so much all of the sudden?

   When they dance was over, they both clapped for Honey and offered their
compliments.

   "I think she's a keeper," Barry said to Mort.

   "Hmm," Mort grunted.  "I'm not so sure." He put his arm around Honey and
led her a couch in a corner of the room.  They talked for a bit and the
next time Wes looked over, Honey was on her knees, no doubt sealing the
deal as she bobbed her head up and down.

   A few minutes later, Mort announced that she was hired and ordered her
upstairs and on stage in 15 minutes.  "And you guys have 30 minutes," Mort
said.  "Then the party's over."

   "OK, you heard the man," Barry said.  "Everyone gets one more turn. 
Here's what we're going to do.  I'm going to right down each girl's name on
two different pieces of paper.  All six pieces go into this jar," - he held
up an empty beer pitcher.  "We each draw a name.  Since no names are in
there three times, that means a maximum of two guys per girl.  Then, I'm
going to write down `ass', `pussy' and `mouth' and put those three pieces
in this jug.  You draw a name first, then a hole.  Remember, that doesn't
have to be where you finish, but it's where you start.  Got it?"

   Wes drew first, pulling Penny and pussy.  While he had hoped for Cori,
he couldn't deny that a crack at the black stunner was an interesting
proposition.  Jason also drew Penny and ass, so they would be one trio for
this last session.

   Cori wound up with Douglas, who drew her ass as the hole of choice.  She
would have preferred Wes and pussy, but Douglas' pretty cock and hot body
were welcome second choices.  Finally, Greg was destined for Peaches near
perfect twat while Barry would have the pleasure of tickling her tonsils.

   They split into their respective groups and the flexible, accommodating
girls were soon being skewered one more time.  Cori was bent over a table
while Douglas went to work on her ass.  She had purposely positioned
herself so she could watch Wes with Penny, fascinated, jealous and
incredibly aroused all at once.  Wes and Jason had their gorgeous playmate
sandwiched between them.  Wes was on his back, Penny's pussy on his cock
with Jason crouched behind, plugging her ass.

   Wes glanced at Cori, caught her gaze and smiled.  In the dark room, it
was hard to tell if she smiled back, but he thought so.

   Wes' smile and Douglas' rock hard body were doing a number on Cori.  She
heard the other girls cumming and wanted to herself.  She started rocking
back against Douglas, making his drill deeper into her ass, the feeling of
being filled and stretched and reamed exciting her.  Her pussy was dripping
cream and she felt like she was one big thrust from coming.  Unfortunately,
Douglas was too and he poured his cum into her ass.  She lay there,
panting, tired, and more than a little frustrated.  She saw Wes frown and
push himself out from under Penny.  He scrambled over to Cori and turned
her onto her back on the table.  She lifted her legs and spread them and he
drove into her.  She came.  He pumped and gritted his teeth.  She came
again.  He kept driving, making her tits bounce with every thrust, his
balls slapping against her.  Everyone else was done.  They were all
watching.  She came again.  He did too, spilling his load inside her.

   Nothing had been said, but Cori knew.  He had done that on purpose.  He
had seen her frustration, knew what she needed and delivered without
hesitating.  She knew it in her heart and felt more drawn to him than ever.
She needed time alone with Wes, but how?

   They all dressed and Cori got the numbers for both Peaches and Penny,
feeling like they might be very good friend material.  If there was ever a
night when she had some free time, she'd like to call them, talk girl
stuff. Penny gave her a thin white tank top with the strip club's logo on
it for her to wear back to the office.

   Cori rode back stretched across the men's laps in the back seat,
dreading the return to the office and the scrutiny she would likely receive
from others in the building.  But she was also happy.  She had made
potential friends and had an odd but great feeling about Wes.  Plus, she
had been very well fucked and had many orgasms already today.  There was
plenty to be happy about.  She looked up at Wes, whose dopey grin told her
that he was just as happy.  She hoped it was for some of the same reasons.

   "How about we drop you off?" Barry said.  "No need for you to go back to
the office today.  You've drained us all dry."

   "Well, I can still work," Cori protested.  "Plus, I need to get my purse
and my skirt and my car."

   "All that will be there tomorrow," Barry assured her.  "And tomorrow's
the big Halloween party.  It should be a very fun day.  You'll need your
rest, though.  Go home, do whatever you have to do for Ty and Harris and
then try to get some rest."

   "OK," Cori said.  She lifted her head to see where they were.  "Turn
left here."