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 DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR Chapter Nine
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   This is the ninth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its
intended length and subject matter.  I am no longer writing it - it is
writing itself.  My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

   Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin
daughters at an overnight private party.  Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an
international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an
adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday.  Zenellis
has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an
additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the
guise of "mentoring."

   Mr.  Marcus walked away from Zenellis's ideation/sex camp with $100,000
plus five percent of profits from the use of FasTack in medical
applications.  Except for royalty checks, he didn't expect to hear from
Zenellis again.  So much for expectations.

   * * * * * * * * *

   Two months after the sex seminar outing with Annie and the Cocksworth
clan minus the missus, the phone rang in my office.  Caller Id said
Zenellis Enterprises.  My first royalty check is ready, and they want my
Social Security number?  Nah, too soon.  Product development takes time,
and then there's testing and -.  The phone hadn't stopped.

   "This is the Office of the Chairman calling." The female operator had a
nice voice.  I tried to picture the body that went with it, but without
clues my imagination couldn't focus.  "The Chairman would like to meet with
you, at your earliest convenience.  Is one o'clock acceptable?"

   Hell, it was eleven and I was planning a nice lunch.  Maybe Zenellis
would buy?  Nah, not his style.  "I'll grab an early lunch and come over."

   Three crises delayed my departure, leaving me no choice but the food
court on the main floor.  The fast food didn't agree with me.  My stomach
rumbled all over to Zenellis's building and up the elevator to the
penthouse.  Even if the conversation is boring, the view should be
spectacular.

   The receptionist outside a row of mahogany doors greeted me with the
same voice I heard on the phone.  "How can I help you?" I never would have
guessed she was diminutive - never call a woman short - with a button nose.
She might be able to pass for a midget, but everything below her oversized
breasts was hidden behind the desk so I couldn't confirm that hypothesis.
"I'm Harvey Marcus, here to see the Chairman."

   "Go right in.  She's expecting you."

   She?  I opened the door.  At the far end of a long room sat Saroya at an
oversized desk.  Since when did she become Chairman?  Where was her old
man? Retired?  Nah, too young.

   "I'm so glad you are here." She stood, and walked around the desk to
make the greeting more personal.

   Like I had a choice.  "Nice to see you, too." I wasn't lying.  A black
bra showed through Saroya's thin white blouse, and her skirt showed almost
all of her legs, stopping strategically at mid thigh.  Memories of rubbing
my hands all over her body, and her touching and sucking my dick and sprang
up.  So did my penis.  I hoped she wouldn't notice.  On second thought, why
not?  She'd taken at least some of the initiative.

   She pointed to a chair directly in front of the desk.  I sat, as she
wiggled back, leaning against the edge of the desk.  She slid one leg over
the other, her skirt riding up even further.  Saroya had the best legs,
sculpted but not overly muscular.  She could probably break one of my ribs
if I found myself with her legs wrapped around "I called you here for two
things," she said.

   I didn't expect that one of them was fucking my brains out, but a guy
can wish.  "Yes?"

   "I'm offering you a position with my company," she said.

   Horizontal with her on top?  God, I didn't think her teasing in the
hotel room had gotten to me, but obviously it had.  Always a good practice
to listen.  "Go on."

   "I will more than match your current salary.  I reviewed your product
suggestion, and the terms of your agreement.  You could have a bright
future at Zenellis."

   I didn't expect this at all.  For one of the few times in my life, I was
speechless.

   Saroya continued, "Of course, employees surrender rights to their ideas
to the company.  Standard industry practice."

   "Of course." That's why the job offer - to break my agreement for
residuals for QuickSuture, or whatever they'd call it, my idea to use
FasTack in medical applications.  "Sorry, but no thanks," I replied.  I
could see there'd be some benefits - God, those legs!  And I'd seen her
practically naked.  Not only seen, but touched.  Damn, all I'd need is a
sign she was interested and I'd have her on her sprawled on her back on
that desk of hers -

   She uncrossed her legs, pulled down her skirt, a futile gesture, and
folded her arms across her chest.  "In that case, I want to speak with you
about the terms and conditions you negotiated with Father."

   "Where is the old man, anyway?" I expected I'd be seeing him, although
my dread had turned to delight.

   Saroya leaned over to grab a manila folder.

   I dropped my head just a bit, to perchance to get a glimpse up her
skirt.

   "Several fathers didn't take necessary precautions at our outing and
their partners became pregnant." Saroya flipped the folder open.  Pictures
slid out, cluttering her empty desk.  I stood to examine the photos.  The
cheerleader who'd leaped from her chair and whose breasts bounced under her
shirt.  Her face was sad in the photo, as if she'd just lost a dear pet. 
The second was a girl I hadn't seen at the outing.  The third was very
familiar.  Carol, the skinny one with the eyes!  Shit!  Had I gotten her
pregnant?  Zenellis or any of the others would have had an easy time with
her after she and I had fucked.  No way was I going to volunteer any more
information.  "That's terrible."

   "Our recordings of the tutoring sessions were stolen, so all we have are
the planned match-ups," said Saroya.  "Interviews with participants
disclosed that many of the intended matches of fathers to others' daughters
did not take place.  And, some fathers and daughters might have come
together on their own.  Without the recordings, we have no substantiating
evidence."

   Damn right!  Those disk drives were safely stored in my crawlspace, in
sealed plastic and industrial cardboard cartons.  "Seems like your dad's
outing got way out of control.  A little like you did, hmm?" No harm in
reminding her of our brief encounter, sans clothes.

   Her face reddened but she continued, "They're all getting abortions, as
best we can determine.  Although we were able to keep it from the public,
there was private outrage from our Board and major stockholders.  Fathers
who used protection wondered why other guests didn't.  They assumed such
precautions were mandated.  In the end, both groups demanded satisfaction.
Father stepped down and turned the company over to me, about three years
earlier than scheduled."

   I sat back down.  Now it was my turn to fold my arms.  "My deal was with
the company, not your dad.  You're not going to renegotiate the deal I
have! No way!"

   "Let's set that issue aside for the moment.  The other thing I wanted to
see you about is product testing." Saroya fondled the buttons on her blouse
with one hand, and extended the other.  I stood.  "Let's get comfortable on
the couch." The sofa was at the far end of her office, near the door.

   So was this the second item on Saroya's list, or the third?  Gawking at
her body, I'd lost track.  We walked the length of her office past a series
of built-in bookcases until the last section, which housed a floor to
ceiling mirror instead.  Getting comfortable on a couch with a desirable
young woman was something I had experience with.  Frequently.  We sat on
opposite sides.  Behind Saroya, the large mirror played back my reflection.

   "Father told me of an embarrassing incident at the outing," she said.

   His or mine?

   She continued, "That you glued your lingam inside one of the young
ladies?"

   Lingam, my penis.  I'd gotten stuck inside Carol, and she got pregnant.
Maybe it wasn't me.  Zenellis acted like he would make a move on Carol any
minute, and there could have been others.  "If he said so."

   "Well, we've productized the concept, modified of course.  Our chemists
have created a formula using the essence of FasTack with a natural
lubricant.  It's designed for couples who want more stimulation than the
natural friction of lingam and yoni."

   Yoni.  Pussy.  Terrific.  My accident with Carol becomes a revenue
stream for Zenellis.  "So, do I get a royalty on this one, too?"

   Saroya's face reddened.  "No.  This was my idea."

   Based solely on my true-life experience.  Saroya had said product
testing.  Was this my invitation to fuck her?  I bet that natural friction
would be sufficient, and StuckFuck gel would be unnecessary.

   Saroya returned to the far side of the room, ass wiggling under her
skirt.  At her desk, she leaned over and tapped the intercom.  "Letti, ask
Natasha to come in now."

   Natasha?  Saroya wasn't planning on being my partner in the test?  A
sigh deflated my lungs but not my prick.

   Letti's voice crackled over the intercom speaker.  "She's not here, Ms.
Zenellis.  She left for lunch."

   "Oh, she did?" Saroya growled.  "When she returns, tell her she's on
permanent lunch.  We'll send her personal effects." She paced the length of
the room, glancing at me, then the mirror to my right, then back at me. 
Saroya made no move to straighten her clothes or adjust a misplaced lock of
hair.  Not that her coiffeur was anything but perfect.  Saroya stopped at
her desk and tapped the intercom again.  "Letti, get in here!"

   The small receptionist came in.  She was exceptionally well built for a
small person, great body in a small package.  For the first time, I saw her
standing.  In profile, she had a nice ass, too.  She was almost like a
version of Saroya that had been washing too many times in hot water.

   "Letti, this is Mr.  Marcus.  He is here for product testing," said
Saroya.  "Natasha was going to work with Mr.  Marcus, but since she decided
to fill her stomach instead of her - well - you'll have to substitute."

   "Whatever you need, Ms.  Zenellis."

   "Good attitude.  Take off your sweater."

   "What?" Letti's cheeks gained some additional color.

   "Are you deaf from those things you wear in your ears?  Take off that
sweater, and drop your slacks.  Did I approve of slacks as dress code?"

   "You're kidding, right?" Letti's head turned back and forth.

   If this was to be a demonstration of the new sex lube, Saroya was
setting Letti up to be my partner.  Not that I'd mind.  "Leave the young
lady alone," I said.  Best to be the hero in these kinds of circumstances.

   "And you, drop your trousers," said Saroya.

   Her tone was like a military commander barking out orders.  Is that how
she got things done at Zenellis?  Not for long.  "The hell I will!"

   "Must I remind you of your agreement with Father?  The terms and
conditions specifically state-" She strutted back to her desk, and grabbed
a document.  I followed.

   "- That you will, quote, provide any and all assistance with product
development and marketing as determined by Zenellis Enterprises, unquote."

   "For ideas I came up with," I said.

   Saroya waved the document.  "There's no such qualification.  So, if
you'd rather lose your five percent-"

   I glanced back at Letti.  The idea of having sex with her wasn't
distasteful.  We were just being thrown together in such a casual way. 
Shouldn't a student of the Kama Sutra like Saroya understand the necessity
of foreplay?

   "And you," Saroya said to Letti, "there's a five thousand dollar bonus
in it for you to undress."

   I knew that stripping was only the preliminary to testing the sex gel.
Perhaps Letti would earn additional bonuses for spreading those short
legsLetti looked at me for assistance.

   "Ms.  Zenellis, this young woman is obviously unprepared for your
direction.  Perhaps I should attempt to put her into the mood."

   Saroya shrugged.  "Go on if you must.  Back there, by the couch."

   I didn't think it made much difference where we warmed up, but I gave
in. Letti stood, stiff, arms at her sides.  "Have you ever seen Ms. 
Zenellis's brown wrap-around dress?" I asked.

   Letti nodded.

   "Well, I had the fortune of helping her, uh, get back into it."

   Letti giggled.

   If she thought her boss lady had disrobed in front of me, perhaps this
was a less obnoxious situation.

   "Let me demonstrate how I applied the swath of cloth." I leaned forward
and whispered in Letti's ear, "I'll be touching you, gently.  Somehow,
we'll get through this together." I straightened up, standing behind the
receptionist.  "I started up here -" I placed my hands on Letti's shoulders
and massaged.  It wasn't precisely what I'd done with Saroya, but I
expected it would relax my partner.  I began to circle her.  "And on each
pass, I'd drape the cloth around her body, pressing it firmly so it would
stick." My stick was getting harder by the moment.  I faced Letti, hands on
her upper chest.

   Letti glanced at Saroya over her shoulder.  "I bet she enjoyed it.  I
am."

   In one circumnavigation, I had my hands on Letti's breasts, with no
complaint.  She licked her lips and kept her eyes closed.  I paused there,
stroking them, pressing them together.

   I walked around back, reluctant to take my hands off those treasures,
and rubbed her back.  Another pass put me in front, and I stroked my hands
up her belly to the underside of her breasts.  I couldn't help it, and gave
them another squeeze before proceeding to her back.  "Eventually, I was
down to here." I put my hands on her ass.  She pressed back, so I was
holding her buttocks.  She humped up and down, so my fingertips slipping
towards her privates.  I came around ninety degrees, stopping with Letti in
profile, keeping one hand on her ass and placing the other on her crotch.

   "Oh God!" Letti moaned.

   I glanced up at Saroya.  "You said something similar, didn't you?" To
Brandi, when her mouth was on your pussy.

   Saroya's face was shiny.  She tugged at her collar, shaking her breasts
beneath her blouse.  Her other hand was on her abdomen.  Was she getting as
turned on as I was, and as excited as I hoped Letti was?

   Letti panted and moaned, leaning on me for support, as I cupped her
crotch, letting my fingers dance across her pussy.

   I whispered, "How about if we get more comfortable now that you're -"

   Letti jumped away.  She was down to her bra and panties in an instant.
Must need the sex or the money.  I unbuckled and unzipped, taking off my
shoes as well as my pants.  I folded my slacks over the chair near Saroya's
desk.  It was obvious that I was semi-aroused, and the fact that Letti's
large dark circles were visible through her sheer bra didn't help. 
Actually, it helped a lot.

   Letti had recovered from the brink or orgasm.  Her hands were on her
hips, chest thrust out proudly.  "Okay, I did what you asked," said Letti.
"Is that all?" Her eyes darted back and forth, between Saroya and me.

   "No.  Now I want you to sit on Mr.  Marcus's lap," said Saroya.

   I sat down on the guest chair near Saroya's desk and patted my thighs.
Maybe this testing wouldn't be so bad after all, now that Letti was in a
better mood.  And, down to her undies.

   "No, no, on the couch." Saroya shooed me without touching towards the
rear of her office.

   Why did it matter?  On the couch, Letti and I would be able to see
ourselves.  In the mirror.  It hit me.D There was a video camera behind the
mirror!  Blackmail, just her father used on his Wisconsin outing.  Damn! 
I'd have to keep my wits about me, to get a piece and still retain my
percentage.  Saroya deserved payback for trying to screw me out of my fair
compensation.  Fucking Letti would be a bonus.  Or bone-us.

   "Come here, darling.  Sit on Harvey's lap." I waved her over.

   She crept closer and sat on my knees.  I put my arm around her and
stroked her back.  "There, not so bad, is it?"

   "Are you as big as I think you are?" Letti couldn't keep her eyes off my
shorts.

   I couldn't keep my hands off Letti's tits, still encased in her bra. 
"Can I show you?" I helped her stand and dropped my underwear.

   "Oh my God.  That's the biggest dick I've ever seen."

   Obviously her father was not named Richard.

   "And your breasts are a sight for sore eyes.  Why don't you show me?"

   Letti reluctantly reached behind and unclipped her bra.  One arm held
the bra tight to her bosom.

   "Come on, fair is fair." I hooked one finger at the center and pulled.
She let the garment drop, and so did her breasts, without the support. 
"They're marvelous." I pictured a glorious tit fuck, except that a video of
that event would give Saroya the leverage to cancel our contract.

   "Enough with the foreplay," barked Saroya.

   Such language, for someone who claimed she'd memorized the Kama Sutra.

   Time to tell Letti the truth.  "Ms.  Zenellis here wants us to have sex,
as an experiment, using a lubricant formula her scientists have invented."

   "No way!" Letti jumped back, cradling her tits in one arm and gathering
her clothes with the other.  Bent over, her head was at crotch-level. 
"That's a great looking dick and all, but I don't fuck some stranger I just
met.  Not even for a bonus!" She stood and turned to Saroya.  "What do you
take me for, some kind of fucking laboratory animal?"

   Letti bounced from the room.  I wondered how many employees would get a
glimpse as she ran naked to the nearest bathroom.

   Saroya pointed at her departing secretary.  "Come back here, or you're
fired!"

   My erection swayed in my lap.  "Lost one of your guinea pigs, hmm? 
Willing to be the substitute?" I asked.

   Saroya backed up, as if my erection had become a weapon, something to be
feared.

   "You've seen me naked before.  Hell, even sucked a little.  Why the
reluctance?"

   Saroya ran to her desk.  "I'll find someone else." She stood, back to
me, frantically flipping through a loose-leaf booklet, probably the company
directory.  Then she dialed the phone.

   Did she think some other employee would come down and have sex, just
because she said so?  Maybe, since she was Chairman.  "Looking for another
female employee who'll spread her legs for a few grand?" I stood directly
behind her, leaning on the desk with arms on both sides of her, preventing
an escape.  This put my erection between her thighs, slapping back and
forth.

   She hung up.  "Back off!"

   I stood my ground.  From my observations, Saroya was at least partially
aroused from my foreplay with Letti, plus the sight of my dick.  "We could
do the experiment."

   She reached down and took hold of my organ.  Was she going to direct it
into her yoni?  Without the gel, it wouldn't be an experiment.  Screw the
lubricant!  If Saroya was willing, I'd take her right there, standing up.

   "You're not going to put that, that, oversized organ into me.  Ever!"
Her dialing was frantic.  She made mistakes, hung up, and tried again, all
the while holding my prick away from her pussy.

   ³Did my description bring back memories?² I asked.

   ³Nothing happened.²

   ³You call sucking my dick nothing?  You call the pleasure when I rubbed
my hands all over your body nothing?² I raised my hands to her stomach.

   ³Get your hands off me, or I'll call security.²

   One hand went up to fondle a breast, the other slid down between her
legs, holding a throbbing lump of silk-covered pussy.  ³You can't honestly
tell me you didn't get excited the last time, and again, now, from my
reenactment.²

   ³You're crazy if I you think I'm going to be intimate with you to test
Couples.²

   The marketing folks came through this time.  ³Nice product name.  So
we're not a couple?²

   ³I should say not.²

   I spun her around.  Panties showed from beneath her raised skirt. 
Breasts heaved under her blouse, untucked.  ³But we could be a couple.²

   ³Never!²

   I was tempted to just stick it in and make it so.  But we still had a
deal, and a quickie would give her grounds.  Hell, she could put me away
for sexual assault.  But I had to show her I wasn't to be fooled with. 
³You're right.  You'd be a lousy candidate for Couples testing.  But it's
clear you're in a sorry state, physically excited that is.  So how about if
I put you out of your misery?² I crouched, taking her panties down at the
same time.  Brandi had an up-close view at the hotel.  Now it was my turn.
I spread her thighs with my fingers and dove in, tongue first.

   ³Oh God!  Get your mouth off of me.  I swear ­³

   I flicked and slurped and sucked her lips, probing around in search of
her clit.  Every time she went up on her toes, I knew I'd struck my target.

   Saroya was beating on my head with the book.  "No!  No!  Stop it!"

   I tongue fucked her pussy until my mouth ached, and kept going.  Brandi
hadn't gotten her off, but I was up for the challenge.

   Saroya dropped the book and grabbed handfuls of my hair.  She pounded my
head into her crotch.  Damn, she was masturbating, using my head as her
device.  I tried to keep my tongue stiff, but the muscles were cramping. 
Every time it softened, she smothered my face in her pussy, jerking my head
up and down.  I could barely breathe, but I was suffocating in heaven.

   With a series of short gasps and a runoff of cunt juice, Saroya was
done. I was past done, my tongue limp, my face sore, my jaw aching.  My
dick was as hard as ever, precum leaking from the tip.  The thought of
taking one step forward and plunging into Saroya's cunt flashed into my
brain.  I immediately rejected the notion.  I wanted her, but not if it
fucked up my financial deal in the process.

   I grabbed the experimental tube of Couples from on her desk.  She made
no attempt to stop me.  In fact, she wasn't moving at all, except the rise
and fall of her chest told me she was still breathing.  "I'll try this and
let you know how it works out."

   Saroya was in the same position, leaning against her desk, blouse half
open, skirt up, panties down, panting, silent.

   I got dressed and made my way to the door.  Saroya hadn't moved.  I
decided it was best to retreat before she came out of whatever stupor she
was in.

   Letti was at her desk, with a bit more color in her cheeks.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   "Oh yeah.  Fine.  Sure." Her hands were folded, all prim and proper.

   "You might want to tend to your boss," I said.  "She could use your
help."

   Letti walked around her desk and opened Saroya's door.  One look, and
Letti's hands flew to her mouth as she eyed my crotch.  "You didn't -"

   "No, no, I have great respect for Ms.  Zenellis.  She just got herself
overexcited."

   I was on my way to the elevator when I heard footsteps behind on the
stone floor.  It was Letti.

   "Listen, I'm just curious.  Can that thing actually fit inside a woman?
I mean, there's no way -"

   I put one hand on Letti's shoulder.  "You'd be surprised how flexible a
woman can be.  If you're ever interesting in seeing for yourself, you've
got my number." For no reason, I bent down and gave her a peck on the lips.

   I played with the tube of Couples in my coat pocket on the elevator ride
down.  Maybe someday it would come in handy.

   (to be continued)

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