The Fortieth Floor "Ms Wilson? I'm Mike Stringer, from Executive Compensation." The buxom, attractive brunette turned away from the window and smiled at me. "Come in. I was just admiring my new view. Please, call me Linda." "Hi, Linda. You're lucky to get an office on the Bay side of the building. Anyway, first let me offer my congratulations on your promotion and say welcome to the fortieth floor!" "Thank you. I'm looking forward to meeting the rest of the team." "Oh, most of them won't be in for a while yet. I came in early because I guessed that you would, and I wanted to explain a few things about how the fortieth floor operates. As an executive, I guess the first thing you need to know is that we don't actually do anything up here. The corporation promotes to this level almost exclusively on the basis of how well a person trains staff and delegates work. You, for instance, have no worries about your former department getting along without you, right?" "Well, no, not really. Bob Morales is a good man, and I left him a pretty smooth operation." "Exactly. Mr. Morales and staff will do all the work and send the documents up here for you to sign, which you will do after an appropriate interval. You'll find that it's not even necessary to read them." "But... what does everyone do all day up here?" "Linda, we screw around." I left that flat statement hanging in the air for a while. "Well, screw around doing what?" "We screw around....screwing. Welcome to the longest running corporate orgy in San Francisco! Perhaps you should sit down while I explain." She took a seat on the couch that extended along one wall of her office. "You have worked extremely hard for the Corporation, right?" She nodded. "You're damn right you have, and you've made us a ton of money. Well, this is your reward. A beautiful office, a fat salary, and more or less non-stop sex." She looked quite nonplused, as could only be expected from a loyal employee when suddenly confronted with our major corporate secret. "Non-stop......?" Her voice trailed off. "Well, there are limits. That's what I'm here for, to explain to you what your options are, so we can get your preferences into the computer. It will then match you up to the right, ah, resources." "What do you mean, resources?" "To be blunt, there are only so many cocks and pussies to go around here on the Fortieth, and of course we never allow outsiders up here, so it takes a certain amount of scheduling to make sure everyone gets enough of what he or she wants. We've found it most efficient to offer a series of package deals, with each of us committing to one package for a month at a time. Since the male and female packages complement each other, all we have to do is get an equal number of matching sets, and everything goes smoothly." "What sort of 'package deals'?" "They all have names. For instance, one package is called 'Slow and Easy'. It starts in the morning on the elevator. You noticed that the executive elevator to the Fortieth rises quite slowly?" "Yes, I wondered about that. It's also the only elevator I've ever seen that has a bar in it." "Right, the chairman's whim. With this package, you can have an eye- opener, or a cup of coffee, or whatever, while one or our men squeezes your tits all the way up in the elevator. Later, about mid- morning, a man will come to your office and give you oral sex for half an hour. This is a good time to make some long-distance phone calls. Finally, just before cocktails, you get a nice slow fuck on your couch. Conversely, you will get a schedule from the computer that tells you when to be on the elevator to give hand jobs, who's scheduled for a blow job on a given day, and so forth." She was looking at me as if she was wondering if I was on the level, so I handed her a package of glossy brochures, all bearing the corporate logo. The one on top said 'Slow and Easy'. She picked up the next one, 'Morning, Noon, and Night', and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Just what it says.. Good, plain sex as soon as you come in, just after lunch, and just before leaving. You might consider that for your first month. Clears the senses marvelously after all your labors downstairs." Just then a tall, statuesque blond walked by the office. Her appearance was distinctly disheveled; her hair was in disarray, she was carrying one of her shoes, and her right breast was hanging out of her partially unbuttoned blouse. "Uh oh - looks like Elizabeth got a Surprise Package in the elevator." I leaned out of the office. "Morning, Betty. Nice cleavage!" She glanced down, giggled, then tucked the boob back into place in her lacy bra and continued on her way to her office. "For the adventurous, you can have the computer assign random times for a quickie. We've seen it assign as many as four in one day. We've made it a custom to give extra style points if you accomplish your assigned fuck as quickly as you hear about it. This makes it rather hard on clothes, so you get an extra $500 per week clothing allowance with this package. You'll notice that you have a nice large closet." I gestured at a door in the corner of the office. "Yes, I did notice. What are all those clothes in there? They look like costumes or something." "They are costumes. Every Friday is Dress-up day. All schedules are suspended, and you get to have sex with anyone you want, as long as you keep a mask on. Keeps things from getting monotonous. I think you'll find that everything fits." "Hmmm." She looked thoughtful. "How many other...special...events are there?" "Oh, there're quite a few, and people think up new ones all that time. The Chairman is very open to suggestion." "Like what?" I could see that she was beginning to like the concepts that were unfolding in her imagination. "Well, there's the Wednesday Naked Lunches, for instance, and on the last day of each month the Female Executive of the Month gets a gang bang and a cum shower on the conference room table. That's always a crowd pleaser." This definitely made her eyes light up. "If we don't do anything all month, how does someone get to be Executive of the Month?" "Well, actually we all just sort of decide who would enjoy it the most at the time. 'We' being the four men designated by the computer as gang-bangers." She stood up and walked closer to where I was perched on the edge of her desk. "In that case, keep me in mind, OK? Tell me, Mike, what plan are you on this month?" "I'm on call for Surprise Packages. When my beeper goes off, I consult the computer for my partner then go sneak up on her. This package has its drawbacks - I've had two dry days in a row right now." "How about sneaking up on me? Is that permitted?" She reached under my suit jacket and ran her hand up my ribcage as she looked into by eyes, licking her lips quickly. "As long as the beeper doesn't go off." I took her into my arms and grasped one of her big, firm breasts as I kissed her. Minutes later, we were both naked. I bent her backward onto her brand new desk and lifted her ankles to rest on my shoulders, then slid my ready cock into her welcoming pussy. We humped away for just a couple of minutes before we both came together in a mutually satisfying orgasm. Afterwards, as I dressed, she remained nude as she settled into her executive chair behind her executive desk. She observed that my cock was still semi-erect as I tucked it into my underpants. "Tell me, Mike, what happens when you guys can't get it up when the bell rings, or whatever?" "That never happens up here. Practice, I guess." "Oh, I think I've died and gone to Heaven!" she said, looking at the ceiling. {Of course, that is just exactly what had happened. Neither Linda nor Mike had any memories of the sudden accidents that had sent them to a special part of Heaven that is reserved for hard-working business people who die too young.} "Linda, we just call it the Fortieth Floor." THE END