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Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 2

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Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 2
First day of work at Foxx Inc..

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As a brief recap, I had

separated from the Navy a few weeks ago after six years in submarines. Growing
bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a job search, and to my
surprise I found myself in an interview a short time later. An interview,
believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my hiring manager. My
job, should I choose to accept it, was to sexually service the women of Foxx
Inc. Just based on the interview, good work if you can get it. We pick up my
journal record where the Friday job interview was finishing..

I stood and removed my shirt. Through lidded eyes she

watched as I pushed down my pants and underwear. She smiled when my slightly
longer than average cock (as accurately reported on the questionnaire) came
into view. "Would you please have intercourse with me now Thomas?"

I said, "If you don't think it terribly rude, I would

rather fuck you, Ms. Olson."

"Um, that sounds fine to me," she said with a

husky voice.

Placing myself at her entrance, I pushed into her in one long,

languid stroke, luxuriating in the snug, warm and wet feel of her cunt. Fully
sheathed, she gave me a squeeze then placed my hands on her breasts. "Be
rough with my nipples; I'll let you know if you go too far." I took her
breasts in my hands, pressing them together even as I started to pinch her
nipples. Her back arched as I did so, suggesting I was at least not going too
far. I withdrew and started fucking her with long slow strokes.

After a few minutes of simply enjoying the feel of her, I

asked, "So, how many women are we talking about?"

"My your cock feels good," she purred, "Um,

what was that? Oh! Yes, we currently have forty five on staff."

Damn her cunt felt great as she gripped me on the way out. I

reseated myself with a sudden quick stroke and she gasped. "I do believe I
have found a satisfactory replacement," she said as she smiled at me. My
thrusting slowly became more and more forceful, and urgent. She stopped moaning
briefly to say, "I may have forgotten to tell you something
important."

I heard her, and didn't process it. My thrusts were now

getting frantic, and my partner knew quite clearly what that meant. "Mr.
Jeffries, when you are servicing a woman in the Firm and she is wearing blue or
black lipstick, you are to ejaculate in her mouth when you finish." As she
said that I had that feeling you get when you know you are a few seconds from
orgasm. And it finally registered she was wearing black lipstick.

"Better get in position then, Ms. Olson!" I

grunted through gritted teeth as I pulled out of her delectable cunt.

She slid off the table and to her knees in front of me.

Placing her hands on my ass, she took my cock in her mouth and began to bob her
head as she attacked me with her tongue. Already past the point of no return I
grabbed handfuls of her hair but did not pull her to me. As she sucked wildly
on the head of my cock I grunted out that I was coming. Then, I teetered on the
edge, that glorious edge of not quite there, and then I quite literally saw
stars as I exploded in her mouth. I could not see how much I was coming, but it
sure felt like a lot. I shot several strong bursts into her mouth before she
gave me one last suck and I collapsed back onto the chair. I grinned stupidly
at her as she appeared to swish my ejaculate around in her mouth before
swallowing rather demonstrably. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she leaned
forward and gave me a peck on the lips. "Quite acceptable Mr. Jeffries,
quite acceptable. You need to increase your water intake and consider adding
some pineapple juice, but quite acceptable."

"You mean, if I take the job," I said with some

cheek.

"Monday, 0 900," she said, apparently ignoring my

statement. It had been frivolous after all.

"Will you tell me what Tilly told you?" I asked.

As she dressed she answered me very offhandedly. "I

contacted her, had her sign and NDA, then paid her a large amount of cash to
characterize you as a lover."

I followed her lead and began dressing. "To be precise,

I did not ask; what did you ask her, but rather what she told you."

She kissed me, then smiled, "So very much the right

choice," and she patted my cheek, "When you pay people upfront they
may tell you nothing, but they never lie. She gushed on about you, which is
something you should look into, before she paused, then said quite steadily,
'eager, pleasing, vigorous, energetic, trainable,'" she paused for effect,
"and very good. Why, is he available?" Her look said, 'that's
precisely the words she used. "And the last thing she said before I
thanked her was, 'you snap him up.'"

I didn't have anything to say to that except that I might

have to look Tilly up soon.

Ms. Olson adjusted her skirt and donned her top before

picking up her jacket. "As you might expect, Mr. Jeffries, we have
policies and procedures." She winked at me, then took a pamphlet from the
desk and handed it to me as she sat on the desk in front of me again.
"That contains everything you need to know. Please commit it to memory by
Monday."

I took the pamphlet and she said, "One other thing, you

can play up the fantasy element."

"Fantasy element?" I asked.

She smiled, a brilliant expression on her face. "You

are the hunk of a package delivery man. The building super who always has
just.the.right. tool. You are the plumber showing up when the poor lady of the
house doesn't have the money to pay." She pulled me in for a hug and
whispered in my ear, "Dress the part and keep these women happy." She
kissed me hard after that speech, a furious and inspired attack on my lips and
tongue. I was almost ready to go again when she stopped and pushed me back.

After I finished dressing as she watched me, she looped her

arm through mine and escorted me out of the building. "I'll start you off
at three. See you Monday at 0 900 for orientation."

There was the twenty-four hour time again. "Three? Or

nine?" I said, a bit confused.

As she pushed me out the door she winked at me and said,

"Servicing three of the staff per day, starting at oh-nine hundred."

I don't remember the drive home as all I did was replay the

afternoon in my mind and smile like an idiot. Well, a happy, grinning idiot. I
was looking forward to some weekend reading and a little uniform shopping
before starting work on Monday.

Friday evening after the interview went by in a blur, or

more of a daze I guess. After a couple of hours staring at the ceiling
wondering if I was still in the same reality, I realized the truth: my reality
had, in fact, changed. Picking up the booklet given to me by the HR Rep, Ms.
Olson, I took a deep breath and started to read. Some of the material was
plain, for example, requirements for my workout regimen, typically working
hours, parking, security procedures, and general responsibilities akin to those
of a building manager. However, as I expected, other parts were anything but
plain.

The Provider of Building Services, PBS, is responsible

for meeting the sexual needs of the female staff of Foxx Inc according the
rules, procedures, and customs identified herein. Every day a certain number
(controlled by HR) of randomly selected women have access to the PBS spaces via
key card. While more than one woman may be in the spaces at a time, the doors
will only permit access to women on the services roster for that day.

I wondered who, if anyone, checked up on this in practice.

Limiting access helped with privacy to some extent, but someone had to know.
Most likely security, but I supposed you have to trust someone. I read on.

Unless expressly permitted by additional guidance (e.g.,

Special Circumstances), the PBS shall provide services described herein strictly
within the confines of the PBS spaces.

One particularly interesting section was about staff key

cards. Usage of one card was something that probably should have been moved to
my security indoc. A set of tri-graphs on the front of the badge indicated
clearances, and these were to be matched with door mounted placards prior to
attempting entry to a secure space. Attempting access to an unauthorized space
was a security violation.

A second key card had a completely different set of

tri-graphs.

As there are situations in which the PBS may find himself

engaging in an act with a staff member without prior discussion, tri-graphs on
the reverse indicate acceptable acts without prior agreement.

Wow, I stopped reading and mused about how that situation

might, er, arise. I flipped to the back of the booklet and read over some of
the codes. They were numerous, and included "VSX", "ASX",
"OSX", "FOX". These stood for, as you might have guessed,
vaginal sex, anal, oral and fellatrix (sort of). There were a couple dozen of
these, catering to most sexual acts I'd either done or thought of. I supposed I
had better keep the 'decoder ring' nearby for the first few weeks to be sure I
didn't misstep. Then there were some modifiers, such as:

When servicing staff members wearing blue or black

lipstick, ejaculation, should it take place, is to be inside the woman's mouth.

What a place to go to work!

The PBS shall shower after each encounter and log in his

work calendar when complete. This is so the next woman desiring to take
advantage of the service has a good idea of when to show up after a sufficient
rest period.

I wondered how the duration of my rest period was to be

determined, then I shrugged. Something to worry about later.

Special circumstances. From time to time there may be

modifications to these rules put forward for specific periods of time. The
terms and conditions of these events will be published ahead of time so as to
prevent confusion. As an example, quarterly a "Free Use" day event is
held. On such days, subject to the specific terms of the day, the PBS may make
sexual use of any staff member wearing a blue or black dress or skirt without
prior agreement. This may occur at any time, in any part of the building. The
PBS alone is responsible for ensuring no embarrassment befalls
Foxx Inc. as a result. For example, it would not be appropriate to engage a
staff member in intercourse or have her perform fellatio, while visible on a
conference call with persons outside of the firm.

As if things could not get any stranger, here I was reading

about how my new place of work had days with sex on demand for myself as well!
Once again, wow.

Weekends. In the unusual event that staff are scheduled

to work hours in the office on a weekend or holiday, the PBS will be paid on an
exponential scale according to how many staff are serviced during the time.
There are no access limits during these times.

In general the PBS should expect from three to six visits

per day. If the PBS is unable to provide service on request, this will be
logged and the staff member provided a 'rain check.' Repeated inability to
provide service may be grounds for termination. Based on past history, the PBS
is discouraged from personal sexual relationships as well as masturbation on
days prior to work (aka, school nights).

Having finished most of the reading, the thought of rubbing

one out did cross my mind. However, I decided to take a pause and look forward
to Monday. Besides, there were things I needed to take care of.

For one, I needed a place to live now that I had a job. I

scoured some real estate sites and made some appointments for weekend viewings.
It was time to leave my parents, though at least I'd still be living nearby.

For another, I needed appropriate attire for work as

described by Ms. Olson. I searched for uniform retailers and identified several
in town. I also still had my submarine coveralls, which had the advantages of
comfort and ease of access. I figured my underwear selection needed a boost as
well, so some department stores got added to the list.

After night's sleep punctuated by reliving my encounter with

Ms. Olson, my Saturday was filled with visits to apartments (I didn't have
enough stuff to warrant a whole house) and stops at uniform suppliers. On the
second try I found exactly what I was looking for: a wide variety of uniforms,
and custom made at that. The staff took my measurements before having me page
through their on-line catalog of uniforms. Auto repair shops, custodial staff,
HVAC companies, plumbing companies, and even a couple security companies. If
they thought it strange I was ordering all kinds of different clothes, they
didn't say anything about it. And though I was eager to tell someone of my good
fortune, I did not. I did, however, tell them of my need to have at least one
available on Monday, one on Tuesday, and the rest soon after. And with
appropriate name badges, which were just random male names instead of mine
alone. Although it would cost 50% more, they said they could deliver.

It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that the perfect apartment

crossed my path. The building was a new mixed development, with reasonably
spacious apartments in the floors over retail stores and restaurants. Best of
all it was located only a couple miles from Foxx Inc. There were a couple of
furnished units and I could move in at once. I called my Dad and told him I'd
stop by in a couple of days, but that I was moving to an apartment across town.
My parents were out of town on vacation, and I didn't want to surprise them
when they came home and found me gone.

I drove my small amount of belongings across town, signed

the paperwork, provided my deposits, received my keys and moved in.

My first uniform, that of an HVAC tech from a local company,

arrived Sunday in the late afternoon. It fit perfectly and sported the name
"Joe" on the tag.

Early Monday morning I went for a run and had some breakfast

before heading to Foxx Inc. There was no way I was going to be late, let alone
on my first day, and I arrived a good thirty minutes early. Unlike late Friday
afternoon, the parking complex was quite full. Upon entering I noticed the
assigned spots, only there was a new sign. It read "T Jeffries, PBS".
I parked there, and rather than sit in the car until 0 900, and I went on into
the building.

Again, unlike Friday afternoon, the reception desk was

manned. Well, that's not actually correct. A young woman, who could not have
been more than nineteen, sat attentively behind the desk. She was looking right
at me when I came through the doors. She stood at once and came around the
desk, hand extended. "Hello," she paused and looked at my name badge
with some confusion, "Are you the new PBS, Joe?"

I shook her hand and nodded, my blue-gray uniform appearing

to be on point. I said, "In the flesh." To my surprise, she blushed,
but did not say anything else. I continued, "I'm afraid I don't know the
first thing I'm supposed to do. Do you have any ideas? Or maybe, Ms.
Olson?"

She shook her head and smiled, "Forgive me. I'm Allie.

And yes, I do have the plan for your first day. If you will follow me?"
She then turned and took me down the same path I had taken on Friday. Entering
what I figured was now my office, she said, "Please take a seat and I'll
let security know you are here."

I nodded, then did as she asked. Sitting down I opened up

the small fridge behind the desk and found several bottles of water, Coke Zero,
Diet Mountain Dew and pineapple juice. I was once again impressed at their
knowledge of things that would not be documented anywhere, namely my choice of
low calorie drinks. Then I smiled when I thought back to Ms. Olson's comment
about pineapple juice. I took one and opened it. No sooner had I done that when
the door opened and a woman, guessing in her late twenties, entered the room.
She was average height, somewhere less than five and a half feet, slim build,
with dark brown hair and eyes. She was wearing a black shirt and slacks and the
badge around her neck identified her as Susan Moss, site security. Her face was
angular and sharp, maybe indicating some Native American heritage. She was
quite good looking. The look in her eyes was, well, hungry. I stood and
extended a hand. She read my name tag and said, "Joe? I didn't think that
was your name." She shook my hand with a firm grip, then shrugged.
"I'll need a photo ID before generating your badge."

I nodded and pulled out my wallet, handing her my very new

Florida driver's license. She then sat her backpack on the table and withdrew a
device which she plugged into one of the computer's USB ports. Then she surprised
me, though she shouldn't have. "If you don't mind taking a seat?" she
said.

I nodded and sat down, still not having said a word since

the receptionist. And then she surprised me by sitting down on my lap as she
logged into the system and started work. Thinking it was a good idea, I put my
hands on her hips. I was sure it was only going to be seconds before she felt
me start to harden against her ass.

As she scanned my ID and continued to work through pages she

wiggled her ass against my growing erection and said, "One of the best
things about security is that I'm always the first stop for the new guy."

"First stop?" I said.

"He speaks!" she said. "Yes. There's some

forty of us here, and that could mean two to three weeks before everyone gets
to, well, try you out." She wiggled again, and now I was at full mast.
"But not security, got to get you badged straightaway."

Her fingers typed at a furious pace and then there was a

pause. She handed me her badges over her shoulder. "I assume you read the
book?"

"I was a nuclear trained operator, so when I'm told to

read a book you can bet I did."

She laughed. "Then I'll just say, your choice, though I

do need to keep an eye on this process for the next 10 to 15 minutes." She
looked over her shoulder, then stood and bent over the desk.

Looking at the badge I read a number of tri-graphs.

Fortunately, the meaning of a few of them came to quickly: BST (breast
squeezing and kneading), CIP (come in cunt), and OSX (my providing oral sex).
However, given her current position, I decided straight up sex was what she was
most likely interested in. Standing up, I reached around and started to
unbutton her shirt as I ground my hips into her ass. I was sure she could feel
my hardness as I did so. A few moments later her shirt was open and I unhooked
her bra, freeing her nicely sized breasts for my grasp. I spent some time
fondling her before nuzzling her neck and sucking on an earlobe. She purred,
though she kept her arms on the table, striking a key every now and then as the
status bar very slowly worked its way up from 0%.

Reluctantly leaving her very taut nipples, I unbuckled her

belt, then unfastened and unzipped her slacks before pushing them and her
underwear down to her knees. One of my hands returned to her lovely breasts as
the other reached down between her legs. Her hair felt groomed but not shaved,
and her cunt was wet. I groaned in her ear, "Ready for me already?"

"I've been ready since I got here at eight this

morning."

As she finished that sentence my fingers spread her apart

and I pushed myself into her fully in a slow, pleasurable stroke. Leaving her
breast again I turned her face toward me. "Sorry, I didn't remember if you
were wearing lipstick."

She smiled, then turned back to the computer. "I'm not,

Joe, because I really enjoy it when a man starts to lose control inside me.
Gets me off every time."

By this point I had started to fuck her quite soundly. From

her words I figured she wasn't so much into a slow tryst as much as a galloping
fuck. I did my best to oblige her.

The whole while I was pounding her warm, wet and pliant

cunt, she continued to monitor the status of the computer, even typing every
now and then even as I repeatedly sheathed myself inside her. Though not talking
to me, she was moaning and her breathing was quickening. My hands full of her
breasts, I held myself within her completely and paused my hips. She brushed
her hair out of her face and looked at me over her shoulder. "I'm ready to
finish whenever you are ready to cum in my cunt, Joe," said hoarsely.
Still looking at me I reached up and held her chin so I could kiss her even as
I pulled back and gave her another deep stroke. She moaned heavily into my
mouth, and I did it again. Breaking the kiss she said in a husky voice,
"Fuck me, please."

Not having any intention of making her wait, I placed both

hands on her hips and adjusted my position for the final stretch. As I did, and
kept fucking her, she said, "The badge is printing." Holding her in
place I quickly accelerated my pace and knew that I would come soon. My pace
picked up and I was sure she could tell.

"Damn you feel good! I'm going to come soon," I

grunted as I fucked her, quickly losing control of my movements. She could
tell.

"Fuck me Joe!" she barked, "let go and come

inside me!"

As my hips got a bit more frantic she moaned loudly,

"Um, I'm coming!"

As her breath caught and she clenched around me, I felt

myself peak as well, "Coming!" I grunted, and then bucked into her
uncontrollably as I started to fill her cunt. The wonderful feeling went on for
a good while, and the whole time she rewarded my efforts with a wonderful moan
and "yes" sounds. I sat down, holding her to me such that I was still
deep inside as I started to soften.

She typed in a few more things to the machine, then pulled

her card and turned her head to me, kissing me firmly and thoroughly.
"I'll be back with your badge in a few minutes or so," she said, then
gave me another satisfied lover's kiss before she stood and I slipped out of
her. I watched as she dressed and strode out of the room before I duck-walked
to the door that led to my own restroom and shower.

After refreshing myself I sat down and waited for Susan to

return. To my surprise, Ms. Olson came through the door. It was not lost on me
that once again she was wearing dark blue lipstick. She licked those lips and
gave me an appraising look. "Very nice, Joe. Where did you get the
uniform?"

I told her the story of the uniform shop and she smiled.

"Well done, but you'll need to expense that to the firm of course. Have
Cindy show you how when she sets up your account later."

As I nodded, Susan came through the door, twirling a badge

around a finger. She stopped when she saw Ms. Olson. "Just stopping by to
deliver his badge," the security lady said.

Ms. Olson raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "And

security's appraisal of our new building services provider?"

Susan handed me my badge and turned to the somewhat

officious acting HR rep, "Happy to report fulfilled and filled," she
winked at me, "and in that order." Ms. Olson nodded, and Susan
flashed me a smile on her way out the door.

Ms. Olson sat on my desk and smiled at me. "Off to a

good start. Very nice," she said. Then she unbuttoned her jacket, parted
it, and lifted her once again sheer blouse to bare her breasts to me. "I
wish I could enjoy you now, but the doctor has you next." I took her
breasts in my hands firmly squeezing them and quickly latching on to a nipple
and lightly biting down. She moaned in approval and after a few moments I
switched to the other while continuing to pinch the first. She stroked the back
of my head, holding me to her breast as I repeated the move again. Then she
pushed me back and kissed me hard, her firm nipples pressing into me. She
reached down and felt my stiffening cock through my trousers. "Mr.
Jeffries, although I have you started at three, would you be opposed to my
visiting you when you are finished with it?"

I pulled her to me and gave her another kiss, my hands still

pinching her nipples and squeezing her wonderful tits. "It does seem
appropriate to check in with my hiring manager at the end of my first
day," I said.

She nudged me away and then straightened her clothes, also

checking her makeup in the mirror and wiping a bit of lipstick off my lips.
"Very good Mr. Jeffries. I'll check back at the end of the day." She
turned to go, then said over her shoulder, "By the way, Ms. Jenkins is
quite particular."

"Ms. Jenkins?" I asked.

"Our on-site physician," she winked at me,

"She is here several days a month, and when she is she is considered a
member of the Firm."

I smiled, "Of course she is."

"We offer comprehensive medical insurance, and quality

medical care starts with full knowledge of a patient's history." She put
her hand on the door handle, "And a complete physical, of course."

"Of course," I said quietly.

As she put her hand on the door handle she looked back at

me, "By the way, I suppose Shaggy and Velma were before your time?"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Spend a little time on google so you'll know what I'm

talking about," she said, then winked and left the room.

"Sure," I said to no one in particular.

In the next twenty minutes I downed a bottle of water and

another bottle of pineapple juice. There were some binders on the shelves and I
removed one named 'Overview' and sat down to browse through it. The binder
contained a table of contents and what looked like dozens of plastic sleeved
schematics and pages of text. I leafed through descriptions of electrical and
plumbing systems, reports on past contractor performance, information on
current custodial staff, specifications of the food preparation equipment and
all of the building safety systems. The Byzantine floor layouts were also
included, complete with labeled diagrams of the various security systems and
door access points. Power supplies for these were indicated, along with
failsafe conditions and emergency criteria. Searching for something that could
be a physicians office or a nurse's station, there was an office located on
this very floor labeled "Medical." Examining the map I was able to
figure out how I could get there from my current location; provided of course
my key card worked.

It was at this time that I noticed there were a number of

tri graphs on the reverse of my badge. Some of them were familiar, others I
would need to consult the book to decipher.

At 10 30 my office door opened and a woman leaned in and

looked at me. "Mr. Jeffries?"

I nodded and stood. She strode over to me and extended a hand

and said, "Angela Jenkins, nurse practitioner."

I shook her hand, "Tom Jeffries."

She looked at my quizzically, "I know. Please follow

me."

I was a bit taken aback by her actions, but said nothing. I

followed her out the door, past the receptionist and through another door. This
led to a very small room with two chairs and a small table. On the table was a
clipboard with what looked to be several pieces of paper. She gestured to one
of the chairs and said, "Please take a seat." She waited for me to do
so, and then she added, "I want to be very clear and honest with you, Mr.
Jeffries. This exam will include some rather blatantly sexual portions. While I
don't believe that is a surprise, I am willing to let you know ahead of time in
each case."

To my surprise, I found that aspect particularly exciting. I

replied using a tone I hoped was similar to her somewhat formal one, "I
would appreciate it if you did so."

She smiled broadly, "Very good then. I'll be sure to.

Now, please review the materials as they describe the procedures we will cover
today, and then complete the medical history questionnaire as best you can.
Please knock on the door when you are ready."

This odd introduction ended, she walked out of the room. It

was only then that I reflected on what she looked like. Dark brown hair, a
curvy figure, just a bit shorter than myself, with a brilliant smile, aquiline
features, and perhaps the most intense eyes I had ever encountered. Her hair
was in a tight bun, her light pink dress one that buttoned down the front.

I picked up the clipboard, shaking my head at the rather

insane working conditions I found myself in. A path to something even more odd
wasn't possible, or so I thought until I started to read the medical exam
description. It was only a bulleted list. The first several things were obvious
and expected: vital signs, blood samples, urine samples, review of medical
history, immunization status, and more things I expected. And then came the
rest of the list: 100% visual survey of skin for unusual moles, lesions, etc.,
testicular cancer examination, prostate exam, sexual function test and sperm
sample. Yes, I was a bit surprised, but mostly by this time the surprise was
limited to 'how does she plan to do this?'

The medical history was typical and required little more

than a lot of short answers and box checking. I knocked on the door fifteen
minutes later.

To be continued

By PtmcPilot for Literotica

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