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Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 6

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Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 6
Free Use Friday Jayce roams the building, initiating public sex acts,
while the ladies pretend he s not there.

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I awoke earlier than normal on Friday morning, eager to get

to Foxx Inc so as not to miss out on even a minute. I was sitting in the
entrance waiting area, attired in a suit and tie and sporting a nametag bearing
'Jayce', a good fifteen minutes before anyone else arrived. Shortly past 0 700
I got an email from Ms Olson. It was titled 'Friday.' Opening it I found
everyone but myself was bcc'd. It was a short note that simply read "FuF
rules are confirmed and in effect until C O B today. Those not wishing to
passively participate are required to avoid potential situations or exit as
needed." I wasn't entirely sure what that last part meant, but given I was
definitely not the passive participant for today, it clearly did not apply to
me.

I sat in the large room with a notepad and a coffee. As

women arrived, I took note of who was wearing black or blue. The first to
arrive in a black dress was Ms Cartwright from accounting. I moved to stand in
front of her and she stopped, staring right past me. I lifted her secondary
badge, noted the tri-graphs, and stepped back out of her way. It was almost
like I had briefly put her in a trance. Over the next hour I repeated this
procedure a total of four more times. Five women had decided to play, and my
first task was to initiate the game.

List in hand, I made my way to Ms Maddox' office. I found

her sitting at her desk, apparently checking email. I walked up behind her and
unbuttoned her blouse before sliding it off her shoulders. I then unhooked and
removed her bra before spending a good couple of minutes kneading her breasts
and sucking at her nipples. Then I threw her bra into my bag and left her
office.

I repeated this scene four more times, or actually three,

because one of the women was already without a bra when I found her. Cindy from
I T, who I knew as 'Ms Velma', was sitting in her office having a discussion
with another woman who I noticed was not wearing black. Ms Velma, however, was
wearing a purple sweater and a black skirt. "Amanda I really don't know
what to tell you," Ms Velma said.

The other woman, who I knew as Amanda Stevens from

operations, seemed a bit surprised to see me before realizing what was about to
happen and she stood up. Ms Velma said, "Amanda, where are you going?
Don't you want to talk about this?"

Ms Stevens looked at me, back at Ms Velma, and meekly retook

her seat. I tried to ignore her as I lifted Ms Velma's sweater to find her big
triple D tits already bare, and her nips rapidly hardening. I immediately
started to knead them, latching on aggressively to the taut buds atop her tits.
Ms Stevens cleared her throat, then said, "It's just that Jane isn't
pulling her weight and it's dragging down my team."

Ms Velma moaned as I gave her breasts my full attention, and

I stole a look at Ms Stevens, who appeared equal parts shocked, embarrassed,
and turned on by the scene before her. My mission here accomplished, I
reluctantly let go of her very large and soft tits and walked to the door. I
noted she was resuming her discussion as she pulled down her sweater, every bit
in character like nothing had just happened.

Having finished the opening phase of today's game with some

luscious breast play, I headed back to my office to finalize my plans.

The list of participants consisted of the following women:

Ms Maddox, Ms Velma, Ms Cartwright, Mandy Thomas (who I

called Ms Mandy after another crazy introduction), and Ms Jenkins.

I checked the schedules for the various women, and it didn't

take me long to decide that Ms Jenkins, our on-site nurse, would be my first of
the day. She was on site once or twice a week, and our paths had not crossed
since my first day at the firm. On that occasion she'd coaxed a sizable sperm
sample from me, later telling Ms Olson that she was disappointed she hadn't
been able to 'collect' that ejaculation with her mouth. In my mind I relived
the exam from that day and soon enough found myself hard and ready to go. It
only seemed fair to deliver what was likely to be my biggest load of the day to
the nurse who had waited so patiently to receive it. Arriving at her office, I
found her in discussion with another woman I recognized, but one who was not on
today's, er, agenda. Ms Jenkins was seated behind her desk, and from the few
seconds of conversation I gathered they were consulting on something. However,
upon seeing me enter the room, the other woman excused herself, "Angela,
if it's okay with you, I'll come back a little later to finish this."

Ms Jenkins nodded, "Certainly Sarah, my calendar's up

to date." And with that Ms Reese (Angela) stood and left the office
without so much as a glance in my direction. Ms Jenkins locked her desktop and
picked up an iPad. Suddenly struck by the idea of a CFNM fantasy, I removed all
my clothes, placing them on the empty chair vacated by Ms Reese. I then lifted
her blouse to play with her titties as I put her hand on my swiftly stiffening
cock. Staying in character, she didn't look at me or say anything, but she did
lick her hand to provide some lubrication as she started to stroke me. I was
struck by another inspiration, and I pulled away from her briefly to rifle the
drawers and find some lube. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for,
and then I took her other hand from the iPad and squeezed some lube on her
fingers. I placed her fingers up against my ass, and without acknowledging me,
she continued to look past me as she slowly worked a finger into me and started
to massage my prostate. I figured if I was going to give her a load, I ought to
do my best to make it worth her while.

Though I was enjoying having my hands full of her breasts as

she stroked me, that wasn't what I was after. Taking a fist full of hair at the
back of her head, I guided her mouth to me. She still didn't say anything, but
she did start to lick and suck me. After a few minutes I let go of her hair and
again filled both hands with her breasts, squeezing her nipples as I did. She
was breathing more heavily around my cock, and her fingers were working their
magic on my prostate. It was the beginning of the day, and I didn't see any
reason to keep the lady waiting. Through moans and groans, I let her know I was
getting close, and then at exactly the right time she powerfully stroked my
frenulum with her tongue, and I exploded in her mouth with my hands still
groping her tits. It was a very strong orgasm and it continued for a good
amount of time. Satisfied I had delivered on that debt, I let the Ms Jenkins
slowly nurse my softening cock until I was sure she had swallowed everything I
could offer.

Breathing heavily, I eventually pulled out of her mouth and

moved away from her penetrating fingers. Redressing, I left her sitting with
her breasts still bare, one hand sloppy with lube, and a belly full of my come.
It was a good start to the day. She was smiling as I walked out.

Back in the office, there were some things that needed

attention. A couple of services contracts, an email or two from the boss
ladies, and a quick shower to reset my playing field for the next appointment
of the day. At that moment Ms Velma was prominent in my mind, and it didn't
take long to realize I really wanted to make good use of her huge titties
before lunch. I waited a little more than an hour before making my way to the
IT offices.

Ms Velma was in her office, sitting on her couch moving

through something on her iPad at ridiculous speed. I went over to her, lay down
and put my head on her lap before lifting her sweater and commencing to feast
on her titties. Squeezing, kneading, tweaking, sucking and licking, it was a
boob lovers paradise, and her sweater puppies were quite off the chart. After
some time, she sat the device down and leaned back into the couch. At this
point you could assume she was staying in character and just relaxing for a
bit, except for the nearly continuous sighs and moans my efforts were
eliciting. A glance at the clock told me I'd been mauling her tits for over
fifteen minutes. I unbuckled my trousers, withdrew my hard dick, and she
started to stroke me as soon as I placed her hand on it.

I let her continue until her strokes became more insistent,

then I at last disengaged from her breasts and stood. Bending her over the end
of the couch, I tossed her skirt up onto her back and guided myself into her
thoroughly wet snatch. She groaned as I bottomed out, then I took her big
titties in both hands, took firm grip of her nipples, and began to pound her
into tomorrow. I've mentioned Ms Velma is a thicc lady, and I knew the fucking
I was delivering wasn't bothering her in the least. Quite to the contrary, as
my efforts were rewarded with all manner of grunts and groans which were quite
out of character for today. Not that I minded.

A few minutes later she made a squeak, slapped the arm of

the couch, gripped it firmly, and started to twitch. My work accomplished, I
joined her straightaway, pumping her full with my second delivery of the day.
Once finished, I remained inside her for a couple minutes, enjoying the feel of
her for a bit longer. But at last I had to go, and I nonchalantly redressed,
noting she was still bent over the couch as I left her office.

After a quick shower I pondered lunch and my next, ah,

delivery.

I emailed Ms Mandy and asked her about her lunch plans. To

her credit, she didn't ask me why. She replied quickly that she would be in the
second floor break room having some leftovers around 11 hundred. That gave me
about an hour to freshen up, hydrate, and relive the first time I got to enjoy
Ms Mandy. It was a couple of weeks ago when Ms Olson told me I would getting a
special visit. What that meant was the dynamic duo of Mandy and Candy. Both
unicorns: single, bisexual women who happened to also be quite attractive. I'll
tell the story another time, but what's important to know is the memory of
those two that afternoon, and Mandy's snapping cunt, had me on my way to hard
even after two great climaxes.

Shortly after 11 hundred I sauntered into the break room on

the second floor to find, unsurprisingly, both Mandy and Candy. But to my
surprise, Ms Candy was now sporting black slacks, which she hadn't been
earlier. She was also wearing black lipstick and chewing what appeared to be
half a pack of bubbleyum. As I entered neither woman looked at me, though Ms
Candy was smiling and licking her lips.

I turned and locked the door.

Ms Candy said, "Why'd you lock the door?"

Ms Mandy shrugged and took another bite of her lunch, which

smelled great. "I thought we might want to have a private
discussion."

Candy nodded and smiled. "I was going to get lunch in

the cafe later. What did you want to talk about?"

Mandy shrugged, "I'm sure we'll think of

something."

During this brief exchange, I had lifted Mandy to her feet,

removed her skirt (no panties), and took off my slacks as well. I left Mandy
standing and moved to Candy. She needed no guidance to take my nearly stiff
cock in her mouth. Like many women in the firm, she was a practiced and
enthusiastic fellatrix. I reached over and pinched Mandy's nipples. She said,
"Were you thinking of a protein drink?"

Candy pulled off me momentarily to reply, "I was kind

of hoping for that, but sometimes you can't get what you want."

Mandy bent and took another bite as I twisted a nipple. She

inhaled sharply, then let it out slowly. "Too true. I brought this but I'm
still hoping for a nice warm sausage."

Now that I was hard, I turned Mandy's chair around and sat

in it, then pulled her down on my cock. She was now facing Candy and mounting
me astride. I now turned my efforts to snacking on her nipples. Mandy had
smallish breasts, but the most important thing to me was partner
responsiveness. Her nips were like tiny pink eraser tips, and they were
connected directly to the orgasm center of her brain.

Candy asked, "Care to share if you do?"

As I licked and tugged Mandy's nipples with my teeth and

tongue, and she clamped down hard on my dick. When she wanted to, she had the
tightest cunt ever.

I began slowly bouncing Mandy on my cock as I continued my

attention to her nips. Candy cleared her throat, "You know I can tell when
you're doing Kegels, right?"

Pinching one nipple and sucking and nibbling the other,

Mandy forgot about her lunch. She moaned rather obviously, and said,
"Never a, ugh, bad time for exercise. Mmm."

Having already climaxed twice, I was feeling somewhat in

control, though it wasn't easy with Mandy unpredictably squeezing my cock with
an insane rippling sensation. Sometimes on the way up, sometimes on the way
down. But through it all I kept firm control of her nipples. I could not see Candy,
but the smacking of the gum stopped and I heard her chair back up. "Well,
seeing as you locked the door to do your, um, exercises over lunch, you make me
want to help."

I looked up to see Candy lean down and take Mandy's face in

her hands and land a solid lip lock on her. The two of them moaned and Candy
slid a hand down Mandy's belly and right to her clit. The combined effect was
to push Mandy right over the edge. And then it happened a second and third
time. At the end of this the constant vigorous Kegel massage of my dick had me
right on the edge. I lifted Mandy clear of my cock, and as it slapped against
my belly I guided Candy right to it. No sooner was I in her mouth than I
erupted. Maybe it was the whole scene, but I felt like I came a bucket.

When Candy finished sucking me dry, she immediately kissed

Mandy, "Always great to meet for lunch," she said.

Guiding Mandy to her still unsteady feet, I started to

redress. "What do you know," she began,"we both got what we were
looking for."

I unlocked the door and started to exit. Another woman,

Jenny Soo, was there. I pulled the door shut behind me. "They'll need a
minute." Her gaze shifted from me, to the door, and back to me. She nodded
then turned away.

I stopped in the cafe on the way back to my office, aware

that I no doubt smelled of sex but with too much of an appetite to really care.
I got a sandwich from the grab 'n go and returned to my office. I was surprised
to find Ms Olson sitting on my couch. I noted she, at least, had not changed
attire.

She gave me her trademark cat got the canary grin, and said,

"My sources tell me you are having quite the day. What's your view?"

I sat down, took out two bottles of water and started to

unwrap my lunch. I returned her look with my best version of it. "I have to
say, the whole scenario is a hell of a turn on."

She smirked, "You have what, two to go?" She

looked at her watch, "And more than four hours to do it."

I swallowed a big bite, "Two, yes, if no one changes

their mind."

An eyebrow rose, she said, "I see my sources are

somewhat lacking, Mr Jeffries." She leaned forward, her blouse falling
away to give another awesome view. "Care to let me know?"

"I met Ms Mandy and Ms Candy for lunch. Well, in their

words, Mandy had a warm sausage and Candy had to, ah, settle, for a protein
shake."

"The minx," she said, still smiling as she stood.

"Enjoy the rest of the day."

As the door closed behind her I said to myself, "Not

possible not to."

The sandwich, which would have certainly been average on any

other day, was awesome after the exertions of the morning. I again showered,
dressed, and took a nap with my alarm set for 14 hundred. Ms Cartwright had a
workout in her future.

Shortly after 14 hundred I walked into her office, where she

appeared to have just started a meeting with another woman. I went over, took
her hand and guided her to her feet.

"Jenny, where are you going?" The woman asked.

"Uh, urgent restroom break. We can reschedule," Ms

Cartwright replied as we walked out of her office.

Oh, I may have neglected to tell you about the new tri-graph

I found on her badge this morning. All by itself were the three letters
"SOB." I was sure I'd never seen it before, and a quick check on the
intranet site confirmed that. This new one, which stood for "Sex
Object," had been added only yesterday. Now, you may be thinking "Sex
Object" was what's been happening all day to that point, but not quite.

I walked her to my office, whereupon she stayed right where

I left her. After closing the door, I slowly removed her clothes and hung them
in my closet. I left my shirt on, but removed my slacks and shoes. I laid a
towel on my couch and led her to her knees in front of that spot. I sat down in
front of her and guided her mouth to my only half stiff cock. I put her hands
behind her back and fondled her breasts as she started to suck me. While she
typically wanted me to fuck her face, I figured the SOB wouldn't mind doing
something she typically didn't opt for.

As she worked me with her tongue, I sat back and checked

emails. Yes, I do believe this is the best way to perform that task. She was
active, bobbing her head, licking the length of my shaft, flicking her tongue
against my frenulum, and doing a good number of other things I couldn't quite
pin down.

I let her continue until I felt I could actually come, then

I stood and led her over to sit on the couch. I put her ass right on the edge,
then lifted her legs to put her knees against her shoulders. Putting her elbows
under her knees to hold her legs back, she surprised me by almost putting her
feet behind her head. Then I slid her hands downward and had her hold her labia
spread wide. If you search for 'Viennese oyster' you should get a decent
visual.

While I had planned to just dive in, after all I was interested

in enjoying her enjoying herself as well, presented as such with a nice wet
cunt, I plunged my cock into her instead. Up until now she'd been staring
straight ahead, no acknowledgement of what we were doing. But as I slammed into
her, her eyes rolled and she let out a low moan. I fucked her hard, for about
three or four minutes, until I felt I was close. Time for some oyster.

I pulled out and immediately dropped to my knees and pushed

my face against her as hard as I could so I could get my tongue as deep as
possible. I added a couple of fingers (this position makes her g-spot nicely
accessible), and proceeded to give her a thorough tongue lashing. However, I
paused regularly to keep her from coming. After several minutes I stopped,
stood, and rearranged her so that she was in a kind of fetal position but with
her arms wrapped around her legs. Her cunt and ass were again nicely
accessible. Using a soft touch I had her close her eyes and I went to get
something from my desk.

Rejoining her, I inserted the lube applicator into her ass

without preamble. She groaned as I did. Dropping it on the floor I pushed my
not quite fully had cock back into her cunt and started to fuck her slowly and
deeply. I figured this would get both of us close, but not to the finish. Soon
enough, she was moaning with desire and frustration, and I was fully hard and
starting to get close. A few more strokes in her cunt and I hit that point
where I knew I was going to come. At once I pulled out of her cunt and all but
slammed into her ass. I came a couple of strokes later, grunting in
satisfaction, and barking out "fuck!" as I pumped her full. Her own
groan, and delightfully clenching asshole, signaled she was right there with
me.

I waited until I was nearly soft before withdrawing and

going into the washroom to clean up. When I came out and started to dress, she
was still in position on the couch. I led her to her feet, had her open her
eyes, which definitely said "Umm," and slapped her ass to move her
toward the closet. She took her clothes and went into the washroom. I was at my
desk when she came out a little while later, walked over to me, and planted a
full open mouth kiss on me for what must have been a full minute. As she broke
the kiss I reached down her blouse and pinched a nipple, for which I was
rewarded with squeak. "Bad SOB," I said with a smile. She gave me an
appraising look, then a long wink, and then she turned to go. I checked the
time, 14 30. Making it back to stature by 16 hundred for Ms Maddox was going to
be a challenge, but then something occurred to me. Smiling to myself I knocked
back a bottle of water and some pineapple juice, then took to the couch for a
nap before my last call. Ms Cartwright might not be done for the day after all.

I awakened instantly to my alarm, a behavior deeply

ingrained by a few years on board ship. Unless I was physically unable to do
so, a loud noise, alarm or such would bring me fully alert in a moment. Really
bad things like fires might be rare on subs, but shit can, and does, happen.

It was 16 15 and Ms Maddox was on the menu as the last

course of the day. I'd only been with her twice, the first being a romp in the
gym when I didn't even know who she was. She was tall, athletic, toned, and
could be a dynamo when she wanted to. I hadn't intended for her to be last,
though to be fair someone had to be. Not having much of a plan, I tussled my
hair, straightened my clothes and left my office. First stop was Ms
Cartwright's office, just in case a fluffer proved necessary. SOB collected, we
walked to Ms Maddox's office. I had my potential sex aid stand beside the
office door, and the nearby executive assistant looked up at her, and said,
"Do you need to see the boss, Jenny?"

She shook her head, then said, "Nope, I'm just going to

hang out here in case I'm needed."

"Needed for what, exactly?"

Jenny, Ms Cartwright, just shrugged and stayed in place. I

went into the office. Inside I found Ms Maddox pacing her carpet angrily. Her
fists were clenched, and upon hearing the door click she spun, no doubt to
demand the exit of the intruder. However, her gaze swept over me and her
features instantly, and only momentarily, relaxed. After all, there really
wasn't an intruder.

She turned her head and pushed her hair back, showing me a

Bluetooth earpiece, which currently displayed a blue light. Her fists clenched
again and she tapped the device and the light went dark. "I don't care how
badly your company wants to prime the Escher opportunity, Carol, don't go up
against us on this one. You'll lose." Well, the boss lady was keyed up.
Time to get to work.

She was wearing a black skirt, which I removed as she

continued to have her high tense discussion with the other party. Hanging it in
the closet, I looked around her office until I found her workout gear and then
a small towel. I placed this across  the middle of her desk in front of
her chair, then cleared a few things from the opposite side. As I guided her up
onto the desk and sat her bare ass on the towel, I recall her ending the phone
call with, "If that's your final decision Carol, remember, there's no I in
team, but there is a 'u' in fuck." She actually said this last bit quite
calmly, which was probably disorienting on the other end.

I sat in the chair in front of her and put her feet up on

the arms. "Damn it," she spat. "Jackie," she yelled,
"get Carlton on the line."

I hadn't had the chance to go down on Ms Maddox the last

time we'd been together, so I stroked the inside of her thighs as I examined
her cunt. She was an outie, with, in my experience, longer than average labia
and a prominent, though perhaps not exactly large, clit. As I took her lips
between my fingers and started to move them back and forth to stroke her clit,
she moaned heavily and rested back on her elbows. This had the added effect of
giving me even better access.

Boss lady was always in control, but when I licked her clit

she suddenly reacted out of character, "Shit!" she yelped. Then she
said, "Oh, sorry Bill. I managed to stub my toe right as we were
connected."

After a couple of minutes her clit was a solid nub, maybe

half an inch long, and it was too good a target to pass up. Pulling her labia
wide to pull on it, I put my lips around her clit and slid them down, slowly
moving my tongue against her. Somehow she didn't make a noise, but her right
hand beat against her desk. I was stroking her entrapped clit with my tongue as
her conversation continued. Then she gave me a slight tap on the head and I
looked up. She gave me a 'pause gesture', and I let go of her bits. She smiled,
and was nodding as she tapped her earpiece again. "Thanks for that
Bill," she said, "We're ready to discuss being exclusive on
Escher." She laughed, "Of course I was just on the phone with her,
weren't you?"

Seeing that I had a moment or two, I noticed I wasn't close

to hard enough to service her. Time for SOB round two for backup. I lifted Ms
Maddox's legs from the chair, stood up and put her legs back down. I went to
the door, standing to the side so no one saw me, and reached for Ms Cartwright.
I took hold of her arm and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind
her.

As I led her to and then under the desk, she didn't react

and remained a good SOB. I sat back down in the chair, had Ms Cartwright take
me in her mouth to start her fluffer action, and positioned Ms Maddox for her
finale.

I was stroking her inner thighs, quite high up, still

careful to stay away from her actual bits. I felt myself responding nicely to
the blowjob I was getting, and smiled to myself at the number of threesomes I
had suddenly been part of. "Bill," the boss lady said, "that's
great. Let's go win this thing." Then she tapped me on the head again, and
this time I nodded. Again I sucked her clit into my mouth, trapping it firmly
between my lips and teeth. Putting my hands on her hips, I decided to continue,
focused exclusively on her clit. Moving my tongue on her over and over, and
stroking her bud with my lips, I could tell by her tensing and fidgeting that
she was getting close. That was good, because I was now fully hard, and my fellatrix
was going for the prize I intended to give Ms Maddox.

A few more strokes and Ms Maddox went rigid for a good ten

seconds before her clit started to throb and then she let out a powerful grunt
as she came. I continued my effort until those throbs became less powerful,
then shifted to slightly stroking her. When at last I felt her breathing was
near normal again, I went back to aggressively pleasuring her clit. Her
breathing accelerated at once and I knew she was close.

Pulling out of Ms Cartwright's mouth, I pushed back the

chair, stood up and thrust myself fully into Ms Maddox. She grunted as I
bottomed out, and her breathing picked right back up as I fucked her fast and
furious. I hoped she was close, because I didn't think I had many minutes of hardon
left for the afternoon. Knowing I was close, I reached between us and tugged on
her clit. She came a moment later, her clit pulsing between my fingers and her
cunt clenching at my cock. I groaned and started to shoot my fifth load of the
day into her.

I fucked her through our mutual orgasms, then slowed and

finally stopped, still enjoying being inside her. At last she gave me a signal
to withdraw, and I helped her to her feet and she went to her washroom. I
reached under the table, pulled Ms Cartwright out and to her feet to find her
quite flushed. I guided her to the door and ushered her out with a squeeze of
her ass.

I redressed and left the office before Ms Maddox re-emerged.

Returning to my office, I sank down in the chair and took a long drink of water.
I realized the whole weekend might be needed to process the events of the day.

It was just before 17 hundred when the four ladies came for

their bras. One by one they came in, held out a hand for said garment, and left
with it. Next to last was Ms Maddox, who gave me a kiss as well. "What a
fabulous way to start off the weekend," she said.

Last was my SOB, Ms Cartwright. But she didn't follow the

others. She came in, locked the door, and sat down. "Now that it's after
hours, I'd like to talk."

I wasn't sure where this was going, but I had a suspicion;

though I couldn't tell you why. "About?" I asked.

"You, today, all of that." she said with a leer.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

She smiled, "Quite the opposite. I thought you played

today perfectly, even if the last part left me high and, eh, wet."

"Thanks, I;"

"You always play me perfectly," she interrupted.

"And that's what I want to talk about."

"Jenny, trust me, I had no idea what I was doing. I

just went along with every part."

"And still it was awesome!"

I just nodded, still not sure where she was going with this.

"I have a proposition for you," she said with a

grin.

When I didn't respond she said, "Join me for a full

weekend?"

I thought about it for a moment and decided that might not

be a good idea, "You know I think you're awesome, but that's here at Foxx
Inc. Outside would be different, and might make things weird at work."

She looked disappointed, but not upset. "So that's it

then?"

"Not 'it', and not forever. But certainly for today,

for now," I said.

And then, to my great relief, she smiled, squared her

shoulders and stood up. "Ok Tom, challenge accepted for the next
time."

"Challenge?" I asked.

She winked, "I'll get you to spend a weekend with me

sometime, mister." Then she left.

I sat in my chair, wondering what the next, right move was

with her, when a couple of minutes later, the door clicked and in walked Ms
Olson. This time, like many others, just a step short of a walking dream.
"Tom, how are you?" Before I could reply she added, "What did
Jenny want to talk about in private?"

I wasn't sure how she knew the door had been locked, but I

didn't bother to dishevel. "She wanted to continue the fun over the
weekend."

She crossed her legs, holding her top knee in her hands,

"Really? Well, color me surprised." She paused, watching me like an
antelope at the watering hole. "And why did you say no?"

Rather than acknowledge her seeming ability to read my mind

at times, I shrugged and said, "It would be fun, but it sounded too, well,
off the books."

"So you thought about agreeing for some time?"

"For a time, I was tempted by her offer," I said,

wondering if Ashley would get the reference.

"How much time?" she replied, quite to my

surprise.

"Actually, zero point six eight seconds."

Ashley guffawed, then snorted, then waved a hand wildly at

me for a few seconds before she collected herself enough to say and laugh at
the same time, "You're no Data!"

I laughed with her for a good minute, and then as we calmed

down, she gave me a hug and kiss. "Tom, would you like to spend the
weekend with someone?"

My expression must have given me away, and she smiled

quickly and touched my arm, "No Tom, I don't mean me, though I find it
quite flattering that you would think so. Go home, and when there is a knock at
your door, make up your own mind."

I returned her hug, "Thanks Ashley."

"You bet. And no obligations. Two consenting adults and

all that," she said. Then she broke the embrace and departed.

I arrived home about thirty minutes later, finished off the one

beer I typically let myself have, and about an hour after that, I was just
starting to think about dinner when there was a knock at my door. I opened it
to find a brown haired woman of my height on the doorstep with a bag in her
hand. She looked familiar, and after a moment I recognized her, though I did
not know her name. She'd never been in the rotation. I backed away and held the
door wide, "Would you like to come in?"

She regarded me with kind eyes, nodded, and entered,

dropping her bag near the door, which I shut behind her. She turned and looked
at me, "You don't know my name, do you?"

"No, but to be fair I work with a lot of people."

"You've been there long enough to know everyone."

"That's true, I admit. In my defense, you've never been

on the, uh, schedule, and we've never talked." Suddenly, two pieces of
data about her clicked. "You're Melissa Johnston."

"Mel, Johnson," she corrected. Then looked

quizzically at me, "how did you;"

"There are only a few women at the firm not in the, ah,

rotation," I started. "Though no one ever talks about the
reasons."

She was still looking at me, her eyes unchanged, "But

do you know my reason?"

"You're engaged," I said.

"I'm certain relationship status doesn't affect your

job, does it Tom?" she asked coolly.

"I can only assume the engagement is the reason you

aren't in the rotation, I'll never ask. Everyone who decides to, ah, play, does
so of their own volition. You yourself are a good example. No one ever should
ask why others choose to play or not."

"You don't think they talk about it?" she asked

with a sharp note in her voice.

I shook my head, "I've never heard one person question

why another did or did not join in. And everyone discusses the PBS arrangement
pretty freely. Seems to me it is very much up to the individual."

She gave me a small smile, "Okay Tom, then here it

is." She turned from me, walked a bit, then turned back, "I was
engaged, for several months. I thought we were exclusive until my fianc proved
me wrong. Now, instead of having someone to come home to every day, I've been
sick and lonely for a month. A month! And it sucks!"

 I said nothing and let her continue, and after a few

moments she did, "I'm not looking for a fucking replacement, but it would
be nice to enjoy a weekend with someone and not feel like I was going to get
screwed over for doing so!"

And then she started to sob, and I wondered what the fuck

Ashley had been thinking. And then I realized Ashely knew exactly what the hell
she'd been up to. I took Mel in my arms and gave her a hug. "I would
really like someone too," I said and we both giggled. "While screwing
your coworkers is a lot of fun, it makes for lonely weekends."

She sniffled, wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked up at

me, "Lonely? Really?"

I shrugged, "Well, maybe more restful and lonely than

just lonely."

She laughed, nodded, then gave me a brief kiss on the cheek.

"I didn't come here looking for sex."

"And I don't expect it. So what do you say to ordering

some food, watching a movie or two, and going to bed with a comfortable
presence that doesn't have expectations?"

"Thai?" She suggested.

"Nah, Lebanese?" I rejoined.

She sneered, "Korean?"

I shook my head. "Pizza?"

She smiled; Meatlovers!

 And with that I called my favorite joint.

We watched two movies, and snuggled up in bed without a hint

of sex and got a great night's sleep. Which is not to say the rest of the
weekend stayed completely platonic.

By PtmcPilot for Literotica

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