Jack rescued her. He came out to see what the commotion was and sent everyone back to work. They obeyed reluctantly. He ordered El into his office.
"Looks like the secret is out,” he said cheerily. “I guess there's no hiding what you are now."
"Yes, sir,” she said, her head down. She knelt naked at his side, her pussy still aflame. God, would somebody please fuck me!
"Tell me all about it,” he ordered, fondling the rings in her nipples and pussy. She felt no embarrassment, only desire.
El recounted her visit to the salon in rote detail, trying to concentrate while Jack played with her. The rings really did make a difference in how stimulated she felt.
"You're doing really well, El. I mean it. I'm very pleased.” He entered her new totals into the computer.
El paid little attention. Her clit screamed at her to provide some relief and she was sure Jack could smell her sexual heat. She wanted to touch herself, rub her clit. She could come in a second if he would allow it. If possible, she felt even more aroused than on her first day, when Jack had teased her before sending Bob in to fuck her. She'd had her most powerful orgasm then, but she suspected she could have a bigger one now.
He tugged on a nipple ring, nearly sending her over the edge. “Please,” she whispered.
"What was that?"
"Please, master."
"What's wrong? Am I making you horny?"
"Yesss.” The word escaped from her like the air let out of a balloon.
He reached down and flipped up the bottom ring, letting it fall down on her engorged clit. She jumped slightly. Her blood boiled.
"Good. We have a busy day ahead. At ten-fifteen, Bob's returning."
Her heart lept. Bob! Big, long, sexy Bob! She knew he would give her the orgasm she craved. Her face lit up.
"And at eleven-thirty,” he continued, “we're meeting a realtor at your house. You're going to convince him to shave a few percentage points off his commission, so you can pay me more money toward your debt."
She could only nod, trying hard to hold back her orgasm.
"Don't worry about any details, the realtor and I will handle all of that. All you need to do is concentrate on your pussy."
There was no problem with that. She could think of nothing else. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her on the edge. Her eyes flew open.
"Bob'll be here any minute. Why don't you greet him at your desk. Don'ttouch your pussy. I don't want you to explode until his cock is firmly seated inside you."
Shaking, she stood up. She looked at her clothes, piled by the door, but she didn't think she could muster up the energy to put them on again.
"Don't bother with those,” Jack called. “He'll be here any minute."
Feeling relief, El went out into her office. She paid no attention to the corridor or the people walking by. They've already seen her naked. She sat on the chair, hearing the squishy sounds of her pussy pressing against the vinyl seat. She wiggled experimentally, thinking maybe if she kept that up, she could come. But that would make Jack mad and she didn't want that.
El sat there, hands folded in front of her while people walked by, stopped and stared. Gloria just glared as she speed-walked past her door. Ralph came in with Duane and they tried to strike up a conversation, but El knew they only wanted a closer look at her body and the new rings.
Just having them look at her increased her sexual tension. She wouldn't have stopped them if they grabbed her, tossed her on the desk and had their way with her.
The intercom crackled to life. “Duane, Ralph, please return to work. We're waiting for a client."
The two men looked around guiltily. “The office is wired,” El explained. Her legs were wide apart under the desk. She nearly put her hand on her pussy when she heard Jack's voice, but remembered not to.
The men left quickly. Word got around because soon the lookie-loos had drifted away. El waited, feeling her pussy leaking onto the chair.
Finally Bob's bulk appeared at the glass door. He looked in and his eyes bulged. He came in quickly, closing the door behind him and tried to shield her from view.
"What's this?"
"We've been expecting you, Mr. Orley,” she said, her pussy tingling anew. “Jack is in his office if you'd like to go right in."
"But-but, what about you? What's all this?"
"Jack had me fitted with some jewelry. He says I look better this way."
"But you're naked, right here in front of everybody!"
"Yes. I got tired of putting on and taking off my clothes all the time."
Bob nodded his head like a puppet. “Um, okay. I'll go in now.” At the door, he turned. “You coming?"
"Yes, sir.” She got up to follow him, but he insisted she go first. She felt his hand on her bottom as she stepped through the door. She liked his touch and wiggled her ass appreciatively for him. She thought she should go kneel by Jack's desk, but Bob's big arm kept her close to him, rubbing her hot skin until she quivered like a tuning fork Her pussy leaked down both thighs and she welcomed it. The odor of her own need lay heavy on the air.
The men greeted each other like old friends and immediately began speaking in double entendres. Bob told Jack he had the contract “just about nailed,” but “something came up at the last minute.” El could see the bulge in his pants.
Jack told him he could use his office to “check those figures,” while he went out for a tour of the plant. Once Jack had gone, Bob wasted no time in grabbing El and pushing her back on the desk. She was an eager participant. He unbuckled his pants and she reached out to feel his hard cock, like a bar of steel.
Bob began playing with her new jewelry and for the first time, El was glad she had it. The tugging and pulling caused her to go mad with sexual desire. She grabbed Bob's cock and pulled it toward her gaping, sloppy wet slit. He jammed it into her in one smooth motion and El's head exploded in such an earth-shattering orgasm that her brain short-circuited momentarily. When she came to, she heard someone screaming, “MY GOD, MY GOD!” and realized it was her.
Bob wasn't nearly done. He began to stroke her with his big cock as only he knew how to do. She had another orgasm, nearly as powerful as the first. When his cock began to erupt a few seconds later, and she felt the powerful throbbing deep within her, El had her third climax. She hugged the big man close to her, tears streaming down her face, her mouth open to gulp lungsful of air.
The sensations eased. Bob pushed up and looked down at her. “You are dee-licious,” he said. “I'll bet they heard that all over the building."
El felt no embarrassment. She didn't care-she had had her long-delayed orgasm, and that was all the mattered. He pulled out. She knew her fluids were spilling all over Jack's desk. She thought she probably ought to clean that up before he returned.
"Tell Jack he's got a deal-as long as you'll be around to ‘service’ the contract."
El didn't want to tell him that her duties were temporary. “I'll tell him.” He started to buckle up his pants. “Bob… Mr. Orley."
He smiled. “You can call me Bob."
"Bob-that was… incredible. You know that, don't you."
"Well, it was certainly good for me. You're a pistol, El, a real pistol."
He left, waving at her as he went out the door. El rolled over and got up. Her muscles ached-she must've pulled something during that first 8.0 orgasm. As soon as she stood up, she felt the fluids gush out of her slit. Chagrined, she squeezed her legs together and waddled to the bathroom.
She realized it had never occurred to her to ask Bob to use a condom. She had been far too horny for that. She doubted it mattered-Bob seemed healthy. But she'd have to be more careful.
She sat on the toilet and let the excess fluids leak out. Without thinking, she reached down and let some drip onto her fingers, then brought them to her lips to taste the salty mixture. El used a washcloth to clean up, being careful around the rings. She should put some salve on the wounds, she decided. Her tube of ointment was still on her desk.
She came out and saw that Jack had not yet returned. El used the damp cloth to clean up the mess they'd left on his desk. She went to her office, still naked, and sat directly on the wet stain she'd left before. Somehow, she didn't feel right cleaning it up first-not unless Jack said it was okay. The seat was cooling to her hot pussy.
She reached for her ointment. As she was dabbing it on, she caught sight of several people drifting by outside, stopping to peer in at her again. This can't be helping productivity, she mused.
She waited patiently, unconcerned about her nudity, until the intercom buzzed. She touched herself and answered it. “Yes, master?"
"It's almost time to go. Come in."
"Yes, sir."
She rose and went to the door. It pleased her that she didn't have to stop and strip off her clothes again. She knelt. “How may I be of service, master?"
"Tell me all about it."
El couldn't stop smiling as she described her orgasms, Bob's pleasure, and the contract she'd helped land. All the while, Jack fingered her jewelry, causing the heat to rise in her yet again. She thought he might fuck her before they left, but he didn't. He seemed to want her on edge.
"You didn't use a condom?"
"No, sir. There, um, wasn't time."
He laughed and told her to get dressed. Her clothes seemed tight and restrictive. In the car, she opened herself for him and let his fingers dance over her damp pussy, occasionally tugging at the ring above. It made her squirm in her seat.
Jack dropped her off at her house, and handed her the cell phone, telling her to call him when she needed a ride. The realtor's car was already parked out front. He was waiting on the porch. He came down, greeting her like a long-lost relative. El knew he was eager for a commission, but she could tell he was interested in her as well.
His name was Robert Abernathy, which brought a flicker of a smile to El's face-looks like she'll be fucking two Bobs today. This Bob was completely different-he was of average height, slender, and handsome in a prep boy kind of way. He couldn't be more than thirty-five.
They toured the house. It wasn't a big house, so it didn't take long. El managed to flirt with Bob as they walked through the rooms, at once point brushing one of her breasts against his upper arm. El told Bob about the first and second mortgages, and some other debts that had piled up while Bill had been unemployed.
"All the furniture's going to be sold or put into storage in the next few days, I think,” El said. She'd have to ask Jack. “I should be out of here within a week."
"Well, I don't think you're going to clear much from this place,” Bob was saying, “but it will be good for your credit rating to get out from under it."
"You know, I've had a lot of difficulties lately. My husband left me, I've… been having some trouble at work and I nearly lost my job-is there any way you could trim your commission for me?” She batted her eyes at him.
He grimaced. “Uh, I don't know. You know, six percent is standard in our industry, and we all adhere to it, so if you're thinking you can get five-and-a-half or five percent in a bidding war, you probably won't find someone. And if you do, they'll be beginners or incompetents."
It was a well-rehearsed lie, but El figured many sellers bought it. But she had already done the math. “The problem is, Bob, you'll get more out of this house than I will, after I split everything with my husband."
"Well, I don't know what we can do about that,” he said suggestively. El knew he was interested, but she was waiting for him to make the first move.
She decided not to beat around the bush, so to speak. “I'll tell you what,” she approached him and put one hand on his shoulder, “if you cut your commission by a percent, I'll let you fuck me once a day for the next two months. And if you cut two percent off, you can fuck me once a day for the next five months."
Bob's eyes grew wide. El could see him thinking, running the numbers. It was a fair deal. “You mean, like, anytime? Like right now?"
She nodded, then stepped back and pulled her top off. When he saw the rings, his cock swelled in his pants, forcing him to tug on his belt to give it more room. “You've got nipple rings,” he said stupidly.
"Yes, I just got them today. You like?"
"Uh huh,” his head bounced up and down. His eyes never left her breasts.
"There's more to see-and experience. But let's decide, shall we?” She moved in close until her ringed nipples were rubbing across his Brooks Brothers shirt.
"Uh, how do I know this is on the level? How do I know you won't go back on your word later?"
"I always honor my commitments,” she breathed into his ear, running her hands through his carefully combed hair. “Besides, if I failed in my duties, you could call my boss, Jack Sawyer."
"You mean, he knows about this?"
"Mr. Sawyer knows everything about me,” she said simply.
"He, uh, won't get involved in the, you know…"
"The sex?” She laughed. “No. He'll leave that to me. But he'll make sure I follow through."
"That's a strange working arrangement you have there."
"I suppose it is.” She stepped back. “So, what's it going to be-or do I have to call another realtor?"
"Uh, no! Don't do that. I'll take it. I mean, I'll take the two-month deal, for one percent off."
She came back into his arms. “Tell you what, Bob. After two months, when you will have wished you'd gone for the other deal, I'll let you fuck me anytime after that for, um, seventy-five bucks a lay.” She knew she'd be getting credit for two-fifty from Jack.
She could see him calculating the figures in his head. “But, that's a lot more than I'll be paying now!"
"Well, then take the better deal. If you don't, I know you'll regret it later."
He thought about it while El stroked his hard cock. “All right! All right! You win. Two percent off and I can have you any time over the next five months."
"No more than once a day, okay?"
He nodded.
"Great.” She hooked her thumbs into her skirt and slid it down her thighs. Bob's mouth dropped open when he saw the ring through her skin, just above her slit.
"Good god!"
"It makes me horny all the time, Bob,” she said, taking his hand and letting him touch it. “Do you want to start right away? Because I'm so horny I can't stand it."
His head bobbed up and down. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He pushed her back onto the couch and thrust into her without any foreplay. El didn't need any-she was always ready. She lolled back and let him have her. It felt so right to be fucking a stranger in the house she had shared with Bill. She had gotten into this mess because of him and now she was fucking him out of her system, right on the couch they used to share.
Bob came quickly, apparently overwhelmed by her charms. El squeezed her legs around him, enjoying the sensation of his cock throbbing inside her. After a minute, he pulled away and grinned. “You understand I really am going to fuck you every day, don't you?"
El thought if he comes that fast every time, it won't matter a bit. She could take ten minutes out to fuck him while she's getting ready for work. “Sure,” she said. “You just have to call me first so I can fit you in."
"Fit me in? You said anytime."
"Well, yes, but you aren't the only one I'm beholden to."
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “You mean, if I just show up, I might run into someone else?"
"Yeah. That doesn't bother you, does it?"
"Uh, no, I guess… Wait. Yes, that does bother me. Who are all these other guys? You know, I could catch something here."
For the second time that day, El realized she hadn't made her lover wear a condom. What was she thinking? Bob was right. “All of the men are healthy and respectable. I'm not a street hooker.” She shrugged. “But from now on, you should probably bring some condoms. I normally make my lovers wear condoms, but something about you just made me forget."
The flattery pleased him. “Well, all right then."
"Well, I've got to get back to work.” She pulled out the cellphone and dialed Jack's number. “Hello, Mr. Sawyer? It's me. I'm all done here."
"Good. How did it go?"
"Fine. We came to an arrangement about the commission."
El rubbed her clit with her free hand while she chatted, completely unaware that Bob was staring at her all the time. When she hung up, she caught his expression. “What?"
"You were masturbating while you talked to your boss."
"Oh, that. Yes, he orders me to do that."
"He orders you to?"
"Yes."
"Do you do anything he orders you to do?"
"Pretty much.” She didn't want to get into a philosophical discussion about her limits. They seemed to be expanding all the time anyway.
"What if I ordered you to do something?"
El smiled. “You can only order me to fuck you, once a day for the next five months. That's all.” She dressed and headed for the door.
"Wait, I have one more question."
"Yes?” She turned, her hand on the knob of the house that used to be home.
"Where will you live, after the house is sold?"
"Oh. I'll be moving in with Jack. He'll probably be handling all the arrangements, the moving, the sale, you know."
"You'll be living with him? But, won't that affect our deal? I mean, won't he object?"
"Object? Hell, this was his idea! No, it won't matter. He's not going to watch. That's not his thing."
She left Bob standing there shaking his head and went out to wait for Jack.