Jack continued to hum as he strolled through the plant, checking on supplies and greeting workers. Many pulled him to the side to ask privately if it was true-that Ellen had gone from CFO to slut, available to them as a perk. Yes, it was true, he told them, but only if we can get productivity up and accidents down.
"She's not going to just drop her drawers for anyone in the hallway,” he cautioned. “You've got to earn it."
His cellphone rang after about forty-five minutes, and noted it came from his office, so he returned immediately. Walter was just leaving, promising him he'd send over the details of the contract for Jack to study. Jack told him he'd have an answer in less than a week.
Jack couldn't help but notice the big grin on Walter's face as he left.
El was facedown on the couch, somewhat breathless, her legs splayed apart. He went to her side, noticing the sheen of sweat on her body, the redness of her pussy, the bluish marks from her punishments. It bothered him that El bruised so easily. He'd have to come up other punishments. He didn't want clients being put off by her bruises.
"Give me all the details, so I can put it in your debt record."
El sat up gingerly, but made no attempt to close her legs or cover herself. She told him that as soon as Jack left, Walter had her suck on his cock until he grew hard. “It took a long time, master,” she said. “He was kinda old."
Jack knew she was finagling for a blow-job credit. That was fine with him. He never would have had a shot at the contract if not for her.
"Once he was hard, he had me climb up on the couch. I asked him to use a condom, but he refused, telling me that this contract is worth enough so that he shouldn't have to wear a raincoat.” She sniffled, as if it bothered her greatly. “I didn't know what to do, master, so finally I let him. I thought you might be mad if I didn't. He, um, fucked me hard, from behind. It kinda hurt, since my ass is still a little sore."
"You did fine. Is his sperm still leaking out of you?"
She bit her lip. “Yes, sir."
"Show me."
She reached down between her legs and brought up a glob of sticky fluids from her pussy. Jack could see the whitish mix of sperm within. “Okay, that's worth two-fifty, but I'm not so sure about the blow-job, since he didn't come."
"But master!"
"Tell you what. You scoop that from your cunt and swallow it, and I'll consider counting that as well."
She paled, but did as he said. For several minutes, she brought her hand from her pussy to her mouth until Jack was satisfied.
"Okay, come and look at how you're doing."
She got up eagerly and kneeled next to his chair while he called up the spreadsheet. So far, El had reduced her debt by twelve-hundred-fifty dollars.
"Um, master, may I speak?"
"Yes, slut."
"These new contracts, contracts that I helped bring to you, like Walter's and Bob's. Will I get any credit for that extra revenue?"
Jack had expected this. Sure, it would seem fair to reduce her debt-he never would've gotten that business without her. But that would mean a much shorter time that she was here, working for him, pleasing him, increasing productivity and bringing in even more clients. He hated to lose her too quickly. There was also her betrayal to take into account.
"No, El, you won't. You agreed to pay off your debt at two-fifty a fuck and one-hundred a suck. I think any extra business you bring in will be your penance for being a thief for the last three years."
"But that's not fair!"
"Fair? You want what's fair after three years stealing from me, betraying this company?” He felt a flash of anger and decided he didn't want to get into an argument over what was fair. Jack went to the safe and removed a videotape. “I'll show you what's fair.” He put it in the VCR.
El shook her head. “I don't need to see it. I remember it."
Jack smiled thinly. “This is a different tape. I edited it myself."
The images came up: El, on her back with Bob pounding away at her, her mouth open wide in ecstasy. Then another shot of her and Scotty as he fucked her, her legs up high in the air like an energetic whore. Another cut: Then an over-the-shoulder shot of El giving head to an anonymous penis under her desk.
El stood up, shocked. “You taped everything?"
"Of course. Consider it protection. You stick by your agreement. When you've paid off your debt, I'll destroy all the tapes and write a nice recommendation for you. If you make any more noise about what you're ‘owed,’ I'll have you arrested. While your trial is going on, I'll send an edited version of this tape-with the images of the men blurred, of course-to the news stations. I doubt they'll be able to use it, but word about your little adventures will get out and you'll become a laughing stock. You'll never work for anyone ever again-except maybe as a hooker."
She lowered her head and cried.
"I don't want to hear any more about this, all right?"
El nodded, tears streaking down her face.
"Now that that's out of the way, this little talk has made me horny. Lie on the desk."
She looked up through her tears. “But, Walter just fucked me…"
"That's all right with me. I don't mind."
She got up and splayed herself over the desk, ass in the air. Jack reached down to stroke her pussy, feeling the wetness there from her previous fucking. For some reason, it turned him on. He thrust himself into her immediately, then reached around to rub her clit while his cock sawed in and out.
She seemed to like that. She pushed back against him and pressed her head down on the blotter. She began moaning and moving her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. Jack couldn't hold back, he came with a rush. He kept rubbing her clit and in a few seconds, she came too. He could see a deep flush spread over her neck and cheeks.
When he was finished, he pulled away, watching the drool of fluids leak from her wide-open pussy. God, she was a hot lover! He wanted to push her further, if he could.
He allowed her to rise and go clean up in the bathroom. When she came out, he stopped her. “Let's talk about your stubble."
She blinked. “Yes, master?"
"Don't bother shaving tomorrow. I want you to have a Brazilian wax at a salon I'm going to send you to. They need some hair to work with, they tell me."
Jack could see the color drain from her face. “But, sir-won't that hurt?” Her knees came together involuntarily.
"It's possible, but I think they try to keep the pain to a minimum. But if you'd prefer, we could have one of the workers shave you every morning. I'll bet that would be a great incentive, huh?” Jack pictured her on her back on her desk, her pussy facing the door, while a different worker shaved her every day under the gaze of others in the corridor.
El clearly didn't like that idea. “No, that's okay. I'll go to the salon."
"Great.” Soon, he planned to add other elements to the work she'd have done, but that would have to be arranged later. Ever since the idea had come to him yesterday, he'd wanted to add body jewelry to his company slut. It would make her more exotic and desirable.
If he handled it right, it would also kill two birds with one stone. Jack remained dissatisfied with the bruises he and Jim had left on her body. It worried clients and it made him seem like an overly cruel master. But he was sure she'd need additional punishments. After her beatings, he'd bet she'd choose almost anything but that, including piercings. She didn't have to know that he no longer wanted to bruise her.
"You may go,” he said, dismissing her. He returned to his desk, not bothering to look up as El quickly dressed and left. But he turned on his camera and watched as she settled in, her legs spread wide for him under the desk.