Monday morning, promptly at eight-thirty, Harry Owens introduced Janet to the office manager – a skinny woman in her thirties named Miss Blake. She had a horsey face, wore a seven dark suit and her thin mouse-colored hair was tied in a bus. She smiled in a friendly way, revealing big teeth. Janet felt wary of her without quite knowing why.
Miss Blake introduced her to some of the other girls in the typing pool and put her to work, typing reports from the Public Relations department which Janet didn't understand at all.
Miss Blake looked over her shoulders a few times, muttered, "Fine, fine," then moved on. Janet discovered that her neck was stiff by the time the coffee-cart came around at ten.
Several junior copywriters came out from behind their frosted glass cubby-holes to select rolls or doughnuts from the cart. All of them were men.
"You're the new girl," one of the copywriters said. "My name's Dee McGuire."
"Janet – uh, Sullivan," Janet said, giving him her maiden name.
Dee sat on Janet's desk, sipping coffee from a paper cup. He was attractive, maybe thirty years old.
"I'm not married," he said.
"How'd you know I was checking you over for a wedding ring?" Janet laughed.
"How 'bout having lunch with me?"
"Fast worker."
"Have to be in this place. Somebody else would beat me to it. How 'bout it?"
"Sure, why not."
During lunch Dee McGuire seemed honest, straight-forward. And he wasn't overbearing – despite his moving in on her so fast.
When the three-o'clock coffee cart came around, Janet looked for Dee, thinking he would spend his coffee break at her desk. But he wasn't there.
"He's up in George Anders' office," another typist said. Her name was Amy. Blonde was probably not the natural color of her hair. She was attractively full-bodied. Janet had an uneasy feeling that Amy had been watching her all morning, for some secret reason of her own.
"Pardon?" Janet replied icily.
"Dee McGuire, he's up in George Anders' office. Mr. Anders is an account executive," she said, making it sound like a very important title.
"He sure gave you the rush, didn't he?"
"We had lunch together."
"He gave me the rush too, when I first started working here," Amy said. "But I can't be bothered with Dee McGuire. He'll never be anything but a junior copywriter. I don't think he even wants to be anything else."
"Oh?" Janet wondered why Amy was telling her all this.
"Listen, there's this Jimmy Marks," Amy said, leaning closer to Janet. "A prince of a man. He started here a year after Dee did and he's a chief copywriter and well on the way to being an executive."
"Really?"
"Don't waste your time on Dee," Amy said.
"Like I said, we just had lunch," Janet said, peeved, wondering what business it was of Amy's.
"Do you have a little free time after work?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Why don't we have a drink together?"
"Well…" Janet hesitated. She wasn't sure she liked Amy. But she couldn't think of anyway to get out of it. "All right. I guess I'll have time for just one drink."
They went to a large crowded bar on the corner from where they worked. Janet recognized some of the girls from the typing pool as well as some of the copywriters.
She was also surprised to see horse-faced Miss Blake sitting lonely at the end of the bar. She'd hardly thought Miss Blake was the bar-type. She waved at her and Miss Blake waved back, giving Janet her wide toothy smile.
"That ugly old queer," Amy said spitefully. "She seems awfully nice," Janet said. "Gotta watch out for her. She's always goosing the girls. Mr. Carpenter surely knows about her. I don't know why he keeps her on."
"What kind of man is Mr. Carpenter?"
"He's very handsome for an older man. And very down to earth and friendly. Not at all like a big executive. I had a nice talk with him recently at a party. Never met Mr. Adams though."
"Really?" Janet said, wide-eyed. "You were at a party with the head of…"
"Oh yes," Amy said off-handedly. "Oh, there's Jimmy Marks now. He wants to meet you."
A handsome, dark-haired man dressed in an expensive-looking suit was walking towards theft table.
"You're right, Amy. She's a knock-out," Jimmy said, taking Janet's hand, not waiting for Amy to introduce them.
"I've got to get goin'," Amy said.
Amy was gone and Jimmy Marks was sitting at the table with Janet almost before she knew what was happening.
"Are you ready for another drink?" Jimmy asked, still holding her hand.
"No thanks," Janet replied. "I have to get going, too."
"Oh, but we're having dinner together," Jimmy said, squeezing her hand, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh, but we're not," Janet answered frostily.
"You have another date?"
"No." Janet stood up, a tight little smile on her lips. "But I'm not having dinner with you."
He looked crushed, as if no woman had ever been able to resist him before.
She saw Jimmy a couple of times during that week as he hurried past her desk on his way to his office. He rushed by without speaking or even looking at her.
She had lunch daily with Dee McGuire. He was such pleasant company. She pictured him as her lover and decided it would be nice. But Dee never asked her for a date except for lunch.
She became friendly with another girl in the office. She was a sweet shy girl of twenty who had been with the company for six months. Her name was Linda. She shared an apartment with two other girls and asked Janet if she would like to move in too. But Janet wanted her privacy. She could hardly wait to get hex own place.
During that week, out at Sue and David's, Janet supposed she had become Kris' temporary chick. Betsy was away. And Janet spent her night with Kris.
His big cock fitted her pussy just fine. But he himself was not fulfilling. He was an insatiable lover though. Sometimes he fell asleep with his cock still in her – the long thick shaft grown soft, but the big meaty head buried deep in her cunt.
And just before dawn they would wake up and he would begin moving his hips slowly, his cock stiffening, the head diving deeper into her. And he would fuck her slowly until the room was bathed with light. Then he would tower over her, fucking hard, his huge balls slapping against her asshole… fucking her till she screamed in orgasm and fucking her beyond that. But what future could there be with him? He had no ambition. All he was interested, as he told her was, "Balling, pot, and a little vino."
On Friday at noon she looked up from her typewriter to see Jimmy Marks standing there. She'd expected it to be Dee. The surprise showed op her face.
"Dee – had to go out of town," Jimmy told her. "To a factory down the coast to take notes on some new product."
"Oh?"
"Would you give me another chance?" he asked. "I'm sorry I was so overbearing the other day."
Janet was taken aback by this new manner of his.
"Would you have lunch with me?" he asked. He smiled at her. And she could not help but smile back.
"All right," she said, putting the cover on her typewriter.
She was aware of Amy's eyes on them as they left the office.
They went to his apartment in a taxi. Janet was sure he would take her to his apartment. Food was not on his mind. Nor on hers either by the time they reached their destination.
He sat close to her in the back seat of the cab and she was very aware of his hot male-body. But he acted the part of a perfect gentlemen.
In the apartment he even served her a glass of chilled white wine.
But she saw that bulge at his crotch. And his handsome face and tail body were so exciting. She drank the wine fast.
He better hurry if intends to seduce me, she thought, trembling. He seemed so calm and smooth. She didn't want him to see how flustered she was.
He watched her closely with an amused little grin. She finished off the wine and set the glass on the end-table. Then, whistling softly, he got up and walked over to the other side of the room. With a swift movement he had opened up the wall bed.
"Well," Janet said dryly. "That's honest, anyway."
"Why not," he said. "We both know what we want."
"Exactly," she answered.
That was fine with her. A good purely physical encounter, with no emotional entanglements.
Jimmy began to undress. Janet stood up and began undressing too. It seemed so mechanical. Her ardor began to cool. He stood naked beside the iron bedstead, watching her, waiting for her. His cock began to erect slowly. It was long and slender. He waited for her to come to him and by the time she did his dick was completely stiff. But his face showed no emotion.
I'll make the handsome bastard show some emotion, she thought. Then his arms enfolded her and she was puffy in his hands.
"Hot pussy," he whispered, his breath warm at her ear.
"Yes!"
"You take your pills like a good girl."
"Yes, Goddamn it."
He chuckled. His strong hands stroked the soft silken flesh of her ass. Her big tits crushed against his hard chest. His tongue went deep into her mouth. She felt marvelously suffocated, over powered.
He pulled her down onto the bed atop him.
She felt his hard cock, imprisoned between their bodies, throbbing hotly against her belly. Stiff dick – male-meat she could not live without!
She lusted for him, had to have him, but he was simply a man to her.
And somehow that made her feel safer with him. She could let herself go completely, perform every wild sex act that came into her mind. And afterwards she would not feel bound to him, trapped by love.
She could enjoy sex as much – more – as the most potent and passionate man in the world. And after the frenzied act feel as unattached as they.
Her moan around his swirling tongue was deep, intense, sensual, fired by the vigorous sense of power that swept through her hot flesh. And fired by the delicious feel of the muscled male body beneath her, the hard pulsating cock against her flat belly.
She pulled away from him. She began showering his body with kisses – his neck, his hairy chest. She sucked on his nipple.
"Hey!" he said, laughing softly. "Hey!"
She sucked deeply at the tit, pinched gently at the other one until it was taut, sucked it. He writhed and moaned, his laugh soft and sensual.
Her pussy got warmer. Juice leaked out and onto Jimmy's thigh. He squirmed beneath her. She moved her lips from his nipples, leaving him wanting more.
She let him feel her hard, pointed tits on his chest as she glided her head down. His twitching cock pointed upwards at the ceiling. She gazed at it hungrily. She licked teasingly at the slit.
She saw the thin streak of her pussyjuice on his thigh and she lapped it up. She nipped gently at the inside of his thigh. She could feel the heat of his burning, throbbing prick at the side of her face.
"Goddamn it," he whispered fiercely.
Clutching her hair, he forced her face to his cockmeat. She went down on his cock to the balls. And she heard his loud sigh. She slid her mouth up and down, lips caressing snugly the slick cock-flesh.
She felt the shaft begin to expand.
"Take it easy," he warned.
Delicately she licked any the fresh flow of pre-cum at the slit.
"Flop around," he said hoarsely. "Lot's do a sixty-nine."
Ardently she complied, hungry for his cock, yet careful not to get him off too son. He pressed his handsome face against her juicy cunt. She licked at his balls. Cautiously she took one of the balls into her mouth and sucked gently.
With the tips of her fingers she delicately tickled the dark hairs between the cheeks of his ass. She felt his tongue probe into her pussy. She felt him lick her clit over and over – tongue swirling and darting and nudging her clit.
She moaned around the hairy ball sac. She cork screwed her finger into his anus.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. He was licking the juice from her dripping cuntwalls.
She rolled from her side till she was on top of him. His mouth was on her pussy mound. Gently he chewed at the meaty tender flesh. He sucked at her hot pussy till she was wild.
He lifted his legs, brought his knees down to his chest. Janet licked at his scrotum. She heard the slurping noises his mouth made feasting at her cunt. She parted his buttocks. The hair between the cheeks was softer than the coiled-hair that grew on his chest – furry. She ran her tongue up and down the crack. It smelled clean, masculine, spicy.
She pushed her tongue inside his asshole, swirled it around. She could feel his body shudder with electric pleasure. He ate and tongued her pussy more fervently.
He ate pussy. She licked asshole. And they loved every frenzied second of it.
She was keenly aware that his cock was waiting for her hungry mouth – twitching, full, hotter than ever after the passionate rim job she was giving him.
She felt that wonderfully familiar frenzy building inside her and she let it go, pressing her lips tight against his anus. She gave a muffled squeal and heard his guttural moan as her cuntjuice flooded his face.
She felt limp and spent for a moment and kept her mouth pressed against his asshole. Then she slid her tongue up his balls, up the underside of his long slender cock. When she reached the cockhead, he flattened his legs onto the bed. And she dove her lips down on the stiff dick.
She showed him what an expert at sucking cock she was.
Her hot tongue coiled around the staff from the base up to the head. Slowly, but at an even pace, she worked her lips and swirling tongue up and down the slick cockflesh. And he munched her cunt, delicately at first, then slowly built to a fervor – slurping, sucking loudly, tongue lapping deep into her dripping pussy.
Her body tingled again. She sucked his cock faster, wanting to taste his cum before she again rocked in feverish orgasm. He moaned around her cunt mound, bit gently into the meaty flesh. A heavy spurt of hot cockjuice struck the back of her throat. She savored it, squealing softly around his expanded, throbbing dick.
He began mooning and laughing softly, rolling his head from side to side, his face wallowing in her juicy pussy. And another spurt of his cum joined the first one at the back of her throat. She swallowed all the warm delicious fluid.
He buried his face in her snatch, keeping his cock in her throat. She felt it go slowly soft.
She turned round to lay at his side. Pussy juice dripped from his chin. With a husky laugh she licked it off. He grabbed hold of her and kissed her lips hard, his tongue fencing with hers to savor the juice she had licked from his chin.
Without a word he got up and padded out of the room, on his way, she supposed, to the bathroom. She sat up, waiting, not bothering to full the covers up over her.
In a few minutes he was back. He paused to ogle her nakedness.
"You've got a damn nice body."
"So do you," she answered.
He got onto the bed, snuggled up to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"How'd you like to spend all your noon hours like this?" he said softly.
"Ummmmm. Lovely."
"Well, nearly all. And not necessarily with me," he said.
She stiffened. "What are you getting at?"
"You've got a nice body," he said. "Use it."
"I do. All the time."
"But only for pleasure," he said.
"How else?"
"For profit."
"What's on your mind?" she said.
"Terrific set of boobs," he said, idly fondling them.
"Tell me," she said impatiently.
"George Anders would like to be where I am right now."
"Who the hell's George Anders? Oh yeah, one of the executives."
"Right." He pinched her tit tenderly. "What about him?" she asked.
"George Anders has a male secretary who has an assistant. The assistant is quitting next week to get married. So the job is open."
"I see," Janet said. "If I do a nice favor for George Anders, he'll see I get the job."
"Why not?" He was rolling her stiff nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "George isn't a bad guy. He's no slob. But he has to be discreet. And I've got an apartment close to work."
"Uh-huh, and what do you get out of it?"
"I'll be doing him a favor. He'll owe me."
"I see."
"How about it? How about noon Monday?"
"Thanks for the tip. Maybe I'll put him off for now. Maybe later, when I get my own place, then I won't need you to arrange it."
"Don't want to be indebted to me, oh?"
"Nor to anybody else. Especially to any man."
"You women libbers are dikes anyway…" He took his hands from her titties.
"I'm neither," she said.
"You're forgetting one thing," he said petulantly.
"If you wait, the job will be filled."
"Hey, that's right," she said lightly. "I better strike while the iron's hot. See that he's here Monday at twelve-fifteen."
"You serious?"
"Sure I am. Maybe I do need you right now, to get my foot in the door as it were. But the nice thing is, you need me more than I need you."
"Cold bitch."
"Cold?" she teased. She took his hand and placed it on her warm cunt.
"Cold out of the sack. Hot in. The most dangerous kind," Jimmy said.
"Fuck me," Janet said.