Eight in the Box
Part I
“I am such a fucking slut.”
Jeri took another sip from her coffee and she looked at her friend. “What are we talking about now?”
Brandy leaned in close to her friend in the break room. “I let Reggie take me to that new club. You know the one down on Kenneth Street.”
“The Commodore Club?”
“That’s the one. So I got Reggie to take me there and there were all these cute guys there, and—”
“Oh, you didn’t.”
“I didn’t what?”
“You didn’t get Reggie to take you there and dump him so you could get one of the other guys to take you home.”
“Well there were all these cute guys there.”
“Oh my God. You did do it.”
“It’s not like there weren’t any girls there for him to take home.”
“He’s not like that. He likes you.”
“I know, and I like him, too.”
“You got a funny way of showing it.”
“Hey, don’t get on my case.”
“You’re right,” Jeri said. “I shouldn’t get on your case and you’re right about something else. You really are a fucking slut.”
“Hey!”
“I’m just repeating your words.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to sound so mean about it.”
Jeri couldn’t help but sigh. Brandy wasn’t usually a bad person but she had these lapses, usually centered around sex where her norms just seemed to disappear and the worst part about it was Brandy never seemed to understand what was wrong.
“Hey, where are you going?” Brandy asked.
“I’m going back to work,” her friend announced.
“But I haven’t even told you what happened.”
“I know, but I’ve got to get back to my desk. I’ve got some reports to write up and if I don’t get them done by the end of the day, my boss is going to kill me.”
“You can’t let him do that to you,” Brandy called out. “You’re supposed to get a break but if you let him walk all over you, he’s going to keep right on doing it.”
She wasn’t letting her boss walk all over her, Jeri told herself, and her reports didn’t have to be done right that very moment, and yet even as she walked away from her friend, she couldn’t help but think that Brandy really needed to be taught a lesson.
“So you think your friend needs to be taught a lesson, do you?”
“She’s not really my friend,” Jeri told her boyfriend. “She’s just a person I work with at work.”
Jeffrey raised an eyebrow but that was all it took to break through Jeri’s reticence. There was something about her boyfriend. He seemed to be able to get her to do things she didn’t really want to do and yet when she did them, they just felt so right, but that was between him and her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to have that kind of power over Brandy and she wasn’t even sure why.”
But that didn’t keep her from answering his question. “Yes,” she said. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for being so honest with me. Thank you for opening up like this to me.”
Jeri couldn’t help but gasp. She wasn’t even sure why. All she knew was she liked to open up to Jeffrey and without even realizing she was doing it, she opened her legs a little wider.
“Ah yes,” her boyfriend said. “I can see how that appeals to you.”
Jeri’s breathing quickened. How could her boyfriend know that, she wondered, and yet even as she wondered it, she knew it appealed to her.
Jeffrey’s hand was reaching out to her and then he was sliding that hand down between her legs. “You want to open up to me,” he said again.
“Yes,” she moaned. She didn’t want to admit it. She felt like she was being a traitor even to herself and yet she had to say it.
“Yes?”
“Yes. I want to open up to you,” and even as she said it, her legs slid even further apart and the feel of surrender was so incredibly intoxicating.
His fingers were pressing her panties against her pussy. “I know what you want” Jeffrey said again, “and you know only I can give it to you.”
Jeri’s breathing was ragged. Her pussy was so wet. He could have her, Jeri told herself. All he had to do was take her panties off and he could have her.
And yet he refrained.
The excitement of the wait was intoxicating. Her mind screamed out for Jeffrey to do it. Her mind begged him to take her panties off and yet she was unable to put this into words. Her body begged for release even as she knew she shouldn’t.
Jeffrey’s fingers tugged on the waistband of her panties and and Jeri coulnd’t help but moan. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
“You want this.”
“Yes,” Jeri moaned as her boyfriend pulled her panties lower. It was so good to give in.
Oh geez. Jeffrey had her panties down and then he was kneeling between her legs.
“Oh yes,” Jeri moaned as his tongue stroked her clit. “Oh yes. Lick me there.”
Jeri’s head was thrown back as fingers closed and opened. there was little doubt that she’d thrown herself into the feelings between her legs.
Jeri knew that her boyfriend’s tongue was no longer between her legs. She could feel her boyfriend moving forward. She could feel his member sliding up between her legs and then she could feel the head of his member pushing up between her legs.
“Yes,” she moaned even as her boyfriend pushed himself between her legs. “Yes!”
He was pushing harder and harder and with every thrust, Jeri’s moans grew more and more demanding.
“Yes,” she demanded. “Do me. Do me. God damn it, do me,” and with that, Jeri shrieked as her boyfriend’s cock finally pushed her over the edge.
“May I speak to Brandy Schaeffer?”
“Speaking,” said the perky brown-haired young woman.
“Word on the street is that you’re a slut.”
Brandy’s grip tightened on her phone and she didn’t respond right away. “Who’s saying that?” she finally hissed into the phone.
“You are.”
Brandy stared at the phone as if that would somehow let her see the unseen man on the other end of the line. It didn’t, of course. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. You enjoy telling your friends about your exploits and you enjoy telling them what a slut you’ve been.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m a friend,” the man said. “I’m a friend who wants you to get what you want.”
“How do you know what I want?”
“I don’t. I merely want you to get what you want and I’m willing to pay you to help you get it.”
In spite of herself, Brandy was intrigued. “You’re going to pay me? Pay me how?”
“I think perhaps we should meet to discuss the details.”
“But I don’t even know you.”
“As a matter of fact, you do, but that’s beside the point. We need to meet and it can be at a place of your choosing. Since you are most likely suspicious of me, I would suggest you make it someplace public. Someplace very public.”
The request was strange but it hardly seemed as if the man was pushing her. She could meet the man. He said she knew him but she really doubted that. She could find out what he wanted and then she could decide how to handle it. “If we meet,” she said, “there’ll be no strings attached, right?”
“Right.”
Okay, this was weird, Brandy told herself, but the man had said he’d make it worth her while. “There’s a restaurant over on Fifth called Hestermans. Do you know it?”
“No, but I can find it. When do you want to meet?”
Again, the answer seemed right. The least she could do was hear what the man had to say. “Tomorrow,” she said. “After work. Let’s make it 6:30, and don’t be thinking this is a date. We’re going to be talking business.”
“Of course.”
“And you better not be thinking you’re going to pick me up. I want my own car there at the restaurant so we’re going to be meeting there at the restaurant.”
“Sure. If that’s the way you want it.”
“And you’re going to be paying for dinner.”
“Of course.”
This was too easy, Brandy told herself, and yet he was agreeing to everything she wanted him to do. There had to be a catch and yet if there was, she couldn’t see what it was.
“Do we have an agreement?” the man asked.
“Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll see you then,” and with that, the line went dead. A moment too late, Brandy realized she had no way to contact the man if she needed to cancel. Of course, she could just not show, but wouldn’t that be the same thing as admitting to what he’d accused her of. The best thing, it seemed, was to make sure she was able to show.
She showed up at the restaurant promptly at 6:30. “My name’s Brandy Schaeffer,” she told the hostess. “I’m supposed to meet someone here.”
“Of course, Ms. Schaeffer. If you’ll follow me,” and with that, the hostess led Brandy to a secluded room where a man was sitting at a table. “I know you,” she told the man.
“I said you did,” the man said even as he stood and extended his hand.
“You’re Jeri Turner’s boyfriend.”
The man squeezed Brandy’s hand and suddenly, it was as if every one of Brandy’s senses were in a state of complete overload. Everything her eyes saw was too bright and it was impossible to make sense of what her eyes saw. Her hearing was similarly impaired. Her senses of smell and of taste were in overload, too, and it seemed as if almost everything caused pleasure to ripple throughout her body. Someone helped her into a chair and every touch on her body seemed incredibly erotic.
The man was talking but Brandy couldn’t make sense of his words. Something about a deal. Something about getting paid. Something about getting paid and more.
The next morning, Brandy woke up in her own bed with only the faintest of memories about how she’d gotten there. Pleasure still rippled spontaneously through her body but at least she could function and that was better than she’d been able to do the night before. A deal had been struck but she had no idea what the terms of the deal were or how she would know if she’d lived up to her end of the bargain.
The invitation came from her boss shortly before noon. The company’s upper management was having a weekend retreat and Brandy had been invited to attend. It was implicit in the man’s tone that he wanted to know what Brandy had done to get such an invitation when he himself had not been invited, and even as Brandy wondered the same thing herself, she had the feeling that this was the first part of the deal coming to fruition.
The retreat was being held at a local resort. What should she wear, Brandy wondered. It was only for a weekend but still, what did that mean. Did she need something formal? Probably. Just in case, and what kinds of shoes would she wear with that? Heels obviously.
It was a good thing they were sending a car to pick her up, she thought. It meant she could concentrate on getting ready. She wanted to look hot, but not too hot. After all, her boss’s boss’s boss would be there and she did want to make a good impression, not that she’d ever had that problem before.
The car picked her up at nine in the morning on Saturday. Too early Brandy thought. If it was up to her, she would have added a Friday night, but still.
She’d decided to wear a short skirt. Probably too short, she’d told herself and yet when push had come to shove, she hadn’t been able to make herself take anything else so as she sat in the back of the limo, she couldn’t help if the driver was watching her. If she opened her legs, she’d be flashing him for sure. Oh sure, she was wearing underwear, well sort of. Yeah, she’d be flashing him for sure.
That was hot. She even tried it a couple of times but if the man noticed, he didn’t react and after that, Brandy found herself left to staring out the window.
The place had to be ritzy, she thought as they drove onto the grounds. Hell, you could just tell and then the driver was bringing the car to a stop.
Brandy stepped to the back of the car but the driver just shooed her away. “You go on it, Miss. I’ll take care of these for you.”
Brandy walked to the registration desk. “I’m Brandy Schaeffer,” she told the girl behind the counter.
“Ah yes. Miss Schaeffer. We’ve been expecting you, and your party is just about to meet for lunch. If you hurry, you can meet them.”
“But I just got here.”
“I know, but Dixon here will be glad to take your bags to your room for you.”
A bellhop stepped forward at the mention of his name. “Yes, ma’am. I’d be delighted.”
“Well ...”
Brandy wasn’t sure about this, but the woman did say something about her party and lunch.
“Where am I supposed to go?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” the woman behind the reception desk said. “James will take you.”
It was a sitting room actually and from the moment she arrived, Brandy could see it was filled with the top of the top of her company, the types of people you only saw in pictures or maybe on stage at some sort of corporate function, but aside from those people, there was no one else like her and she couldn’t help but wonder. What had she done to merit this sort of attention?
The CEO looked up as Brandy entered. “Ah, I see the last member of our party has arrived. We were beginning to get worried about you.”
“I didn’t know I was late,” Brandy mumbled.
“No, not late, but we didn’t want to get started until everyone was here.”
Brandy nodded. Why was she here.
A big man came up to her. He wasn’t overweight though. He was big like football player big, or at least like what Brandy thought a football player would look like. Big and muscular, like he worked out. “Do you know who I am?” he asked.
“You’re Mr. Devereaux,” Brandy said.
The man chuckled. “It’s Chuck here, but yes, I’m also Mr. Devereaux. You work for me, don’t you.”
Brandy nodded. “Well sort of,” she said. “I mean I’m in your department.”
The man chuckled again. “I thought so. They told me you were in my department.”
Brandy nodded. She couldn’t help but suddenly feel that she was out of her league.
“Well, I hope you will enjoy your time here.”
“I hope so, too.”
The man took a few steps away and then he turned as if something new had occurred to him. “By the way, slut. I think I have something you will really enjoy.”
What had he just called her?
“Oh, what’s the matter. Don’t you like being called a slut?”
“No, I—”
“You what?”
“I’m not a slut.”
“That’s not what I hear.”
What the hell was going on here?
“Come here,” the VP demanded.
“What?”
“You’re not going to make me look bad in front of my peers,” the man told Brandy.
This was wrong, Brandy wanted to say ... and yet her pussy was wet.
“Come here,” the man said again.
Brandy took a step closer and then she took another.
“Don’t make me say it again,” the man warned her.
Brandy stepped closer and the man’s hand reached out. He grabbed Brandy around the waist and he pulled her to him. “Sluts like you need to come when called,” he told her.
I’m not a slut, Brandy wanted to say but she just couldn’t seem to make herself form the words.
“You want to show me what a grade A pussy looks like?” the man asked.
“Come on, Chuck. Leave the girl alone.”
“Oh ho,” Chuck Devereaux chuckled. “It looks like you have a supporter, but you know what? It’s probably not as good as he thinks. I think he just wants you for himself.”
“Come on, Chuck.”
“Let’s see if I’m right. Turn your ass around.”
This was wrong, Brandy kept telling herself. This was wrong and yet her pussy was getting even wetter. This was wrong but she could always say no, couldn’t she?
Chuck pushed the girl down over a table and his hand was pulling her short, little skirt up past her hips. “Look at that,” the man told his compatriots. “You ever see an ass like that before?”
No one said anything.
Chuck didn’t even bother to take Brandy’s thong off. He just slid it to one side to reveal her little, hairless pussy.
“Look at that. The little slut’s shaved herself clean. I’ll bet that means she wants me to fuck her.”
The answer should be no. Brandy knew that. The answer should be no and yet Brandy knew what the answer really was. The answer was yes.
“I guess I better not keep a slut like this waiting then.”
Brandy couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man slide inside her. Oh fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.
“What do you think? Should we make her cum?”
Brandy couldn’t help it. She didn’t care how wanton she seemed to be. She needed this.
“Oh yeah. Here it comes.”
Brandy moaned as she felt the vice president cum inside her.
She’d just earned a thousand dollars.
Where’d that come from, Brandy wondered and yet instinctively, she knew it was part of the deal. She’d just gotten herself fucked and for that, she’d just earned herself a thousand dollars.
And there was something else as well. She was still just a little bit horny.
After lunch, Brandy went to her room even though she remembered what had happened and even though she was still unsure why it had happened or what was supposed to happen next.
And she was horny. She needed to relax. She needed to ... to what? She wasn’t sure what she needed.
She’d go sit in the hot tub, she told herself. At least that would help her with her horniness.
But when she got there, she found someone else was already there. Noreen Blevens was the Vice President of Operations. She was a small woman with short, brown hair. She was forty or fifty.
Noreen looked up when Brandy arrived. “Come to get some hot tub?” she asked.
Brandy nodded. “Is it okay?”
“Of course, dear. There’s plenty of room here.”
Brandy removed her outer clothes, stripping down to a small, yellow bikini but if Noreen noticed, she gave no notice of it. Brandy touched the water with her toe and then she let her whole body slide into the water. “Oh yeah,” she moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“I have one of these back home. I usually use it three or four times a week.”
“That must be nice,” Brandy said as she closed her eyes. She didn’t really want to talk and she hoped the other woman would get the hint.
Noreen seemed to get the hint because she said nothing, but then she spoke again. “You know what would be nice?”
Brandy sighed. She supposed it would have been too much to ask that she just be left alone. “What?” she asked.
“This.”
Brandy’s eyes flew open as she felt the other woman’s body press against hers and then she felt Noreen’s lips on hers. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, dearie. You know you want this.”
“No. I mean ... why would you think that?”
“Oh, you’re shy. I like that.”
“I’m not shy.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Noreen said. “I’m not shy either and with that, she slipped her arms free from the swimsuit she was wearing.
Brandy found herself staring at the other woman’s tits. “No, that’s not what I meant,” she said desperately.
“You talk too much.”
“No.”
“You should take your top off.”
“No.”
Noreen leaned in and she kissed her again. “Come on. Please.”
“No.”
“It’ll be fun.”
“No.” Brandy tried to lean forward but that only seemed to push herself even more against the other woman.
“I’ll help you,” Noreen said and before Brandy realized what was happening, the other woman was reaching around her and was untying her top.
“I said no,” but Rnadi had to grab her top before it floated away and in so doing, she left her tits exposed.
“Nice,” Noreen commented.
“Stop that,” Brandy said as she raced to cover herself.
“Don’t cover those up,” Noreen said as she tried to work one of her hands under Robin’s hands. “I want to kiss them.”
Brandy groaned. Why did the thought of that suddenly make her hot.
“Come on. You know you want to.”
No, she couldn’t, Brandy tried to tell herself.
Noreen’s hands continued to work at trying to pull Brandy’s hands down. “Come on.”
“No,” Brandy whimpered.
“I’ll lick your pussy if you do.”
Brandy groaned. That was just the right thing ... or was it the wrong thing ... to say. Whatever it was, her hands slipped and in that instant, Noreen had those hands pulled down and she was kissing Brandy’s tits.
“Oh fuck,” Brandy groaned.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
Noreen pressed her smallish tits against Brandy’s body even as she leaned in to kiss the girl. “I like this,” she said.
Brandy groaned. She knew she shouldn’t like this but she knew she did.
Noreen stepped back in the tub and she shimmied her body and suddenly, she had her woter logged swimsuit in her hand which she promptly tossed up onto the deck.
Brandy knew what was expected of her and moments later, her swimsuit was right there beside Noreen’s.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
“Yes.”
Noreen pointed at the deck outside the hot tub. “Up there,” she said.
Brandy didn’t argue. She just hopped up onto the deck and then she let her legs dangle in the water and when Noreen wanted to slide between her legs, she gladly let her do it.
“Oh geez, yes.” She could feel the other woman’s tongue slide between her lips and then she was licking her clit.
Her hands squeezed her tits even as Noreen’s tongue worked her clit. Oh God, yes!
She’d almost cum. She’d been so close and if it had ended there, it might not have gone any further, but Noreen’s tongue wasn’t about to let it end.
“Oh God,” Brandy moaned as her hands squeezed her tits. “Oh God. That’s it. Make me cum. Make me cum. Oh God. Make me cum.”
And that was just what Noreen did.
And just like that, Brandy knew she’d just earned herself another thousand dollars. It was all part of the deal.
And she was horny, too, hornier than she had been before.
It was dinnertime and if anything, Brandy was even hornier. “You getting ready to go down to dinner?” asked Liam Jay, the Vice President of Sales as the two of them met in the hallway. His room, it seemed, was just down the hall from hers.
“Sure am,” Brandy agreed.
“You might want to reconsider that,” the man said.
“Why?”
“Because you and I both know food’s not what you really want.”
“What do I want?”
“Oh come now. I don’t really have to explain that to you, do I?”
“What are you two talking about?” asked a newcomer to the group. Josephine Renault was a young Black woman, some said too young to be Vice President of Marketing, but Josie as her friends called her, was quickly showing that she was a tenacious marketeer and she was showing she was willing to do whatever it took to get the job done.
“I was just telling Brandy here that we both know that food’s not really what she needs.”
“Oh, and what’d she say to that?”
“I was waiting for her response when you came along.”
“Well,” asked Josie, “what do you say to that?”
“I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
Josie put a protective arm around Brandy’s shoulders. “There you go. She says she doesn’t know.”
“Stop coddling her, Josie. You know she knows.”
“Why don’t you show us what you have in mind.”
“You want me to show you?”
“Yeah. Show us.”
“Okay. Come here, you little mynx,” and when Josie approached the man, he turned her around so she was facing Brandy. “First, we do something like this,” and the Black woman mewed in mock surprise as the man lifted her skirt and slid his hand down inside her panties, and over her firm, Black ass. “Is that what you want?”
“It’s good for a start.”
“What do you want me to do next?”
“You don’t need me to tell you that, do you?”
The man slipped a dress strap off of Josie’s shoulders and his hand massaged her tits. “No, come to think of it, I think I can figure this out on my own.”
Brandy couldn’t help but stare in shock. She couldn’t believe this was happening especially right out here in the open but more than that, she couldn’t believe how exciting this was making her.
“I think she likes it,” Josie said.
“You think she wants this, too?”
“What do you think?”
“I think she can’t wait to get her mouth on your tits.”
No, Brandy thought. No. That wasn’t it.
“Well, if that’s what she wants, what’s she waiting for?”
“You heard Josie. Why don’t you get over here and suck on those tits.”
Brandy took a step forward before she realized what she’d done.
“Come on, slut. You can do it.”
Brandy looked at the Black woman’s breasts. Oh geez. Her pussy was on fire and that was what finally did it. Her pussy was on fire. Maybe if she did what the man wanted, maybe she could get him to give her what she needed.
Brandy could feel Josie’s hand as it held her against her breast. “How’s she doing?” she heard the man asked.
“How are you doing?” the man asked.
“Mmm, I need to get fucked,” Josie said.
“More than her?”
“Who cares about the slut?”
“But that’s the point. She needs to get fucked, too.”
“You’re saying you’d take her over me?”
“I’m saying she needs it, too.”
Josie pushed Brandy back. “What about it, slut? Do you need to get fucked, too?”
Brandy couldn’t help but nod.
“I think maybe we need to see who has the better body.”
“I do,” Josie said.
“No, I do,” Brandy argued.
Liam took a key from his pocket and he opened a door. “In there,” he ordered.
Both women went into the room.
“Show me.”
That was all it took for the two women to strip themselves bare.
Liam looked at Josie and then he pointed at the bed. “You there,” he said.
Josie grinned until Liam looked at Brandy and pointed to a spot next to Josie’s. “And you there,” he said.
Both women took their assigned places. “Fuck me,” Josie pleaded.
“No, fuck me,” Brandy countered.
Liam did both, sliding first between Josie’s legs and then between Brandy’s. Once more he returned to Josie and then once again he was back between Brandy’s.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “So fucking tight.”
Brandy grinned to herself right up until the man pulled out of her pussy and slid his cock between her competitor’s legs.
But then he was back again and Brandy knew he could do it. He could make her cum and it would feel so good to have his cum inside her.
But once more, he was back between Josie’s legs and Brandy groaned. It wasn’t fair. She’d gotten him ready. She’d gotten him there. It wasn’t fair for the other woman to get what she had earned.
Once more, Liam’s cock slid between Brandy’s legs and this time, Brandy knew he wasn’t going to get away so easily. She could already feel her pussy tightening around his cock and then she could feel his cum entering her pussy. “Yes,” she moaned triumphantly. “Yes.”
“No,” Josie moaned in desperation.
“Why don’t you eat her out,” the man suggested.
“Good idea,” Josie agreed and suddenly, that was how Brandy found Josie straddling her body, her pussy just inches above Brandy’s pussy even as her tongue slipped between Brandy’s legs.
“You know what you want to do,” the man encouraged and that was all it took to get Brandy’s mouth doing just what Josie’s mouth was doing to her.
Brandy moaned as her pussy came and even as it did, she could feel Josie cumming, too.
She’d just cum twice with two different people. She’d never done that before and that’s when Brandy realized she had to get out of there before it was too late.