Eight in the Box
Part II
Another two thousand dollars.
It was hard to say she’d earned it but with Liam Jay and Josephine Renault both having been between her legs and with both having made her cum, it was certainly clear that she’d enjoyed it.
But one thing was perfectly clear. She had no idea why she’d been invited here in the first place, but whatever it was, she had to get out of there.
And that presented her with a problem. When she’d gotten the invitation to join her company’s leaders at a posh resort, she’d been honored when they’d sent a car to pick her up, but now that she wanted to leave, she had no way to go.
The Vice President of her own division had been the first one to take her, and then Noreen Blevins had done the same in the hot tub, and then it was Liam Jay and Josephine Renault tag teaming her and the weird thing was every time she came, she seemed to know that she’d earned herself another thousand dollars, like it was part of some unremembered deal. She was up to four thousand dollars now and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but she didn’t like thinking her life wasn’t her own, and there was something else.
She was horny.
This morning when she’d awoken, she was horny. There was nothing that she wanted more than to fuck. In fact, it was getting hard to think about anything else and that’s when she knew she had to get out of there ... before it was too late.
“I’d like to check out,” she told the girl at the front desk. She was glad it was a girl at the desk and not some guy because as horny as she was, she wasn’t sure what she would have done if it was a guy.
The girl looked at her computer and she frowned. “You realize you’re checked in through the weekend, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know, but I have to go. It’s a personal emergency.”
“I see. I hope it’s nothing too serious.”
“No, it’s not, but I really have to go.”
Once more, the girl looked at her computer screen. “Do you need transportation?”
“Yes. Can you book it?”
“Yes, of course.” The girl looked at something on the screen. “Would you excuse me a moment?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll be right back.”
The girl left her station and went to a room in the back. At first, there didn’t seem to be anything to it, but then the wait went on longer and longer, and Brandy began to wonder just what was keeping the girl.
“I understand you want to leave us early.”
Brandy turned to find the company’s Chief Financial Officer standing there behind her. Jerry Adler looked the part of a financial officer. He had white hair and blue eyes and a grin that seemed to come easily to him. His was probably the face that looked very comforting to investors and bankers alike. He was a very distinguished man.
But Brandy couldn’t help but wonder just how distinguished he’d look with her mouth wrapped around his cock.
Wait a minute. Where had that thought come from but now that it was there, she was having a hard time getting it out of her head.
“Were you intending to leave us?” the man asked again.
Brandy shook her head as she remembered why she’d come there and yet even as she tried to return to the subject, she couldn’t help thinking about what it would be like to suck Jerry Adler’s cock. “I ... I have a personal emergency,” she said. That actually wasn’t all that far from the truth. If she stayed around here too much longer, who knew what she’d do.
“That’s too bad,” the man said. “I hope it’s nothing serious.” Oh yeah, he was smooth. Certainly, the type of person that investors would find comforting.
“Well as it is,” the man continued, “any additional cash outlays have to be approved by me, and since you’ve requested a car, the front desk called me.”
Brandy nodded. She could understand that.
“So why don’t you come up to my room and we can discuss it.”
Brandy suddenly grew nervous. There was no way she wanted to be alone in a room with this man, not with the way she kept thinking about what it would be like to suck his cock. “Can’t we discuss it here?”
“A personal confidential matter? Out here in public? That wouldn’t be professional, would it?”
No, she didn’t suppose it would be.
“How about you just follow me,” the man said. “We can talk it over and then we can get you on your way. How’s that sound?”
Brandy agreed. It wasn’t exactly something she wanted to do. It was just that she couldn’t think of anything better to do.
She followed the man back to his room and then she followed him inside. Jerry pointed at a seat and then he took the other. “Now, why don’t you tell me the real reason you want to leave.”
“The real reason?”
“Sure. You said it was for personal reasons. You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“B-but it’s ... it’s the truth.”
“Mm hmm.”
“It is,” Brandy protested even though she could see the man wasn’t buying it.
“I don’t mean to sound indelicate,” the man said, “and you don’t have to give me any details, but perhaps you could tell me the nature of the emergency.”
Brandy wasn’t sure what to say because she hadn’t expected that question.
“You can’t even answer that, huh?”
“It’s sex,” she blurted out.
“Sex? What’s sex got to do anything? Are you telling me you want to leave because you want to have sex?”
Brandy shook her head. “No, it’s not like that,” she said although all this talk about sex was making her want to suck the man’s cock even more.
“Then what is it like?”
“I’m afraid—”
“You’re afraid of what?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from having sex.”
“Ms. Schaeffer, are you telling me you’re some kind of sex addict?”
That was the question Brandy didn’t really want to answer.
“Ms. Schaeffer, I’m waiting for an answer. Are you some kind of a sex addict?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? How can you not know? You either are or you aren’t?”
Brandy didn’t say anything because when he said it like that, it just sounded so right.
“So you expect this company to pay for a car to take you home so you can find someone to fuck. Is that it?”
Brandy shook her head.
“Then what is it, then?”
Brandy said nothing.
“Come on. What is it?”
“I’m afraid I’m going to do something with someone here.”
“Someone here? You mean someone from the company? You mean you want to do something with someone here at the company?”
Brandy nodded glumly.
“Okay, who?”
Again, Brandy said nothing.
“Ms. Schaeffer, I think I’ve been a patient man, but if there’s someone here at the company that you want to have sex with, I think I need to know.”
Brandy mumbled something that the man couldn’t hear.
“What’s that?” the man demanded. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”
Brandy took a breath and then she spoke again. “It’s you,” she finally said. “I want to suck your dick.”
The executive was clearly taken aback by the woman’s answer. “Me?” he said. “What do you mean it’s me?”
“I want to suck your cock,” Brandy mumbled. “I have ever since you met me in the lobby.”
“Me? Why would you want to suck my cock?”
Brandy shook her head. “I don’t know. I just do.”
The man was looking at her. “So you’re telling me you want to suck my cock? You’re telling me you want to suck my cock right now?”
“Yeah. I want it so bad.”
“All right then. If that’s what you want, why don’t you show me what you want.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You said you want to suck me. Show me.”
She shouldn’t be doing this, Brandy told herself, and yet that didn’t keep her from sliding out of her chair and crawling over to where the man was sitting across from her, and that didn’t keep her from crawling between his legs. She looked up at the man but he didn’t seem to be about to stop her.
Her hands pulled down his zipper and then she was reaching in to find his cock. He wasn’t hard to find. Pulling him out into the light though, that wasn’t so easy.
She looked up again.
“Do it,” the man told her, and without any final reprieve from what seemed to be an inevitability, Brandy Schaeffer let her mouth slide down over the vice president’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again. “Oh fuck.”
Brandy couldn’t agree more. Oh God. She’d never wanted to suck a man’s cock before and yet here she was sucking this guy’s cock and it just felt so good.
“I can see you like sucking cock,” the man said.
She wanted to tell him no. She wanted to tell him that this was the first time. She wanted to tell him she didn’t want to suck his cock or that there wouldn’t be a second time. That was what she wanted to tell him, but what came out instead was, “I love sucking cock. It’s so good to suck cock. I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
The man groaned as Brandy returned her mouth once more to his cock. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. If that’s what you want.”
That’s not what I want, Brandy told herself, and yet she seemed incapable of pulling herself free from the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again.
Oh God, Brandy thought. He’s cumming. She should be stopping this. She should be stopping it right now and yet she seemed incapable of doing that, and not only was she incapable of stopping herself, with cum in her mouth, it seemed as if that only served to make her suck him harder, as if him cumming in her mouth only served to make her want it more.
She swallowed. She hadn’t meant to do that either, but she did, and in spite of herself, she liked it, so she did it again ... and again .... and again.
“Oh my, Ms. Schaeffer. You do seem to be enjoying yourself. Yes indeed. Please keep sucking that cock.”
She was doing that. Brandy just couldn’t help herself and in spite of herself, even though the man had just cum inside her mouth, Brandy could feel him getting hard again.
“Tell me, Ms. Schaeffer, is sucking cocks all you do?”
Reluctantly, Brandy pulled her mouth up off of the man’s cock and she shook her head.
“No?” the man reacted with mock shock. “Why I’m surprised. Tell me what else you like to do.”
“I like to fuck,” Brandy said meekly.
“You like to fuck,” the man said still feigning shock. “Why I think that’s something I’m going to have to see. Would you take your clothes off for me?”
Brandy stood and off came her shoes. Off came her top and then off came her jeans. Her bra went next and then finally, her panties.
“Would you kneel on my bed,” the man said.
Again, Brandy did as she was instructed.
“I love my wife,” the man said as he came up behind the girl, “but sometimes, my wife can be so moody. A man has needs, don’t you know, but then I don’t think you’re going to be moody with me, are you, Ms. Schaeffer?”
Brandy shook her head. She wasn’t going to be moody.
“Let’s see how you like it when you get your pussy fucked.”
Brandy couldn’t help but moan as the man slid inside her tight, little pussy. She already knew what was going to happen. She was going to cum and there was nothing that was going to stop that.
“Oh fuck, Ms. Schaeffer. You’ve got such a tight, little pussy. Are you going to make me cum? I’ll bet you are, aren’t you? I’ll bet you can’t wait to get it. I’ll bet you want to make me cum.”
Brandy would have objected if she’d thought it would have done any good.
“Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh yeah. You’re going to make me cum.”
Brandy moaned. She already knew that.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. Here it cums.”
Brandy already knew that. She could already feel the swell of the man’s cock and the surge between her legs. She didn’t need the man to tell her what had happened. She already knew, and she knew something else. She knew that she’d just added another thousand dollars to her bank account.
The man finally pulled out of her pussy. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a pussy as young and as tight as yours,” the man said. “I thank you for that, but now, as to your request, I think I’m going to have to deny it. I don’t think my peers would like it if I let you go so early.”
“But—”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Schaeffer, but my decision is final.”
Brandy put her clothes on but already, she was trying to think of other ways to escape. They couldn’t keep her here against her will, she told herself. That was called kidnapping. But what was it called if you were a willing partner in your own imprisonment. Brandy was unsure about that.
They couldn’t do this to her. They just couldn’t. What she needed was an ally, but who?
The answer was obvious, of course. To ask the question was almost to get the answer. She had to find Mr. Culverdale.
Once more, she went back to the front desk. “I’m looking for a guest here,” she told the woman at the desk.
“Yes, ma’am. If you’ll give us the guest’s name, we can have the guest paged.”
Brandy shook her head. “I don’t want anyone else to know I’m looking for him.”
The woman behind the desk nodded knowingly. “I understand. This is to be a clandestine affair.”
Brandy shook her head. “No. It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?”
“It’s like ... it’s like ... listen, can we just find the man?”
“Of course. What’s his name?”
“It’s Matt Culverdale.”
The girl at the desk looked his name up. “Yes, I have his room number. Would you like me to ring him for you?”
“Yes, please.”
Brandy waited as the woman behind the desk rang his number. Finally, she looked up. “There’s no answer.”
“Is there any other way to find him?”
“Perhaps. Let me try something else.” The woman typed some keys on her keyboard and then she tapped a few more keys. “It appears Mr. Culverdale has a tennis court reserved this afternoon. He should be there now.”
“Thanks. That helps a lot.”
It wasn’t that long before Brandy was down at the tennis courts. Mr. Culverdale wasn’t on the first court, nor was he on the second court or on the third court, or on any other court that came after.
Maybe he was in the clubhouse, Brandy thought, but when she tried there, he wasn’t there either.
Damn it. She’d expected him to be here.
Once more, she walked along the tennis courts. He wasn’t here but she just had to make sure.
It was at the last court where she saw the concession stand. The stand was closed, but she thought she heard ... she thought she heard giggling.
She drew closer and then she walked around the corner of the stand and there was Mr. Culverdale but he wasn’t the one who was doing the giggling. It was the little, brown-haired teen who was on her knees and who was sucking his cock who’d done that. “Mr. Culverdale!”
The man looked up from the bench where he was sitting. “Ms. Schaeffer,” he said in a tone of complete indifference.
“What are you doing?”
“It looks like I’m getting my cock sucked.”
“But why?”
“I think that should be obvious,” the man said and then when it was clear that Brandy didn’t seem to think it was obvious, the man went on. “I’m getting my cock sucked because it feels good and because Tina here is one heck of a cock sucker.”
“Yes, well ... I ...”
“Is there something I can help you with Ms. Schaeffer?”
Brandy shook her head as if to clear it but it was clear she was having trouble taking her eyes off of what the girl was doing to her company’s Vice President of Human Relations. “I ... um, I want to go home.”
The man groaned. “You do, huh? Why?”
“I have a personal emergency.”
“And why are you coming to me?”
“Mr. Adler won’t let me go.”
“Jerry won’t let you go? What’s Jerry got to do with this?”
“I need his approval to get the resort to hire a car to take me home,” Brandy half-wailed, “and instead of giving it to me, he made me go up to his room and he made me fuck him. That’s harassment, isn’t it?”
“He did what?”
“He made me fuck him.”
The man shook his head. “I’ve known Jerry Adler for years,” he said, “and this is the first I’ve ever heard of anything like this. You say he made you fuck him?”
Brandy nodded.
The girl who’d been sucking the HR man’s cock said something to him that Brandy couldn’t hear.
“Yes, I know,” the man said. “I was pretty much thinking the very same thing.”
“You were thinking what?” Brandy demanded.
“Well Tina here was suggesting that for an act to be deemed sexual harassment, it had to be unwelcome.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I’m not sure what he did was all that unwelcome.”
“But ... but ... but—”
“But what? You mean if I told you I wanted you to let Tina here lick your pussy, are you telling me that you wouldn’t do it.”
“No.”
“No what? No you wouldn’t do it, or no, you’re not telling me that?”
“N-n-no,” Brandy moaned. Why couldn’t she make herself clear?
“Hmm. I’m still not sure I understand you,” the man said. “Why don’t you take off your clothes, Ms. Schaeffer.”
“No. I mean ... you can’t make me do this.”
“Make you do what, Ms. Schaeffer. You’re taking your clothes off all by yourself.”
And that’s when Brandy looked down at herself and that’s when she realized that she was doing exactly that. “No, I can’t,” she moaned.
“You can’t what, Ms. Schaeffer. I don’t see anyone here making you do something you don’t want to do.”
Damn, this was making her hot. Brandy knew it shouldn’t be making her hot but it was and there was that other thought that kept flitting around in the recesses of her mind, the thought she was doing her damnedest to try and ignore, the thought that said she kind of wished it were her on her knees that was sucking Mr. Culverdale’s cock.
“You have a nice body, Ms. Schaeffer. Do you like showing it off like this?”
The answer was no, or at least it was supposed to be no, so if the answer was no, why couldn’t she say it.
“Would you like to suck my cock, Ms. Schaeffer?”
The answer was still no, Brandy wanted to answer, but she just couldn’t seem to make herself say it.
“I think Tina here really wants to eat your pussy,” the man told her. “You don’t mind if Tina eats your pussy, do you?”
The answer was still no, Brandy told herself, so why was she shaking her head as she settled down between the man’s knees and as she took his cock in her hand. She shouldn’t be allowing the girl to do what she was doing.
But she was allowing it and damn it, the girl was good at it. Her tongue just seemed to know all the right ways to work her pussy and it wasn’t long before Brandy found herself moaning against Mr. Culverdale’s cock.
“Tina sure does have a very clever tongue, doesn’t she?”
Brandy would have nodded but she was too busy sucking the man’s cock to do that.
“You’ve got a clever tongue, too,” the vice president told her.
Oh geez. Why did that make her feel good, Brandy wondered. It shouldn’t make her feel good, and yet it did.
The man groaned. “Oh my, Ms. Schaeffer. Oh my, yes.”
Brandy knew what that meant. She knew she should stop and yet she couldn’t. She had to keep sucking that cock.
And besides, what the girl’s tongue was doing between her legs was incredible. She couldn’t have stopped even if she’d wanted to, she told herself and she didn’t want to stop. He was going to cum in her mouth and the girl ... oh fuck, the girl was going to make her cum and she knew she wanted to. She wanted to cum so very, very bad.
And that’s when she felt it, the surge of the man’s cock even as her pussy clenched almost at the very same time. She’d just cum again, and that’s when she knew. She’d just earned herself a reward of another thousand dollars.
Okay fine. She wasn’t going to get any help from the corporation, or at least she wasn’t going to get any help from the corporate brass. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason, they wanted her here as the corporate slut. She got it, but damn it, that wasn’t what she was. She wasn’t the corporate whore.
It was easy to tell herself that but damn it, why didn’t she believe it?
It didn’t matter why she didn’t believe it. What mattered was she needed to get herself out of here. She’d already earned herself ... what was it now ... six thousand dollars. That was a pretty hefty chunk of change. She just needed to get herself out of there before it was too late.
Too late. Why had she thought that, and yet even as she asked herself that, she knew it just seemed right. She did have to get herself out of there and she did need to do it before it was too late.
Okay, so if the corporation wasn’t going to help her, she was just going to have to help herself.
Once more, she went to the front desk. This time, it was a man behind the counter. He was kind of cute, Brandy told herself. She wouldn’t mind it if he took her and bent her over and ...
Stop it. She wasn’t suppose to be thinking that way. She wasn’t a slut.
“Can I help you?” the man asked.
“Yes, I was wondering. If I were going to give a friend directions, how would I tell him to get here?”
“Would your friend be coming from the city?”
“Sure. Let’s say he’s doing that.”
The man took a pre-printed map from behind the counter and he laid it out in front of Brandy. “We’re here,” the man said with a tap of his pen. “Now, if your friend were coming from the city, the best route would be Highway 299, south to Bailey’s Corner and then west on Tracort Road for five miles and look for our signs here.”
Brandy watched the man trace the route with his pen. It looked simple enough. “Can I keep this?” she asked.
“Certainly. Be my guest.”
Brandy went back to her room. So the corporation wasn’t going to pay for a car to take her home. Fine. She went to her purse and she got out her cell phone. Well, they couldn’t keep her here, no matter how hard they tried.
“Hello,” said the other person on the other end of the line.
“It’s Brandy,” Brandy said.
The man seemed surprised to hear from her, but he listened to what she had to say and when she was done, he told her he’d do what she wanted him to do.
“That’s great,” Brandy told the man, “but I think you’ve got to hurry.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I think time is of the essence.”
“All right. I’ll do it as quickly as I can.”
Brandy smugly hung up the phone. She’d shown them, she told herself, and wouldn’t they be surprised when they found out that she’d slipped free from their clutches.
And it was then that there came a knock at Brandy’s door.
There were two men there. The younger of the two men had an almost rugged look to him, big shoulders and a square jaw. He face was tanned so that it was easy to imagine that he spent a lot of time outdoors which was exactly what Jack Wells did. The company’s executive vice president was well known for spending most of his time out of doors and even hosted a celebrity golf tournament every year for charity.
But as well known as Jack Wells might have been, Harlan Fennimore was even more well known. With his long white hair and his intense ice-blue eyes, the company’s CEO had something that Brandy liked, even if she couldn’t identify just exactly what that was.
“Ms. Schaeffer,” the vice president said. “We were wondering if we might have a word with you.”
“Y-y-yes, of course,” Brandy stammered. “Won’t you come in.”
“Thank you,” the vice president said and with that, the two men entered her room.
“It’s come to our attention that you aren’t happy here,” the CEO said, “and that displeases both Jack and myself. When we organized this event, it was supposed to be an opportunity for a member of the corporation to spend time with the executive staff. It was never supposed to be something that was seen as a hardship.”
“I don’t see it as a hardship.”
“No? Then why are you trying so hard to get away?”
“I’m not trying to get away.”
“No?”
Okay, so maybe she was trying hard to get away, but she couldn’t tell these men the real reason for her need to get away.
“Perhaps you’d like to explain it to us,” Jack said. “Tell us what we can do to make your stay more enjoyable.”
“I ... I can’t.”
The CEO raised an eyebrow. “That sounds rather serious.”
“I should say so,” the vice president agreed.
“Perhaps we should see what we can do to get the truth out of her.”
There was one thing they could do, Brandy thought, and just that thought was enough to shock her. Both these men were old enough to be her father, or maybe older than that, and yet ...
“Of course, maybe that’s exactly what she wants us to do,” said the vice president.
“I’m not sure I follow you.”
“Maybe she wants to see what we can do to get it out of her.”
“I’m still not sure I follow you,” the man said.
Brandy couldn’t help but agree. What the heck was the man talking about but then the vice president was about to explain.
“Just look at her,” the man said. “I’ve never seen a girl so nervous in all her life.”
“What’s she got to be nervous about?” the CEO asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“That’s what I keep asking myself, but every time I do, I keep coming up with the same answer.”
“And that is?”
“I think she wants us to be here.”
The CEO smiled. “I think maybe you’re right.” He looked at the girl. “How about it?” he demanded. “Do you have something you want to show us?”
No, Brandy told herself. No. This shouldn’t be turning her on, and yet it was.
“I think she’s scared,” the vice president said. “I think maybe she doesn’t want to get in trouble.”
“I think maybe you’re right. I think maybe she needs a little encouragement. What about it? If you want to show us something, it will just be between us three. How’s that?”
No, Brandy tried to tell herself. No, but she could feel herself falling ...
“I still think she needs more encouragement,” said the VP.
“I think you’re right,” the chief executive said as he stepped closer and then one of his hands was stroking her arm. “What about it?” he asked. “Do you need a little more encouragement?”
Brandy couldn’t help but moan. Her body just seemed so alive where the man was touching her.
“I think you know what you want.”
Moving seemingly of its own volition, Brandy’s hand found its way to the front of the man’s pants and she couldn’t help purring at what she found there.
“There you go,” the man said. “I knew you knew what you wanted.”
No, Brandy tried to tell herself. No. She couldn’t be wanting this.
“Perhaps you’d like to have Mr. Wells show you his cock,” the CEO suggested.
She was supposed to say no, Brandy told herself. She was supposed to say no ... but she didn’t.
“Show her Jack.”
The vice president simply unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
“Oh God.” Brandy couldn’t help chastising herself over that outburst. After all, she hadn’t meant to sound so eager but suddenly, there the man’s cock was and she just couldn’t help herself.
“I think she likes you, Jack,” the CEO said with just a little bit of mirth in his voice.
“I like her, too.”
Harlan Fennimore still had his hand on the girl’s arm. “What about it, honey?” the CEO asked. “Do you have something you want to show Jack?”
Did she? Of course, she did. Okay, sure. She’d told herself she wanted to get out of here, but now ... oh geez, now she was having a hard time thinking about anything else but seeing what the vice president would feel like when he finally got his cock inside her. She stripped off her top and then off came her bra. She kicked off her shoes and then off came her jeans and finally, her panties.
“I think she’s eager, Jack.”
“Hell, I’m eager, too.”
Brandy led the vice president to the bed and then she pushed his willing body down and moments later, she was following him onto the bed. “Ohhh yeah,” she moaned as her hand reached between her legs and as she took hold of the man’s cock. “Oh yeah.”
She led the man’s cock to her waiting hole. Oh geez, the girl moaned. Oh geez. She was already so wet, and then she pushed herself down onto the man and she moaned even louder.
“Oh yeah,” the girl gasped as the man slid even deeper inside her. She knew she shouldn’t like this but really, when you were sitting atop a man’s cock and riding him hard, really, what wasn’t there to like.
She could feel the CEO coming up behind her and she could feel the man’s hand on her ass, but then ...
Then she was distracted by that cock in her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. Oh fuck. That was so fucking good.
Brandy’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help whimpering. Oh my God, she thought to herself. Oh my fucking god, and then she didn’t have time to think because Mr. Wells was cumming inside her tight, little pussy and she couldn’t help but cum right along with him.
Seven thousand dollars, the girl thought to herself. She couldn’t believe it. She’d just earned herself seven thousand dollars.
But she hardly had time to think about that because no sooner had the vice president vacated her pussy than the CEO was there to take his place and if anything, his cock was even bigger than the one that had preceded it. The man leaned in over Brandy and Brandy couldn’t help but feel like she was sandwiched between the two men.
And damn it, she couldn’t help but like the way she was feeling. She liked feeling like this. She liked being sandwiched between them, but most of all, she loved that dick sliding up inside her pussy. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez. Fuck me.”
As if the man needed any extra encouragement, the girl thought. Oh geez. He was so fucking big.
“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez. Fuck me.”
Her pussy was so wet but it wasn’t just her pussy. It was everything. It was her pussy. It was the cum that was still inside her. It was the way her pussy was slobbering for more. It was everything.
“Oh my God,” the girl groaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum.”
The man didn’t say anything but then he didn’t really have to. After all, his cock was busy saying everything that needed to be said and even as Brandy felt the man cum inside her, she could fell her pussy surrendering to the inevitable as she came one more time.
Brandy was sitting in one of the plush chairs in the lobby. She had her bags with her and she was very quiet. That was when the man rushed into the lobby. All it took was one look to see her sitting there and then he was moving in her direction. “Brandy? Are you okay?”
Brandy looked up. She wasn’t even sure why she’d called Jeri’s boyfriend Jeffrey or why she hadn’t called someone else. She just knew she’d called. She nodded numbly. “I’m okay,” she said in a subdued voice, “but I need to get out of here.”
“Are you paid up here?” the man asked. “Are you ready to go?”
Brandy nodded. “There was nothing for me to pay. It was all paid for by someone else.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Listen. Can we just go?”
“Yeah sure,” the man said with concern. “My car’s right out front. Is this all of your luggage.”
Again, Brandy nodded. “This is it.”
“You’re ready to go then?”
Brandy nodded. “I’m ready to go.”
It wasn’t until they were off the grounds of the estate that Jeffrey asked the question that Brandy knew he’d probably been dying to ask ever since he’d see her there. “What happened?”
It was weird. She’d known he was going to ask the question and she’d even had an answer prepared but when it was finally asked, she couldn’t seem to find the words to answer it. “I don’t know,” she said. “It was a company function of some sort.”
“That’s a pretty swanky sort of function, if you ask me.”
“Well not everyone was invited.”
“No?”
Brandy was silent and then she shook her head. “I think I was the only one there who wasn’t a member of the executive staff.”
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?”
“Why do you think you were the only one who was invited?”
“I think it was because they knew I was the only one who’d put out.”
“Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you put out?”
“Oh yeah,” Brandy said in a subdued voice. “I put out a lot.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. I put out a lot and I loved it. I loved getting fucked and the more I did it, the more I wanted it.”
“Sounds like you should have stayed there then.”
Brandy turned to look at Jeffrey. “But it’s not what I wanted,” she told the man. “I didn’t want to be like that.”
“Oh come on, Brandy. Isn’t it you who likes to tell Jeri that you’re a slut.”
“But this is different.”
“How?”
“I didn’t want it.”
“You just said you did.”
“Yeah, but—”
“How much money did you earn?”
“What? I ... I don’t think I said anything about any money?”
“You didn’t. I did.
“But how did you know—”
“Who do you think put that thought in your head?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t really think you’d get that invite if I hadn’t arranged it, did you?”
“What?”
“And when it came time to have someone come pick you up, you called me. Why do you think that is?”
Brandy shook her head.
“It’s because I arranged the whole thing, so I’ll ask you again. How much money did you make?”
Brandy froze. She wasn’t even sure why but she knew she had to answer. Her voice was flat as she answered Jeffrey’s question. “I was up to seven thousand dollars.”
“Yes, and?”
“And what?”
“You said you were up to seven thousand dollars.”
Brandy was starting to look somewhat self conscious.
“And what?” the man asked again.
“And I lost it,” the girl said. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I don’t even know how it happened but I lost it.”
“Oh, Brandy. Come on. You know that’s not exactly true.”
“What isn’t?”
“You know how you lost the money.”
“How?” the girl said, her voice now tinged with a hint of desperation.
“You were going to get paid a thousand dollars for each executive who made you cum, but if you let them all have their way with you, you got nothing. You have to remember that.”
“No,” Brandy whimpered.
“Oh now, Brandy. You know it’s truth. Whores get paid but you’re not a whore, are you. You like sex way too much for that.”
Brandy shook her head. “No, no, no,” she kept muttering.
“Now, Brandy,” the man said. “You know that’s not going to do any good.”
“No, no, no.”
“Yes, Brandy. You know what you are. You can say it now.”
“No,” Brandy whimpered. “No.”
“Do you know what you are?” the man asked.
“I am such a fucking slut.”
“That’s right, you are, and when I get you home, I’m going to fuck you hard just like a slut needs to be fucked.”
Brandy couldn’t help but moan at the man’s words. Just like a slut needs to be fucked. That just sounded so right, and really, her pussy was so wet, and geez, she couldn’t wait to get back because she really did need to get her pussy fucked.