Just Another Day At The Office - Part 2

(BOND,INTERR,MF,FF,MF+,NC)

©1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"This your family, Danny?" Danny nodded. He noticed that she had dropped the "Mr. Givens" and had now assumed a tone of familiarity reserved for peers. "It sure would be a shame to drag them through something public and embarrassing." Danny looked up, a glint in his eyes. He was, after all, first and foremost a political animal, and recognized the opening of a negotiation when he heard it.

"Yes. Yes it would be too bad." He had no misconceptions about the awkward control Carnie now held over him. "I care for them very much; I'd rather spare them that."

"I could understand that. We may be able to work something out."

"How?" Danny asked.

"Danny, Danny, Danny. I told you, I have to file a report. As long as I am employed here, no one has access to the files but me. Even Everett can't get to them as long as I am an employee," she said, referring to the managing partner responsible for internal IS.

"Oh?" Danny saw the floodlights go on in his mind’s tunnel. Hell, there wasn't light at the end, there was a whole fucking sun! "So, how much is this going to cost me?" She was reasonable. He couldn't imagine her asking for some ridiculously unjustifiable amount.

Carnie slowly shook her head. "Oh Danny, it's not going to be that easy. No, not that easy at all." Still leaning against the desk, Carnie crossed her legs at the ankles. "We are talking about the career of a managing partner here."

"Oh come on! Let's not get melodramatic!"

Danny felt like he was on a roller coaster, scot-free one minute, facing an inquisition the next. Carnie uncrossed her legs and stood up and walked back to the credenza.

"Fine. I've got work to do anyway."

She began humming to herself as she powered down her laptop and began putting the peripherals away. Danny panicked. Forgetting the wet spot in his lap, he pushed the chair back and whipped the chair around. Because of her height, it was easy to grab Carnie's shoulders.

"Look, I'm sorry. This is hard for me. What do I have to do to get you to fix this for me?"

Carnie smiled as she snapped her case shut. She'd won; they both knew it.

"First, you need to tell your assistant that you are going to be on a conference call for awhile, and that he should take any calls for you until you call him back. Then put your telephone on 'Do Not Disturb'."

While Danny picked up the telephone to comply, Carnie went back around to his desk and hopped up on it. As he placed the receiver back in the cradle, she slid over so that she straddled his chair, one leg on each arm.

"Carnie, shouldn't I lock the door?" He had a good idea what was coming.

"No,” she said, shaking her head. “It's more fun this way. Let's just see how good your assistant is."

With her legs spread, her skirt rose above her hips, revealing the very thin piece of material failing miserably to cover a totally shaven pussy. Her outer lips were swollen from arousal, and the material was soaking wet. Enough moisture had collected behind her inner lips that when she spread her legs it slowly dripped out and pooled in a puddle just under her ass. The scent coming from her pussy now was 30 times stronger than it was earlier; Danny felt dizzy, it was so overpowering.

"So Danny, are you just going to sit there, or what?"

Danny wasn't sure what she expected, so he just went with his instincts. He leaned forward, using his index fingers to move the t-strap aside and spread her outer lips, and slowly began to trail his pointed tongue up her crack, starting down near her asshole and moving all the way up to her clit. She shivered then grabbed hold of his shoulders for support. Encouraged, he flattened his tongue out, covering more of her pussy as he lapped. He probed deeper, tasting her, feeling the warm wetness of her pussy. He was rock hard again, but he knew that this was all about her, and it might jeopardize things if he tried to relieve himself. She scooted forward a little, giving him better access to her asshole, which surprisingly was clean but musky tasting. He darted his tongue several times into her asshole on his way up, and was rewarded with a low guttural moan from Carnie. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and he hoped that she would let him fuck her soon, because he was going crazy with her writhing and rocking in his face like this.

After a while, he started to spend more time around her clit, which was hard and throbbing and peeking up through her inner lips. He began to suck it strongly. She whispered encouragement to him feverishly when he started to nibble on it. On a whim, he reached up, and slid an unlubricated finger into her asshole while he nibbled on her button. Involuntarily her hips bucked and she mashed her pussy hard into his face. He responded by thrusting the finger in and out of her asshole rapidly, while softly biting on her clit to the same rhythm. Carnie started fucking Danny's face and whimpering. She reached over and grabbed a ruler Danny had been using to do his work earlier, shoved it in her mouth and bit down. Then she grabbed a thick black nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand through her blouse and started to pinch them forcefully in time with the thrusts in her ass and the assault on her clit. Within moments, a low, guttural moan wafted up, seeming to start from her pussy and move up and through her chest. Danny had never heard anything like it, and immediately came in his pants again. He moaned deep into her pussy, setting Carnie off again.

When she'd finished her second orgasm, she pulled herself back into a sitting position, leaned forward, and kissed him deeply on the lips. "Not a bad start, Danny. That was amazing."

"Start?" Danny asked breathlessly.

Carnie chuckled. Reaching down, she rubbed her t-strap between her pussy lips, and tore it off. She then wiped around his mouth and nose, and dropped it in his lap. "That's what I said. Start."

Danny sat back in his chair, dumbstruck.

"Now, pick up the phone and call your wife. Tell her you have to go out of town on business, and that you'll be back tomorrow night." She smiled. "I'll be done with you by then, and you'll have your life and career back."

Woodenly, Danny picked up the telephone, punched in seven digits, mumbled something lame about a client emergency, and hung up.

"Let's not cause any suspicion," Carnie said as he replaced the receiver. "I'll meet you at the, let's see…" she thought a moment. "I know, the Embassy Suites on Wisconsin. There's a firm suite there that you guys use for out of town VIPs. I'll meet you there at 6:30." It was 11:45 now.

She hopped off the desk, walked over to the credenza, and grabbed her laptop. At the doorway, she stopped before she pulled it open and turned back to him. "Eat well, today. You're going to need your strength."

She smiled, pulled the door open and left, leaving it ajar. Danny looked down at the t-strap laying in his lap and his cock stirred again.

When he regained his senses (or what was left of them), he told his assistant to reserve the corporate apartment for the whole week because he had a prospect coming to town that he'd been working on for months, and was almost ready to sign. He didn't think he'd need it that long, but he figured he'd take it out of circulation to reduce the chances of someone accidentally showing up. He could always make up some story about the guy canceling at the last minute and reimburse the firm later.

He'd decided to take a cab up to the Embassy Suites. It would be embarrassing enough if he ran into someone he knew, but he would have a LOT of explaining to do if one of his friends or neighbors saw him driving to or from the hotel.

He checked his watch as he walked into the lobby off of Wisconsin Avenue: 6:00. He wanted to get here early, because he thought that, psychologically, it would put him on more equal footing if he were there before her, waiting with a devil-may-care attitude. The firm's key allowed him to bypass the front desk and go straight to the 6th floor. The door to the suite opened as he stepped off the elevator, revealing a very naked Carnie.

"Hi Danny. I've just been getting ready for you."

Danny stood in the hallway with his mouth hanging open, all pretense of self-control gone. There she was totally nude, the smell of sex thick in the air. She was clearly aroused; those magnificent nipples he had thought about all day were long and erect and even a little swollen, like maybe she'd been pulling on them. Her pussy also looked like it may have had a little workout. In addition to the lips being puffy and full they were slightly parted, and there was a trail of moisture running down the inside of both thighs. His cock stiffened as he examined the body that had been in his every thought since this morning. He'd convinced himself that he'd probably idealized her in his memory. Now, he wasn't sure that he'd done her justice.

Nervous that someone might come by and see her standing there, Danny hurried in and shut the door behind him. Removing his suit jacket, he went into the kitchen (where the firm kept the bar well stocked) and made himself a scotch and seven.

"Would you like anything?" he called to her in the living room.

"No, I'll get something later. Why don't you come in here after you've fixed your drink?"

He finished his drink in two big gulps, made a second, and joined her in the living room. She was sitting up on the dinette table with her legs spread, her pussy pointing toward the couch. Might as well enjoy the view, he thought, and sat down opposite her, his head level with her crotch.

"I have to tell you, I am so fucking horny right now I’m going to burst if I don’t cum," she said. Danny just sat there; after all, she was running this show.

She picked up a dildo about the length of a pen and the thickness of a good-sized carrot that must have been lying next to her on the table, although Danny hadn’t seen it when he sat down. Still facing him, she slowly rubbed the tip over her clit several times before pushing it deeply into her pussy, raising her hips to meet it.

"Ohhh, this feels good."

Danny shifted uncomfortably. He was very hard and getting harder, and his pants were not providing the room he needed for his expanding cock (not to mention they were stiff from this morning's encounter). Carnie's head was back and her eyes were closed as she sensually gyrated her hips in time to the deliberate thrusts of the dildo. From where he sat, Danny had a perfect view of the cylinder as it plunged into her pussy, her lips separating obscenely as it went in, and clinging tightly to it when she withdrew. The sweat was starting to pool on her stomach, at the point were her tits met it. She looked up.

"Get your clothes off, and help me out. Now!"

There was no mistaking the hunger in her voice. Danny almost jumped over the couch as he stood to respond to her command, shedding his clothes as quickly as he humanly could. In no time, he stood before her naked, waiting for her next directive. She'd watched him as he stripped, pistoning the dildo faster and faster as his clothes came off.

End of Part 2.

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