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Tepid Coffee by Karen Blayne 
 
Oh by the way red tape first.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.©2020 
 
Bloody hell, they’d taken a company to court over a bribe that was made in a foreign country ten years ago.  That wasn’t good.  Time to wind up the company and place the assets in a new one to avoid the past catching up.
 
I looked round the office, they’d needed new letterhead but apart from that everything looked fine.  Now how on earth was I supposed to make sure the new company kept to the invisible line?  I mulled what was the name of the girl who had taken me to task for parking illegally.  Miss Goody Two Shoes, now what was her name.  Never mind I’d recognise her legs when I saw her next. 
 
There she was, I’d recognise those lovely calves anywhere.  Now in my young day they’d have proper seams running up them.  “If you’d like to follow me to my office please.”  There I’d done the polite thing and said please as they mentioned on the management course.  I’d only done it to get the company certified so they could bid on some bloody government contract.  Audrey followed him and wondered what she’d done now.  Tact never had been her strong point.  “Sit and sign!”  I commanded.  She quickly read it through then signed the application for a new management position.  “Now this one.”  She signed once more the letter of offer.  “It says you can’t fire me with less than a year’s notice?”  “It’s to allow a cooling off period when I get annoyed at you.”  “Why should you get annoyed at me?”  “Apparently we can get prosecuted if we pay bribes.  Your job is to make sure we don’t.”  “Pay bribes or get prosecuted?”  “Get found out which probably means I’ll have to stop bribing people.  So it’s your job to warn me before I do it.”  “You are going to get annoyed at me aren’t you?”  I beamed.  “I don’t think I want the job.”  “You’re stuck with it for a year.”  She crossed her legs and leaned back watching me get distracted.  “Why me?”  “Because you pulled me up on parking illegally once so I know you’re honest and secondly you aren’t afraid of speaking up.”  “I knew I should never had said something.”  She muttered.  Still the pay raise was nice she thought.
 
“Have a look through the bid on the table and see if it’s clean.”  She picked it up and walked back to her cubical.
 
She carefully listed the items that looked suspect and compared the cost to a similar project in a different nearby country then returned to me.  “If we don’t pay the consultancy fees to the presidents son-in-law we’ll never get the contract.”  I complained.  She pointed out the difference in contract costs between the two countries.  I moaned but then agreed the changes which halved the cost and submitted the bid.  She made a few phone calls and leaked the bid amount to the press without naming the company and pointed them to a similar contract in the next country.
 
They won the contract after public pressure pushed the idea of the lowest bid.
 
Riley and Addison were sprawled out doing their nails.  “So we’ve been accepted for business studies but what are we going to do when we get there?”  “You mean partying and such?”  “I don’t want some guy who has had sex with twenty others.  You never know if they’ll be clean.”  “True but forming a relationship with some guy at our age?  I mean to say I change my mind to often.”  “Mr. Hitachi then?”  “Yes but he isn’t much good at holding you or kissing you is he?”  Riley just put her tongue out.  Addison just had the habit of being very cautious.  Mind you it did mean they had avoided some problems from time to time.
 
Mrs. Melrose looked over her small clique of students.  They’d done very well and were all quite capable of going on to University.  Art and Heather she was particularly please with their performance but unfortunately when suggesting to their parents they should go on she’d met with opposition.  Art’s were going through a divorce and Heather’s were out of work so neither had money to spare and both had been brought up with the idea of borrowing money was wrong.  Still the others she could be proud of and she’d heard next year’s class was promising.
 
Now then you two are you going to the prom?”  “I haven’t a partner Mrs. Melrose.”  “And no one has asked me and even if they had I haven’t a long dress.”  “We’re of a size.”  Mentioned Suzanne, “Come over and we can go through my wardrobe.”  Mrs. Melrose gave Art a significant look then glanced towards Heather.  Heather grinned “Art I think you’re about to invite me to the prom.”  “I am?”  He had a slightly puzzled look on his face that wasn’t unusual as he thought over something at the back of his mind.  “You are.”  Commanded Suzanne.  “I must have forgotten to say the words then.  Would you like to come to the prom with me?”  Heather smiled “Yes please.”  “Well done Art.”
 
Heather had sent off a hundred C.V.s hoping to get a job.  “Audrey how on earth am I to get a job if they all want experience and I haven’t got any?”  “Fear not your elder sister will provide a job.”  “But I want to be hired for me not because I’m your sister.”  “We’ll get you a job, you can get a bit of experience then go looking for another one based on your experience.”  “Sounds fishy to me.”  “Relax my boss is a pushover.”  “I thought you said your job was to do with ethics?”  “So I have to practise being unethical so I know what to look for.”  Heather was puzzled by the logic but there again she didn’t have any more money for stamps even if handwritten C.V.s were supposed to attract more attention.
 
She carried my coffee to my desk and put it down.  I took a sip, damn it it was tepid.  I called security and HR and glared at my coffee.  The door opened and there was Audrey, another bane of my life.  I pointed to a chair.  “Just sit and wait until I’ve finished.”  Mrs. Perez finally appeared together with Joe.  “My coffee was tepid this morning so I want her gone.”  Mrs. Perez looked shocked.  “You mean she made you your coffee?”  “Well I didn’t make it just get her out of here.”  “It’s very flimsy evidence for dismissal.  She could appeal and get a year’s salary plus we’d end up paying legal costs.”  Commented Audrey adding her unwelcome comments as normal.  “So give her a year’s salary in lieu of notice just get her out of here.  Joe call her a cab and help her carry her belongings downstairs.  Escort her off the premises forthwith, and I want a replacement by the end of the afternoon.  Someone who knows how to make coffee.”  Mrs. Perez looked as if she was about to have a fit.  “You can’t do that.”  I hate being told what to do.  “Joe you may be needed to escort Mrs. Perez off the premises next.  Mrs. Perez you may advise me but you do not tell me what to do, understood?”  “My advice is not to act is this way.”  I shrugged “Thank you for your advice just sort the paperwork out.  Now I need someone to make my coffee this afternoon, so will someone sort it out for me or everyone in the room gets fired including Joe.”   
 
Audrey hung back.  “Heather will be here within the hour.  Meantime I’d better make you a fresh mug of coffee hadn’t I?”  My office cleared and I had a mug of perfectly made freshly ground coffee sitting on by disk in front of me.  Life was good. 
 
Heather, who ever she was, turned up an hour later in jeans.  “Audrey thought it was more important to get here within the hour than get changed.”  “Quite right I need another coffee.  Get hold of Audrey and she’ll show you how to make it.”  I went back to going through the reports in front of me.  We needed a web page for mobiles?  Why on earth would something hanging down from the ceiling need a web page.  My coffee arrived.  “Know anything about web pages?”  “No but Art is good at that.”  “Can we hire him?”  “Well he’s looking for a job so I guess so.”  “Tell him he’s hired.”  Well we had the money floating around. 
 
The next morning as I rode up the elevator I felt a hand on my crotch.  All the other occupants got out on the next floor except myself and the hand.  I looked at her looking innocent as her fingers lightly ran over me.  “What do you think are doing?”  “Stroking you first then I’ll hit you for ten.  I forgot my lunch money today and my credit cards are maxed.”  I peeled off a hundred and handed it over.  “Want change or more stroking?”  “Keep it.  What have you been spending your money on?”  “Clothes what else is there in life?”  She got off at the next floor and I tapped her bum lightly as she got off.  “You need a bit more discipline when it comes to spending money.”  She turned back and grinned.   
 
Mrs. Perez arrived with a candidate in tow.  “I’ve been through all the available candidates and here she is a perfect fit.  I’ve checked her references and they’re perfect.  She’s an English graduate so she can correct your grammar.”  There was a challenge in her voice and my suspicion that I didn’t have much choice floated in the air.  “You sit and you leave us.”  I commanded.  I turned back to her snotty candidate.  “She told you about the last one did she?”  “Something about being dismissed on the spot because your coffee was tepid?”  “Precisely.”  She opened her bag and dragged out a file.  “I’ve got examples of my work here.”  “So?”  It wasn’t as if she had a mug of coffee hidden in there so I was puzzled why would I be interested in what she had done elsewhere.  “You aren’t going to hire me are you.”  The thought had crossed my mind but it would be better if she didn’t accept the job or work out that way I could distance myself from HR.  I made a couple of changes to the document and printed it out and passed it across to her.  She skimmed it and signed it quickly without really reading it through.  Oh well she’d learn by experience.  “You start tomorrow at 7 am.  Be here in my office now off you go.”  She looked so relieved to have landed a job.  She’d find out soon enough it was minimum wage with lots of bonuses. 
 
I had Heather make me another coffee and she fed me a couple of plain chocolate biscuits from somewhere.  “Biscuits?”  I queried.  “To sweeten you up.”  “Go home and be here at ten to seven in the morning.  You’ll be teaching Chloe to make coffee when she gets in.”  “You don’t need me any more?”  “Contrary to many people’s thoughts I do allow my staff to have time off.  Your time off and Chloe’s will be coordinated so I still get my coffee made.” 
 
I was just thinking of going home when the office door opened slowly.  “Good you’re all alone.”  Kathy from the elevator entered my office.  “I was thinking about what you said and I think you’re right I need discipline.”  She laid herself across my lap.  I just sat there.  “The idea is you raise my skirt and tap my bum.”  Why not.  The pleated skirt lifted easily and underneath was a confection of lacy underwear.  The stockings weren’t seamed but otherwise they hit just about every button I processed.  “Now which items of clothing do you suggest I stop buying?”  That deserved a slapped bum and it got one.  “How much do you earn?”  She told me her grade.  I couldn’t do anything about that unless I switched her to being an on call commercial truck driver.   We pay the earth for agency staff when we have an urgent delivery. “How much have you got on your credit cards?”  It didn’t seem very much “I’ll arrange a cash advance for the amount and add a dress code bonus to your wage which will more than cover the amount. Oh and I’ll arrange a training course to qualify you and put you on a higher grade.”  She turned and kissed me on the lips before wiggling off and drawing up a chair besides me.  “Now that deserves a proper handjob.”  Proper, the word couldn’t be described as having anything to do with how she managed to quickly unzip me and wrap her fingers about my manhood.  I slid my fingers over her crotch at the same time, soon her legs had parted and I slid my finger up inside her warm lubricated slit as she started to kiss me once more sliding her tongue into my mouth.  I think she held me on edge for nearly fifteen minutes before she ran her thumb over my tip that caused me to lose my load.  “That was fun.”  She whispered in my ear. 
 
“Kathy could you set a dress code up for me?”  “What sort?  Just for me or someone else?”  I have a new snotty secretary that I want to get rid of but don’t want to fire.  She’s an English graduate and they tend to get up my nose.”  “So you want me to set her up in something she’d feel uncomfortable wearing?”  Kathy was so quick sometimes so I kissed her lightly on the lips to indicate she’d got it exactly right.  “Straight in to slut wear or can I do it gradually?  Gradually will be more fun and what’s it worth?”  “I’ll double your dress code allowance.”  “I like that idea.  Triple it and it can cover madam’s new dress code as well.”  She gave me a gentle squeeze before tucking me back inside. 
 
I got a group of our drivers to teach Kathy how to drive a truck as and when they had spare time, then we finished her off with a few days at a truck school before she finally took her test.  She passed first time to everyone’s amazement and that was doing the local test which is harder than some provinces.  She’d only drive trucks that were clean inside the cab though.  So I hired a special cleaner who cleaned the interiors of the cabs.  The other drivers seemed to appreciate it as well.  Most of the time we used her just moving the trailers around in the yard but it got the job done.  Occasionally when the need was desperate we’d send her off on a trip.  A couple of other girls wanted to try it as well so we ended up with half a dozen doing job sharing and local trips. 
 
Chloe entered my office and sat down at the small desk at the side.  I know Kathy has said she'd start her off respectable and gradually get her wearing more interesting clothing but a mid calf skirt?  Oh well, not only that but she seemed almost uncomfortable wearing it.  At mid morning I got up and motioned her to the door.  “We're meeting the audit team this morning so come and take some notes.”  I let her walk in front of me and glanced down at her ankles.  Seams and just the slightest hint of bagginess at the ankle.  In the conference room I sat on her left, her wrap over skirt fell open showing stocking tops and bare thigh above.  Now there was a sight you don't see everyday.  She quickly tugged the skirt to cover herself up and I sat back to listen to what the auditors were saying.  “Now we seemed to have uncovered an overpayment to the team putting in the new computer system.”  Really?  I listened to them for a few minutes then realised what had happened.  “So you've uncovered a one off payment correct?”  “Yes but it is for a large amount.”   “I authorised it.  The team are salaried but have been working long hours to get the system in and tested.  They hadn't been keeping track of their hours so I just authorised six months pay as a bonus for getting in on time and budget.”  You could see their faces drop.

Two weeks later Chloe was a bit later arriving my office and was looking flustered.  I knew Kathy had set up a gym for her so put it down to that.  At least she was wearing a short pleated skirt which showed off her thighs even if she wasn't wearing stockings, just knee high socks.  She seemed very keen to face me all the time.  For some reason I was suspicious.  “Turn round.”  I commanded.  She turned holding a clip board over her bum.  “Clip board down please.”  Reluctantly she lowered the clip board.  I didn't see why.  I thought the slit up from the hem to the waistband added interest and for the tiny thong underneath well that certainly caught my interest.  

When I saw Kathy next I complimented her on Chloe's outfit.  “I had an idea you'd like it.  I beginning to know your tastes.  Put your head round the door into the gym tomorrow morning around 8:15 her exercise bicycles have arrived.” 

At 8:14 exactly I entered the gym, Chloe arrived a minute later and there in the middle of the floor were two exercise bicycles.  One was plugged into a wall socket the other was free standing but had more cogs and chains than normal.  “Which would you like to try first?”  Kathy asked Chloe.  Chloe was stood by the free standing one.  “Just pedal very slowly at first.”  Sounded an odd thing to say but whatever.  I always associated gym with hot sweaty bodies.  Chloe mounted then cries out “It's poking itself inside me.”  “That's what it is supposed to do.  Now keep those legs moving.”  Chloe stopped pedalling.  Kathy looked at me.  I shrugged “Just do it.”  Chloe looked mutinous for a moment then thought about the cost of losing her job.  She sighed then slowly starting pedalling again.  I walked across to Kathy “I can't see where it is poking into her.”  Kathy pointed at the chain that went upwards.  “If you look at the crank you'll see an arm on the end of which is a black plastic dildo, moulded on one the basket ball players.”  “You mean?”  “Yep she's penetrating herself as she pedals.”  Chloe looked as if she might topple of the bike.  “Go and hold her steady.”  I stood behind her and placed a hand on each side of her waist to hold her steady.  “Higher please.”  Within a minute my hands were cupping her breasts.   No bra that was for sure.  “I thought you might appreciate the microfibre top and absence of a bra.”  Kathy grinned at me.

Those nipples were rock hard under my fingers.  Kathy moved to unzip me and gave me a gentle hand job as Chloe seemed to quiver beneath my fingers.

“You can go and get changed now.”  Chloe climbed off the stationary exercise bike.  “I should have chosen the other one this morning.”  As she changed in front of me Kathy knelt and gave me a blowjob.  I didn't last long, the visual stimulation of Chloe changing into a quarter cup bra cover by a thin blouse that hid very little didn't help me hold back. 
 
The next day Chloe chose the other bike.  “Sit back on the saddle.”  Kathy commanded.  Even I could hear the buzz of the magic wand as it stuck up slightly in the middle of the saddle.  Her nipples were even firmer than last time as I held her steady on the bike.
 
I looked at the graphs on how we were doing.  Andrea had set them all up for me before I’d fired her.  Bloody sales were up twenty percent that meant I’d be paying overtime again to get the orders out.  Sometimes life was hard.  I drilled down as Andrea had taught me and spotted the increase was coming in through the web site.   Heather arrived with a mug of coffee.  “Know anything about why the web site sales have increased?”  I asked more to myself than expecting an answer.  “Well Art did rework the web site to make it more attractive and I helped with the design aspects.  Art wants to know what he should do next?”  Well we were short of qualified first aiders.  “Send him on a course.”  “He’d like that, a four year university one in computers?”  Bloody hell I was thinking of a two week course on CPR.  “And book yourself in for one as well while you’re at it.”  I said sarcastically.  The next thing I know is she’s sat on my lap kissing my cheek thanking me, and Audrey had just come through the door to catch us in a compromising position.  “Sister dear, I’m not sure I mentioned it before but you aren’t really supposed to sit on the boss’s lap and kiss him.”  Sister?   Heather was Audrey’s sister?  Miss Goody good shoes wasn’t quite so spotless after all. 
 
Audrey caught my eye.  “Well she can make coffee and she was available on short notice.”  She defended herself.  Still we were doing very well without paying the consultant fees in Africa, I’d let her sister and boyfriend have their courses, after all it looked good on the books and came out of pre-tax dollars and besides it gave me a lever over Audrey to keep her in line. 
 
Kathy had made a start on Chloe’s dress code.  She started by selecting more flattering clothes and colours.  Chloe looked a lot more attractive certainly.  Kathy and I were sat in my office eating a meal together.  I gave her a couple of hundred dollar bills and she cooked or rather I suspect someone else in the office put everything together and Kathy just set the timer but whatever happened it tasted just fine to me.  It made a change from take out certainly.  “Chloe looks quite attractive in her new clothes.”  “Thinking of keeping her then?”  “Well she is rather decorative now I can see a bit more of her legs.”  Kathy looked at me almost as if she was weighing something up.  “Go on spit it out.  I can only say no.”  She grinned “You know them two you sent off to college?”  “Yes?”  “My sister is bright.”  “So?”  “Worth blowjobs.”  “Better be worth more than that.”  “All right.”  My nose twitched.  “But I’m not doing it in the office.  I want a comfortable bed and she’ll want somewhere to live as well.  Our mum’s driving us both mad.”  I thought about it.  “Whilst we’re on the subject Chloe’s husband is looking for work.”  “So?”  “Training courses for family and spouses.  I mean paying the fees and minimum wage for him for a two year college training course with a qualification at the end of it would mean she’d be trapped for two years and we could really push her limits, remote control vibrators, the works.”  Lust took over my decision making process, that and having Kathy kneeling in front of me.  Her lips wrapped round my manhood and she very slowly gave me a sensuous blowjob.  “You’d best go and pick out a house for her then hadn’t you?”  “Really?”  “Well its cheaper to buy than rent, it’s yours if she passes her exams.”  “Bloody hell.”  “A virgin are you?”  She gave me a look.  “That’s for me to know and you to find out after you’ve paid the course fees and paid for the house.” Talk about buying a pig in a poke, still she had very nice blowjob skills. 
 
“You want to buy a four bedroomed home with a double garage?”  “Apparently they are a glut on the market at the moment.  I found three next to each other all wanting to sell.  The asking price is less than they paid the builders ten years ago and they desperately want to move.”  “Go back and suggest if they drop their agent you’ll offer all three ten percent less than they’re asking.  The offer is in cash and by the time they don’t have to pay the agent’s fees they be almost as well off.  Remind them the normal price is 3% less than the asking price.”  “What if they all accept?”  “Take your pick and I’ll sort out what to do with the other two.  See if one will do a closing date early enough for your sister to move into for college and the other two I’m not concerned about.” 
 
Two accepted the terms.  The third didn’t believe Kathy when she said she had cash to buy and would only deal through their agent.  Fine what to do with the second house?  “Chloe want to buy a house?”  “Yes but we don’t have a deposit.”  “Here are the keys.  Go and live in it whilst you save up the deposit.  If you haven’t saved enough within five years or leave my employ then we’ll talk.”  Chloe blinked and took the keys from me.  I let Kathy tell her about the scheme to pay college fees for retraining of family or spouses and there was just one opening left this financial year.  Connor arrived that lunch time to sign the paperwork.  Kathy offered the use of one of the company’s trucks to the two sellers with her driving if they could find the muscle to move the furniture and she did the same deal for Chloe and Conner. 
 
Kathy looked round with satisfaction.  You could put her parent's home in twice and still have room to spare.  Tonight she'd try something special as her sister was coming round to supper.  Who would have thought giving the gaffer a quick rub to cadge her lunch money would have led to all this.

She laid the table nicely.  A visit to Sally Army had uncovered a set of bone China with a rather nice pattern from an estate the girl has said, with glassware that went with it.

I was going through my emails when the doorbell rang.  When I answered it there was a slightly taller version of Kathy.  “Come in she's playing in the kitchen.”  Julia looked puzzled as I pointed out the way to the kitchen.  “The butler said you were playing in the kitchen?  Kathy you never cook so what gives?  And why the mysterious message about having supper here tonight?  Smells good though, did the butler cook it?”   “Go and introduce yourself to my boss the butler as you called him.  If you're nice to him he might even be your boss as well.”

“Kathy says you're not the butler but her boss and you might have a job for me?”  “Minimum wage and a fixed four year contract.”  “Well it's a job I suppose.” 

Kathy came in carrying a plate and set it down in my place.  “I'll get the other two.”  And I left them to talk.  “What's the big deal about a four year fixed contract at minimum wage?”  “You get sent on training.”  “What sort?”  “University if you like.  That's why it's four years long.”

I came back carrying two plates on a tray.  “Why?” came the demand, “Is she giving you blowjobs or something?”  Julia looked round, “My sister is screwing her boss to put me through University?”  “What do you get out of it?”  “If you must know I get the house you'll be living in provided you pass your courses.”

“What if they don't accept me.”  “I suspect they will.  Their engineering department sends me coop students and they are doing some research for me to lower the cost of creating hydrogen gas at wind farms.”  Kathy looked at me open mouthed.  “Audrey will never let you get away with it.”  “You're forgetting Elizabeth.  All we have to do is find her and Art a room in your house and Audrey will fall in line.”

“Well I guess that's that then.  Where do I sign up for my minimum wage job?”

The food was good.  “I don't recall seeing the China and glasses before.”  “Sally Army's best.”

Julia looked round the house.  Well yes it had four bedrooms but unless you slept on the floor and ordered take-out it needed things like curtains.  She drew up a shopping list with rough costs besides it then decided to beard the dragon in his den.

“Even at Sally Army's prices it will cost thousands to furnish the house.”  I looked down the list.  “Where can I find that sort of money?”  She looked at me “How much does a blowjob pay?”
 
Art looked round the common room.  Across the room was a pair of jeans that looked as if they had been painted on.  A pair of thigh high black leather boots strolled into the room.  The girl didn't seem to make her mind up where to sit as she walked from one end of the common room to the other and back again.

A pair of jeans slid into the bench seat next to him.  “The girl in the pale blue dress, it doesn't even fit properly.  It's about to gape when she turns to the right.”  The girl turned and as predicted the dress gaped exposing her breast and nipple.  “I was beginning to suspect it might be deliberate.  Like the girl in the soft leather thigh boots who seems intent on striding back and forth.  I wonder how the girl in those tight jeans gets them on and off?”  There was a giggle next to him.  “Well during my great grandmother's war she told me they wore corset's to mould their body to the ideal shape.  To make them last longer the government's advice to remove them was to use a good strong yank.”

Art kept a straight face.  “You’d want to see their driving license first to make sure they came from a northern state.”  They both burst into quiet laughter.  “I'm Addison.”  “and I'm Art.  Pleased to meet you.”

“What are you studying?”  “Business, yourself?”  “I'll be playing with computers.”  “I thought you might be.  You had a sort of computer geek look about you.”  “You mean you judge people by appearances?”  “Well you are wearing a shirt and tie.”  “So?”  “Not many do these days.  Just business guys with a suit and a couple of old fashioned guys who often study computers.”
 
Elizabeth rolled up and finished Art’s coffee.  “That’s theft.”  “No it isn’t it saved you from going to buy me one.”  She turned to the girl sitting next to Art “Wouldn’t a gentleman offer to buy you a coffee?”  “Well he hasn’t yet.”  Julia drifted up.  “Art if you’re buying coffee could you buy me one as well?”

Then Riley arrived “Hi guys.”  “Any luck?”  “No I think we’re reduced to a tent in the park.”  replied Riley.  “I could make room for you in my bed?”  Commented Art hopefully looking at Addison. 
 
Addison looked thoughtful.  “You mean you aren’t dating?”  “Well he did invite me to the prom when strong armed.”  “Art have you ever?”  “You mean with a girl?”  “Or boy?”  He looked puzzled for a moment or two.  “No, neither.”  “Good then I suggest we form a bubble of us four girls and Art.”  Julia started to grin.  “You mean he gets his own harem?”  “Well if we warm ourselves up first there is no reason why he can’t have sex with each of use and hold us in away that Mr. Hitachi can’t.”  “You mean Art and Mr. Hitachi together now that sounds interesting.”  “I’m not sure I agree.”  “You’re out voted, four against one.”  Art thought he never would understand girls. 
 
Well life had settled down.  Art, Heather and Julia were off studying somewhere.   Chloe and Conner seemed happy in their new home.  Kathy mentioned that Conner was enjoying his course and it looked as if he’d get a job at the end of it.  Chloe was a bit more relaxed around the office and even surprised me by not only wearing the silk stockings I adored but lifting her skirts for inspection as she put it each morning and taking my hand and rubbing it against her knickers.  She’d started by rubbing the back of my fingers against her knickers but these days wasn’t objecting to me running my fingers over her skimpy knickers. 
 
Kathy, well if she’s happy enough to warm my bed at present but longer term I think she’d be more comfortable with someone else but for the present that’s fine. 
 
I opened the letter marked private and confidential.  A note from Andrea.  The new company was doing well and her husband still hadn’t cottoned on that I was the angel who had found him the funds for his start up.  They were using some office space that would otherwise be empty on the 13th floor of an office building I owned.  Basically they’d made a small profit in their first year.  Well considering they were only paying a peppercorn rent that wasn’t too surprising.  Could I arrange a couple of training courses for their technical geeks?  They could sit in the back of one of our classes that we paid the teacher rather than per student.  I took note of which courses she wanted.  My technical guys could do the same courses and if not I’d find a summer student to make up the numbers.  If they succeeded well they might make money but I’d make more.  There was a knock on my office door, I bid the person to come in and there was what I’d always imagined a librarian to look like.  “Mr. Henshaw?”  “Aye lass come in and sit thyself down.”  She looked at me in an odd way, well I was feeling in a good mood and relaxed so I’d slipped into the vernacular of my grandfather.  “I’m not quite sure how to phrase this request.”  “Just say the words I can always say no.”  “I’m Melinda.  I was close to Chloe at university and we’ve always told each other everything.”  “Oh aye?”  “I’ve always been one to spend my time studying and apart from one total disaster with a boy who told me I was a frigid old spinster because I won’t go all the way on a first date I haven’t.”  Here she blushed and looked down at the floor as she ran out of words.  “Anyway Chloe mentioned her marital relationship had improved since she’d been working for you.”  I looked puzzled “You mean she has a better sex life with Connor?”  If the poor girl could blush any deeper I didn’t know how.  “Yes, so I wondered if you could take me in hand as it were?”  She whispered.  “Give you the same sort of treatment and job as Chloe you mean?”  She nodded.  “Come and sit on my lap then.”  She stepped gingerly across and I kissed her and she melted against me.  “It’s never been like that before.”  She murmured.  “Looks like you’ve found yourself a job then.”  She wiggled and brazenly kissed me.  “You don’t think I’m frigid then?”  “Not at all.”  Kathy poked her head round the door.  “A friend of Chloe’s.”  I explained “Well if she wants somewhere to stay you have a spare room and I assume she’ll want dressing.”    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Tepid Coffee - Karen Blayne