New Territory for the Vampire

It had been a successful week for Lauren Fairchild. Successfully winning a case on Wednesday, another dismissed with costs against the claimant. Yes very successful. Next week promised to be even more successful. In only 20 months she had already made her mark at Goldsmith, Luben, & Benjamin. Quickly rising up the corporate ladder and being inducted as an associate in only 14 months was almost unheard of but she had done it, leaving a trail of lesser lawyers in her wake. She was cold, ruthless, calculating and brutal against anybody who stood in her way. She picked up her a bundle of papers and strode out into the general office to her secretary's desk.

"Fran, I want these dispositions prepared & on my desk first thing in the morning", she demanded without looking at the poor young secretary.

"Ms Fairchild, its Saturday tomorrow" said Fran.

"So! I need these for the Capilly case" she said annoyed at the woman's affront to consider not working.

"Ms Fairchild would you mind if I came in first thing tomorrow and did them, I'm supposed to meet somebody tonight" said Fran.

Suddenly Lauren looked at the clock on the wall and then at her watch. It was 6.45 p.m. Friday night. The weekend annoyed her, there was no need for a weekend. It would be far more productive to avoid the weekend totally and keep working. At 26 she had no other life apart from her work and cared for no other interests.

"Go if you must, but I want them on my desk by 8.30 tomorrow morning. Ill be here from 7.00am and Ill expect the work to be completed. I'm not at all happy about this you know Fran," she said dismissing the secretary with a flick of her wrist.

She walked back into her corner office, and to her annoyance realized that half of the office had fallen into darkness. She looked at the offending fluorescent lights. A bank along the inner wall had blown. She snapped the switch on and off several times without any result. A row of spots highlighted her desk and the windows which gave her enough light to continue to work. Lauren walked around her desk, sat down and reached for her phone.

"Christ! Who are you?" she screamed jumping backwards in her chair startled at the man sitting in the shadows.

"Ah Lauren, Lauren, Lauren, who am I? More to the point who are you?" said the darkened figure.

"Tell me your name? Your not one of my clients. How'd you get in here?, Tell me who you are otherwise I'm calling security and have you removed" she said quickly becoming composed. "Don't you remember Lauren?" said the man quietly. "No I don't remember, and I'm not here to play silly games with you!" she glared at the man.

"On the last full moon, you left your French windows unlocked, you invited me in, and we made love in your clean white sheets," said the man smiling. "Surely you haven't forgotten me so quickly. You are really quite sweet behind all that bravado".

"No your didn't and I don't know you" and she glared at him angrily.

Her right hand flashed out and picked up the receiver.

"Security this Lauren Fairchild on 1801 .........." she said.

The man sat forward and smiled at her in the half light.

" Baron Strezlecki, Lauren, my sweet young Lauren" he whispered.

"Hello Miss Fairchild, Security here, can we help you, Miss Fairchild" squawked clearly from the ear piece.

Lauren's left hand slowly raised up and touched her right breast.

"Miss Fairchild are you all right" said the ear piece.

Lauren slowly reacted and looked at the phone in her hand.

"Yes security its no problem, just a mistake sorry." She said mechanically and slowly put the phone down.

"Baron, yes Baron of course" she said her hand lightly rubbing her right breast, her eyes gazing in his direction.

"Your very sad for a human aren't you Lauren" said the Baron reclining back in the leather chair adjusting his tie and unbuttoning his double breasted suit, "but oh so delicious".

"Yes sad for a human being" repeated Lauren staring at him. He was dashingly good looking, in his dark blue pinstripe double breasted suit. A provocative but stylish tie. His hair swept back neatly, a strong jaw line, and piecing blue eyes. Those eyes. The eyes had mesmerized her. The voice had triggered her memories, but the eyes had let them sweep back. Three and half weeks ago around midnight, her bedroom door had blown open. For a moment she had let the cold late winter wind blow in before arising from her bed to close it. The memories suddenly flooded into her mind.

"You know I couldn't start without you, so I just had to come and get you." his blue eyes smiling as grin broke across his face.

"Iits a wonderful corner office you have here Lauren. Now lets see, not much of a view, but a wonderful goldfish bowl." Said the Baron. He walked to the windows and looked out.

She arose from her chair and stood facing out the window beside him.

"I bet its very easy for lots of people to see in here, yes I guess that would be right" said the baron, putting his arm around her waist, pulling her body to his, and kissing her lightly on the left temple.

Lauren made no effort at resisting him, enjoying his touch on her waist, feeling his kiss to the side of her head.

"Normally no, but at this time of night with the light behind yes" said Lauren turning and looking up at the baron.

"Well, Id like to see the hidden side of you revealed before I take you to my estate." Said the baron turning and lightly stroking her cheek. "You like the power don't you Lauren?"

"I've earn't it Baron. I've earn't respect as a highly competent lawyer, and a very professional lawyer" said Lauren studying the barons face.

The Baron turned and looked outside, "Yes I'm sure you have, but at what cost Lauren. Everything has a price to pay. I want to show how much respect you have earn't. What your work colleagues and associates truly think of you. Your partners know your leaving and I'm sure they all have special feelings for you that they wish to share".

"What do you mean I'm leaving, I'm not going anywhere," she said annoyance rising in her voice.

Lauren wanted to object but suddenly felt all resistance evaporate.

"I can assure you my dear, that by midnight you will be tucked up in bed at my estate, totally exhausted. You see its just that I've removed all sense of social repression with and around you, and they really want to say good bye to you." Said the Baron smiling. "I think you will see the true nature of the people you work with, and the results of your friendships and how much they care for you."

"and all this," said the baron holding his palms toward the outside world, "well I'm sure we wont disturb the neighbors if we leave the drapes open will we."

Lauren gazed up and down the canyons of steel and concrete. Floors upon floors of offices, many deserted, many still occupied. People working, sitting around talking, using computers, hundreds of people who could see into her office right now. Nervously she wondered what the baron meant, but was sure that everything in her office had suddenly changed. She was no longer in control.

Her strong dominating, in control side melted inside her, and a long forgotten and repressed fantasy started to filter into her mind.

A young man knocked on the door and looked in.

"Lauren your leaving" he said smirking.

Lauren didn't reply. She didn't like Hugh. Horrible little creep. Every office had one, even the good looking ones were sometimes creeps. Why did every office have to have a person who you just new was a complete arsehole, who never got caught, always looked good to the boss, and would always set your skin crawling if they caught you in the coffee room alone.

He walked over and sat down on a leather lounge beside the wall. Immediately he pulled his fly down and pulled his flaccid cock from his pants. Lauren driven by some sense of compulsion stood up from behind her desk and walked to where he sat. Slowly she knelt down on one knee, her eyes switching between the flaccid cock and the young lawyers face.

"Yes that's right", grinned the young man, "blowjob time, your mouth round my cock, yes that's it", he said pointing at his cock with his right index finger. "How you got a law degree, I don't know!, simple basics! You should have majored in cocksucking" he shook his head in disgust.

She knelt between the young mans knees and started to run her hand up and down his growing member.

"Hey Charlie!" yelled the young man to somebody walking past.

"Hello Hugh. What are you doing?" asked Charlie sticking his head in the door and looking around.

"Just getting a blow job from Lauren" grinned Hugh. "Rest of the partners will be down shortly, thought id better get down here quick before some of these older guys get here".

"Anybody bag's the other end? asked Charlie.

Lauren slid her lips down over Hugh's cock, and a smile spread across his face.

"No quick go for it." said Hugh.

Charlie quickly walked over behind Lauren and pulled her skirt up over her back to reveal her white panties.

"That's not bad," said Charlie. He put his briefcase down and knelt behind Lauren and pushed her panties down to her knees before bending his head down to examine her sex.

"What color is she" asked Hugh, watching Lauren's head bob up and down on his cock.

"Oh light brunette", said Charlie probing some fingers into her slit and examining her pubic hair. "yes doesn't look too bad, might slash in a quick one before I go down the bar".

Charlie quickly undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly and pushed his pants down to his knees. He moved in behind Lauren and started to stroke his cock up and down her slit. His cock hardened enough and he thrust it in.

Lauren grunted in pain, her body not yet ready for any intrusion. Her vagina unaccustomed to intercourse. Soreness had lingered for several days after her night of lovemaking with the Baron. Already she new she would be sore tomorrow.

"What's her pussy like Charlie? asked Hugh.

"Pretty tight really, Jeez you'd think she was a virgin, dry, real dry inside" said Charlie starting to push his cock in and out. "Ah there it comes starting to get wet now."

"How's the blow job coming" said Charlie looking across at Hugh.

"Damn lousy, but always wanted to see this bitch suck my cock." grinned Hugh.

"So how's conveyancing going these days" asked Hugh.

"Yes, its good" said Charlie, grasping Lauren's hips and thrusting into her now wet slit. "Been working on that new development on 23rd Street for Mutsami corporation." He bit his lip a little and continued to thrust. "Yes been working with Harrison up in international finance on the funding."

A small grunt escaped his lips. "Oh nice and wet now, and damn tight, oh god ill be coming in no time if I don't watch it," he laughed. He reached around and grabbed her right breast through her blouse and gave it a tight squeeze. "Been dying to give them a good squeeze for ages, haven't you".

"yeah" laughed Hugh and reached forward to give the left one a squeeze.

"why cant we give all the tarts tits a good squeeze if we want? What's the world coming to when you cant feel up the office staff?" laughed Charlie

Charlie grabbed hold of her bare hips and started to fuck her hard from behind, a hard penetrating fuck. "Yeah c'mon bitch" and grinned evilly and banged his cock in again.

"Yes where was I yes mixed bag of currencies on this one Hugh. US, Yen, some Swiss francs". His cock pumped into Lauren's red puffy opening. "Drawdowns in US and then switch to multi currency loan on completion. Been, been,..beeeeeen..." Charlie grunted and his head bent forward as he thrust his hips in against Lauren's bare arse.

"Oh yes," Charlie gave two short little grunts and then laughed as the euphoria suddenly evaporated, as he came down from his orgasm.

"Ah that wasn't bad" said Charlie . "Yes looking to forward hedge on the cross rates for yen and Swiss francs, before the main drawdowns on the term loans" he said to complete his line of thought. He stared at the ceiling pulsing his cock inside Lauren's wet vagina, trying to expel the last of his semen from his cock.

Charlie lent back on his haunches, withdrawing his cock out of her hole and for a moment examined the opening to her body. He pushed his finger into her opening, probing it and watching it slide back into shape.

"All ways wanted to do that. Just play with it a bit see what it looked like" he grinned.

"Yeah well each to his own," said Hugh stroking Lauren's head.

Charlie pulled Lauren's panties up to cover her red oozing slit, and wiped the last traces of semen and female secretions onto her panties leaving a slight yellowy stain.

Charlie suddenly regained composure, stood up, slid his cock into his pants and looked at Lauren's head sliding up and down a wet and hard cock. Charlie caught Hugh's eye. "Been fun. Sorry Hugh, got ago, got a friend meeting me for a drink at Sashas" he whispered not wishing to disturb his friend.

"Who, do I know her?" asked Hugh while watching Lauren's mouth suck at the end of his knob.

"Don't know whether you'd know her, Caroline from foreign exchange from First Boston, one of the traders there." Said Charlie.

"Oh Ok, no I don't know her" said Hugh watching Lauren's head rising up and down his cock.

"Pete, not a bad little bit of tush there" said Charlie pointing at Lauren's panty covered arse , "if she takes too long jam it in there, get you to come in no time" said Charlie grinning. "Oh Ok, Cya Pete".

"Yeah Cya Charlie, Cya Monday, hope you get lucky with Caroline." said Hugh as Charlie disappeared out the door.

"Now come on you little bitch" said Hugh now studying Lauren's face as she stroked his cock in and out of her mouth, "I want to come and shoot all my nice juicy cum down your throat.'

"Oh yes that's better, don't give up the law, you'd never get a job as a hooker" mocked Hugh, "yeah your a little cock sucker aren't you. Go on bitch suck it, suck all of that jism out of my cock".

Hugh stood up in front of Lauren and began to pump his cock into her mouth.

"Get your teeth out of it, god damn it woman." grunted Hugh a look of anguish momentarily on his face.

"That's it use your lips, that's better, yes that's better" and he thrust his hips into face using her face as a wet orifice of delight. For a minute he pumped his cock into her mouth enjoying her submissive position, kneeling between his legs where all women should be he thought.

"Now keep your lips there, that's it, that's it, that's it , that's, IT ye ye ye yeees YES! He grunted as his semen spurted from the end of his cock.

The first spurt hit the top of her mouth before ricocheting down her throat. The second spurt followed the first. She felt like she was drowning, and immediately tried to cough only to find her head held in Hugh's strong hands. The third squirt shot up her nose. She couldn't breathe. Instead she coughed Hugh's semen up onto the carpet and gasped for breathe.

Hugh looked down and shook his head. With his right hand he wiped his cock through Lauren's hair. Satisfied that his cock was clean of semen, he placed it back in his pants, and zipped up his fly.

"Yeah well see you Lauren. Can only say it hasn't been fun and you give lousy blow jobs." Hugh brushed past her knocking her over backwards before he disappeared out the door and was gone.

Lauren stared at the couch that Hugh had been sitting on for a full half minute before rolling into a sitting position. Her mouth and jaw hurt. Her mouth tasted of semen, and she tried to remove the taste by pushing her tongue across her teeth. She couldn't believe that she had just let two of the other lawyers have there way with her and use her body without her approval. Immediately anger shot into her mind. Shed been raped!

"No you haven't" she heard a voice from across the room. Immediately she knew no case would stand up. She had given approval by her actions, a willing participant, never once objecting or trying to stop the action from occurring.

The baron stood and walked over to her and handed her several tissues. She took them and began to wipe her face, and hair with them.

"Well, well Lauren, how did you enjoy that?", asked the baron sitting down on the couch beside the kneeling Lauren looking into her face.

She was about to say, it was the most repulsive, ugly, humiliating, degrading, and revolting thing that had ever happened, when for some reason her mind stopped her.

"Good", she said in a whisper smiling.

"Well that was easier to surface, then I thought," grinned the baron. "you've had that suppressed for a longtime haven't you?"

"Yes" she replied rolling back onto her knees and facing the baron.

"Isn't that amazing Lauren, 99% of all women would find it degrading and humiliating, but every now and then I come across a little gem like you. Its usually the domineering, successful ones. A women who squirrel's away a fantasy of being an object of sexual use. Whatever happened to that fantasy Lauren?" asked the baron.

For some reason, the baron, had reached deep into her mind, ripping away the layers of facade, of social conditioning, of respectability, of sexual ownership, of parental imposed chastity and had laid bare her teenage fantasy of being an object of sexual satisfaction, to be so demanded by all the boys that they would do anything just to have their young cocks between her legs, & in her mouth. To be the most popular girl because she had what all the boys wanted and she knew it and then to be totally used.

She always knew she had the control. But her life had always been a constant barrage of socially imposed rules, of unwritten conditions. Her friends conditions, her schools conditions, her families conditions. Every body had always known what she should do. Imposing their own limitation of sexual exploration onto her. Everything to make them feel comfortable, and to keep her caged in her own repressed feelings. Her mind had fought back seeking out her own path. But the only allowable form had been via fantasy.

It had always been control. Her body, as a tool of control. To selectively pick and choose the lucky boys who would service her. To have them line up and wait for access to her body, the way she wanted them, when she had wanted them. She remembered lying in bed on hot summer nights sliding her fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her clitoris, as she fantasized about judging the boys for access rights to her body. To pick the strong, to pick the intelligent, to pick the boys with the largest cocks, to deny those that weren't good enough.

The baron stood and held her head against his trousers, and stroked her hair. "why did you want so much control?" asked the baron as he watched Lauren rub her cheek against his thigh. Her hand raised up and started to feel for the male organ she had enjoyed on the last full moon. Her hand rubbed it and she watched the bulge grow in the dark conservative trousers.

"I was so jealous of the pretty girls I'd sometimes lie awake at night and wish that I could steal all the boys away from the pretty girls by letting all of their boyfriends sleep with me. The pretty girls always set the rules so i wanted to break the rules to beat them. When I was 15, I started to plan to get there boyfriends. Meredith Hobson, Gillian Walker, Nicolette Jamieson and Deanne Gilkison were the worst to me and I decided I could get their boyfriends from them. They were always so smarmy, but I knew their boyfriends hadn't had sex with them. So I planned to sleep with each of them. But before I could, Jenny O'Brien slept with Ted O'Connor, Meredith's boyfriend, and she found out. Jenny's name was mud from then on, everybody called her a whore, and a slut, and she had lost control. Why is there such double standards? Women are whores and men are studs, it isn't fair!".

"You know Lauren, it isn't much different between the sexes, its all bravado. Why do so many powerful and successful men like to be tied up and dominated. Power and control can work two ways. Power is always an illusion, just when you think you have it somebody rips it away" he said seeing the look in her eyes.

Lauren reached up and slide the barons zipper down, and reached inside for his penis. Before her eyes, the semi erect cock, grew and hardened. Her mouth closed over the end of his cock, and immediately the barons semen flowed. A steady oozing flow, that allowed easy tasting. The taste cleared her palette, a sweet bloody taste, a strange and new taste. She swallowed again and again.

"you like that don't you Lauren" said the baron looking down at the lawyer between his legs.

"yes", she said as another flow of bloody semen oozed out and onto her lips and tongue.

"Enough Lauren" whispered the baron gently stroking her hair. He pulled his cock from her mouth and placed it back into his trousers. The baron returned to his darkened position in the corner, and Lauren straightened herself and sat down behind the desk. She felt dirty and needed a shower. Semen oozed out of her vagina and felt wet on her panties.

"And?" questioned the baron.

"But the thought didn't leave me, from an early age, I wanted to feel in control, to dominate, men, women, everybody. I was going to be smarter then all of them, stronger then them all. For years I've dominated everything, pushed people around, made them do my bidding. But for once id like to be totally out of control, to give up the facade of control and be .............................used....................".

The room fell silent, and several minutes ticked by. Neither of them talking, Lauren suddenly aware that the baron had stripped her personality to the bone, leaving it exposed and totally vulnerable.

"I see you have some new fans Lauren", said the baron.

"What? What are you talking about? Said Lauren.

The baron gestured to the window. She swung around in her chair and looked at the windows across the street. In two of them men were waving in another 3 men and women were sitting in the shadows watching her office. One of the men in the illuminated offices held up a sign `What's your number?'.

Quickly she swung back to face into the office, so they couldn't see her face.

"Well Lauren, your going to help me tonight. The full moon is in two nights and I need your help to ensure the circle is complete. So yes you will help me further tonight and you will come to my estate as my guest. If you like you can stay, but I need you to help with my special ceremony. But first let me see who else likes your performance." Said the baron from out of the corner darkness.

"What do you mean, performance? Not again?" Questioned Lauren.

A cane rapped on the door.

"Here it is, David 1801, How'd a woman get such a good office?" Said Mr. Benjamin Snr. The old man helped by his son walked slowly into the room and sat down at the seat recently vacated by Hugh. Benjamin Snr, was the patriarch of the firm, and was in his late 70's and had been followed into the firm by his bespectacled son David, who at 40 was at least pleasant to look at.

"Yes very nice room, David, You should have this office when she goes you know". Said the old man. "But you young fellas spend to much money, on these things. And how'd you let a woman into associate, never would have happened in my time, you know. A woman's place is for fucking and with babies."

Lauren felt ill. She didn't want to have sex with an old man.

"Now where's this girlie?" asked the old man through his thick glasses.

"Over here Dad," said David pointing to a mesmerized Lauren behind the desk, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Hmmm", said Benjamin Snr, "Pretty thing she is. You say she's got a law degree do you." Shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yes Dad, she has been very good, made us lots of money", said David.

"Ah I don't believe you," said Benjamin Snr thumping his walking stick into the timber floor, the brass cap resonating around the room.

"Women are only good for fucking and marrying, I've told you that haven't I David", said Benjamin Snr.

"No Dad, we've never talked about sex" replied David.

"Well its about time I told you". And he wondered why for the first time in his life he was discussing sex with his son.

"Well come on young fella, lets see you get your pecker out and fuck the wench, I want to see you in action", said the old man.

"Don't you want to go first," said David, Suddenly submitting to the aging power of his father who always went first in everything and who was always first in everything.

"No, No, Ill just watch a bit" said Benjamin Snr. "Now get over here girlie, and get your arse across the desk, David hasn't got all day, he's an important lawyer".

Lauren suddenly relieved that the old man didn't want to use her body, nevertheless was compelled to walk around to the side of the desk. Standing in front of the pair she pushed her hands under her skirt and her panties half way down her calves, before leaning across the desk.

The old man leant forward and peered at Lauren's bare arse and slit.

"C'mon David, get your pecker in there, you've got to buy me dinner tonight and I haven't got all night" said the old man.

She heard a zipper being lowered and a buckle being undone. Cold clammy fingers started to push at her slit, and open it for inspection. She turned and watched the old man leaning forward on his walking stick watching his son. `Thankgoodness it wasn't the old man' she thought. David pushed one finger into her and then a second.

"Wait" she heard the old man growl. "Look at that", as she felt a cold metal object push her slit apart.

Lauren turned to see the old man use his walking stick to prod at her most private parts.

"You're, second look at that, some other character has already been in there tonight," said the old man angrily.

Lauren could feel the metal sliding slightly inside her wet slit.

"You're always second, David. Look at this. Once again not good enough are you." Berated the old man. "Always beaten by somebody else just a little bit better. Come down here and watch you fuck the ice queen you said, well my son you've been beaten once again." And he shook his head in disappointment. "Alright get on with it".

Lauren looked over her shoulder and saw David masturbating himself, his circumcised cock hard even with his fathers lecture. She looked forward and laid her head on the desk, and peered over at the Baron. She could barely make him out in the darkness apart from his blue eyes.

David lightly grabbed Lauren's right hip, while he positioned himself for entry, then pushed forward, as her well used vagina easily accepted the second cock of the night. Now he started to rhythmically pump his cock into her pussy.

Benjamin Snr, continued with a constant stream of instruction for the poor David. After five minutes she almost felt sympathetic to poor David. No matter how well he fucked her, it was never good enough for poor David. She started to tense the muscles on her vagina, trying to help the hapless David. They were weak, but she could still grasp his cock.

She felt an itch in the back of her head, and turned it on the desk to look outside. She was on show for the whole world to see. David pumped his cock into her body. It wasn't exciting for her, but she could feel David's growing excitement. The rod of flesh sliding backwards and forwards into her vaginal tunnel. Her head bumped backwards and forwards on the desk as David continued to pump his manhood into her body.

Lauren's eyes adjusted to the 90 degree angle and looked from office to office across the street. There were people standing around watching and drinking in offices and boardrooms. People were waving. People on phones watching. Some darkened offices with men and women watching the show in privacy. In one darkened office she could see a woman on her knees before a man, who was sitting in a chair watching her while he talked on the phone. David's rhythmic gyrations continued, with a running commentary from his father.

"C'mon David, pump it into the bitch, show her how well a good Jewish boy can fuck." Said the old man. "Your getting a good fuck from my boy, pay attention", as he prodded her bare arse with the copper end of his walking stick. "My David's an important lawyer you know".

She turned to look at the old man, rubbed her tongue across her teeth and groaned in feigned excitement. She heard a commotion behind her, and realized that David had come inside her. Lauren felt the cock quickly shrinking. She turned and mouthed "thankyou" at the two men.

Already Mr. Benjamin Snr, was starting in on David's critique, telling the poor hapless David, of all of his weaknesses, of his sexual failings, and why he would never be good enough. Without even acknowledging her, the two men stood and left the room.

Lauren picked up several tissues and started to wipe the oozing semen from her slit. She pulled up her panties and returned to her seat glancing outside at the watching eyes. The Baron slid forward and walked to the window, and searched the buildings outside.

"Steve Buckley will be down shortly. He wants to fuck you up your arse," said the baron matter of factually. "If I were you, id start releasing your anal muscles, it'll be easier for you. But, ..... I think I hear Mr Luben coming along the corridor, he just wants a quickie. Just excuse me a moment I have one more call to make tonight."

For a moment she almost couldn't believe her eyes as the Barons shape slowly expanded until it was a small cloud. It floated through the window and across the road to the Chase Tower. Hadn't anybody just seen that, she thought, all these eyes were looking at her office, and nobody seemed to have seen it.

A cock suddenly appeared on her right. Compelled she turned her head without thinking and started to suck the already erect cock into her mouth, before looking up. Anton Luben, just smiled back.

"I thought id come in personally and give you my bonus," he said lightly stroking her head.

How could she do that, she hadn't hesitated, hadn't considered what she was doing. An erect cock had appeared near her face and she had started sucking it. Somebody had just shoved his cock into her face and she was acting like a two bit hooker. Anton was alright she thought, `Ok Anton Ill give you a blow job to remember' and she salivated his shaft and began to use her hand and her lips. She was learning fast.

The baron materialized as he entered Chase Tower and walked along the corridor outside Mutual Adjustments - Insurance Loss Assessors. The lights were already out and the place looked closed but he knew there was still one staff member left inside. He focussed his mind to this one office, and started to build up his mental impression of the woman inside.

Reaching for the locked door, he applied heat to the lock with his hand and stepped quietly inside. Stepping past the reception desk, he walked quietly down the hall, until a partly opened door allowed him to see into the darkened office. The door said Jeanine Kelly.

Jeanine Kelly, of Irish descent, office manager and with an unfulfilling relationship was sitting behind her desk watching Lauren across the road, sucking the cock of one of her partners. In fact she didn't know who was putting on this show but she was enjoying the show and saw no reason to go home to an empty flat and a hungry cat. The barons extraordinary sense of smell knew that she was enjoying this unusual show and he slid into the room without touching the door.

He sat down in a nearby seat and commenced to watch the show with Jeanine. He would ease himself slowly into her consciousness. The baron invaded her thoughts, looked, listened and waited. He needed one more for the circle. Maybe, just maybe, Jeanine would prove accepting of his overtures. Her mind was excited by this sight.

`He's enjoying her mouth on his cock' a voice said in her mind.

Jeanine fidgeted in her seat, excited by the provocative visual display.

`Id like to rub my clit,' Jeanine thought `but what if I get caught'.

"Lock the door," a little voice inside her said. "You'll be alright."

Jeannine licked her lips and lightly bit them. She looked around the room as if somebody had just said something to her. She stood up and walked to her office door, looked up and down the hallway before closing and locking it. She knew she was alone but even still, she looked around the room as if she was a little girl and didn't want to be caught being naughty.

She sat down in her chair and once again and looked around the room. She was pretty sure nobody could see her but she pulled a curtain across just enough to allow her watch the show across the road without being seen. A large glass of white wine sat beside her on the desk, courtesy of the company bar. It was Friday night after all.

She had never been to a live sex show, and had always felt that it wouldn't really interest her. But sitting here watching a woman making love to a number of men was actually quite fun. In fact more then just a little fun, it was all very horny. She picked up her cold glass of wine and kicked her shoes off.

The women across the street was now very busy, and the man was holding her head in his hands, pawing at her hair, obviously enjoying her attentions. She could see him starting to buck and fuck his cock into the woman's face.

"Go for it babe" she said quietly smiling, her eyes glued to the vision.

For a moment she thought about Richard her boyfriend, `Got to get rid of him, what a dweeb' two weeks since her last unsatisfactory sex. `He came and I missed out, again! Men were such arseholes, surely there's a couple of good ones out there' she thought.

"oh shit" she said laughing quietly, as from across the street the man came all over the girls face. "you've got a mess to clean up my girl", she giggled as she watched the woman tissue hair thick with semen.

The man pulled his pants up and walked from the room.

"Another arsehole" she said shaking her head.

`Oh well it was fun while it lasted' she thought and turned back into the room. `Damn and just when it was getting interesting.'

Jeanine started to tidy up the last of her work and collect her things to leave. The baron watched her from the nearby seat. She was a larger girl, dark brunette, with full bodied hair pulled away from her forehead to fall to her shoulders in occasional curls. Large breasts, 36 DD at least, and a frame to carry them but what really appealed to the baron was her face. Such a pretty girl, a face that said `smile and laugh', eyes that twinkled with life. Teeth! teeth somebody had spent a lot of money on those teeth!

The baron wanted to sweep straight in and kiss her, to run his tongue over those lips, and to passionately kiss her, to run his hands over that body. To feel her curves, her valleys, her firmness, and experience her softness. His cock started to grow at the thought of lying naked with her in the moonlight. To rub his hands over her body, slowly, accentuating the spark of electricity between lovers. That static electricity that makes hair stand on end. To rub his hand up her inner thighs stopping close to but not touching the object of his desire.

The baron snapped back to reality. She was approaching the door to leave. The baron glanced back to Lauren's office. `Thank goodness, he's on time' thought the baron.

`One last look' popped into Jeannines head. She stopped with a hand on the door handle and walked back to lift the curtain and look at the office across the road. A man had just come in. Jeanine stopped and watched. `I couldn't be lucky to get one more show could I' Jeanine thought. She grabbed herself another glass of wine.

She sat down and watched for a moment. The woman got up and walked around to the edge of her desk. This time she pushed her skirt off and stepped out of it. Her panties had disappeared with her skirt. She was reaching for something from her bottom draw. A pump action bottle, probably moisturizer thought Jeannine. The woman poured some liquid on her hand before rubbing her hand between her arse cheeks.

The man had removed his pants also and already his cock was waving around in the air like a boom on a sailing boat. He started to rub his hands over the cheeks of her arse. The woman continued to rub the cream into the crack of her arse. `Why was she doing that ?' she thought. Suddenly it dawned on her. `Hes going to fuck her up the arse, Oh my goodness. Who is this woman?'

Jeanine could feel the inner walls of her vagina, start to flow with her juice. `Damn it she thought' and stood up and pushed her panties and hose off on to the floor and kicked it under the desk. She sat back behind the curtain and continued to watch the show. Her right hand slid between her legs and started to rub her slit backwards and forwards, seeking the emerging liquid to stimulate and lubricate her clit.

The man was now positioning his cock. The woman was leaning over the desk pulling the cheeks of her arse open as wide as possible. For a moment he thrust his cock into the woman's pussy, and then he started to position his cock for entry. He held his cock closely and she could see the determination on his face as, he commenced to push is cock past her anal muscle. It was taking time and effort, but he wasn't going to stop. Suddenly the woman's hands flew forward on the desk as he lunged in deep.

`Oh my girlie, your going to be sore tomorrow, where's a man when you want one' she thought her own pussy flowing with a sudden gush of liquid.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a vision of a handsome young man, naked from the waist down sitting in the adjacent chair rubbing a stiff hard cock. She turned to look suddenly startled. The chair was empty.

`Your paranoid, my girl. But a hard man would be good to find at this moment' she smiled laughing as she parodied that famous line.

Sliding a finger into pussy, it opened easily to accept her finger, her thumb sliding the liquid onto her clit. Her eye caught the vision again and startled she sat up and looked at the empty chair again.

`Girl your need to find yourself a good man, and get your oil changed, now your starting to see things.' She thought. Jeanine looked around the room again, but her office was empty. She picked up her glass and took several large swallows of wine.

Leaning back in her chair, she once again allowed her hand to slide over her dark pubic hair and into her hairy slit. Sliding her fingers up and down her slit, the liquid and blood pumped into her clit and worked together to exciter her. She studied the couple across the road.

The woman was now holding the edge of the desk as the man stood squarely behind her and thrust his cock into her in regular and constant fashion. The woman's head bounced backwards and forwards on the desk as the mans cock pushed deep into her on every stroke.

`Damn!' That vision again out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to focus. It wasn't there. She turned back to the show across the road. Back again to the chair. He was there in the chair. She blinked and looked again. The chair was empty.

`I'm going mad' she thought, `Alright, if there is someone in that chair, and your as good looking as I think you are, kneel over here and lick my pussy' she laughed at her silly joke. She looked back and the chair was empty.

Jeanine positioned her left leg over the chair and pushed her hips forward till she lay slumped in the chair. She studied her eyes on the couple across the road. Her fingers started to work backwards and forwards across her clit. Intermittently a second feeling started to arise from her pussy and it was so exciting, pushing her clit and vagina in to stimulatory overload. She didn't know what was causing the excitement and she didn't want to know. She just wanted it to continue.

The man across the road was now in full flight holding the woman's hips. She watched as the man started to pump his cock faster and faster into the woman's arse. The stimulation on her own clit increased at the same rate. She reached between her legs, and held a head that was licking her clit. She didn't want to look down, she didn't want that feeling to stop.

Her mind focussed on the couple across the road. The man suddenly pulled back and shot his semen all over the woman's arse and onto her lower back. He continued to wank his cock, as a second and third stream shot onto the prone woman's white arse.

Jeannine tensed, her pelvic floor muscles tightening. The stimulation to her clit was extraordinary and then suddenly the feeling of twin pricks either side of her clit. The rush shot through her body, and she moaned deep and lasting as she had her best orgasm in a very long time. Her toes curled and she closed her eyes. Her hands clamping down on a head between her legs.

Coming down from her orgasm, Jeannine's eyes finally saw, the vision from before. The handsome man now kneeling between her legs. The same man who but moments before had given her one of her best orgasms ever.

He smiled, "Please excuse me, but we haven't been formally introduced. My name is Strezlecki ".

"Yes, well I'm sure you are" she said smiling and sitting up. "Do you do anything else interesting Mr. Strezlecki".

"Well yes I do, and its Baron, Baron Strezlecki', he said with a voice that would ensure that butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth. She gazed into those blue eyes of his. Those beautiful blue eyes.