Lagniappe

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Lagniappe

(Be honest. Do my hot mortgage teaser rates make you horny, baby? Do they?)

The fiftyish woman entered the inner office. "What can I do for you, Ms. Falk?"

The woman seated behind the desk was by appearances fresh out of college, and taller than her by a head. She gestured toward the client seated to the side her with an air of poise-still-under-development. She wore a striking red dress--barely appropriate for an office - its deep neckline drawing attention to her ample bust. The knit fabric fit snugly at the waist, going on to flare slightly before ending a good distance above the knee, inviting a glimpse much further up to anyone low enough. Her figure was fuller than average though just shy of obesity, a kind of fullness that made such attire seem like she was trying too hard, as though she were insecure about how her body might be perceived and so she wanted to lean into a highly revealing style only that much harder. From her vantage point at the large oaken desk, she exuded authority but of a highly tenuous kind, every gesture calculated yet hesitant. Nevertheless there was something intriguing in the way she carried herself--simultaneously coy and overt, and undeniably aware of the effect she could have on a man who had base intentions of his own.

"The question," she replied, "is what you're going to do for our client. Mr. Thompson just finished signing the mortgage paperwork. Once we're done here, please see to it that all this is sent off to both realtors for the closing."

"Of course. 'Done here?' Will there be something else?"

Ranni Falk half-suppressed a snicker and shot a glance toward the man. "Could be. Look, where are my manners? Mr. Thompson, this is Antonia McKibbin. My assistant."

"Toni," the assistant amended.

Though no longer youthful, Antonia still possessed an undeniable charm. In fact, her features were more pleasing than Ranni's--her face a soft blend of symmetry and warmth, framed by dark hair cut just above her shoulders. Her thighs, fuller than they once were, carried her weight without a trace of Ranni's self-consciousness. Yes, she had gained a few pounds over the years, but they had by now settled into her body with ease, the 145 pounds well-distributed on her petite 5'4" frame. (By contrast, her boss, still young but burdened by a sedentary lifestyle, surely weighed in at well above 200.) Antonia's eyes, a deep brown, retained their youthful intensity, and her lips--unmistakably soft--seemed to hold more allure with age. Today, her attire was neat yet sophisticated; she had opted for a below-the-knee gray plaid skirt that balanced the fullness of her figure. The blouse she wore, white and crisp, was unbuttoned just enough at the top to hint at the understated push-up bra beneath, which gently lifted her modest bust. The open-toed pumps were a quiet detail of elegance, her shiny nails- another detail in which she excelled her employer - just visible enough to catch the eye of anyone looking - a detail it seemed Thompson was interested in if his furtive glance to the floor when she had entered the boss's lair was any indication.

"Yes. We met when I came in," the trim and distinguished-looking man told Ranni, looking up toward the newcomer.

"Your wife's a lucky woman," Antonia remarked with a guileless smile.

Thompson shot a brief inquiring look in Ranni's direction, then paused for another beat before replying to the newcomer, "you could get lucky too. If you want to."

"I meant, you are buying your wife a very nice house," Antonia restated, her smile never faltering.

"You've seen it?"

"No, no," she told him, "but when it's a jumbo mortgage, can it be anything but nice? And yours is more than the average jumbo, even. I haven't seen one this big before. It's amazing. There needs to be another word when it's bigger than just jumbo. It's impressive."

"We're still talking about the mortgage, right?" he asked leadingly, uncrossing his legs. His sand-colored slim-fit stretch chinos flattered his toned body and didn't disguise much-- and that seemed intentional. She let her eyes drift for a beat too long and learned something about him that most women would rather not even know: he, like most men, dressed to the left.

"Oh," she said, at last looking away from him in embarrassment. "That came out wrong, didn't it? Yes, I mean the mortgage of course. I'm rambling, aren't I?" After a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence she looked back at him and spelled out, "I'm happily married," after which she cleared her throat in apparent chagrin at having made things even more awkward instead of less.

Ranni rescued her from the silence, cutting in with a forced lightness. "Toni's new and part-time. She wasn't around the other days when you came in, but she already handles a lot of the behind-the-scenes stuff for me. She's *very* experienced."

"I'd be curious to know just what *else* she handles for you, with all that experience," he said, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying suppressed amusement at his own perception of cleverness. He shifted in his seat again, and his increasing erection became more evident with each passing second, due to the thin fabric of his trousers. A tiny wet spot had become visible at the inseam, suggesting he could have been thinking ahead to this encounter for hours now - also that he might have opted to go commando this day. The arrangement of anatomy and attire could hardly be comfortable at that moment, and he squirmed again, adjusting himself slightly.

"Oh yes. I'm a little bit curious how much more she can handle, too," Ranni replied, pulling open a bottom desk drawer. "She might have talents I don't even know about yet." The potential for a double meaning was clearly not lost on her. "In the office, of course," she added.

"You're both leaving me way behind, I'm sure," Antonia said evenly, directing her remark more to him, with just a trace of a smile that made her seem older, wiser--and maybe a bit unsure.

"It's just a little banter, Toni," her boss countered. She extracted one bottle plus two small glasses from the open drawer and put them on her desk. "Don't be so inhibited. We're all grownups, aren't we?"

"What's that for?" she asked in regard to the items.

"For?" Ranni echoed. "A mortgage of this magnitude deserves a grownup celebration. A toast. Don't you think?" she replied, opening the bottle and pouring a shot of amber liquid into each of the two glasses. "A little lagniappe."

"Lagniappe? Is that a kind of wine? It doesn't look like wine."

"I thought lagniappe was from the Kama Sutra," Thompson smirked, then ruined the joke by needlessly spelling it out. "A sexual position, you know?" His posture heretofore had been hardly subtle, but now he splayed his left leg fully out for better comfort, putting his rather impressive erection on full display to her if she wished a clear view. She looked away toward her boss, seeming abashed at his forwardness -- both the bold words and the undisguised body language.

Ranni shot the client a glance of reproval, then told her underling, "no, it's not wine, Toni. It's whiskey of course. A pretty damn good one. But lagniappe... that's not even a drink," she explained with a half-smile, struggling to keep the act together. "It's not anything -- uh, specific. It's just... well, something JJ taught me before he left town. I guess it's a little something extra. I never looked it up. A way to sweeten the deal, you know? Always give the client a little extra... as a thank-you. Mr. Thompson understands how much I appreciate the opportunity to service him." The man snickered and she clarified primly, "ahem, his mortgage needs."

He straightened up and adjusted the positioning of both his legs to be a bit more circumspect. He picked up his glass which Ranni had nudged toward him. Antonia hesitated, staring at her own glass like it might bite her. "For me?" she asked. "I hardly ever drink. Goes straight to my head. Aren't you having any?"

"Gotta drive to La Mierda right after we're done here," the young woman elaborated, using the local slang term for the nearest city, El Cuenca, beyond the high mountain pass and outside the Duo Lakes region. "Can't afford another DUI."

"Go on," the guest urged Antonia, "I need someone to toast with. For good luck, you know. Make a toast."

The shorter one picked up her shot glass. "Just, I mean, don't get the wrong idea from me having a sip at this hour," she said with a wry smile, holding out the glass for him to clink with, studiously keeping her eyes up there with his.

"A sip? Come on, live a little. It's five o'clock somewhere. Back east, right? Or, just think of this as an early start on happy hour." he coaxed, holding his glass her direction in salute but not attempting to touch yet. "TGIF, you know?"

"Yeah, I bet JJ already has his drunk on by now with his Massholes in Bahstahn," Ranni commented.

"Nah, nah, I'm a lightweight," Antonia reiterated, then returned to the matter at hand. "But, to many years of happy life in your new home," she proposed woodenly. "For you... and your wife."

"And to below-market mortgage rates, a monthly payment I can live with, and to talents," he began - his voice faltering slightly - then he smiled and continued, "obvious ones, and... maybe other talents... behind closed doors?," completing the meandering toast with a touch to her glass and then downing his drink in a single gulp.

Ranni nodded. "Yes. The door. Why don't you go ahead and close it?" she asked her number two in response to the phrase.

Antonia took a small sip from her glass. "Why? There's no one else here."

Ranni scoffed in mild annoyance. "Well, because I'm the boss, and you're the employee, and I asked you to, and you have to. For starters."

Antonia moved a few steps back and latched shut the inner office door. "That's better," the man interjected. "Now what were we saying about hidden talents?"

"Nah. I'm pretty boring," she demurred after moving to be across the large desk from her boss and even farther away from him, thus putting the man somewhat between herself and the door. She took a larger quaff than before. "I'm not artistic, or musical - or anything really. There's nothing interesting hidden in any of my closets." She punctuated the last part with a nervous laugh.

He got up and turned his chair a full 180 degrees around so as to better look at her when speaking, while still being able to turn his head slightly toward Ranni if need be. "Don't just sip it," he said reprovingly, his characterization at odds with the actual quantity she just ingested. "Gotta finish it for good luck."

As Antonia drained the rest of her shot, Ranni picked up the whiskey bottle again and gestured with it. "Here, Toni. Finish this, the both of you. There's just a splash left. You know it's bad luck to put a bottle away when it's almost empty."

"I don't need more," Antonia protested, but another gesture from Ranni cut off that line of discussion before it really began.

The man placed his glass on the table to let her pour, and Antonia, grudgingly, did likewise, receiving slightly more than him as the bottle yielded the last four ounces of its contents. He lifted his glass in salute and said, "to whiskey and to women, may they always improve with age." He couldn't resist demolishing the surprising eloquence he had just managed, by embellishing it with, "present company especially."

She grimaced slightly at the overt flattery from a sharply-dressed gray-haired man perhaps only a few years younger than herself, and touched glasses with him, then took another sip. "I'm sure you don't mean that."

"She's just shy," Ranni said to him. "Reserved, I should say."

Antonia gestured with her glass. "It's a lot," she asserted, but Ranni waved off the fresh attempt at discussing the liquor.

"Ohhh, reserved! Still waters that run deep? I like that," Thompson replied unctuously. He spread his legs a little wider, displaying again, if the standing woman wished to see, that he continued to sport a very impressive full erection, one that had in the past few minutes leaked more than one droplet of fluid. Of course it had -- due to hours of foreplay, entirely of the mental variety, his prostate had been pleasurably taxed but now was verging on discomfort. The fluorescent office lighting was direct and harsh, and he didn't bother to shield or camouflage the contours it revealed. So yes, there was now a definite wet spot. Small, but growing. He was beyond impatience now, and deep into urgency -- moreover, he clearly wanted her to know this. "Go on, finish, for good luck," he urged the assistant. "Drink up."

If she indeed saw anything, she quickly turned toward Ranni in a gesture of embarrassment. "Luck? Already have all the luck I need. I'm just a lucky, lucky girl," she said artlessly. "Lucky, lucky, lucky." But Antonia went ahead and finished the liquor in two more small swallows. She put down the shot glass and in turn picked up the small sheaf of papers on the desk, carefully avoiding looking anywhere near the man. "I should go now and get these over to everyone, before I fall down." She chuckled nervously at her self-deprecation.

Ranni swiveled her chair and faced the woman across from her more directly, uncrossing her large legs since the furniture now shielded the view up her short dress. "I told you, there's no hurry. He's paying your salary today, after all. Stay and be a little sociable with our client." She rephrased, "with my client," putting a little extra emphasis on the word "my."

"Okay," Antonia agreed tersely after a moment's pause.

"So. Luck?" Ranni continued. "Let's talk about your luck. What about... what we talked about yesterday, you know? How Rob doesn't keep you, you know, satisfied?"

Antonia glanced quickly at the man, who straightened his posture and gave her a predatory smile, and then back at her boss. "What? No! Don't tell him *that*. That was in confidence!" she protested to the younger woman.

"I won't tell anybody," he assured her with a laugh.

"Well, don't pay any attention to her," she said to him. "It was just girl-talk, was all. It's nothing like that."

"She hasn't had sex in two months," Ranni said blandly.

"Ms. Falk!" Antonia exclaimed in dismay. "She's just messing with you," she told him apologetically. "I already said. I'm happily married." She added for Ranni's benefit, "don't embarrass him."

He stood up. The constraint imposed by his trousers evaporated, and as he further shifted his posture the manhood within those trousers quickly asserted its more natural orientation toward the vertical, as though with a mind of its own. "There's something I want to show you," he stated.

"Sit down," Ranni barked, likewise rising from her seat. She came around the opposite side of her desk from him to be near Antonia. "Be patient."

Surprised, Thompson complied but scowled. "I *have* been patient," he muttered, clearly unaccustomed to be spoken to that way by someone he was, indirectly, paying.

Ranni took position behind her assistant and placed her palms on the shorter woman's shoulders. "Toni, I think it's time you showed Mr. Thompson some well-earned appreciation for the business he is bringing to our brokerage. A little lagniappe - from you - to him."

"Our brokerage?" Antonia responded, in dismay more than anger. "I just work here. It's your brokerage."

"And there could be a little lagniappe for you too, sweetheart, in your paycheck next week, if you play along now." She rubbed her shoulders gently but firmly in encouragement.

"What do you mean? A bonus? Money?"

In his seated position, Thompson's thin pants were observably tented, well to the left of his fly. "Yeah. Come on, honey. Just play ball."

Ranni stopped the impromptu massage and stepped around to move toward him. "You're not helping," she told him sharply. Then she turned back to Antonia and tried to smooth things over. "We can talk about it after he's gone."

"But... money? It sounds bad when you say it like that. Right in front of him and everything. Money in exchange for -?"

Ranni was barefoot, and as she walked her mild bunions drew his attention almost involuntarily, as always. He stood again; at six feet in height he was barely taller than her even with her shoes off. "Then you do it."

"Yeah," she said peevishly, "looks like maybe I'll just have to." She directed her next comment toward the other woman. "He's the one paying the bills. When you come right down to it he pays your salary more than I do. Like any client. He covers my fee from escrow at closing, then I pay you. Don't be naïve. You have to make yourself useful around here."

"I just mean it's crass to discuss money in front of him."

Standing next to him now, Ranni ignored the last remark and switched from viperlike to kittenish. "Do it, you say? Do what, sir?" she mewed pleasantly, as she pulled upward at the waist area of her form-fitting dress which barely concealed anything important anyway.

"Blow job, I guess," Thompson said matter-of-factly. "For the first one."

'Oh my God," Antonia squeaked from the far end of the desk. "What are you doing?"

"Your wish is my command, sir," the heavyset woman replied to him. The hem of her dress was by now nearly up to her navel, revealing to the man a smooth-shaved pubic mound, and to the woman behind herself a pair of very large but rather firm buttocks. She began swaying to unheard music and put a palm to his crotch.

He looked over at the other woman triumphantly as he unbuckled the belt. "Your boss gives great head. I guess you know that." He placed his right hand on Ranni's shoulder, and she took the cue to drop to her knees with surprising grace and agility for a big girl.

Antonia took one small step toward them, either for a better look or to leave - though to actually exit through the door would have involved walking uncomfortably close by them, which she might not want to do. "Oh, lord, I shouldn't have had that second drink. I'm feeling woozy," she muttered to herself, loud enough for the others to hear. "No," she answered him, "I don't know that. Why would I?"

He gave her a look of feigned puzzlement. "Because everyone in town knows what you're gonna get when you negotiate a mortgage here? Other than the creative financing, I mean. This is news to you?"

Ranni had already undone the top of his chinos for him and worked the zipper down. "Need to know basis only. Now she needs to know. And she's going to watch."

"Need to cum basis, I say," he smirked. "You wouldn't believe how bad I need this."

In one quick downward motion on his trousers from Ranni, his stiff cock came into full view to both women. It bobbed at an aggressive forty-five degree angle up from horizontal, with a gentle but appealing additional upward curve as a sweetener of his own to the ladies.

She glanced over to Antonia. "Size matters, you know. He gave it to me good the other time," she said, grasping the thick member at its base and looking at it hungrily. "You should be doing this now, not me. But it's okay, I wanna suck his cock again. I'll go first." She pressed her lips against the very large cock head and opened.

Antonia stared. "You don't mean you and he actually..."

"I nailed her last week, yeah," the man answered for her. Ranni couldn't speak on her own behalf because she already had something occupying the area between her molars. "She loved it," he added, "'cause I always last longer the second time." He shut his eyes and tilted his head back.

"I haven't gone down on anyone since high school," the older woman mused, taking another small step closer.

Ranni pulled back from the man. "Seriously?" she asked. He placed his hand behind her head to encourage continuation, but she then addressed him, "why don't you sit down for this?," politely trying to avoid a repeat of their only prior encounter when he had nearly fallen over during the run-up to his initial orgasm.

"Well, college anyway," Antonia said in response to her.

Ranni, despite having something considerably more pressing to attend to, couldn't help commenting. "College, huh. I guess college would have been your lesbian years."

"I'm not a lesbian. Never. I met my husband when we were both freshmen. Oh God, I am so drunk right now."

Ranni laughed. "Well, you know what they say. The difference between a straight woman and a lesbian? About three drinks."

"What I'm saying is, Rob was always a gentleman, even back then," Antonia countered, completely ignoring the innuendo.

Her boss laughed again. "Has nothing to do with being a gentleman," she said. "Mr. Thompson here is a perfect gentleman, and he loves receiving. So you don't ever blow Rob? Not then, not now? Huh, no wonder you aren't getting any."

Even Thompson was amused by the exchange. "I think maybe he's too vanilla for you and it's actually your secret fantasy," he observed hopefully, having sat down and now putting one hand on Ranni's head to guide the tip of his erection downward toward her lips again with his other. "Come on," he told the one between his legs, "get back to work, little miss Missy."

"You don't have to be such a jerk about it," Antonia reproved.

He just laughed. "Defending your boss's honor? Nah. She likes being with someone dominant."

Ranni resumed sucking his cock, like she was a starving woman, and semen might be the only source of nourishment for miles. But the arrangement was awkward, and she stopped to help pull his pants all the way to his ankles, then quickly slipped off his shoes so as to remove the trousers completely. She took the thick glans into her mouth again and went a half-dozen centimeters down on the shaft.

"Just not something I ever wanted to do," Antonia said almost wistfully. "Oh God, I need to sit down." She leaned against Ranni's desk for support.

"Come over here," he invited, as the woman between his legs continued her ministrations, bobbing rhythmically, going ever so slightly deeper each time forward while continually working his shaft with her left hand, "you can sit down here and learn from the best. Just look. Your boss is a champion dick sucker. You could learn it too, in no time." He placed his hand at the back of her head again and leaned his own head backward to enjoy the servicing.

Ranni stopped. She tugged at the lower end of her dress, still mid-abdomen, and lifted it until the entire garment was above her breasts. "I told you the last time. No anal. No deep-throating. You have to let me be in control here. Same goes for her."

"Fine. Sorry," he told her half-heartedly.

"Same for me? You're serious? It's bad enough that I'm watching. I'm trying to be open-minded about this. But I've never cheated on Rob in my life," the other woman interrupted.

"Makes it that much sweeter when you do," the man cajoled.

With just a brief pause, Ranni then took her dress the rest of the way off. "We both need to give him a show," she said, ignoring the woman's assertion and shimmying her big, well-supported breasts for emphasis.

Antonia shook her head, stepping away from the desk for a closer view. "Nobody's interested in my little boobies." she said quietly. "Plus I had a cyst taken out a few years ago. There's... a scar.'

"They're not little," Thompson said, perceptively enough. Antonia was of a petite but pleasantly filled-out physique, and over the years her bra size had crept to the C-cup range. "I'd love to have a peek."

Ranni reached behind herself and undid the clasp of the heavy-duty pushup bra. "There," she said, looking back at the other woman. "That's more than a peek from me. If I can do it, so can you." Her heavy tits sagged considerably once released, but gravity had not yet totally taken a toll on their youthful appearance, and the big areolas with their meaty, long nipples at the centers looked very appealing. She might not have liked everything about the weight she carried, especially when fully naked like this, but she certainly enjoyed the attention of men when they ogled this aspect of her.

"I'd be too embarrassed," Antonia insisted.

"Aw, come on," the man countered, relaxing into the sensations as Ranni resumed blowing him. "I'm letting you see what I've got. Nothin' to be ashamed of."

"But," she said shyly, "you're not small."

He wasn't immune to flattery. "Just what nature provided," he said with false modesty concerning a penis not quite twenty centimeters in length and not too much less in girth. "And I'm telling you, you're not small. No. What are you talking about? Come on. I wanna see your tits."

Ranni pulled back. "Here," she offered the man, "wanna nurse mine?"

"After you finish what you started."

Ranni laughed. "Thought you were a tit man," she said before opening her mouth to him.

"Whoa. I gotta sit down," Antonia said again and abruptly knelt down right where she was. "I toldja I shouldn'ta had that second one."

He opened his eyes and looked her over again. "That's kind of quick for two drinks to hit you so hard, so fast," he remarked.

The nude 200-pound woman pulled back from the bobbing erection yet again. "She told you she was a lightweight," she giggled.

"I didn't mean for you to stop. Keep going."

Ranni didn't comply immediately and beckoned her assistant forward. "Don't be like that. Come on. Show him what you've got and take a turn. I'm curious to see, too. In fact, that's an order. If you want to keep those paychecks coming."

Antonia knee-walked forward the final five feet necessary to join them, approaching him at an angle. Her boss moved aside, giving her a straight shot to the man's crotch. But she balked. "I've never cheated on Rob before," she said in a confidential tone.

Her boss guffawed. "You said that already. A blow job isn't cheating. It's just... a blow job. And, like I said, when you make the little head happy, the big head will be happy too, and then maybe he'll give it to you a second time. Where it feels good, I'm saying."

The man groaned in mild annoyance. "I don't care which one of you finishes this," he said. "And I'll fuck either one of you - both of you - after you do. But I can't stay super long -- I have to get down to Argenta for a dress rehearsal." But he did seem intrigued at the thought of them trading off. "So c'mon, Toni. Be a good girl."

"Yeah, Toni," Ranni coaxed. "He's got a quick trigger. The first time anyway. I'm making it real easy for you."

He glared at her for that. "It's not that quick. Especially when you keep stopping."

"Dress rehearsal for what?" she asked him.

"Sound of Music. Limelight Regional Company. Come on, both of you. Quit stalling."

"What's Sound of Music?" Ranni asked.

Antonia was suddenly intrigued. "Sound a' Music. Haven't seen that in years. What're you, Maria? Mother S'perior?"

"Don't be smart. Captain Von Trapp, actually."

"Seriously? Sing Edelweiss."

"Suck my cock and maybe I will."

She moved over to her left and confronted the robust looking target. "Oh my God. I'm not a cheater," she said softly.

"No one says you are," her boss reassured her. "Just a little fun. Move closer."

"I haven't done this since high school," she giggled.

The naked one to her left spoke up. "Yeah, you mentioned that too. Don't worry, Little Miss Innocent. It's like falling off of a bicycle. You never forget how."

Gingerly, Antonia opened her mouth halfway and attempted to engulf the head of his cock. She immediately had to open wider, simply to get any part of it in, and wider still before achieving insertion merely of the entire glans.

"Guess we'll wait to get the blouse off of her until later," Ranni observed dryly. "Didn't think she'd give in so easily."

"Careful of your teeth," the man cautioned.

The tall woman got up and went over to the other side of her desk. "Yeah, he takes some getting used to," she advised her counterpart, who continued her struggle at taking him as fully as he wanted.

"Watch out," he said as she accidentally scraped him again. "You weren't kidding. You really aren't too experienced at this, are you?"

She pulled out. "I toldja." She looked at his unit skeptically, even while pulsing its base with her small fist. "I wanna stop."

"Don't you dare," Ranni scolded, stark naked and rummaging inside her desk drawer. "He's almost there. Don't you dare spit, either. I want to see the look on your face when he cums in your mouth and you swallow. Do it like your job depends on it."

With a sigh, Antonia gave it another try. She did better at shielding his sensitive tissue from her incisors while giving the area the warm caresses he craved. He tilted back yet again and soon began making sounds of deep gratification.

His bliss was interrupted a minute later by Ranni standing beside him, although it took her two tries to get his attention. "Mr. Thompson. I'm so sorry, but I double checked and there are two forms we missed that need your initials."

He opened his eyes, mainly because Antonia had also stopped servicing him, to see her holding the clipboard toward him. He waved his left hand dismissively. "It can wait. Your girl is starting to do a halfway decent job."

"I'm so sorry," she repeated, "but I have to get this right. We did the federal form, but the state version must have gotten mixed up with the others. It just needs your initials in two places. I marked them with the highlighter."

"Just finish it and then you can finish in my mouth," Antonia offered. "Oh God, I am so drunk. I shouldn't be doing this," she reiterated. Nevertheless she resumed pleasuring him, even better than before.

With a rumble of discontent he looked up and gave the stink-eye to the nude woman looming over him. He reached up and slapped one of her big tits in annoyance, then accepted the particle-board utensil and the pen from her and scrawled his initials. He leaned back to enjoy the entirely competent blow job the other woman was now providing him, complete with fondling of his ball sack with her right hand while she pulsed the base of his shaft with her left.

Ranni took the items from him and placed them on her desk. She then knelt down behind her aide and reached around to begin unbuttoning her blouse, pressing her own tits firmly into her back. Actually, since the blouse had already been open three buttons at the top, it was more correct to say she finished unbuttoning it. "Time to give our client the show he's been waiting for," she chuckled. She wasted little time and within seconds the woman's 55-year old fun bags were on display. They were pretty nice, really, for somebody her age -- medium-sized, soft and mellow, not pendulous at all. Her smallish nipples were pale and pink despite having been well-exercised during motherhood. The tiny surgical scar she had fretted about was on the underside and nearly imperceptible.

Thompson, however, was by now oblivious to this latest display, because he was concentrating on his run-up to climax. "Dick-sucker," he muttered. "Hot little dick-sucker." Despite the prohibition on deep-throating, he had his hand at the back of Antonia's head and was urging her farther, and she attempted to comply, complete with little vocalizations implying enjoyment on her part too when she wasn't choking and having to back off slightly.

Ranni stood up and went around to the other side of her desk again and placed the two recently endorsed sheets into a folder with the rest of the man's application. She patted the folder with satisfaction. "You're doin' great for a rookie, Toni," she assured her underling.

"Dick-sucker. Hot little dick-sucker," he continued to intone. Seconds later he arched his back and filled Antonia's mouth with his nasty fluid.

But the tang it provided had an unexpected, extra overtone; he must drink an awful lot of coffee, she surmised. After swallowing it all, she backed away and eased herself into a reclining position. "I need to lie down," she said redundantly. "I think I might pass out."

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Ranni leaned back in her swivel chair and let out a long sigh. "Thompson was number three for you this week. Too much? Too many, too soon in your first week, I mean?"

Antonia looked up. "Too big, maybe."

"Heh. Not like the other two. I warned you it was a jumbo mortgage."

"Did I complain?" she asked with a small giggle, then resumed her task.

"Well, you did say he raped you." Ranni flinched involuntarily. "Sorry."

Antonia looked up again. "Don't be sorry."

"I meant for bumping you just then."

"Oh. It's okay. And for the other part -- do you think I overdid it? I was just trying to send mixed signals. As a joke. Sort of. Just for show."

Ranni stroked her hair. "Oh, you gave him a show, all right. Especially there at the end. How many times did you orgasm, altogether?"

"I don't know. Three, maybe four? I tend to lose count."

"Well I counted at least eight, probably a dozen. Can't tell exactly just from observing at a distance, of course."

"Oh, I don't count the little ones."

"Yeah, there's that. Oooh, keep doing that, sugar -- he was right, you do have many hidden talents."

"Thank you, Boss. Say, do you think he was serious about being an actor? I've heard they have surprisingly good shows down there in Argenta. Not like La Mierda."

"Who knows? He told me he makes his money in the software business. I wouldn't have guessed him as a part time actor, but you know what he was saying about hidden talents. Maybe he was talking about himself more than you."

"Well, you know what they say. The difference between an actor and a thespian? About three drinks." Antonia chuckled at her own joke, then continued, "turns out I sucked a celebrity's cock, haha. But what I was trying to ask -- was I over the top? To start out, I mean?"

"What, the double meanings, and the falling-down-drunk schtick? It was fine. I mean, are you worried he might have suspected you weren't simply overcome with passion and liquor? I can guarantee you that when a guy's dick starts filling up, the blood comes straight downhill from the brain. You know that, right? A known scientific fact. It's just physics. Nobody with a dick like that is going to think things through, in the moment. You could have given in even easier if you wanted."

"I'll remember that for next time. I just don't want to jeopardize anything. Lot of money at stake."

"You kept him distracted at the right moment, that's the point - whatever it took. With him staring at my pussy during the signatures beforehand, and then you finishing what I started, he would have signed the Communist Manifesto if I'd put it in front of him. And I'm glad it all has worked for you, as the lagniappe I mentioned when you interviewed."

Antonia snickered. "Trying one of that size again was kind of fun. Not since high school. I wasn't lying about that. It just reminds me why I'm more comfortable with Rob. On a long-term basis, know what I mean? And you weren't kidding about him being a tit man either. When I was just lying there? Whew. Know what's really lagniappe, though? Rob's in shock over getting sex three nights out of four this week. Even threw him a blow job last night, too. He 'bout died. Then he reciprocated. That almost killed him too."

"Yeah, well don't actually kill him. He's cute."

"Don't get -...."

"I know, I know -- hands off. I haven't forgotten."

"Anyway the doctor says his heart's up to it. Heh. That's what matters. I might try again tonight. Best thing in years. Yeah. Lagniappe."

"I wouldn't necessarily call that the lagniappe. With him. I'd say he's more of an unintended consequence. Or, an unplanned benefit and he's the unwitting beneficiary. Anyway it looks quiet at the office for next week, but a couple of different second-home prospects will be coming our way the week after that. Coincidence." She spread a little wider. "And I pre-qualified 'em both, heh."

"Oh, bring 'em on," Antonia replied. "Never knew I was an exhibitionist. Which makes *you* the voyeur." She pulled a dildo from between her own legs. "So, you ready for a turn with it? While *I* watch your response?"

"Ah, God bless the CatNip." Ranni took the device from her outstretched hand and flipped a switch to adjust the setting. "Pussies and nips, what *can't* it perk up for a girl? Or a dude with an open mind?"

"Think I'll have to wait a while longer before introducing Rob to it. Might arouse suspicion, so soon."

"Yeah. Anyway JJ really is the gift that just keeps on giving, isn't he? Him getting into venture capital nowadays puts him in the most interesting tech circles." She took a sniff to admire the other woman's scent before applying the device to her left breast.

"A little lagniappe to you from him. Goes nice with the lagniappe I'm giving you, Boss. Hmmm?"

Ranni shook her head. Her voice took on an unexpected serious tone. "I wouldn't call what you do lagniappe either, Toni. Just... an unwritten condition of employment? Hmmm?" Her mocking of the assistant's vocal inflection conveyed a gentle rebuke against potential insubordination. She tilted her head back, not so differently from Thompson except that she was willing to be seen stimulating her own big nips with a high tech device. "Come on," she told the one between her legs, "get back to work, little miss Missy."