The Office Siren Ch. 03

The Office Siren - Chapter 03

Josie's Notes

Jenny's had a great start for herself and her friends at the staid old PR firm. She got a promotion, moving from a dead-end analyst job to Marketing with her very own product line. Meanwhile, her best friend and terminally sexy lover Vivia, landed a contract as the face (and hot body) of the new fragrance "Vivia", coming soon to a Sephora near you. To add even more spice to their adventures, Jenny and Vivia convinced the very "talented" Summer to move in with them. Summer has agreed to transfer to HR, heading up the new dress code for the entire company. Her mandate? Carry out the client's wishes to engrain the motto "sex sells" into the hearts and minds of the huge, but anachronistic firm and its three thousand employees. The stunning redhead is perfect for the job.

This chapter Jenny and Vivia meet the Marketing Team on the 44 th floor, where she gets a shocking surprise.

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I dropped to my haunches, settling my firm round ass into the backs of my six-inch stilettos. Turning to face him, I spread my knees apart, giving him a nice lingering view of my shaven pussy. But his eyes are fixed on my tits. He hasn't seen those yet - my pièce de résistance will be the final nail in his coffin, just before I move in to break him. Most girls save the G-string for their finale. But my natural 34EE's are the best in the place, and Eyes Only is the hottest peeler club in New York.

I decide to go for a spin on the Pole, my favorite piece of apparatus. A four-foot leap onto the vertical bar, grabbing onto it just with my legs. I make it look like my pussy is doing the holding on. Just an illusion, but I've had plenty of drooling fools ask me about it. I usually just smile, slip in a finger to the top knuckle, then pretend it's trapped, held fast by my sucking, grasping pussy. When with great difficulty I finally "free" it, I slither the finger between my fat pouty lips and suck it clean.

I've lost count how many times that's brought out the debit card.

I'd spotted him the minute he'd sat down. There's a big fat credit limit in that pocket. I can smell a no-limit card from across the room.

From a hands-free inverted position at the ceiling, I watch him through the thick masses of my waist-length hair. Pushing it aside with a free hand, I lower my body to the floor, just by lightening the grip of my legs around the long hard shaft, eye fucking him all the way down. The oil that makes my body glisten saves my skin from the friction.

When I hit the stage, I ooze down onto my tummy and belly crawl towards him. Rising to my knees, I sweep off the bra top and fling it into his face.

Before I fuck him for real, he needs to be prep'd. Nobody ever lasts long inside me, especially if I get him into The Chair. I never leave a thing to chance. The six P's are my code: Prior Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. As in - my performance. The better I perform, the worse he does. This one, he won't last long. He'll cum in lightning speed.

If I can get his PIN, he'll get to do that inside the hole of his choice. All that remains is the how much. Sometimes they ask me to enter their PIN. It might have something to do with using my rock-hard nipples to punch in the numbers. Another signature move.

This guy's drooling now. I'd say he's ready.

I sit up on my bum and spin towards him, dropping my feet over the edge of the stage. I've locked my eyes onto him. He's powerless to look away. Unbidden, I descend into him, sitting sideways on his thighs and grinding my ass into the iron rod in his lap. Drape an arm around his shoulders, slip the tip of my wet tongue up the side of his face. With my fat sticky lips I whisper sweet somethings into his ear.

"There's a private room in the back, baby. It'll be just you and me. Alone together. You can have me there. You can have all of me. All that you want."

I back away just a little, slowly crossing my legs towards him and clasping both hands around his neck. I gaze into his eyes, run my tongue along my upper lip and whisper. "Have you thought about what you'd like to do with me? What I can do with you?"

He nods, powerless to do much else.

In a flash I uncross my legs and stand. Grasping one of his hands, I lead him to the back. In my stilettos, I'm a lean six foot five, which gives me the advantage of long, lean legs and a tight slender waist. A full round bum doesn't hurt either. Not many five eight men get to fuck an Amazon whose tits are even with his mouth.

I've already told you about my tits.

Inside the private area, I push him into The Chair. After the initial financial transaction is out of the way - I think of it as an installment payment, I'll milk him for more later - I ask him what he wants.

I open my legs and sit on his thighs, straddling him and locking my ankles behind the Chair. I put my arms around his neck and smile sweetly.

Anything, I say, completely overwhelming him a wet, tonguey kiss. Some of the girls don't like to kiss the mopes. That makes me laugh. My kisses have cost my Johns thousands. Makes them feel special. Wanted. Most of them think they want a girlfriend who looks like me.

Our lips are still touching when I repeat, "You can have anything. Just tell me what you want."

He chokes out his answer.

Yep. That's why I put him in the Chair.

He goes to unbuckle his belt, but I stop him. That's my job.

I take my time, but not too much. He's paying through the nose for forty-five minutes so I need him to get his money's worth. If he's a good boy, I'll round it up to an hour.

Maybe I can keep him under control for two. It's just a few little numbers punched into a payment terminal. Right?

Now that I know what he likes, I can start to break him.

I love it when they tell me about their nylon fetish. We have something in common. I stand off of him and walk over to my private locker, where I keep my nylons. I grab three pair. One for me, two for him. I sit back down into his lap and slowly pull a pair of ultra-sheers onto my legs, extra tall for these long, long legs. I work the rubberized welts nice and secure around my upper thighs. Then I turn to him.

The Chair.

It's my favorite VIP Room apparatus because it means he's ceded full control to me. And I know how to use it. I hold one of the nylons I've chosen for him in front of his eyes. I slide it across his face, watch him close his eyes in pleasure as the object of his surrender taunts him with her feminine touch. With a practiced technique, I wrap the stocking over his right forearm and around the arm of the Chair, keeping it slow and sensuous, yet binding him securely with a half-dozen wraps. I tie it fast, keeping the knot well out of his reach. Left arm repeat. Then I drop to my knees and wrap the third nylon stocking around his right shin, binding him to the Chair leg. Then the left.

Now he's mine.

The Chair is bolted to the floor. He's not going anywhere.

His cock is long and hard and twitching at me.

I ask him if he would like me to gag him. I tell him he can have the panties I wore all day, before I came to the club.

He nods vigorously.

I smile. Keeping my knees straight, I bend over to give him a big sloppy kiss. Praise him for being so open with me.

I turn and go to my locker. Open the little plastic baggy and pull out my day panties. Little pink lace ones. They're still damp.

I buy 'em in three-dozen packs. Sometimes, if business is good, that won't last a month.

I grab a used pair of pantyhose and step back to his twitching form. He opens his mouth wide like a good, obedient fuck toy. I stuff my day-old underwear into his mouth. Satisfied, I wrap my smelly pantyhose around his head and around the high back of the Chair, making sure the damp crotch is plastered to his nose and mouth. Around and around and around I wrap the nylon legs. I secure the double knot at the back of his head.

He's all locked in. Helpless. No possible way to reach for a knot. Nothing to loosen. No way to escape without help.

He's all mine.

"You've been such a good boy," I coo, standing with my feet apart to my full height wearing nothing but Louboutins and the ultra-sheers. My pink, swollen pussy is at eye level, just inches from his face.

He can't take his eyes off of it.

"Now before I begin my systematic rape of your helpless body, I need to know: How many ED pills did you take tonight?"

His eye go wide. He thought I didn't know.

The ones who come here intending to get fucked, they always, always, always juice beforehand.

I hold up a finger. "One?"

No reaction.

"Two?"

He tilts his head to the side.

"Three then. Viagra and Cialis? Together?"

Bingo.

Good. Maybe I can working him over for two hours. He won't get bored.

I do it all. I have that reputation. I'll suck 'em off, fuck 'em stupid, I'll let them fuck me in the ass, whatever they want. It's just a negotiation.

I bend over, keeping my knees straight and kiss his forehead. "That's nice baby. That's really nice. You may be my best slut ever. Those little pills you took - well, that means you get to cum A LOT. I can make you cum so much! You're going to cum and cum and cum. You can have any hole you want. You can even have them all. See, it makes me happy when you cum so hard, baby. It's a real ego boost for me. It tells me I'm desirable. Sexy. You desire me, don't you?"

He nods.

"You'll boost my ego and cum lots and lots, won't you baby?"

His eyes go wide.

He wants it all. I grab the pay terminal for the extras and ask his permission to pull out his wallet. He nods. I pick the Black one.

I know my credit cards. All the girls do. A Harvard MBA is expensive, and like a lot of the girls here, my education's being financed by mopes like Mister Black Card. He doesn't know it, but tonight he's about to pay for nearly half of my second term.

The amount's too much for tap. I insert the card into the terminal and let him punch in the numbers with the one finger I didn't tie down. No nipple punch today. He can't talk with my day-old panties in his mouth.

It was a good evening. Mister Black Card stayed the whole two hours. I had him tied up for more than half of that, making my job easier. I fucked him long and hard. Cost him thousands, but he left a very happy, and a very, very, very drained man.

I never saw him again. Until this week.

***

I stared through the back window of the Uber at the crowded sidewalks of midtown Manhattan. Vivia's hand rested on my glossy thigh in a subtle sign of ownership, idly playing with my nylons with her fingers as she hummed a few bars from a Supertramp song. Summer was slumped against Vivia's far shoulder, fast asleep.

Before Vivia, I'd never had sex for pleasure in my entire life. Not once. Including repeats, I've fucked a thousand people and every one of them was a business transaction.

Until now.

It's 7:00 AM. We should all be passed out from exhaustion.

My throbbing pussy was testament to our long night of nearly non-stop sex. Of course Vivia and Summer had far more reason to be exhausted. As our fuck session was just getting going, Summer and Vivia had taken over, laying me out and driving me mad with lust, plying me relentlessly with endless orgasms. I'd nearly passed out from sheer ecstasy as the two goddesses who shared my bed last night ignored my weak pleas to stop and eventually tied me to the bed with my own nylons, where they fucked me to sweet oblivion.

It had been Summer's idea, but Vivia was on it like a bitch in heat. All of us had started the day as simple analysts for Poulsen Pendergast Masterly and Vonn (PPMV), a stodgy old Marketing and PR firm in midtown New York. By the end of the day, Vivia and I had million dollar contracts and Summer was given responsibility to revamp the oppressive dress code for women, along with a hefty raise and a cushy office in the H/R department.

Fucking my brains out was their way of saying "thank you". It wasn't necessary, of course, but hey. When two stunning goddesses inform you they're going to find out how many times they can make you cum in one night, well, yeah.

Just six months ago I was a pro, navigating the stripper pole in Eyes Only, Manhattan's hottest club. Now I'm heading my own product line in the Marketing department in one of America's largest and oldest PR firms.

These last six months in Corporate America has proven one immutable fact to me: I'm far more comfortable in the company of gorgeous, confident sluts than with any buttoned-down corporate executive drone. I find I need more sluts around me. A lot more. I'm so thankful for Vivia and Summer. They are both prime, gorgeous, relentlessly horny sluts. Having them at my side and on my pussy has made my life wonderful again.

Four months ago, at the end of my last night at Eyes, I was surrounded by a half-dozen of my favorite sluts, each of them flush from fucking nameless souls in the VIP rooms. They'd presented me with their going away present. It was a giant lollipop, knowing my weakness for anything hard and sweet. "To keep that magic tongue of yours in good shape," said Amber, a brunette knockout with absolutely enormous knockers.

Amber would know. I once licked her to orgasm while she blew one of her clients in Room Six.

The thing was, these weren't just gorgeous, vacuous hookers. The women I'd been drawn to at Eyes were like me. Paying for their university tuition one fuck at a time. Buying organic chemistry texts with greasy twenties and half-torn fifties once crammed into their G-strings. They were intelligent, articulate, tough, sexy broads who live their lives to the fullest. Mechanical Engineering by day, hungrily sucking cocks by night.

I missed them all dearly.

But I didn't have to miss them.

I'm going to have my own marketing team. Right? I get to pick my team.

Who better to run a marketing campaign for a perfume derived from my lover's femcum than a team of educated, gorgeous, horny sluts?

Many of them had real style too. Perfect role models for Summer's new dress code.

And I know a couple of them prefer pussy.

The more I thought about it, the more my idea was making sense. It kinda ticked all the boxes.

We arrived at our building on 6th Avenue and split up in the lobby. Summer was heading to H/R on the twelfth floor; Vivia and I were starting in Marketing on forty-four.

I was nervous. We hadn't even met the head of marketing, let alone the staff we'd be working with. I expected resentment, resistance even. But the client wanted us there, and that was what mattered. Still, it wouldn't be easy if the SVP of Marketing resented the hell out of us for being ordered to accept a couple of troublemakers into his department.

Tough. The PPMV Marketing department sucks. Their products suck. Their perfumes suck, most of all. Their campaign sucks. Even their clothes suck.

I'm gonna change all that.

All with a little help from my incredibly sexy lover Vivia and a generous d-Vab from her pussy, plus a pliant client (oooh, gotta remember that one). The tip of my tongue in the EVP Clausen's ear was all it took.

Okay, once he got a look at Vivia, it really was game over.

Eventually he'll expect me to fuck him. He'll come collecting soon enough. And I will. He's earned it. It's really no big deal for me. I'll give him his money's worth. I'd bring Viv too, but I'm not sure he'd survive the night.

I'll ask her.

At age 24, I've fucked over five hundred different men for money and a hundred women. Most of them begged me for more. Some multiple times. I know what I'm doing. Let's face it: I come across as an easy fuck. That's because I am. Make it worth my while and I'll fuck you stupid, then head to the bar to plow through another, so long as he can afford the entry fee.

I'm not just some loose broad who sleeps around with just anyone. Until Vivia, I'd never fucked for pleasure in my entire life. And now Summer. No, there's always got to be a reason to fuck someone. Money works, sure. But that's not always what I need.

I expect to have a lot of reasons as this new role develops.

***

On the forty-fourth floor, Viv and I walked into the reception area. I was to ask for a Mr. Joseph. Mr. Parker Joseph.

The two receptionists behind the desk were pleasant and efficient, but they desperately needed our help to yank the dildos out of their asses. They were pretty enough to be sure, but the uniform sucked. Buttoned-to-the-neck opaque baggy white blouses, over-styled big hair, sparse makeup, non-existent jewelry, no nails. Beside me, Vivia stiffened at the sight of them.

We were (efficiently) directed to sit in the reception seating. Mr. Joseph would be right out.

Vivia and I sat together on one of the soft couches. When she crossed her legs, the audible swish of her nylons filled the small waiting area. Viv loves swishy nylons and she chooses them in part for the intensity of the brain-breaking little tendrils of seductive sound the sexiest ones make.

Of course the swish drew my eyes to her gorgeous long legs. She was all in white today. Bodycon dress to mid thigh, wild platinum blonde hair to waist, white stilettos from Jimmy Choo. She'd even picked out her swishy Maison Close pantyhose in white, but at six denier the diaphanous little darlings only surrendered a hint of pale, and a heap of yearning.

Suddenly I'm horny as fuck and I'm still in Reception.

I'd decided to go a little more 'corporate' today. But with a Jenny twist, of course. Pencil skirt in grey. Crisp white blouse. Hair up. Should fit right in.

Except my skirt was cut to mid-thigh and it was so tight it rode just short of my pussy when I sat. Luckily it had a high slit on the side. Per corporate guidelines, I wore pantyhose. But not just any pantyhose. Maison Close oil-gloss Plumetis 15-denier sex machines. They have a swish factor of 12 out of 10. They feel so sexy and feminine I've cum just crossing my legs wearing these sluts.

My blouse is semi-transparent and unbuttoned just enough to show off my gorgeous lacey black bra, which does an admirable job holding the girls at bay. But just barely. My hair was up. But it's impossible to hide the full masses of glossy thick wild brown hair.

I've wrapped up a lot of cocks with this hair.

I've been told by countless men there's nothing in the world like having his cock wrapped in my long soft hair, then watching my fat crimson lips slowly close the distance to its head, opening wide to suck the throbbing rod deep inside my hot, wet mouth, feeling my long narrow tongue wrapped around his length, tightening its coils...

Oh, you want to cum in my mouth? That'll cost you.

I've won the lottery in so many ways. I've been told dozens of times I had the hottest body in the club. And Eyes Only is the hottest VIP club in Manhattan.

You don't get this body just working out. Which I do. A lot. A fuck of a lot. But these 34EE's are high, firm and natural. With a set like these, in the business I was in, I had to be careful. Some men have passed out as we played sex games, smothered in my tits. A couple of them, when they came to, wanted to do it again.

These tits could kill. Literally.

Tit-smothering seems to be a theme with a lot of the men I fucked. But there was a lot more. In the club, a sixty-nine starts at twenty-five hundred, and sometimes the guy would forget all about my pussy when my ass got within range.

Let me tell you about my ass. A thousand squats a week makes it full and round, and ohh so juicy. I could crack a walnut between these cheeks. I love to wear filmy silk skirts and dresses that drape about my ass and assume its shape as I walk. I developed a sexy little sway in my hips that drove the men in Eyes absolutely nuts. During a lap dance, they'd beg me for a VIP sixty-nine. I could always tell the ones who didn't really want to eat me out. What they really wanted was their nose up my backdoor. So when I got that vibe, I'd lead them into VIP and hand the guy a jar of lube as I shucked my G-string. I'd bend over the Chair and waggle my full round ass in his face, inviting the guy to fill my hole with greasy lube. He'd get to finger my asshole for free. Then I'd lay him down and straddle him sixty-nine with my greased back door an inch from his face.

That's when I'd start the negotiation. You'd be surprised how fast that credit card comes out when the John's cock is poised at my mouth and this juicy ass is set to plunge on his face.

I'd know he's hard core when he's wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled my ass into his face, slipping his nose all the way into my slippery entrance. And I mean, all the way. When your nose is that far up a girl's back hole, your mouth is full too. Several men have passed out with their faces full of my ass. So I have to be careful.

This ass could kill. Literally.

But I'm most proud of my legs.

I'm nearly six feet, so my legs are really, really fucking long. And lean. A dozen hours a week in the gym just on legs. I've got two diamond-shaped gaps - one from knees to my calves, and a long one from just above my knees to upper thigh. A little bit of muscle brings my legs together, then the tight Toblerone triangle just below my pussy.

When I'm wearing a miniskirt or shorts, always in heels and nylons, men turn around on the sidewalk and follow me. It happens all the time. It's the legs.

So I amp up the sex quotient on these weapons to a fifteen.

It starts with shoes. FM shoes. I love the five-inch Louboutin 'So Kates' in glossy black or brilliant pink. Jimmy Choo and Jennifer Chamandi spikes make me wet.

In a sky-high pair of fuck-me shoes, a pair of glossy Gio nylons with a back seam, and a flouncy little silk skirt that drapes my ass and reveals ten inches of lean muscular thigh, I can command a sidewalk. Add a skin-tight low-cut white tank top, and business stops when I walk by.

It's okay. I'm not bragging. Not really. It's just that - this was my business. My livelihood. Keeping my body sexy and perfect was absolutely necessary to achieve my goals. So long as I was willing to use it without emotion or mercy.

Dressed like that is how I'd arrive at the club every evening. Men would follow me off the street and into the club. The owners knew these legs brought walk-in business and they gave me the highest split in the club. They even gave me a daily nylon allowance.

So you can see I was exercising a lot of restraint for my first day in Marketing.

A young woman appeared through the glass doors leading to the inner sanctum. "Miss Peters, Miss Saracini, you can come with me."

I uncrossed my legs and stood. Apparently her name wasn't important. "Please call me Jenny. And this is Vivia."

A forced smile etched her lips. "Mary. Come with me please."

She was pretty enough, but ugh.

Her shoes were brown leather with a big ugly buckle and a thick one-inch heel. She wore some form of nylons - great - but a drug store brand and all you could see was six inches of calf above her ankles. The worst length of skirt imaginable. You don't get the allure of a bodycon full-form silhouette, or the sexiness of a long slender leg clad in the finest nylons. Instead you get the idea this woman hates her legs, and even worse, despises her own style too.

Which is kind of like saying she hates herself.

The skirt was wool in a medium weight with a long pleat down the back. Because of the drape, the skirt made a woofing sound as she walked ahead of us. Even her ass was no treat - the skirt spread around her butt with plenty of material to spare. She wore a neck-high sweater, granted with a thin merino wool blend, but good Lord, she had some real treasures lurking within that baggy monstrosity. Even The Gap couldn't hide this woman's bangin' body. She's just afraid to show it.

Add to that the mousy hair, sparse makeup and zero jewelry it's pretty clear what this girl needs.

Yeah, I was thinking that too, but I really meant a makeover. As in five-alarm, break down the door, damn the torpedoes, emergency re-do. I glanced at Viv - she was thinking the same thing. There's a real beauty under there somewhere.

What I'd really like to do was get Mary home and d-Vab her to the dark side, then shove her into my walk-in closet and jump on what pops out.

We passed a sea of cubicles housing a myriad of PPMV Marketing drones. I'd steal a glance into every third or fourth one, inevitably spying a dutiful little beaver gnawing away at some spreadsheet or PowerPoint slide.

If they're gonna let me pick my team, I'll have to convince them to let me go outside the company. Unless they show me something pretty fucking different.

Mary stopped at the door to a corner office. A double light hog.

Inside the office, a man sat behind an imposing custom desk. I grabbed Vivia's arm and clenched it so hard she uttered a tiny cry.

Mr. Black Card.

"They're here for you, Mr. Joseph." Mary's voice was deferential. She was in awe of Parker Joseph.

"Thank you, Mary."

I decided to play it straight. Mr. Black Card didn't seem to recognize me. Context is everything. He wouldn't be expecting the appointed head of his new marketing campaign to be the VIP girl that fucked his brains out a few months ago. That $15,000 of his money was put to good use. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Joseph." I held my hand out across his desk.

He barely registered our presence. His eyes were fixed on his computer. Wordlessly tilting his head towards the guest chairs, he continued to type.

Any polite person who wasn't out to make a point would simply take my hand and give me his first name. Clearly Parker Joseph wasn't on the Jenny train.

He hadn't even looked at Vivia yet. Knowing who this guy really is, I knew his attitude was about to change big time.

Vivia and I sat in the proffered chairs and worked our leg crosses to the hilt, each of us sliding our nylons together aggressively, going for maximum swish.

Not looking up from his computer, Joseph asserted himself from his first word.

"Jack Connors from upstairs told me the client had picked you two for their new campaign. He's asked me to receive the two of you and to... get you organized. But first, there are a few ground rules. I expect you to follow them exactly or your time here will be very short. Frankly, I expect that result anyway."

Here it comes.

"Sure," I said brightly, a smile pasted on my face.

Joseph's eyes flashed up to me, then to Vivia. His confidence ebbed out of him like an over-filled balloon with a tiny leak.

Mr. Black Card is a depraved, horny sub who loves, loves, loves to be dominated by aggressive, tall, sexy women. He loves denial and does his best work on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. I taught him how to eat my pussy and to do it over and over and over until he got it right.

So he owes me. He just doesn't know it.

Not yet. I put that little treasure into the back of my mind. When I needed him, I'd lay him out and pluck him clean. Maybe even set up a little sting with a few slutty girlfriends of mine.

My mouth watered at the prospect of making this fucker kneel at my feet on more time. But this time, in the office.

I nearly waved in his face to pull his steady, lustful gaze away from Vivia. A bit of sweat had popped out on his brow and he shifted in his seat, probably an attempt to adjust the massive boner that had grown in his pants.

Vivia uncrossed and recrossed her legs, keeping her calves in full contact to maximize the swish. She smiled sweetly and licked her glossy lips.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

I knew Joseph would overcompensate to hide his lust for us. That wouldn't be a problem. I've handled a thousand guys like that in Eyes.

"Tell me, Miss Peters. This - this dress code business on the seventh floor yesterday. I don't want - and the senior executive has assured me we are on the same page here - we will not tolerate any antics of that nature here in Marketing. Do you understand?"

I deliberately took my time answering. From my upper-crossed thigh, I pinched a bit of nylon stocking and pulled it away from my skin, then let it snap back into place. Then again. And again.

Joseph got antsy, as I expected. He'd been expecting a quick answer. He knew we'd just been promoted from simple analysts to head of a major product launch in my case, and the face and body of the campaign for Vivia. He thought we'd be giddy, and oh so grateful for the opportunity. That we'd gush our assurances that we'd be good, that we're so honored and excited to be part of the team!!

And maybe, just maybe there'd a little something in it for him.

If that's what he was expecting, he was disappointed. I reached out to Vivia and took a lock of her hair in my fingers. "This, Mr. Joseph, is your new star. Miss Vivia Saracini's face, body, and fashions will be looking down at you from everywhere. When you commute, if you walk to this office through Times Square, Vivia will be watching. If you take the subway, ride a cab with the screen on, watch Spectrum TV, or Fox News, or MSNBC, if you read the New York Times with your Sunday yoghurt and coffee, glance at X, or Instagram, or pick up a copy of Vogue, my gorgeous partner here will be smiling back at you.

"Now, if Miss Saracini needs to be sexy for the part, our team needs to be sexy to create her campaign. Miss Saracini is the face and body of a sexy new fragrance line, and she will need to be surrounded by a Marketing team that thinks sexy, talks sexy, dresses sexy. IS sexy.

"Every member of my team, and I will hand pick each and every one of them, will be female, and she will be sexy. When I meet the people here on 44, I'll tell them what we're doing. You can block any volunteers to my team. That's your prerogative. Bit I don't expect to need many of them. I expect I'll have to recruit most of my own team from outside this company. And as I've said, my team will be all women. One hundred percent, ravishing, sexy, hot blooded, dominant female vixens. Because that is what we are selling, Mr. Joseph. We aren't selling perfume. We're selling confidence. We're selling sex. We are selling Vivia."

Joseph sat back and looked at me impassively. He tried to hide what he was thinking, but he failed. He knows I have a mandate from the client. He knows we have a huge budget to work with. So either the Marketing management gets on board, or they'll be left behind.

"Very well Miss Peters. I -"

"Call me Jenny."

"Very well - Jenny. I'll give you your rope. I'll even provide the tree branch for you to sling it over. But you will not disrupt my team, do you understand?"

"Whether or not your team feels disrupted, Mr. Joseph, depends entirely on them. Frankly, I don't need snowflakes for this campaign so if anyone's offended by what I'm going to say out there, well, they're better off not on my team anyway."

"All that may be fine, but I you won't find any women on my floor that meet your - criteria. The women in my department are -."

"You'd be surprised what's hiding behind that corporate veil you've so carefully built to suppress the women at PPMV."

Joseph sat back and studied me. I think this was his "I'm deciding your fate" stare. I'm sure it makes a lot of his underlings blurt out all kinds of stupid shit, but I'm strong believer in the old adage: The first one to speak, loses.

I didn't speak.

Joseph lost. "I have the boardroom booked for your interviews. But I have veto power. There are some people I absolutely need for my teams. You can't have them."

"Then just invite the ones you can spare. It won't take long."

"All right. Give me half an hour."

Joseph turned his back to us and flicked on his computer. We were dismissed.

After staring so intently at Vivia, I assumed he'd be making a quick trip to the bathroom first chance he got.

"What a cocksucker," Vivia said under her breath when I we walked out of his office onto the floor.

"Fuck 'im," I said. "Come on Viv, let's make some good trouble."

It seemed our reputations had preceded us. Several people, men and women, approached to say hello. All of them knew we were heading a new campaign for Contented Brands.

Vivia attracted a big crowd. Everyone wanted to see the face and body of the new Vivia line of fragrances. The sexiest woman I've ever known, in a Balmain bodycon minidress no less, she did not disappoint.

Everything about Vivia, and I mean everything, is sexy. Vivia IS sex. Even the answers she gave to the questions peppered at her were sexy.

"What's it feel like to go up in Times Square?"

"As good as it feels to go down on my boyfriend."

"I'm jealous. Who's your boyfriend?"

"Which one? I've got about twenty."

"That must keep you busy."

"It's not too bad. They always come for me."

"I love your dress."

"Me too. Can't wait to get out of it."

"Who styles your hair?"

"Nobody. I keep it shaved."

"How does it feel to be the face and body of a cosmetics line in your name?"

"My face feels great. It's my body that could use a workout."

"Vivia's a cute name. Is it short for Vivian?"

"Except for my skirt, I don't like anything too short."

"Do you feel lucky getting that modeling contract in just one meeting?"

"I'm used to getting lucky."

And so on. She was the hit of the floor. They couldn't get enough of my sexy funny girlfriend. But it was time to get down to business.

"Vivia and I have to get to the boardroom. Can anyone point us in that direction?"

One woman stepped close. "Come with me."

"She knows just what I need," Vivia giggled to general laughter.

Vivia's amazing. In a few short moments, she'd loosened up the whole floor and pulled them to our side. It gave me hope we'd find some of what we're looking for.

As we walked, my phone rang.

"Hello, this is Jenny."

"Jenny. Hi. It's Paul, Paul Clausen from..."

"Yes of course. How are you Paul?" I put my hand over the phone and mouthed his name to Viv.

The Executive Vice President of Contented Brands, Paul Clausen, is PPMV's biggest client. He's the driving force behind the launch of the new "Vivia" line of fragrances. He put me in charge of the campaign and made my girlfriend the face and body of the line. What nobody except Vivia and Summer knew was that my "perfume" was the result of Vivia Vabbing me with her femcum after sex. I always have her do that after I shower in the morning so I have her pussy scent infused into me all day.

Clausen fell in love with my perfume. He wants me to replicate it for production.

"Me, I'm terrific. Say, I'm on my own for the next week and next so I have nothing on this Friday. I was hoping you were free Friday evening. I'd like to go over some details of the campaign. Bat around some ideas."

I didn't hesitate. "Sure, Paul. I can do that. Did you have a place in mind?"

"There's a place in Soho, on Thompson I like. Vive le Vin."

"I know it."

"Say around 6:30?"

I put my hand over my phone and leaned into Vivia. "He wants to have dinner with me on Thursday. I'd like you to come."

Vivia nodded.

I uncovered the phone. "Paul, can you make it 8:00?" I wanted time for both of us to go home and change into something completely inappropriate.

"Sure, I can swing that."

"Great. I'd like to bring Vivia if you don't mind."

"Hmmm. I don't know. I was hoping you and I could..."

"Vivia and I share everything. She's with me now. She's quite - interested."

"All right. Eight o'clock it is. I'll see you Friday."

I punched off the phone and dropped it in my purse.

Vivia licked her lips. "Where?"

"Vive le Vin. It's a sexy little spot in Soho."

"I know that place. It's a dark, sexy spot. And it's near their corporate apartment."

"Yep. This may be the price of admission."

"You think we should fuck him so soon?"

I knew what she meant. Sometimes it's the denial that keeps them coming back. The promise of sex, the desperate urge to fuck the hottie. Once she caves, her leverage is gone. She's just another in a long line of tail he's lured into his bed with promises of a great career, fame, fortune, and fulfillment.

A promise that if paid for in advance, may never see the light of day.

Clausen is overconfident. He's used to having his orders fulfilled without question. He won't be subtle. He'll come right out and ask me to accompanying him to his corporate apartment. He'll make it clear the campaign, and my role in it, is dependent on sex. And because he has lawyers, he won't actually say that. His language will be more opaque. With double meaning. But the message will be clear: fuck him or fuck off.

It doesn't matter.

After fucking 500 different people in the last two years, and many of those multiple times, what's one more corporate hotshot? So long as I get what I want?

The most I've earned from a single fuck is $15,000. This one will be worth a hundred times that.

So it's a no brainer. Sure. I'll fuck him, no problem.

But I didn't want this to be a regular thing. That was the danger. That he'd like it so much he'd want it again and again and again.

There's no way I was going to be his regular tail. So I'd needed to play it smart.

"Viv, there's only one way to do it. Together, you and I are going to fuck his brains out. Give him the fuck of his life. Keep him our prisoner in that hotel room all weekend, feed him ED drugs to keep him performing and tag team him relentlessly. Fuck him so hard, so thoroughly, his sex life will be ruined for all time. Then deny him until the contract is signed.

"We're going to make Clausen our Sub. I'm going to teach you how to be a Dominatrix of the first order, my lovely slut. We'll dole out sex to him very occasionally, but only if he's a good boy, and only if there's something in it for us. Only if he gets on his fucking hands and knees and begs us for it. Use the promise of sex with us to mold him into our little fuck boy, who'll do whatever we ask, give us whatever we want, who'll beg to give us anything, if only we agree to another night. Just one more night.

"I want to get him under control sooner rather than later. We're going to find a way to film this. Maybe a hidden camera in my purse. Record our conversations. Get him to say what he wants. Make it clear it's his idea. Then if he threatens to renege on the deal, I'll show it to him. If we do this right, by Sunday evening he'll be our drooling lap dog. He'll be begging for us to dominate him. But if he resists, we'll just tug on that leash around his neck."

Vivia hugged my arm. "I love it. Even if we don't need the video, we'll have some great porn for the girls to watch at home."

"Consider it the first of a large and growing library."

***

At 6:15 that evening, Vivia and I met Summer in the lobby downstairs. In her micro miniskirt, glossy nylons, stilettos, and silk cami, Summer looked good enough to eat. As I leaned in to kiss her cheek, I was pleased at the scent of Vivia's pussy, still on her neck.

I winked at my blonde lover. "Fuck me, Viv. When you Vab someone, she stays Vabbed."

Summer flipped her hair. "No wonder I've been so horny all day. I nearly jilled off in the bathroom at lunch."

"What stopped you?"

Summer cast her eyes up and down Vivia's luscious form. "You really need to ask?"

Vivia stuck her nose in Summer's hair. "We have GOT to figure out how to bottle this stuff."

I snorted. "I don't know if the world could survive with your pussy scent in every bathroom."

"A population boom, that's for sure," Summer laughed.

Since my apartment is just a straight shot up the 6, only three stops away, we always take the subway. But that big soft bed in my apartment is too tempting. We wouldn't make it past the foyer before someone started taking off their clothes. But I wanted to talk strategy with my two lovers, and having a bed in the next room would be too tempting.

"Let's get a drink ladies. I have some ideas I want to blow past you."

"Mmmm," Vivia said. "I'll suck up any ideas you blow my way."

"I'd prefer to lick up your ideas," Summer said with a smile. "You know, take 'em for a spin around the world."

"Around the world, you say?" I laughed.

Vivia hugged my arm. "Do we really have to go for that drink?"

I thought about it. I really did. "Come on Viv. Let's go. Just a couple of drinks, maybe a little cock teasing, and talk this through. I've got some juicy ideas and I really need your input."

***

We sat around a high top table in the busy midtown bar. It was packed with the after-work crowd of businessmen and women, flirting, talking business, talking trash, men eyeing pussy, women gauging boyfriend potential, women looking for an anonymous fuck.

Of course several men had followed us to our high top table. It was only a matter of time before we would be interrupted. Probably less than five minutes.

I leaned into the middle of the table, inviting Summer and Viv to do the same. "I have some ideas for how to transform this piece-of-shit company we work for, and I need you to talk me out of them and convince me that I'm completely crazy."

"You haven't let us down so far," Viv said. "What's this sick stupid plan of yours?"

Summer leaned slightly into Vivia. "Hey Viv," she said softly.

Vivia turned. Summer was so close they brushed noses. Summer licked her fat lips and sighed. "Has it always been just pussy for you, honey?"

Vivia shot a knowing glance at me. She's the hottest, most overtly sexy woman I've ever met, and I worked the hottest VIP stripper sex club in Manhattan. Vivia oozes sex from her very pores. She's a stunner and I count my blessings every day she's in my bed.

"Oh, I love a good thick cock as much as any girl," she smiled. "It's just that... I've never met a man yet who could last inside me for more than 10 seconds."

At nearly six feet, plus heels, massively thick platinum blonde hair to her tiny waist, a face that could melt an iceberg, a perfect 34DD, a juicy full round bottom and legs so long and lean I can cum just looking at them, Vivia is the consummate sex goddess. She's that insanely hot. She drips sex through every pore of her body. Couple that with a relentless sex drive and a capacity to give and receive endless sexual pleasure, with pussy skills so good she can render me into a babbling gushing slut before I can kick off my stilettos, Vivia is a constantly horny orgasmatron in the flesh.

She smiled and cast her eyes down to my cleavage and back to Summer. "That's why I started getting interested in pussy. Used to be, whenever I'd meet a cute, husky guy, I'd drool thinking about how fast I could get into his apartment so he could fill me up and we could fuck each other senseless. But somehow I give off this vibe. Men just can't seem to hold back. They just attack. All they can do is pump and dump. And after they cum, most men are done. At least for a few minutes and that's buzz kill for me. I wasn't getting much out of the deal."

"Maybe it has something to do with you going absolutely wild when your pussy is attacked?"

Vivia laughed. "Yeah, there's that. When a man got his fat cock inside my pussy, my whole body would just go crazy. I was a wild, writhing, cum machine. There was no way these guys were going to last.

"What's worse, most men's pussy skills really suck. It drives me crazy, in a bad way. Girls are a lot more fun. And when I met Jenny, my pussy caught fire." Vivia leaned closer to Summer and brought her lips to the redhead's ear and spoke just loudly enough so I could hear. "Jenny's pussy skills are fucking out of this world. She's in another universe."

Summer swallowed. A hint of drool escaped the corner of her glossy lips. I couldn't wait to find out how wet Vivia was making her.

Soon.

I took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. I had two gorgeous sluts staring at me, so desperate to fuck they were drooling. And I wanted to talk business. Go figure.

Inevitably, a group of men approached our table.

"Hey gorgeous," one of them said to Vivia. "My buddies here bet me I couldn't get you to talk to me. Want to use their money to buy you a round of drinks?"

"If I let you buy me a drink, will you leave me alone? Dickhead says what?"

"What?"

"Sorry I'm on a diet."

"Impossible. You're perfect."

"How did you know? As in, purrrrfect. I'm on a pussy diet."

"Maybe you could use a different kind of meal."

"Sorry," Vivia said, looking at Summer and me. "It's taken."

"Oh, this is a crime against all mankind!"

"Yeah, but womankind is on board all the way."

"Maybe there's room for a tomcat."

"The last one lost his balls."

"What's your name doll? I was having such an off day, but you've really turned me on."

"With a line like that, I'm not surprised."

"How about you surprise your girlfriends here and not go home tonight? You never know what you might like."

"What I don't like is needle-dicks interrupting a business conversation. Now run along and go bother someone else."

Vivia turned away from the guy who stood there open-mouthed. I looked at him and shook my head. "Not happening Deeter. We're a team."

Without a word, the three of them turned back to the bar.

"Okay, so here goes," I started. "You know I have authorization from upstairs to hire my own team, right?"

The two goddesses nodded.

"I figure I'll need a team of at least two dozen. I need creative, marketing, sales, customer service, contract admin, and someone to run the numbers. Make sense?"

Resigned to this boring discussion, PPMV's new dress code supervisor slipped her fingers into her crimson hair and propped her head in her hand, one elbow on the table. She fixed a stare on my tits and neck, never looking up. At least she was listening. Sort of.

Vivia noticed and perked up. "Sure, Jen, I got you. Twenty-four, twenty-five people. So what's your idea?"

"When I worked at Eyes Only, I knew a lot of girls who were working their way through university. Just like me. I took a year and a half off to strip and fuck my way to a Harvard MBA. I've met girls who were going to Columbia, paying tuition and residence with their pussies. Eyes isn't the only one. As the top-earning VIP girl there, I got plenty of invites to other clubs. Oh sure, they've all got their share of skanks. But every one of those clubs had at least a couple of gorgeous sluts who were stripping for tuition.

"Those are the girls I want. The VIP girls. The sluts. I want dedicated, horny, skilled pussies. I'm going to have an all-woman team of experienced, horny whores. So instead of fucking for tuition, they'll turn their skills to more - lucrative pursuits. If they're willing to dance, strip, fuck and suck for tuition, they'll do it for me and the start of a lifetime career. Think about the older men, businessmen, the decision makers, titans of business. My sluts will show them no mercy. PPMV's contract re-sign numbers suck. I'll put the hottest, most aggressive whores onto Client Retention. That team is going to suck those numbers right the fuck up."

"So no men."

"Can you imagine a man inside that group of harlots? It'd be a feeding frenzy. They'd have their way and leave him a twitching, spent husk."

"Well, you'd have a pretty long list of applicants."

"Jenny's right," Summer said. "No men. We can't have all the conflict that would bring."

I sat back and raised my glass. "So what do you say, girls? Wanna help me recruit the smartest, most educated, sexiest whores in the city?"

Vivia licked her lips and grinned. "We're gonna need a bigger bed."

I laughed at the movie reference. "So what do you say? Is my idea absolutely fucking crazy?"

Summer straightened up and smiled. "Totally, fucking insane. The place will be chaos. Old PPMV will fire our asses and every slut we recruit will turn out to be only that - a horny fuck machine with no business sense."

"So you're saying..."

"So I'm saying, abso-fucking-lutely YES! Let's do it. Let's shake it up. This will be the greatest office revolution since the miniskirt."

"Excellent. Tomorrow night, the three of us are going on a field trip."

"Won't the Eyes Only management object to you stealing their best whores?"

"Hmmm. I have an idea. Viv, Summer, you can look pretty slutty, can't you?"

"Gee thanks," Summer said.

"Not what I meant. You two can pose as strippers from another club. From out of town. So you're checking the place out. Gives us an excuse to talk to all the educated sluts."

"So we're gonna transform them from sluts to sirens?" Vivia asked.

"If we're successful, we'll recruit a few sluts for our team and maybe we can sprinkle a few more around the company. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"It IS a fucking revolution," Viv said.

"Or a revolution in fucking," I said with a grin.

***

After another exhausting night, Vivia and I showered together, while Summer lay back on the bed. She was in a sort of fugue state of sexual arousal, having been the center of attention of Vivia's and my tongues for the last couple of hours. She was babbling incoherently, while streams of drool dripped off her lower lip, down her chin and onto her breasts. As she stared at the ceiling, unseeing, both of her hands were gently working on her pussy. Three fingers of one hand were buried deep inside her vagina, while her index and middle finger of her other hand swirled around her clitoris.

It was so erotic watching her cycle through her orgasms. She wasn't moaning, or rolling around the bed, or anything like that. She just lay there, staring, unseeing, manipulating her pussy until she came, which she did silently and gloriously. Then she'd relax for a few moments and start it all over again. She'd masturbated like this the whole time Vivia and I were showering and getting ready. She must have cum four or five times by her own hand. Basically equaling her score from last night from the ministrations of Vivia and me.

Summer's the horniest, most orgasmic woman I've ever met. She's relentless. Once she gets going, she keeps coming after you. She just doesn't stop.

As she's said, no man can truly satisfy a woman like that.

I'm so glad Vivia and I welcomed Summer into our bed. She's an absolute cum machine, a sex goddess of the highest order, a pure slut. The perfect person to head up the new dress code department for the staid old-boys club that is Poulsen Pendergast Masterly & Vonn.

But Summer can do more than just take it. A lot more. For the second night in a row, she fucked me brainless, this time with a big, fat vibrating dildo she brought from her apartment. She had me cumming like a freight train as she pounded my pussy relentlessly with the dial turned to ten, while I made out with the gloriously gorgeous and sexy Vivia.

Nearly ready to get dressed, I slipped over to Summer and sat carefully on the bed. She turned towards me and swept her brilliant auburn hair away from her face with open fingers. She fixed a look on me that spoke volumes.

"Summer, baby. We have to go. Come on now, honey. Let's get you dressed and ready."

Summer didn't move. She lay on her back, sunk deep into the pillows. A thin white sheet covered half her body from one knee to just under her breasts. Her legs were spread apart and the sheet had taken her form, outlining her pussy and up the curves of her hips to her tummy. She reached towards me with both arms; her expression was dripping with desire. She licked her lips slowly, and when she retracted her long narrow tongue, her lips glistened in the soft light of the bedroom lamp.

"Jenny?" Summer said, her voice distant and soft. "Jenny honey? Make me cum, just one more time. Please baby? I need to cum again. Just one more. Pleeeeeeeease!"

I let out a deep breath. We didn't really have time for this.

But.

She was so sexy. So horny. So very needy.

I laid my near hand on her far hip and leaned down for a gentle kiss. I'd planned to promise her a long, luxurious evening of beautiful orgasmic sex. That Vivia and I would finally sate that incredible capacity she has for orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm. That we would find a way to finally break her.

That was my plan.

Yeah right.

If there was any breaking to be done, Summer was the one determined to be doing it. In one fluid motion, she folded her arms around my neck, pulled me to her perfect body, kicked the sheet to her feet, and rolled me onto the bed. Before I realized what was happening, Summer had snared me, fully prone on top. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me. She'd enclosed me into her body like a Venus fly trap.

Her fat juicy lips found that soft sensitive spot on my neck that turns me into a quivering pile of jelly. She licked and suckled my skin, and her touch was so delicious, so knowing, she made me squirm from my neck to my pussy, all the way to my toes.

I definitely think she could make me cum just with her mouth on my neck.

I think that was indeed her plan.

"Summer, baby, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Let me eat you, honey." I pulled her mouth from my neck and looked into her eyes. "Baby doll, let me suck on your perfect little pussy. You can cum on my face. Okay?"

Summer's face was a mask of pure lust. All she could manage was a couple of short nods, pursing her lips in anticipation.

Her arms and legs relaxed, allowing me to crawl down her body to pursue my orgasmic mission. I paused at her sweet round breasts and gave her erect little nipples a few tentative licks. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around, lavishing it with loving attention. Covering my teeth with my lips, I bit down gently. Summer arched her back off the bed and gasped with pleasure as I swirled my tongue around the squeezed nipple, knowing this drives her insane with lust.

She pushed the outside of her other breast into my cheek, signaling her need. I gave that breast the same treatment while rolling the first nipple between my thumb and fingers.

"Oh, oh, oh Jenny. You're going to make me cum, you evil slut. Oh I love this, I love this, I love this. Oh Jenny baby, please don't stop. You can do it. Make me cum baby. Right there. Make my tits cum, oh yes, yes, yes."

She lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs under my arms and her arms around my head, trapping my face on her glorious breasts. As I licked and sucked her closer, she squeezed and released her legs.

Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release.

She was driving her clit into my tummy, rubbing it around and around as I continued to lavish her breasts with my lips and my tongue.

"Mmmm, baby Jenny, oh that feels soooo nice. Oh yes more, more, more. Oh yes, baby doll I'm going to cum for you. Oh yes keep doing that. Keep, keep, keep doing exactly what you're doing. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh."

I moved rapidly between her breasts. With hands on either side of them, I squeezed them together, pushing her nipples just inches apart. I swirled my tongue around and around and around; her nipples were rock hard in my mouth. Immune to pain now, her nipples were so hard, so erect, so incredibly prominent, I bared my teeth and bit directly on one, then the other while drawing them into my mouth with every bit of suction I could possibly manage.

"Oh FUCK, JENNY FUCK! That's it baby! Yes, yes, yes, YEEEEESS!!! Cuuuuummmming, cumming, cumming, cumminnnnnngggg! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yes!"

Summer locked her ankles together for leverage and squeezed those long, magnificent legs around my ribs, jamming her pussy up into me while squeezing her arms around the back of my head, mashing my mouth into one breast with the incredible force borne of sheer, utter lust.

Her entire body shook and vibrated as she came all around me. I was just a passenger to her violence, my only goal now to survive without too much bruising so we could live to fuck another day, another hour. Another moment.

By now I was beyond horny. Trapped inside this stunning sexual creature, smothered in her magnificent breasts, I nearly lost it right there. I needed, desperately needed her magic.

"Summer!" I pleaded. "Summer!"

The light returned to her eyes as the redhead recovered from her orgasm and focused on my face. "Uh huh?" was all she could manage.

"I need that magic tongue inside me baby. I need, need, neeeeeed your tongue, baby doll."

Instantly Summer rolled me over and took the upper position. I always marvel at her capacity for sex. She never tires, never fails.

It was her tongue that I needed now. That tongue. Vastly better than any of the hundreds and hundreds of cocks my pussy has used up, Summer's tongue is eerily long and flexible. Perfectly designed for pussy, her tongue can lick the bridge of her nose and she can roll it up like a carpet. Sometimes at work she would do this in front of me when no-one was watching. An evil grin would be plastered on her face, knowing the effect the mere sight that mutant tongue has on me. More than once I've had to stagger to the bathroom and jill myself off after Summer teases me so with that alien tongue of hers.

She pounced on my breasts, swirling and curling that tongue around my nipples. I've got more than a double handful there and she spent a generous amount of time getting them soaking wet and ready for more.

But I needed her at the main event and NOW. I pushed down on the top of her head, signaling my want. Like a cobra in heat, she flew down my body, spread my legs apart with a firm thrust of her hands and drove that tongue up, up, way, way, waaaayy up inside my pussy.

"Aaagggh!" I screamed. No preliminaries, no clit play, just a rough fast fucking with that tongue. In and out, in and out, over and over and over she stroked me with four inches of firm, narrow, hard, wet tongue.

I was getting there very, very quickly.

The redheaded goddess kneeling at my pussy retracted her tongue and pushed her fat juicy lips onto my swollen, needy clit. Her soft wet lips gummed all around my needy nub, building me, mercilessly molding me into her personal squirming, pulsing slut.

"Oh fucking hot sweet Lilith, Summer! You're a magician. Oh fuck nobody can do that. Nobody, nobody, oh fuck keeping doing it. Keep, keep, oh please don't stop honey."

She did stop, choosing instead to slide that incredible sex organ back into my snatch, this time to curl up, up, right up into that orgasmic G-Spot. She swept the tip of that tongue forward and back, forward and back, while her upper lip mashed into my clit, brushing it back and forth, driving me absolutely, completely, totally, unbelievably FUCKING INSANE WITH LUST!!!

I grabbed the back of her head to keep her connected, rolled her over onto her back, spread my knees apart and pushed my cunt into her face, and all the while Summer never let up, never stopped curling that incredible magic tongue along my G while I mashed my swollen clit into her face.

My whole body was into the fuck now. I rutted into that gorgeous face, using it to maximize my pleasure, desperately stroking and pulsing into her. And she stayed with me. This tireless goddess of orgasms, she stayed with me, with me, always with me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming baby!" I screamed. "Here it is. YES!"

The pressure deep inside me built and built and built. A wet surging flood filled me up and burst forth, gushing out my femcum, bathing my lover's face in a warm sweet bath of my female juices.

This was it. This is D-Vabbing in the extreme and Summer's mouth is open, taking as much of it as she could manage. With each glorious orgasmic spasm, another gush pulsed into her, drowning her in my liquid lust, soaking her face and breasts as my whole body shook, overcome with the full-body orgasm borne of Summer's insanely long, magical, curling tongue.

And still she did not stop.

Sex with Summer is transcendent. Not only because of her tongue, but because even after my orgasm, she keeps coming and coming and coming, and she does not fucking STOP until I beg for mercy, and even then she knows me, knows that I can take ever more. She knows my body better than I know it myself because where I would stop, where I would take a minute, she presses on with that eager inventive tongue, wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of my writhing, squirming body.

But.

But we'd just cum, violently. All of us were Vabbed. And we absolutely had to go. I fell across Summer's body, gasping for breath.

Vivia came into the room, having just finished one of her epic showers. I'm sure she masturbates in there pretty much every time. And so she had no idea what Summer and I had been up to.

"Whatcha'll doin'?" she said, drying the massive wild tangle of her glorious waist-length platinum blonde hair.

"Viv," I said, panting. Come here and get some."

She knew what I meant. Instantly she dropped the towel. Bounding over to the bed, she dove for my pussy and swished her face all around, driving the tip of nose into me and getting herself as wet as she could manage.

But we had to go.

We've got meetings. A client to see. A chemist appointment to make. A recruitment plan to build. People to interview.

The sexiest woman I've ever known looked into me with her big blue eyes and licked her lips. She glanced over at Summer and winked.

I melted.

Vivia does this to me.

Every. Fucking. Time.

~~

Josie's Notes

Next chapter, the women go recruiting to find some sluts to join the team. And where better than Jenny's old haunt, the Eyes Only sex club?