A New Life...For Now Ch. 01

"I'm forty-seven years old! And it's been ages, over five years, since I've even had a proper date, let alone... well, you know. And now, now," my voice began to tremble, a little sniffle escaping as I fought back the tears, "now I have a doctor who's delivered a death sentence. A real, honest-to-goodness, gut-wrenching, utterly final death sentence."

"Oh, sweetie, are they absolutely sure it's inoperable? Have you, like, gotten a second opinion, my love?" Teri, bless her heart, was always my little ray of sunshine, the eternal optimist.

"Oh, honey, I've had more than a second opinion. I've had three, Teri, can you even imagine? The options are all precisely the same, those same awful, awful choices: more dreadful chemo that might, just might, stretch my life out by a year or two. But it would leave me just as utterly miserable as you saw me through all the chemo I've already endured. So, I'm simply going with the other option. No more treatments, and I get maybe eighteen months, twenty-four if I'm truly lucky, of good time before this beast takes over and I just... deteriorate. And honestly, that sounds so much better than spending whatever precious time I have left utterly miserable."

"Oh, Susan, I will be there for you, no matter what. You know that, sweetie. And yes, we are absolutely, positively going to figure out how to get you laid! Come on, lunch with me on Saturday. My treat, and then some much-needed retail therapy, okay?"

I could almost feel Teri's guilt about getting off the phone with me, even though 'quickly' wasn't really the word for our chat. We'd been on the phone for well over an hour, and I knew our Saturday lunch would stretch into a glorious, gossipy afternoon, just for us. Teri, bless her, wasn't quite ready for the raw truth she got from me that day.

We'd been absolutely inseparable since our Kent State days, more than two decades ago now. This was years after those infamous shootings, of course. We met freshman year, lived on the very same floor of the dorm, and just soaked up all the delicious freedom that college life so generously throws your way. That was especially true for our romantic escapades. We were each other's deepest confidantes about all our sexual adventures. We were both mostly straight back then, and honestly, still are, with a few... delightful exceptions. We both adored a bit of edgy sex, pushing our limits hard. Plain vanilla, as a steady diet, was just not for either of us, not really.

I went on to become a teacher, earning both my master's and doctorate while juggling a full-time job and raising my daughter mostly on my own. I climbed the ladder, past principal, all the way to a county administrator position in the school district. And of course, that little career ascent brought about a divorce and put a serious damper on my sex life as I tried to manage motherhood, school, and my demanding job.

But things, well, they changed so dramatically. I remember that day when the doctor just looked at me, almost kindly, and said, "Susan, it's inoperable, but there are treatment options to prolong your life available." And 'treatment options' meant more chemo, didn't it? What it really amounted to was living four or five more years in sheer misery. I had already decided that wasn't for me, not at all. Instead of enduring more chemo and the utter horror that comes with it, I chose the eighteen months to two years of feeling pretty good, before a year of just... fading away.

The problem was, at forty-seven years old, living with cancer -- even if it was progressing without many symptoms -- had turned me into a total pariah in the dating world. And now here I was, pouring my heart out, sobbing to my very best friend.

"Get some sleep, sweetie. I am going to be there for you every single minute. Lunch Saturday, and then some retail therapy. You are beautiful, smart, and sexy. We just need to find you the right man."

"Oh, thank you, Teri. Truly. But I don't know if there's one out there for me. And to be brutally honest with you, I'd like to have a lot more than one going forward. I want to literally fuck my way into the grave. I want to do all those wild things we used to do, and so much more."

"Oh, we were both always pretty wild that way, weren't we?"

"I still am. It's just that all of it is trapped as fantasies in my head. I need to get those fantasies down from my head and into my vajayjay, you know?"

"Whatever you want, and whatever you need, Sweetie, I will get you there. Sweet dreams. Saturday, we officially start working on the new Susan."

Teri, bless her, took a completely different path after college. After graduating, she landed a job in operations at a big Wall Street firm. She met Bruce. And honestly, she was never really in love with Bruce. But oh, she was in love with that amazing, huge bulge in his pants. It was thick, and it was long. She'd never had one that big before. Few women ever have. Evidently, there were quite a few other women who felt the same way, because eventually, she caught him cheating. She found out he was cheating a lot, with a lot of women.

She made up her mind the moment she confirmed it. The marriage was over. As much as she adored that huge monster between his legs, he seldom lasted long enough for her to get off, she'd confided in me. She usually had to finish herself off in the bathroom afterward.

It was then that she met Steve. She was out at a bar, totally hell-bent on getting revenge on Bruce. She was just going to pick someone up, a quick revenge fuck. And there he was, this guy, a little shorter than her, who bought her a drink and was absolutely charming. She went home with him, just figuring it would be one quick fling. And that's when she met the man with the magic tongue. She told me she must have had fifty orgasms that night. In less than a month, she'd moved in with Steve, and they were married ten months later, right after her divorce was final. And that tongue is still magical, she tells me, over twenty years and two children later.

Teri quickly became Steve's personal sex toy. He had the most incredible imagination, and whatever he dreamt up, she just did, without question. He was quite adventurous and absolutely adored the thrill of getting caught in public places.

Teri and I talked all the time. There weren't many days that went by without at least a phone call or a text. We would tell each other about our sexual adventures. Though lately, I'd mostly been moaning about my utterly nonexistent sex life.

But now, I was looking for something more. I wasn't looking for a cure or some experimental program.

I was looking for a life. I was looking to live out my remaining days, making up for all those lost years by making every single one of my wildest sexual fantasies come true, and then some. But deep down, I'm a submissive woman who can only truly enjoy sex if she's being told exactly what to do. And I would do absolutely anything, with very few limitations. It was so incredibly satisfying when someone made me do the most wonderfully disgusting things anyone could imagine. Now, I wanted to find someone to make me do just that for the next two years. I wanted to fulfill my sexual bucket list, my 'fuck it' list, if you will. But there wasn't a man in my life, and that's where I desperately needed help.

Teri started to explain all this to Steve. And he and Teri knew someone who would be absolutely perfect for this, but they just didn't know whether to go for it or not. They were so conflicted. Because that person was Teri's boss, Justin Goldberg.

Justin was the branch manager for her office. It was a wealth management office working with clients with a minimum of 5 million dollars invested. Most of their clients had 8 or 9 digits invested and were among the wealthiest in the area. When he came on board, Teri was moved into the position of being his administrative assistant, which, let's be real, is just a classy word for secretary. She hadn't even known they had fired her previous boss the night before, or that they'd already brought Justin in from an office seventy-five miles away.

As I mentioned, Teri is quite submissive to Steve. If he tells her to do something, she has all the confidence in the world that she will be fine. And often he tells her to go to work wearing something that might accidentally reveal a little too much. She is quite the exhibitionist.

On Justin's first day at work, he asked Teri to clean out the bottom drawers of the file cabinet in his office. Steve had his wife wearing a very short dress with absolutely nothing underneath that day. Teri told Justin that she probably couldn't do that and when he asked why she told him quite honestly. He was remarkably calm about it and simply said well tomorrow. Make sure your husband has you wear something appropriate for you to clean out those files because you will be cleaning them out tomorrow.

When Teri told Steve this he had her wear an even shorter skirt and top with no panties the next day. She went to work cleaning out the files clearly showing everything underneath her skirt to Justin. He asked why she was wearing that and she told him that her husband told her to wear it after she told him what had happened the day before.

It wasn't long before Justin, Steve and Teri became close friends. Steve and Justin go to ball games together. Justin's former girlfriend, Eileen, and Teri would laugh about the things that Steve would make her do to show her body off to Justin and it didn't seem to bother Eileen. As she and Justin had exactly the same type of arrangement.

But Eileen's sister and brother-in-law were killed in a car crash and she had to move to New Jersey to take care of her niece and nephew. Justin wasn't in a position to go with her. They tried to make it work long distance but everybody knows that doesn't work in the long run and after a few months things just kind of fell apart.

Teri knew that Justin would be the ideal person for me. He is that dominant personality, very sensual and creative, who will force me to do all the things that I really want to do. He can make every one of the fantasies that I want to have come true become realities. But he is also Teri's boss and a friend. And Teri was a little unsure. If things went awry with them, would it affect her career or her job or her relationship with Justin she wondered.

Teri decided to talk to Steve about it and ask his opinion. His response was what I would have expected from him, "What could really go wrong? They are both adults. You introduce them and let it take whatever course it takes. Justin is a big boy and Susan is an adult too."

And with that she felt a wave of release and relief. And she remembered why she married him or at least the other reason why she married him. He is kind and logical and that anchor that I need. So she simply unzipped his zipper and took his cock out and gave him the best blow job she had ever given. And just as Teri could feel him getting close to coming, she stuck a finger deep into her now absolutely drenched pussy, nice and wet before putting it inside his butt and massaging his prostate as his cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat.

The next day Teri met me for lunch at Seasons 52. We started out drinking a bottle of wine before even ordering food. We had some more wine with the meal so both were well lubricated before getting into a serious discussion.

"Teri, do you remember what we were like in college back at Kent?"

"Oh God, don't remind me. We were the sluttiest two girls on campus I think."

"No, we weren't even close. But we tried," I started to say, "Did you ever fuck a whole fraternity in one night? Pull a train?"

"I think that's all urban legend stuff. Nobody actually fucked a whole fraternity."

"Cindy McHugh did. So did Jessica Wendling and Kim Levinson."

"No. You're kidding!"

"Absolute truth, swear to God. And you know what? I was always jealous of them. I want that kind of gangbang. I have the most filthy, disgusting thoughts in my mind and I want them all to come true. But I need somebody to make me do it. I need that weird man in my life who wants to have someone who is at his beck and call to do anything he wants anytime but also is going to make me do all those other things to him and other people. I need somebody to make me do all those things that I secretly want to do."

"Well, at our age I don't think pulling a train with a fraternity is in the cards for us." She tried to lighten this a little.

"Maybe not. But I still want that gangbang and so much more. I want that guy who is going to not just push my limits but push me so far beyond my limits that when I die I will have had a lifetime of orgasms in a 2-year period of time."

"That sounds almost morbid."

"No, it's freeing. It's exhilarating. Think about it. I'm going to die. What can happen to me that's worse than that? Am I going to get some STD? So what, I'll die of something else first. If I'm going to leave this life in just a few years, I want to have experienced all kinds of feelings."

"So what do you want this man to do? Assuming that we can find you one."

"I want to tell him every fantasy I've ever had that I want to have come true and have them make them come true. And then add things to it. Be creative. Keep me on edge. And keep me satisfied and know that I will do absolutely anything for him that he wants me to do anytime and any place. And that I have absolutely no inhibitions at all anymore. I would think any man would want that in his life but I can't seem to find one."

"If you're really serious, I might know somebody. But I'd have to know that you're really dead serious about this and then I'd have to talk to him."

"I believe dead serious is the exact right term. Because I'm going to be dead and I am serious. Teri, you have been my best friend nearly my whole life and you have been there through everything. From that day we met at Kent, we have been there for each other. This isn't BS. This is me telling you that I want to fuck my way out of this life in every dirty, filthy, disgusting way imaginable. I just need someone to make all of the weird things that I want happen. He will make sure it happens safely enough so that I'm around to experience the next one. And he will always, always be satisfied by me."

"I only have one guy in mind so let me talk to him."

"So who is this mystery man?"

"Let me talk to him first. I don't know if he'll go along with it but he might."

"Well, tell me something about him. What's he like? What's he look like? How do you know him? Tell me something? Anything?"

"Susan, I can't right now."

"C'mon. Why can't you tell me anything about this guy? Does he really exist or are you just trying to make me think there's some hope?"

"All right, this stays between us. It's my boss."

"What?"

"My boss. I think he may be just what you're looking for. And he is good looking. He's smart, creative, and very sexual. When you're someone's secretary, you get to learn a lot about them and I did get to know his old girlfriend. This may be right up his alley."

"When do I get to meet him?"

"Let me talk to him first. Feel him out on this."

"You know what I've always wanted?"

"Is there anything that any man can do to you that you haven't always wanted?" Teri laughed and so did I.

"Okay, this is what I was thinking about the last few times I took out my toys. And it really got me off. I want someone to come into my house in the middle of the night and just fuck me and leave. He can fuck anything he wants and just leave. Non-consensual with a total stranger."

"That's pretty out there. Sounds like you back in college days. It's nice to have that Susan back in my life."

We got another bottle of wine and toasted her new attitude and life.

I went home and talked to Steve about our lunch and he said he was sure that Justin would be the ideal person for me. He convinced me and on Monday I went into Justin's office and closed the door behind me.

"We have to have a very serious confidential discussion about something and it's nothing bad, Justin."

"Okay, Teri, everything between the two of us is confidential. You know that. I would never betray your confidence and I know you would never betray mine. So just out with it. What is it we need to talk about?"

I began, "You see I have this friend..." and I laid the whole proposition out to Justin. Her health issues. Her relationship to me. Everything I knew about her and what she wanted and everything I had told her. Everything on the table.

When I was done Justin just said to me, "Tell her to start leaving the slider door to her bedroom unlocked at night and her fantasy may come true."

"Really? You're in?"

"Teri, you could not ask anything of me that I would not do for you. But this is just what I need as well. It's been a while since Eileen left. It's time for me to have some fun."

"Oh wow. Wait a minute. If I tell her you're going to do this then it won't be a surprise. If you go into her room at night. Come to think of it. Leaving her door unlocked just isn't very safe for a woman who lives alone. But I have an idea. She gave me a spare key to her house when she was first diagnosed. She usually doesn't go to bed till around midnight or 1:00 though. But you could go in then, and I have an alarm code in my purse too."

"Okay. Don't say a word to her. Give me the key and the alarm code. Come to think of it. Give me one of your business cards, Teri."

"Why do you need one of my business cards?"

"I'm going to leave it there on her nightstand. Probably right next to or on top of her phone. So that if she gets the urge to call the police she'll know that it was you who set it up."

"That's brilliant. Just let me know when you're going to do this."

"Why tonight of course."

"Really? Tonight?"

"Yes. I think this is going to be great fun."

"I'm sure the two of you will have fun. Lots of fun."

"Oh you're in this too. We're going to do this right."

"How am I going to do this and what do you mean by doing it right?"

"Here's my idea. I'm going to go do this tonight. You aren't going to say a word but I will leave your business card so that when she sees it, she knows that this was your setup. But tomorrow morning you were going to give her a call but you're going to be very formal. Last names only. That includes your last name. It's Mr. Or Mrs. Or Ms. or whatever and that's all we're going to do because this is going to be a very business-like thing."

"Yeah. I'm not understanding."

"Hear me out. You're going to call her and say that Mr. Goldberg wants to interview you this week for the position of personal slut. You will identify yourself as Mrs. Brancatto. You will refer to me only as Mr. Goldberg. And your friend by whatever her last name is."

"Miss Hunter"

"When she comes in to interview I want you in the room. And I'm going to ask her some very pointed questions. I kind of wish Steve was here too. That would be fun."

Anyway, I want you to advise her in this phone call exactly how she is to dress. Professional dress. Dress or a skirt and top. Hosiery with garter belt. Sexy underwear. I want to see the ass crack through the lace. The dress should be no longer than a few inches above the top of her knee.

At the interview I'm going to tell her that she has to tell you every one of the fantasies she has so that you can record them and you will make the appointments for her to be wherever she is to be. You will tell her how to dress but you will not tell her what is about to happen.

And during this entire relationship, everybody will refer to each other by their surnames. I don't want to hear her saying Justin when she cums. I want to hear her screaming "Mr. Goldberg."

"Wow!" Teri was stunned. That's all she could say. She was just so completely stunned and was also very wet and wishing Steve was there to take care of it. This was the hottest thing I had ever heard of.

That night Justin went to her house about 2:30 in the morning. Susan was sound asleep in bed, completely naked. Her breasts were 38Ds that fell to the side under her arms with her asleep on her back. Her hair was long and black with strands of silver. Below her rounded belly made her look exactly like women in a Rubens painting. Not fat, but plump and very sexy. Below there was not even stubble where once was a bush that looked like an Afro hair do. The lips were plump with a glisten of moisture. That suggested a little self sex play not long ago. Her legs were spread somewhat bent apart allowing an unobstructed view.

Justin tied a blindfold around Susan's eyes, waking her up without letting her have a glimpse of him. He was completely naked. He stood over her head and asked if she was going to scream and needed something shoved in her mouth just as he put his cock in there. She muttered a muffled no, shaking her head while she sucked his cock with a hunger. And when it was good and hard he just threw her legs over his shoulders and plowed his cock right into her already wet pussy.

When he was done he told her to just stay there as he got dressed and then told her to count backwards from 100 and then take off the blindfold as he left and locked the door and rearmed the alarm.

When Susan took off the blindfold she looked over at the card that was left for her. And her smile got even bigger than it already was. She put her fingers inside her and then took a good lick of the combined juices before going into the bathroom to pee and clean up. She laid back down thinking of how wonderful the remaining years could be and it wasn't long before she was fast asleep.

9:30 the next morning on the dot, Susan's phone rang. "Miss Hunter? This is Mrs. Brancato. I'm Mr. Goldberg's administrative assistant. He asked me to arrange an interview with you for the position of personal slut and sex toy. Do you have some availability later this week?"

Susan was stunned. "Teri, is that you?"

"Yes. This is Mrs Brancato. Would Thursday morning at 10 work for you or is 2:00 better, Miss Hunter?"

"10:00 in the morning is... is just fine." Now there was a touch of hesitation in her voice.

"We do have a strict dress code here. Dresses and skirts only for women. We try to keep them at the top of the knee or shorter. We look forward to seeing you at 10:00. Do you know where our offices are located?"

"I think I can find my way there."

"Then we will see you at 10:00 on Thursday."

Susan was slightly confused by the entire conversation. And then it dawned on her slowly. If he was going to be telling her what to do then he had to actually be her boss. She felt secure knowing Teri was going to be involved in some way. Though how she would be involved was not completely clear yet. But she knew she'd be safe as long as her friend was involved. And suddenly this was getting even hotter for her. It was time to go shopping. Slutty professional was the look she needed to achieve in the next 2 days.

Her first thought was to call Teri and ask her to go shopping together. After all, she knew more about Justin than anyone she knew. She picked up her phone and started to call her friend's cell. But she hung up before it connected. She had a different thought. Teri was playing her role as Justin's assistant, not her role as BFF. She called a different number.

"Hi Susie Q. What's up?" The voice answered recognizing the caller ID.

"Steve, I hate to impose on you but I really need your help. Do you know about the situation with me and Justin?"

"Situation?"

"Teri hasn't talked to you about it at all?"

"Teri and I tell each other everything, but I haven't gotten an update since she left for work. How was last night?"

"So you know."

"Yes, and I think it's great. Justin is a terrific person and quite uninhibited and open minded."

"That's why I need your help. You know him. I need to go shopping for an outfit to wear when I more formally meet him. That sounds strange. I'm going to formally meet the man who was inside me last night."

"More formally meet?"

"I'll explain when I see you, Steve. Can you please see if Teri can watch the kids after work? I need you to help me find an outfit to formally meet Justin. Teri can explain to you why she can't really be the one to help. But please, please, please. Can you help me?"

"I know some of what's going on there but I don't know all of it. I'll call Teri and make sure she can watch the girls. You can explain to me when we meet. How about that little sushi place by the mall around 5:30?"

"Thank you, Steve. That's perfect. Let me know if it's okay with Teri."

"I texted her. We're good. I'll see you at 5:30."

"Oh God, that's wonderful! Thank you. See you then."

Susan began organizing what she needed to do. She knew she needed to do some online shopping and it had to have next day delivery. A new garter belt was at the top of the list. Not one of those frilly things but something sturdy yet pretty. She knew she needed to go with something that she was certain would work. A Rago white lace six strap garter belt that would be perfect and would arrive tomorrow. She knows the brand and knows it will actually keep stockings up. Looking at the top of my stockings and the white strap of the garter belt will catch his eye. Particularly if wearing a short skirt.

She ordered six pairs of 10 denier stockings with a Cuban heel. Two pairs each of gray, copper and suntan. Not knowing what color skirt she'd be wearing but knowing she'd be wearing FMPs, she needed to have a few different colors just to be sure it looked perfect. And of course, those seams going all the way up her legs would move his eyes up towards her firm, round, plump derriere.

She made an emergency appointment for tomorrow with the hairdresser and for a mani-pedi. She snickered to herself as she thought, "I'm not going to blow this opportunity. No matter how many times she had to blow him for the opportunity." She chuckled to herself.

After showering carefully and putting on makeup she realized how important getting everything perfect for this was going to be. After all, she had a whole, long bucket list that was really a fuck it list. And if she was going to have to exit this life earlier than most she was going to do it on her terms; enjoying every fantasy she has ever had.

Susan put on a pair of thigh highs that were seamed in the back. Suntan in color. Even though they were hold-ups, she put on an old garter belt just so she could have the look without worrying about whether or not the garters would hold. The new garter belt would do fine with the new stockings. A white lace thong that was completely see-through in front and left nothing to the imagination in the back was combined with an equally sheer bra that did a remarkable job of holding up those 38Ds. And over it all she put on a knee length Calvin Klein sheath dress. A pair of FMPs went into her bag as she put on a pair of lower heels that would be comfortable for walking.

She took off the dress and looked at herself in the mirror wearing nothing but the bra and panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes. She looked in the mirror and immediately started picking out all of the problem areas of her body. Her confidence drained. "He's not going to want me," she thought, nearly saying it out loud.

After taking a selfie of herself in the mirror without the dress and just the undergarments, texted it to Teri with a note: "he isn't going to want this."

It took about 15 minutes for Teri to text Susan back, "call my cell in 10 mins." The 10 minutes as Susan watched her clock on her phone tick off second by second felt more like 10 hours to Susan.

When Teri picked up the phone she started talking immediately without any pleasantries. "Susan, you are beautiful in those pics. Plus Justin saw you last night without the pretty lingerie and he wants you. Don't be mad at me but I showed him the picture you texted me and his only response was, 'Do I have to wait 'til Thursday or can I see her now.' So put on your big girl panties. Steve's going to help you out tonight and I will always be here for you. But Mrs. Broncato will always be here for her boss. Steve will make sure you are wearing the sexiest thing any woman has ever worn to a professional job interview. He will make sure that you look like a confident lady who is so sexy every man who sees you is going to want to fuck you."

"Did you really show him that picture? Did he really say that?"

"The little extra bulge in his pants told me he wasn't lying about it either. Have a good time with Steve tonight and don't be afraid to let him see you in any stage of dress or undress. I trust both of you. But he knows exactly what Justin likes. So let him do his thing and maybe I'll get lucky tonight."

"Teri, I don't deserve the friend you've been with for all these years. You are the best friend anybody could ever have. Love you."

"We've been through all kinds of things together. And we are going to be together forever. You've always been there for me and I intend to always be there for you. And by the way, Steve feels the same way so if he can do anything for you he will be there. Now go have some sushi with Steve while I have meatloaf at home. And have fun tonight. Find something sexy. Get something that's just for you too. I know you're like me, you love putting on sexy lingerie. Indulge yourself."

Susan felt a lot better after that phone call and she started looking in the mirror at herself. Very differently. For a woman in the second half of her forties she really did look pretty good. Yeah, there was a little extra bulge here and there, some cellulite, a few wrinkles. But she did look damn sexy and her butt looked great, If just not quite as taut as it once was.

She got to the restaurant a half an hour early more out of anxiety than punctuality. She ordered some sake. She needed something to steady her nerves. Steve came in and they sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries and looked at the menu and ordered some nigiri, some sashimi and a specialty futomaki sushi roll to share.

Steve started talking to her as soon as the waiter left. "So let me tell you about Justin because that's what you really want to know. He is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. He is very direct and not always tactful but he will always make you happy and he will always try to do what he thinks is best for you. From what Terry told me you couldn't ask for a more ideal partner in crime. Justin is discreet, extremely sexual, not vanilla, and does not have a jealous bone in his body. But he also has his own tastes."

The waiter brought them a little amuse bouche and when he left Justin continued "He's definitely a dominant personality and that extends to the bedroom. From what I understand, he and Teri are concocting something. I don't know what it is. But you will be safe and you will be satisfied. This much. I know. You were going to be communicating all of your fantasies and desires to my wife. She will in turn communicate them to Justin who will then arrange things sometimes with Teri's help. How the two of them do it. I don't know."

"I just need to get past this interview thing," Susan wanted to redirect the conversation to what she needed help with right now. "I need to know what he wants a woman to wear down to my panties. I want to know what kind of makeup he likes. I want to know whether he likes stockings or bare legs. What fetishes does he have?"

"Did he really fuck you while you were sleeping last night?"

"Actually when he put that blindfold on me, it woke me up. He acted it out as if he was just a rapist who stumbled into my house somehow. And honestly it was damn good. And when I saw Teri's card sitting on my nightstand afterward, I was sure of what it was. What I could tell is that I need to look very professional and yet very slutty and sexy at the same time. So tell me how to pull that off."

"First of all, your makeup should be just the slightest bit overstated, but I do know he likes very red, like 1940s red, lipstick. With your dark hair and light complexion bright red lips will really shine. Make sure you do your eye makeup perfectly and let your cheekbones which are fantastic shine through. What we really want to look for is a business suit that has a very short skirt. But not too conservative of a business suit. Something with color, not black or gray or navy, even with a very short skirt and jacket and a sheer blouse. And like most guys he is very interested in what's underneath that."

"What about shoes and stockings and underwear? What does he want? What is he like? What is his fantasy woman?"

"I thought this was about your fantasies. Wasn't it?"

"Steve, I want this so bad. Tell me how to make him want me as much as I want him."

"Okay. Let's start with your underwear. He has two rules. No beige and no black. If you have to be neutral, go with white. Otherwise go with color. Your skirt should be an a-line or straight skirt. Hem above the knee by a few inches, But the skirt rides up all the way to your ass when you sit down. That's the kind of skirt we're looking for. Matching jacket. Maybe something in a blue, or red, or even a green. But your underwear has to be a contrasting color to the skirt you're wearing so that he's sure he can see it. He will have you giving people peaks under your skirt. And it has to be very sheer, very lacy and definitely a full back panty. He dislikes thongs for some reason. Same with the bra. And they don't have to match but it's nice if they do. But it should be sheer see-through and lace and hold the girls in their best position."

"He must be the only man on Earth who doesn't like a thong."

"I am sure there are at least two of us," Steve said with an impish grin.

"Justin likes see-through lace. Think of very sexy granny panties. High cut and high waist. And definitely into garter belts and stockings. You will be investing in some garter belts and a lot of stockings as this progresses."

"Seamed stockings?"

"The best kind."

"Do you have any idea what this interview is going to be like?"

"No, but I can guess. Exude confidence. Answer all of his questions directly and they will be very sexual and graphic. Don't get rattled. Be obedient. He wants a submissive woman and his expectation is that's what you are. And honestly both Teri and I know that you are. A lot of 'yes sirs.' No matter what he asks you to do and he's probably going to ask you to get undressed, you say yes sir and do it immediately. Teri will be there so you can feel safe."

"Is he going to ask me to do anything sexual in front of Teri?"

"If he does, will you do it?"

"Of course. Actually that would be pretty hot. It's been awhile since you watched me with someone."

Steve and I fought over the check with Steve winning the battle and then went over to Bloomingdales at the mall. And there I found the most beautiful peacock blue suit.

The skirt ended at mid thigh. Short enough that it didn't need a kick pleat or vent. It was only 16 inches long and sat at my natural waist. Barely covering the welt in the stockings when I was standing straight and when seated I could feel the skirt ride way up leaving nothing to the imagination. It cupped my butt showing it off to its greatest advantage. The jacket was only waist long and buttoned all the way to the collar. I was looking at this white blouse that had some lace detail, but Steve convinced me to get this very sheer red blouse that was simpler other than the fact that you could clearly see every detail of my bra underneath it. If I just buttoned the top button and left all of the other buttons undone it would completely hide my boobs under the jacket and then I would only have one button to undo to show them off. This suit was perfect.

I texted Teri a picture of her in the suit to get her opinion. The text back took her partially by surprise but only partially.

"That looks perfect on you." The text started, "now go find a pair of shoes to go with it. And take off your panties before you try them on and make sure the salesman sees all the way up."

I often went shoe shopping with Teri and we would take turns letting the salesman see up our skirts, often while going commando. I stood there next to Steve smiling as I read the text and then reached under my skirt and removed the panties and put them in my purse. And then I took off the suit and blouse and put the dress back on. All of this right in front of Steve and it was not the first time he had seen her in this kind of state of undress.

Off to the shoe department where I found the most incredible pair of red heels that match the color of the blouse exactly with four-inch heels. I gave the poor young salesman quite a show by making him pull out one in every color and a few other pairs. I was spreading my legs far enough apart that he could see every detail of her womanhood. Never satisfied until I was sure there was a bulge in his pants.

Then it was off to the lingerie department where I found a beautiful sheer lace bra that left nothing to the imagination while it was on and left just as little when it was under that red blouse. A pair of hanky panky signature lace retro v kini in similar white lace clearly showed everything that was underneath. I was all set. Also very turned on.

My phone buzzed and looking down I saw a text from Teri. 'This is Mrs. Brancato. No masturbation of any kind until you are instructed to do so.'

That just made me hotter. I had to take two gummies just to be able to go to sleep that night. Wednesday was a whirlwind of hairdressers, trying on stockings, a mani-pedi and drinks and dinner out with a girlfriend who knew nothing about what I was up to. And it was all I could do to keep from blurting it out.

Thursday morning at 6:00 the alarm went off in my bedroom. 2 cups of coffee later and I laid out the clothes on the bed that I was going to wear. By 9:00 a. m. I was ready for my interview. Beautiful in that peacock blue suit with the red blouse and I had meticulously made sure that the seams of her suntan stockings were so straight. She was prepared to do anything to get this position. No matter what he asked her to do she would do. Any question he asked she would answer truthfully.

I arrived at the office 15 minutes before her interview and had stopped for a cup of coffee along the way. I was ready and wired up. And though the appointment was at 10 they didn't get her into the office to meet Justin until 10:20. 35 minutes stuck in the outer office. But I kept my cool. It was one of my better qualities.

When I was finally ushered into the office; I sat down in a chair across from Justin with Teri on the side. My skirt covered nearly nothing as I slowly crossed my legs exposing the thin lace covering my coochie and a garter strap all the way to my butt.

Justin began. "Do you understand that this position requires you to give total control of your body in every sense of the word to me? And can you tell me in detail what that means to you?"

The directness of the question amazed Susan. No preliminaries. No Foreplay.

"It is yours to command. Simple as that. If you tell me to fuck you or suck you or do anything to you or allow you to do anything to me I have no say in it. If you want me to fuck your clients in order to keep them as clients or suck their cocks or let them fuck my ass. I'll do anything you say when it comes to sex. Whatever you say that is what is going to happen. If you want to fuck another woman and make me eat the cum out of her pussy, I will do it right in front of you. I'd actually like that the more I think about it. All I ask is that no matter what I am doing, sexually that you are in the room at least observing it if not participating in it. And by the way, I would prefer you to participate in it."

I spilled my guts. I just wanted somebody to make me do everything and anything somebody could do with their bodies. That brings pleasure. I wanted someone to really push my limits.

"Miss Hunter please unbutton your jacket." She expected to do this in her own time but she dutifully unbuttoned it immediately and spread it apart. Both Justin and Teri could clearly see the lace bra under the sheer red blouse and the clear outline of her dark areolas and erect nipples pushing against the lace.

"Miss Hunter, is there a fantasy that has haunted you for a long time that you want to have fulfilled and what would that be?" Justin asked the question not in the tone of a lover but in the tone of an employer during an interview. Cold and matter of factly.

"When I was at Kent State I had some girlfriends who pulled a train with some fraternities. It was two different fraternities and three different occasions. I remember one girl bragging that she had fucked 28 guys in one night. I wished I'd had the guts to do exactly that back then and I think of it frequently."

"Do you masturbate when you think of it? Have you fantasized about it while having sex with somebody?"

"Yes to both of those questions. If the thought enters my mind as soon as I am in a private place. My hand goes between my legs. If I'm at home it's usually battery operated toys being inserted or put on my clit."

"What's the most men you've had sex with at the same time?"

"I've really never had more than two. I've had several threesomes. Usually it involves spit roasting me, although I would love to have some serious DP. The idea of a cock cumming in my ass and one in my vagina is another great fantasy."

"What's the most men you would like to have in one session?"

"I've never really thought about that. But I would like to get up to that 28 number one day. I'd have to start with a little lower number. Maybe five or six and work my way up."

"We have a lot of wealthy clients here. And there's a lot of competition with various perks that we can give them such as tickets to a big game or concert. Would you be willing to be one of those perks that we give these wealthy clients. We would let them use your body for an evening or a few hours anyway."

"I would love that. As long as you make sure that I'm safe I will do anything you tell me to do. I can be your company slut."

Teri suddenly piped up and asked me, "Do you like it when men make you feel degraded, like a slut or a whore?"

"Mrs. Brancato, when men call me the most vile names you can imagine it is a great turn on. I have fantasized about being a whore, a real prostitute who gets fucked for a living and treated as one."

"Spit or swallow?" Jason was asking.

"I do exactly as I am told. I love semen, cum, jizz, whatever you choose to call it. Sometimes I like to swirl it around in my mouth before I swallow it and sometimes it just shoots down my throat. If I'm instructed to keep it in my mouth or to spit it out. I do so. I love the feeling of it dripping out of my vagina and out of my ass. If I am instructed to wear somebody's cum or many people's cum. I will do so gladly."

"People here will come to know you and will come to realize the relationship between Mr. Goldberg and yourself. Do you have any qualms about people realizing that you are nothing but his whore?"

That statement made me stop in my tracks for a moment and think. And then I spouted out exactly what my truth was. "I want to be regarded as 'your whore'. I want to be your fuck toy. I will be proud and hold my head high with everybody knowing just that. With everybody knowing just that. I want to be that woman who just does as she's told with whomever and to whomever. If you had me fuck every employee male and female every week in this office I would have no problem with that. And it would be better if everybody watched. Imagine the office gangbang. At the stage of life I'm at, I don't care what people think."

For the first time ever, Terry was completely shocked by what Susan had to say.

"Really, Miss Hunter?" Justin chimed in.

"I will say this. When the doctor gives you a death sentence, what matters in life changes dramatically. The greatest joy I have ever gotten in life has been sex. The wilder and more inappropriate the better. And I'm always thinking of different ways."

"Always? What are you thinking right now, Miss Hunter?"

"I've been thinking how much the idea of being your personal slut turns me on. I'm looking around your office thinking of all the places here that you could make me do whatever it is you want me to do. I was thinking of you making me come in here and you have a client and the two of you take me simultaneously. How glorious the feeling would be to feel two cocks in me at once. I have great orgasms from anal. Just need lots of lube and you or anyone you choose can have my ass."

"What limitations do you have?"

"No children, adults only. No animals, no excrement, nothing that can cause injury or severe pain, though I do like spankings and floggers, riding crops, that sort of thing. No permanent marks or scars. Not involving my kids in any way. They are adults now but they do not need to know about this just yet. They'll probably find out at some point. And I just asked that you respect the fact that you may go beyond what I can do. I'm not sure I can take on 28 people but I will try. I'm not sure I'd even try for 30. But that number 28 has stuck in my mind for a long time."

I slowly uncrossed and recrossed my legs making sure both Teri and Justin got a good look at the thin lace that was more of a veil than a covering.

"How do you feel about me seeing other women at the same time? We are engaged in this... enterprise?" Justin searched for the word as he asked.

"I do as you tell me to do. Ideally I would want to be there and assist. I want to be told to get your dick hard for her and get her vajayjay or ass ready for you. If you really want to be nice to me, you'll have me lick all of your cum out of her afterward. I truly want to be your complete slut in every way. I only have sex when you are there and instruct me. It can be with you alone. It can be with as many people as you want present. And I will have sex with anybody that you instruct me to have sex with. I just want you there with rare exception."

"Do you share your online calendar with anyone, Miss Hunter?" Mrs. Brancato asked in that persona.

"No, I do not."

"You do now. You will share your calendar with both of us. We will schedule things in and they will be graphic. You will email me every fantasy as they come into your head. I will file them away and provide them as I see fit to Mr. Goldberg. I will call you, text you, or email you with instructions whenever you are to engage with us. And you will do exactly as you are instructed. Is that clear?"

"It's not only clear, it's making me very wet."

Mrs. Brancato continued. "Mr. Goldberg and I will take you shopping as necessary so that you will have the wardrobe and other accoutrements that he requires at all times."

"You will be forced to expose yourself, discreetly of course and never involving anyone who would be offended or any minors. You will be instructed on what to wear each day in a text or email by one of us. You will always look like a lady to everybody. You will reveal the slut underneath frequently."

Susan nodded, "Of course, sir. I will obey without hesitation."

"Mrs. Brancato, I have not yet dipped into Miss Hunter's derriere. I believe we need to do that before we conclude today."

Turning to me, Mr. Goldberg added, "Remove your panties and hand them to me. Then bend over my desk. I want to inspect your ass and your cunt. And remember from this moment forward you do not have a vagina. You do not have a pussy. You do not have a pink taco. You have a cunt. And by the way only you will have yours referred to as that. I view it as a term of endearment for your womanhood. It is not you who are a cunt but rather that part of your anatomy."

As I removed my panties, I calmly said, "I'm afraid they are rather moist. I am happy that you have singled out my cunt as the only cunt. I feel honored and from this day forward no matter to whom I am speaking, I shall refer to it as such. My mouth, cunt and ass are yours to command and to use as you see fit by you or those you choose, as is the rest of my body. I will gladly show my cunt or ass or tits to any adult you ask me to. And I will gladly allow them to use my body as you permit them, as you instruct."

I walked over to the desk, panties in her hand, feeling hornier than she ever felt in her life. The last bit of trepidation left her. I stood before him and lifted my skirt revealing a very wet cunt that was already fully engorged. His fingers went in easily and with me standing there he managed to find my g-spot. With his thumb on my clit he took me right to the edge of orgasm but didn't let me get there.

Instead he bent me over the desk and took out a bottle of lube along with a lube squirter that was nothing more than a tube with a plunger. He filled it with lube and spread plenty of it on the outside of the tube as well and slowly inserted it deep into my ass before pushing the plunger sending lube about a half a foot deep into my butt. He repeated this several times until his two fingers could easily go in and out and I began to moan.

"That feels so good, Mr. Goldberg. I want my ass fucked by you. I love having my ass fucked. May I suck your cock so it's nice and hard and ready for my ass?"

With that, he withdrew his finger and spun me around, motioning me to get on the floor and take his cock in my mouth, which I did with enthusiasm. And as soon as it was nice and hard like a teenager he turned me around, bent me over the desk, shoved one more tube of lube deep in me and then slowly worked his cock all the way in and began slowly moving in and out.

"That feels so good. Yes. You can go a little faster. That's it. Like that. Oh yeah. Fuck my ass! A little faster. Oh yeah, that's it. Oh yeah fuck. My ass feels so full." I was bent over the desk with my stockings and garter framing my ass perfectly. The skirt pulled up to her waist and her boobs hitting the desk with each stroke.

After a few minutes Teri came over next to her boss looking down at his cock going in and out of her. Best friend's ass and dripped a little bit of lube on it with each stroke for just a few seconds. Then she just stood there watching. It had been a long time since she had seen her friend getting fucked. And it was the first time she watched me get anally fucked up close.

"Mrs. Brancato, Can you get me the butt plug with the red light in the base?"

"That's a wonderful idea Mr. Goldberg." Teri replied.

Justin's pace picked up and everyone knew he was about to cum. "Fill my ass with your jizz. Fuck your whore. I want to feel you cum in my ass. Oh God yes, I'm cumming too. Don't stop. Just like that. Oh God yes, yes, yesss, yesssssss. Oh yesssssss."

Just after my orgasm subsided. Justin filled my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing in there. Teri stood by and as soon as Justin's Dick slipped out of Susan, she slid the butt plug in and gave it the twist that turned on the red flashing light on the base of the stainless steel plug.

"That should keep you from having any leaks ruining your pretty new skirt," Mrs. Brancato added with a smirk.

"Clean my dick with your mouth, Miss Hunter. Show us your cocksucking skills."

Without hesitation or comment I slid to the floor and took the cock that had been in my ass just a few minutes ago into my mouth and sucked it until it was hard again.

"Would you like me to continue or would you prefer to cum in my cunt or ass? Perhaps on my face or boobs."

"Your cunt will suffice. Make sure you squeeze your ass muscles to keep that butt plug in while I fuck your cunt."

I bent over the desk again, spreading my legs wide and Justin aimed to the slit just below the flashing red light. The butt plug made it tighter and I was soon feeling full in both places.

"Oh God, I'm ready to cum already. Just keep fucking me hard. Keep fucking me hard. Yes, that's it. Yes, fuck your slut. Show me you own this cunt."

Since Justin had just cum he was ready for a nice long fuck. He just kept pounding me as hard as he could. I reached down and started playing with my clit while he rammed me from behind in the tightest pussy he'd fucked in a long time. The butt plug in the ass provides added stimulus to both with each stroke.

"Oh God I'm cumming again. Oh yesssssss. God yesssssss. My cunt won't stop pulsing. I just keep going from one to, oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yesss. Fill my cunt. Cum in my cunt. I want you to own my cunt and ass. Cum in my cunt. Own this cunt. Oh God, oh God I'm... don't stop fuck me haaaaaaaarrrrrrrdddd. Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm cumming."

With a grunt and one deep hard stroke, Justin slammed into me hard and shot his second load deep into my cunt. As his dick slid out of me he told me to stay exactly in that position. And then he told Mrs. Brancato to make a video of the blinking light in my ass and the cum dripping out of her and down her thighs. She posted the 15-second video on Instagram.

"Mrs. Brancato will give you my cell phone number. I'm assuming you have access to her Insta."

"Yes, sir."

"She will be sharing that video with you. You are to text me once you have 10 people on there who not only like the video, but have you show it to them as well as proving to them it is still in you. And you will do it while still wearing those clothes. Prove to them that it's real, just lift up your skirt, bend over and let him see your ass for a few seconds. Then have them comment online 'I saw the light.'"

It was starting to get edgy. I had to find 10 people, strangers or otherwise and show my ass with no panties. Just a butt plug that is flashing a red light at them. And no doubt they'll be able to detect the cum drying on my thighs. My dream was coming true.

It took me over 2 hours to find people who looked like I could trust them to view the video and view it in real life. They were mostly women, I'm embarrassed to say. The only men were their husbands. The rush I got from showing off made me horny. I went home and took out a thick dildo and with a little lube I slid it in my cunt (I loved calling it that. So filthy. So taboo.) with that butt plug still in I came several times reliving in my head what had happened. Afterward, I took out the plug, poured a glass of wine, lit some candles and slid into a warm bath.

I heard my phone going off letting me know I had a new text. But for now it will wait. I was enjoying life and forgetting about death. I'll read the text in the next chapter.