Personal Relations

Amanda huffed, blowing out the locks of red hair hanging over her eyes as she slumped forward at her desk. With or without assistant manager privileges, it was as boring as ever in the Peller Bros. offices. Amanda was stuck listening to the idle buzz of phone calls, paperwork, computer fans, and the slow ticking of the clock. The massive, muscular redhead counted the hours - it was only fifteen minutes after 9 AM.

She groaned with frustration, sipping at her cold cup of coffee. Even though Amanda had only come in a couple of hours ago, it didn't matter - it was still ages until her two o'clock "Investor's Meeting." Going to bother Melissa, Lee, or whoever as a distraction between now and then wouldn't have been good enough to stop her from dreading it.

Her phone buzzed with a notification - a reminder from her higher-up.

[2 P. M. Sharon Wendell - Don't disappoint her.]

"Ugh. Fuck off, Helen."

Amanda rolled her eyes and swiped the notification away. Investor-manager meetings were exaggerated PR to make sure Peller Bros. would keep their branch open for another quarter. Technically, it wasn't even part of her job. Hell, the new guy probably could have done it. But at the end of the day someone had to - and today, that someone was Amanda.

She leaned back in her office chair, the metal creaking under her weight. Amanda was one of the larger employees around the office - both in muscle and in how much of her muffin-top showed when pulling on a pair of slacks. Sitting around all day with jack shit to do lead to having a bit more around the waist, though liberal use of the office gym helped keep her brawny and tough. But going upstairs to lift some weights took way too much energy.

What she wouldn't give to have someone bouncing on her lap instead, making the damn chair squeak and annoy the Hell out of everyone in the office. Idly the redhead ran her thumb across the bulge in her slacks - maybe a quickie in the bathrooms would help pass the time...

A pile of paperwork smacked against her desk, jolting her out of the daydream. She checked the clock - 9:20. Five tiresome, boring hours to go.

Two more notifications from her boss, a quick lunch, and uncountable cups of caffeine later, it was finally 1:50. Amanda stood by a window overlooking the parking lot, unconsciously smoothing out her tie against her ample chest. It paid to look as "professional" as possible for these things, at least for the twiggy, decrepit old folks she'd dealt with before. Grumbling to herself, Amanda figured this would be the same thing. Some thin, haggard, rich old biddy making sure her ten kids could still sell Peller Bros. stock for profit in the future.

A real pain in the ass, basically.

Motion caught her eye, and Amanda watched a glossy, white sedan pull into the parking lot, slowing down and driving circles around to find the best space. Lilith had already parked in the "Executive" space anyway, so it wasn't free this time.

"Better get this show over with," she whispered to herself, jogging over to the elevator and heading down to the first floor. She closed her tired eyes, steeling herself for the annoyance ahead, forced to nod along and agree to an old bat's complaints, reassuring her that yes, the company was making money, no, it wouldn't go under, and more. At the tell-tale ding of the elevator reaching the floor, she opened her eyes and strode out to the hall, coming face to face with a middle-aged woman that fit the definition of "Amazonian."

"Mrs. Wendell?"

The woman removed her sunglasses, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"Please, call me Sharon! Mrs. Wendell was my mother's name, ha!"

Amanda was stunned. Sharon was an absolute bombshell. Sure, Amanda was big, but this woman embodied the word "massive," all three of her dimensions fighting to break out of the almost inappropriately thin dress she wore. She couldn't help herself from gawping at Sharon's figure. It was less that the sleeved dress was too small, and more that Sharon was too big. Muscular, vein-lined and trunk-thick arms flanked gargantuan, gravid breasts that were so tightly squeezed into the outline of a bra that they formed a deep valley of cleavage bulging out of the dress's low neckline. Her hips were nearly wide enough to fill a door frame, complemented by equally thick, toned thighs that carried the wobbling, juicy expanse of her shoulder-wide bottom. It threatened to knock out any passers-by lucky enough to get caught in her swaying movements. As she walked, a bump between her legs shifted and jostled, a problem Amanda was intimately familiar with.

There was nowhere the assistant manager could look that was modest, aside from staring straight into Sharon's bright face and over-eager smile. Even the subtle crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to Sharon's venusian appeal, her hairstyle a carefully curated set of wings with her fringe swept to one side. Amanda's eyes twitched, mildly irked that no one had decided to inform her that their newest investor would be, well... this. She felt her face flush - god damn, Sharon was a piece of buxom, slutty art. She held out her hand, which Sharon took in a firm, tight grip, one that sent blood rocketing out of Amanda's brain and down to her loins.

"Well aren't you a hot thing! Good to see another woman with meat on her, and I don't just mean around the waist!" She drawled, the accent unplaceable aside from feeling somewhat mid-southwestern. Deep, doting, and the type of voice you could hear her smile on. "I'm Sharon - but I just said that! What's your name, my dear? Get all those nasty formalities out the way, mm?"

"Oh - sure, of course. Amanda Thatcher, Assistant Manager. I'll be your tour guide for the office today."

"Ah, lovely, Amanda! It's great to meet you, and I can't wait to see everything in-depth here!"

'What I'd give to get in-depth with those tits.' Amanda wondered, struggling to keep her eyes focused on Sharon's face when her tits jiggled and shook right in front of her. She let go of the woman's hand, almost reluctantly, and waved her to the elevator. Sharon shook her head and asked instead to see the stairs.

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind a little light jog. Old ladies like me have to stay fit, y'know? Who else is gonna carry all of this?" She shot a wink and a nudge at Amanda, waiting to be directed towards the staircase. The redhead led the way, trying her best to match Sharon's nearly infectious energy with her own small smile.

"R-Right this way, Sharon."

Heading up the steps to the next floor, Amanda swore she could feel Sharon's bright eyes boring into her from behind - and she hoped that if the investor wasn't judging, she was at least appreciating the view. She dared to glance back, and got an eyeful of the woman's gargantuan chest heaving with each step up, little drops of sweat already sliding between each breast. Her mouth watered, needing to bury her face between the woman's tits.

'Holy shit. It's not even that hot in here - is she okay?'

As if reading her mind, Sharon's bright voice boomed in the stairwell. Perhaps a little too loudly, as it echoed up and down the empty space.

"Don't mind me, sweetie! Just a bit of effort going into these steps, whew! Keeps everything shaped nicely!"

"Uh-huh. Gotcha, Mrs. Wende- Sharon."

They reached the first landing, and Amanda gave her guest a quick look around the cubicles and vending area, mentioning the joys of employee-to-employee relations in a communal space. Sharon nodded along, hardly bothering with questions - but insisting on a power-walk and drawing a number of eyes as she veritably bounced around the floor. She leaned over dividers, pressing her chest against them to peek at people's work, all while pushing her rear far out enough that it practically blocked the paths between each row. They jogged up the next flight of stairs, Amanda working up her own sweat, and showing her around the indoor cafeteria.

"Gosh, a gal could work up a real appetite around this place! Not that we'd have a problem with that, huh Amanda? Hahaha!" Sharon clapped Amanda on the back, holding her own stomach with her deep belly laugh. The woman's energy was like a virus - with the slap, Amanda contracted it, her length stiffening in her pants, beginning to snake down one of her boxer's legs. It probably wouldn't be noticeable for a little while more, but if Sharon kept up the touches, the innuendo, the efficacious seductive movements... there would be at least ten inches of 'problems' the assistant manager would have to handle.

It gave her an idea, though. A way she could work off her building desire, and keep Sharon entertained at the same time. It'd be in the company's interests, no doubt. Turning with a smirk towards the statuesque investor, Amanda coughed to tear her attention from the current lunch menu.

"Ahem. Did you know, Sharon, that our facilities include an in-office gym for our employees?"

The woman's eyes widened, before she gave another deep, enriching laugh, putting a hand to her chest.

"An in-office gym? Marvellous, abso-lutely marvellous!"

"Indeed, Miss Sharon. I'd be happy to, uh..." Amanda paused, licking her lips quickly and dragging her eyes over the expanse of Sharon's meaty body.

"Give you a personal tour."

The older woman clapped like an excited little girl, eagerly following behind Amanda as they made their way out of the cafeteria and to the gym, where Sharon sighed over the various treadmills, exercise bikes, and weight racks ready for employee use. Having made use of the facilities herself, Amanda was, at least, somewhat proud of the space. A pride matched by Sharon's enthusiasm to test the machines, even though her dress was hardly the outfit to do so in. It was practically scandalous how much skin the investor put on display, the hem of her skirt bunched up just above her thighs.

"Ope, hope y'don't mind, dearie! Gets a bit cramped on one of these."

Raising her bottom off the seat, the middle-aged woman pumped her huge, toned legs up and down the pedals, her fat, round ass bouncing in tandem.

"Woof, yeah! That's a workout, I can feel those glutes burning!"

Amanda could hardly hear her, mesmerised by the sight before her. Sharon Wendell, a previously unknown Peller Bros. stockholder and investor, shamelessly shaking her ass in the company gym for all to see. And luckily for Amanda, this was a show for one. Her breath hitched, pants growing tighter as her cock begged to break out of her boxers. The woman's skirt shimmied up her cream-coloured butt slowly and surely, exposing a scandalous wine-red lingerie thong that clung deeply to her skin. A tightly stretched pouch dangled beneath her backside, gently swaying back and forth, smacking into Sharon's thighs over and over again. It was hypnotic, watching the woman's orbs silently rock side-to-side under her mountainous rear. The redhead's mouth grew dry. So far, this was the best two o'clock she'd ever had.

'Fuck. Wanna grab that, wring her dick dry. Slam that ass so hard. This woman's a total tease. God damn.'

"Yoo-hoo, Amanda! Hope you're not too distracted to give me the rest of the tour!" Sharon drawled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She really was playing with the assistant manager, and so far, she was winning. Under Amanda's supervision, she wouldn't stay there for long. Walking up to Sharon from behind - her heart thumping out of her own chest - she grabbed a fistful of ass meat, half yanking down the hem of Sharon's dress, half finally getting to cop a feel of the venus-like wonder. Sharon squeaked, followed by a hungry groan, locking eyes with her redheaded tour guide.

"You know," Amanda husked, leaning into Sharon's ear, her fingers digging into the woman's wealthy rear. "There's a room in upstairs storage. Got a weird printer that's always banging, rattling around. Making lots of noise. Wanna check it out?"

Sharon's signature smile only widened.

"You betcha!"

Sharon was a smidge taller. A smidge. Enough that Amanda had to crane her neck up to capture her painted lips and wipe that smirk off the woman's face. God, she was hot for an old lady, and tasted damn good too. Something fruity and sweet that lingered on her tongue, even as Amanda snaked hers into Sharon's mouth and ran it against her teeth.

They tumbled into the storage closet, nearly ripping each other's clothes off. That smile, that bubbly, intoxicating personality, and Lord, her figure... Amanda's cock was so hard she felt like she was tearing a hole in her pants. She needed to get out of them, and Sharon shared the sentiment. The older woman's hands fumbled with Amanda's belt, barely unbuckling and letting her pants drop before the assistant manager's dick was grabbed roughly, greedily. Amanda's tongue thrashed against Sharon's, fighting for dominance as her length was fished out of her boxers, seizing in Sharon's palm while stroked to fullness. Her grip was rough, but the skin of her hand was so soft and pleasant that Amanda felt like melting right there and then. She pulled back, the older woman's tongue chasing hers, gasping for a breath before diving back in.

Amanda growled into Sharon's lips, biting and blistering them with her hunger. So plump and soft, just like the rest of the big woman, something the redhead had to get her hands on. There was just one problem: her clothes were still on.

Her hands pressed down over the massive curves of Sharon's butt, mashing and groping them until she reached the hem of her skirt. She yanked up, but it didn't budge. Sharon giggled into their makeout, her pulling away now to get a word in.

"You'll have to try a little harder, dearie. It's hard just to put the damn thing on!"

"Just didn't wanna break it, Sharon."

The older woman's eyes narrowed and she licked her lips, visibly savouring the taste of Amanda's spit. She yanked on Amanda's prick, tugging her closer -

"Hm-hm, think you can try?"

Blood surged through her cock, fires lit inside Amanda's eyes. She relished the challenge, veins bulging along her thick forearms as she pulled apart at the hem. Whatever expensive material it was made of still wasn't enough to stop her lust-fueled strength, creaking and snapping before tearing in half with a mighty crack of fabric. Immediately the redhead's hands were against Sharon's skin, fingers slipping under her thong and mauling her fat mounds with reckless abandon. They were even softer than her palms, Amanda's hands sinking into the flesh.

'I've gotta make this thing wobble. Woman's carrying around a fucking bakery.'

Amanda raised a hand and brought it down against one of Sharon's massive cheeks, eyes lighting up as it jiggled from the impact. She brought her hand down again, watching as the woman's rear swayed from her spanking and grew red with her aggression.

Sharon moaned into Amanda's neck, nibbling kisses along it and quickening her strokes of the redhead's dick. Every time Amanda brought her hand down against her ass she let out a deep, satisfied moan against Amanda's skin, her own cock rapidly tenting the front of her now-ruined dress.

"Fuck yeah, daddy! Spank that ass, YES! God damn I'm hard, dearie! Be a doll and get this thing off me."

'Daddy? Where'd that come from? Shit, did that make me harder?'

Wordlessly Amanda obliged the request, even if it meant not getting to maul Sharon's callipygian backside or have her hands stroking her shaft. Hoisting the dress upwards over Sharon's door-wide hips, her sculpted belly rolls, she stopped at Sharon's titanic chest just to marvel at the woman's mature beauty. The investor's penchant for exercise kept her shapely despite age. Her paunch sagged over the waistband of her underwear, navel deep from smooth belly rolls that covered her abdomen. The sight did nothing to deter Amanda, instead spurring her to grab and bounce Sharon's stomach in her hands. Sharon squeaked, her dick twitching visibly in the pouch on her thong.

"Hhnn! Oh, sweetie, I'm sensitive the-re!" She drawled, clear juice drizzling onto the floor - and then coating Amanda's member as the redhead pushed her hips forward, flexing her cock to slap softly against Sharon's package and smear her own precum against the sheer fabric.

"Yeah? Doesn't seem to hurt, though. Something tells me you like it."

"What - mmg - gave you that impression?"

Amanda squeezed her fat again, a thumb pressing into her navel, tugging and pulling at the older woman's rolls. Sharon squealed, head falling back as she lifted an arm to cover her face. Immediately the redhead was hit with the intense smell of Sharon's sweat, underarms bushy and unshaven. Amanda felt a hot, wet surge of stickiness against her dick, and grinned with the satisfaction of knowing that this bitch in heat loved to be used.

"Oh, I dunno, ma'am. I wonder if there's anything else that might make you squirt."

"Haah, haah! Maybe - haa - maybe I got somethin' that'd make you leak, daddy!" Sharon teased, lifting her arm off her face to grab the back of Amanda's head and tug her in for a quick tongue-filled kiss. With her other hand, she coaxed Amanda's back up to her chest, where her dress remained rolled up.

"Get this dress off, Amanda. Hoo, I'd love to keep going but this thing is chafing, ha-ha-ha!" Once again the redhead was hit with that deep, casual laughter, and she simply couldn't refuse. Let alone her own wish to see Sharon's gravid chest swing. As she went to unclip the woman's bra, however, thick fingers stopped her.

"That's for if you pass your performance review, honey." She said with a wink. "I gotta get a look at you first."

Soft, large hands worked quickly to loosen Amanda's tie, unbutton her shirt, unclip her bra - and then she got to experience the delicious sight of Sharon slowly squatting to the ground, peeling away the redhead's boxers. Her heavy balls hung free, before Sharon pressed her face up against them, huffing at the heady smell of girlstink. She opened her mouth in a slutty O, dragging her tongue from underneath Amanda's scrotum all the way up her shaft, before planting a plump-lipped kiss right at the tip of Amanda's girth. Breathlessly, those same lips parted, Sharon staring straight into Amanda's eyes as she began to loudly, sloppily throat the redhead's ten inches of meat.

"Oooohh, shit, Sharon!" Amanda hissed, her cock surging as she was wrapped in the wet, silken hole that was Sharon's mouth. She wanted nothing more than to cum right there and then, getting her prick polished by this mature beauty, but she couldn't. She needed more. And the woman beneath her was more than happy to provide, loud glurks and slurps filling the storeroom as Sharon picked up speed. Fingers weaved between the wings of hair on Sharon's head, gripping her skull and yanking her mouth down to the root of Amanda's cock. Slimy strings and ropes flew, splattering on Amanda's ballsack and across the wide expanse of Sharon's chest bursting out of her brassiere.

Minutes stretched with Sharon's lips wrapped around Amanda's pole, sloppily and happily taking her inches into her throat without abandon. Neither knew what time it was, nor did they care, both women grunting and huffing as the pad of fat above Amanda's dick met Sharon's nose and lips.

"Sharon, fuck, Sharon, I'm -! God damn, take it, bitch!" Amanda grabbed the sides of Sharon's head, driving her powerful hips forward to smack into the woman's face. She didn't hear a word of complaint from Sharon, the investor only smiling with bliss as she choked and sputtered from the punishment her throat took. Amanda's glans scraped the back of her throat, every pull backwards an electric tingle up her spine and every push forwards a pleasing, tight pressure. Sharon's hands reached up to Amanda's butt, fingers massaging her flesh while trying to swallow the redhead's dick further down her throat.

Amanda unravelled, holding Sharon's head down as she spilled salty, thick ropes into her mouth. She sucked her teeth and gasped while Sharon choked and sputtered, trying to pull back for air. But Amanda's strength won out, her muscular arms keeping the woman's head in place while she delivered her payload. Sharon's lungs burned for air, her cheeks puffing with gluey, thick ropes of cream that locked off her airways. For what felt like minutes Amanda kept the investor's lips pressed to the base of her cock, until finally she had to pull her sensitive organ out with a wet slap against her thighs, streamers of spit and cock juice cascading from Sharon's lips to pool in her cleavage.

"Hoooh, hooh... that was... Christ, Sharon. What a fuckin' slut..."

The older woman didn't respond immediately. Scooping up the mix of cum and throat slop that streamed down her face, Sharon loudly sucked down the nasty combination with a massive smirk before grabbing Amanda's prick and slapping it against the side of her face. Amanda hissed, but fuck if the sight and the sound didn't have her own nipples stiffen and keep her cock hard.

"That better not be all you had for me, daddy. A lady's got a lot of needs... and we still got time, sweetie!"

Her heart thumped, fire filling her belly from the woman's slutty words. Amanda roared, pulling Sharon onto her feet, twisting her around and bending her over the various piles of paper-filled boxes. A toned, vascular arm came down across Sharon's buttocks, Amanda vigorously swatting her jiggling ass until she could see her own palm prints red across it. God, she wanted to claim this bitch, leave marks everywhere the sun didn't shine and then some. Sharon looked back over her shoulder, moaning against each blow with a happy, lazy smile on her face.

"C'mon daddy-darlin'! Put another bun in this old gal's oven!"

Amanda puffed air through her nostrils, tearing off Sharon's thong with a snap and spreading Sharon's fat butt cheeks apart to reveal her deep, shining asshole. The older woman's girthy, thick cock fell free, precum loudly spattering onto the floor. Someone would have to clean that up - Hell, probably the whole room - but later. For now, Amanda bent over to give the investor's winking entrance a kiss, raking her tongue across it, filling her mouth with the flavour of sweat and meat. She pumped a fist on her own pillar, working up her own production while spitting and slathering saliva over Sharon's rear. She tasted damn clean, and damn good.

"Fuck, did you prep for this, slut? Walking in wanting to get your guts rearranged?" Amanda demanded, pulling away for a breath and reaching over to fondle Sharon's balls, tugging on them to hear a pleased giggle from her.

"Oh, I don't - ah! - know, maaaybe? My own cave to dive - Mmmn, yes, sugar! - would've been good too, ha-ha!"

Between slaps of her glans against her asshole, Sharon moaned out an answer. 'Investor meeting.' What a joke. One of their funders was nothing more than a big woman that needed girlcock - and Amanda had plenty to spare. With her own tired-eyed smirk, Amanda put her hands on Sharon's hips and teasingly lined up her thick, precum-covered tip with Sharon's wet opening.

"Huh. Then going forward, Sharon... I know I'll meet your expectations."

Amanda snapped her hips forward, driving half of her dick into Sharon's depths. Both of them grunted in unison, Sharon collapsing over the boxes as her dick jerked and swang underneath, while Amanda gripped the woman's hips even harder, puffing out air as she was enveloped in the woman's searing intestines. Electric chains laced her thighs and hips, begging her to go deeper, to bury all ten inches of her pillar inside. And with sparks flashing behind her eyes, Amanda obeyed herself, dragging her hips back until just the glans remained nestled in Sharon's tight anal ring, then slapping them home with a lustful fury.

Skin wetly clapped against skin, the girth of Sharon's buttocks meeting Amanda's wide, powerful hips with every bounce. The dry smell of paper was replaced by the sweaty stench of sex, rivulets dripping off of the redhead's face and onto Sharon's back with every animalistic grunt of exertion. The investor's intestines massaged her prick with their smooth, silky walls, her vigorous plunging drawing out a low, guttural groan from Sharon as her anus was reshaped to fit Amanda's vascular shaft.

"Fuuh yeeeess... pound my prostate, daddy, yeehsss..!"

Wordless babble followed, her brain turned to mush from the vigorous rearranging of her large intestine. The heavyset woman's visage melted into a lazy expression of bliss, relishing each impact of Amanda's cockhead against her prostate. Amanda's dick was hot, rigid steel unravelling Sharon from head to toe, the blunt tip smacking against her gland forcing her balls to give more than they could produce. Glistening ropes of clear precum dribbled from Sharon's stiffness, her liquid staining the floor, the boxes, and the remnants of Sharon's probably expensive dress. She was being owned, the redhead making her ass ripple with every fierce thrust, cellulite dimples creasing across the skin.

Amanda couldn't have asked for a better day, sheathing her dick over and over in Sharon's depths. Every tug back caused the ring of Sharon's asshole to lewdly stick to her cock, begging her to not pull out fully. Every push forward greeted Amanda's inches with delectable, coiling heat, the woman's ass clapping with praise against Amanda's pubic pudge. Static buzzed across her skin on each reverberation, digging her fingers deeper into Sharon's soft waist to force herself as far in as she could.

Her core tensed - she was close. So close to filling the bitch's hole with cum, stuffing her until overflowing... though with as big as Sharon was, that was a task even Amanda needed help fulfilling. Even still, Amanda needed to reach her climax, to empty herself into the investor's greedy, fat butt and get the slut to scream her name. She slammed her hips home, nestling her cock inside and wiggling back and forth, stirring Sharon's insides one last time before grabbing a fistful of the woman's meaty stomach.

"Haaah, haah, Sharon..." Amanda's voice a raspy whisper, "Daddy's home."

Sharon whimpered, a twinkle in her eye as Amanda drew her length out fully, Sharon's asshole gaping and begging to be filled, before getting audibly shoved back into her tight entrance and finally letting the throes of orgasm take over. Sharon quivered and trembled under Amanda, happily giggling with fuck-drunk glee while ropes of boiling essence shot through her intestines.

"Oh my god. Sharon, fuck - I'm cumming!" Amanda roared, clutching at Sharon's stomach, wanting to feel the investor's belly grow with her seed. Sharon could feel every surge of cum lancing through Amanda's cock, coating her walls, claiming her. Practically impregnating her, And Sharon fucking loved it.

"Yes, Amanda, honey! Ah, Amanda, hahaha!"

She felt Amanda twitch and throb against her prostate, thick globs of cum pressing into and over it, her own orgasm extracted by the redhead's battery of dense ejaculate. Viscous, syrupy cords of white splattered against boxes and further ruined Sharon's dress, transformed from an elegant outfit to a brand-new cumrag.

Sharon's knees gave out, and as she slumped to the ground her untouched cock shot laces of cream over her gravid thighs, belly, and even managed to hit the underside of her chest. Amanda's dick slid out of Sharon's hole with a wet pop, dousing pasty essence across the woman's reddened buttocks before her orgasm lessened, coaxing the last dribbles of cum from her shaft with a fist. She leant against the door, panting for breath in the stuffy room, skin prickling all over with pleasure.

"Shit. Shiiit. Fuck, Sharon, that... Damn, lady. You're the most hands-on 'investor' I've ever met. You didn't kidnap the real Sharon Wendell, did you?"

The woman in question laughed, tiredly, picking herself up off the floor and swooping Amanda into a sticky, hot hug.

"Oh, 'course not, sweetie!" She gave the redhead a chaste kiss for all their previous activities. "You were just such a snack, I was dyin' to have a bite!"

Panting and heaving in the afterglow, Amanda's eyes eventually caught sight of Sharon's tattered dress. A small pang of guilt hit her, but it was overshadowed by the radiant glow of pride from getting to have her way with the elegant, voluptuous dowager that filled Peller Bros.' pockets.

"Damn. Sorry about your dress, Sharon. You, uh, gonna be alright walking out of here? I can probably find you something to put on..."

Sharon pecked another kiss on the redhead's cheek, before picking up the sheared, wet remains of her outfit and fishing out a set of car keys.

"Just get cleaned up, sweetie, and then be a dear and fetch my duffel from the car. It's in the back seat, I bring all my exercise junk around. Never know when you need a workout, ha!"

Redressing and stepping out the storage closet stinking of sex, Amanda raced down the stairwell to the parking lot. Her brain and body buzzed with energy - despite the shit start, waiting for her two o'clock had never been more rewarding. Definitely a story to brag about to Mel and Lee later at the very least. All the same, it begged the question of who the hell allowed this bombshell of a lady to walk into their backwater offices? Amanda snatched up the duffel, took the elevator back up (with an awkward look from the other occupant), and casually strode back to the storage closet. Even through the closed door, she could still hear the woman's loud, sultry drawl.

"This office's amazing, dear! They got everything a guy - oop! - a gal could want! And don't get me started on the staff, you'll be surrounded by thorough, rigorous workers!"

Amanda stepped inside, catching Sharon in the middle of a phone call, one finger mindlessly twirling some hair. Evidently she'd used the scraps of dress to clean up the mess they'd made, even though the stains on the boxes were still a bit obvious.

"Ope! 'Manda's back with my stuff, I'll see you tomorrow night dearie! Ta-ta!"

She hung up and bounced over with a smile, thanking Amanda cheerily.

"Who was that on the phone? Your ex-husband or something?"

Sharon snickered as she pulled extra clothes out of the duffel - a pair of tights that hugged her massiveness a bit too enticingly, and an ocean of a tee shirt that depressingly hid the view of her gargantuan chest.

"No, he hasn't been in the picture for ages. That was my so- daughter! She's looking for somewhere quiet to work at while doing a 'transition' thing. I had money here, so I gave y'all a peek! She's gonna love being an intern here."

Suddenly Amanda felt as if she maybe shouldn't have mixed work and pleasure this time around. Sharon sidled over and gave the redhead a very tight hug, her hands roaming further down and pressing her hips forward, rubbing clothed bulges together in a crude handshake.

"Mmm, this was spectacular, sweetie. I'll find my own way out, don't you worry that gorgeous head off! Have my number - and a little extra for good performance. Daddy's gonna be seein' a lot more Sharon from hereon, hon!" With her characteristic belly laugh fading out of the doorframe, Amanda fumbled in her back pocket - Sharon had slipped her a business card with a fresh lipstick smooch and a wad of bills.

'Oh, shit.'

Amanda gulped, stuffing the bills and card away before awkwardly adjusting her returning erection. She checked her watch: 2:45 P. M. She closed the storage closet door and unzipped her pants - she had fifteen minutes to kill, with Sharon's name on them.