Pam drew a deep breath and sighed as she left the Hoagarty home and wondered at the clientele Marge had built up – they were all so sexually preoccupied, and she wondered idly if any of those she was yet to meet would not be so?
She drove back to the distribution center with butterflies in her stomach. Alicia had been noncommittal, but there was a hint of a threat in her voice that had left Pam uneasy. As she pulled into the side drive of the parking lot, Pam was not surprised to see only two cars left – Mr. Dumont's Mercedes and Alicia's small sports car.
Nervously, she locked her car and climbed the marble steps to the glass entrance and found it locked. From the reception area, she saw Alicia approaching, a scowl on her face, and Pam's apprehension doubled. The woman let her in without speaking and Pam followed her in the inner maze of offices where Mr. Dumont had a lavish office complex of his own.
Alicia stood aside as Pam opened the door to the man's private office and entered, her apprehension rising as her boss looked up from his desk and waved Alicia to come in and close the door behind her. Pam approached the desk uneasily and tried to read the expression on the man's face, but she could not; his normally handsome, smiling features were clouded by concentration, but she was unable to detect whether it was dissatisfaction, anger or what. She sat as he pointed to a deep chair beside the desk and she glanced at Alicia as she took a chair before the large desk.
"Well, well… Miss Drum," he said, and Pam felt her stomach turn. He leaned forward, locked his fingers together and asked, "How do you like working for Lotus, Pam… any complaints?"
Pam swallowed nervously and glanced at Alicia – who was staring at her blankly. "… I like my job very well, Mr. Dumont… and no, I have no complaints…"
"No complaints," he repeated, and sat back in his deep leather swivel chair. "Miss Drum has no complaints, Alicia."
Alicia smiled, but not pleasantly, and Pam suddenly felt like a mouse caught between two cats. She cleared her throat, leaned forward slightly and asked, "Is… is there something wrong, Mr. Dumont?"
His reply startled her almost out of the chair. He slammed his palm flat on the desk and the sound was like that of a pistol being fired. "Wrong?" he nearly shouted. "Wrong? You may be assured there is something wrong, Pam Drum!"
Pam was close to tears as she felt his words sting her like arrows. She blinked in bewilderment and shook her head in confusion as her handsome boss rose from his chair and came to stand in front of her, an accusing finger jabbing an inch from her nose.
"We have it on good authority that you have been sexually promiscuous with several customers, Miss Drum… what do you have to say for yourself?"
She shook her head in disbelief as his words crashed into her consciousness and shattered her composure. Great tears welled in her eyes as her vision blurred and she began to sob. "I… I don't know what to… to say…" she blurted out, burying her face in her hands.
"Also," the man went on in a strong tone, "you were observed this very day having sex with an employee of Lotus!"
"Oh, noooo…" she moaned, and felt her new world come crashing down around her.
"You deny that you were on your knees in the stockroom with Frank Seckler's prick stuffed down your throat? Do you deny sucking him until he shot his load of cum into your mouth? Tell me! Do you deny it?"
The words burned themselves into her brain and left her defenseless – who could have told – who could have seen? And how could he have known about the customers? Were they spying on her – had someone complained? My, God! she thought. What was going to happen to her?
Pam tensed as she felt an arm go around her shoulder and she heard Alicia saying sympathetically, "There, there, baby, it's going to be all right…" Pam sobbed hysterically as the woman tried to comfort her, and she heard Alicia telling Dumont, "Come on, Steve… give the kid a break… it's no big thing. Jesus – you act as if you'd never had sex with a woman!"
"We have our reputation as a firm to think about, Alicia…" he told her gruffly.
"Oh, come on… put that stuff out at the sales meeting, but have a heart – can't you see what this is doing to her?"
There was long pause and Pam's heart nearly stopped as her boss spoke again, his tone softer, and she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"Pam… perhaps I was a bit rough on you. I… I'm sorry I made you cry. Perhaps I was too hasty."
Pam sniffed and looked up at the towering figure of the man she had come to respect so highly during her training course. She felt as if she had let him down – deceived him – and the shame was evident in her voice as she choked out, "Oh, Mr. Dumont… I… I'm so terribly sorry – how can I ever make it up to you?"
Steve Dumont looked at Alicia and smiled. "Well… if you really want to know…" he said, and his voice was even softer than before.
"Yes!" Pam exclaimed. "Anything, I'll do anything… just don't be angry with me… and… and please don't fire me!"
He looked down at her and smiled again. "Now, no one mentioned firing you… as far as my being angry – well, we can settle that very simply if you really want to…"
"Oh, yes… please!" she cried, and felt the tears well up again.
As she hung her head shamefully, Pam heard a familiar sound and Alicia's arm tightened about her shoulders. She opened her eyes to find her boss standing before her with his trousers opened and his cock hanging limply from the fly.
"Oh…" she said in a very small voice.
"Go ahead, honey…" Alicia urged her, and kneeled beside her as Steve moved forward. Alicia took Pam's hand and lifted it from her lap to wrap it around the man's prick. Immediately, Pam felt life flow into it and she licked her lips apprehensively as she saw it growing before her eyes.
"But… but, I thought…" she stammered, and Steve rubbed the head of his cock against her lips.
"Don't think, Pam… just suck… open your mouth and, suck me off the way you sucked Frank's prick…" and he moved an inch closer as she opened her mouth and accepted the head of his cock between her lips. It was hot against her flesh, and Pam fought the urge to gag as he shoved more of it into her wetly sucking mouth. She laved it with her tongue and heard him groan, then she felt Alicia run her hand up her legs and between her thighs.
Alicia's fingers ran smoothly over her inner thighs and spread her legs as they touched her panty-clad pussy. She hunched forward as a light thrill went through her and she sucked more of the man's prick into her hot, wet mouth as he hunched his hips into her obscenely sucking face.
"Oh, Jesus!" Steve exclaimed. "She can suck a prick!"
"And other things too, I'll bet," Alicia commented breathlessly as she worked her finger underneath the elastic leg band of Pam's panties and found her cunt sopping with the juices of her unbridled passion.
Pam felt the woman's finger enter her pussy and she groaned around the stiff prick as it was thrust even deeper into her throat and she felt his pubic hairs tickle the end of her nose. She removed her fingers from its thick base and fumbled inside his pants for his heavy nut sac, found it, and fondled the heavy testicles as she pulled off and licked just the head of his prick.
"Goddamn!" Steve cried. "She's a fucking pro!" and he took hold of her head with both hands and thrust forward to shove his prick in to the hilt. Pam gagged, then forced her throat muscles to relax as she accepted all of him into the constricting channel of her throat. She felt her own passion rising as Alicia's fingers drove her wild. Then she heard Steve cry out, "Oh, shit! I'm cumming… I… I can't hold it… suck me, baby! Suck my prick… take it all… I'm cumming!"
Pam's cheeks ballooned out as his prick jumped in her mouth and filled it with thick hot spurts of his semen. She swallowed frantically, but it came in such heavy gushes that some of it seeped out of the corners of her mouth napd ran stickily down her chin as Steve gasped loudly and his legs shook. She sucked and swallowed, and as she felt his convulsing prick twitch far the last time, she pulled off and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. A small string of cum from the head of his prick stretched to her wet lips, and as she wiped it off, she shook her head. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" she said.