"Jack asked that everyone wear condoms,” she insisted. “If he hears you refused, he'll be upset."
Hank laughed as he unbuckled his pants. “Honey, I'm retiring in three days. Tell Jack he can kiss my grits.” His hard cock sprung free.
Before she could protest further, Hank had grabbed her around the waist. She felt his hard cock bump up against her ass. She realized she could hardly protest-she'd just fucked a deli worker without a condom. Still, she didn't like to lose control like this.
She tried to resist him, but he was far too strong. His cock found its target and thrust inside her in one stroke. Once he was inside, she gave up struggling and let him have his way. It helped that she was already slippery with Sam's seed, mixed with her own lubrication. Hank, the blockhead, never noticed he was having sloppy seconds. He pounded away at her for the longest time. Her clit ached to be touched, but her needs didn't matter.
When he came, he bellowed like a bull. El felt his seed fill her womb. Her pussy felt as used as a bowling shoe on league night. He held her tight to milk every drop from his cock, then pulled out. His sperm spilled out of her. Before she could move, he walked up to her face and grabbed it with a meaty paw. “Suck me clean,” he ordered, pushing his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She dutifully cleaned him, hoping it would cause him to leave sooner.
When he was satisfied, he buckled up his pants and headed for the door. “Thanks for a wonderful retirement present, slut,” he waved and disappeared.
El sank down on the couch, one hand cupped over her pussy to contain all the fluids. She decided to ask Jack for more money if people were going to refuse to wear condoms. Dammit, she has some rights, doesn't she? She didn't know the etiquette of being a sex slave for an entire company.
Wearily, she went to the bathroom to clean up, then got dressed. By now, she was tired of her clothes, tired of the way her body smelled, tired of fucking and sucking and being punished. All she wanted to do was go home. She checked the clock in Jack's office. Barely two-thirty. God, these days were long!
CHAPTER 9
Jack came back from his luncheon meeting at quarter to three and immediately called El over. She came in, stripping off her clothes with a resigned sigh, then assumed her position.
"Did Hank come by?"
"Yes, sir. He fucked me, doggy-style. You can add it to my book."
"Good. You fuck anybody else?"
El decided to keep Sam to herself. “No, but I had to give the deli guy another blowjob to pay for lunch-does that count toward my total?"
"No. I admired your initiative the first time, but I didn't authorize a repeat."
El had expected as much.
"Anything else happen while I was gone?"
"Well, there was one thing. It would help me if you would clarify my duties. On the way to lunch, I was accosted by two day-shift workers, who asked that I get into their car and show them my tits and pussy."
Jack sat up. “Did you?"
"Yes, sir. but they wanted more. One of them wanted to touch me, and I was afraid of where that would lead. It would help if you told me what you expect when you say I should be ‘nice’ to workers. I'm happy to give them what they need, but if I let them have me, then my value as a reward for increased productivity will vanish."
Jack nodded. It was a good point. “I think you did the right thing,” he said. “When someone asks to see your body, you should show it. And under controlled circumstances, a little touching may be okay. But when it comes to fucking or sucking, you need to run that by me."
"So in the car like that, you'd prefer they didn't touch me?"
He nodded. “Yeah. If there's going to be touching, I want to have control of that. Otherwise, we know what that'll lead to."
El was satisfied. Now she'd be sure to get credit for every sex act. In that way, she could pay off her debt more quickly and leave Sawyer Metalworking forever.
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, you may go. But be ready at four to go with me to visit that client."
After she left, Jack turned on the camera. He never tired of seeing El's pussy spread open for him. He thought it might be a good idea to add a third camera, mounted over the glass door, so he could see her from all three angles. That way, if she ever was ordered to sit at her desk without wearing a top, he could see what passing employees would see. He so enjoyed humiliating her.
He heard a noise and looked back at the screen in time to see Gloria barge into El's office. That bitch is going to be trouble, he decided. She had threatened him earlier with all kinds of workplace violations, the main being sexual harassment. Jack didn't need the events of the past two days broadcast on the local news. He'd have to find a way of placating-or blackmailing-Gloria.
He could tell from their conversation that Gloria was demanding to see Jack once again. In a few seconds, his intercom buzzed. Absently, he flicked over to the other camera in time to see her hand drop down between her legs. Damn! He wanted to catch her in a violation, so he could add to her punishments. But she was being far too cooperative.
"Yes?"
"Sir? Gloria wants to see you."
"Send her in."
Gloria barged in. For a fleeting moment, Jack pictured her stripping off her clothes and coming over to kneel at his side. But, of course, if she did, he wouldn't want to see her naked. She was a sturdy woman. Not fat, just filled out by middle-age. She'd been at the plant nearly as long as Jack had owned it. She did a tremendous job in human resources, so he didn't want to rile her. Yet she clearly seemed riled.
"What the heck is going on around here, Jack? I mean, you've got Ellen acting like a slut, the workers are all distracted by her, and you have no CFO now. I'm afraid you're losing control of this plant."
Jack studied her carefully, picking his words. “I know my methods seem unorthodox and I know you don't understand what El is up to now. But I have to tell you, Gloria, since she started her new job, we have a very strong chance to pick up two million dollars in new business."
That took Gloria by surprise. But she recovered quickly. “What's she doing, fucking the clients?"
"Let's just say she's ‘stimulating new business.’ If just a few of these clients come on board, we're going to have to expand the plant. And that means new workers."
"Well, that's all well and good, but this is going to blow up in your face. You can't force women to be your company bimbo! What are you thinking? And why is she going along with it?"
"That's confidential. I can tell you that this has been done by mutual consent. No one's forcing El to do anything she doesn't want to do."
"Oh, I can't believe that. She was a well-respected CFO. No woman wants to become a man's slave!"
"You'd be surprised. She seems to be enjoying her new role.” Jack paused, thinking carefully about his next statement. “As you know, we have the position of CFO open currently. Know of anyone who's qualified?"
Jack knew full well she did. She'd been hinting, long before Ellen had arrived, to hire her brother-in-law, Andy, who also was a CPA. Jack had found him worthy, but Ellen had slightly better qualifications. Plus, she'd been a lot better looking that Andy.
Gloria was no fool. “Are you suggesting that if I keep my mouth shut about Ellen, you'll hire Andy?"
Jack shrugged. “Andy was a strong candidate before. I would, of course, only hire him on merit, regardless of what you decided to do. However, if you raised a stink over this temporary situation, I think I'd be so distracted by the lawsuits, that I'd be unable to afford a CFO. We might even have to shut down the plant."
That reached her. She stared at him. Then she asked: “Temporary?"
"Yes. I'd say El's only going to be with us for a year or so. Then the plant can return to normal."