Chapter 2
The first week went by quickly. Mandy tried to fit in around the place. She learned what Jimmy wanted in the way of help. She began to answer a pile of personal letters, most of them polite acknowledgements of a favor. She was starting to feel a little important. Maybe she deserved the plush office she'd been awarded. After all, her job was important to her boss's success. She delivered long distance messages in a cheerful, breathy voice, just the way Jimmy had instructed her to do. He told her she was doing fine. And on Friday, she met Jimmy's son, Tom.
He came in around lunch. Mandy had been about to go out when the tall young man blocked the doorway, a crooked smile on his face. There was no mistaking him. He looked a lot like his father.
"If I knew my old man had hired a new one, I'd have gotten her sooner. College is such a bore these days."
"If you'll excuse me, I was about to go to lunch."
Without warning, Tommy grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall. His kiss smeared her lipstick and his hips rubbed against hers. Mandy was too shocked to fight him. She could feel the throbbing of something hard against her belly. Tom's hands swept down her back, caressing the outward curve of her ass. His touching made her feel giddy. At last, she had the presence of mind to push him away.
"Your father warned me about you."
"I'll bet."
"I don't have to be treated like this," she said. "But you won't say anything."
Tommy grabbed her again. This time, his hand went under her skirt. She dropped her purse and pounded against his back. But his lips were so hot and wet. He was sucking the air from her lungs, it seemed. His hand, under her skirt, probing, petting . . .
"Noooo! Ohhhhhh, stop! Don't...."
His fingers edged along the elastic of her panties now. He stretched the lace away from her thigh. Suddenly, she knew that his finger wasn't outside the narrow band of nylon. He was fingering her cunt!
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, still beating her fists against him, but weaker now. Her hips rocked uncontrollably. It was too much like how it had felt when she'd excited herself that first time. And after that first finger fuck with the baby oil, Mandy had abstained totally from any self stimulation. She'd put sex out of her mind completely. And she'd hoped that the memories wouldn't come back to haunt her.
But Tommy's finger moved gently across her clit now and it was all too much to bear. She felt starved for this touching, as much as she hated him for attacking her.
"No, not any more! Now leave me alone!"
But Tommy was strong. He had her pushed back against her desk now. He forced her down onto it. A paperweight was swept off by her struggles. A sheaf of paper flew across the rug. Tommy jerked the hem of her skirt up suddenly, baring her damp panties and her long, white thighs.
"You're crazy!" Mandy screamed, clutching for something to hit him with. Tommy knocked the stapler from her hand before she could use it. Then he hooked a finger under her panty crotch and stretched it to one side.
"Christ, you're lovely."
Mandy tried to kick him, but Tommy had already thrust his head between her legs and was almost breathing against her cunt. Now that her panties were stretched aside to reveal her naked cunt, he pinned her wrists to the desktop and pushed his mouth forward suddenly.
One second Mandy was fighting like a wildcat. The next second she was trembling as her back arched up from the desk and her head flopped over the edge. Her long blonde hair swept across the carpet as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Because Tommy Waltham was eating her cunt! He chewed her plump lips, dove deeper with his tongue. In all her life, Mandy had never suspected that anything could feel quite so sexy as having her pussy sucked.
"Uhhhhhnnn," she groaned, gathering her will to fight him again. But her movements were awkward and uncoordinated. Her shoes slipped off as she brought her feet back to kick her attacker away. But the more she bent her knees and the harder she tried to hook her heels against his shoulders, the more her pussy was stretched open.
"Yuummmmmm," Tom breathed, his tongue lapping hungrily across her feverish cunt flesh.
At last, Mandy hooked her heel at the front of one of the boy's shoulders. But when she tried to straighten her leg to push him away, she found she had no strength. His hungry mouth slurped up and down her open cunt. She could feel his spit mingling with her juices and running down the crack of her ass. Weakly, she tried to pull her panty crotch back across her naked slit. Tommy stopped her easily, pinning her wrist against the desk again.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, god! Please, stop doing that...."
But he wouldn't. His mouth was so hot! It was slick, too, and he seemed to be sucking the delicate pink flesh of her cunt deep into his mouth. That feeling of suction made Mandy whimper helplessly. Her ass began to move up and down.
Thrills knifed through her. Mandy realized that these sharp edges of pleasure were being caused by Tommy's tongue. He would make it very hard and push it up and down the deepest part of her cunt. The constant, slick rubbing was making her lose all sense of right and wrong. And when he licked her clit, she squealed uncontrollably.
"Mmmmmm, god damn, you taste good."
"No, stop it! Please, stop it." Yet through all her protestations, Mandy couldn't keep still. Her slim hips plunged from side to side, bucked up and down. She'd drawn her heels back again, hoping to kick Tommy away. But again, that position only opened her young, hot pussy all the more. And with it open like that, Tommy wallowed his mouth back and forth against her cunt until she thought she was losing her mind.
The tickling pleasure she'd experienced before was throbbing through her cunt. But a finger was nothing compared to what Jimmy's son was doing to her with his mouth. He seemed to know exactly how to make her feel hot. He nibbled on her inner cunt folds now, drinking the slick juice that flooded out. The sound of what he was doing was wicked enough. But the soft, sliding friction drove Mandy ever closer to the brink. She could feel the energy building up in her loins.
"Nhhhaaaaahh!"
"Yeah, baby, you like it, don't you?"
"No!"
Her thighs tightened. Her chest heaved. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Tommy was moving his mouth up and down rapidly between her open thighs. She was being licked and devoured. Her ass went rigid, lifting her pussy upward for the boy to feast upon.
Mandy was experiencing the strangest mix of emotions. She was shocked and ashamed of what was happening to her. Yet the more it did happen and the longer it went on, the weaker became her will. It was all so slick and itchy and maddening. Like her finger games, only a hundred times better.
And even if she had possessed the strength to push Tommy Waltham away, it was too late now. She gave a choked squeal and her ass beat upon the edge of the desk. Then she was coming.
Tommy pushed her knees so wide she thought she'd split in two. He licked and sucked and stabbed at her with his tongue until Mandy thought she'd lost her mind. The pleasure swirled through her mind like a hurricane. Her body lurched and twisted as the same pleasure throbbed up and down her long legs, through the small of her back and through the softness of her belly. She felt the ecstasy everywhere! It was engulfing her, pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness.
"Yuuuhhhhhh," she gasped, not even fighting him now. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she tried to lift herself. But when she looked, all Mandy could see was the boy's eyes and nose. His mouth was hidden by her fluffy blonde cunt hair. She could see him rooting around between the lips of her pussy. His nose glistened with her juice. His cheeks were smeared with it. And she was coming! Coming in a glorious burst of pleasure that made her too weak to hold her head up.
"Ohhhhhh, Tommeeeeee!"
Mandy was glad she'd fainted. She hadn't completely passed out, just faded a little. She could hear Tommy running water in the little bathroom just off her office. He rubbed the damp rag across her face. When she made whimpering noises, he put his mouth close to her ear.
"You'd better keep quiet about this. You wouldn't want to lose your job, would you?"
Mandy was angry and perturbed, but she couldn't think of what to say.
"Tommy, listen, I...."
"I've got to get going. I'll be seeing you around." He gave her a knowing wink. At that instant she hated him. She struggled to pull her dress down. Her panties were still stretched to one side, hooked over one swollen lip of her cunt.
"If you think you can get away with this, you're crazy!" she said loudly.
"Remember my warning," he said, pointing a finger at her. She felt suddenly as if she were the guilty one. Though she'd been helpless to stop the boy's attack, maybe his father wouldn't understand. And had she really tried her very hardest to stop him in the first place? Tommy was still there, smiling at her now.
"You loved it. Don't be making up any silly little stories about how you didn't."
"I didn't want you to do it!" Mandy cried, thoroughly mixed up now. But Tommy was gone and she was there by herself, her mind still swimming with confusion. At last, she went to the small bathroom and freshened herself up. She held a wet washrag against her cunt for a while until the swelling went down. She was still breathing hard. It made her feel funny to think of what had happened to her. She could still see Tommy rubbing his face up and down between her thighs. God, he'd actually licked her there! It was all a crazy dream. Now that she was alone again, Mandy tried to convince herself that it hadn't really happened at all.
That afternoon wasn't an easy one. Though Jimmy didn't seem to suspect that his son had been hanging around, Mandy was sure the man must have sensed her guilt. Of course, she couldn't know this for sure, but through the rest of the day, she hardly raised her head from her work. Her cunt was still throbbing from the hot licking it'd received. Her mind wandered aimlessly. But at last, her workday was drawing to a close. She was putting things away and cleaning off her desk when Mr. Waltham came in.
"Where are you eating tonight?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll pick something up before I go back to the hotel."
"Why don't you eat with me and I can drop you off there."
It seemed that a particular answer was expected of her and Mandy guessed what that would be. "Thank you, I'd like to," she said. Actually, she'd hoped to be alone. She was still afraid that her manner might make Jimmy suspicious. She had not really recovered from the attack of Jimmy's son. Her cunt still throbbed from the hot, slick suction of his mouth.
The restaurant where Jimmy took her was elegant. Mr. Waltham ordered wine. She pretended to be used to such things, though she'd never had an alcoholic drink in her life. She was fascinated by the floor show, a sultry singer and piano player. Ritzy looking people passed their table. Mandy felt like a lost child. But she was having a good time. The wine had made her forget a little of what Jimmy's son had done to her.
"I just wanted to get you used to imagine places," Jimmy said. A couple of nights next week I'd appreciate it if you'd have dinner with a business acquaintance of mine." Jimmy poured her more wine.
"Will we come here?"
"We might. I'm going to take you out shopping tomorrow. We'll buy you some new things to wear."
Mandy felt like she was in the middle of a Cinderella story. Wasn't it a bit strange for a girl who'd just started working for someone to be getting all these benefits? But then she wasn't familiar with the ways of the city. And after all, she was Jimmy's personal secretary.
After dinner, they drove to a imagine apartment building. Jimmy acted like he had a surprise for her. He handed Mandy the key to the door after a long ride in the elevator.
"We must be all the way to the top," she said, pushing the door open.
"It's the penthouse apartment," Jimmy told her. "And you can keep the key."
"What?" She turned, her blue eyes wide.
"I'll consider it a business deduction," Jimmy said, guiding her by the shoulder. "But you can come up here whenever you want. You can even live here if you decide to."
Mandy sat on the couch, her eyes dazzled by the sumptuous apartment. She thought of living here. The more she thought of living here, the less inviting her hotel room seemed. Mr. Waltham opened the refrigerator and brought out a bottle of chilled wine.
"I'm already dizzy from the wine at the restaurant," she said when he handed her a glass.
"A little more won't hurt you."
A little more didn't hurt at all. Mandy was starting to get a little drunk. Then she was a lot drunk. She remembered Jimmy turning on the hi-fi...her hi-fi he told her. She danced with him, her body warm against his. He nuzzled her hair. It seemed a little too intimate, but with the wine working in her blood, nothing was really all that strange. Mandy had never been drunk? It was a crazy, wonderful feeling. She couldn't believe that all this was happening to her. A great boss, a wonderful job, and this apartment if she wanted it.
"Can I move in tomorrow?" she asked.
"You can move in tonight."
"Oh, let's dance some more. My parents never liked me to dance."
Mandy's long legs flew across the rug. Jimmy was holding her very close. She would have been uncomfortable if it hadn't been for the wine. To have her body pressed so tightly against his. But with her head swimming with alcohol, it was nice. Even when Jimmy's hand slipped down to the small of her back, then slipped down farther.
"I'm out of breath," she said, sensing a danger she couldn't quite put her finger on. What was happening? Jimmy's eyes looked so soft. He kept smiling at her like she was some kind of priceless art object.
Mandy kicked off her shoes. She was dancing alone now, giggling, whirling. Jimmy caught her wrist but she pulled away. She stopped to drink more wine. Jimmy's hands were at her waist. He pulled her back against him. She felt his hands sweeping gently down her body. Her pert, plump ass pressed against him and she felt a hardness.
Normally, Mandy would have been shocked and embarrassed. But the wine seemed to dull that. She wasn't even afraid. She just pulled away from her boss. It was getting late. She knew she'd better be getting to bed.
"I feel so funny," she slurred. "I think I've had too much to drink."
"You should stay here tonight."
"I don't have any of my things."
It seemed crazy. Her boss led her to the bedroom, opened a closet and stepped back for her to see. There were nightgowns, all of them new! They were the loveliest things Mandy had ever set eyes on. Some were red, some blue, some pink. She was too dizzy with wine to protest when Jimmy pulled one from a hanger and held it out.
In the bathroom, she wiggled into it. There was a full length mirror on the door and when she saw how she looked, she almost pulled the gown off again.
"Come on out, I want to see how you look."
There were all kinds of warnings going off in her head. Something wasn't quite right about all this. Alone with her boss in a imagine apartment he was going to let her use. Modeling a sexy nightgown for him. And it was sexy. So sexy that Mandy blushed at her reflection despite the wine she'd gulped down. It cut low across her tits, showing her youthful cleavage, almost showing her tits, too.
The gown fit her waist like skin. Red satin skin. And it was cut prfectly to cling to her slim hips, her fully rounded asscheeks, even her thighs. It was a long gown, but the sides were slit well above the knee. She was still looking at herself, hardly believing the transformation when Jimmy jerked the door open.
"Beautiful," he said. He'd taken off his coat and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His dark hair was mussed and that softness was in his eyes again. A softness with a certain hard edge behind it.
"Thanks for the wonderful evening," Mandy said, starting around him. A hand caught her waist. She felt his fingers sliding over her ass. Through the sheer material the touch was very sexy.
"You've still got your panties on. A girl should never bother with panties when she's wearing something as beautiful as this."
"But...."
"Come on Mandy, take them off."
"I...."
"Be a good sport."
Mandy was too drunk to argue. A good sport. Sure, she wanted to be a good sport. Especially if her boss wanted her to be a good sport. She hiccupped loudly and reached up under the slits in the sides of her gown. She let her undies fall around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Jimmy went down on one knee, picking her panties up like they were some object to be worshipped. He pressed them against his face, taking a deep, slow breath.
Mandy's nipples tingled as the gown slid across them. Her cunt throbbed. She was remembering things again. Naughty things. What was she doing here, anyway? It was wrong. She had to get dressed again, had to get Mr. Waltham to take her back to the hotel.
"Come here, Mandy," he said. She felt herself pulled against his chest. Her tits pressed against him. His hands pulled her ass forward so that she felt his cock. Even inside his pants it felt hard and hot. "Let's go to bed, Mandy. Right now!"