Chapter 7
Robin shivered a little as she followed Jack to the LSM training room. It was just as she'd feared. Jack was taking advantage of his promise not to tell what he knew about Gary.
Robin still got excited thinking about fucking with Jack, but it seemed kind of wrong now. Jack hadn't even been nice when he told her to come to the training room. Robin almost didn't want to go, but still, what could she do? She just had to protect Gary's job.
Robin felt little stabs of guilt shoot through her body as she walked across the work floor. She didn't want to cheat on Gary, but there didn't seem to be a way out. The feelings of guilt got bigger as she got closer to the training room. Robin almost wished that Ruth knew about it. Then she wouldn't feel like she was cheating. That was impossible, though. Ruth would just never understand.
Robin looked around as she stepped into the training room. The LSM machines were lined up against the wall and there were stools for the trainees to sit on when they learned to operate the huge Letter Sorting Machine consoles. Everything was silent now and the room was in darkness.
"Hi, Robin," Jack said, coming out from behind one of the machines. "This is a perfect place to meet, isn't it? The next class isn't due to start for an hour and we've got the whole place to ourselves."
Robin giggled. It was kind of fun. She could hear the sounds of the workers on the floor at their cases, sorting letters. It was almost like she and Jack were fucking right in the middle of the Post Office, hidden from everyone's view.
"Let's do it under the table," Jack urged, crawling under the heavy machine and settling down on the rug below. "I think I'd like a nice blow job, baby. I want you to blow me right here."
Robin glanced at the window looking out onto the floor. She didn't think the workers on the floor could see in, but she was a little nervous anyway.
"Are you sure no one'll see us?" she asked, joining Jack under the table.
"I told you not to worry," Jack panted. "Come on now. You don't want me to change my mind about turning in that report, do you?"
Robin managed to smile at Jack. She wasn't happy though. Even though she liked to fuck with him, she didn't think it was fair to hold that report over her head. If he'd just asked her to fuck, it wouldn't be so bad, but she didn't like the feeling that he was forcing her into it. How did she know that he wouldn't turn in the report anyway, if he got tired of her?
Robin gazed at the length of Jack's big cock as he unzipped his pants. It sure was a whopper. She opened her mouth and began to suck at the tip of his swollen cockhead.
"Aaaah, that's right, baby!" Jack groaned. "Suck it good and I won't make trouble for Gary. You'd better do everything I tell you or I'll turn that husband of yours in."
Robin had the urge to bite down hard on Jack's cock. He certainly wasn't as friendly as he had been yesterday. She had the feeling that things were going to get a lot worse before they got better. Jack was beginning to act like he owned her, body and soul.
Robin sucked faster and faster on Jack's big cock. In spite of the fact that she was mad at Jack for using her this way, she couldn't help the hot, creamy thrills that ran through her pussy as she sucked and ran her tongue up and down his fantastically huge cockshaft. Maybe Jack was a bastard, but his cock still turned her on. It was the biggest cock she'd ever sucked on and it tasted just delicious.
"That's right, baby," Jack moaned, leaning back against the carpet. "Just suck it right and I won't make any trouble for that husband of yours. Keep sucking, baby. Suck until you get every bit of hot cum out of my balls."
Robin felt Jack's cock swell up so large that she almost choked. She knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock was jerking wildly in her throat, swelling up bigger and bigger. The tip of his wide, shiny cockhead was dribbling out a steady stream of delicious cum and Robin swallowed frantically, trying to get every drop of his thick cream.
Robin reached out to grasp Jack's balls. She wanted to bring him off quickly before someone came in. She knew that if someone found them in the LSM room, she'd be sure to get fired.
Just then heavy footsteps sounded right outside the door. There was the sound of a key in the lock and then the room was flooded with brilliant light.
Both Robin and Jack froze instantly. They didn't dare make a sound. There was someone in the room with them and they heard footsteps walking around, checking over the machines.
"See?" a heavy voice said. "I told you there was no one in here. Come on ... you must have been seeing things."
The lights flicked off and the room was plunged in darkness again. Then the door snapped shut and the footsteps faded away.
"Oh, shit!" Jack groaned. "That was close. We'd better hurry up and get out of here."
Robin made a move to get up. Jack's prick was still halfway down her throat.
"Just finish it up quick," Jack growled, shoving his prick in farther. "I'm not going to let a little thing like that ruin my nice blow-job."
Robin's mind whirled. She just couldn't believe that Jack wanted her to go on sucking. They had come so close to being caught. Jack's hand was pressing against the back of her neck though, forcing her head back down. She sighed and started sucking again. He wouldn't be satisifed until he had shot his hot load of cum down her throat.
"Harder!" Jack groaned, pressing Robin's face down until she gagged. "Hurry up, baby. Make my big prick come."
There was nothing for Robin to do but suck harder. There was no way that she could get out of it. She made up her mind to hurry and get Jack to come as quickly as she could. Maybe then she could think of something to do to keep this from happening again.
Jack's prick started jerking again. Robin's mouth felt so good squeezing against the rock-hard shaft of his cock that he groaned in pleasure. She sure knew how to suck pricks. She sucked pricks better than any of the other girls. Maybe he'd have her come in and sit under the desk at a meeting. She could suck his cock and no one would know the difference.
The horny thought excited Jack so much that his balls started jerking. Robin reached out and grabbed them, squeezing and tickling with her fingers. Jack wasn't quite ready to come yet, but Robin seemed to know just how to squeeze to make his balls explode.
"Aaaagh!" Jack moaned, his balls pumping wildly. Then his prick swelled up and burst, right in her sucking, squeezing throat.
Robin swallowed frantically. It seemed like Jack's hot load of cum would never stop coming. She swallowed and swallowed until she was exhausted and finally Jack's balls were empty and his prick slipped out of her mouth.
"That was just fine, baby," Jack grinned, patting her on the ass. "If you do that every time I ask you, we won't have any trouble."
Robin nodded her head. That was just what she. thought. Now she'd have to be Jack's blow-girl all the time if she wanted to keep Gary's job for him. She shuddered violently as she sneaked out of the training room and back to the office. There just had to be something she could do about it.
The moment Robin got back to the office, Bobbie handed her a message. "Here," Bobbie said, grinning happily. "Both of us are supposed to meet Ruth Richards for lunch."
"I ... I wasn't planning on going to lunch today," Robin lied. "I ... I've got a lot of work to catch up on."
"You've got to go," Bobbie said firmly, grabbing Robin's coat from the closet. "Come on, we don't want to be late."
Robin sighed unhappily. The last person she wanted to see right now was Ruth Richards. She didn't know if she could face her after what happened in the LSM room.
"Stop worrying," Bobbie said, pulling Robin out of the office. "I have a feeling that this is one lunch you're really going to enjoy."
"I just can't believe it!" Robin giggled, looking around at Skip and Gary who were there, too. "You mean you've known all about this?"
Ruth laughed at Robin's amazed expression. "I just know that we all have to figure out a dandy way of getting back at Jack for what he's trying to pull."
She handed Robin a small tape recorder and grinned mischievously. "Now all you have to do is get the evidence on tape. Then we can threaten Jack and he'll have to do what we want him to."
Robin giggled back. "This is going to be fun," she declared, taking the tape recorder and patting it fondly.
"Do you think you can get Jack to confess and admit that he's trying to blackmail you?"
"I think so," Robin agreed, giggling happily. She winked at Gary and he smiled back proudly. "I'll try it this afternoon," she said, tucking the tape recorder in her purse. "I'll go into Jack's office and try to get him to tell me why I have to cooperate with him. That ought to be all the proof you need."
Bobbie and Robin giggled all the way back to the office. Jack was still out to lunch and Robin ran into the inner office and set the tape recorder up under the desk.
"All I have to do is turn it on at the right time and we've got the proof we need," she giggled. "I hope old Jack wants another blow-job this afternoon. If he isn't interested, I don't know what I'll do."
"He'll be interested," Bobbie said grinning. "Marilyn said he invited her out to lunch but she had to turn him down. Old Jack's probably spitting tacks right now. If you play it right you ought to be able to do just fine."
Fifteen minutes later the buzzer on Robin's desk rang. "Yes?" she said and then she turned around and winked at Bobbie. "Certainly, Mr. Richards, I'll be right in."
Robin searched through the file cabinet for the letter Jack wanted. Then she wiggled her hips seductively as she walked into Jack's office.
"Here's the letter you wanted," she said, placing it on his desk. "I don't suppose you'd like a little help in concentrating while you read it?"
"Help in concentrating?" Jack asked, a puzzled expression on his face. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh ... I just thought maybe I could climb under the desk and do a little ... well, you know ... while you read your letter. That tasted so good this morning that I'd like some more."
Jack's eyes gleamed. "Come here," he demanded, standing up. "You're really beginning to get the idea now. Just crawl under here and we'll see how it works."
Bobbie crawled quickly under the desk. She felt around and found that the tape recorder was right where she'd placed it. She hit the record switch and giggled softly.
"You really wouldn't turn Gary in, would you Jack?" she asked, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, stiff cock.
"You damn right I would," Jack growled. "It's just lucky. for you that I haven't turned him in already."
"You mean if I don't suck your cock whenever you want me to, you'll get Gary fired?" Robin asked, grinning to herself.
"You'd better hurry up and suck it right now or I'll make that call to union headquarters right in front of you," Jack threatened, feeling Robin's fingers speed up a little on his cock. "Hurry up and put it in your mouth. Come on ... I haven't got all day."
"All right," Robin answered, trying her best to sound like she didn't want to do it at all. "I guess I don't have any choice, do I?"
"You sure don't," Jack agreed. "If you don't treat me right and get that cock in your mouth, I'll see that Gary never works for the Post Office again."
Robin turned up the volume on the tape recorder. She wanted to make sure that she got every slurp and moan on the tape. Then she licked the tip of Jack's big cock and stuffed it all the way in her mouth.
"Aaaaagh! That's it, baby ... just treat me right and nobody'll find out about that goof-off husband of yours," Jack said. "Harder, baby! Suck the whole thing right in your hot throat."
Robin made a strangled little noise. Jack's cock really didn't strangle her, but she thought it would sound good on the tape. Then she coughed and sucked it back in again, slurping lewdly.
"Aaaaah! That's better," Jack moaned. "Get your head right down there and suck it out, baby. Suck my fucking balls dry!"
Bobbie stood on the other side of the door. She could hear Jack's horny grunts and groans. She figured that he was ready to come any minute from the strangled sounds he was making. She grinned happily. This was working out just fine. Everything was going according to plan.
Robin sucked fast and furiously. She made sure that the tape recorder picked up every slurp and smack. This was going to be one hell-of a surprise when Jack heard it later. She almost giggled as she thought about playing it for him. She could hardly wait to see the expression on his face.
"Aaaagh!" Jack yelped. "It's almost there, baby ... get ready for a big load of hot cum!"
"Mmmmph!" Robin groaned, trying to sound as if she were drowning. "MMMMMPH!"
She reached up and started squeezing Jack's balls just like she'd done this morning. He gave another yelp and then his big cock was bursting, the cum flying down her throat in huge, rippling spurts.
"Yeah!" Jack yelled. "Oh, yeah! That's the way I like it ... get it all, baby! Get every bit of it down your hot, squeezing throat!"
Robin sat up and wiped her face. She grinned in satisfaction. That ought to do it. Then she opened her mouth and gave Bobbie her cue.
"Was that all right, Jack? Was that good enough so you won't fire Gary?"
"That's just fine baby," Jack moaned. "Just fine. I won't say anything about Gary, if you keep giving me blow-jobs like that."
Suddenly there was a loud scream from the other side of the wall. "Jack!" Bobbie yelled. "Quick! Come here!"
Jack sat bolt upright and zipped up his pants. "I'd better see what's going on," he said, heading for the door. "You come out of there in a couple of seconds and look like you've just been taking dictation or something."
When Robin peeked out the door, Jack was opening the closet doors as Bobbie had planned. Robin slipped quickly to her desk and hid the tape recorder in the bottom drawer.
"What's the matter?" she asked, winking at Bobbie.
"It's a mouse," Jack said, examining the bottom of the closet. "Bobbie said she saw a mouse run right in here and she's scared to death of mice."
Robin almost burst out laughing at Bobbie who was standing on top of her desk, looking helpless. "I know it went in there!" Bobbie squealed, managing to sound as if she was ready to pass out from fright.
"Maybe I'd better take Bobbie for a cup of coffee," Robin suggested, helping the older woman down from her desk top. "You can see about finding the mouse, Jack."
"Good idea," Jack said looking up and grinning at Robin. "You girls take a fifteen minute break. I'll find that mouse if it's the last thing I do!"
"Do you think he'll catch on?" Robin asked, leading the way to the swing room.
"No chance," Bobbie giggled. "I've been seeing mice in that closet for two years now. I'm sure he'll find one or two before we get back."
"Don't forget to bring the tape with you tonight," Bobbie cautioned, handing Robin a cup of coffee. "I can hardly wait to see the expression on Jack's face when he hears it."