Chapter 9
Jessie Irwin entered Milton King's office and closed the door. "You wanted to see me, Mr. King?" she said in lip service to office protocol.
"Yes." His manner was brusque. "The cashier's position is yours under certain conditions."
"Conditions?" Jessie repeated warily.
"You must understand that I'm doing myself no favor by promoting you to the job." Milton's solemn expression was lightened by a sudden smile. "Given your competitive nature and undoubted qualifications, the day could conceivably come when you might represent a threat to my own position." He smiled again. "So I must ask for some concessions."
"Of what nature?" Jessie asked, although she was sure she knew one of them and she hadn't yet made up her mind about it.
"I'd expect you to make yourself available for fucking occasionally," Milton said casually.
Jessie cringed at the use of the Anglo-Saxon. What kind of person would she be if she baldly acquiesced in her own body-usage by this smiling satyr? Gloria would have fucked Milton to get the job, perhaps had already; yet it was she, Jessie, to whom the job was being offered. In a way it was a tribute to her femininity as much as her banking qualifications. But still-
"And then there's Wayne," Milton continued.
It startled Jessie, "W-Wayne?" she stammered. Had Milton King found out about her and Wayne? Surely she wasn't going to lose the position now because Milton disapproved?
"I understand he's quite active in banking circles these days," Milton went on with a knowing smile, and Jessie felt a slow, deep blush consuming her. "So much so that's part of the conditions." He held up his hand and ticked off his fingers. "For the sake of convenient groupings, let's say there's Wayne and you. And Norm and Irene. And Dolly and I." Jessie stared, bug-eyed. "And I have a convenient apartment close by," Milton resumed. "Notice that I said convenient groupings, Jessie, Not permanent, and not necessarily pairs."
"You mean-" Jessie groped for words.
"Saturnalia?" Milton asked. "Why not? I believe you've sampled some aspects of the-ah -sextette. Would you really have many qualms about-ah-broadening your experiences?" His smile widened until his white teeth glistened. "In the employment of pricks and cunts of good friends?"
Jessie drew a slow breath. In the instant she'd thought she might not get the cashier's position when Wayne's name was mentioned by Milton, she had realized fully how badly she wanted it. It was more than the fact that it was the temporary culmination of her years of work in the bank; it was the fact that everyone in the organization knew what manner of man Milton King was, and if Jessie Irwin failed to get the job then Jessie Irwin was lacking in the gut-survival aspect of the business world.
And Jessie Irwin didn't feel she was lacking in anything.
"You have my word," she said carefully.
"Fine," Milton King approved. "Have Wayne stop in here, will you, please?"
Wayne Evans stood uneasily in front of Milton King's desk. "Yes, sir?" he said.
Milton looked up casually from the report he had pretended to be reading. "Dolly says you're a good cocksman, Wayne."
Wayne felt as though he had been punched in the belly. Then he wished the deep pile carpeting in front of Milton's desk would open up and swallow him. "Yes, s-sir," he stuttered.
"And I haven't heard any complaints from Jessie." Wayne took a backward step; his breath was strangled somewhere in the depths of his straining throat. "Or Irene."
I'm fired, Wayne thought miserably. Will I ever be able to get another job?
"So those three and you and I and Norm will be having a few parties at my in town apartment from time to time."
"Eh?" Wayne thought his hearing had gone out of control.
"Assuming you have no objections," Milton said suavely.
"Oh, no! No, indeed! I should say not!" Wayne's voice increased in fervor. "I'll-I'll surely be looking forward to it!" Belatedly he remembered his manners. "And-and thank you!"
He turned at Milton's casual handflip of dismissal and stumbled from the office. Boy, what a near thing! How could this solution ever have come about? Damned if he could understand it, but he certainly wasn't knocking it. Jessie, and Irene, and the soft-bodied Dolly King-his heart skipped a beat. He could hardly wait for the first foregathering.
Norm Blanchard was explaining things to his ex-wife, Irene, at the girls' apartment. Both were nude, and Irene's bright-blotched pink belly testified to the previous few moments' activity. She had been listening to Norm with growing alarm. "But Norm," she protested, "I love making it with you, but in a roomful of people? And with-with others?"
"You've had the others," Norm said matter-of-factly.
"But I'd feel so ashamed! So humiliated!"
Norm eyed her sardonically. "With a stiff prick in your cunt you'd feel ashamed?"
"Well, no," Irene admitted. "Probably not. But-"
"Then wait'll you get three pricks in you at once," Norm said.
"Three pr-oh, Norm, you don't mean it! Why, I'd die! I'd simply die! I mean there are some things-"
"Jessie's agreed," Norm said. "And Dolly."
"Jessie has?" Irene shook her head slowly. "Well, I can certainly do anything Jessie Irwin can do."
"And better," Norm said slyly. He rolled toward her and stroked her smooth stomach and fiddled a finger in her wet pussy. Irene began to wriggle. "What would you like me to do now?"
"Fuck me," Irene said promptly.
"Yeah? Where?"
"In my cunt," Irene said with a quick surge of passion. "In my ass. In my mouth. Between my titties. Anywhere you can put that lovely thing." She reached out and closed her fingers around the sticky massivity of Norm's unflagging purple-headed penis.
"Yeah, well," Norm pretended to grumble, "when do I get time to do the washing?"
He rolled Irene onto her stomach.
It had been easy.
None of them would ever admit another female could do anything they couldn't do.
So now they'd have a housewarming, and he and Milton King, whose dexterity he had come to admire, would have three lovely bodies to sandwich.
Even looking down at Irene's anus right at that moment, as it lay exposed by his hands parting her delicately shaped bare hind cheeks so the tight-looking passageway winked up at his throbbing prick, Norm felt he could hardly wait for the first call to arms.