Chapter 4
The secretaries generally lunched in the cafeteria on the third floor. Sometimes junior executives joined us, but usually they clustered around the tables occupied by the senior men. That left us alone to discuss our business without worrying about leaks. Amy and I knew about a dozen girls who were in much the same position as us, and it was to those girls we turned with our idea to turn the office upside down.
"For one day," Amy said, "let's do everything that's outrageous. Just one day, no more, no less, whatever you've dreamed of doing, let's do it. And the next day well all be back to normal. What do you say?"
Most of the girls were very interested in her plot. A few entertained doubts but they looked like they could be swung around. One of them, Sandy, raised her hand. "One fantasy I have," she said, "is to humiliate Grace. Any of you girls into that?"
"Yeah! I" People looked up at the wholehearted yell of approval we girls gave that notion. Grace the personnel officer, middle-aged and bitter, a dyke in Bloomingdale clothing, a spinster who pretended she had turned down one too many man, whereas in fact she had turned on to one too many woman. She treated us girls like dirt to get even for our youth and desirability. There was nothing we could do about it without jeopardizing our jobs, either, because it was Grace who had the power to hire and fire. But in this new moral climate all the girls were willing to chance it.
"After all," said Sandy, "what does it matter if we get fired? A year on unemployment suits me just fine. Besides, they're looking for secretaries all over the city, we've got no worries."
"That's right!" I was amazed at the change one woman had wrought. No longer were we timid or careful; we weighed the odds and found they were on our side. So it was decided that the twelve of us would get into action the next day, no holds barred.
It began early next morning. As soon as I got into the office I went to the bathroom and removed my pantyhose, panties, and even my bra. I had never dared to go public without my bra until that moment, but when I looked into the mirror I saw that my tits remained upright even without the infernal garment, so I threw it into the garbage for good measure. Now that the undies were gone I had on only a dress that came down to within a few inches of the knees, and a pair of shoes-nothing else! It was like the first time I had swum in the nude, quickly, covertly on Sunday while the family was picnicking, incredible exhilaration, feeling water flow along every part of my body; and now it was air, cool air brushing against my upper thighs, cooling my pussy, traveling up as far as my loose, bouncing breasts.
Mr. Daniels was waiting to dictate a letter because he bad to leave town that morning. Trembling with impatience he yelled for me to get my pad and pencil and to "get my ass in here!" I would, I would. I occupied the usual chair slightly off to the side of his desk and facing him, and I crossed my legs rather loosely so that he would be able to see the lower curve of my thigh where my leg turned to ass, and even a dark patch of hair if he craned his neck. He started with the usual "Dear Sir," rattled through the preamble, and it was when he reached the substance that he noticed the change in me.
"It is with deep regret that I must inform you...that.. . er...your policy has been cancelled...oh my God!"
"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Daniels?" I asked.
"No, no, nothing's wrong." I saw him wrench his eyes away from my thighs and reach for a handkerchief with which to mop his brow. I kept looking at him and he did his best to be normal but it was no use. He couldn't stop himself from glancing down at that shady patch between my thighs. And to keep him motivated I crossed my legs the other way, taking care to flash him a big beaver shot on the way. He groaned but still he said nothing. Perhaps he figured I'd forgotten to put on my panties and if he told me I'd ruin his fun. All the better for the plan.
He tried to keep on dictating but the sentences just weren't falling into place. In the end he got annoyed and said: "Oh never mind, just do your filing and well attend to this letter when I get back."
A good move on his part. The filing cabinets were in his office and whenever I filed I had my back to him and, of course, I had to bend to get at the lower drawers. I fetched the pile of papers and got to work without a murmur of protest. To tease him I began with the upper drawer. I could feel his eyes on me. There wasn't a sound behind me. Usually he was busy on the phone or moving papers around his desk, but not that morning. The middle drawer was next and I had to bend a little to get at it. I felt a slight coolness about the lower part of my buns and figured a little of my ass had to be showing. It made me feel like a real tramp to be flashing my flesh this way, so bad and wicked and uninhibited! There were a lot of papers to go into the middle drawer and time must have really dragged for Mr. Daniels. At last I came to the bottom drawer and now I Bent over without the least regard for decency. I heard him take in a sharp breath, followed by a tiny, despairing moan. I turned around without straightening up and found his eyes riveted to my ass. Even my inquiring look couldn't distract him. He was pale and his tongue licked at his lips nervously. I went back to work, filing slowly and flashing a lot of beaver at my boss.
"Gena...oh Jesus, I can't go through with this...Gena, I..." He rushed at me and fell to his knees behind me. His face pushed in between my thighs and his mouth tried to get at my cunt, but I wasn't having any of that.
"Mr. Daniels!" I cried. "Whatever's gotten into you!"
I must have you, you shouldn't tease me this way, please Gena, just a nibble, a touch, I won't ask for more." His hands were trying to get up under my dress but he was too disorganized to get any place. And I backed off coyly, slapping his hands away with the papers and protesting my innocence. When he wouldn't desist I threatened to scream, and at last he got a hold on himself. "No, don't do that, I'll behave." He sat back in his chair, visibly upset, and he asked: "But if you don't want me to, why didn't you wear underpants and all that other stuff?"
"Mr. Daniels, I don't believe my ears! What is it, spring or something? The very idea! Of course I'm wearing panties, I wouldn't be caught dead without them-if it's any business of yours." I bent over the bottom drawer again and aggravated his condition immensely. It made me feel great to know how susceptible he was to the parts of my body. Men could be enticed so easily, there really wasn't anything te it, and I used all of my assets on him until he was clinging to his chair to stop himself from attacking me. I knew now how a lion tamer felt in the cage with all his charges.
"I've had enough of this," muttered my boss suddenly. "I'm leaving now before it's too late. I'm a happily married man, I don't need this!" I watched him hurry down the corridor and, as I expected, he went into the men's room to take care of his own business.
The other girls hadn't been idle either to judge by the disconcerted expressions on the executives' faces. Their staid, complacent fronts had been shattered to lay bare the faces of feverish adolescents. They couldn't walk straight anymore. Each girl that passed them had to be scrutinized, they exchanged silly grins, went into their offices only to emerge a minute later so they could hang about in the corridor and shoot some more beaver.
The phone rang on my desk and it was Grace calling. "Since Mr. Daniels is going away for the day," she told me in her crisp, bitchy voice, "you can work with Mr. Porter's administrative assistant this afternoon, right after lunch. You won't forget, will you?"
"I'll make a note of it, Grace," I said. Sandy was sitting at her desk doing nothing but turning about on her chair to an audience of surreptitious junior executives who were utterly focused on her thighs. I went over and perched on her desk as if for an idle chat, but I was flashing just as much. Finally one of the bolder executives came over and asked us why none of the girls were wearing panties. "Aren't we?" I asked. "How strange, I certainly am. And you can see for yourself." I lifted the skirt of my dress and showed him my nakedness. The muscles in his jaws moved nervously and he shook his head, so I looked down and pretended to be shocked. "Oh my goodness! I must have forgotten!"
"Me too!" exclaimed Sandy, quickly pulling her skirt down. "What are we going to do, Gena? I don't carry a spare pair with me."
"Perhaps you guys would oblige us by not looking?" I suggested. They swore to a man that they would keep their eyes to themselves, and Sandy and I got back to work. The atmosphere in the office was electric. Wherever we looked there were men lurking in doorways and secretaries flashing pussy, and I felt deep in my belly that it wouldn't be long before they would rape us all. I could hardly wait! The liberation had spread to my very soul, I wanted it all and right away, and the idea of a savage, hard cock battering into my cunt hole was enough to make my knees buckle! I took my place at the big desk at the end of the long corridor, right outside of the office occupied by Mr. Porter's administrative assistant, and I watched the goings-on with barely concealed amusement. Amy walked down the corridor with her little titties bouncing and the hem of her dress flouncing high enough to show a bit of cheek, and the men loved it. A black secretary strutted by with her already prominent ass stuck right out, and the sight of the black buns bouncing about drove me crazy-forget about the men! The tension was building fast. A few typewriters clattered onward but none of the men were doing any work at all. Guys came down from the mailroom when the rumor reached them, but they were sent back up by executives who feared competition.
Grace chose a vital moment to come down and check up on me. "Ah, you managed to get to your desk all right, then?" she said nastily. "But I see you haven't seen fit to do any work yet? Perhaps you might get to that next?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, yawning and stretching so luxuriously that my dress rode well up over my thighs and my tits pressed hard into the flimsy material. Grace's mouth fell open and it took her a minute or so to collect herself.
"Young lady!" she exclaimed.' "You are not properly dressed! No bra, no panties, what on earth is the matter with you?" She tried her best to be officious but the old bitch couldn't help taking another look. Instead of pulling my dress down as she expected me to do I leered at her and lifted it right up, spreading my legs so she could peer right up my snatch.
"Eat it, Grace," I said coolly.
"What?! " Overtones of hysteria laced her voice. "You cover your body up right this minute or you can leave the premises! I won't have lewd spectacles in my office!"
"Hey, Grace!" Sandy called out. She stood not far from the personnel officer and as the middle-aged woman turned around Sandy raised her skirt and thrust her pussy out at her like a stripper teasing her audience without mercy. Amy came over and turned her back to Grace only to take a low bow in the direction of the gathering crowd of executives. No one could quite believe what was going on. Mr. Daniels came out of the men's room just in time to be treated to Amy's ass and the tits of another girl who decided they were her best assets. He turned on his heel and went back into the bathroom, no doubt to cultivate more hair on his palms.
Grace was transfixed. She wanted to leave but she couldn't. She wanted to stop us but she didn't really want to. Lust and confusion showed on her face. One moment she came toward me, then she backed off and looked over at the men for help. But they weren't about to extend her a hand. They wanted to see what could possibly happen next. We didn't keep them waiting long. All twelve girls came toward Grace now and as they advanced they took off their clothes and shoes, until all of us were stark naked. The surroundings were familiar and yet strange now that we were undressed. The gray carpet and the dully gleaming white walls, the serviceable desks and typewriters, all of it became oddly exotic due to our presence. Grace was in shock. Her eyes were wide open and staring at us wildly.
"Don't worry, Grace," said Amy, "we're not going to hurt you, although a good thrashing would do you the world of good. We're going to make love to you, Grace, we're going to show you how good it is to be nice to other people and in the process we're going to show you a lot about yourself. Okay girls, let's get her!"
The woman tried to escape but it was too late. Twelve pairs of arms grabbed hold of her, clothes tore away from her body as our fingers pulled at whatever we could get at. "HEEEEEE-LP!" she yelled, struggling furiously to get away. "SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE! HEEEEEEELP!! " One man actually tried to dial the police number but the others intervened quickly and firmly. Grace emerged from our group with only a few tatters of clothing hanging from her body, her hair in disarray, and her eyes wilder than ever. "PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME, SOMEBODY HELP!! " The men drew closer to see the rape all the better. Those last tatters were pulled off and now she stood as naked as the rest of us, too embarrassed to move or cover herself.
She wasn't in bad shape, I thought. Her ass was too big and her waist wasn't easy to find but her tits were big and firm with brown nipples still gazing up at the stars. Her hair, normally tied back in a severe bun, now hung loose and her hard features were softened by sheer fear. She managed to bring her hands in front of her gray pubic bush but that still left her tits out on display. We let her stand there just so she could savor her humiliation, but in doing-so we also gave her time to collect her senses.
"You nasty young bitches!" she snarled suddenly, and in defiance of the odds she attacked us! Her claws drawn, teeth bared, she came at us like a wildcat and several of us got badly scratched before a rain of blows made her back off. This time we gave her no chance to catch her breath. We leaped on her and brought her down to the floor, pinning her there with the weight of our bodies. I was right in the thick of it, reveling in the close contact with so much female flesh. Everywhere I looked there were pussies and buns and tits and other good things to eat, and I couldn't resist a little nibble at the nearest nipple. But now it also became clear that not all the secretaries were into other women. A lot of them had their eye on one of the executives, a young guy who had joined the company a few months earlier and had shown himself to be impervious to the work. He loved women and the women responded by loving him. Even I had a soft spot for him, but when I saw one or two of the girls drifting toward him I decided to stick with Grace instead.
Grace had stopped struggling. She lay on her back and panted, muttering a few curses now and then as if to satisfy the demands of society, but underneath it all enjoying herself most perversely. Amy and I were her most avid assaulter, and pretty soon we were the only ones. At first the girls had yelled that we ought to stick a broom up her cunt or that we all piss on her, but the executives had taken off their clothes and were drawing the girls away from the huddle one by one.
"Sit on her face, quick!" hissed Amy. I did as I was told and watched as my friend went down on the gray-haired pussy. It was easy to tell that Grace was juicy. Within seconds I heard Amy slobbering down there and sucking up the sap, and at the same time Grace's tongue and lips began to make waves inside my pussy. But my mind was on other things. That young executive had selected one woman with whom to make love, Sandy, and when I saw the cock she was about to receive I went green with envy.
He looked so beautiful to me, so strong with hair on his chest and a cock that reared up out of a dark pubic bush like a brown stallion. His thighs rippled with muscle and I could feel them pressing hard, against my sides as he rode me into ecstasy. Dark hair grew on them and dark hair sprouted out from between his muscular buns, and it was as though my body knew about men even though I didn't, some kind of atavistic memory activated by the sight of so much manhood. The taste buds in my mouth were alerted to a new sensation, something musky, salty, and sweaty, and as Grace ate my pussy my fantasies about him became more and more feverish. His cock could choke me from either end, his balls could dangle down my throat, my tongue could skitter down the tight slopes of his ass and disappear in that hairy valley to taste...to lick...and to go right back to his front to get at those heavy, low-slung balls! Sandy seemed to be on the same trail. I watched her covetously as she began to make love to the man, licking him and sucking at his skin, running her hands along his broad chest and fiddling with his hairs there. And he stood with his hands supporting him on a desk behind him, smiling down at her and occasionally grinning at me. He couldn't mistake the intention of my stare, could he? I signalled him with all my strength, rescue me, take me, make me your own! Ah, but he was happy, Sandy had reached his belly button and she was promising to go further. I couldn't believe my eyes or my body when she closed her lips around his cock. That looked so delicious! I had to do it, there were plenty of dicks around me, all I had to do was reach out and grab one!
But I couldn't. Amy tired of sucking Grace's cunt and she sat with her ass between the woman's legs, pulsing her pussy against hers and reaching for me to take me into an embrace so she could kiss me on the lips. I tasted Grace's cunt in her spit, a tart, heady taste that made me feel like going down on her myself. But one of my eyes stayed open to look past my friend's head at the executive getting head from Sandy. Yes, he loved it more than anything. His face wore the look of utter contentment that one sees on the faces of babies or well-fed dogs. Her head was moving back and forth and I was just able to see her lips sliding along the thick shaft of his cock, wet and gleaming now, and ever so hard. Inside I was dying but for Amy's sake I moaned a bit and worked my tongue deep into her mouth. Grace sucked at my cunt with dogged determination and ground her cunt into Amy's with the sole purpose of climaxing.
The other girls had found partners now and those executives who hadn't been selected in the first muster, waited their turn impatiently. Some were jerking off very slowly, their eyes riveted to the nearest female part. Others stood against the wall and tried to hide their raging erections from their friends. They wanted to look cool, as though they had had sex before, but none of them could hide his flushes and throbbing hard-on, and in the end none of them bothered. The wall flowers came nearer to the occupied couples and took to stroking breasts and buns, or fingered an unoccupied pussy. The girls had forgotten all about the purpose of our demonstration. They were getting laid and that was better than working any day!
"Fuck her like you did me," I heard Amy whisper. Without thinking about it I changed positions with her and lay on top of Grace. The woman looked up at me with glassy eyes and when I started caressing her big tits and moving my pussy into that gray knoll of pubic hair, she didn't seem to understand what was happening. "Go on," Amy urged, "make her cry like a baby!"
In this position my back was to the other people and I figured it was as well to make the best of it. I began to make love deliberately and thoroughly to Grace. Her big tits intrigued me and both my hands came up to squeeze them tightly while my mouth went from one nipple to the other to suck as hard as I could. When I closed my eyes a most delightful feeling swept through me, one of security and bliss such as I hadn't known in years. Her tits were a haven, a cuddly cubbyhole in which I alone could play. And play I did. I pressed them, pinched them, dug my fingers into them until she squealed in pain, I bit them and licked them all over, I sucked on her nipples until they were as hard little bullets, and all the while my horny loins undulated over hers, chafing our cunts together and regaling our clitorises with a harsh massage that made us shake all over. Now we were getting places. I had forgotten about the fucking and the sucking going on behind me. All I knew was that Amy stood over us with one leg up on the desk and both her hands up her crotch, that Grace was under me moaning and whining, and that I was making love to her as well as anyone could.
I fingered her a little and caressed her inner thighs, but I stuck with her tits as long as that excited us. And when she started to fuck harder and moan less, I reached down and wormed my hands in between her ass and the carpet, and pulled her ass open till I could get my fingers to her orifices. But my face stayed at her tits, biting and licking her with great zeal and pleasure. "What a big ass you've got!" I muttered as my hands dug deep into her soft flesh. She was totally relaxed down there and it felt as though her ass was made up of two big smooth bags three quarters full of thick cream, incredibly squeezable and sensual, and in a burst of passion I bashed my cunt against hers like I really had a cock of my own. "A big-assed bitch, that's what you are, and I'll bet you've got a cunt as big as an elevator shaft!" I hissed, grabbing at her viciously to hurt her and satisfy my lust for her flesh. She cried out but lifted her ass so I could get at the rest.
I found her cunt and it was a beauty! Thick lips ran from her ass-hole to her pubic bone, wide apart and spilling over with slippery inner lips that bulged out so far it was a wonder she could ever close her cunt. My fingers slid into her sticky hole one, two, three, lodging up there in a bunch and filling her. But that was only for the moment. Grace could hold more than that, and after I had finger-fucked her for a bit she was so loose and wet that it had no effect on her. I added a fourth finger and placed the back of my hand against my cunt to pretend-fuck her again. It was good for a few minutes but then her cunt yawned as if bored by it all.
"I can't believe this!" I said, and I sat up in between her big thighs to look at what was going on. Her cunt had four fingers between its lips, right up the hole, and I jiggled them around a bit to see if there really was room for more or if that was imagination. Amy told me to try it and Grace just moaned helplessly. Her big hips moved slowly up and down like an idling engine about to take off at full pelt, and I added my thumb to the bunch very cautiously.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! " Grace sighed. Her legs parted until her thighs were at right angles to her torso and she lifted her hips again. Now my whole hand slipped part of the way into her cunt, and I withdrew with a cry of alarm. My own pussy reacted with vicarious panic at the sight of so much expansion, and it took me a few seconds to settle down. But then I had to try again. Seeing the personnel officer naked on her back and at my mercy, and seeing my fist slowly disappearing between those hairy lips was a wholly unexpected treat There it went, soughing into her swampy cunt as though it had gotten itself stuck in quicksand, going, going, going...gone! "OOOOOOOWWWWW-AAAAAAAHHHHHI! cried Grace, half sitting up as if to question the sensations boiling up in her body. Then she reclined with a deep, heartfelt sigh and submitted to her lot gracefully.
"Look at that!" marveled Amy. "You know what caused her cunt to become so big, don't you?" And when I shook my head she said: "Dildo's Disease, an ancient syndrome not as yet recognized by the medical profession. But that's a case of too many dildos if ever I've seen one."
I was too busy to ask her to explain. My fist had gone in to the wrist and it cost me quite a lot of effort to move it back and forth. She liked it when I moved my fingers inside that hot, clammy cave, and so I tickled her there until she went bananas on the floor. Screaming, crying and laughing, her body wracked with pleasures I could only guess at, she went through one climax after another, and she made so much noise doing it that a lot of people abandoned their fucking just to take a look at her.
"Let me try something," said Amy. "Don't take your hand out but help me lift her ass higher up, that's it, roll her so her weight is on her shoulders." Grace's legs were in the air for a moment, then they folded back until her knees came to rest by the sides of her head. She didn't seem to notice. My fist pumped in and out of her cunt vertically now and Amy made me move around so that she had complete access to Grace's ass. I began to see what her plan was.
"Oh no, now don't be crazy!" I protested.
"Do it, do it!" said the crowd, hushed and febrile. All their fucking had stopped now, executives and secretaries alike huddled around Grace and us, watching bug-eyed as my fist churned about in her cuntal juices, and as Amy introduced a careful finger up the woman's ass-hole. "Go ahead, do it!" Someone handed Amy a jar of Vaseline and she quickly smeared a large dollop into Grace's ass-hole as well as spreading a thick layer on her hand. I still couldn't accept what she was about to do. One fist was arduous enough, but two! No, it was out of the question, the human body had to have limits.
With the Vaseline to grease her way Amy had no trouble getting the first finger deep in between the puckered sphincters. She dipped it in and out for a while and pulled at the perimeter of the anus as if to loosen it. Grace was oblivious to everything but the climaxes popping off in her mind. She lowed softly like a cow at its springtime peak and squealed as the second finger entered her ass. I stopped moving my fist for a while to give Amy a chance to get settled in. Everyone was bent over Grace's ass now, watching intently like interns observing a surgical team at work. In and out, two fingers, then three, stretching her muscles to the utmost at first, waiting for a little slack and adding the fourth finger as soon as it was possible. Grace bellowed like a foghorn, she was lost in her own agonizing passion, and the redness of her cuntal flesh was matched only by her scarlet face. Amy had trouble worming her bunched fingers into the distended ass-hole. She sweated with the effort of working them around and down, pushing, bearing down on the fingers with the full weight of her body until they subsided into the hole and were slowly swallowed up. She worked the flat of her hand in on the side so that only the thumb stuck out, a reverse birth from the wrong end. And I kept on fist-fucking the personnel officer with mesmeric monotony, in and out, in and out, hot, wet juices slurping about my fingers, hair chafing against my wrist.
"OOOOOoooooOOOOOooooooOOOOHHHHHir groaned Grace. She looked up from between her knees at the two of us, bending over her intently and working her as though she was a marionette. "STOOOOOOPPPP!!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, AAAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOWWI! NO MORE, PLEASE, NO MOOOOOOORRRRE!!"
"Now," hissed Amy. Her hand pulled back out from the greasy hole and her thumb folded into the palm so that the whole lot tapered sufficiently to fit into the wide open anus. She bit her lips and grimaced with the effort of pushing her hand past the barriers of Graces sphincters, and in one big push she managed to get up to her wrist. Grace screamed, not in pain or panic but in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
The crowd around us caught her feverish ecstasy. Men and women were jerking off, solo or mutually, leaning in close so that droplets of sweat fell on Grace's ass like a spring shower. And it wasn't long before white drops joined the sweat, thick dollops of sperm flying out of flushed, strained cocks, balls emptying themselves as if to lubricate our fucking fists. Somewhere a woman was getting laid fervently, but no one took any notice. They watched and joined in until there wasn't anything left. One by one the executives drifted over to the pile of clothing and got dressed as if to cover their shame. The secretaries reached their climaxes and felt the same naked vulnerability here in the office environment. Only Amy and I went on, inspired by erotic vindictiveness.
But even for us the game lost its novelty. I withdrew my fist first, mainly because the circulation had been cut off for too long by the nipping cunt of our personnel officer. Amy followed suit a few minutes later, and the two of us were happy to take a breather from our labors. As for Grace, she lay on the ground, flat on her back, and kept asking herself what was going on. Eventually she sat up and looked around, pinched herself, and asked us to explain. We just shrugged.
"No, tell me!" she insisted. "What was the idea behind this? Did you want to humiliate me in front of everyone? Or did this just happen spontaneously?"
"It just happened." Amy stuck her cigarette in her mouth and began to put her clothes on. I just wanted to go home. My body felt empty and useless, and the smell of cunt began to sicken me. Each time I raised my hands to my face I got a powerful whiff of it
"I don't think so," said Grace. "I think you two cooked this whole thing up in your evil little minds! Well, you're going to pay for this. I'll get you fired today for having fun at my expense."
"Do what you like," said Amy. "I'd enjoy collecting unemployment for a year. Besides, you loved every minute of it. Look at you, you're still naked like you're hoping we'll attack you again. You couldn't get enough pussy if you had ten office parties like this one per day." They started arguing but I didn't even want to know about it. I picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up and dress. A number of the other girls were there, sitting around and smoking, just trying to catch their breath before returning to real life.
"Wow, Gena, that was great!" said Sandy. She stood in front of the mirror and examined her bruised breasts. "That guy from accounting really put it to me! Do you think we could do this every week?"
"It wasn't supposed to be a party!" I said testily. "We were supposed to show those executives what ass-holes they are, and instead we gave them the time of their nasty little fives I"
"Oh, that's not important," sniffed another girl. "Besides, we ruined the whole working day for them, didn't we? And who knows what this will lead to. Mr. Overs seemed very interested in me, personally."
"He's married with three kids," said another member of our group. "That can be changed."
"You girls make me sick," I said. "None of you can think any deeper than your pussies." I went into one of the cubicles and slammed the door so I could take a leak in peace. The girls just giggled and went on with their gossiping.
When I emerged from the bathroom Amy and Grace were still in the hallway arguing the point Naked Grace, her big tits bobbing furiously as she gesticulated, and yelled, her big thighs shivering with every movement, an aging earth mother next to a slender sylph in secretary's clothing. The corridor was empty but for them. As I approached them to go back to my desk outside Mr. Porter's administrative assistant's office, I saw the executives going back to work, and with them came the all too familiar atmosphere of paper work in progress. There was something unutterably stale about that and right then I knew what if was like to return to the farm once I'd seen gay Paree. But I would endure, I would go back to my desk and type letters, I would do it because I didn't know whether I preferred security to happiness.
"Grace! Is that you?" The door opened and Mr. Porter stood there staring at Grace as if she was a ghost. "No, my eyes must be playing tricks on me! Are you really naked?"
"Mr. Porter, let me explain. You see these two girls stripped me of my clothes and they did all sorts of disgusting things to me in front of everyone. I want you to fire them, sir, right now, they're not worthy to work for your company!" The words came out like machine gun bullets and Mr. Porter seemed taken aback by it all. He looked at me and at Amy and it must have seemed to him like a case of a man biting a dog.
"Is that true?" he asked us.
"She just went berserk," said Amy deadpan, "and ripped off her own clothes and begged us to do lewd things to her. But we're not that kind. I think she's been working too hard, Mr. Porter, she just snapped, that's all."
"I have witnesses!" cried Grace, and she went from office to office until she found an executive who was willing to testify that we had raped her. She found one soon enough, a milquetoast who'd been at the company for thirty years. He confirmed her story and added that it was the worst thing he had ever seen in his life. Mr. Porter was less than upset about die whole issue, though. He dismissed the witness and told Grace to wait outside his office while he talked with us.
"I'll have to fire you, of course," he said when we were alone. "I couldn't let this sort of conduct go by unpunished, you do understand that don't you? Good. But I don't want you two to disappear either. If you don't mind the sort of work I have in mind I could throw a good living your way."
"What do you mean exactly," said Amy, who knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, it's after hours and supine work," said Mr. Porter. "I can't tell you any more than that, but be sure to leave your address with me and I'll contact you in a week or so."
"That sounds very interesting." We thanked our former employer and left his office looking anything but glum. I was just glad to have been fired, to be kicked off the farm. But Amy was way ahead of me. She saw the business that was coming our way before I even knew we were eligible.