Chapter 8
Donna forced herself to go to work, knowing that an additional absence, without a doctor's certificate to substantiate it, would go against her record. Mitch nodded a friendly greeting when she entered the cloak room and seemed a little more attentive than usual. She returned the greeting, pleased that he had noticed her.
"Hope everything's okay," he whispered as she slipped by him to hang up her coat.
She assured him it was, placed her jacket on the rack and hurried forward to her counter. Tony Lampson nodded in her direction as she scurried past his desk, then returned his attention to a form he was studying.
Donna was placing carbon in her sales book when Mitch caught up with her.
"Thought you might like to see the pictures," he stated, leaning over the counter.
Donna tucked the slip of carbon paper between the leaves of her sales book before answering. She eyed him casually, only partially interested in what he was saying.
"I did see them, remember?"
He met her gaze with a faint grin. "Sure. Thought you might want to see some more."
"Like what?"
Mitch reached for the hand holding the sales book. His fingers closed over her wrist. The action gave Donna a feeling of self-consciousness and she pulled her hand away. "Not here!" she chided. "People are watching."
Mitch nodded toward the back of the store. "How about back there?"
"No."
"I could show the pictures to the kids upstairs!"
Donna's hand froze in a poised position above the sales book and she turned pained eyes to view the boy she had considered her friend.
"Show the pictures upstairs?" she asked, her voice husky with fear.
Mitch nodded.
"In the office... " He nodded again.
"But Robert... " The sly grin became a twisted smirk. "Robert sees everything that goes around the office."
"You wouldn't do that!" Donna blurted hopefully.
The smirk grew deeper. "Not if you do something for me."
Blackmail! Donna's heart almost stopped beating. That had to be the reason Mitch had taken the pictures. So he could blackmail her. He obviously wanted money.
"I can't pay you," she whispered in a hoarse whisper. "I don't have any money. Not any at all."
Mitch leaned closer to her, his eyes gazing boldly into her own. "Not money, honey. Cunt, just cunt."
"Cunt... " Her lips formed the horrible word. "You want me... "
"Fuck, honey. I want to eat your little cunt, then fuck you. I've got a big hardon for you."
Donna wailed, "Oh no!" The cry burst from her lips before she could think and she twisted, looking to see if anyone had heard. Tony Lampson was still at his desk, studying his morning stock sheets. She smiled faintly in his direction and turned her back so he couldn't see her anguish.
"I couldn't do that," she whispered.
The smirk became a little drawn on his lean face and Mitch frowned. "You fucked Leonard, why not me?"
Donna was completely dumbfounded by the statement. How had Mitch learned about she and Leonard? Leonard had promised not to tell. Her feelings of amazement turned to ones of fear. Now Mitch knew. If he should show the pictures of she and Mitch fucking and also told him about her involvement with Leonard, her entire future would be dead. He would consider her nothing more than a cheap whore and would never ask her to marry him.
She peered across the counter at Mitch. "You won't tell?" she asked hopefully. "Not ever?"
Mitch appeared vastly pleased that his campaign had achieved results so quickly. His eyes sparkled and he pushed a lock of brown hair back from his forehead. "Not ever," he promised.
Donna put her book away and followed Mitch to the back of the store. She wanted to pretend they were going back to look for merchandise. If she could make herself believe it, perhaps her face wouldn't show the concern she was feeling inside. With the holiday season approaching, it was quite common for the clerks to have to look for a special item for a particular customer and they then had to go back to the stock rooms to find it. She hoped that no one had noticed that Mitch was the only person who had been to her counter since she opened for the morning.
She followed Mitch through door after door, feeling a sense of doing something from habit, until he found one he was satisfied with. It was quite small, she noticed when he had turned on a light, and contained nothing but shabby looking carpet display racks and a number of carpet remnants, one atop of the other, on the floor. To Donna, it looked suspiciously like they had been arranged for a specific purpose.
She stared apprehensively at the pile of carpet, paying little attention to what Mitch was doing behind her.
"Locking up," he told her, coming around beside her. "Don't want anybody busting in."
Donna closed her lips to keep back the sob that was so close to them. Now, she couldn't get away. She would have to let Mitch fuck her.
Naturally he would want her to undress.
She reached for the back zipper of her dress, straining her arm to reach it. Mitch pulled the zipper down her back and she could hear him muttering something. The dress, relieved of the tension of the fastener, dropped off her shoulders and, when she wiggled, dropped to her waist, baring her firm round breasts. She pushed it farther down her body, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Her pink skin looked warm and inviting in the glow of the one small bulb and the skimpy bikini panties served only to entice and enhance the small region they were supposed to hide.
Mitch surveyed her slender figure with appreciative eyes and licked his lips.
"Beautiful tits," he commented. "I like sucking your tits."
Donna removed the skimpy panties and tossed them onto the dress pile, then she peered reluctantly at the pile of carpets.
'It isn't exactly a bed, honey," Mitch said, noting her reluctance. "But it ain't bad."
Donna was still afraid to speak. She could see the way he was viewing her pussy and it frightened. He had been so kind, so considerate when they were in his apartment that she found it difficult to understand why he was acting this way now.
He was viewing her with an amused smile.
"Make with the skin, baby," snickered. He grasped her arms pulling her in close, pressing her body tight to his own. She could feel the rough fabric of his pants on her stomach and the metal of his belt buckle was cold on her skin. His hand patted her on the back, worked down to the cheeks of her round little ass and slapped it lightly with his hand.
"You're beautiful," he murmured in her ear. "I've dreamed about your luscious cunt."
Then he backed away and began to undress, unbuckling the belt, unzipping his fly, forcing his pants down over his hips and attempting to take them off over his shoes. It wouldn't work and he had to squat, untie his shoes and remove them before removing his pants. To Donna, the situation could have been funny if she hadn't been so unhappy.
Men wore such an awful lot of clothing, she thought. They wore pants and shirts and undershirts and shorts and, sometimes, even a jockstrap. Robert had shown her his jockstrap once. He had worn it while playing basketball and hadn't taken it off before coming home. He had taken it off in the bathroom and the thing had left his penis all twisted up with little squiggly lines on the skin, caused by the tightness of it over the restrained flesh. She had intended to ask him if it hurt. When he had taken it off, his prick had began to grow and got so hard it had frightened her. It wasn't until he had thrust it into her cunt that she had forgotten how sorry it had looked. She wondered if Mitch had ever worn a jockstrap and if his cock would look as pitiful as Robert's had.
She waited anxiously while Mitch removed his pants, then watched intently as he removed the jocky type shorts he was wearing. He had worn Bermuda shorts before, she remembered. They had hung loose on his body and did nothing for him. These, she decided, were much better. They fit tight around his waist and across his groin and fit snugly over his balls. When he removed them, his penis flopped down, hanging limply at an angle, then began to stretch. It was rather fun to watch.
Mitch held his cock up, pointing it at her.
"Suck it," he suggested. He gave her a broad grin, as if he was pleased with the size of his organ.
"I'd rather jack you off," Donna retorted. She touched it, timidly, then squeezed the head of the growing penis. She had intended the statement as a joke but Mitch was delighted.
"Yeah," he beamed happily. "Then I'll fingerfuck you."
"Who goes first?"
"You."
She grasped the growing cock in her full hand and squeezed it gently. It was getting bigger, longer, rounder.
Mitch sighed. "That's great," he whispered.
Donna held her fingers loose around the growing shaft, barely touching the soft skin with her fingertips. She moved her hand up and down, gently massaging the warm flesh, rubbing from the round, pink knob, back to the soft kinky hair that surrounded Mitch's organ.
Mitch sighed again. "That's really great!" he told her.
Her fear was suddenly gone and in its place was a feeling of anticipation. The growing prick in her fingers was so soft, so pleasant that it seemed a shame to spoil it with a method so gross, so primitive.
She gave Mitch a warm smile. "It's too nice to waste like this. I'd rather suck it."
"Oh, yes." Mitch moaned. "Suck the shit out of it."
"I want you to be happy, Mitch. Sucking a cock does an awful lot for a man. I'm going to suck it real good."
"Stick it in your mouth, baby. I've got a big load for you."
Donna could feel the blood pulsing through the growing prick and long purple lines traced the blood veins along the length of it. The flaccid skin was becoming tighter and the pink knob on the end of it was becoming smooth and shiny.
"Suck it, honey! Suck the shit out of it!" Mitch burbled.
Donna worked her fingers slowly along the shaft, touching it lightly with the tips, massaging the skin. It responded to her touch, becoming rigid, turning a pale pink and thrusting outward like a battering ram. She held the prick up, rubbed the knob against her lips, then opened her mouth. She licked it lightly with her tongue, then drew it slowly in between her teeth. She clamped her lips around the throbbing shaft, drawing it farther into her mouth, lapping it rapidly with her tongue.
Mitch stood poised, his legs spread, his head elevated, his eyes closed. He was completely lost in the ecstasy of what was happening to his prick. Twinges of pleasure erupted around his asshole, then crawled up the tender skin to the base of his cock. There, it stabbed along the length of his prick to the tender head. He cooed softly to himself and arched his groin forward so that every inch of his pulsating prick would be enveloped by her tender mouth.
Donna sucked hard, drawing his cock into her mouth as far as possible. With her free hand, she grasped the sack housing his balls and squeezed gently, moving her fingers up and down the sensitive bag. Each stab of her tongue and each touch of her fingers brought a gasp of joy from Mitch.
Donna moved her head back and forth, dragging her moist lips along the tight skin of his hard prick. At the same time, her tongue lapped around the end of it, massaging the tender pink knob. Mitch cooed softly, giving vent to his pleasure.
"That's it, honey! Lick the shit out of it! My ass feels like it will explode!"
Donna tightened her lips over the pulsating prick.
"Bite it, honey." Mitch cooed. "Bite it hard!"
Donna thrust the stiff prick in, then out, of her mouth, pausing on the out stroke to lap the pink knob with deft motions of her tongue. Mitch was moaning and making sounds she couldn't understand. She continued to squeeze his balls, kneading the sack with gentle fingers. Each time she squeezed, he lifted himself on tiptoe, then sank back down again. Each time, he muttered to himself. "Shit... oh shit... OH SHIIITTTTTTTTT!"
Neither of them heard the scraping of the door lock or noticed the knob turn slowly. It wasn't until the door was pushed open that they both turned startled eyes, to look into the face of Tony Lampson, the floor supervisor.
"So this is where you are." Lampson stated sarcastically. "I wondered where you were going in such a hurry."
Donna Delong wanted to sink into the concrete floor and never come back to life again. For the second time in her life, she had been caught in a sexual involvement by Tony Lampson. She felt mortified, humiliated, and slightly mad.
She stared helplessly into the frowning face and keen blue eyes.
"You could have invited me to join you," Lampson said with a sneer. Donna wanted to cry out, to explain why she was there. She had to do it to keep Robert from seeing the pictures. She removed Mitch's cock from her mouth and wiped her lips with her hand.
"I didn't mean... " she whispered hoarsely. "I didn't... " Lampson laughed, then slipped into the room and closed the door. "A little whore like you never means anything," he stated sarcastically. "You like cock and you don't care what horse it's on."
Mitch turned a pale face to meet the accusation.
"Leave her alone," he said, sticking up for Donna. "She came because I told her to."
Lampson grunted to show his disdain. "And she'll come if anybody else tells her to," he snorted. "These little bitches are all alike."
Mitch attempted to overcome Lampson's accusations. "She really isn't... " he tried to say, "She didn't... " Lampson gave a lopsided grin and his eyebrows knitted in disbelief. "These backroom whores never intend to do anything. They have a cunt and they want to be sure everyone gets a crack at it."
Donna glared at the person of Tony Lampson. She cried, "Shut up, both of you!" She climbed to her feet and reached for her clothing.
"You insisted I let you fuck me!" she cried. "I did! Now you call me a whore!"
Lampson was visibly irritated by Donna's declaration and defiance and he hastened to declare his own innocence.
"You were fucking Leonard," he chided. "Anybody who fucks Leonard is a whore."
Donna could see there was little use in attempting to explain. Lampson had decided in his own mind and wouldn't change it. But now he was in a position that he couldn't tell anyone about it. If Mitch showed the pictures to the office now, he could be fired and be blackballed so he could never find another job. If Lampson said anything, he could be fired and lose all of his pension rights. Something nice was happening for Donna. Suddenly she was free of the hold that both men had on her and she would never need to give in to either of them again. Now that the three of them had reached an impasse, there was no need to continue doing something she didn't want to do. She hurriedly donned her skimpy panties, her dress and shoes. Mitch watched, undecided as to what to do.
"Don't do this, Donna," he pleaded. "My cock is burning up."
"Finish him off," Lampson urged. "Then you can suck me off."
Donna gave both a soft smile and turned to the door. "Sorry," she stated with newfound strength. "You can suck each other off. I'm going home and Mr. Lampson can put me down for sick pay for today." She flounced to the door and grasped the knob. Then she turned back to give them her parting shot. "... because you both make me sick," she finished. Then she slipped through the door and pulled it tightly shut behind her. Whatever went on between Mitch and Lampson was no longer a concern of hers. She had found a new freedom and intended to exercise it as much as possible.