Chapter 2
There were three empty visitor parkinG-spots between two cars, and Jo-Jo still had trouble getting into one without banging into another car. She came so close to changing her mind and going back home. Andrea was right, this was outlandish, and she didn't know why she let herself get suckered into it.
But she had bathed and powdered and perfumed and dressed especially for the occasion, so she might as well at least stop in and say hello to Rob. Saying hello didn't obligate her to doing what Andrea wanted.
She got out of the car, remembered to lock it, and smoothed down the miniskirt of her white linen suit. She seldom wore a bra and often didn't wear panties, but today she felt awfully exposed without at least one piece of underwear. She shouldn't have thought of the word piece, it reminded her why she was there, and made her more nervous.
The high heels of her white summer sandals clacked loudly as she walked down the tiled hall to the elevators, and she wondered why she had chosen fuck-me shoes. Why not nice sensible pumps with medium heels? They would make her legs look just as good and wouldn't give the wrong impression.
She stabbed the elevator button for Rob's floor and stood against the back of the car, staring at the ceiling. She didn't remember ever looking up when she was riding in an elevator. If someone asked her later what the ceiling of the car looked like, she wouldn't be able to tell them. She hoped that no one else got on before she reached Rob's floor. They could take one look at her and know she was on her way to brighten up some guy's day with a terrific piece of ass.
She stabbed the stop button, then immediately stabbed the start button. Why shouldn't she fuck Rob? She was a terrific piece of ass, if she did say so herself, and she was only doing what Andrea asked.
Why did Andrea ask her to visit Rob this way? Did she lie, was she up to something that wasn't merely outlandish, but nefarious as well? She didn't think Andrea had ever lied to her about anything, but how could she be sure? Suppose Rob thought it was a joke and told her to be on her way? She'd been rejected before and it hadn't destroyed her ego, but being rejected by Rob would. She reached for the stop button, but before she could touch it, the car stopped and the doors opened.
She went down the hall with her heart in her mouth, beating a mile a minute, and entered Rob's office before she could change her mind.
Rob's secretary was a woman who looked to be in her forties. It was hard to tell. Her long shapeless dress looked as if it came off the bargain rack of a secondhand store, she wasn't wearing a trace of make-up, her hair was pulled into a bun on the back of her head-Jo-Jo assumed there was a lot of it, the bun was pretty big-and her big glasses with black plastic frames gave her an owlish look. The sign on her desk said her name as Edith Novak.
Jo-Jo couldn't decide if Edith's hair was black or brown, something in between, or neither, with a few streaks of gray thrown in to confuse the situation even more. In any case, she was sure Rob could do better-until she realized that Edith's fingers were flying over her computer keyboard so fast, they looked blurry. Well, she might be as efficient as they come, but she certainly wasn't pretty enough to preside over a vice president's outer office. In Jo-Jo's opinion, anyway.
Edith's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as she looked up and said, "May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Jo-Jo Howard, and I'd like to see Mr. Kirby on a personal matter, a very important personal matter."
Edith's fingers didn't miss a stroke as she said, "You don't have an appointment."
How does she do that? Maybe she's just typing gibberish, trying to look busy to impress the boss. Jo-Jo put on a saccharine smile. Damn it, woman, this is hard enough for me already, don't make it worse! "I'm a personal friend, not a business associate. Please tell Mr. Kirby that I'm here and ask if he'll see me."
Edith stopped pummeling the keyboard, picked up the phone and punched a button. "Yes, there's a Miss Howard here. Says she's a personal friend, and wants to know if you'll see her." She put down the phone and smiled for the first time. "He said if I let you get away, he'll skin me alive, so you'd better get in there. I like my skin."
You 're probably the only one, Jo-Jo said to herself. She gave the dowdy secretary a weak smile, then turned and hurried to the door of Rob's office before her feet got any colder.
Rob met Jo-Jo at the door with a big smile and an extended hand. "Hello, Jo-Jo, this is a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, thank you," she said, "black, no sugar."
"Same way I take mine, the only way to enjoy the true taste of good coffee. Edith, two coffees, please."
He seated her on the couch in front of his desk and sat across the coffee table from her, in a large leather chair. "You seem uptight, Jo-Jo. Do I make you nervous?"
She laughed nervously. "Yes," she said.
"I like your honesty." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her steadily. "The man who used to have this job took his coffee so thick you could barely pour it. He said there was no such thing as strong coffee, only weak people. He liked strong people. So do I."
Jo-Jo looked at him and smiled. She didn't think he expected her to reply. She didn't know what to say in any case.
"You look fabulous, as usual, Jo-Jo, and I know I'm stepping over the line, but I have to say it. You look good enough to eat."
He had opened the door a crack, and she knew what to say now. "There is no line between me and you, Rob," she said softly, then chuckled sexily, "but you'd better have a big appetite." She made no effort to keep her short skirt from riding up and exposing most of her thigh as she crossed her legs and idly swung her foot.
"So, what motivated you to brighten up my day?"
"I like your office," she said, ducking the question until Edith brought the coffee and got out of the way.
"One of the perks of the job," Rob said, not pushing her, figuring she had something to say that she didn't want anybody to hear.
"Your secretary doesn't seem to go with the rest of the decor."
"Don't let the way she dresses fool you. She's a lot more than she appears, and she's also the most efficient secretary I've ever had." He cocked his head and arched one eyebrow slightly. "But you didn't come all the way down her to discuss my secretary."
"Just making an observation. One of the advantages of being a well-off young widow is not having to answer to a boss. If I want to visit a handsome friend during the day, I don't have to ask for time off."
He supposed she would get around to the purpose of her visit eventually, and he was in no hurry. Even if he had a heavy schedule, which he didn't, he would take the time to enjoy the company of a one of the most desirable girls he knew, next to his wife, of course.
"I didn't know your late husband. Andrea said he was killed in an accident."
"Yes, mountain climbing," Jo-Jo said. "He was a daredevil, Rob, impulsive and irresponsible, with too much testosterone for his own good."
"A man without testosterone isn't a man."
"And a girl without a temper is a dud in bed, not worthy of a real man, but his gonads ruled him. He climbed without a partner or ropes, and it caught up with him. If the mountain hadn't, some jealous husband probably would have. He spent more time in other beds than he did ours. He didn't believe in insurance, in leaving a rich widow so some another guy could live it up on his money with his wife, as he put it. Fortunately, about six months before he killed himself, one of our credit card companies offered a two million dollar accident policy for twenty bucks a month, and I took it. The insurance company balked, but the coroner ruled his death an accident, so they had to pay. I can't live high on the hog, but I do okay."
"Sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders."
"Not all the time, I married him."
"Okay," he chuckled, "you've got a pretty head on your shoulders."
"I didn't think you noticed."
Edith served the coffee, gave Jo-Jo a scrutinizing look before she left, and Jo-Jo had the impression that Edith knew why she was there.
"Okay," Rob said, "you've beat around the bush until Edith served the coffee, now tell me why you're here. Not that I mind a visit from a pretty girl, but you didn't come here to talk about the weather or your late husband."
"You're very perceptive. Andrea asked me to come." Jo-Jo picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee. "She said she didn't have time to blow you this morning before you left for work, and asked me to fill in for her so you wouldn't have blue balls all day."
Rob looked stunned and nearly choked on his coffee. "What?"
"I know it sounds wacky, Rob, like I'm playing a practical joke or something, but I'm not. From what she said, I gather that you get a little bit every morning at the breakfast table. Which I think is a super ritual, a marvelous way to start the day. If you don't believe Andrea asked me to come here and take care of you, why don't you call her? She said she wasn't playing a practical joke."
The intercom buzzed and Rob reached over and picked up the phone.
"Your wife is on the phone," Edith said, "and she says it's important that she talk to you right now."
"Perfect timing," Rob said, giving Jo-Jo a searching look as he punched the button to connect his wife. "Yes, sweetheart, what's so important?"
"Is Jo-Jo there yet?"
"Yes," Rob replied, "what's this all about."
"I called her right after you left and told her a little white lie, that we didn't have time for our morning ritual before you left for work, and asked her to come by and give you a nice blow job."
Rob looked at Jo-Jo, and she uncrossed her legs and sat with them open. Her short skirt barely came below her navel, and he could see all the way to the promised land.
"Okay," he said to Andrea, "that explains the what, but not the why."
"Well," Andrea said, "you like it when I do outlandish things, and I haven't done anything outlandish in at least a month. You try not to show it, but I know you like Jo-Jo, and I thought I would give you a little surprise to brighten up your day. You aren't going to destroy her ego by sending her away, are you?"
Jo-Jo couldn't hear Andrea's end of the conversation, but she could tell from the look on Rob's face that Andrea was confirming what she said. She unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open just enough that he could see the inner slope of her tits. Her tits weren't quite as big as Andrea's, but she thought they were just as lovely and succulent.
"Not until I find out what this is all about, at least," Rob said, openly ogling Jo-Jo's charms.
"Give her a chance," Andrea chuckled, "and she'll show you what it's all about. Have fun, darling, and I'll see you at dinner. You'll have fully recovered by then."
Rob put down the phone and studied Jo-Jo a moment. "Are you here because you want to be, or because Andrea twisted your arm? I know my wife pretty well, and she can be awfully persuasive."
"I was pretty nervous at first, Rob, but I'm here because I want to be. I like you a lot. If you weren't married to my best friend, I'd make a run at you. Andrea lied to me to get me to come here, but I don't care. I'm glad she did, it gives me a chance to do something I've been wanting to do."
"I'm not the only one who's perceptive."
She cocked her head slightly to one side and gave him a flirtatious look as she put her hand between her legs. "Do you want me to leave, or do you want to get in my pants?"
"You aren't wearing any," he quipped. "Since you're here with my wife's blessings, you might as well take off your clothes and stay a while. Who knows, something very interesting might come up."
"If it doesn't," she chuckled, "I'm losing my touch." She licked her full, sensuous lips, leaving the bright red lipstick shiny with saliva, and let her middle finger slide into her slit.
"Are you hiding something?" he teased.
"No," Jo-Jo said quietly. "I'm playing with my clit. "I've been jittery ever since Andrea called me this morning. "Why?"
"From excitement, nerves, anticipation, a little anxiety," she breathed. "I couldn't imagine how I was going to feel when you realized that you could fuck me."
"I'm not the first married man you've fucked," he said.
"No, but you're the first one I've fucked with his wife's approval."
"Sort of kinky, isn't it?"
"About as kinky as sitting here playing with my clit while you watch. I've never done this, but I wanted to do it for you."
"Are you going to cum for me?"
"If you want me to. I'll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask." She wiggled her finger on her clit, and her face softened. "Ummmmm, feels good! I hope I'm as good as you expect."
"I'm sure you are. You have a powerful sexual aura, and you look so provocative right now. Spread you legs a little more and put your feet on the couch so I can see your finger better."