Chapter 2
Jon Monroe and Claudia Blake sat across the conference table, awaiting a response. The two programmers from Swift Corporation—Rob O'Shay and Marc Waller carefully considered the package presented them.
"You want unlimited access to our network," Rob repeated, as though to verify that he understood the thrust of their conversation. A towering man of twenty-five, he had dark hair and a handsome face. Standing at six-seven, he easily dwarfed them. He fanned his long fingers on the table. "Your right of entry would encompass the retrieval of password-protected files."
Claudia, a gorgeous brunette of twenty-eight, nodded. She dressed like a corporate power player: tailored suit, matching accessories, pearls. Her erect posture, calm disposition and modulated voice made her an excellent negotiator. Her blue eyes sparkled when addressing them. "We're offering a generous sum to each of you for that privilege."
Jon, her associate, studied the men with unbending intensity. Limiting his amount of spoken words, he preferred to read his audience. Eye contact and body language were meticulously analyzed. Jon was reliant upon gut instinct. A striking man, he had light-brown hair, blue eyes and a youthful complexion. Few people accepted his true age as thirty-six. Clad in a navy blue suit and paisley tie, he appeared the consummate executive. His gold cuff links and Rolex watch flashed beneath the overhead light.
Marc, the other programmer, cleared his voice. A rugged looking man, his blond hair was tied in a pony tail. A decade older than his partner, he promoted a casual air. "You're asking us to commit treason. Your offer is nothing more than bribery."
Claudia's lips curved. "You needn't attach ugly words to our proposal. We are sensitive to the element of risk involved in your collaboration and have taken every precaution to screen you from it. Our private limousine drove you here. We conducted all telephone conversations on lines that were proven bug-free. We generated no pieces of traceable correspondence. No evidence has been left behind. It is highly doubtful the authorities will ever learn the truth. In spite of all that, risk was heavily factored into your remuneration bundle. That is why it is so lucrative."
Rob shook his head. "I'm afraid we must decline. We can't afford to become entangled in your plot."
"That's absurd," Claudia mildly scoffed. "Our organization is generously rewarding you. You'll be perfectly safe, your reputations intact. You have nothing to fear."
"Regardless what you think, justice will prevail," he maintained. "How could we possibly betray our company? Who else could Swift blame once you began infiltration? They would invariably point at us. The money is meaningless if we have to spend a chunk of our lives in prison."
Her brow went up. "You doubt our organization's ability to preserve your innocence?"
Rob somberly regarded Marc, then said, "We're sorry, Miss Blake. No deal."
She sighed. "There's no chance of reconsideration?"
They shook their heads.
Claudia referred to Jon with a look of resignation. "I'm afraid we've exhausted our talks. These gentlemen refuse to cooperate."
Jon motioned to the guard at the door. He opened it to admit a group of men dressed in mechanic suits. They projected a grim disposition. Three gorgeous women followed, carrying notebook computers. They giggled amongst each other while glancing at the programmers.
"What's this about?" Rob blurted.
Marc looked equally puzzled.
"Seize them," Claudia instructed.
Several pairs of hands enclosed their arms. The programmers looked from their captors to Claudia and Jon. Neither registered sympathy.
"Shall you do the honors," Claudia asked of Jon, "or I?"
He shrugged. "This is your show. By all means, be my guest."
She beamed, then opened her purse. From it, she withdrew a metal disc. "You were offered an opportunity to work with us. You rejected it. B.O.N.E. still requires your assistance. We must now extract the desired information by force."
"What is that?" Rob asked.
"It is equivalent to truth serum, but a thousand times more effective. It attaches to the forehead. Once affixed, it sends electronic impulses through your brain. The knowledge we seek will pour from you as though it were a spigot. You'll be incapable of censoring or omitting a single item. The stimulus supplied distills the truth. Believe me, you will feel it penetrate every cell. Needless to say, we have had a hundred percent success rate. Nobody can withstand its power."
"That's inhuman," Rob protested. "A violation." He jumped in his seat, only to be restrained by the guards. He struggled, but their steel grip made escape impossible. He glared at Claudia. "Your organization is evil, and you're psychotic!"
Claudia ignored his insults. She walked up to him, brandishing the disc. "You will initially feel some discomfort. Once your brain has adjusted to the electronic impulses, it will be quite unnoticeable."
"Keep away from me," Rob snarled, his handsome face turning ugly. He tried wrestling free from the guards—to no avail. They pinned him to the swiveling chair.
Claudia merely laughed, then stuck it on his forehead. Rob groaned. His eyes rolled up into their sockets. The guards released him as he slumped into the chair. His head rolled from side to side. Uttering inarticulate sounds, he appeared to be battling the impulses that mentally arrested him. In the end, he yielded to its strength.
Marc, watching on in horror, saw that Rob made no attempt to bolt. The cohesive metal disc penetrated his resolve. Rob broke into a drenching sweat, mumbling as it probed his mind.
Claudia turned to Marc. "I haven't forgotten you." She produced another disc from her purse.
Taking stock of his distressed partner, Marc said, "I wish to recast my decision."
"It's too late. The negotiation period has expired. You will wear a disc, too."
He fought as the disc came toward his head. The guards prevented him from fleeing. Their hands tightened around his muscular arms. "No," he pleaded, wanting no part of that brutal object. "Don't."
Claudia's lips broadened. "Yes," she said, securing it to his clammy forehead. "Yes."
The instant it made contact, his pupils curved into their whites. His low groan signaled his relinquishment. He slid back into his seat, delirious. The guards disengaged their hold on him. He was in no condition to leave the table.
The women smirked at each other. Even in their helpless state, they judged the programmers attractive.
Jon Monroe, lacking emotion, resided over their subjugation. He glanced at Claudia. He recognized the rush attaching those discs gave her. Her flushed cheeks and pressed lips supported that conclusion. She savored the power. B.O.N.E. had selected a lethal representative when appointing her to the cause. She visibly got off on her victims' expression upon the device's introduction. The disc, in her case, was a phallic symbol.
The programmers were struck by that familiar fever. Their heads pitched about as they shifted restlessly in their chairs. Their arms were suspended at their sides, their fists clenching and unclenching. The discs drained them of energy. Eventually, they achieved optimum frequency.
Claudia, looking upon the incapacitated men, dismissed the guards. She had no further need of them—the discs enfeebled her victims. She dispensed with the formalities. "Let's get down to business, gentlemen." She reclaimed her seat while gesturing for the secretaries to boot their notebook computers. "Access the Internet, ladies. We're going to explore Swift Corporation's gateway, with the help of our distinguished guests."
Darlene, a voluptuous blonde and Janet, a succulent brunette, launched into cyberspace. Each clicked through a series of menus that navigated them. Their eyes flickered from their individual color displays to the men. They discounted that they had gone slack in their seats with discs connected to their foreheads. They were oblivious to their tormented swelter and indistinguishable babbling. Their obvious virility, however, struck a resounding chord in each woman. The secretaries essentially licked their lips at the two appetizing programmers.
The third secretary, Meredith—a foxy redhead—swung her chair between the two men. She examined their faces while jotting down notes on a steno pad. Her eyes lingered on Rob O'Shay before resting on Marc Waller. She made no attempt to mask her desire. The men visibly riled her.
"Furnish us Swift Corporation's Internet address," Claudia ordered.
Rob spoke mechanically. "It is swift-cor@swift.com."
Darlene and Janet's fingers danced across the keys.
"What is the first password?" Claudia demanded.
Marc monotonously muttered, "4R2Z8X5G." The girls separately typed that character string.
"And the second?" Claudia firmly requested.
"8B776GR42QX," Rob sluggishly replied.
Meredith studied the men, ensuring that the discs performed their duty. She noted no fluctuations in their voice, nor expression. Smiling, she enjoyed her analytical role. The men continued to arouse her. Their persistent groans and regular sweating made her wet.
For the next several minutes, Claudia obtained every necessary command and password. Each piece of information was electronically recorded. The secretaries informed Claudia that entrance to Swift Corporation's nucleus had been successful.
"Splendid," Claudia proudly proclaimed. "All data is compiled in our system?"
The secretaries nodded. Darlene and Janet did not refrain from glancing at the programmers. They were affected by the men's delirious condition. The animal grunts, the rivulets that ran down their faces tightened their cunts. Darlene, crossing her legs, shivered. Janet's ass shifted on the cushion.
Claudia observed the horny looks of her clerical staff. A deviant smile came to her lips. "I suppose they've fulfilled their usefulness. I'm through with them." She strutted over to each man and detached the discs. Rob let out a loud groan, Marc a protracted gasp. They regained consciousness. Still weak from their ordeal, they remained mellow. The men recaptured their focus, their pupils curving from their whites to their proper position. Their powers of reasoning were restored.
Rob and Marc were unaware that Claudia had done something to them. They had no recall of cooperating with her. Their memories were fogged. They could hardly move. The disc depleted their strength. Physically, they were whipped. That monstrous device, however, left a strange tingling in their systems. They shifted in their seats, aware of a fierce stirring in their loins.
"Yes," Claudia said, witnessing the repercussions of the disc. "You're horny—very horny, I might add." The gadget greatly enhanced one's sexual appetite. The urge to fuck was particularly strong. The body ferociously craved sex—it was the first sensation to return. The wearer of the disc was driven to seek instant gratification.
Rob and Marc could not dispute her reading. Claudia Blake spoke the truth. They yearned for snatch. They hadn't enough vigor to rise and leave the conference room, yet definitely wanted some pussy.
Rob's hand crept toward her. Marc brushed her thigh. Claudia, snickering, retreated. "I sympathize with you, gentlemen. Being a charitable person, I will supply you that comfort."
Rob bungled his effort to grab her. Claudia was much too quick.
"Unfortunately, I won't be part of that package," she huskily informed them. Turning to her three secretaries, she said, "You may have them. Do with them as you wish."
Claudia and Jon took their leave. They had a prearranged meeting with their superior. A tremendous amount of work lay ahead of them. They would issue Swift Corporation an ultimatum for money, or exposure to B.O.N.E.'s ravaging computer virus.
The girls immediately began to disrobe. Rob watched Meredith's top come off to reveal large, pink nipples. Janet lowered her panties, displaying a luscious brown nest. He swiveled in his chair, gazing at them. They raced his pulse with their delightful striptease. Gripping the chair, he watched them drop articles of clothing until their fabulous bodies were completely undraped.
"Yeah," he muttered, alert to the disturbance that embraced him. His cock quickly swelled in his pants. He couldn't help himself—they were too sexy. Throwing his knees widely apart, he did nothing to mask his inflammation. He wanted them to see the size of his dick.
"Let's get him naked," Meredith suggested.
Smirking, Janet agreed.
Darlene knelt between Marc's legs. He studied the slender fingers that delicately eliminated his belt, unzipped his fly, then yanked off his pants. Urgently, she rid him of his silk briefs, too. His hair-dusted thighs surrounded her luscious nudity. Those huge tits billowed, the nipples pointed. He swallowed roughly as she began licking his cock. He groaned as her tongue lavishly swept his length. Her blistering tickle elicited his groan.
"Mmm," Darlene purred. "You taste good."
He clasped the back of her head and steered her to its tip. Her breath fanned its mushroomed shape before heat and moisture closed over it. "Oh, yeah," he groaned as those lips overtook him. "Suck me."
Meredith discarded Rob's shirt while Janet removed his pants. They assisted the six-foot-seven stud onto the conference table. He lay across its broad surface without a stitch.
Meredith shivered in anticipation. Rob's smooth, muscular body turned her on. Led by lust, she straddled him. Her velvety tush settled on his lap. She rubbed her buns over his firm contours, moaning. Her nipples were an inch from his mouth. She ground her red fluff over his cock and balls.
Rob ran his hands up and down her silken thighs. His temperature steadily climbed.
Meredith pressed herself against his muscular frame. Her red fur mingled with Rob's dark thatch. His plump organ squashed against her stomach. Rob's enormous hands roamed Meredith's delicate vertebrae, sampling her firmness.
"I want some, too," Janet whispered to Meredith. The stunning brunette moistened her lips with her tongue. "You're monopolizing him."
Her associate kneaded his bone-stiff shaft. That big dick overshadowed her dainty fist. "He's big enough for the both of us."
Marc shut his eyes as Darlene stuffed him in her face. He ached to watch those sexy lips devour his cock, but the joy that went through him made that impossible. He lifted himself from his seat, feeding it to her. He fucked that tight ring molded to his throbbing member. His dick floated in her pool of saliva. After she thoroughly rinsed his taut flesh, her lips receded. Her fingers curled around his shaft. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as she massaged him.
"You're so hard," she remarked, pulling on it.
Marc could not argue that. His dick was like rock. Those lips made him acutely rigid. His skin was stretched taut around that pulsing thing. Her stroking fist occasioned his gasps. "Put it back in your mouth."
Darlene opened wide. Marc emptied his lungs of air while filling her mouth.
Rob cupped the top of Meredith's head and pushed down. She slid down the length of his body, dragging her nipples across the oak conference table. Her wet pussy squeaked over its surface. His meaty cock jutted in her face. Pursing her lips, she seized that immense bulb. Rob rose in her mouth, increasing her intake. Loosening her jaws, she accepted its massive width. Adjusting to his immense diameter, she greedily sucked.
"That's what it wants," he groaned, jerking his hips at that beautiful face. "Suck. Oh, yeah. Suck." He watched it disappear. Meredith expertly mouthed him. Those lips latched onto every conceivable inch. Those blue pupils focused on him while she gorged herself. Their dull, moist cast reflected her saturation.
Meredith ejected his rigid cock a moment later. Boosting her tits, she sandwiched that monster in her satiny cleft. His pulsations excited her. He was a man she longed to please. She smashed her tits to that cock and commenced rubbing it. Her nipples winked at Rob. She wanted him to see those pink extensions.
Janet, not to be upstaged, nuzzled Rob. Her fingertips skimmed his smooth, sinew-rich thighs. Given his height, Rob had sprawling limbs. She palmed his nipple. Her fingers cruised his developed pectorals. He shuddered when her digits danced across his abdomen. To clinch his pleasure, she nibbled on the base of his neck. She licked and bit his ear lobe, then traveled to his mouth. Once there, she lowered her tongue into it. He teased her back. She massaged his shoulders while sucking face with him.
Meredith stroked his cock with her tits. Her velvety cleavage offered satisfying friction. His knob turned a purplish hue. Her flesh enveloped him like a sponge, tugging his tightly drawn skin.
Extending her tongue, Meredith slurped his cock bulb. His immediate shiver encouraged her. Crushing him in that saturated groove, she alternately caressed and kissed his hard dick.
"Do you like being fucked by a pair of tits?" Janet whispered. Her scratchy tone sent delicious chills down his spine. "Is it nice being smothered by her boobs?"
"Christ," he grunted. Her tweak produced an electrical current that zipped to his toes.
"Suck his dick," Janet commanded Meredith. She fondled Rob's biceps. "Take him down your throat."
Meredith removed his engorged cock from its berth. Rob, intensely swollen, went smoothly into her mouth. Her zigzagging tongue slapped froth to the bottom of his shaft. She made it halfway, pausing to collect her breath. Her lips buzzed against his skin. Spittle dribbled from her clasped borders.
"Oh, yeah," Janet taunted. Her nails grazed his shoulders. "Suck him, baby. Suck that big dick."
Janet watched Meredith's fiery tresses bob as she gorged herself. Her pussy got juicy from all that lip activity. When she couldn't stand seeing it protrude from her mouth another second, she pushed Meredith away. Bubbly saliva coursed down Rob's cock. Strands of spit bridged from his bulbous tip to her quivering lips.
Janet panted, eager for her share of him. Meredith had that thing much too long.
Blowing him was not her intent. She wanted all that man between her legs. Moving over his steep cock, she positioned herself for entry. Her back was to his face. She deprived herself of his ecstatic look during penetration. Her cunt opened, preparing to take him. Ample juice spurted from her sodden core. Slowly, she sat on him.
"Yes," Janet moaned, receiving that wide, solid shaft. Her ass gyrated, working him into her hungry folds. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fill me with sweet cock."
Rob shut his eyes during its burial. Janet was hot, tight—crushing him. Her nails grazed his flesh while she fit him into her cunt. He savored her push. Janet, adapting to his thickness, yielded to his tunneling shaft. She squealed with joy when he smashed his balls to her inner thighs.
"Yeah," Janet whimpered, encasing him. "Oh, yeah." She moved to and fro, surrounding his probing member with tickling mush. The squeaking sounds of pussy meeting cock echoed in the conference room.
"Take me," he groaned. That snatch swallowed him whole. Those drenched lips no longer hesitated at the midway point; they slithered over his tall cock. He sensed her willingness to immerse him. His dick twitched in that warm, binding snatch. "Take all of me."
"Ohhhh."
Meredith lay with her tits cushioning her body across the conference table. She watched them fuck. Rob stuffed himself into that juicy muff. He arched his back, cramming every last inch into her cunt. Janet constricted around that rooted mass. Their collective moan stimulated her.
Sitting in the other chair, she watched Darlene swallow Marc. Her cheeks bulged with his meat. Excess saliva dripped from her lips. Up and down that shaft she coasted, driving him insane. His hair-rough thighs trembled around her nude body. Darlene caressed their bristles while mouthing him.
"Keep going," he urged her. "Don't stop."
Darlene's visible hunger made that prospect remote. She snapped him up in ravenous mouthfuls. Her moist lips pumped him. His reddish purple dick emerged with its glistening sheen. Tiny bubbles popped over its pulsing surface.
Unable to contain the sensations that brewed inside, Meredith fingered her clit. Her love button tingled beneath her swirl.
She jiggled while studying her seductive comrades. Janet's glazed eyes and rounded lips propelled her digit. Darlene's abandoned consumption of Marc accentuated her bliss.
Perfumed seepage flowed from Darlene's loins. Her pussy ached for something hard and filling. She craved that agreeable friction Janet enjoyed while enclosing Rob. He jammed himself between her slim legs. An ecstatic yelp arose. Janet's disorientation gave her the shivers. Meredith yearned for that fat cock to explore her sensitive pussy.
Darlene stopped sucking on Marc and mounted him. Although he hadn't entirely recovered his strength, his cock felt like steel. It stood ready for her voracious snatch. Marc groaned as her pussy smothered him.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Sit on it. Grease me with those juicy lips."
Gyrating her hips, Darlene drove him to the bottom of her cunt. That thick column climbed inside her. She surrendered to its pulsing rise. "Oh, yes. I want every bit of you in my pussy."
Meredith's finger went faster, digesting both perspectives. The girls lazily humped the men. Their asses moved to their partners' satisfaction. She saw each expanded rim glide over its slippery surface.
The aroma of Janet's pumped snatch wafted. Meredith heard Rob jamming his cock into that wet orifice. The soft pelt of his balls caught her attention.
"Oh, God," Janet cried when absorbing him. Stale air whistled through her teeth. Rob's thrusts brought a circle of stars. She hugged herself to his man's body, pleading for more. Rob reared back and delivered a toe-curling wallop. His cock felt incredible in her pussy; it deeply stroked her.
Enfeebled by overwhelming lust, Meredith ran her tongue over Janet's clit. She licked the honey from that enlarged dot. She inched lower, whisking over Rob. Briefly he halted, savoring her flutter. His shudder excited her. She tasted Janet on his tight skin. Her juices blended with his manly flavor. Meredith rinsed Janet's moisture from his protruding shaft. Sweat mixed with cunt made a savory combination.
She did not restrict her lapping to those firm testicles. Meredith slobbered the wedge of him bulging from Janet's pussy. She cleaned the tenacious lips that wrapped Rob.
Janet screamed with pleasure as that snakelike tip wiggled over her. Meredith's spontaneous flutter heightened her joy.
Meredith's slurps overpowered Rob. The tongue that tormented his main vein carefully washed his balls. Voltage charged through his body. His feet swept back and forth on the table from that thrill.
Janet moaned with frustration. Rob regarded those glossy eyes when she turned toward him. She needed only a little more of his cock. He had almost made her peak.
Swallowing heavily, he jerked through her pussy. He rammed into Janet, keeping his pace steady. She cried out from his brisk tempo. His hands went over her erect nipples. Gathering her tits, he lifted and dropped her onto his balls. He pressed his palms to those throbbing pebbles. Janet whimpered as he sliced into her pussy.
Meredith licked Janet's pulsing clit. Rob's wedge of cock received its lashes, too. She washed his balls with foamy spittle, letting the excess dribble over his inner thighs.
Darlene bounced on Marc's lap. His balls spanked her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on that rigid thing inside her and that satisfaction it provided.
"Fuck me," she breathlessly panted. "Fuck me."
Marc groaned from her ride. Those slick lips oiled him. He could hear them noisily rub his stiff cock.
Janet abandoned herself to Rob. His hard thing awakened her every cell. She savored her luscious ascent. It's gratifying slide into her sopping pulp triggered a flurry of tremors.
Rob watched, as well as experienced, her answer to his lunge. Her grip on his cock was steadfast. She loosened and tightened around him. The cum stirred in his balls. He shoved himself at her, causing her ass to shake. His balls thumped against that satin flesh.
"Yeah," he grunted, spearing her faster and faster. The sex revitalized him. He saw his strength return. "Come on, baby," he muttered. "Now."
Janet raked him with her nails. She could scarcely contain that frantic cock. It pumped her so fast and furiously, it nearly slipped from her juicy grasp.
"Oh, God," she wept, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh." She lost control. Rob left her numb, but fulfilled. "Ohhhh."
Rob yanked himself from her contracting pussy. Her love juices coated his cock. Those ripe, glaring nipples seized his attention. He gave each a lingering pinch.
His tweak nearly overloaded her circuits. Her contractions, compounded by that abrupt nip, intensified the moment. Janet cried out from his pinch.
Meredith pushed her off him. Her eyes sparkled at his cock. "I want it."
He kneeled on the table, dragging her toward him. Clasping her slim waist, he wheeled her about. Those mouthwatering buns were his for the taking. They swiftly separated and anticipated his entrance. "It's yours, baby," he grunted before stabbing her crevice. In and out of that pussy, he went. "Finish me off."
"Jesus," she moaned, focusing the intensity. Rob crammed himself deeply in that sticky receptacle, devoid of mercy. Her pussy bulged with his monstrosity. Meredith, heated by his startling dispatch of Janet, required no delicacy. "Yes. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, baby."
Her frenzied cries excited him. He hauled that ass to him, prying apart its succulent layers. His enjoyment of pussy was etched clearly in his features. He wanted her to like what he gave.
Janet's equilibrium returned after a breathless struggle. Rob sent her into orbit—a nonstop trip to seventh heaven. She hardly expected that spurt of energy—that startling bombardment. Her pussy ached from his power-packed thrusts.
She saw Darlene's lips circle. Marc's cock jerked faster through her cunt, delivering the thrill she craved. Her sightless eyes glistened.
"I'm going to cum," she panted, madly galloping on him. "Oh, yeah. I'm so close."
Marc's hands secured that bucking ass. He drove her down on it. His features reddened at the same time Darlene climaxed. She pitched on his lap during her screaming orgasm. Her pussy flew off him just as he began to squirt. Janet saw his jism splatter her quivering butt.
"Arghh," he groaned in her face. "Arghh."
Meredith came fast. Rob had pumped her for only a few minutes when orgasm seized her. She contracted around his spurting cock. Rob emptied himself in her tight pussy.
Janet smiled. She loved working for B.O.N.E.