“You know what?” Caroline was talking softly and I knew she was saying
something confidential.
“What.”
“Henderson told me: *no one* is being laid off.”
“No one?” I responded, surprised. I did manage to whisper it.
“No one,” she repeated. I think she looked relieved. *I* certainly was:
we were all on pins and needles about the merger.
Yes, we’d been bought out. I guess it was too good to be true, with
Caroline, who I got along very well with, as president: in fact, my own
position as vice president was certainly nothing to sneeze at, but what I
enjoyed most about it was having Caroline’s trust. We *knew* each other
and we each knew the other could get the job done.
And it was all ending, one way or another. Henderson’s company bought us
out and everyone in our company knew what that could mean. I’d supposed
Caroline would have a relatively easy time of it, having been the most
visible person in the company: I’d been a bit more nervous about my finding
anything comparable to my present position. Besides, Caroline still has
her youth, being in her thirties, and she has looks I never had: people
might kid themselves that that doesn’t count for much, but, well, studies
show otherwise.
But now, at least I knew we had jobs. I looked around at the rest of the
staff–Caroline shouldn’t have told me: I really hated to see the rest of
them worrying so much about Henderson. I knew I wouldn’t betray Caroline’s
confidence, but keeping the secret while they all suffred certainly would
bother me.
But they wouldn’t have to wait too long: Henderson’s people had already
announced “reorganization meetings”, and I was scheduled to attend one the
following day.
I arrived at the appointed address at an unmarked office building on the
other side of town and entered to find what appeared to be a rather large
and generous office suit: I couldn’t really tell how far it extended
through the building. I was a bit surprised to find Henderson’s company
with such an established office right there in town: I would have thought
we’d all have known about it. I was directed down the hall and to an
office where a receptionist greeted me. A couple of others from our
company were sitting there, waiting: Martha who is my secretary, as well as
Grace, one of the other VPs. A man and woman who I didn’t know were
standing on the other side of the room, talking quietly.
I looked around for a place to sit, but the receptionist told me we could
go into the conference room pointing out a door behind her to her left.
More people from our company were coming in, and soon I was following some
of them into the conference room. The receptionist was also directing some
of the people to another conference room to her right, so apparently there
were two concurrent meetings.
I do remember one strange thing when we entered. The man and woman whom I
didn’t know were standing close to our conference room’s door, and as we
entered, I noticed that while the woman talked to the man, she sort of
looked us over. In front of me was one of the other secretaries who was
definitely well-endowed and the woman practically leered at her like a man
might! I actually felt a little strange walking in front of her and
couldn’t help wondering about her.
In the room, it turned out to be seven of us, all women. I wondered about
that too, but it didn’t worry me too much. Then the man I’d seen in the
reception area came in and introduced himself as a consultant hired
especially for the reorganization and for integrating us into the new
company. He stood in front of us, and started telling us about his ideas
and the theory of good organization, and I realized in about two seconds he
was extremely boring. Soon I wasn’t really catching his words so much as
simply hearing the drone of his voice.
“Grace Steadman,” said the receptionist. I watched Grace stand and walk
into the door the receptionist indicated. She did keep herself in good
shape I noticed: she could easily model nude, but I figured Caroline must
be better. Not that I’d seen Caroline in Grace’s state. I watched Grace
pad in, noticing she had distinct tan lines–when had she been on vacation?
When she was gone, I looked back at Martha, sitting on the carpet next to
me. Martha definitely had a body that looked good despite her size: even
her stomach didn’t show any “tires”. I looked down at myself: I’m in
pretty good shape right now, but any weight I put on goes right to my hips
and thighs, leaving my chest as flat as ever. It would be nice to have a
body like Martha’s. Well, at least my rear is decent.
I wondered at the receptionist, with all these bare bodies hanging around
her reception area. It must be a bit weird for her, and not all of us were
that much to look at. She didn’t seem fazed a bit by it, though. The door
behind the receptionist opened a crack briefly and she looked back. Then
she looked at a paper on her desk again, and then called “Tamera Black.”
Me. I stood up. There were still four from our group still sitting there.
I approached the door but stopped and looked back at the receptionist. “Go
on,” she encouraged.
It was a large office and very plush. I didn’t see any sign of Grace, but
there was a man behind the desk and a few other men and women sitting and
standing, all watching me enter. It was kind of embarrassing, standing
there in front of them naked like that.
“Tamera,” said a man sitting on a couch, looking at papers on a coffee
table in front of him.
“Yes,” I said. I just stood there, still feeling embarrassed.
“Vice President,” he said. It wasn’t a question and I didn’t respond.
No one else said any more, but the man behind the desk stood up and walked
over to me. My eyes were on him: they were all dressed in suits but I
could see at a glance that this man was *really* dressed. As he
approached, another man told me to go to the couch, and then to lean on it
on my hands. Then the well-dressed man came up behind me.
I waited there, nervously as he approached behind me. I didn’t look back:
somehow I knew I shouldn’t. He touched me: his hand went between my legs.
“She’s dry,” he said.
“This way,” the man who’d led me over said, taking my arm and pulling me to
standing and across the room. He brought me over to a woman and I ended up
standing in front of her. She felt my vagina too, and gave a little
mirthless laugh.
“Not aroused, are you?” she said. I didn’t answer; I could tell she didn’t
really want me to say anything. While I stood there, the office door
opened and Martha came in. The woman in front of me didn’t stop touching
me, but started stroking me gently. She was also dressed very well, in a
skirt-suit. She was blond and looked to be in her late twenties.
Something made me think MBA.
They had Martha leaning over, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch, the way I had been. The woman with me took her hand off me, and
took some sort of device and put it on her hand. It had an electric chord
and attached to the back of her hand. She then threw a switch and it
hummed.
The well-dressed man had been feeling Martha. Then he’d opened his zipper,
taken out his cock and started doing it with her. “Oh, yes,” he said in a
second, but he only sounded a little affected by it. But Martha was
starting to breathe really hard.
The woman put her hand on the front of my vagina. It was a vibrating
device on her hand, and I was immediately going crazy: I don’t remember
experiencing anything like that before! She was moving her fingers, and
her whole hand was vibrating! Her face was close to mine while she did it,
and I ended up looking right into her eyes. She had this amused smile on
her face. I was going to lose control–it was out of my hands.
Then she stopped. I stared at her: I couldn’t believe she could do that!
But it was only me being affected like that: she could stop any time she
wanted. The man led me back to the couch. Martha was gone. Once again, I
leaned over the couch. The man in the good suit felt me again. I was
*very* wet.
He plunged in. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was coming in seconds and he
just kept pumping away. I moaned and moaned.
I felt weak: I felt lightheaded and worried about fainting for a second.
One of the men pulled me to standing. “Not her, she takes too long to get
wet,” said the well-dressed man. The man leading me walked me to a door,
opened it and guided me through.
The door shut behind me. It was a small room, filled with women from our
company. We were all naked, as had been the group in the reception area.
I found a little area on the floor and sat down: I was completely beat. It
felt scratchy sitting on the carpet, just as it had in the reception room.
Martha wasn’t there but Caroline was. She looked listless: they all did.
Nothing happened: we just sat there. Finally a door opened: a different
one from the door to the office I’d just come from. Two women came in,
leaving the door open. Behind it was a corridor, and I saw some women
walking around dressed like nurses. But the two women who had entered were
both in suits: sharp too, though the skirts were a little short.
“There she is,” said one, and they pulled Caroline to standing. As I
watched, I wondered what they were going to do. One of them stood behind
Caroline and held her around the waist against herself, and the other one
stood in front of Caroline, very close. She put a hand on Caroline’s
vagina and started moving it, and at the same time, leaned and started
licking Caroline’s upper lip with her tongue.
Caroline just stood there for about a second, but then she said “nooo,” and
started struggling, though she didn’t seem to have the energy to get away
from the two women.
The two women kept trying for a few seconds, then the one in front of
Caroline turned to the open door and said: “Jill!”
A nurse came in, holding a syringe. As Caroline continued to struggle, the
nurse injected her in the rear. A few seconds later, Caroline collapsed in
the arms of the woman holding her, and a couple of nurses put Caroline’s
arms over their shoulders and dragged her over to a rolling stretcher.
I realized one of the women in suits was looking right at me. “What are
*you* looking at? This bothering you?” she asked me.
I stood there with my mouth open. It was as if I were paralyzed and
couldn’t answer. The woman then called the nurse again, and the nurse was
coming toward me with a syringe.
I was lying on my back, looking up at the lights in a corridor. I couldn’t
move my arms: apparently I was being restrained. A nurse walked up and
looked at me: “She’s back,” she said. She undid my arms and my legs too,
which had apparently also been restrained, and soon she had me sitting up.
In front of me were three naked women, all kneeling, facing away from me.
In front of each was a kind of meter of some kind. The nurse pulled me to
standing and led me to a spot next to the others. There was a meter-like
device in front of me, attached to a plastic or rubber protrusion. She had
me kneel, and the protrusion was right in front of my face. “Suck,” she
said.
It was like a dildo or something. I put my mouth around it and started
sucking. I saw the needle on the meter move as I started sucking.
“Good,” she added. “Harder.” I sucked harder and the meter rose some
more. “Come on, harder!” she added. I did my best. “Keep it up,” she
encouraged.
Another woman behind me said “Harder!” I tried. I felt hands on my body,
on my breasts, then down my front to my vagina. They started stroking it,
gently. “Harder,” she repeated. I got the needle up a little more.
I felt her kneel right next to me, practically leaning against my body.
“Harder and I’ll…” she said, and suddenly her hand vibrated! Just like
in the office before. Then the vibration was gone. “Now, harder, and I’ll
turn it on,” she whispered in my ear. I sucked harder–as hard as I
could. I got the needle up a little more.
I barely felt vibration. “More!” came the whisper. I managed to get the
needle up a little more. The vibration increased, just a little. “More!
More! Come on, you can do it!” came the voice. I was sucking as hard as I
could, I thought, but I managed to get the meter up a little more, and that
beautiful feeling continued to increase.
“You want it, don’t you? Now *more*!” I felt like I was going to explode.
I was doing absolutely everything I could. I did manage to edge it just a
little higher.
“Yes! Now a little more, and I’ll turn it all the way up!” It was too
much! But this was it: somehow I managed to do just a little more, and
suddenly it was like an explosion: I stopped sucking and fell away
immediately as the vibrations racked through my body. I sat there, feeling
like my heart was going to burst. “Well, that’s enough for now,” the nurse
said.
I sat in the cell with Caroline. Our days were simple: off to that machine
to suck on, then back to the cell. We didn’t talk, though I’m not sure
why. We just did what the nurses told us to.
But one day was different: I heard the rattling at the door, and it opened.
I squinted at the brighter light: the little window in the door didn’t let
in enough light to keep my eyes used to it.
Two men came in the cell. Both naked, except for leather collars around
their neck. I recognized one as a guy from our company. “Yesss!” he said,
apparently to his friend: “I guess this *is* a reward!” He was looking at
me, and then grabbed my hand and started pulling me up.
“Hey, this is the prez,” said the other one. Then the guy with my hand
dropped it and joined his friend at Caroline’s bed. I just lay there,
watching them. In a minute, they had Caroline on her hands and knees, one
of their cocks in her mouth, the other one in her from behind.
“Ha, I bet you never thought you’d experience *this*,” said the one who’d
taken my hand briefly.
Soon they were done, and a nurse appeared in the door. She attached
leashes to each of their collars, and led them out. Caroline had collapsed
on the floor, but another nurse pulled her up and attached a collar around
her neck and a leash to it, then fastened her hands behind her back with
handcuffs of some sort. “Well, I guess we’ve found a use for *you*”, she
said to Caroline, and pulled her out. The door shut, leaving me alone.
I stood in a little kitchen in one of the office suites. Two secretaries
were there with me, making coffee, and preparing a doughnut tray. I just
stood there, naked. One of the secretaries put a leather collar around my
neck and attached a leash to it. Then she fastened my hands together
behind my back. Mostly we just waited.
A door opened. “We’re ready,” came the voice of the man poking his head
out. The secretaries carried the coffee in. They both returned, one
getting the tray of doughnuts, the other taking my leash and leading me in.
It was a conference room. Men and women were around the table, apparently
having been at a meeting. Some were still sitting and talking but a few
had gathered around the coffee. I was led to a chair at the side of the
room and made to kneel. I noticed that Martha was sitting at the
conference table. She was dressed really nicely. A couple of the men
getting coffee wandered over to where I was kneeling. One of them put down
his coffee and sat in the chair in front of me. He unzipped his pants and
pulled out his cock. I started sucking immediately. Hard. My training
worked well: I came almost immediately.