25 June
Deborah
I was sitting at work when the promised e-mail arrived from James containing all the documents and information. Because of my job in forensic banking I have access to lots of information on companies that the average person doesn't and I had spent the previous evening researching the one that James was associated with. They were indeed legit, had been around for a long time and had impeccable records and business ratings. Not even one complaint to the Better Business Bureau or as much as a whimper to the Securities and Exchange Commission or the medical/psychological associations. This group was squeaky clean which made me feel even better about the journey I was about to embark upon. His e-mail was short with just a note to complete all the forms and send them back at my convenience. A quick double-click of my mouse and the contract opened on my screen and I was a little shocked in that is was thirty two pages long. I made a little whistle sound as Jen happened to be walking by my cube at just that moment. She stopped with a little chuckle.
"It's a little intimidating isn't it Deb?"
"Oh hi Jen. You startled me. Yes it is."
"Well don't worry about it too much. The user agreement for your online music service is longer and probably more binding. Of course you should read all of it but a lot of it is just stuff that protects them in case you have a heart attack during sex!"
"Jen!!! Hush!"
"Ha ha. It's ok, nobody is around. In any case you should read it and also the introductory information as well. The thing that will take the longest though are all the questionnaires. They are quite lengthy and detailed and it's very important that you answer those truthfully and honestly because they set the baseline for some of the face-to-face discovery sessions."
"Wow! That sounds ominous Jen."
"Oh it's no worry. Much of what you do in the beginning is just talking and James will use that to form the basis of your customized plan and that's why it's so important to be honest with everything, no matter how uncomfortable it is."
"I guess I can't think of what could be so uncomfortable about it Jen. I mean it's just like some sort of in-depth counseling right?"
"Let me put it this way. How would you feel about James asking you how often you masturbated and how you actually do it? Or if he asked if you like the taste of semen?"
Honestly I was taken aback at what Jen had just said. I had never considered that I might be asked that. I mean, good girls don't talk about that to guys, usually not even to their husbands. But to have this guy who's practically a stranger asking it?
"Why would he ask if I liked the taste of semen?"
Jen looked at me impishly with a little smirk on her face.
"Because he might come in your mouth while you are giving him head."
And with that stunning statement she swished away. Honestly I didn't move or blink an eye for at least fifteen minutes and I just stared at the screen until the screensaver came up. I really didn't even see all the company PR photos that faded in and out. All I saw was James' flat belly right in front of my eyes, his cock in my mouth, and his balls bopping my lower lip. Of course I was horrified. Wasn't I? That's what good girls do when an idea like that is broached. Right? Yes, of course I was horrified, and disgusted. Then my mind drifted to the moment he walked into that bistro. Wow! He commanded the room and man was he good looking! Snap out of it Deb! You're supposed to be revolted by this. Yes you're revolted, no way are you going on with this. Oh fuck! I felt a familiar sensation. I was getting wet. I quickly ran to the ladies room and entered a stall. Shit! My panties were soaking wet and thongs don't give much in the way of absorbency. I spent the next twenty minutes trying to clean up and dry out but every time I touched my pussy with the toilet paper it stimulated it to make even more juice. It didn't help that my heart was racing and I couldn't get James' cock out of my mouth. Coworkers came and went while I fought to tame the River Nile and I contemplated my current situation. If I was so revolted by the proposition then why was I getting so wet? The answer was obvious, I wasn't revolted by the idea, quite the opposite. I was turned on at the idea of sucking James' cock and swallowing his cum. There! I said it! Are you happy now Deb? I sat there on the toilet with my legs splayed and dropped yet another wad of wet toilet paper into the water below. For some reason I had this sense that I had started a journey down a road from which there was no turning back. And indeed that's the way it worked out.
After dinner I sat down at my home computer and started filling out all the forms. The agreement took a while but mostly it was pretty standard. There were some sections on medical exams and testing for STD's and others regarding personal boundaries. One that I did key in on was a statement that I would be consulted prior to any physical contact and could walk away from the program at any time. It also mentioned that there was no cost to me and everything would be held in the strictest of confidence. There were no shockers and I'm well-versed in contracts and the agreement made me feel more comfortable about what they were going to do. I digitally signed the agreement and started the questionnaires. There was a whole battery of questions on health, allergies, family history, surgeries, medications, and on and on they went. Then there were ones that were obviously psychological. Depression, family relationships, when I lost my virginity, romantic relationships, was I normally a happy person, and a whole slew of other questions that I didn't even understand why they were asking.
Two and a half hours later I had all the paperwork completed and attached to a reply e-mail. My finger hesitated for a moment before clicking the send button. I thought about James, my marriage, and my wetness incident in the office and truthfully I was excited. So I tapped the mouse button and sent it on its way. I stared at the screen for quite some time, hoping that a reply would arrive but it just sat there with new ads popping up every so often. In frustration I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and took a few sips. My hand was trembling. It seemed a little strange until I realized how excited I was and that my heart was racing. My mind drifted to James and all the questions I just answered and then I wondered what he would look like naked. I jumped and nearly dropped my wine glass when my phone rang with Mike's ring tone.
"H-hello Mike."
"Is everything okay babe? You sound like something's wrong."
"Oh um, no. I'm fine. I was just having a glass of wine when the phone went off and startled me. That's all. What's up?"
"Well I was missing you a bit and just wanted to hear your voice."
When Mike said that a wave of guilt washed over me. Just moments before I had been fantasizing about James naked and then he calls me with that.
"I've been missing you too honey. When are you coming home?"
"Well about that, they have decided to set up a local office here and they want me to stay a few weeks and help get things set up. I haven't said yes yet because I told them I wanted to run it by you first. What do you think?"
"It sounds to me like it would be a real career boosting opportunity. I think you should stay and do it. For sure it wouldn't hurt for that V.P. slot that you're wanting."
"Ah babe, you're the best! Maybe when I get home we can run up to the mountains for the weekend?"
"That would really be nice Mike. Let's plan to do that."
