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H. G. Cogswell sat in his office frowning at his monitor as he pondered the recent quirky change of fate. His company, Cogswell's Coggs, and Spacely's Space Sprockets had always been fierce competitors, but neither had managed to significantly outdo the other. That is, until this past month. On the screen, recent sales data displayed how Spacely's numbers and profits were shooting up, up, up while his numbers were dropping. He had no idea why. What had Spacely done? He had to find out. He called in his special agent, Collin.
"I want you to find out what's going on at Spacely's and what he's selling that's giving him such astronomical profits," Cogswell told the agent.
As Collin left his office, Cogswell chomped down on his cigar and threw a dart at the picture of Spacely on the wall, hitting him directly between the eyes. This was usually enough to at least make him smile, but today, he just scowled at his rival.
Collin disguised himself as an electrician and went first to Spacely's building. The receptionist was talking to George Jetson outside of Mr. Spacely's office.
"Well, Mr. Spacely wants those contracts tomorrow," she said.
"But I've got to go home early today – I've got something I have to take care of," George replied.
"Well, then you'll have to do the work at home tonight then. You know how Mr. Spacely can get."
"Oh well, I guess it's going to be a late night for me. Fortunately, I've got everything I need in my briefcase here," he said and patted the metallic case he held in front of him.
Collin walked toward the receptionist's desk and pretended to stumble, knocking over the briefcase as he fell against George.
"I'm so sorry," he said as he picked up the briefcase and stuck a tiny camera to it. He handed it to George. "That was so clumsy of me."
"It's ok," George said, not noticing anything amiss. "Well, I've got to hurry home."
"Don't forget, your wife is working late here tonight," the receptionist said.
"I know," George answered. "She's been working late a lot, but she seems to be really enjoying her work here."
George left and the receptionist let Collin into Cosmo's office on the pretext of fixing a faulty monitor. He quickly set up a hidden camera in the wall and left.
Collin went straight back to Cogswell's office and patched in the video signal to Cogswell's screen on his desk. On the left, Cogswell could see Spacely's empty office. On the right, the picture jerked around as George walked with his briefcase.
"Good job, Collin," he commended his agent. "Now I can see what's really going on over there."
Collin left and Cogswell pulled out a new cigar and sat back, the image from the screen reflecting off his glasses. He didn't have to wait very long. Spacely walked into his office, short and ugly as always. But he seemed in an uncharacteristically good mood, actually humming a tune as he sat in his chair. He pushed a button on his desk.
"Jane, could you please come to my office?"
Cogswell watched as Jane Jetson entered Spacely's office. He had no problem remembering this ravishing beauty who was married to Spacely's employee, George Jetson. She was wearing a sleeveless red mini-dress that was form fitted to her tight body, leaving her slender limbs exposed. He had seen her a couple times in the past, and now as in the past the sight of her was enough to get his blood racing.
"What do you need, Mr. Spacely?" Jane asked sweetly.
"Well, I have a large problem that I think you can help me with," he replied.
Cogswell could see the bulge in Spacely's pants as he lay back in his chair. He expected Jane to be offended or embarrassed and to put Spacely in his place. He did not expect to see what happened next.
"I can see that," Jane said as she knelt in front of Cosmo. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. "Let me see what I can do."
Cogswell was in shock as he watched this beautiful woman take his unattractive rival's penis deep into her mouth. She was very good and quickly brought Cosmo to the point of no return and he grunted as he emptied his seed into her delicate mouth. Jane swallowed it all, not missing a drop. She squeezed his flaccid penis and licked the last drop that came out.
"That was just an appetizer," Spacely said as Jane tucked his shrunken member back into his pants. "Don't forget to come back here later for the main course after everyone else has left."
Cogswell stared in disbelief at his screen. Cosmo was humming at his desk, looking through some files. Did he really see what he thought he did? Fortunately, he could rewind the video. He replayed the scene and as Cogswell watched screen, a plan began to form in his mind. He smiled as he sat back in his desk, puffing on his cigar.
The next morning, Jane was in her office at Spacely's Space Sprockets reviewing the events of the past month. In one short month, she was amazed at how much she had changed. She kept telling herself that her behavior was necessary to help George keep his job. After all, he had made a major blunder the previous month when he had made all those defective gold salt shakers (see previous story "The Jetsons: Jane Gets a Job"). If Jane hadn't intervened on his behalf, Mr. Spacely would have certainly fired him. But Jane was able to use her womanly charms and convince Mr. Spacely to keep him. And as part of the bargain he hired her too, so that she could continue using her talents to keep him satisfied. As long as she kept him happy, he would keep George. Jane felt she should be upset at how Spacely was using her, but deep inside, she knew that she enjoyed what she was doing, that she looked forward to being used by Mr. Spacely.
Jane had always thought her sex life with George was fine. Boring, predictable, but still quite pleasurable. But the experiences over the past month seemed to awaken a voracious sexual appetite inside of her. She found herself enjoying the feeling of someone different thrusting inside of her, of tasting a different man's seed. When she was in public, she now found herself checking out other men, wondering what they would be like in bed, how differently they would touch her and feel against and inside her.
She was surprised at how much sexual energy Mr. Spacely had. In the morning, she would bring Mr. Spacely his coffee and give him a quick blow job. She would have the rest of the morning to herself to "work" but could come and go as she pleased so she would go shopping and run errands. Later, while everyone else was at lunch, she would return and Mr. Spacely would take his time, leisurely enjoying her body during his lunch hour. Then she would go back to his office for one last quickie before leaving to pick up Elroy from school. Recently, she had been staying late to "help finish some work" and once everyone had left, they would have a marathon session until he was completely satisfied.
On the weekends, she found herself thinking about what Monday would bring. Many times, she didn't have to wait to go back to work. Mr. Spacely had an uncanny way of finding her on the weekends and they would end up humping in a dressing room, a public bathroom, or behind her car in the parking garage, wherever they could. Jane found herself craving the excitement, having sex in public places or in his office in front of the window where people might see them.
When George wasn't around, she found herself going out into the public without underwear. She would unbutton the top couple buttons of her shirt allowing strangers a peek at her unfettered breasts. Other times, she would sit across from a man and slowly cross and uncross her legs giving him a clear view up her skirt. She was becoming quite the exhibitionist. These experiences got her so aroused that she would go home and attack George.
George didn't seem to notice any difference. He seemed unusually preoccupied. Even when he was grunting as he thrust inside of her, it seemed that his mind was elsewhere. He was probably still concerned about his job. But since she started working at Spacely's Space Sprockets, the company seemed to be doing much better.
Jane pushed a button to listen to her messages. Most of them were from Spacely telling her what to wear, what time she should come to his office for a "meeting." But then she heard a message from a deep sinister voice that sent a chill through her. All it said was: "I know what you really do at work. If you don't want your husband to know, meet me..." and gave her detailed instructions on where to go.
Jane's heart pounded as her mind raced. Could her secret be out? Who would know what was really going on? How did they find out? And could she keep her secrets? She still loved George and did not want anything to ruin her marriage. So after giving Mr. Spacely his coffee and getting her cream, she followed the directions given by the stranger.
She mulled over her options but until she knew more, could not think of a way out. All too quickly, she was surprised to find herself outside of Cogswell's Coggs Company. She knew that Cogswell was Spacely's biggest competitor and had met Cogswell several times in the past. What was his connection with the phone call? Was he going to use her against Spacely? She went to a partially hidden back entrance and punched in the code she was given. The door slid open. She stepped inside and pushed another code and the elevator dropped down deep into the basement.
When the elevator stopped, Jane stepped out into a spotlight. The rest of the room was cloaked in darkness and she squinted as she tried to peer into the gloom.
"Hello?" she called out.
"Welcome, Mrs. Jetson," a deep voice answered from behind the spotlight.
