Meghan arrived at work the next morning promptly at nine and was assigned a desk and list of tasks and responsibilities. She had spent more than an hour preening herself and wore one of her scantiest bras and panties that she had hoping that she would be called upon during the day to service Big Bob or one of his men. Alas that was not to be. In point of fact there wasn't even any flirting or quick fondles to be had- just work, boring work, and not really enough work to fill up her day.
The entire week went by with her simply answering the phone, filing, typing uncomplicated letters and doing all of the other inconsequential office chores that were completely mind numbing. Each time Big Bob or one of the boys came through the office she felt her pussy immediately twitch and begin to wetten but never was she summoned to the inner office for what she wanted and needed so very badly.
Twice during the week she had gone down to the car dealership where Tim had started work as the new accounting manager to have lunch with him. He also felt underutilized and under paid but in the economic climate of the day they felt grateful to have found jobs that allowed them to get their feet back under themselves. Of course Meghan's job was predicated on something different than her office skills, or so she had been told.
She had met Tim's boss on both of those occasions, the owner of the dealership, Mr. Smithers who was a man in his late fifties who looked a bit older than he was. He was a big man who had the beginnings of a rather large pot belly. She did not like the way that he looked at her. He appraised her from her feet up and over her body as though he was undressing her and imagining her in indecent postures. He even kissed her on the cheek on one occasion while pressing his body against her in a not so innocent manner. It gave her a bit of the creeps but in her sexually heightened state it also turned her on a bit.
On Friday just before lunch Big Bob called her into his office and handed her a bag.
"Go over to the Rainbow Motel. I have a room that I keep there which this key will get you in," he said as he handed her the key.
"Take yourself a nice warm bath, put this on and help yourself to the bar and be ready for some company by one thirty." He walked over to her and kissed her deeply and allowed his hands to roam over her lush body.
Meghan virtually flew out of the office, made a quick stop at the Piggly Wiggly to get some items and then sped to the motel. By one thirty she had had three strong vodkas on the rocks, had taken a very hot bath in orange blossom oil scented water that made her skin pink and had put on the very scanty pink baby doll lingerie that Big Bob had given her in the bag along with high heeled fuck me sandals that were also in the bag.
She heard a key in the door and quickly stood in the middle of the room so that Big Bob could appreciate her when he entered. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt her juices were seeping out of her cunt.
When the door opened it was not Big Bob that stood there but Mr. Smithers her husband's boss from the dealership. He closed the door behind him while never taking his eyes off of the luscious young wife.
"I think there has been a mistake," Meghan said as the man began to unbutton his shirt.
"There is no mistake young lady," he replied with a lustful leer on his face. "Bob convinced me to give your worthless husband a job that I had no reason to fill and the determining factor was that he convinced me that I was going to enjoy fucking your sweet body anytime that I had a hankering to do so. And right now I do so want to fuck you."
Never taking his eyes off of her as she stood like a deer in the headlights he quickly threw his shirt and undershirt on the chair that stood near the door and then dropped his trousers and kicked off his shoes. Wearing only boxers and his socks he moved towards the twenty-two year old beauty.
He was a big man standing at least six foot four with broad shoulders and a barrel chest that was covered with a pelt of gray hair. His belly hung down a bit from his abdomen but she only looked at it for an instant as the stalk that hung below it was coming to life and was every bit as big or bigger than Big Bob's or that of his body guards. Meghan began to wonder what it was about the men that she had met in Asterville all having very nice cocks. She had heard that he had played college football as a lineman at Virginia Tech and had even spent a couple of years in the NFL. He was a very powerful man who at the moment had only one thing on his mind- taking her.
