A couple of weeks ago, I was approached by a young employee of mine named Elizabeth. I work as a shift supervisor at a telemarketing center, and most of my employees are young college students trying to make a few extra bucks on the late nights. The rest are a few old men who come in to work, mostly to earn a little money for the strip club or to keep themselves liquored up when they're not working the phones selling timeshares.
Elizabeth is one of the college students that I work with. She started about three months ago, and recruited a couple of her friends to join with her. We joke about how she sold her friends into bondage when she brought them to me, and she teasingly jokes and flirts back about how lucky I would be if that were true.
Elizabeth sat down in my office across from my desk without preamble, and started speaking, "Hey, boss."
"What's up, Liz?"
"I've got a proposition for you."
"Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrows. "Got some more souls to sell me? Some new recruits?"
"Ha. Not exactly," Elizabeth laughed, starting to twirl a finger in her hair. "But I do have an offer that I think you'll like."
Having no idea what she was talking about, I asked her to go on. She told me that a few nights ago, she and her friends had attended a sex toy party. Amongst all the silly games and subtle sexual tension, the conversation led to a discussion of sexual fantasies. Elizabeth shared some of them with me, and I smiled at her as I felt my cock stir, and she smiled back knowing what she was doing, turning me on.
"Then it was Gwen's turn," Elizabeth started. Gwen is another one of the girls that works for me. She's one of Liz's friends, but very quiet and shy. She's short, probably about 5'3", and has long brown hair that she usually wears in a neat little pony tail. She always dresses very conservatively, wearing long sweaters and long pants. Despite her demure dress, though, you can still sometimes catch glimpses of her tasty curves. Gwen is 21, so she's starting to develop into a full-fledged woman. She's got some smooth, round hips, and some well-developed breasts. She's very cautious to keep them covered most of the time, though. Fortunately, I'm able to sneak a glance from time to time when the opportunity arises.
Liz told me about how Gwen is incredibly shy and how they had to drag her to the party and promise to take her out to a nice dinner if she went. When it came her turn, Gwen begged them to leave her alone and not make her tell. Instead, though, they made her do a couple of shots to get her to loosen up, and waited patiently until she was drunk enough to start spilling the details.
Gwen told them about her fantasies. She told them about how she had only had sex with two guys, and those had both been short term things and very tame. She talked about how she secretly dreamed of being used and dominated, and how she would sometimes touch herself in her apartment and think of the possibility of selling pictures of herself for money to men online. Gwen was paying her own way through college, so she was always strapped for cash, but she had good friends who helped her out. That didn't stop her from creating her own fantasies, though, fantasies in which she was a high dollar model who made men pay a premium for a few shots of her ample breasts and smooth behind.
Then Elizabeth told me about how Gwen had fantasized about me.
I choked and felt my face flush red as soon as Liz mentioned that. Liz just smiled at me, and waited for me to get myself under control. "Are you serious?"
"Mmm hmm," Liz went on. "Gwen fantasizes about you a lot. Ever since she started here, she's been thinking about what it would be like to get you into her bed. She tells the most erotic stories. But mostly, she fantasizes about you using her and controlling her, making her into your little slut whore on the side."
"Wow," I managed.
"Yeah. We were impressed. From our little Gwen."
I just sat there, trying to take it all in. "You said you had a proposition."
"Yeah. I do. Well, we do. Some of us want to get together and have you fuck Gwen."
"What?"
"Yeah. Not like a sex party or anything. It needs to be smooth and quiet. We need to surprise her."
I found my cock throbbing as she spoke, and adjusted my pants without modesty. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, you know how Gwen is always needing money, right? It's no big deal, but it's gotten worse now that her parents split up. We'd like you to invite her and I over for dinner to your place some night. You know, as a treat for some friends. And then, once we're both there, I'll slip away and you can have Gwen to yourself."
"How?"
"I don't know. Start by talking to her about how you've been looking at her at work. Tell her about how she's beautiful and how you've dreamed of having a moment alone with her. Offer her money. Offer her to pay her for the chance to fuck her. She won't refuse. In her dreams she begs you to exploit her."
"She begs me to treat her like a prostitute?"
"Yes. It makes her so horny that she can't control herself. Even as she told us this, she had to run to the bathroom and finger herself. We all heard through the bathroom door. Gwen moans a lot."
"Oh God."
Liz smiled evilly. "You see. You want her too. How can you possibly say no?"
She was right, and we both knew it. So, we set a date and agreed to follow the basic plan that Elizabeth had outlined.
* * *
That Friday night, I heard a knock on my apartment door as I was putting the final touches on a pasta dinner. With my hands shaking as I thought of what might lie ahead, I turned off the burners and headed to open the door. As I opened it, Gwen and Elizabeth stood there, and both smiled as me as I welcomed them in.
"Hey," Gwen said quietly as she entered.
"Hey," Elizabeth said, giving me a knowing wink.
"How's it going? Did you find the place okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was fine." Elizabeth looked around. "You have a nice place."
"Thanks," I said. "You can just set your coats down on the bench. I'm just finishing up the bread. Why don't you come back here and sit down in the dining room while I finish up?"
"Okay," they chimed, and together they headed back to the dining room. I watched as they walked ahead of me, taking note of Gwen's body and dress. She was wearing sneakers, some long, loose black pants with a belt that hung down the side. Her top was made up of a black t-shirt that formed tightly around her breasts, and an outer shirt that was buttoned up only on the bottom two buttons. The result was that her top was splayed open, the mounds of her breasts outlined by the black fabric of her shirt. I felt my cock stir, and turned to head into the kitchen to finalize dinner.
Dinner was short. We sat and talked about work, and they talked about class. Liz talked about her boyfriend and how she knew he had cheated on her, but she didn't care because she was going to dump him anyway. Just as we were nearing the end of the pasta, Liz got a phone call on her cell phone. She excused herself and left the room temporarily before coming back in. "I'm sorry. That's my sister. She needs me to come pick her up from some place where her car broke down."
"Okay," Gwen began, "we can go."
"No," Liz replied. "You stay here. Jeff can take you home. Is that okay, Jeff?"
