Ericas Errant Erotica Pt 03

"Erica, you're missing the weekly divisional meeting! Jim sent me to get you."

"Oh, holy crap..."

Fresh from my erotica stupor I got up from my desk to make what was left of the meeting when Dee said, "Oh no, Erica, the mini skirt!!!" Like I was strapped to plutonium.

All of a sudden my resourceful secretary whipped off her skirt, "Quick! Take off the mini and trade me."

"Oh, Dee, I knew you liked me but to come on to me like this," I said teasing her.

"Very funny." She zipped me up in the back and I ran for the door only to stop and lean back in, "You do have great legs," and took off.

Every last guy at the meeting was visibly disappointed that I'd ditched the mini skirt. On the other hand when I came back to my office there were no less than 4 guys surrounding Dee's desk, schmoozing and laughing. When she could see me I mouthed the words, "Do you need help?"

"Lunch," she mouthed.

I approached her desk, "Alright you sharks, the gorgeous Dee and I are going to leave you to circle the pool elsewhere."

As we left for lunch, they couldn't take their eyes off of her rear end, the mini enhancing the already magnificent. Walking from the car to the deli wasn't much different. Dee's natural assets and my skirt were a big hit with passersby. One bold guy ran up to her with his business card, "Call me," and ran off.

"I think I've had enough attention for one day," she said.

"Yes, you have but," I cautioned her, "isn't it kinda fun? Are you sure you want to go back from screaming hottie to regular hottie? And you might get an erotic storyline out of this."

She laughed. "I see what you're up to. Okay, I'll wear it the rest of the day but promise me you won't ever show up to work with a mini skirt again. I'm only saving you this once."

"Thanks, Dee, you're the best."

"I'm a dope but you seem at loose ends."

"I know. My head is so far into this erotic storytelling all I think of is writing more."

"Sounds like you need to get laid. Where's your husband in all this?"

"He's around but he's so, I don't know, he's too polite. Sometimes I want to be that dirty girl, Ashley, my mind dreams up. I'll send you the second part this afternoon after I let Jim read it."

Dee shook her head, "I still can't believe you have that agreement. Eventually he's going to bust a spring and want some of that dirty girl in his office."

"I know, that's what we're trying to avoid."

"That's what you're trying to avoid, but I guarantee he's jerking off at the thought of taking you. And you're writing more to reinforce his dirty girl image of you."

"Lately I've been worried that..."

"That what?"

"That I'm really Ashley."

"Erica, part of you is Ashley. They're fantasies but they're your fantasies."

"Yes, I know. But she's so willing to experiment and I'm on the shy side, not to mention married!"

"I'll bet," she said, "if given the right opportunity you'd take advantage of it. I wouldn't worry about your character, I'd be excited. Have fun with her. I'm looking forward to reading the next part."

"C'mon, Dee, tell me a fantasy of yours. I promise to keep it secret."

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"C'mon, all we talk about is me. What's a fantasy of yours?"

"Well, you've taken the oath so here goes. I've fantasized about being gangbanged."

"Wow, really?"

"Really."

"Wow."

"Okay, stop saying that. You mean you've never fantasized about that before?"

"How many guys?"

"A minimum of four."

"Wow."

"Stop saying that."

Back at the office we went to our separate domain. When I looked out about 20 minutes later Dee was surrounded by the same four mini skirt aficionados from earlier.

I texted her, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

She looked down at her phone and burst out laughing. 'Got the minimum!' she texted back.

***

I had sent more of my story to Jim per our disarmament arrangement but there was an hour left in the work day and I'd heard nothing. I chalked it up to my mini skirt mistake and the meeting I nearly missed but still, he would have read it the night before.

Then, as I anticipated his reaction he stuck his head in the door. "Could I see you in my office, Erica?"

Ushering me in I was spooked immediately by his locking the door behind us. He'd never done that before and I wondered why this time? Was he so crazed by my story he'd decided to consummate our fictional relationship?

"I read your story last night and couldn't get to sleep. I have to be honest about this, is that okay?"

"Yes."

He rolled his chair over to mine and took my hand.

"Okay, I masturbated and came to your story. I still couldn't sleep. I couldn't get the images out of my head I was so aroused. Still awake an hour later I read it again and jerked off again. I couldn't get over that those characters were based on us. What are we going to do, Erica?"

"What are WE going to do? I'm going to keep writing and I assume you're going to keep wanking because I made a mistake and now you can't look away."

"But that's us!"

"No, that's a sexually fictional version of us, cooked up in my head. Maybe you should stop reading them. I never meant for you to see them anyway. They're my fantasy!"

I don't know why I was so angry since it was my fault but he was expecting me to satisfy his obsession. His hand moved from my hand to my thigh.

"I'm going to stop sending them to you. That should fix the problem."

"No! We had an agreement!"

"No, you said what you wanted to do and I foolishly went along with it."

"Open your blouse. Let's do this."

"No!"

"You let Paul fuck you. You even let John fuck you. Unbutton your blouse."

"No! They're not real!"

"But I am and I want you. Strip!"

"And what? Are you going to rape me if I don't take my clothes off for you?"

His voice got very small, "No...of course not. I'm sorry...."

"Jim, we have to work together and you know how much I care for you but we have to do something. These stories have unleashed the beast in you...and me"

I couldn't say it but Ashley was fighting to get out and strip for him. While I was trying to get things under control I wanted him to fuck me, force me if necessary. That submissiveness was part of Ashley and part of me. But I knew if we did it our working relationship and my marriage would likely be over and I wasn't prepared for that.

"I'm not going to let you read them anymore. Maybe after awhile you can stop looking at Ashley and get back to seeing me."

I unlocked the door and left his office for the safety of mine. I was exhausted and just wanted to go home but I was also turned on by his desire for me. It would have been so easy to let him fuck me but I couldn't risk it. I opened my phone. I had to find solace in the word processor...

[I had allowed a third party, John, to have access to my body, something that I had never agreed to or expected. But I trusted Paul to make the right call and this sort of thing with John and his 'audition' in exchange for becoming the modeling face of the product was as old as the Hollywood casting couch.]

[But several things were wrong with my boyfriend's allowing me to be used that way. Firstly, Paul had arranged this encounter without asking me if I even wanted to model for the company. Secondly, he seemed all too happy serving me up to John. Thirdly, it was risky with my husband working in the building.]

[I suppose I should have stopped fucking Paul altogether. The problem was the thrill. I was addicted to the danger and the high of the sex. Now Paul had introduced another man to the game and I liked it. I wanted to be mad at Paul but instead found myself enjoying sex with two men for the first time.]

[What had I become? Whatever it was it must have lay dormant in me for years. My fling with Paul was releasing all of it.]

[In spite of the potential gossip I kept dressing sexier knowing that it would please Paul but would also trigger a confrontation with Alan. A couple of days after the three way Alan asked me if I was "going out to work like that?"]

["Of course, what's wrong with your wife looking attractive?"]

["The skirt is too short, the slit comes up too far and the top shows too much cleavage. Should I keep going? Black thigh highs? Ashley, it's a workplace not a brothel.]

["Oh you're just jealous because men like to look at me. You'd think showing off your pretty wife would be something you'd enjoy but instead you're a buzzkill."]

["I'm sure Paul likes it," he said with a note of anger.]

["As a matter of fact, he does!" I said defiantly.]

["Listen, Ashley, I'm sure it doesn't matter what you wear for Paul since in his office your panties are down around your ankles anyway."]

["Asshole! You don't know that. What are you accusing me of?"]

[He just smiled and walked out the door to his car. I was pissed because I had to lie to defend the indefensible. He could probably smell the sex on me.]

[When I got to work I heard conversation coming from Paul's office. We usually had sex as soon as I got to work but I decided to wait until he called for me. I had work to do anyway. I could hear them talking and laughing. Then his door opened, he leaned in my doorway, "Ashley, could I see you in my office?"]

[I followed him in and there was a camera set up and another man I didn't know sitting where John had sat two days earlier. Paul locked the door and stood close behind me. He put his right hand around my waist and the other on my rear.]

["Hey, baby doll, this is Chris. He's the photographer doing the shoot for the new campaign. Chris, this is Ashley."]

[Chris stood, looking me up and down, "Very, very, VERY nice to meet you, Ashley."]

["Ash, Chris is going to take some test shots of you before the actual photo shoot," explained Paul.]

["Yes, sort of getting your best angles, how to light you, standard test shots," Chris said, trying to explain the explanation.]

["Okay, I guess," I said, not really understanding the process. The photographer seemed more than pleased with my looks but I wondered about my sexy outfit. I had no warning from Paul about this so I questioned it with Chris.]

["Oh don't worry about that," he said to reassure me, "you're a beautiful girl, in fact, I can't believe you're forty one. You look twenty five. Whatever, I personally think you look fantastic."]

[After the fight with Alan I was a sucker for any and all compliments. The photographer thought I looked fantastic and that took my ego to the bank.]

[They had set up a big white back drop on two tall stands and then there was me in front of it explaining that I had no modeling experience.]

["Just move, pose and play to the camera. (Click) Tease me like you're showing off to your boyfriend. Anything goes so relax and have fun." I began to get comfortable with him. "Yes, Ash, that's it. (click) (click) You mind if I call you Ash?"]

["No, I like it."]

["Yes (click) yes (click). Oh ya, girl, show me your stuff. (click). I used every move that I'd ever seen a model do and a few I made up. I played with my slit skirt and highlighted my legs. Chris seemed very pleased to see that and Paul sat back back in his chair with his feet up on the desk smiling.]

[Chris took a lot of pictures and after about 15 minutes, "Okay, great, Ashley, just beautiful. I just want to ask you something I ask all my top models I work with. Feel free to say no but Paul thought it was a good idea." He moved in close and asked me, "How would you feel about doing a series of nude shots?"]

[I was naive enough to think that wouldn't come up, "Oh I don't know, Chris..."]

["I could possibly shop them and make you some extra cash in the process. You're the kind of girl they look for, gorgeous with the body of a temptress. What do you think?"]

[I'm pretty sure I blushed at his description of me but I challenged him, "Are you sure you don't want these pictures so you can sit around and jerk off?"]

[Paul jumped out of his chair, "Ash, the man's a professional."]

["First of all," admitted Chris, "I can't say I haven't done that because I've had photo sessions with some unbelievably beautiful women and I am a man after all (he chuckled) but I'd be happy to compensate you for the work. I think you're an amazing beauty and even if they go no further than the three of us I think it's worth doing."]

["Ahhhh, I'm not sure about this..."]

[Sounding close to begging, Paul put his arms around me. "Do this for us, baby doll. Twenty years from now we can look back at how hot you were. Hell, you'll probably still be a hottie. Cmon, babe, do it."]

["Okay, okay, but I don't want these pictures to go anywhere but the three of us...for now."]

["Great," said a jubilant Chris, "just sign this standard release form. It gives me permission to take the pictures."]

[I handed the paper back to him and as I did my smarter inner voice was kicking me in the head. But I kept with the rationalization that it would be fun and I could let sexy me go wild. Fun was my byword.]

[Chris took over the conversation as director. "Alright, I want to use Paul's desk and the office as the backdrop. Maybe we have you like a secretary and Paul's your boss. He's sitting with his back to the camera talking to you. Ashley, you're trying to get his attention because you're horny as hell."]

"I thought you were just going to take some nude shots," I asked.

["Well, yes I am but having a storyline makes it more fun. Now, Ashley, put on these glasses and hold this steno pad, cross your legs and sit on the edge of the desk facing me like your taking dictation. Yes, you look fabulous. Remember your motivation. You only have one thing in mind and so you slowly strip to get him to look at you and maybe more."]

[I went after it as naughty as I had in me, Chris firing the camera as quickly as I could move. He captured every suggestion and nuance of my body and at times it felt like I was making love to him. He instructed Paul not to budge, remaining oblivious to his secretary's come on. All Chris kept saying was, "give me more, make him want to fuck you."]

[All the directions and the sound of his voice got me wet as hell.]

["That's it, Ashley...so hot. Yes, show him your tits, girl, present them to him, yes!! Stroke yourself, oh hell that's hot. I'm getting hard just taking pictures. Okay, Paul, you finally can't resist any longer and you go after her. That's right, deep kiss her. Ash, get his pants down..."]

[In short time Paul was fucking me on the desk and Chris was capturing every detail of it. To be honest it wasn't that I didn't know that was their goal from the beginning. Men have an exaggerated view of their cleverness around women. I did what amounted to a porn shoot because I wanted to, up to and including Paul shooting his cum on my face. Paul left the office to get some wet paper towels but Chris had conveniently kept a hand towel in his gig bag.]

[While Paul was gone, Chris stood in front of me, hand on my hip, delicately wiping away the cum. I asked him why he didn't fuck me after Paul was finished?]

["I wasn't sure about Paul. I wanted to, believe me I wanted to. I just thought you were his girl and hands off." I kissed him and said, "Don't think so much."]

[Chris was cute and I reached out and gently ran my hand across the front of his khakis and pulled away as soon as Paul returned. As Chris was taking apart his backdrop and putting his lighting equipment away, Paul stepped out of the office again. Chris called me over and handed me his card, "Come and see me at my studio, day or night."]

[I said nothing but took the card and went back to my office and touched up my makeup. I started to toss the card in the wastebasket but stopped and put it in my purse...]

***

I had to stop the story because I was getting none of my work done. I would sink into the characters and lookup at the clock and two hours would have flown by. Jim was caught up in fantasizing about me so nothing in our department was going anywhere.

I texted Dee, 'Jim's out of the loop.'

Dee flagged me down on the way to the copier and asked in a low voice why I hadn't included a character based on her into my story? "Not interesting enough?"

"I didn't think you'd want to be in my sordid little soap opera."

"Erica, did you forget that I turned you on to erotica? I put a character in my new story based on you."

"You did?!"

"Yup."

"What's her name?"

"Ashley."

I was shocked, "Well...for god's sake...Dee that's my name!!!"

"No, that's your characters name. Your name is Erica."

"Okay smart ass. You know what I mean. What's she like?"

"Weeellll, let's just say, she gets around. Sort of like your Ashley. It's pretty steamy stuff."

"Let me get this straight, you're writing a story about me writing a story. Can I read it?"

"Better not."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to influence your style."

"What, because you're better than me?"

"No, because you're so good and I'm home wanking off at your stuff. So, naturally, I'd love to see a character like me in your story and since Jim's out of the loop I wouldn't be recognized."

"Oh, I know what this is about. You want that gangbang you'd never give yourself in real life. Hmmm???"

In a wee corny little voice, "Maybe..."

"I'll see what I can do but before that I think Ashley needs to pay a visit to the photographer."

"Who's that?"

"You'll read about it. Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to fantasy land..." I skipped back to my office where I did actual work except for the last hour which was mine all mine.

***

[On the elevator with Paul at days end I neglected to say anything to him about Chris's invitation to his studio. The doors opened and to my surprise there was my husband. Paul couldn't have sped past him faster if he'd been shot out of a cannon.]

["Where's he off to?"]

["I have no idea." We kissed briefly before he told me he'd agreed to go to the bar with some of his work buddies and that he'd be home late. I said okay and we parted ways. This late breaking news was not received well by my already guilt ridden psyche that had now been given an unimpeded pass to text the number on Chris's card. I could only get into trouble.]

[Chris's interests could only be satisfied by a slut in training like me but why else would he have asked if he didn't think he already had me? I was taking more and more chances, the kinds of risks that a junkie takes everyday to get high. More cock was what I craved and I knew an endless number of men would line up to give it to me.]

[I texted him, 'Hey, Chris, it's Ashley. Finish what we started?']

[I didn't hear anything back at all and was still in the company lot a half hour later considering whether to give up and go home or go straight to his studio. After all, he said "day or night."]

[I was familiar with the neighborhood where his studio was located so I drove to a diner a block away thinking I'd wait for awhile before giving up. I sat in a booth, ordered a beer and a sandwich and if nothing else I'd at least have fed myself.]

[I looked around and there were a few couples but mostly men staring at the girl wearing a sexy outfit. I mostly ignored them through dinner but towards the end of my meal one of them who'd been sitting at the counter got off his stool and headed my way. Oh fuck. I looked at my phone and no reply from Chris so I pretended to be preparing to leave.]

["Like some company?" said the deep voice.]

["I was getting ready to leave but thanks." I pulled out my wallet..."]

["Oh no, let me get that," he said putting one hand on mine as I reached for the bill. He slipped the paper out from under my grasp and taking a wad of cash from his pocket ripped off a twenty and a ten and laid it on the bill.]

["You didn't have to do that," I said.]

["Yes I did. I wanted to buy dinner for the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time."]