On my second day at F.E.M. I was met in the lobby by the hot young woman who had entered April's office during my initial interview. The memory of her tight, naked ass and pussy bent over April's desk made my groin stir.
She smiled as I moved toward the door she was holding open for me.
"Morning," I said.
She nodded, but was silent. I didn't know her name and she didn't offer it. She gestured and I slipped past her through the doorway. On the way through she pinched my ass.
"Lovely ass," she said.
I was surprised, if not a bit unnerved, by a woman so young being so aggressive and forward.
"Uh, thanks." I kept walking, heading towards the elevator, figuring I would be going directly to my desk in the Legal Department.
"Not that way," I heard her say from behind me. "We are going downstairs first."
Downstairs? It dawned on me what was downstairs. I looked at her, but she was in her own world.
One floor down the elevator opened and she pointed to the shower room. "Let's go," she said, not even looking at me.
Wow. So young, but totally in charge of me. Here I was, a thirty-eight year old man being ordered around by a gal just out of college. This place had had its effect on both of us.
In the shower room were about ten other guys, most were nude, a few were undressing. There were three other women, clothed, of course. Each of the three women had a guy they were enjoying, with mouth and/or hands.
"Hi, Eve," one of then women said to my young guide. The two exchanged pleasantries, then Eve was right back to business.
"Undress," Eve told me. She sat on a bench. A few feet away from her the woman who she had chatted with was now blowing a guy. Her head was working like a piston. He started to moan loudly. The other women stopped and stared. "Go girl!" one of them exclaimed.
The guy came. The woman swallowed until the cum overflowed from her mouth. Eve leaned over and stuck her tongue into the woman's mouth. When she pulled out her tongue it was covered with cum. She swept it into her own mouth with delight. "Mmmm," she said with a big smile. "What a great place to work!"
She returned her attention to me. I had taken off my shoes and socks, but had stopped, captivated like everyone else by the blowjob.
"Keep going!" she demanded.
Off came my shirt and pants I suddenly remembered the huge two-way mirror behind me. Who was watching me in the lounge? They must love the sight of a young woman dominating an older male.
Hurry up," she snapped. It was strange looking down at her thin legs, so sexy as they rose up to the hem of her miniskirt, all the way to her sweet young pussy. Yet, this small, young thing was so much in control of me.
It felt so...new and, I had to admit --exciting.
Her lips curled in satisfaction as I pulled down my underwear. Out popped my stiff "morning wood" cock. It bobbed for a few seconds, then it settled, as straight and hard as a metal rod. It waited an inch from her lips.
She stood up and grabbed it. "Come!"
She pulled me by my cock. Wobbling like a penguin, I followed her until I was beneath a shower spout. She turned on the shower and stepped back. "Soap up!"
As I began to rub soap over myself, she pulled out a camera.
"I am going to take a video of you, like I have of a bunch of other guys here, so I can invite over my young women friends and show them some of the benefits of this company. I want to promote this place.
"Mmmmm. I like watching the soap flow all over you. I know all the women on the other side of the mirror feel the same."
She told me to turn around. I knew she was very fond of my ass. I could sense her camera lens on me as the water and soap streamed down my backside.
She had me face her again.
"For me, all the women in the other room and those who will be watching this video, you are now going to jerk of!"
She was loving her control over me. The thickness of my cock made it obvious that I was liking it too.
I put extra soap in my palm and began to stroke. The other three women in the shower room came over to watch. Eve kept filming.
"Come on, " one of them said. "Stroke that hard cock!"
It made me pump faster.
One of the women whistled.
Suddenly, there were about six more women in the room. Clapping ensued.
I was buoyed by all the female attention.
It took only a minute longer to put me over the edge. A long, white stream shot from me. It flew so far, it struck one of the women in her chest. She laughed, swept up some of it off her blouse with a finger and licked it off.
Another blast erupted from me. Then I was done. Weak-kneed, I kneeled down and let the water from the spout wash away the goo on my hand.
Applause filled the room.
As I was toweling off near my locker my cell phone dinged. It was a text from my boss. The client whose file I had reviewed yesterday wanted to meet. I had to go to her. She was waiting at her townhouse, located downtown.
I sighed.
Eve frowned as I got dressed. "Oh well," she said. "At least I got to watch you jerk off." She slapped my ass. "Impress our client! It is the clients that pay your ample salary--and who finance all of the fun that goes on here."
I just nodded.
I would have preferred to nap...
A very short time later I was at the downtown condominium building. I was escorted up twenty floors by a sour-faced security guard. The only words he spoke were, "yes?" when I showed up in the lobby and "follow me," upon approval of my entry from my client.
The female who answered the door was no more than eighteen. She was gorgeous, with silky black hair, huge green eyes a thin figure.
This couldn't be my client.
The young woman grinned, two rows of perfect teeth. "Hello," she said softly, with an accent that had to be southern. "I am Jade and you must be Attorney Zander. Please, come in."
She nodded at the guard. "Thanks Henry."
He gave me a wary look, then nodded back to Jade and left.
I waited in the huge living room, with a breathtaking view of the city through floor to ceiling windows. Jade walked off to another part of the sprawling condominium.
She reappeared, trailed by a tall woman, with grey hair and a stout figure. This had to be my client, Emily Von Tropitz. She wore an expensive-looking blouse and tapered pants. Her face was perfectly prepared, with faint eye shadow, strategic touches of blush and just a touch of lipstick. Yet, the best all of it could do was make her look average.
She went to the couch set across from me and sat down. Her grey eyes fell on me. There was a chill about them, like the bite of a winter wind. "Attorney Zander. You, I am told, are skilled in the area of divorce law."
