THURSDAY MORNING
It was thong Thusday and Cori, knowing how much the guys appreciated last week's thong swimsuit, wore another one just like it today. Well, not exactly like it. As promised, John had ordered different colors and even smaller sizes. This one could have been mailed in a standard business envelope.
What there was of it was cherry red and Cori wore matching cherry red heels and lipstick. This one was so small and so tight, there was nothing Cori could do to keep it from dividing her pussy lips. In the end, the suit really only covered three things — her nipples and her clit. The rest of her pussy lips, her ass and about 98 percent of her tits were totally bare. Man, the tan lines this would leave, Cori mused.
She remembered how much the guys had liked seeing her oiled up last week and decided to apply the first coat herself, slathering her body in baby oil. She looked at herself in the mirror, noticing how the oil made her skin glisten and look that much softer and darker. She looked sexy, sleek and ever-so-exposed. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep the suit on, but as revealing as it was, she doubted it much mattered if it was on or not.
Not that bookkeeping, filing and answering phones ever dominated her day, but Cori spent even less time than usual on these daily office tasks. So enamored was everyone with her attire — or lack thereof — that Cori spent her entire day being ogled, fondled and fucked. Of course, those were her top three job duties, so she prioritized her work accordingly.
"Damn, that's even hotter than last week," Ben said when Cori strolled in. She was aware of the suit rubbing across her swollen clit with each stride. "Let me get a good look. Turn around. Yeah ... nice thong. Bend over. Legs a little wider. Yeah, very nice." Ben pulled the thong out of her ass and pussy, impressed by how snug it was. The suit was fully taut and seemed on the verge of snapping at any moment. He dipped his finger inside her pussy, pleased to find it as moist and slick as her exterior skin.
"There's nothing better than a girl who's slick and wet inside and out," Ben said approvingly. "Stand back up and turn around." Cori did, facing him again now. Her dark, oiled breasts looked good enough to eat; if they were the main course, her golden thighs and the treasure held between them would have made a sweet dessert. He gave the thong a good tug to make sure it was properly wedged back between her pussy lips.
"Does that rub on your clit?" he asked.
"Yeah," Cori said. "It rubs on my clit and on my tits. It doesn't hurt, but it makes them all really hard. I think my pussy will probably be wet all day because of that."
"Glad to hear it," Ben said, "because I plan to have some of that pussy in a little while. I've got several floating fucks left, you know. We might just have to take a few extra coffee breaks today."
"Well, you know where to find me," Cori smiled. She turned, wiggling her ass for him as she walked around behind the counter. Moments later, John came out of the back and Cori repeated the show for him. John was delighted by the suit he had ordered and anxious for his Thursday night date with Cori.
"You and me all night tonight," he smiled. "Did you get a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah, I slept great," Cori said. "I almost didn't have time to give Ty a blowjob this morning before we came to work."
"Well, don't plan on lots of sleep tonight," John said.
"All right," Cori said. "I'm ready, willing and able!"
"Well, that's music to my ears!" a loud voice boomed from the door as a large man entered the shop. Cori recognized him instantly as Vern Holman, a powerful local attorney whose family owned half of the county. He was far and away the front-runner in the upcoming mayoral election. Holman was in his mid-40s, but looked older. He had jet black hair that he dyed to keep the gray out, a big round nose and a wide mouth that matched his powerful voice. He was 6-6 and weighed nearly 300 pounds. He had a larger-than-life personality to match his large body. He was dressed in a flashy, pinstriped suit, carried a cane and wore black alligator-skin shoes. He was accompanied by a slender man in his mid-30s who carried a briefcase and was also dressed in a suit, albeit a much cheaper one.
"Hello Mr. Holman," Ben said, coming out of the back and stepping forward to shake his hand. Mr. Holman had never even been to the shop before, but everyone knew who he was. He wasn't the sort of man who spent his own time getting his car fixed. He had people to handle such menial tasks. "What can we do for you today?"
"Well, my car doesn't need to be fixed, if that's what you're asking," the powerful voice boomed. "I've heard a lot about this pretty little filly over here and figured it was about time I took a look for myself. I can certainly see what all the fuss is about. She's as hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July. Cops or the holier-than-thoughs ever give you any trouble about her walking around like that?"
"Oh, we get a few complaints now and then," Ben said. "But the cops refuse to issue an indecent exposure citation. They say anything that looks that good could never be considered indecent."
"Can't say I disagree," Holman said. "What's your name, little lady?" he said, extending his hand to Cori. She was impressed that he looked her squarely in the eye.
"Cori," she responded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holman."
"Pleasure's all mine," he said, now allowing his eyes to trail up and down her tan, curvy, oil-slicked body. "This is my associate, Mr. Tanner. We were wondering if you and your boss here might be able to have a private discussion."
"Of course," Ben said. "We can use my office."
Ben led them Mr. Holman and Cori into his office where they sat around the small, four-person conference table.
"Coffee and Danish, Mr. Holman, Mr. Tanner?" Cori asked.
"That sounds nice, thank you. Cream and sugar, please."
"I like mine black, please," Tanner said, speaking for the first time.
Cori went back into the lounge area and brought back their coffee and Danish. She made another trip to bring the same for Ben and grabbed bottled water for herself.
"No Danish for you, I see," Holman said, eyeing Cori and smiling knowingly.