Executive Perks Pt 02

Author's note - as mentioned in the text below or in Part 1, all characters are over 18.

Executive Perks - Part 2

In the lead up to the party Maggie Storey summoned Kate and Tasha to her office and personally briefed them on the timings and location, in her typically frank and rather coldly clinical way. All they had to do was arrive when and where they were required, everything else would be provided. The sex would be unprotected, so they would be tested for STDs in advance and must make sure they were on contraception.

Naturally they had questions, not that Maggie answered most of them. Kate asked who the Execs were that would be at the party.

"You'll find that out on the night," said Maggie, "and tell no one afterward. In fact everyone there will sign an NDA before the party starts."

"NDA?" said Tasha.

"A Non-Disclosure Agreement," explained Maggie. "It's a legal document that means you'll say nothing about what you see or do at the party, otherwise you will be totally shafted - lose your job, get sued and the like. If it's any consolation, the men all sign one too, so they will be in no position to boast of their 'conquests'." She said the last word with a touch of sarcasm.

Seeing that this had unsettled the girls, Maggie softened her tone and added: "What I can tell you is it will just be four Execs this time, and so eight women - those horny bastards always like a ratio of two girls for each guy."

"So there will be six more of our female colleagues there?" asked Kate, wondering who they would be and whether she would know any of them. If seemed weird to think that some of her female co-workers were in effect "company whores" and that she would soon be one too.

"Not quite," said Maggie. "For one thing, I will be there - Simon has invited me. And one of the other Execs always insists on bringing his wife. He has a thing about watching her getting fucked by other men -and by girls too. She's a complete slut and loves doing it." Kate noticed that the last part was said in a tone that implied Maggie didn't much like this woman. Perhaps realising she had given this aversion away, Maggie added; "Mind you, she started out working here and going to parties and ended up marrying her boss, so I suppose she's done well out of being a bimbo."

Jealousy was Kate's guess. Maggie and this other woman must be roughly contemporaries and one had bagged her man, whereas Maggie, for all her privileges, was never going to be more than Simon's mistress. He already had a trophy wife and a family with her, and he wasn't going to give that up for Maggie.

*****

On the day of the party Kate and Tasha made their way to the place they had been told, going together for mutual support. Their arrival was well in advance of the party start time, as it seemed there were preparations to be made. The venue proved suitably luxurious; an upmarket apartment block of which, Maggie later told them, the company owned the top two floors. The uppermost consisted of a massive suite occupying the whole top floor with kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and a huge dining and living space. The floor below had two, still roomy, two-bedroom flats.

The party would take place on the top floor and when it had finally run its course the men would have a bedroom to themselves, along with any girl or girls they decided to allow to share their bed. The others would have to sort themselves out as best they could among the spare beds and couches. Then in the morning, the girls would continue to be available until the group broke up, which was generally around lunchtime.

"And they go home to their wives," Maggie, who had been explaining all this, concluded, "who of course know roughly what is going on, because wives work this stuff out, but they also know not to rock the boat so as they don't lose their pay-cheque. And so the bastards get away with it." She didn't sound angry, just amused.

The briefing was taking place in one of the smaller flats. Maggie had already been there when they arrived, along with three other women. One was named Lavinia Talbot and she was 26, tall, slim, blonde, attractive in an 'ice-queen' type of way, and very posh, with an upper class accent clearly honed at a private school. She was polite enough but otherwise ignored Kate and Tasha, clearly regarding them as not worthy of much notice. Kate thought she was a middle manager of some sort, although she was not sure what she did. But she also knew that for all her breeding, Ms Talbot was in truth no grander than the rest of them. She was selling her body for money and position and that made her as much of a slut as anyone here.

The second was a girl of Chinese ancestry called Alice Chung. She was shorter and more rounded than Lavinia but just as pretty, albeit in an entirely different sort of way. She worked in sales, and neither Kate nor Tasha knew her, but she proved friendly, very chatty and a mine of information. She was 23 and this was her fourth party and she offered her opinion that they were kind of fun, if you liked sex and just went with the flow.

The last girl was called Maya, but she didn't offer a second name, in fact saying little about anything. She seemed ashamed to be here at all. That, and the fact that she was cute and her brown skin, long black hair and looks suggested she was of Indian heritage, was all Kate could determine. Alice, however, said that this was Maya's second time and she had been just the same at her first - shy and ashamed - until she actually got into the party when she had sucked and fucked with enthusiasm. Maya was 20 and worked in HR and Alice thought when she got over her guilt about this, seemed likely to be a regular for some years.

A knock at the flat door signalled the arrival of others and it turned out to be the last two women who had arrived together coincidentally rather than by plan. One was Sandra Taylor-Brown, 31, wife of the Head of Human Resources, Clive Taylor-Brown, and, Kate deduced, Maggie's despised rival. In looks she was a little non-descript compared to the range of beauties that had assembled to date, being of medium height, average figure and with brown hair cut to shoulder length, but she had a huge personality, bouncing into the room eager for the fray and keen for the orgy to begin. Kate could see why see was popular at these events.

However, not even the enthusiasm of Sandra could distract Kate from the shock she felt at the sight of the other arrival. It was Orla Quinn, the Marketing Manager, her own direct boss and someone she worked with every day. It would never have occurred to her that Orla would do something like this, but then a few weeks ago she would have said the same about herself. Now she knew, it made sense. For one thing, the Irishwoman was a very attractive redhead with a great figure, and for another at 27 she was young to hold such a senior position. As with Lavinia Talbot, that rapid promotion now had an explanation. Not that Orla wasn't good at her job, and likely deserved it on merit anyway.

Orla on the other hand seemed unsurprised to see Kate there and said so: "Hi Kate. I thought I'd see you at one of these eventually, unless you turned it down. That horny old bastard Plunkett was always going to invite you one day. After all, I was part of the interview panel that recruited you and part of the reason you got the job was that Andy fancied you."

"Mr Plunkett... he picked me for this?" Kate said. Andrew Plunkett was the Head of Marketing and so the ultimate boss of both Orla and Kate. "Then... does that mean he'll be here?"

Maggie, overhearing this exchange, intervened. "Now that everyone's present you all need to sign the NDAs and consent forms. They are already filled in with your names, so just add your signature. After which I'll be able to tell you whose sex toys we'll be for the next 24 hours."

Kate got the impression that it amused the older woman to remind them of how degrading what they were about to sign up to actually was. The non-disclosure she signed without even glancing at it. She looked briefly at the consent form. It seemed that short of physical harm, she was agreeing to let the men do whatever they wanted to her sexually. She picked up the pen again and signed.

That over, Maggie continued her briefing. "Right ladies, just the four men this time, hence eight of us. Naturally, our esteemed Managing Director, Mr Forestcue, whose idea all this is, will be present. Simon selected Lavinia and - of course - myself, for invitations. But remember that it doesn't matter who invited you; you are at the service of any and all men who want you."

Maggie glanced at Orla and Kate. "Mr Andrew Plunkett, who I have just heard discussed, will be here and he has picked two members of his own team - Orla and the newbie, Kate. As usual Clive Taylor-Brown will attend, because these parties couldn't really happen without the active assistance of the Head of Human Resources. He chose Maya and, inevitably, his wife, my old friend Sandra."

Sandra was still practically hoping up and down with excitement. "Clive and I would never miss one of these parties! I plan to fuck everyone here, boy or girl... well except my hubby, because we save that for afterward at home, when he ties me up and then spanks me until my arse is red and fucks me hard like the naughty slut I am!" At this she giggled happily.

Maggie was giving her a look of contempt. "Yeah, thanks for that image Sandra; classy as ever. Personally, I could have done without knowing the details of your home life. Getting back to business, the final one of our masters for the night is new to this; it's his first time, so look after him. James Raleigh, our new Finance Director."

Kate's attention was engaged by this last remark. Simon Fortescue was slim, fit and rather distinguished looking, with a head of dark greying hair, but he was 54, married and with a mistress as well. Andy was 51, overweight, balding and - Kate now understood only too well - something of a lecher. He was also married, but presumably didn't care. Clive, 46, completed a trio of randy middle-aged men, although at least in his case being married was not an issue, since he wife seemed to be as bad as he was. Kate was prepared to fuck them all if it meant her future prosperity, but that was all it would be.

James Raleigh was a different matter. He was younger, albeit still 15 years Kate's senior - but then she liked older men; they had an air of sophistication and confidence lacking in boys of her own age. More than that, he was very attractive, looking something like Ryan Gosling, even down to slightly unruly dark blond hair and light beard. He looked fit and athletic too and all in all quite fanciable and, it was rumoured, unmarried. Kate had never spoken to him, but the little she had seen of him he had seemed pleasant enough - but then he was at this party, so what did that mean?

She realised that Maggie had announced that James was responsible for Tasha and Alice being present, and felt a slight pang of jealousy that it wasn't her he had picked, which she realised was stupid of her. This wasn't some sort of date but a sex party at which she and the other women were, as Maggie had suggested earlier, just so many fuck toys.

"Right, for the two newbies," Maggie continued, "What happens next is the social part of the evening. We mix and mingle with the guys, drink and snack - but not too much alcohol ladies; I will be watching. Slightly buzzed is ok, tipsy is too much and drunk is right out. You need to be alert enough to be doing everything the men want later. And for this stage, we have special outfits to wear, all in your sizes."

"Except for me," Sandra cut it, "I came already wearing mine." Up to now she had on a light overcoat, which she now removed. Underneath, she was wearing knee high boots, a crop top so tight that her nipples could clearly be seen and a skirt so short it scarcely covered anything. It was obvious that she had neither bra nor panties on.

"Yes, I see," said Maggie heavily, "you look like a cheap slut."

"Thanks! I do try," replied Sandra cheerfully. "Don't worry, Maggie I think you're complete slut too! After all you've been whoring yourself to Simon and the others even longer than me." She made it sound like a compliment, but Maggie winced.

Kate found the outfit she had been given was almost as revealing as the one Sandra had chosen. The top half was a sort of leather waistcoat that buttoned up the front and felt like it was a size too small given the way it hugged her figure. There was a matching leather skirt, also tight and short, if not quite as minute as Sandra's. Kate at least had underwear - a black lacy bra that was designed to exaggerate her tits with loads of cleavage that the waistcoat did little to conceal as it opened up around her breasts, and a matching thong, which meant her leather clad bum would be well displayed. The only other item was a pair of high-heeled shoes. "It looks like something a street hooker would wear," she observed.

"That's the point," Maggie replied. "These guys see you walking round in smart office-wear all day, and they're thinking you're hot but off limits. Then at the party you spend an hour dressed as a cheap tart and next time they see you in the office they remember: 'That respectable looking girl - well she's just a slut really and I fucked her last month'. It turns them on like crazy and gets them ready for all the sex later. So prepare to be groped a lot and remember, you're here to please and have already consented, so no talking back and no flinching; just go with it and make sure the guys have fun."

Then it was time. Kate, clad in leather top and skirt, joined the others all dressed in different but similarly skimpy gear and followed Maggie - who was wearing a black PVC basque, thong and thigh boots with improbably high heels - up the stairs to the top floor and into the grand apartment. The men, dressed in 'smart casual' rather than the business suits Kate was used to seeing, were already present and were warmly appreciative of the parade of feminine beauty entering the room, with many lewd comments and whoops of appreciation from Andy and Clive.

Kate found this section less awful than she had feared; in fact she started to enjoy herself. There was pleasure in the attention she and the others got. Simon Fortescue was the first to talk to her and Tasha, welcoming the first timers. He was a perfect gentleman, with none of the threatened groping from him, but then perhaps he didn't need to. "When the party proper starts," he said smoothly, "you two will come with me. There is a tradition - the privilege of rank perhaps - that I get to have the new girls first."

Then Kate found herself with Orla and Andy at the bar. Her boss was between the two women, a hand firmly on each of their bums, stroking and squeezing them. "This is so fucking hot! I sit in my office and look at the girls in my team and imagine fucking them or watching them fuck each other while one is on her knees sucking my cock, and now with three of you I'll know what that's really like."

"Three?" Kate asked.

"Beth," Orla answered for him. Beth was Andy's PA, a pretty and petite 24 year-old brunette. Now Kate knew how she had got that job.

"Yeah," said Andy to Orla. "I loved it at the last party when you and Beth ate each other out 69-like and then I pulled Beth's hips up and fucked her hard from behind while you licked my balls." His voice was dripping with lust and there was a distinct bulge in the crotch of his pants. "When I get you two alone tonight, we're gonna have some fun!"

It suddenly hit Kate that she was going to have sex with her work manager, Orla. It was a strange thought but far from an awful one. Kate still thought of herself as straight rather than bisexual, because if she had been out in a club looking for a date it would have been the men she was eyeing, but after Tasha and Maggie she knew that she found having sex with girls very pleasant and her redheaded boss was definitely hot.

Orla, at her eleventh of these parties and better versed in how to react to those sort of comments, said nothing but simply wriggled partly free of Andy's groping grasp, took a half step toward Kate and pulled her into an embrace, kissing her passionately. Kate pressed her own body against Orla and the kiss continued for some time. There were tongues. When they finally broke it, Andy was staring at them, a huge grin on his face and the bulge in his pants even larger.

Orla kissed him, stroked the bulge with her hand and whispered, "Later babe." Kate, catching the idea, kissed him too before escaping to mingle with the others.

She next encountered Clive, accompanied by Alice and his wife Sandra. Clive didn't waste much time on many words, simply welcoming her to the party, hoping she would enjoy it and that he would see her at many more, after which he pulled her into an embrace, kissed her and proceeded to run his hands all over her body, making a point of squeezing her bum and tits. Warned to expect this and knowing she had agreed to it, Kate made no protest but she was still surprised when as soon as Clive finished Sandra did exactly the same thing.

The married couple then wandered off in the direction of the Indian girl, Maya, who they proceeded to treat in the same manner, leaving Kate with Alice. "Don't mind them too much," the Chinese girl said. "They both just live for sex with as many partners as possible but they're harmless enough otherwise. Just fuck them and they're happy."

A little later Kate found herself alone for a moment. She was just considering looking for Tasha when James Raleigh came over, a drink in each hand.

"Hi," he said, offering her a glass of Prosecco, which she accepted. "You looked a little lost there for a moment, which is something I can relate to. It's my first time as well and it's all a bit weird isn't it? I mean, work colleagues but we all know what's going to happen soon. It takes some getting used to."

He was smiling at her and Kate was suddenly very aware of how handsome he was and found she was blushing. Hastily, she said the first thing that came into her head.

"Umm... who did you invite to come tonight?" she asked. Maggie had said and she remembered it was Tash and Alice, but it seemed something to say.

"Well only one really - Tasha. Do you know her?" Kate nodded. "I had to pick someone and she is very pretty, isn't she?" Kate smiled her agreement. "Andy Plunkett asked me to choose the Chinese girl - I think she's called Alice, but I don't really know her - so I did as a favour to him. I'm new on the board and I need to make allies. In fact that's why I'm here at all."

"Really?" said Kate in surprise. "I mean, I assumed it would be for the girls."

"Oh, I like beautiful women - I like them a lot. But I'm not like Andy or Clive; I don't need to pay to get ladies to share my bed. Without wanting to boast, I've been pretty successful in that department over the years."

Kate believed him. He was handsome, charming and yet with a certain 'bad boy' undertone that she found exciting. "So, you have a wife? Or a girlfriend? Do they know you're here?" she asked.

"No," he said, smiling again as if he was reading her thoughts. "I've had many lovers, but I'm not sure I could ever settle down with one woman. But nor are these parties really my thing - I'm just here to fit in and keep in the MD's good books. What I really need is a partner who is as open-minded about relationships as I am and wouldn't get jealous if I saw other women, provided we had no secrets from one another. That would suit me. In fact, I was thinking that I might meet some girls like that at these parties. That's why I asked Tasha, to see what she's like."

"She's great," Kate said rapidly, her thoughts whirling in odd directions, "we've become very good friends. And lovers too," she added, "I couldn't ever be jealous of her." She blushed again, thinking that she was being rather too obvious.