Joni's Next Job

CHAPTER 1: THE BBC OPPORTUNITY

"Joni Mathers?"

I turned at the voice. I was exiting the main lobby of Farnum Industries where I worked as the Executive Assistant to Mr. Farnum, the corporate CEO. Well... Executive Assistant was part of what I did for Mr. Farnum and the three Senior Vice Presidents in their exclusive office suite. The man I found leaning casually against the building wall seemed comfortable, self assured, but non-threatening.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

"I doubt it and I just barely know who you are," he responded.

"What do you want, then?"

"My intention is not to frighten or bother you. I'm someone who does things for other people. Mostly I learn things and pass that on to those who want to know. In this case, I was paid to determine if certain rumors were true and, if so, to learn as much more as possible. After accomplishing that, I was asked to deliver a message to you... and that is all."

I glanced around me as people working for the corporation continued to pass around me and him. What could be so important that someone was paying for this man to dig into all the information he could find? And what were the rumors he had referred to?

"What's the message?" I finally asked.

He reached inside his jacket and removed an envelop. "Are you familiar with The Arches downtown?" I nodded. It was a very high-end restaurant. He handed me the envelop. "I am told that his business card and cab fair is inside this. He suggested 7:00 PM tonight."

I chuckled. "You're saying someone I don't know is inviting me to dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in Miami. To what end?"

He held up his hands. "At this point, you now know as much as I do. But... if it has anything to do with the information I learned and reported to him, I think you will find it interesting."

With that message delivered, he turned and walked away down the sidewalk. I watched him for a moment until he was lost in the crowd crossing the street. How odd, I thought. What's the harm, though? Mr. Farnum is out of town so my evening is open. I slipped the envelop into my purse and started off in the opposite direction.

* * * *

The Arches was everything I had heard it was so I was glad I chose to dress to impress. A little black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, backless, and a plunging bodice. Thigh-high stockings, 4" heels, simple pearl earrings and necklace completed my outfit.

Exiting the cab, I smiled at the doorman who I was sure had a glimpse of the top of my stockings... maybe more. My time with Mr. Farnum had taught me the excitement available from exhibitionism and teasing. If I hadn't been still thinking more about who I was meeting and why, I might have thought to flash a bit more.

Approaching the podium inside, "I am joining a Mr. Tatum," I announced. She smiled, nodded, and led me into the restaurant. I was being led deep into the restaurant and as we continued I scanned ahead for a table with a single man. At a far corner booth sat a single black man. A quite large single black man who was focused on our approach.

He was out of the booth and offering his hand as we arrived. "Ms. Mathers, thank you for meeting with me." His hand was massive around mine and his grasp was strong while still gentle. He appeared to be in his early 40's (I would learn him to be 42) though he seemed younger due to being in obviously magnificent shape. I guessed his height at six and a half (6'-5" as it turned out) and he was... muscular. Even dressed in dress slacks, white shirt open at the collar, and business jacket, his massive body was evident. And, very black with deep dark eyes and short-cut black hair. So this was Jason Tatum, president of Ebony Enterprises LLC and retired NFL defensive end after 12 very successful years. Yes, I did my own quick internet search. We must have appeared as an example of contrast with me being a decade younger, white, barely 5' tall, and him weighing probably 2.5 times my 110 pounds.

"You have me at a great disadvantage, Mr. Tatum. But, I admit, I was too curious after talking to the other man. I needed to know what this was all about."

"Please," he offered, "call me Jason. May I call you Joni?" I nodded acceptance. "I promise, you will want to hear this. Let's have a nice dinner and I'll do what I can to explain everything."

He eased his way through the telling of the information he acquired and he was correct that it was information I definitely needed to hear. He started with a background and weaved his way through some details without rushing while gauging my reactions. His NFL career was long and lucrative. When he retired, he was set financially to do whatever he wanted, the result of a sound financial manager. With his college degree, he bought into a development firm and soon bought it fully. He downsized it to do only the projects he was most interested in. Along the way, he bought into a couple other diverse companies that interested him to form Ebony Enterprises. Development was his personal interest and it was that angle that led him and an associate to Farnum Industries who own some property that might possibly be developed. As discussions progressed, it was decided the property wouldn't work for them but by that time they had heard the internal rumors. A junior legal representative let slip some information pending and strategic manipulation uncovered a major investigation against the top officers of the corporation.

"Wait... what?" I stammered out. "Top officers? You mean...?" He nodded.

Rumors and innuendo came increasingly to the attention of HR and Legal. The tipping point, though, was when two outside people were found who provided the first real evidence of severe ethical misconduct that could threaten the trust, image, and brand of the corporation. The Board confidentially authorized the installation of surveillance cameras inside the executive suite.

"Oh God, no!" I blurted out with my face sinking into my hands. The next words were mumbled, "They know everything." I looked up suddenly, "Why are you telling me all this?"

He smiled. That seemed absurd, at first. "Because I think there is a way out for you and on the other side of this could be an opportunity for both of us." I stared at him with squinted eyes. Did I trust him? Should I trust him? What were my options? I had to at least hear him out.

* * * *

Two days later, with Mr. Farnum still out of town on business, I walked into the Farnum Industries corporate office building with a lawyer at my shoulder. Jason Tatum provided the attorney. The attorney wasn't a specialist in employment law but Jason assured me that the mere presence of an attorney would be sufficient for me to be taken seriously. Instead of taking the elevator to the Executive Suite, we stopped at HR and Legal.

Stepping inside I made my rehearsed announcement, "I am Joni Mathers and this is my attorney. I wish to provide a statement."

In the next instant, offices were being buzzed and senior representatives from HR and Legal were ushering us into a conference room. It began with what I imagined was the normal blah, blah, blah: confidentiality, establishing my statements as free-will, and understanding the ramifications that could result. I then explained how I was approached by Mr. Farnum directly regarding employment and what would be the terms of that employment: in exchange for the job I desired, I would agree to provide sex to him and the vice presidents in the Executive Suite. While not detailing the acts themselves, I did detail the frequency and manner of my use and including becoming Mr. Farnum's slut at his residence. The confession of "slut" seemed to elicit the desired reaction. That I might have been a willing participant wasn't important to them.

They huddled for a brief moment, then, "We have two men who have come forward with..."

"The pilots," I said. They nodded. My attorney asked for a moment. He told me it wasn't as important to provide more details than necessary about my time with the pilots as it was that I was instructed by Farnum. And that turned out to be exactly what the company wanted to hear.

* * * *

That was Friday. The next day, Saturday, I stood in the apartment I knew I had to leave. It wasn't mine since Farnum was leasing it. Surrounding me were boxes filled with my clothes and personal things. The apartment had been furnished so there wasn't much. I was waiting for the next favor from Jason Tatum when my phone sang. The screen read, Jason Tatum. Of course it did.

"Thank you, again, Jason. You saved me. I still don't know why, though."

He chuckled. "I told you, Joni. I think this can be an opportunity for both of us unless you have something else that you can do." I didn't. I had nothing. Where would I live, where I would find another job. Yes, in exchange for my statement the company agreed to provide a neutral reference instead of the negative one that would be justified. All that in exchange for my quietly leaving the company.

Then, he instructed me, "I have a couple guys coming to store your belongs in an open space at the office. You packed a suitcase?" I confirmed I had. "After the guys leave, go to a hotel for the weekend. Meet me at my office Monday morning." Very firm instructions. But, after Farnum, I was used to that now.

* * * *

I stood just inside the door to Ebony Enterprises. I saw nothing that might be a receptionist or anyone who might be expected to greet visitors. In fact, I had the distinct impression that walk-in visitors were unexpected. I quickly scanned the area. Offices on either side, an open bull-pen of cubicles, and an open conference area at the back. Finally, someone approached me. Only then did it hit me that everyone I could see was black. Ebony... black employees... huh.

I was led to Jason's office. The office wasn't like Farnum's. It was still big but not excessively so. It was more functionally big as though it was a place where things were done.

"Joni!" he exclaimed in a way that made me feel like it was genuine. He asked if I wanted coffee. I declined. This man had helped me so much already. The 'why' was still a mystery to me.

We chatted. Farnum was due back from his trip on Sunday, did he try to contact me? I assured him that I ignored the calls as Jason suggested. He asked me what my plans were and I told him the obvious: it had all happened so fast that I had none.

"Jason," I finally said with insistence, "what's going on? You have mentioned opportunities before. What do you see as opportunities that involve you and me?"

He smiled. "I have researched you, Joni. Before our initial meeting I was just curious. After it, I was intrigued." He leaned back in his chair. "My intrigue took me all the way back to Chicago. I know about Chicago, Joni. I know the jobs you lost because you liked to entice co-workers into sex. I know you were yourself entice down to Miami for the job you thought you'd never again have. And, I know you got that job only on the condition of providing sex for those four men." He held my eyes. "And it went further, didn't it? It wasn't just office sex, right?" I nodded. There was no denying anything. There was something he wanted and he was working up to it.

His eyes drifted down my body. I was dressed relatively conservatively, at least for my recent life experience with Farnum. I wore a sleeveless dress that showed nothing of cleavage with a hem just above my knees. His eyes seemed to focus on my crossed knees before returning up to my eyes.

"Is that the way you dressed for Farnum in the office, Joni?"

Is that it? Is he going to want some special thanks for his help? Was it all for a moment of sex?

I shook my head. Explain, he said. And, I did. Short skirts, revealing blouses, sheer blouses, and lingerie. Was I being challenged? Judged? I blurted out, "And if we hadn't been discovered, I'd still be doing it." It came out before I could stop it. Why did I confess that? Pride? Trying to say that how I lived my life wasn't anyone elses business? But, I doubted he ever believed I had been coerced into it.

"Good," he said casually. "Do you realize now that the Farnum situation wasn't sustainable? In a corporate situation such as that it couldn't continue long. I am surprised it went as long as it did. Those men, for all their other successes, weren't thinking. Well, they were merely thinking with their wrong heads." I smiled at that. Now I could see that he was correct. Farnum and the other executives probably realize that now, too.

"What now?" I asked.

"Opportunity," he replied. A slight smile formed on my lips. There it was again, but what opportunity? I didn't have to prod any longer, though. "Tell me honestly, Joni. You've lost your position with Farnum. But what are you going to miss more: whatever you were doing in the job or... the sex?"

What a question, but he knew everything. How do I answer that? I'll try being coy. "Maybe both." He sat watching me. No response. No further prodding. He just watched me and waited. Fine, I thought. I blew out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Okay... honestly... I feel that I need the job to live... but... I feel I need the sex to be alive." Now it was my turn to watch him intently.

He smiled broadly and leaned forward, his muscular forearms on the desk. "That's what I was I hoping for. That's why I gambled time and my lawyer on all this." I scrunched my eyebrows in concentration. "In order to get the job you wanted from Farnum, you accepted being sexualized. Even if you found you enjoyed it, it was a condition. What if, instead, you could get all the sex you wanted but you had to accept a job to get it?"

The twist brought a smile to my mouth. "You said that wasn't sustainable."

"In the corporate world. All those rules, concerns of image, harassment charges, on and on." He was all smile now. "This isn't that world. I've only told you about the development side and that is a small part of Ebony Enterprises. And even that part I have narrowed down to projects I want, not having to compete to get. The other companies prove why this will work here."

"What are they?" I asked. He was so sure of himself. What was Ebony Enterprises?

He smiled again. "Only if you are truly interested." I nodded. "No... from now on you need to verbalize." I told him I was. "Prove it," it said. "Take off your dress."

Here I was again in an office of a man I hardly knew and I was about to undress. I hesitated as he leaned back in his chair. Nothing more from him but that little smile and his eyes fixed on me. I stood, reached behind and pulled the zipper down. I shrugged my shoulders and allowed the dress to sag from my shoulders to expose my lace bra. I pushed the dress down over my hips, exposing my lace panties, down my legs to finally step out of it. I laid it over the visitor chair next to the one I had been sitting in and waited. Waited. I knew there would be more.

With just his fingers, he indicated my bra. This time I didn't hesitate. I knew it was coming. I knew once it started it would continue to some end. That lack of hesitation told me as well as him that I did indeed want this. Removing the bra, I again waited.

"Nice," he uttered. "What size are your breast, Joni?"

"C-cup," I answer while amazing even myself at how calm all this was as I stood in his office wearing only panties, thigh-high stockings, and heels.

"Interesting. On you they seem larger," he mused. Then he indicated my panties. Again, no hesitation. "Nice. Do you shave or had it removed?" he asked so casually about my lack of pubic hair.

"Removed," I clarified as I watched him study my body. "Men seem to enjoy a clean view and shaving is such a pain." I managed to get that out without blushing. "Now," I continued, "about those other businesses."

He indicated for me to come to his side of the desk as he stood from his chair. I sat down and he leaned over me, one hand on my bare shoulder and arm as the other manipulated the mouse to click on a shortcut. A website came up that was different than the one I had found in my search. I told him that.

"You found Ebony Enterprises as the property development business. This is Ebony Enterprises for entertainment," he responded as his hand slid up and down my arm, his finger tips brushing over the side of my breast. In the menu at the top of the page he click on Blackened. His fingers were now lightly caressing my breast and circling the nipple which was fully erect at his touch. I glanced up at him to find an assured smile returned to me as he continued the caress. The next page showed me why Ebony Enterprises was indeed different than Farnum Industries. Blackened was a porn site focused on black men fucking with large cocks. I leaned back in the chair as a link came up showing a white woman being spit-roasted by two big black cocks. At some point he released handling the mouse because both my breasts were now being caressed and fondled, the nipples teased with pinching and twisting.

"You see, Joni? You see why it can work here and not at Farnum?" He was pulling my nipples and a moan escaped my lips. One hand began sliding down my front. "You can have all the sex you want, Joni. Maybe more. Are you interested, Joni?"

I didn't nod or answer. His hand was just above my mound and I spread my legs as far as the chair allowed. In a minute... less... he would know my answer.

I gasped as his fingers slid over my clit to my pussy. And... he knew. "You are very wet, Joni. Your pussy is ready and eager, isn't it?" He stroked his fingers over my slit several times before slipping one inside my pussy, then a second. I groaned. God... I haven't known this man more than a few days and I am naked in his office, in his chair, watching a porn BBC video, and his fingers are sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. "Joni, tell me you don't want what you can have here."

I shook my head from side to side. "No," I gasped. "I do want it."

"What does that mean? What will you do, Joni?"

"Anything," I replied and that sent a surge of intense arousal through my body. It was true. I had already been ready to do anything at Farnum. This was even more arousing. A porn company? Oh, God... how exactly will he want to use me here? I'd been used at the Farnum office like a slut but that was four men. Eight black men in this office, my mind reminded me. Black men... is it true what they say? It can't be true of all black men, can it? I raised my head to look up at him. "Anything within reason. I know I'm not just sexually curious. I know I have a need for it inside me. Just keep me safe from harm." My eyes held his as soft moans escaped my mouth. "Can you do that?"

His fingers left my pussy and I groaned my frustration. He chuckled. "Yes, we can do that. Wait here, I need a quick meeting with my team."

Oh, this was happening so fast. Too fast? Was there really a chance I'd say, no? I could hear excited voices beyond the closed door. In a moment Jason returned with another black man behind him. This time the door wasn't closed. It was the attorney who assisted me at Farnum when I gave my statement, Terry Duncan, the in-house attorney.

He tore a sheet from a note pad and scratched out a short paragraph. He then turned it to me and handed me a pen. I was naked with hardened nipples and thighs spread to show my glistening pussy. Yes, he did notice it all.

"I will prepare a more detail agreement and waver to confirm our understanding of your relationship with Ebony Enterprises. For now, though, signing this indicates you are here willingly and without coercion." I read the page. It was only three sentences but it covered the essence of what I was willing to do for Ebony Enterprises. The job title jumped out at me. Office Services. The simple description included word processing, scheduling, etc. Then, the key items: "Will dress as directed by Jason Tatum. Will be available sexually as prescribed by Jason Tatum." I looked up to find them both watching with confident smiles. Why shouldn't they? I was here naked and already fondled and finger fucked nearly to orgasm. I signed it.