Joni's Next Job

CHAPTER 6: THE DIFFERENCE

"Hey, Joni!," Roger called out. Hearing the door open and my heels clicking on the floor tiles, he stood to greet me. I smiled back at his beaming face. As I got ready for work that morning the thought crossed my mind if we all might feel some difference after the Friday celebration. As I approached my desk near his, he came out of his cubicle. I dropped my purse on the desk and turned into him. His arms were around my waist and my hands held his face as we mutually gave into a very familiar deep kiss. My arms circled his neck and his hands dipped down over my butt, pulled the micro skirt up to cup my ass cheeks. No panties or thong, of course. Office rules. We broke the kiss but he held onto my ass under the skirt. "The boss wants to see you. First thing, he said."

"Hmmm," I teased, "am I in trouble?"

He laughed. "I don't think you're capable of disappointing him ... or us," he replied.

I rubbed my hips into him. I felt his cock large and firm if not completely hard. I parted from him and patted his crotch. "It might be," I smiled, "that assessment is biased at the moment."

He shook his head and patted my ass through my skirt that had fallen back into place, not that it covered much even then. "Around you, Joni, that's just our normal condition."

Knocking on his open door, "Morning ... you wanted me?" I greeted and asked.

He looked up, his eyes instantly taking in my body. I had chosen a pleated, plaid, 'school-girl' micro-skirt, a semi-transparent sleeveless blouse completely unbuttoned and tied below my breasts to expose my abdomen, thigh high stockings the skirt didn't cover, and 4-inch heels I felt I needed around these men.

"Want you?" he repeated. "Yes," he smiled, "and after this weekend, I want you even more. I also want to talk with you." I started moving to one of the visitor chairs when he stopped me. "Would you do me a favor?" Of course, I said. "Would you take off the blouse and skirt?" I had just spent the weekend with him naked. I am frequently exposed in the office. But this was new. It had happened during my initial interview but that had been a test. Since then I had been exposed mainly by the clothes I wore.

I quickly stripped to stockings and heels. I sat in the chair with legs crossed and arms resting casually on the chair arm rests so as not to block any view. His eyes roamed over my body and I waited until his eyes found mine. He smiled at me, "I was hoping for that reaction," he said. That confused me but I saw his eyes again drop to my breasts. I looked down to find my nipples hard. "You spent the weekend naked with me. You are frequently seen fucking, your breast exposed by your top, or you pussy and ass exposed under your skirts. Yet, sitting here naked ... there is a difference." I looked down. My nipples became harder. I opened and crossed my legs. I could feel how much my pussy had lubricated. "Yes, there is a difference but ... I was curious. All weekend I couldn't get enough of seeing your body. I wondered what it would be like to have you naked in the office all the time. We could, after all, put a lock on the door. But, no, I think there is something very enticing, teasing, about the way you dress. Then, completely naked is different."

I smiled, "Whatever you want, Jason."

He smile in turn. "Okay, but never forget ... what we want ... you must be fully agreeable." I nodded my understanding. "Good," he continued. "This," he indicated with a swipe of his hand at my nudity, "was just to reinforce what we are doing. Whatever we do personally, privately, shouldn't conflict with your role here in the office."

I glanced over my shoulder at the open door. "That can't entirely eliminate internal conflict." He looked at me with question. "Like if I see you walk past while I am fucking one of the guys and I wish it was you." He smiled. "But, you know how I feel about those four."

"Those four," he said clearly seeking some clarification.

"Your partners, too, of course," I clarified. "They are part of the office. They are different, though." He nodded with understanding.

There was a knock on the open door. "Boss, we have that call in 10 minutes." I recognized Roger's voice. It must be some property purchase or permitting issue.

I stood, gathered up my skirt and blouse, "I'll get out of your way." I glanced at Roger who was taking in my naked body, then turned back to Jason. "I appreciate your insights ... BOSS." He chuckled and shook his head.

Clutching my clothes at my waist so I didn't look like I was hiding my breasts, I stopped at Roger and leaned in for a kiss. I'm never disappointed. He also cupped a breast. Never disappointed.

* * * *

"Joni Mathers?" I had just arrived in my apartment when my phone chimed. What the heck, I wondered? The screen said, 'JASON'. "I hope you remember our meeting each other." What is he doing? Okay, I'll play along. "Good," he continued after my playful confirmation, "I was wondering if you would be agreeable to dinner with me?" I played along with him while expecting him to break into laughing at any moment. He didn't, though, and we settled on Wednesday night. He would pick me up at 6:30. The restaurant he mentioned was very nice. I had never been there but heard about it. My office wardrobe would definitely not be appropriate.

I stood numb looking at the phone screen after the call ended. Jason just asked me out on a date.

Wednesday night, three minutes before the appointed time, there was a knock on my apartment door. I had been fidgeting near the door as if this was a prom date with THE popular guy. I opened the door after a moment of hesitation so he might not know I was right there. His eyes and expression told me everything I needed to know. I was wearing what would be called 'a little black dress'. It was little but not micro like I wear to work. The hem was mid-thigh, it was backless and halter style with supportive bodice. I skipped the stocking for effect but included the 4-inch heels, of course. As I passed him through the door, he gave me a kiss on the cheek with a guiding hand on my lower back right where my bare skin met the dress. Damn.

The restaurant was the best ever. Or, maybe it was the company. The food and service were excellent. Our conversation was relaxed and easy. The game continued. There was no talk or mention of work or the office or the weekend that was seared in my mind. There was no reference to Chicago or Farnum. All the talk about ourselves included history and experience but devoid of those reference points. He was a great story-teller and regaled me with tales from football and mishaps in getting his business started after football. He pulled from me talk about my upbringing in rural Illinois and a lackluster experience in college softball. He talked about southern Florida like he was selling me. I had the sense he was in a way but selling me on things he wanted to experience with me.

It was a real date and we were learning about each other. But as he drove me back to my apartment, my mind shifted from the pretending to what was familiar. He parked and walked me to my apartment. I wasn't sure just how far he was intent on playing this first date game but I knew what I intended.

"I would like you to come in," I said, my excitement causing the words to come out just a bit shaky. I stood in the open door facing him. He smiled and I could see he saw my willingness to play the game just a bit longer but not too much longer. I nodded. We both knew. We were both ready.

I took his suit jacket. He was dressed in a white dress shirt open at the neck. No tie. Southern Florida. I moved to the little kitchen and handed him a bottle of wine to open. We stood sipping the wine by the floor-to-ceiling sliding door at the small balcony. The view was away from the ocean but at night was a mass of twinkling light of Miami.

I finally handed him my half-filled glass of wine. "I can't pretend any longer." I reached behind my back to the short 6-inch zipper at my waist. I shimmied out of the dress and I stood before him in black lace thong and heels.

"A thong," he commented.

"Not the office," I replied, "or relevant to work." I reached for my glass in his hand but also for his glass. "Would you like to do the honors?"

He smiled but didn't respond or react except to allow me to take his glass. We were ourselves, again. He went to one knee and slipped the thong down my legs. I placed the heel of a hand on his shoulder as I stepped out of the wispy garment. He held it as he stood. "It is soaked, Ms. Mathers," he observed looking me in the eyes. Despite the playful use of 'Ms. Mathers', the look in his eyes was past playing any game. The look was desire.

I nodded. I was still holding both glasses and was standing naked before him. He was fully dressed. When has this happened before? "They've been wet since you knocked on that door," I confessed. "I need you, Jason. The date was wonderful and I hope we do it, again. It was a huge success, I think. We learned more about each other and I loved that. But now ... I need you."

He smiled. A lusting, eager smile. While I held both glasses of wine, I watched with my own appraising gaze as he stripped out of this clothes. In no time I was enjoying and desiring the tall hard bodied man with a big black cock hanging between his legs. The man before me wanted to explore a crazy relationship with me, a relationship that would be personal but very likely still involve me sexually with other men. The man before me, the man with a body of slabs of muscle on his chest, tight and hard waist, and thick thigh and arm muscles, was also the man who made me feel safe and secure and valued.

I put the glasses down without offering to finish drinking from them. I stepped into his ready embrace, my head pressed into his expansive chest. Suddenly I was sliding up his body, his hands lifting me to kiss me without having to bend over. My arms and legs wrapped around him and our mouths devoured each other's in unabashed passion and desire. My breast pressed into his chest, our tongues sliding against each other's. My heart was racing, my breath becoming ragged, and I felt the same from him. His left hand held my ass as his right shoulder dipped and his arm moving against my thigh told me his intent.

I felt the large head of his large cock move along my wet slit that was spread by my legs opened around his waist. At the same time he was moving toward the balcony sliding door. I wasn't sure what his intention was but when his cock found my hole and he lowered me slightly so the head spread my hole, I didn't care. He released enough control of my weight so his cock penetrated a few more inches. This was amazing. I loved it the first time he did it and I hoped it would happen often. He held my 100 pound body like it was absolutely no issue for him.

My eyes were gently closed, my head resting on his shoulder. I felt every small step in my pussy with his cock's movement. When I heard the curtains covering the balcony slide door opening, I opened my eyes. My back was to the glass. I was impaled on is cock in front of it, lights on in the apartment and dark outside. I shivered and searched his eyes. He didn't offer anything. He didn't seek approval or acceptance. He reached for the handle, unlocked it, and slid the door open. I felt the humid night air on my back as he stepped out of the room onto the small balcony. I clutched him more tightly, my heart rocketing faster. There was no possible way he could know if either of my neighbors might be outside on their own.

By the time we were outside in the night air I had settled to the base of his cock. Despite the potential of witnesses nearby, I moaned openly as his cock head glanced off my cervix as only his could. I felt the railing behind me and tensed, clutching his body and neck as if holding him tight might make a difference if the railing wasn't strong enough to resist our combined weight six stories up as his hands slowly raised and lowered me on his cock.

He moved to the side and away from the railing. My feet around him bumped into the glass of the sliding door and he leaned his shoulders back against it as our fucking became more intense. I glanced to each side with movements as small as I could. Nobody was there. But they could be at any time. I could see light spilling from each apartment on either side of mine. That knowledge excited me. My pussy clenched around the massive cock inside me. I heard his moan in response and that became my concentration.

I was outside being fucked. The sounds of the city six stories down, the sounds of a TV close by from some apartment, voices from a different apartment, a horn sounding and a shout from the street below. And I was being fucked. Gloriously fucked in the midst of it all.

In a casual, far from a whisper, his voice pulled at my attention, "I am getting close to cumming, Joni." He kissed me hard, then urgently exclaimed possibly louder, "Cum with me ... please. I want to feel your orgasm... bathe my cock."

I heard the TV sound lowered. I heard a sliding door open nextdoor. Oh ... God ... but I was way to far into my orgasm to care beyond that recognition and, if anything, that recognition actually was the final stimulation that lit fuse ending at the explosive.

"OH ... FUCK ... JASON!" I exclaimed and it was probably loud enough to be heard on the street below. I didn't care. My body was exploding! I held on tight to him as he sent a final mighty thrust into me, his cock seemed to balloon impossibly bigger or it was just my spasming pussy around it. His cum spurted in thick ropes filling me while deep groans and grunts escaped his mouth. OH FUCK, indeed.

* * * *

"Hey boss," I heard from Mike and Roger simultaneously. "You want ... we should ... send her in ... after?" came from Mike.

I heard Jason chuckle. "I think she got the message. I'm just enjoying watching you two using her and how much she's enjoying being used," he casually added.

I was sprawled on top of my desk with Mike thrusting his big cock into my pussy at the same time Roger was sliding his big cock deep in my throat with my head overhanging the other side of the desk. Since my desk was out in the open between the four cubicles, every side of it was accessible. It had become the preferred place to fuck, especially when I would be tag teamed like now.

"Haawy bouff." It clearly was a failed attempt to join the conversation but with a 10-inch cock in my throat it was close.

A hand squeezed a breast. "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" That voice was different which meant Steve had joined the group around my desk. Fucking in the office wasn't a private affair except maybe the other two partners or Terry the attorney when they were in the office but that wasn't often as I had quickly learned.

I was still dressed ... kind of. My micro skirt was flipped up to expose my pussy and my thin, very tight tank top was pulled up over my bouncing breasts. The clothes were there, just not covering me. It was the reason my skirts were so short and I wasn't allowed to wear panties of any kind. That would just waste time and we did have company work to do.

As Jason had observed, use me they were. Now knowing Steve was there, too, I was anticipating a session that would continue. I felt fingers working my throbbing clit and figured that had to be Steve finally taking a more active role. My orgasm quickly followed the intense additional stimulation and Mike's climax followed soon after. As I anticipated, Roger pulled his cock from my mouth and replaced Mike in my pussy. I groaned at the powerful thrust Roger used to fully penetrate in one thrust. My pussy was well opened and full of cum making the penetration more surprise than uncomfortable. I looked up to see Steve put his cock at my face. I smiled up at him, kissed his cock, and opened my mouth wide. He slid it inside and was soon sliding in and out of my throat, too.

The cycle continued when Roger climaxed and withdrew followed by Steve pulling out of my mouth and taking his place between my splayed legs and thrusting into my cum-filled pussy. The cock at my mouth next was covered in a mix of male and female cum.

* * * *

"Well, that took a while," Jason said with a chuckle as I entered his office still pulling the tank top into place. My first dazed attempt had half a breast exposed.

I giggled as I turned to the low cabinet on the side wall of his office where he had hand towels for my use when sitting on the visitor chairs. At least that was for when my pussy and/or ass was full of cum and that was frequently. I bent at the waist with my legs straight and parted my feet to about shoulder width as I retrieved a towel. The effect was intended: the back of the micro skirt was pulled over my ass and my cum-smeared pussy was clearly visible between my parted legs.

"I think they were delaying their climaxes," I explained as I turned back to the chairs, "and focusing on my orgasms."

"We all know how enjoyable it is to watch you orgasm, Joni."

I giggled, again. I demurely crossed my legs but exaggerated the movement to flash my pussy with my nipples trying to punch through the thin material containing them. "And you all know how much I enjoy those orgasms."

We were quiet for a moment. "I know you didn't want me just to have this conversation." He smiled. Was our blossoming relationship outside the office beginning to affect inside the office? I started to rise since I was sure he wanted to fuck. He held up his hand for me to stop.

"Steve was telling recently how you gave him some insights in dealing with that contractor who has been filing a lot of extras." I waited. I wasn't sure what the issue was. "Then Mike mentioned you pointed out a feature in the project management software he wasn't aware of and it's changed his approach."

I shrugged, "Many hands make light work ... or however that saying goes," I said.

"I've done some checking now. You never mentioned you had project management experience, Joni."

I laughed. "Jason, you never even asked for a resume. My interview was being fucked, remember? My office skills were not important at the time." I stated it matter-of-factly without recrimination or regret. What was ... was. "You hired me as an office slut and hoped I might be able to do secretary." We watched each other. Now the way I was dressed didn't matter. He only saw me. "Have I been a good secretary?"

"Of course, the best and now I know why," he responded.

"So, what's this about? So I have more experience and office savvy than you thought. Mike is a good project guy and now you know I can help him. Steve is good in the construction field and I can help him deal with some personalities. Harry and Roger, too. You have a great group here, Jason." He watched me and was smart enough to know not to interrupt. "You know why I am so happy here, Jason? You and those four guys our there. At Farnum I was an office slut. Hell, I was Farnum's slut. And I felt like a slut. Here?" I shook my head. "I don't feel like a slut here. And I am fucked much more here than there. It isn't the fucking. It's the people. I'm respected and I'm accepted. We work hard and have our fun the same way. We focus intently on details and problems but we also laugh our heads off. I dress like a slut and fuck like one but they don't see me that way. My outfits are sensual, erotic, and fun and we enjoy the sex that comes with it."

He started to speak and I held up my hand to stop him. I wasn't done. "And you ... you, Jason ... you are at the top of it all. You hired me to be the office slut but you don't treat me that way." I paused. "Okay ... there was the interview." He laughed. "My point is that you set the tone and the guys followed. You have a great bunch of guys that will follow you because you respect and trust them. Don't blow it by redefining me because I have the experience. Trust them. I can support them quietly like I have been."