CHAPTER 8: ASSISTANT OFFICE SERVICES SPECIALIST
While the searching, interviewing, and final selection of the three new guys to support Jason's expansion of the office and business was happening, I was pursuing my own search for the perfect woman to work along side me to also support that expansion. Of course, you don't just put an advertisement in the local paper with 'seeking young-ish woman with good office support skills also willing to avail herself for free-use to everyone in the office'. In my case, Jason happened upon me and presented this crazy office opportunity to me. For this new hire, the office situation exists and it requires the right woman to fit the situation. That was my challenge. How do I find a woman with good office skills willing to be sexually available on a free-use basis to an office that is planned to be eight black guys? And, if I get my wish, all with much bigger than normal sized cocks.
I had a plan and Jason was agreeable as long as the company's name was withheld until the appropriate time. That was obvious. The last thing we needed was public attention. No matter how selective Jason was in the type of projects he pursued, that kind of attention could impact success when you are trying to grow.
"How do we hire this Assistant Office Services Specialist?" Jason asked me in all seriousness. It was similar to the question we were currently dealing with, how do we hire three more guys for the office and make sure they are black? Carefully.
I was in his office sitting on a towel on one of the visitor chairs before him. I was careful not to sit on the micro-pleated skirt, though it was so short that was nearly impossible. Three of the guys out in the bullpen had already fucked me and their combined seed was leaking from my pussy. It was a common condition, hence the use of hand towels on the chairs for me. The micro skirt did nothing to hide my cum-smeared pussy and inner thighs as I crossed and recrossed my legs for the express intent of flashing Jason, my boss and, increasingly, my lover outside the office. My top was a very thin tee-shirt material tank top. My hard nipples were nearly visible through it and my breasts swayed and bounced freely when walking. When my pussy wasn't being flashed at him, his eyes regularly drifted down too my chest. Not that he didn't see me naked often enough. Maybe, I thought with an inward giggle, there was never enough. I liked that thought.
His question had nothing to do with us not having already discussed my plan. His question was really about skepticism that it might work. My title was intended to change to Senior Office Services Specialist, plus a nice raise, in anticipation of hiring another woman to assist me. After all, hiring three more men into the office raised the total to eight black men. Servicing five guys nearly every day often leaves me fatigued. I mean I do have a job to do, too. Eight guys ... well, eight guys might be fun on occasion but regularly? So, yes, I needed another woman to assist ... in all ways.
Even though Jason had divested himself of some of his share of both Ebony Entertainment (porn studios) and Ebony Clubs, he still held a large minority share of each. As a result, all of us had VIP access to the clubs in Miami and Tampa (if we went there) and we occasionally took advantage in Miami. The Miami club was a place Jason and I enjoyed because of the erotic atmosphere and the white women and black men theme it promoted. So, the Ebony Club in Miami was my hunting ground.
I decided I could duplicate my plan on using hidden cameras on the male candidates by using Jamal, the head of security at the Miami club. When Jason and I used the club for our fun, he also encouraged me to accept dance requests from other men. Jason and I were getting deep in our blossoming personal relationship but he understood me and my desires. Jason and the office was enough on a regular basis but it helped the club with white women freely accepting the attention of the black men that came to the club for the women tempted by the fantasy.
I knew that as soon as I passed through the entrance and my VIP status was recognized and my presence was noted. Every other time I came to the club was with Jason. I was sure it was also noted that I was on my own. I bypassed the bar, tables, and booths to wander through the crowd toward the dance floor where much of the initial action took place. I had a black man at my arm in no time. I wore my customary micro pleated skirt and revealing top with stockings and heels. On this occasion, though, I wore a thong underneath. Still no bra. As in the office, the idea is teasing and a tight revealing top that showed no indication of a bra and breasts the moved was what worked.
Soon after I started dancing, I had two big males gyrating with me. The one at my back rubbing his crotch into my butt and the other in front doing the same there. An Oreo cookie was the slang term. I accepted the hands from behind me fondling my breasts and the hands in front lifting my skirt to caress my hips and thong encased pussy. I leaned in to kiss the guy in front, then broke the fondling by turning to kiss the other guy. Open sex wasn't allowed but foreplay definitely was. That was when Jamal appeared as I anticipated at my side.
"You okay, Ms. Mathers?" came his deep, authoritative voice. Jamal was a monster of a black man standing more than six and a half feet, wide shoulders and thick body, he probably weighed 300 pounds. His sudden presence dampened the mood of the other two guys. I hugged Jamal's arm and allowed him to guide me off the dance floor. "When the system indicated you entered but without Mr. Tatum, I got curious. Is there anything I should know?"
I giggled, "Yes, I am hunting."
"Ma'am," he responded, "I know about you, Mr. Tatum, and the office. Why ...?"
I playfully punched his thick arm. "Not that, silly. God knows those five guys keep me happy." I looked up at him with a smile and wink. "Is there some place we can talk?"
We had wondered closer to the access to the private rooms which were on the opposite end of the club from the stairway leading to the offices upstairs looking over the club. Despite being close to those rooms, where anything goes, he led me across the club and up to his private office. One whole wall was glass and looked down at the club floor below. I walked to it and looked down.
"It is shielded so we can see down but they can't see up," he offered as if my curiosity had been verbalized. I nodded but wasn't really thinking about being seen. I described to him what was happening at the office and my quest to find a woman to assist me. He smiled, "So, five guys are good but eight are too many?" He was teasing me. I didn't know how much he knew but I wasn't bashful about it.
"As a routine diet of men, yes, five guys are good. As an occasional event, eight guys are good but not routinely. That would feel like a gangbang and that isn't routine."
He laughed and led me to a couch next to the glass wall. "So, how can I be of help?" he asked. I detailed what I hoped could happen. I wanted to access their security camera feeds to identify some young-ish women who seemed to enjoy the black mystique AND seemed to be hooking up with men either to the private rooms or leaving with men they didn't enter with. Then, my intention was to select interesting ones and approach them. "I don't know," he replied, "we use the system for control and validating harassment complaints. That sounds intrusive for use like that."
