Jonis Next Job Ch 09

CHAPTER 9: SANDY STARTS

The very next morning my cell phone chimed. I looked over at it on my desk next to the key board. Sandy. I grabbed it and walked to Jason's open door. Mike and Harry had already fucked me simply by raising my pleated micro-skirt and unbuttoning my sheer blouse for access to my breasts. I hadn't bother re-buttoning the blouse when I resumed work at the computer. So, entering Jason's office, he was greeted by the sight of me holding the phone to my ear and my breasts bouncing into the opening. He smile and motioned about the phone.

"Sandy," said to answer the call but also let Jason know. I switched it from my ear and punched the call to go to speaker. "What's up sexy?" I continued. "You make up your mind?"

"You have this on speaker, don't you," she inquired. I confirmed I had. "Does that mean Jason is listening?" He said hi to her. "Good. After yesterday ... my God, you guys. The rest of the day and last night ... God, I couldn't hold any other thought. Jason, I couldn't believe our talk after the other two fucks on my desk."

"On your desk?" Jason questioned.

"Yes, my desk," she emphatically responded. "I've never experienced anything like yesterday. My God. It blew my mind. I was naked and led into group of guys to suck and fuck but everyone was so nice and respectful. I mean ... my God ... I never orgasmed like that. When can I start?"

Jason and I chuckled together. "What about your job?" Jason asked.

"I quit this morning. I didn't give them the two weeks notice. I quit and packed up my stuff. It is ... was ... a mindless job. They won't have trouble filling it. And that kind of job... their reference doesn't matter much, right? So, guys, when can I start?"

Jason laughed. We even bumped fists. "Come in tomorrow morning then. We'll get the paperwork started, access to the network, phone, etc. Then, Joni can take the rest of the day off and take you shopping."

"Shopping?"

I responded, "Honey, you need a new work wardrobe. There is an erotic apparel boutique where we have an open account. You aren't bashful about being naked in a shop, are you?" There was silence on the other end for a moment. Then, a nervous chuckle.

* * * *

Sandy arrive first thing the following morning. Her excitement was oozing from her. There was also some nervousness. Everything was changing for her. She arrived wearing the same outfit she wore when I encountered her at the club: a form-hugging little black and backless dress that came to her mid-thighs. Not nearly short enough but probably what she had.

We walked to our desks and the guys stood to greet her. "You're safe today," I said with a laugh. "Can't go shopping with a pussy full of cum." I stepped back and the guys appraised her at the same time. I shook my head. "We'll do much better. What about underneath the dress?"

She turned her back to show no bra but I knew a dress like that had built in support and it didn't even hint at nipples underneath. She then tugged and wiggled the hem up her thighs. No panties or thong and her pussy was bare. She blushed some at the display. But, the look of approval and appreciation from the guys overshadowed any embarrassment.

We rushed through the employment paperwork and initial familiarization with the network. Then, as I was standing to take her shopping, she noticed me opening the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out a pair of bikini panties. "These skirts are too short and Miami has regular wind. People might see my panties but I won't be arrested." She giggled. All the things she hadn't thought of.

We stopped to eat and I did get a lot of attention. Any other time, a woman like Sandy in her dress would have all the attention. That was how much difference our dress was. "How long did it take you to get used to being seen like that?" she asked leaning into the table.

"Not that long, really. You ever catch yourself in your apartment standing naked by a window without the curtains pulled?" She nodded. "And feel the surge of excitement?" She nodded. "And found yourself doing it more for that feeling, again?" She nodded. "Exhibitionism is exciting and once you've given yourself up to experiencing more sex like the office, you want more and more experiences. Jason explains it as releasing yourself to the experience while not allowing it to define you. That, he says, makes the term 'slut' inappropriate." She smiled. She was smiling a lot.

She found the erotic boutique to be everything I said it would be. The manager greeted me by name and with a hug. I was a very good customer. I introduced Sandy and said we were looking to upgrade her wardrobe along the line of mine. The woman knew exactly what that meant.

"She isn't much taller than you, similar fine butt, waist, and bust. I think everything you have will fit her. Let's find out," the woman manager said basically to me. "Out of the dress."

Sandy looked at me quickly, "I wasn't kidding before." Sandy finally shrugged and reached behind to unzip her dress.

She shrugged it off and was naked but for stockings and heels. For the next couple hours she tried on various skirts and tops and the pile grew. Stockings were add but no bras or panties.

We were essentially done for this initial trip but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to a far wall. She was still naked and protested slightly until she saw where we were headed. Against a far wall was a small display case with dildos, nipple clamps, and butt-plugs. To open up her ass.

* * * *

The next morning I met her at the office 15 minutes late as planned. I figured we'd go in together and even selected the same outfits to wear. I wanted her first day in the office to be noticed by all the guys because I was usually there early.

I was waiting in my car when she drove into the small parking lot. The only available spots was in the back row. I got out of the car and instantly felt the morning breeze off the ocean nearby caress my bare pussy and ass. I watched her exit her car and chuckled. She got out, removed a small coat, then reached back in to grab her purse and box with some personal items. I watched as she walked across the lot, the breeze lifting her skirt. No panties or thong. Good, girl, I thought. I also noticed she was walking in the 4-inch heels pretty well.

"A coat?" I asked as she neared me.

She gave me a guilty smile. "I was too nervous to walk out of the apartment building like this. And what if I needed to stop somewhere?" she replied.

"You mean like I was yesterday? And you seem to have picked up walking in 4-inch heels."

"Give me a little break," she laughed, "this is the first time I've ever worn something like this in public. And the heels," she guiltily chuckled, "I practiced in the apartment last night. And, before you pry, yes, I did it naked and the window blinds were open." We both laughed. We were going to be sisters, I just knew it.

"WOW!" came an enthusiastic greeting from one of the guys who were standing in bullpen. The opening to the row of cubicles extended from the door. In the middle separating our two desk was an aisle from the left side, with Jason's office, to the right side with the conference room. "Good morning, ladies," came another greeting.

Immediately came another voice. Both Sandy and I had eyes on the four guys waiting for us and didn't notice Jason coming to his open door. "Down, guys, down," he chuckled. "I need to talk to them, first." Everybody laughed. Even the guys had to admit to their overly eager appearance.

We sat in front of Jason's desk after leaving our purses and her box on our desks. "I want to officially welcome you to Ebony Enterprises, Sandy. You obviously made the right impression the other day." We all laughed, knowing exactly what that impression was. "I see you were successful in acquiring some things for your wardrobe." It would take her a little to time to adjust to that new wardrobe, I knew. She was doing well, though. We both sat with legs crossed at the knee or we'd be exposed directly to our pussies.

Our outfits were red and black plaid micro-pleated skirts which were a favorite of mine and the guys. They hid almost nothing and were easy to flip up for quick access. Our tops were thin, tight, white tank tops that did almost nothing to hide our nipples or keep our breast from moving. And, Jason was enjoying the image of us sitting side-by-side.

"I got some things done, yesterday, too." He slid a smart phone across the desk. Sandy rose and stretched enough to grasp it. "This is on the company account. Everyone has one. You can cancel your personal service if you want and transfer you SIM card. Harry's the geek in the office and can help you, if needed."

Sandy gushed her thanks for everything. She then stood, "Is there ... anything I can ..."

He rose, stepped around the desk to her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. One of his hands cupped a breast and I heard her breath catch and sigh. "No and thanks. There are four guys wanting to express their own way of welcoming." He winked at me. We were spending more time together after work. He was not going without.

We exited Jason's office to find the guys gathered around my desk. "Looks like you guys have something in mine," I said. I squeezed Sandy's hand for reassurance.

"As a matter of fact," Mike responded, "we do. Since Steve and I enjoyed Sandy the other day, we decided to switch."

"Oooo ..." Sandy jumped in, "I get to test drive Harry and Roger." Everyone laughed. I do like this girl.

Steve and Mike kept me on one side of my desk while Harry and Roger brought Sandy to the opposite side. I didn't think much about that. I was on my knees loosening belts and slacks while looking across my desk at Sandy doing just fine with the same activities. As I released two long, black cocks, one of them pulled my tank top from my skirt and over my head. As I sucked in one cock and stroked the other, hands were on my breasts. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of Sandy. I should stop worrying, I finally decided. She was doing just fine and was in the same condition: topless and sucking black cock.

I was sure none of the four had any intention of cumming in a mouth. With two hard cocks, I was encouraged up and turned to be pressed over the desk. In the next instant, I was greeted with Sandy in the same position from the other side. Our heads were side by side. I turned my head to face her and we met with a kiss. A cock was pressed against and into my ready pussy as that first kiss moved into a much longer and passionate kiss. It was an awkward kiss as both of us were being banged by cocks thrusting into our pussies. We broke the kiss and our eyes fixed on each other. The look I received from her told me she felt what I felt ... that more was worth exploring.

Sandy was close to the side of the desk and had a cock pressed to her mouth. I watch her open immediately to accept it. I was near the middle of the desk but soon found a cock at my mouth. Steve was kneeling on the desk. They are creative, I thought.

I heard Sandy moaning around the cock in her mouth. I pulled my mouth off Steve's cock and saw Sandy dropping her head, the cock slipping from her mouth. She was gasping and moaning, clearly about to blast into orgasm. I returned my mouth to Steve's cock as my own orgasm was signaling release. At the same moment, Mike's cock thrusting in my pussy pulsed and swelled. He was about to climax, too. I pressed my mouth forward to take that cock into my throat. For whatever reason, I found it very stimulating to have a thick cock deep in my throat. My orgasm nearly matched Mike's and I quickly pulled my mouth back or I likely could choke as my body spasmed. I heard Sandy crying out next to me, her mouth not muffled by cock.

I turned my head back to Sandy after Mike pulled out of me and Steve retreated from my mouth. I knew they were switching and it would continue in mere moments. Sandy raised her head, saw me watching, and gave me a reassuring smile.

"God," she gasped, "what a way to start the workday." Her mouth opened wide in a deep sigh. I looked to see Roger thrusting his cock into her cum-filled pussy. "God," she gasped out, "is it always like this first thing?"

I sighed, too, as Steve took his turn at my own cum-filled pussy. "You complaining?" I asked.

"Hell ... no," she gasped. And, I saw her open her mouth to a cum-smeared cock. It was Mike who had fucked me. So, I thought, she'd be cleaning two cocks. Probably easier than kneeling on the desktop. But that was the last serious consideration I had as I descended into the pleasure of being fucked by a 10-inch and thick cock.

* * * *

"What am I doing wrong?" Sandy expressed in frustration. I was about to get up when I saw Harry exit his cubicle and stand over her shoulder. We were both sitting on towels. An image flashed in my mind back to Farnum where I didn't have this problem, not that I thought of this as a terrible problem. Those older men had much smaller cocks and much smaller volume of cum. These guys weren't only big but filled my pussy, or ass, with a tremendous amount of cum. I refocused to find Sandy pointing at her monitor. "I can't get this icon to open," she exclaimed in frustration.

Just an hour ago she had been fucked twice. Now she had her top back on with a pussy leaking cum and was casually getting help from one of the guys who had fucked her. She scooted her chair to side to give Harry access. He clicked, right-clicked, and, "Okay, I see," he said. "The link address got corrupted somehow. Let me ... okay. All set."

"I feel like a ditz," she mumbled.

"No, it was the way it was setup."

"Thank you, Harry." Boy, I thought, is she settling in quick. Not only just recently being fucked but casually interacting while dressed in a skirt so short she was sitting on her bare butt and top so tight and thin her nipples were clearly defined.

* * * *

About a week after Sandy started in the office, the two of us were standing in the middle of the parking lot after another day. The late afternoon breeze off the ocean had picked up and was less of a breeze. The effect was our micro-skirts flipping frequently to our waists exposing butts or pussies depending on the line of sight. The view hadn't been missed by the guys as they left the office, catcalls directed at us as they moved to their cars. We blew kisses their way and I called out, "Tomorrow, guys." They each waved as they drove past.

"Would you be interested in coming over to my place tonight, Sandy?" I asked tentatively. "I could pick up a salad with shrimp. Wine."

"You'd stop at a store dressed like this?" she asked disbelievingly.

I chuckled, "On a dare, but I know a drive through place ... I have wine at home."

She seemed to search my eyes for a moment, then accepted. We agreed we'd clean up and change and meet in about an hour.

I dished up plates of salad and poured the wine. I had a small dining table where we sat opposite each other. We talked a brief time about work until, "What I would like is to know more about you, Sandy." We shared a look. "As you have found, our office is a very intimate environment. I thought it would be good to know each other better personally."

"Intimate? Almost an understatement," she replied. Then, "Thanks, Joni, I've been wanting the same. Jason and the guys have been great ... and not just the sex," she added with a giggle, "... but you've especially been supportive."

She shared some of her background which included some boyfriends who assumed too much in the sex department and her frustration led her to stop dating. However, she missed the sex even if it hadn't always been positive long-term situations.

"You are very beautiful, Sandy. I sometimes think guys see it as a conquest as opposed to finding a soul-mate," I offered.

She nodded. "Sadly, I somehow felt chancing random black men at clubs was a revenge response." She laughed. "Of course, the men I was taking revenge on had no idea."

She then pulled my story out by mentioning comments she had heard at the office about 'Farnum'. I gave her a synopsis of what happened.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "an office slut being dominated by old guys and falling into a scandal. I think I would have left the city."

"I didn't know what I would have done if Jason hadn't been there to warn me and then give his help to minimize my personal reputation damage. But, he was right when he came to me with this job offer. Was I going to miss the sex or the job more? The job he offered was a big step back. The sex he offered was a giant step up." She agreed with that and we both laughed.

We had been cleaning off the table by then and took the rest of the wine to the small living room. We sat on the love seat which face the sliding glass door with the curtain open looking over the city. The sixth floor gave a nice view as the night descended into dusk. When we changed, she arrived in shorts and sleeveless blouse. I had gone with a sun-dress.

"Sandy," I tentatively broached a change in subject, "I never thought of myself as bi-sexual, but ..." I looked at her to find her furrowed eyebrows and intense gaze back at me. "I mean ... well ... there have been several times ... we're being fucked and ..."

"And we kissed," she finished. "I was surprised when it happened but ..."

"I'm curious, Sandy," I said to keep us going, "about the feeling I got."

"It felt like a connection to me."

"More than just an act during an intense situation," I added.

She nodded. "I've been curious about that, too," she confided. "There has been so much new in my life now that I didn't want to push my curiosity. Does any of this make sense?" I shrugged but I held her gaze completely. "I mean ... I'm feeling so much ..."

"But you felt something between us, too?" She nodded. "Have you ever been with ...?" She was shaking her head before I finish. "Are you ... curious?"

She moved first. She scooted across the small space between us, our thighs coming into contact. I made the next move by putting my hands on the sides of her face. Our eyes held each other's as our faces came together in a tentative kiss that wasn't shrouded in the arousal and hyper-stimulation of being fucked in the office. This was just us ... two women ... alone ... no outside stimulation or encouragement ... just curious.

The kiss was soft, easy, and reflective of curiosity but uncertain of what we both brought to it. I pulled back only inches, my eyes searching, and finding her eyes doing the same. I was struck by how different this felt. The difference was that it was Sandy, a woman, but there was none of the expectation of the office, none of the acceptance of the expectation of the office. I not only expected sex in a variety of ways in the office but was an eager, accepting participant. The casualness and openness of the sex was exciting. The anticipation of it was constantly stimulating in its potential existence in the next moment. This lacked all of that. This was cloaked in uncertainty.

"I never thought of myself as bi-sexual," I softly confessed to her, our lips so close they almost brushed each other's.

"Same," she softly replied.

"I never even looked at another woman in any situation," I continued, "and wondered what it might be like, wondered if it would be good or satisfying. I've always wanted a cock."

She initiated another kiss, this one harder, longer, her tongue suddenly at my lips to press between and against my tongue coming out meet hers. When she pulled back, "I don't have ... my experience isn't," she stammered. She stopped to gaze into my eyes, then dropped them, but her eyes quickly rose back to meeting mine intensely. "What I mean is ... I feel like a neophyte following a zen master of sex. I know I want what the office can give me but it was you that allowed me to say, yes. You, the way you were so free and comfortable and safe told me I could trust and follow you. Yes, it is Jason and the guys but it was you that tipped the decision. The sex would be wonderful and what I knew I was looking for but I still wouldn't do something so outrageous if not for you."