20
"Oh, lookie here, did Bridgette have a hard night?" Pam giggles as she arrives at my desk.
"Nothing hard about it; she was soft, talented, tantalizing, satisfying." I sigh.
I was daydreaming about my journey since arriving in the big city.
Wow, it's only been a week. How my life has drastically changed, a week ago I left the farm, a dowdy, naïve, farm girl from Kansas. I got a culture shock awakening. Bullets in headboard, searching my laptop for a homeless shelter and a soup kitchen, because I was broke. A sexy rich woman took a shine to me. Now I ride in a limo, have a generous bank account, more sex than I ever imagined.
I receive a text from Delilah: I've been a baaad girl, Fri. afternoon???
I was sitting at my desk thinking about what to do to Delilah; whether I should introduce her to another, When I'm interrupted by Jim.
"Hey Bridgette."
Jim puts his briefcase beside his desk and sits his plump ass on his swivel chair, sighs deeply. With an intimidating glare over his 1/2 lens glasses, finger curls, beckons me to his desk.
"Seems you have some serious explaining to do and most likely some sharing to do with me." He adjusts his computer screen so only he and I can see it. He opens a folder, plays 2 pornographic videos, one of me in Bill's office and the other in Jessica's office on Tuesday.
I look at him stunned; concerned for my job, unsure if I should speak or wait for my punishment to be served.
"Should I ask for a lawyer?" I guess he saw my angst.
"Chill, security is my job, I have hidden cameras in every office, but it's illegal to install them in a bathroom."
He raises his eyebrows, smiles mischievously.
"I also monitor GPS tracking on everyone's phone." He pauses, I'm anxious, fearing he's a toying with me, like a cat with a mouse before preying on it.
"When someone goes to the bathroom, they usually take their phone to occupy themselves. When 2 people go to a bathroom, but their phones do not, something secretive is likely going on. However, suspiciously a third occupant is there with a phone the entire duration."
His grin turns to a smile.
"You were in the executive washroom with a phone, when 2 regulars were in there. Two that almost daily frequent there at lunch for several minutes together. Later you returned with two other recurring attendees. Now I have always had my suspicions. I think you have recordings you shared with them, and I want to see them too. Did you record them?"
He removes his 1/2 glasses, and stares intimidating at me.
"I saw you share something with them from your phone prior to those carnal activities in their offices." He holds out his hand, palm up, waves his fingers, a 'give them to me' gesture.
I just shared with you. I figure you have something you should share with me?" He twists in his chair.
"Ok, I'm patient, no rush." He clears hi throat, twists back so his knees are under his desk.
"This is a hobby I thoroughly enjoy; I'll add your sex encounters with the boss to the file I expect will make me the highest paid employee in the office." He turns back to me, looks over his glasses.
"Explain what you were doing at the Empire Hotel with Mr. & Mrs. Gransworth and Jessica yesterday afternoon?"
"Jess and Delilah are there every Wednesday, I'm confident I know why, same as in the Executive washroom; but when 4 people, who I have recorded proof are promiscuous in the office, are soon after in a hotel room for hours, I consider it an odd gathering?" He stares intently at me.
"Share the details, Bridgette." I ponder whether I should. I feel like a spy being interrogating, unbelievable guilt building inside.
Jim adds.
"I have 20 years of video secrets, I'll share." He's waiting for my response.
"Jim, why are you doing this? I'm unsure if I should share with you."
"I started when it was just the 3 of us, Carl, Bill and I. Delilah and Vivian shared the secretary duties. I heard things and wanted proof, so I installed hidden cameras."
"Who else knows of this?"
"No one; if I share these files, people would be arrested, families ruined, the firm will dissolve, and I'd be out of work. I often considered exposing Bill, but I was sure I'd be fired and charged with extortion. It's been for my entertainment, and you just spiced it up; I'm now thinking about my retirement package."
"Arrested, who committed a crime?"
Jim opens a file named 'Bill and Vivian'.
"Bill has always bullied Carl; when Carl requested to become partner; Bill told Carl only if he shared Vivian sexually." He twists the screen for me.
"Reluctantly, she agreed to that 1 time, for her husband's advancement to partner."
He opens another folder.
"However once was not enough for Bill; he kept coercing them, he even forcibly tied and sodomized her. Vivian became a broken woman, afraid of any intimacy, even with Carl. She's still seeing a psychiatrist."
"Delilah found out, as soon as Vivian became depressed; and while comforting Carl it led to them having an affair; they're smart enough not to fraternize in the office, so I have no recordings, I believe because of the GPS tracking they still fornicate occasionally at her house, or a hotel, unbeknown to anyone else."
He shows me several short clips of them when they were much younger.
"Wow." I pass him my phone he connects it to his computer, makes copies.
He returns my phone, hands me a flash drive with the entire library of pornographic liaisons.
He assures me he'll remain confidential, but pleads I share any future recordings.
I agree and move back to my desk.
I was about to ask Pam to go for coffee when my eyes are drawn to a sexy sylph who enters and struts straight to Bill's office. A young, tall, lithe body, great figure, short pixie cut brunette, cute, round face, dimples, large blue eyes. Wearing daisy dukes, a rock band t-shirt; the old fabric is so thin her 34c's, with dark areoles are visible. Her nipples although not erect, are tiny bumps protruding against the flimsy material. She walks briskly with a graceful, confident stride, with focused intent and purpose.
"Who's the young hottie?" I ask.
"That's Carl and Delilah's daughter Leona, 2nd year law student."
Several minutes later, Leona returns from Bill's office. Stops at the end of the corridor, in front of our area, looks directly at me, approaches.
"Bridgette, I'm Leona." She leans on my desk, affording me a panorama of her delightful pert orbs hardly hidden by the flimsy cotton tee.
"I understand you've gained some control around here; you and I need to talk, how about we go for a coffee? There's a shop nearby." I follow her to the elevator.
{'Damn nice cheeks peeking below those frayed cut-offs'}
We're alone when the doors close.
"Mom told me about yesterday's sexcapade you orchestrated at the hotel. I also have interest in exploring that style of sexual activity; mom suggested I ask you."
"Wow, I wasn't expecting this, uh, the BDSM, the lesbian, the anal, I'm willing, no matter what, you're freakin gorgeous."
I turn to face her, up close and personal; my nipples brush against hers; my fingers brush her hair behind her ear, linger, then graze down to her shoulder, my eyes gaze at her bust, I lick my lips, look into her eyes. The back of my fingers slowly, seductively, barely touching her skin, run down her arms to hold her hands.
"Leona," I lean in pretending I'm going in for a kiss but avoiding; I whisper in her ear.
"Would you prefer weed over coffee?"
"Mmm Hmm." She moans.
"Do you have a car?" I lick her neck, and nibble her earlobe, I see the goosebumps on her arms, her nipples awaken.
"Mmmm Hmmm." I rub my cheek against hers as I turn to exit the elevator.
She leads me to her car. I fire up a fatty and pass it over.
"So, give me some background on your sex life."
"Near my 16th birthday, I asked my mom about Dad's sexual innuendos, I was getting concerned about his sexual advances, I felt he was getting bolder, his boob grazes seemed more intentional, seemed longer. His playful bum slaps became frequent.
Mom hadn't noticed, but in our discussion, she warned me about his past rape allegations, so we decided it best to set up a couple hidden cameras in my room, and a couple elsewhere where we frequent; monitored on both our phones."
She hesitates, her voice quavers, as she recalled the experience.
"On my birthday, I woke up as he was ripping off my panties, my hands were bound to the headboard. He forced himself into me, I was dry, it hurt a lot; I was crying when I heard this loud 'BOINK.'
Mom hit him with an aluminum bat across the back of his head."
Leona ineffectively fought back the tears reliving the ordeal.
"Mom moved me into her room, Dad went to the basement."
She paused, toking profusely.
"Over the next few weeks, Mom showed me the pleasure of sex, that it should be fun and satisfying. She taught me all about my body, how, what, and when to do things for exciting stimulation. We're still close, I've had sex with men and women. I prefer women."
"Dad gives me $10,000.00 each birthday, that's why I was in his office, I have to see him in person, to receive it." She takes a roach clip from her visor and attaches it. "This is really good shit." She giggles.
"So, I've tried sex with a few guys, and it might be my anxiety, or maybe they're just selfish, so much into themselves, but I hardly even get horny. I've hooked up with gals, at college parties, they all got me off. A while ago one of my regular friends slapped my ass as I got up to go pee; I spun around ready to beat her. She giggled, do you like that, I do?'
I pondered it as I was peeing, it stung, and yes, it was arousing. We spend the night, spanking each other, pulling and twisting nipples, we came hard and often."
Leona peered at me with lusty eyes.
"Mom said to ask you. She really enjoyed Wednesday's playing and claims you plan to do more. I want to explore it too."
"Do you have some place you need to be Leona?"
"No, my classes are done 'til September."
"Drive, I'll give you directions."
"Do you do drugs?" I text Rachel for her whereabouts and explain my intentions.
"No, well, weed of course, that's all though; I'm kinda an anti-social geek, study and masturbate, occasional frat party, seems to fill my non lecture hall life."
I point for her to turn.
"Pull up there." She parks, shuts off the car.
We get a hat wiggle and I judge to be a knowing smile from George as he holds the door open, I glance back and catch George with a huge smile, staring at Leona's buns.
I lead her to my bedroom.
