I was having a good time. I was doing all kinds of stuff to this incredible, golden lady. She was so frightened of being exposed that not only was she doing whatever I told her to do, she was so desperate to please me, to keep me happy and stop me from putting her all over the internet that she was actively thinking of ways to get me off. She was coming to me and initiating things. And she was so beautiful, she was so perfect. She would walk through the office, every male head would turn. Every guy in there is looking at that face, those legs, those breasts, her rear end, the way her hips drew in like that, the way she was so narrow round her waist that you couldn't even understand it. She'd smile at guys in there and they'd blush, that was the power her looks gave her.
She was perfect, she was like sunshine.
Imagine if sunshine was something you could call on the phone and summon. Imagine if sunshine was something you could fuck. The other men would watch her and they would want her, and I'd be thinking, I'm going to get her round and I'm going to fuck her tonight, any which way I want to, and she's going to take it.
Life was good.
I wanted Melissa as well.
One of the things I loved about taking Faith was seeing the contrast between the ball busting office queen who didn't take shit from anyone, the scary Faith who would put you right in your place if she felt the need, and the Faith on her knees with cum dripping from her face. The Faith having an orgasm as you sodomised her. I loved that sense of having tamed her. It's a bit sad that I was thinking like that, I think. It makes me feel like some misogynist, chauvinist pig. I don't want to be like that (I spend a lot of time in that office with men who really do seem to still be living in the 1970s. They don't impress me) but I can't deny the satisfaction I got. The thing in the toilet, when it suddenly got really intense, that was Friday evening. That night, I believe, was the first time that Faith was able to swallow semen without any difficulty at all. She normally struggled. The first couple of times she had been on the point of gagging. This time it just went straight down, no problem at all. I saw her do it and I remembered the time she had been quite curt with me on the phone a few months earlier when I'd failed to pass a message onto her quickly enough. It's a buzz. I'm being honest about it. I'm a bit ashamed, but I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy that feeling. When she swallowed that cum right down like it was a sip of martini, I thought 'you've come a long way baby.'
I'm a bad person aren't I?
The reason I bring this up is because I'd started itching for Melissa. The distance between work Faith and sexual slavery Faith was wide. With Melissa I thought the transformation would be even more profound. Melissa was more intimidating than Faith, tougher. With Faith, there was always some sweetness there to counteract the fact that she could be so hard and direct with you. You very occasionally saw the yin as well as the (more common) yang. And when she was pleasant it seemed genuine. Melissa was scary as fuck, that's reality. When she was nice to you it felt like she was acting. It was normally stuff like she'd be nice to you to show someone else (Faith, quite often) that she liked and was liked by the little people, the worker ants. I resented it a bit, attracted to her as I was.
Pulling faith's hair whilst having violent anal sex with her was not something I could have initiated. She wanted me to do it, she must have thought that was what I wanted and that by giving it to me I wouldn't even think about putting photos of her with her legs open on the web. I couldn't have done that to her without her consent though. With Melissa I pretty much knew I'd be prepared go a bit further. Deep down I felt that it should have been me in one of those offices at the back, with fuckwits coming to me with yellow sticky notes. If my brain hadn't suddenly started doing what it had started doing, just after uni, if I'd been well, I like (need) to think I could have been one of the big people. I wanted to get at Melissa so I could make her feel like a little person. The thing with Faith wasn't like that. I didn't resent Faith's status because she was a brilliant woman. I wanted Faith because I thought she was perfect in every way, and that's the end of it. With Melissa I wanted to turn the tables. I wanted to bring her down. I wanted to do it soon, too.
There wouldn't be a reason for me to be in the ______ office. The only time I could be in a room with Melissa would be when she came to our place. There wouldn't be many opportunities, I certainly wouldn't have the sort of window I had with Faith. Melissa was usually working out of Faith's office when she was at ours. I wanted it to be similar to with Faith, I wanted to lay it out for her, then get her to do something for me. The best chances would be if she was in the kitchen by herself, or if she was outside the office or on her way to or from the toilets. It was going to be tricky, and I knew it.
I gave it some thought and worked out what I would say. I wasn't going to hang around, I wasn't going to show her the video footage, I'd tell her I had it and then take her off somewhere (probably to the disabled toilets, which was becoming my favourite place in the world). I could show her the incriminating evidence there, then I could take her. I knew it would be scary but I thought it would be worth it. I waited for the next time she came in.
It was a while before I saw her. I was still doing stuff with Faith. She'd be over at the weekends. I don't think we did anything in work in that time. I remember an occasion she was round, it was cold so I had the fire on. I liked having her sitting round naked. We were both reading, and every now and then I'd get her to come over and suck me off. I'd just beckon to her, didn't even have to say anything, she'd come over and do it. I'd got her to the point when she was sucking my dick exactly how I wanted her to. The whole weekend would go like that, she would sit there naked until I wanted her, I'd come in her mouth, she'd swallow. She'd go about eight; maybe I'd have her round on the Sunday as well for more of the same.
Melissa always seemed to wear grey. That sounds boring but she actually had a bit of style, in my opinion, anyway. She used to wear this big flat cap at a funny angle on her head sometimes. I thought it was pretty cool. She had a bit of life in her. She had a spark of energy; it came out when she was with Faith and with a few other female manager types that used to haunt the office, when they were together. She seemed to be the life and soul of things. She got my dick hard, that's the truth. That woman has always pushed all my buttons.
I can't remember how long it was before Melissa was back in, couple of weeks maybe. I think she was wearing grey. Trousers I think. She had long blonde hair, but it was straighter than Faith's. Faith's hair has this very slight natural curl, like Kate Moss' used to have. I was shitting myself when I saw her in the office. I'd been running through the scenario in my mind over and over, but I'd been mainly imagining what I was going to do to her once I'd told her the news. When I came into work and saw her there it suddenly occurred to me that I was going to have to confront this really frightening woman, and tell her that she was going to be my cum receptacle for the near future. I was more scared than I'd been with Faith, way more.
I hope no one noticed how anxious I was. I tend to get really pale when I'm scared, sometimes I even shake. No one else seemed to pick up on it. At my desk I'm facing away from Faith's office. I wanted to see if Melissa went into the kitchen so I had to keep turning round and looking every now and again. I wasn't getting much work done. I couldn't concentrate much anyway, truth be told. If she'd gone out to the toilet or for a cigarette I would have seen her go and I would have followed her out. She was mostly with Faith all the time. I was frustrated at one point because I saw her coming out of the kitchen with two coffees. If I'd seen her go in I could maybe have made a move.
She went out for a cigarette not long before lunch.
I nearly bottled it, I nearly did. I thought, well I've got Faith, Faith is incredible, I don't have to go through this again, I can stick with Faith, Faith'll do whatever I want. I nearly gave up on it because I was scared of Melissa, I didn't know how it would turn out. Then I imagined Melissa on a bed, on my bed. Ever since I'd started there I'd noticed Melissa, I'd fantasised about her, I couldn't let the chance I had go, just couldn't.
This thought process had run quite quickly, quicker than it took to type it out. I had a sticky note (Those little yellow notes for phone messages were brilliant for me! Me with a sticky note was like Indiana Jones and his fucking whip). The note said I had a video of her masturbating Ron and then watching Ron sodomise Faith in the ______ hotel room. I was going to give her that note and then see where things went. I went out after her. Where people smoked was out the front doors and round the corner to the left. It was all glass windows so I could see her stood in front of the bench that was there for them. She had her back to me as I went to the doors
I believe she smiled indulgently when she saw me come around the corner.
'Hi Tony!' She said. It was just like with Faith. Maybe Melissa knew about me as well, and felt sorry for me. I went towards her with the note. I was frightened to the point that my balls were now inside my body. I probably was trembling with fear as I took those paces towards her.
Her phone went off.
She answered it. She did that thing where they hold their pointing finger up as if to say 'one moment.' I was just stood there, feeling like my nerves were going to snap with the tension. She was talking to some woman called Liz. Who I wanted to fucking assassinate. Then Deborah came out, I hadn't heard or seen her on her way out, I heard her as she was right behind me. Deborah was big and old and loud. Sometimes I found her entertaining and a genuinely lovely person, sometimes she made me want to smoke crack.
'Hi Deb,' I said.
'Hello young man,' she said. Deborah and Melissa got on well, they were friends. They could sit out there for hours yapping (while we were inside actually earning our fucking money). The chance had gone. I went back (the fuck) inside.
In the afternoon she went into the kitchen by herself. I still had the note I'd written, I'd put it in my wallet (I was too paranoid bin it). I went across the office. I didn't know how long she'd be in there so I was really pacing along. The phones started ringing. I looked round frantically to see if another flunky was around to answer it. There was this guy called Nick, who hardly even had a brain, who should have been there, but wasn't. I went back to my desk to get the phone.
The phone call was for this guy called Peter, old guy, who was even higher up than Faith. I put the call through to him in no seconds flat. I went back towards the kitchen. I got in there. Melissa was still there. She stood by the work top. She was eating something, a chocolate bar or something, while she waited for the kettle to boil. This time I didn't even notice the fear, I just steamed in.
'Hi Melissa,' I said.
'Oh hi Tony,' she said. 'What was the message before?'
I didn't have the message. The message was on my fucking desk.
'Shi.. I left it on my desk. Two seconds, I'll go and get it,' I said.
