This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to the Beach House series. Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I thought of after a chapter was done, which may add to the plot line.
This story tells what happened with Heather just before chapter 1.
I hope that you enjoy it!
Heather's Story - A Beach House Supplement
They had told Heather to dress the part that day, so after a lot of deliberation, she'd pulled the outfit from her closet that best fit what Janet had said they wanted. A hostess at the big department head meeting. What exactly that meant, she didn't know, because no-one would tell her, it wouldn't be a test if they gave her all the answers.
It was a plus for an applicant to a higher position if they had volunteered to do this though, and considering how People Co worked, she had a pretty good idea of what would be expected of her today. She just hoped it was only going to be expected by the twelve meeting attendees.
Her boyfriend Jack had looked at her choice of clothing a little strangely, but he didn't say anything about it before she left the house. Heather thought about Jack as she went to catch the train downtown. She had been thinking a lot about him lately, ever since Randy's wedding, when he'd finally begun to break out of his shell a little.
She and Jack had been together a long time, since childhood in fact, and she had always worried about him. He seemed to be happy staying in places that he knew, and wouldn't generally go outside those lines unless pushed. She was going to start pushing him, even if it meant pushing him out of her immediate life. She wanted to grow beyond Jack's safe lines too.
It had all been planned of course, what had happened at the wedding, planned by Janet as yet another test. A test for Heather, but even more, a test for Jack.
Before Heather could begin her rise up the company ranks, they had to know if Jack would be on board with the company's... "unique" way of employee relations. Janet had also wanted to know if he was any good, and no matter how many times Heather assured her that he was, Janet liked to try out EVERY applicant, and their significant other.
The train to work was crowded, and Heather had to stand. As she rode in to work, she thought about her own "interview" with Janet, when she had first applied for the promotion. She had been in Janet's large office, with its glass walls showing a tranquil garden outside, and a busy office corridor inside.
Janet's completely open glass desk faced that corridor, and with the glass surface and no privacy panel, it had been very easy for her to tell that Janet wore no underwear beneath her tight skirt. It had in fact been easy for anyone walking past to learn that information.
It had consisted of more or less normal questions at first, although it was a bit distracting for Heather to be sitting directly across from a beautiful woman who crossed and uncrossed her legs, offering various alternating views of her charms.
It wasn't that Heather preferred women, she in fact was quite the man lover, but she had no problems with enjoying women as well, and her interviewer seemed to desire being enjoyed. And observed. Halfway through the questions, the older woman had declared that it was too hot in the office. Not just stopping at taking off her tight-fitting jacket, she had unbuttoned her shirt right down to the skirt line, allowing her generous breasts, barely covered by a thin lace bra, to spill out from inside of the shirt.
The interview continued on like that, and the questions began to be more personal in nature. How many times a week do you have sex with your boyfriend? Do you have any problem being with men, women, or both at once? Did it bother you to be watching him fuck me that night? And on, and on, and on.
Heather liked talking about sex, but even she was beginning to get hot from the questions. Janet suggested that perhaps Heather would like to remove some clothing to cool off, repeating that idea more than once, until Heather sat at the desk with no shirt on. In her case though, she had little need for a bra, so she wore only her uniform shorts, her small breasts, with their puffy nipples easily seen by anyone in the corridor.
It was at the point that the interview changed completely. Janet had stood up from her chair and come around to the front of the desk, boosting herself up onto its surface. Heather had realized that this was a question in itself, so she stood up and walked to the older woman. Releasing the bra clasps between Janet's mounds, Heather had pulled the shirt off, then the bra, using that garment as a rope to tie Janet's hands securely behind her back. She had grasped both breasts, squeezed them in her hands, lowered her lips to one nipple and bit down on it hard.
Alternating between biting, and sucking or licking, pain and pleasure, she soon had the woman before her begging for more, wrapping her legs around Heather's back and pushing her crotch forward. Heather had made Janet stand up before her then, as Heather had released the woman's belt and pulled her skirt down to the floor. Once out of the skirt, Heather had Janet standing with her legs spread apart. With her arms tied behind her and her legs spread, Janet was now completely exposed to anyone passing by in the busy hall.
Turning to look at the other employees watching from the corridor, Heather had walked topless out into the hall, selecting one man and one woman from the group, and then leading them by the hand back into Janet's office. Their name tags had said "Hank" and "Cindy". She'd had Hank unzip his fly and pull out his cock, then told him to stand in front of the chair that she had been sitting in earlier.
She'd told Cindy to pull down her skirt and to sit on the desk where Janet had been a moment before, then told Janet to satisfy her, but to remain standing on her feet. Her hands still securely tied, Janet had leaned over at the waist to reach the other woman's pussy. Heather had crouched down behind her, taking a deep whiff, then running her tongue along the wet slit before her.
She'd then pulled her thong to one side and backed herself onto Hank, plunging her own wet slit down around him in one sudden move.
Trusting that he would know what to do next, she'd turned her attention back to her own task, which was to make sure that her interview was a memorable one. At times, it was hard to concentrate on just one area, as either Janet would move forward to better serve the other woman, or Hank would plunge himself into Heather with a little more force than she had expected.
She had continued to lick the cunt in front of her though, plunging her tongue first deep, then shallow, into the wet hole itself, then down to the clit and up to the asshole. She'd used her fingers to rub, and to enter Janet's depths, to pinch her clit and to spread her lips out wide.
The pumping man behind her had begun to speed up, to lose his rhythm, and Heather knew that he was just about to shoot his seed into her. Quickly pulling herself off of his cock, she'd pushed him forward into Janet's open hole instead. He had thrust himself into her several times, then let go with a groan, gradually slowing until he'd stopped completely.
This was what Heather had wanted. Yanking Hank away from Janet, she'd quickly dove back into place, clamping her lips around the entire dripping cunt in front of her, using her tongue as a scoop, pulling his cum back out of Janet in great gobs. The older woman liked what she felt, shuddering onto Heather's face, her orgasmic convulsions pushing not only the man's remaining juices out into Heather's waiting mouth, but even more, perhaps the remainders of an earlier interview. Heather had drunk it all in, not letting any escape.
Janet's wriggling had caused her face to become erratic on Cindy's pussy as well, and she too had cried out, issuing moans and random words to indicate her own state of being.
