Part 2 -- Jenna and Monique Provide Boardroom Service
The next day, Jenna Booth sat at her desk eating a sandwich and drinking a diet coke. The other two employees, Alice and Marion, had gone out for lunch.
She was tired of running the Conrad Foundation, a charity established by her late grandfather. The government forms. The red tape. Being a boss and manager. Boring!
Sam was no longer in her life. He'd left to teach at a remote school in Kenya. It was a trial separation that she knew would probably end in divorce.
Then, two days ago, a gorgeous dark-haired thirty-year-old strolled into Jenna's office unannounced. She wore a faux leather camel brown miniskirt, a long sleaved open back ecru top, and stiletto strap sandals.
"Can I help you?" Jenna asked.
"My name's Monique Laroche. I watched you have sex with a dozen men at your fundraiser two months ago."
Jenna blushed remembering that evening.
"I was the one who provided you with some succour."
"How do I know it was you?" Jenna said. "I was blindfolded."
Monique moseyed over to stand beside Jenna's chair.
"Close your eyes."
Jenna thought about it and then complied.
Monique bent over and whispered in Jenna's ear, "You said that you wished we could do more of this and I said that I'd be in touch."
Jenna opened her eyes in astonishment. It was their exact conversation. The one they had after a mystery woman brought Jenna to repeated orgasms in front of a large, mostly male, audience.
"Close your eyes again."
Jenna did so and Monique French kissed her.
Jenna flung open her eyes and broke off the kiss.
"It is you," she exhaled. "I'd know those lips and that tongue anywhere."
Monique's tongue was almost nine centimeters in length.
Jenna looked into her soft brown eyes.
"I never knew cunnilingus could be so good," she said.
"I've tasted a lot of women," Monique said. "You were the best, especially when your pussy was full of multiple guys' sperm."
"I couldn't have gotten through that evening if you hadn't stepped onto the stage. I'm forever in your debt."
"I'm so pleased you said that because I need a favour."
Monique explained that she was being blackmailed by Geoff Leland who had obtained a document that Monique had forged.
"It's in his home. I want to break in while he's away, get it back, and destroy it. You showed so much courage being the prize at that fundraiser that I thought you'd be ideal at being my lookout and, if necessary, distract him if he returns early."
Jenna despised blackmailers.
They sealed the deal with intense girl-on-girl action that evening in Monique's condo. Afterwards, as they lay on the bed in post-coital bliss entangled in arms and legs and crumpled sheets Monique explained the specifics of her plan to Jenna.
Then Jenna thought about everything that had happened yesterday. Sex with four guys to help her new friend thwart a blackmailer. Maybe running a charity was not her calling.
Was a new career in order?
The office door burst open. A middle-aged man stood in the doorway.
"I'm Geoff Leland."
"Okay."
"You helped steal a document from my home."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I want it back."
"Out of my office"
"You were the diversion."
"I'm calling the police."
She picked up her cell phone.
Before she could dial, he'd cross the room and snatched it. He had large powerful hands.
"Where does Monique Laroche live?"
She remained silent.
"George," he called.
A large man entered the office, walked over to Jenna, grabbed her wrists, and tied them with a plastic zip tie.
"What the fuck?" she said.
He put a piece of masking tape over her mouth.
Leland checked her cell phone, found Monique's address, and then nodded to George who seized Jenna's forearms and led her out of the office and through the backdoor of the building. A Mercedes was parked by the door.
George pushed Jenna into the back seat. Leland climbed in beside her.
Leland gave Monique's address to George, and he drove the limousine onto the street.
"It wasn't hard finding you," Leland said to her. "You told my son and the motor league your real name."
She struggled with the zip tie twisting and wriggling her wrists. This only caused pain as the plastic cut into her skin making the situation worse.
Ten minutes later they pulled into the guest parking lot of Monique's condo.
George exited the car and entered the building.
A few minutes later he shoved Monique into the backseat beside Leland. She was bound with zip ties and gagged.
"She says she destroyed the document," George said.
"Search her apartment," Leland said.
George re-entered the building.
"What shall we do while we wait?" Leland said, "The same thing that you did while Monique rifled my study?"
He ripped the masking tape from Jenna's mouth.
"My son says you give good head."
"You kidnapped me. Why should I do anything for you," Jenna said.
"You should worry about what'll happen if you don't comply."
He unzipped his trousers and lowered his underwear. His penis was large and thick and throbbing. A blue vein pulsated on the side of his dick.
He grabbed her hair and forced her face into his lap.
She was terrified of what might happen if she didn't submit so she took him into her mouth. It was difficult giving a blowjob while partially siting on the backseat of a limousine with her wrists bound.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she took him deeper into her throat. She tried her best fearful of her punishment if she didn't satisfy him.
"Show me your tits," he said to Monique.
She undid the buttons of her blouse. She was braless. The nipples on her conical 34C breasts pointed upward.
He proceeded to message her firm breasts as Jenna deepthroated him.
Spittle dribbled from Jenna's mouth as she serviced his member.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Monique looked almost serene. No sign of the terror that Jenna felt. She also saw that Monique had forgotten to remove yesterday's earpiece from her right ear.
After five minutes of sucking, Jenna could sense that he was ready.
"Swallow it all. I don't want any stains on the upholstery," he ordered.
She was in an awkward position and gaged as his spunk hit the back of her throat. She tried to gulp it all but couldn't. Some trickled out of her mouth onto her cheek.
When he was done, she raised her head.
"Not so fast," he said. "Clean me up and wipe that cum off your face."
She obeyed. She licked and then swallowed all the jism from the side of his penis. With her fingers she cleaned her cheek and chin and ate that semen too. Thankfully nothing had dibbled onto the car seat.
She felt totally debased as she repositioned herself beside Leland.
"That was fun. Now what shall we do?" he said.
Jenna's eyes widened horrified of what might be next. Monique sat nonplussed.
George opened the car door and slid in behind the wheel.
"Nothing," he said.
Leland ripped the tape from Monique's mouth.
"Where is it," he snarled.
"I burnt it."
He slapped her face.
"There were ashes in the wastebasket," George said.
"Stupid bitch." Leland slapped her again. "Back to the office."
George started the car, drove out of the lot, and parked in the underground garage by the elevator that took them to the twelfth floor. Leland Enterprises.
They marched to Geoff's office. None of the employees commented on the fact that both women's wrists were bound, and that Monique's blouse was undone with her boobs exposed.