Tuesday started with an early morning wake up call from Holly's tongue on my cock.
I think I woke almost immediately but laid still anyways. She was gentle and ginger with her lips and tongue, up and down, rousing my erection. I began to caress the slope of her ass and thighs. She purred as I placed my fingertip on her clit and began light feathery circles. She intensified her blowjob in response to my attention.
When I was rock hard, the woman threw her leg over my chest and guided me inside of her warm, wet body.
I grasped her hips and held her tightly to me, with the full length of my penis inside of her she began to sway back and forth. Her knees gripping my thighs, that lovely ass facing me.
She sped up, listening to her own rhythm this morning. As she neared her orgasm her movements became irregular and chaotic. Then she tensed suddenly, her vagina spastically gripping and releasing my dick. I threw her forward on the bed and moved my grip to her shoulders.
I fucked her hard then. She moaned and strained to push back against me. Her hands gripping the footboard of her bed. Without warning, my semen exploded up into her as I arched my back and rammed her hot box one final time.
We lay akimbo catching our breath. After a few long moments I told her to go warm up the shower for me and put some coffee on.
She stood and spoke shyly,
"I don't have a coffee maker, I usually hit the drive thru on my way to work."
I looked around her bedroom, her clothes were all off the rack, but they had come off nice racks. She wore expensive lingerie, no Victoria's Secret here. Holly was just the kind of girl to have her cards maxxed, unable to pay rent, a couple thousand dollars worth of cosmetics on the floor in front of a mirror, but still buying a $12 coffee every morning.
She was waiting there, that dumb look on her face,
"Shower." I reminded her impatiently.
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
She hurried out of the room. I checked my phone. No messages. When I could see steam in the hallway I got up and stepped into the bath. I showered quickly then, Holly offering to wash me, but I figured we had to get to work sometime, I told her no.
When I was clean, I dressed in yesterday's clothes and told Holly to hurry the fuck up. She apologized and threw some make-up into a bag.
"How do I look?"
She did a little spin. Not that it mattered, because I had plans to see her back in her leather harness soon, but she looked great. A tight fitting t-shirt over a form fitting cotton skirt that ran down to her knee. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, She was a vision without her make-up on.
I nodded,
"You look acceptable."
In the car she began talking to me about her sister again, there was some animosity there, and it seemed like she was the only family Holly had. After a few minutes I told her to be quiet, and we finished the ride in blissful silence.
On the production floor, somebody had turned the volume down on the stink. I told Holly to skip our morning meeting and get some work done. She gave me pout but bounced off to her little office.
Brandi saw me from across the giant space and made her way through Pam's, Bob's, Tina's, and Dan's to talk to me.
"There's something new in the hallway, and a new employee."
The hallway had become some kind of weird full size advent calendar. I looked in the direction Brandi was pointing. Our new employee.
"What the fuck?"
Ass Fucker was sitting at a Dan table working steadily along with the video screen. A blank look on his face.
"What is he doing down here?" I was dumbfounded.
Brandi took a breath,
"I asked him, he said he was told to report to me this morning. He's acting really weird."
I walked over to his table and touched him on the shoulder, He looked up at me with a glazed and distant stare, and said,
"Good morning sir."
I asked him what he was doing here, very calmly he reported that he had been demoted and told to work here. I asked him again what had happened and he repeated that he had been demoted and told to report here. When he was finished he turned back to the widgets in his hands.
I saw Brandi watching me. She raised her hands in a question, I shrugged my shoulders. She gestured me over to the break room, and I met her there.
"Weird right?"
I nodded my agreement that there was definitely something wrong with him.
Across the hall from the Dr.'s office the door was ajar, inside was a large space filled with exercise equipment. Monitors on the wall showed videos of Pam, Dan, Tina, and Bob using the equipment properly.
"That's not the best part."
Brandi steered me to the next door, inside that was another long room filled with shower stalls. Some of our smellier new employees had obviously been using them. That explains the better aroma out on the work floor.
I whistled quietly,
"I'm stunned."
Across the hall I checked in with Dr. Hadley. He was helping a patient up from the Halo table, I asked him what he knew about Ass Fucker's descent from the upper floor. The Doc had nothing much to add other than it had been determined that he belonged down here.
Dr. Hadley was a sphinx. Hard to tell if he knew anymore than he let on. The day was starting out distinctly weird. I touched my manager on the elbow. I asked Brandi to find Steph.
"Make sure she gets showered and then bring her to my office."
When Brandi started to ask me questions I cut her off and left her there.
Upstairs I used the Gaggia and settled into my desk for a quiet moment. I checked out completely. Sipping coffee and wondering what the fuck was going on.
Nothing added up, but the strangest part was how little these newest events mattered to me. There was the nagging thought that pre-Christmas break I would have been very agitated by all these changes. I vowed to remember that thought and filed it away for future use.
My reverie was soon interrupted by Brandi and Steph.
I invited them in and asked them to sit. Steph was wet and the waxed paper cleansuit had become transparent and clingy. She had a nice body under all the grime and dope. She was malnourished and still even freshly showered. She carried a funk to her, but I could see a nice set of tits rounder than Brandi's but proportionate to her frame, a flat stomach and a curve to her hips that would draw the eye.
Even after one day her face had begun to flesh out a bit. She wasn't ugly. She had a sharp little nose and thin but well shaped lips. Her eyes were a pale blue, pretty if dazed.
I asked her what she had done with the fifty dollars from yesterday. With a shyness she reported that she had bought dope and a bed in the shelter. I asked her if she had any more drugs on her, she said she did, that she had bought enough she had more than she needed last night. I wondered out loud if she had drugs, why did she come to work this morning? Did they offer her another fifty?
They hadn't and she couldn't explain why she had come, so I asked Brandi how many had returned today.
"All except one, and it turns out that one had been arrested for something he had done before yesterday."
Again that nagging thought. Why wasn't I agitated? No way on earth all of those street people had come back. But, they had.