Hard to put a category on this, but it does take place in the not-too-distant future. I'll toss it in sci-fi. This might be something I poke at more if people enjoy. Cheers!"
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Ever since I'd been promoted into the Sexually Frustrated Department, I'd seen more offices of the vast skyscraper where Vick Industries filled its floors, than I ever had as an ad executive, and I'd only been in this department for a week. The worst thing about my new department is its location, near the mail room downstairs. The space is large enough for both of us, but they're always busy (even in today's world of digital media), so it was a relief to be called up for service, to get away from all the noise. This time it was Frank Hammond. I worked with him on the Gallagher Project. Made the company tens of millions.
"Hey Frank," I said, barging into his office like the old days, only this time, buck naked. "I figured I'd see you sooner or later. How's the country club? I haven't been there in a while."
"Well, look at you, Suzie Albright. You're right. It has been a long time. I remember how you came up with that awesome pitch for Roy Gallagher. You're one of the best ad agents on the planet, you know that? I boast that to everyone."
"Nuh uh," I said, wagging my finger. "I worked too goddamn hard for this promotion, and you will never tease me back into advertising. Not only do I enjoy this more, it's almost triple my old salary. Even so, I've only been on a week in SFD. I'm sanctioned for oral services, and nothing else."
"That's too bad, Sue. I've been wanting to fuck you for years."
I blushed. "No way! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"It seemed like you weren't comfortable with the flirting."
"Oh, please. Maybe I just gave you a hard time, Frank. Anyway, no telling who you'll get next, so it's either me, or call up another girl."
"Oh, it's fine. I requested a blowjob. Actually, I just asked for a mouth. Would you mind?"
"Not at all," I said, kneeling, opening up, eager to take Frank's cock. He looked like he was ready for it.
I love that Vick Industries offers this service. When I worked as an advertising executive, having this department around kept others at bay. Everyone was satisfied. That's the point of the Sexually Frustrated Department. If you're frustrated, give them a call. I never had to deal with any harassment or inappropriate actions from coworkers while doing the old job, so when the email came through that there was an opening in the department, I jumped on it. I thoroughly understood the value of their service.
As an ad exec, I'd proven to be reliable, always on time, and always hard-working. I was thrilled when they offered me this promotion. No matter what department one comes from, moving to S.F.D. is always considered a promotion. That's because of the money. There were about sixty girls and eight guys who serviced the entire company. That's a reasonably large staff, each starting at over three hundred thousand a year. It should give you an idea just how big Vick Industries is, as a company, to annually budget almost twenty million in labor alone to this department. It must have been worth it, as there were never any sexual harassment lawsuits against the company. The program really worked.
"Do you just want to fuck my mouth? Let you do the work, or me?" I asked my old colleague. "Having a rough day?"
"Day's going fine, but I just kind of want to use that lovely mouth of yours." His dirty talk got me a bit wet. I like it when that happens. He slid it in, going deep the very first time. I was able to stop from gagging, but it wasn't easy. He began to pump, slowly at first.
I wondered if he planned on cumming in my mouth. Based on his behavior, I expected so. That was hit or miss with me. Sometimes, I really like it, but sometimes it tastes so bad that I want to spit it out. I intended to swallow today, regardless. Frank was once a good friend and work partner. He always treated me respectfully, as an equal, when we worked on the Gallagher project.
He reached down and held my head tighter. I must have been moving too much for his satisfaction, but he started pumping faster. He thrust his hips back and forth with considerable skill for such a portly gentleman. I was impressed.
"Almost there, Suzie," he kindly warned, while holding my head even stiffer, drawing me in deeper. I had half-expected him to just 'surprise' me, as he was pumping so hard with his his dick, beating the back of my throat. "You ready?" he asked, quivering in his voice.
I barely nodded, when a healthy pool of semen splurged onto my tongue, more coming in, filling my mouth about half up. Then I felt another large rope of semen hit my throat. I swallowed, pleased that it had a rather plain taste. It made the act of swallowing easier, as Frank continued to eject his seed over my tongue. I'd done so well thus far, I hadn't spilled a drop.
"That was lovely," I cried, wiping just a speck off my lips, after he pulled out.
"My gosh, you have such a warm and inviting mouth," said Frank. "I can't wait to try the other parts of you."
"Hah! My probationary period doesn't end for another three weeks. I think I get to move to vaginal sex after next week."
"I'll ring again."
"Hey now. You know the rules. You can't request specific girls. You get what ya get." I shrugged.
"I know. I'm just trying to flatter you."
"Oh, I'd love it, too, don't get me wrong," I winked. "Just have to play by the rules."
"We could always have an after-work drink, huh?"
"There you go again. Like the only OTHER rule we have is no dating the staff, even if they're from other departments." I rolled my eyes. Of course he knew that.
"Suzie, I need to get back to work. Thank you so much, again. If I could tip you, I would."
"No worries!" I marched out of office, smiling wide. It was a hoot blowing an old friend, with no strings attached. That's what I think I loved more than anything about S.F.D. All the stress-free sex I could ever want. I hated relationships. I rarely found the sex to be worth managing them, but I absolutely love sex, nevertheless. I guess I have too many pet peeves, and am too much of a lone soul. I like it that way. As I made my way to detox, I passed Paul Harper from Accounting. "What are you doing on this floor?" I asked.
Paul seemed shocked, looking me up and down. "I'm here to see Richard Kent. Didn't expect this. You moved to S.F.D.?"
I jiggled my tits and let him take in the view. "Sure did. Promoted just this week."
