A Night at the Theatre - Sex Stories

A Night at the Theatre

One Friday morning, mid-November, I was surprised to receive a call from Ben. With his new job in the City, I never usually heard from him during the day, and rarely saw him except at the weekends. “Hi Ali,” he said, sounding very anxious. “Are you free to talk?” I looked around, intrigued, a little worried, but there was no one in earshot. “Yes. What’s up?” He was silent for a few seconds, which only made me more nervous. “You remember the other night?” he asked eventually. “In the conference room?” “Yes.” “I remember.” I’d visited him in his new office, dropping in at the end of the day as everyone was heading home. We’d soon had the place to ourselves. The conference room had a large glass wall with a magnificent view across London from a height of twenty-something storeys. I stripped out of everything except my heels and insisted that Ben take advantage of me in that thrilling setting. I bent over, my breasts squashed against the polished hardwood table, and Ben took me from behind. Neither of us had a condom handy, so he fucked me in the ass while I looked out at the neighbouring office blocks, wondering whether anyone was watching us. All the way home, I’d had that exquisitely dirty sensation of cum trickling from my ass. “We were caught on film,” Ben said, interrupting my memory of this delicious encounter. “What? How?” “Apparently there's a secret security camera in there.” I laughed. “So now the whole office knows what a stud you are?” “No,” he said, not amused. ...

... “Just the boss, I think. He called me to come see him this morning, gave me a bollocking, said it was completely unacceptable and grounds for immediate dismissal.” I was aghast. “He fired you?” “I really thought he was going to. But he just stood there studying me for a minute, then said, ‘As it happens, I need an escort for tonight. If you’ll give me your girlfriend for tonight, perhaps I can re-evaluate your performance based on hers.’” I blinked, shocked. “What did you say?” “Ali, if you were any other girl, I’d have said no immediately, but…” He trailed off. “You said yes.” There was a guilty silence. “I said it was up to you,” he muttered. I sighed. Baffled. What kind of boyfriend asks his girlfriend for permission to give her to someone else. This wasn’t on my list of fantasies. If I said no, would Ben lose his job? If I said yes, would Ben still respect me? More importantly, what the hell would I be getting myself into? I knew nothing about Ben’s boss. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Ben’s boss was rich – he had to be – and unafraid to ask his employee for the use of his girlfriend, all of which reeked of power and confidence, and had done so after watching video of me getting fucked in the ass in a semi-public arena. I guess that whatever he wanted from me, it was more than a pretty girl to hang off his elbow. “Well,” I said eventually, “I can’t help feeling partly responsible for this, but this has to be your decision, Ben. You will have to live with the consequences.” ...