Putting in the Overtime (part two) - Sex Stories

Putting in the Overtime (part two)

Hailey's chair rolled back and hit the wall as she stood up. Her red stilettos marched out of sight. “Out!” she snapped. Vanessa and I exchanged nervous looks, then clambered awkwardly out from underneath the huge desk. Hailey was standing a metre or so away, filming our ungainly emergence on her phone. No one was entirely sure why Hailey worked here. She certainly didn't seem to do very much. One rumour said she'd been given the job so TB could keep a familial eye on her, after some unspecified scandal had led to her leaving university. Others said he was simply trying to work his way through Mrs TB's family, and had a straw with Hailey's name on it. Others said she was there to keep an eye on him . Hailey was tall and slim, with long black hair that flowed liquidly around a sharp, pretty face. Her eyes were dark with mascara and her lips fluorescent pink with lipstick, slightly smeared across one cheek. Neither of us moved to cover ourselves. We just stood there, naked, wondering dumbly what was going to happen next. “Caught in the act,” said Hailey, grinning darkly and shaking her head, eyes glued to the phone in her hand. “Could be a viral sensation.” “Look, Hailey...” I began. “Big Tits and Big Dick,” she declared, pinching the screen to zoom in and out on the appropriate areas. “There are people in this office who'd pay good money to see what I'm seeing.” She looked at us with a calculating expression, then clicked the phone off and put it away inside her short leather ...

... jacket. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes. “But I bet you'd pay even more for them not to, right?” she said. “What do you want?” snapped Vanessa. “I only came back in because I forgot my phone,” said Hailey, ignoring her. “But I could smell sex the second I walked into this room, and there's only one place you could have been hiding. I thought I'd fuck with you a bit.” “Yes, very clever,” said Vanessa. “And most entertaining, I'm sure, but...” “Lucky for you my aunt doesn't put out these days,” Hailey went on. “That stupid old bastard's probably forgotten what a wet cunt smells like. But I haven't.” “Hailey,” said Vanessa coldly, taking one menacing pace toward the younger woman. “What do you want?” “What do you mean?” said Hailey, her arrogant composure cracking slightly under the weight of Vanessa's quiet fury. “To not show that video to anyone!” Vanessa snapped. “To delete it!” “Oh no,” said Hailey, rallying, “I'm not going to delete it. That's top wanking material right there, as well as being fucking hilarious . But I'll keep it to myself if you insist. For a price.” “And that would be?” “That would be watching you two fuck.” I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise. I hadn't expected that. “Agreed,” said Vanessa quickly. I gave her a sharp look, but she wasn't paying me any attention. The idea of being watched excited me immensely, but I felt it would have been nice to be consulted. “But not on camera,” said Vanessa, holding out her hand. “Give me ...