Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... girl," I tell her. "Just relax for a bit. Lick if you want, but it's okay. Good girl."

I take a few deep breaths, then savor the feeling of a tongue lapping at my large, smooth sack while I lazily stroke my own cock. I close my eyes and just live in that pleasure for a few moments, letting 'John' twist in the wind -- which is probably a terrible turn of phrase considering he's so deep in 'Jane's' colon. When I open them back up, his expression is once again warm and kind.

"You've got the job if you want it," he says. "You'll do right by my girls. I believe in you."

"Thanks," I reply, "but we're not done."

"We're not," he agrees. "You know, it's not always just to hear myself talk. This is business. Details matter. Clarity matters."

I shrug. "I can appreciate that. Still, I think there's room for improvement."

He nods. "Okay. I'll take that note. So, if the reviews are glowing, you get to pick out a girl -- from the compound, not from the on-calls. My girls come first. I'm not swapping somebody out for you; they earned their place here, and whether they stay or go is about me and them. Three months minimum, out of fairness to them. If everybody still loves you after that, you can re-up, or you can switch. You still have to take care of all of my girls, but that girl will be your special girl. When it's her turn for some attention, that attention can be anal -- everything, and all the way."

"Fuck you," I say softly. I back away from the table. 'Jane's' ...

... disappointed moan isn't enough to keep me there. It's gone and forgotten a mere moment later anyway, because she's still getting sodomized by afucking man.

Thatfucking man nods somberly. "I know. A girl's waiting for you outside the office. She'll escort you back to the car. Take a week -- less if you want, but no more. If you're leaning towards yes... do what you need to do."

I gather up my clothes, but don't bother putting them back on. The big wooden doors open on their own. He's still fucking 'Jane' when they close behind me. At least I didn't have to see or hear him cum inside of her.

The girl outside is in a sharp business dress. She's just a little bit off type -- a little curvier and a little darker. She's still one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She just doesn't immediately remind me of myself, or of Jack.

"Ms. Caroway," she says, taking my nudity and my attitude completely in stride. "Right this way. Anything you need before we leave, don't hesitate to ask."

"Jane, I presume," I say acidly. We start walking side by side, back the way 'Jane' and I came. "I doubt you can give me what I need, but I am a glutton for punishment. Why him? Why here? What the fuck?"

I see her expression change in profile; she's a little surprised by the question, but not enough to stop walking, or even to look over. Instead, she pointedly glances all around.

"The life," she says simply. Then she lolls her head, and I detect the faintest hint of a stupid smile. ...