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(c) 2007 Victor Echo

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are
used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead,
undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental.

Author's note: Thanks for reading and thank you for your comments.  I am
also online at http://storiesonline.net/auth/Victor_Echo

Chapter 7

I was not holding out any hope that Wednesday would be any better than
Tuesday.  At least I woke up in my own bed this time and had a good night's
sleep to show for it.  I pulled on some casual pants and a loud shirt and
almost dared anyone to say anything about it.  I had spent the bulk of the
evening on the phone with friends of mine who worked in the human resources
side of the legal field.  Quite interesting that practice.  All of them had
backed me up when I explained my thinking.  There was no question that
Valerie was a loose cannon on deck and the company could only suffer from
her mismanagement of the HR issues under her control.  It was a good thing
I was not the boss.

I pulled up to the building and walked in behind Craig and Patricia.
Patricia took one look at me, smiled and hooked her arm in mine.

"I take it that you have a good afternoon yesterday?" I asked her.  She
just smiled at me.  Craig snorted.

"So what did you buy?" I asked.  I know that look.

"He bought me a Z," Patricia was almost vibrating with excitement.

"And you didn't drive it to work?" I asked.  I did not remember seeing a
BMW in the parking lot.

"No silly, it's for the summer!"

"I see," I said sagely.  As long as Patricia was happy, that is all
that mattered.

"I guess we have to work today then to make sure he can keep up the
payments?" I asked her.

"Twice as hard," Craig said, raising his eyes from the Journal to walk into
the elevator.  Patricia still had hold of me.

"I guess I am going upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes," they replied almost together.  "I want you to fill in that paperwork
today Gary," Craig said.

"Well, we will see what happens.  I don't think filling it in is the
problem."  He looked at me and I gave him the quick version of the
preceding afternoon's activities.

"Yes, that is about what Maureen told me last night," he said.

We exited the elevator and headed for executive suite of offices.  Sophia
was not in yet, but that was not much of a surprise.  She had been known to
stay late more often than not.  Valerie however was waiting for Craig in
his reception area though.

"Good.  You are all here," she said in a voice much too chipper to be
believed for so early in the morning.  I followed Craig into his office,
took off my coat and tossed it on the chair beside me and sat down.

"Good morning to you too, Valerie," I said in half interest as I made a
show of fishing my PDA out of my coat.

"Sir, I have some very interesting information for you.  It would seem that
Mr. Preston lied on his resume."  Needless to say she had my immediate
attention, although I suspected I knew where this was going.

"He did?" Craig asked.  "Is this true Gary?" he asked me.

"I don't know.  I may have messed up a date or two.  Some of those early
jobs were not as well tracked as they might have been.  I may have said I
was there three months and I was only there two," I shrugged.  "Honest
mistake really if that is the case. I thank Ms. Talbot for bringing it to
my attention and I will be happy to make the corrections."

"Nothing quite so simple, I am afraid.  Where did you go to school?" she
asked like a viper staring down its prey.

I let a ghost of a smile cross my lips.  I was right.  "Auburn," I said.

"Odd, I called them last night and there is no record of a Gary Preston
being awarded any degree during the time you claim you were a student
there."

Craig looked at me seriously; Patricia had balanced herself against the
window ledge.  I smiled and stared back at Valerie, the mongoose looking
at the cobra and not being worried in the least.

"I wouldn't think so," I said, spinning the dial to check the panic mail
and other headlines in my in-box rather than give away my advantage.
Stupid lawyer tricks I learned from a couple of sharks on the West Coast
while I was out there.

She looked confused, like she had been handed the argument but had lost.
Craig was trying to figure out where the land mine was and Patricia was
trying hard not to laugh.  I suspect Patricia would not have been so sloppy
in her investigations.

"Well, under the policies of the company," she flourished a letter at me,
"I am afraid we have to terminate you. Accounting will have your pay check
ready in an hour."

"And which policy would that be Valerie?" I asked with a straight face and
not a trace of humor.  I watched Craig come erect and even Patricia knew
something was going to happen and it was not going to be pleasant.

"That would be the policy that requires termination of an employee
providing false information on their education."  She smiled triumphantly.

Patricia started laughing and Craig turned to look at her and she covered
her mouth.  I took the letter from Valerie, glanced at it and reached over
to pull my coat off the chair.

"I do hope you haven't screwed up my benefits with this little stunt," I
said, generally ignoring her as I stood and put my coat on.  "The policy
states that if you falsify your educational credentials, you are to be
terminated.  I have not falsified anything. I hold a B.Sc. in Computer
Science from the University of Auburn.  Of course, it was awarded to
Michael Preston, IV, but since that is still me, I have falsified nothing."
 Patricia was doubled over at this point and the blood was draining from
Valerie's face.  Craig however was turning red.

"You see," I continued, folding the letter in thirds and putting it in my
pocket, "My father is Michael Gary Preston, III and goes by the name of
Michael.  And I, like my grandfather, go by the name of Gary.  But
Universities tend to be very precise."  I stopped and paid attention to an
email from Jerry that vibrated the unit as I had been talking.  Seems
someone in HR had instructed him to deactivate my account.  He was letting
me know that he would only do that when Craig told him so.  I punched back
a quick response before I continued talking.

"So, if you please, go back and re-enable my benefits and my payroll and
all the things you instructed people to turn off.  I have already told
Jerry that the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."  I looked up
and her and there was cold fury in my eyes.  "Further, please be advised
that I have retained legal council and will pursue this matter through the
courts if I must."

Craig turned to look at me.  "You didn't?"

"If I don't make a phone call in," I looked theatrically at my watch, "20
minutes, the company will be facing a wrongful dismissal suit." I said.

Craig turned and looked at Patricia.  She was not laughing any more.
"Patricia, would you please give Gary the use of your phone so that he can
make that call and then start filling in the necessary paperwork for his
promotion and ask Maureen to join us soonest.  Ms. Talbot, have a seat.
Now."

Patricia and I walked out of the office and pulled the door closed behind
us.  I pulled my cell from my belt and dialed a number as I walked.  He
picked up on the second ring.

"It's Gary.  You called it right.  I will send the scotch over this
afternoon.  Thanks, bye." I hung up the phone and followed Patricia into
her office.

"That was dangerous Gary," she said closing the door and turning around to
face me.  "Thank you, again."  She reached up and kissed me hard and then
she started laughing.  "Did you really have a suit ready?" she asked
sitting down behind her desk.

"More like a bet," I responded.  "But you can be certain there would have
been a suit on Maureen's desk by the afternoon and it would not have been
pretty.  Of course, I got tipped early.  I have a friend in the admissions
office at Auburn and he called me last night at home and told me what had
gone down."

"Nasty, nasty, nasty, and sneaky, too. Here, sign the offer letter," she
passed me a piece of paper with my new title and salary and a rough outline
of a job description on it.  It said I started a week ago.

"Um, except that the start date is wrong,"

"No, it isn't.  It is retroactive."  She looked at me.  I signed it.  Then
she picked up the phone.

"Hi Jerry, it's Patricia.  He just signed it.  I expect he will be down to
clean out his office later this morning.  It what?" she looked at me and I
simply nodded my head.  It was a crime scene.  "Well, we will stick him in
a closet up here then until we find him a desk.  Yes, he probably would
enjoy it," she said with a giggle.  "Yes, I will send him down in a bit.
Bye."  She hung up the phone and looked at me, then stood up and walked
around the desk and I stood up and we kissed again, only to be interrupted
by her phone ringing.

"Yes Craig," she said.  "I don't know if she is in yet, hang on," she
covered the mouthpiece.  "Go see if Maureen is in, he wants her now."

I stood up and went to do her bidding.  Maureen had just walked in by the
looks of things.  She was taking off her coat and her back was too me.  She
was wearing a cranberry coloured dress that came down just below her knee
and followed every line of her body.  It was very professional looking and
hot as well.

I made a small noise before I said, "While I would love to stand here and
undress you, Craig wants you in his office.  It would seem that Valerie has
over played her hand."

She looked at me over her shoulder and it took all my willpower not to walk
up to her and slide the zipper on the back of the dress down and see what
was underneath.

"You still owe me a lunch date," she said.  "And I am collecting today.
This is twice I have dressed for your pleasure."

"Then I look forward to it." I said, following her out of her office,
watching the shifting of material and the play of muscles under the dress.

She let herself into Craig's office and I sat down in the chair in
Patricia's office.

"What's wrong with you?" Patricia asked?

"Maureen," I said.  "She is trying to give me a heart attack."

"Oh," and she raised her eyebrow at me.  Now, I have to admit that Patricia
was very well dressed as well in a grey pinstripe suit, grey pearl shell
and pearl earrings with black stockings and pumps to finish it off.

"OK, you're right.  You are ALL trying to give me a heart attack."  She
laughed at me and took her jacket off.  "Hang this up for me will you," she
said in a very sultry voice, "then come back here and kiss me."

I got the jacket hung up, but that was as far as I got.  The intercom came
on, but no sound, then it switched off.  Patricia picked up the phone and
dialed a number.

"Mike?  Can you come up here please?  Craig has need of your services.
Yes, it is urgent."  She hung up the phone.

"A secret signal?" I asked.  She nodded her head and sat down, so I took up
station across the desk from her.  She smiled at me and started stroking
her breasts through the material of her shell.  Mike tapped on the door a
couple of minutes later.

"Go on in Mike," she said.  "He has Maureen and Valerie in there with him."
 Mike nodded and crossed the waiting room to the office and went in.  There
was two of Mike's staff in the waiting room.  We behaved ourselves.  We did
not have long to wait.

"Take your hands off of me, I am an employee of this company," Valerie was
hysterical.

"Not any longer ma'am," we heard Mike say as he and his assistants escorted
Valerie Talbot back to her desk and I assume out of the building.  Maybe
today was not going to be so bad after all.

Patricia's phone rang as Maureen came out of the office and into
Patricia's.  I took a moment to look at Maureen and she looked back at me.
I am certain neither one of us was thinking about legal issues.  She smiled
at me and licked her lips just as Patricia hung up the phone.  We schooled
our expressions, but Patricia was not fooled.

"Get out of here you two before the room spontaneously combusts," she said
chivying us on our way.  She headed into Craig's office with her treasured
letter and Maureen and I went to her office.

We barely got the door closed before we were in each others arms.  Maureen
kissed me, her tongue sliding effortlessly into my mouth. I reached around
behind her and slid the zipper of her dress slowly down the middle of her
back.  She shivered as my hands stroked the bare flesh that I had revealed
by doing this.  I stepped back and took the arms of her dress and slid them
over her hands, pulling the material forward and off her magnificent chest.
 She was wearing a dove grey lace bra that just barely seemed to be able to
do the job of supporting her breasts.  As I slid the dress down her body, I
discovered matching thong panties and black stockings.  She stepped out of
her dress and I hung it on the back of her door.  She caught me from behind
and started kissing my neck and ear, while her hands undid my shirt, her
fingers stroking my skin.  For my part I let my fingers roam across as much
of her thighs and naked ass as I could reach.  She pulled my shirt off me
and spun me around to get at my belt and zipper.  She had my pants undone,
but stopped to spin me around and run her tongue over my nipples before she
sunk to her knees to pull down my pants and underwear, my erection coming
free in the process.

She did not say a word as she caressed my cock, first with her eyes, then
her hands and then her lips and tongue.  Following each curve and contour,
she took me into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip, sucking
gently, her hands stroking my balls and teasing my ass.  It was a wonderful
feeling and I luxuriated in it as she slowly took more of me into her
mouth, increasing the pressure on both my cock and my balls.   Her mouth
was so soft and it did not take much encouragement for me to give up my
seed to her, the moan escaping her only heightened the sensations as I came
deep in her throat.

"Oh, what a wonderful way to start the day," she said standing up to kiss
me again.  I kissed her back and ran my hands along her naked sides,
drawing goose bumps from her exposed flesh and enjoying the feel of her
pushing against my now naked body.

"I am at a distinct disadvantage here councilor," I said between kissing
her chin and the soft curve of her breast.  Her nipples were threatening to
rip the material of her bra as I kissed along the dividing line between
fabric and skin, using my thumbs to flick across her nipples and puffed up
areola.  She was sighing and mewling and pushing her body against mine as
her hands held my head close to her breasts.

"I would not say that," she said, laying her head back and pushing her hips
against me.  The action thrust her breasts ever more towards me and I
decided to take some action.  I kissed my way down the valley between them
and undid the clasp I found there, peeling the fabric off one side and then
the other before taking a nipple into my mouth.  She moaned as I ran my
teeth over her hard nipple.  A pebble more correctly, it was red and
distended from its dark bed which was another level above her breasts.  She
gripped my head tighter as she quaked, her excitement increasing with each
flick of my tongue.  I alternated from one to the other, each time she
seemed to hold me tighter than the time before and quake a little longer.
Her breathing was ragged and she could not hold still.  She gave a little
squeak and clutched me tight and froze, holding her breath, then exhaled,
relaxed her grip and pulled my mouth up to kiss her.

"If. You. Don't. Put. That. Delicious. Cock. In. My. Cunt. I. Will. Never.
Forgive. You." she said, each word, punctuated by a kiss harder and deeper
than the last.  Needless to say, I was hers to command.  I slid her wet
thong free of her folds, with her wiggling her hips in assistance.  It was
almost entirely soaked through.  I took a moment to slide my fingers
through her lower lips and she quaked again as my finger crossed her clit.

"Oh God, Gary, don't tease me, fuck me," she panted pulling me down on the
floor on top of her and grabbing my rejuvenated cock and directing it into
her.  We slid together with a wet sigh and kissed, her hips twitching and
the powerful muscles of her cunt squeezing my cock.  I started sawing back
and forth and she came hard, her pussy squeezing me hard, she bit my
shoulder to keep from screaming and she pulled her knees back to get deeper
penetration.  I pushed past her tightness and she started moaning again.
She wrapped her legs around me and urged me on, rocking her hips in time
with my rhythm.  She captured my head and tried to kiss me as another wave
of pleasure swept through her and she cried into my mouth as I exploded
inside her, setting off another wave.  She was crying and clutching me to
her, her hips still rocking as we slowly returned to earth.  She was
sobbing with joy and released emotions, kissing me between breaths and
holding on for dear life all at the same time.  Her soft walls were
undulating around my retreating member, it was warm and I kissed her back,
my tongue dancing slowly with hers.

"Oh, that was just wonderful," she whispered in my ear before she kissed
me.  We lay together like that for a few more minutes and then she sighed
again.

"Next time, I get you in my bed, or your bed, or hell, any bed," she kissed
me again.  "But for now, we need to get dressed and find you an office with
very thick walls!"

I stood up and helped her to her feet, passing her the bra and panties that
had so recently been removed.  I love watching a woman get dressed as much
as I do watching them get undressed.  The hair on her pussy was matted with
sweat and our combined juices.  Even her stockings looked a little rough.

"I guess I am going to have to change these too," she said looking at the
condition of them.  She started to slide on her thong and stopped when she
noticed how wet it was.  "See what you did to me," she said, brandishing
the thong at me.  "See how wet you got me?"  She stalked over to me and
pulled me to her and whispered in my ear, "do it again and again and
again," and kissed me one more time.  She tossed the panties on her couch
and walked over to her briefcase where she pulled another pair of stockings
out of a side pocket.  She sat down on the couch and held her leg out to
me.  Who was I to refuse to help a lady with her stockings?  I took her
leg, lewdly exposing her sex, and rolled the damaged stocking off.  I did
the same to the other one.  As I put her leg down, I bent down before her
and kissed her pussy, causing her to sigh again.

"Gary, stop, or we won't get anything done today," she said without
conviction, leaning back into the couch and lightly playing with her
breasts through her bra.  I leaned in and rimmed her ass, causing her to
lift her hips in response.  I gently probed with my tongue and she started
rubbing her breasts harder, pinching the nipples more and more roughly.  I
grazed a finger across her swelling clit and she trembled.  I licked my way
back up to that bud and when I took it in my mouth she gripped my head and
came again, a silent scream escaping her before she slumped back on the
couch, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Just for that," she managed to say after a few minutes, "You are going to
buy me some new panties and stockings." She was bending down to kiss me
again, licking at my face where it had been pressed against her cunt.  She
helped me to my feet, her hand grazing my swelling cock as she bent to take
it in her mouth again.  She only sucked for a moment or two before
releasing me and slapping me on my ass.  "Go and get dressed," she said,
reaching for her new stockings.

I did what she asked me and pulled my self together while watching her get
her stockings on.  They had a nice little pattern in them and just barely
came up to mid thigh.  She stood, slipped her feet into her shoes and
turned towards me, her blond pubic hair accenting her still puffy pussy
lips, grey covered breasts and plenty of naked skin. She was looking at me
with a smile in her eyes and I almost took the bait.  Instead, I reached
for her dress and held it for her to slip back on.  I held it at the
shoulders and walked into her arms as she closed them around me.  It was
like taking it off in reverse, ending with a kiss instead of starting with
it.  I slowly zipped it back up for her, kissed her one final time and
stepped away.  We were both a mess and I suspected that the room smelled of
sex.

"We might want to go to the restroom and freshen up a bit," I suggested.
She looked at me for a moment and then nodded.

I walked over to the door and listened a minute.  It was fairly quiet on
the other side, so I pulled it open and walked out, across the floor and
down the hall.  Maureen followed a few minutes later.

On my way back, I stopped by Patricia's office to see if there was anything
she needed, but she was either still in with Craig or off doing whatever.
I arrived back at Maureen's office about 10 minutes later.  Yes, the place
did smell.  Maureen walked in behind me, stopped, looked around and headed
for her desk, picked up her legal pad and suggested we go to look at
offices for a few minutes.  I hooked her arm in mine and off we went.

The goal was to find a suite with a front office for looks and a back
office for the hardware that I could close the door on.  There were a
couple of places that could be converted with a little work.  I was not
sure how much work the company was willing to put into converting a couple
of offices into a suite for little old me, but I was willing to go along
with the gag until the company came to its senses.  We tested a couple of
them out.  Good for kissing but not much in the way of soundproofing.
Maureen moaned and sighed but I did not get her all worked up.

We walked back to her office and the air had changed in the time it took us
to walk around the building and I took up position on her couch and she
slipped behind her desk and stared at me.

"Shouldn't you be doing something," I asked, staring back at her.

"I suppose," she said, sitting back in her chair drawing her hand across
her breast.

"If you keep that up darling," I said, "you will stain your dress."

"Good point, so where are we going shopping?"

"I don't know?  Where do you normally go shopping?"

"Now that sounds like an open invitation," she started stroking her chest
again.

"Let me go down to the department and make sure I am not needed, and I will
take you shopping anywhere you want.  How is that?"

She stood up and walked around the desk, walked over to the door and closed
it, and leaned against it.  There was raw lust in her eyes.  She walked
over to me, slinking, sliding and when she got to the couch she put her
hands on either side of me and leaned in.

"That has to be, with out a doubt, one of the sexiest things I have ever
heard," she whispered.  "I just hope we make it that far."  She kissed me,
crawling up on to the couch.  It might have been more than a kiss, but
there was a knock on her door.  She stood up to open the door, and I
readjusted myself.

Christine was there.

"Good morning Maureen.  Good morning Mr. Preston," she said, walking in.  I
saw her nose wrinkle a little as she entered the office and her nostrils
flared.  Oh, she knew what we had been doing, even if it was not at a
conscious level.  Her nipples hardened under the blouse she was wearing and
I saw her breath hitch a little as she walked over to the table against the
window and put her briefcase down.  Christine had changed her appearance a
little.  She still had her glasses, but her hair was down, a rich brown
fall that came to the middle of her back.  Her skirt was stylish if a
simple blue wool.  I was betting on pantyhose and they were a plain nude
colour.  Her white blouse was simple with a slight pattern floating through
it.  She had gone from sever to simple and it was a marked improvement.
Maybe I should invite her to come shopping with us as well.  The way the
light from the windows hit her, turned her blouse translucent and revealed
a bra was industrial strength with a wide band, but I could see that it was
needed.  Her chest was massive and she was doing everything she could to
hide it. I was broken from my study by Maureen's voice.

"Good morning, Christine," she said, looking at me with a grin.  Busted
again, I thought to myself.  "What brings you by today?  I thought we had
cleared everything up last night.

"Good morning as well Christine," I said.  "You look lovely today."  She
blushed at the compliment.  I did not think compliments were normal for
her.  "You ladies have things to discuss, so I will be on my way.  I will
see you later Maureen?"

"Actually, Mr. Preston, you are the reason I am here," Christine said
halting my departure.  Maureen looked confused and I am sure I did too.

"Please, call me Gary, and why are you here, exactly?" I asked.

'Well, first, we need to make sure that your lawsuit is not going to
proceed." she said, trying to stare me down.

"Lawsuit?  I'm sorry?  Which lawsuit would that be?"

"The one you threatened to bring against the company this morning."

Maureen looked at me.  "You are brining suit against the company?" she
asked, her eyes wide.

"Oh, that," I said, slapping my forehead.  "That was so long ago, I
completely forgot about it.  And I was not threatening; it was a promise if
certain aspects continued the way they were going.  They did not, so please
be rest assured that there is no suit," I said.

"It was only this morning, sir," Christine said, pressing.

"If you are not going to call me Gary, Christine, we are going to have a
very rough time working together.  And if we cannot work together, I
certainly cannot invite you to go shopping with us.  Further, the event of
which you speak happened so long ago, and with so many things between them,
that I completely forgot about them." I said.  Christine opened her mouth
and closed it.  Maureen just laughed.

"Gary, you are scaring the poor girl," Maureen said.

"Should I offer to kiss her hand?  Would that help show her I am not some
scary monster that Craig keeps in the closet and only brings out to
frighten people?"

"How about if I kept you in my closet," said a voice from the door.  Louise
was standing there, observing the scene.

"They already think you do Louise.   Besides, you would have to get in line
behind..." I made a show of counting with my finger, reached over and took
Maureen's hand and continued counting and reached for Christine but she
pulled away.  I looked at her with a pout.  "Now I've lost count," I said
with false hurt in my voice, "you would have to get behind a lot of people
Louise." I finished up.

"How about if I just get behind you," she said.  Christine started
giggling.

"I have a better idea, I will get behind you.  You might even enjoy it," I
said with a grin.  Christine laughed as Louise seemed to ponder the idea.

"I will get back to you on that Mr. Preston," she said.  "Have a good
morning."  She waved good-bye and headed for the elevators.

"I don't think she got the point," I said.

"Oh, I am certain she wants the point," Maureen said.

"What are you two talking about," Christine asked looking at us, slightly
puzzled.

"You explain it to her," I said to Maureen, as I left her office and headed
for the elevators myself.  I hit the button for 4 and rode down, not really
thinking about anything.  Nikki got on at 11.  She was wearing a cranberry
twill skirt that just made it to her knees and a lovely blue satin blouse.

"Good morning, Nikk," I said as she got on.  "Got a hot date tonight?  He
won't make it past the appetizers."

"If you must know," she said, stepping up to me, "I am hoping he doesn't
make it to the appetizers," she said, pressing her body against me and
kissing me.  I held her against me as I let my hands wander over her back.
 Nikki is fun to kiss.

"Mmmm, you taste good," she said, breaking the kiss.  "Who have you been
playing with?" she asked me, bending in to kiss me again.  "And can I play
too?"

The bell chimed and Nikki pulled away slowly as the doors opened.  We got
off the elevator and walked back to the offices.  I took one look at mine
and just shook my head.  It still was covered in yellow tape and official
seals.  I really had hoped it would be open by now, but then, it was still
early in the day.  Instead, I walked over to Nikki and Luci's office.  It
felt like forever when I last saw Luci, even though it had only been a day
or so.  She was sitting at her desk typing something into her computer;
Nikki was on the phone with someone, so I took advantage of Luci's back
behind the door, walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck.  She
sighed a little and bent her head to the side, exposing more of her neck.
Who was I to argue, and bend down and kissed her again.

"Good morning, darling, I thought you had forgotten about me," she purred.

"Hardly," I said.  "I have had a very busy start to my day.  That is all."

"So who have you been busy with?" Nikki asked.  I laughed and sat down in a
chair in the corner of their office and brought them up to date on what had
been going on.  About the only thing I left out was the interlude with
Maureen. Nikki looked at me with a piercing glance, then put one hand over
her mouth and pointed at me.

"You didn't," she said.  It was not a question.  "Yes, you did.  Don't sit
there and deny it, tell us the details."

"A gentleman does not kiss and tell," I said, standing up to leave.  Luci
stood up in front of me, put one hand on my chest to stop me and looked up
at me.

"Since when have we ever accused you of being a gentleman," she said,
pulling me down for a quick kiss.  "Nikki said you tasted good this
morning.  Well, was it good?"

"I plead the fifth," I said, pulling Luci into a hug.  She hugged me back
and let me go.

"I am not going to discuss it ladies," I said with a little force in my
voice.  "If you want details, you can go and pester Maureen, but you will
not hear them from me."

"Spoilsport," Luci said with a grin.  "Come on, Nikki.  I have to go and
work on Maureen's connection," she said.

"Right behind you," Nikki responded as the both left the office in a bit of
a hurry.  I just shook my head.  I doubted they would get anything out of
Maureen.

I walked around the suite, saying good morning to people and headed across
to Jerry's office.  He was on the phone with someone, so I just waved at
him and continued past the help desk and around to Security.  They had a
sign on the door saying everyone was away from the office, so I went back
to the main elevator lobby and considered my options.  I could be back up
to 15 and find an empty office, or I could go and sit in the library and
work from there.  The library won out.  It was closer and I was not really
comfortable spending time on 15 yet.

I pulled a chair up to the table, found a network cable and plugged my
laptop in.  Email is the bane of most people's existence anymore and I
settled into wading through mine.  I still did not forward my production
email to the PDA, so I had a bit stacked up.  It is amazing what being away
from your desk for two days will do to the backlog.  The filter had caught
most of the junk, so the 300 or so messages waiting were of some
importance.  Not that they were important, mind you, it just meant that
they had t be dealt with.  I declined a dozen or so meetings on this, that
and the other thing.  Accepted a couple of meetings that I was either
instrumental in or had to be at for one reason or another, including a
couple Patricia had scheduled me for in my new roll as CTO.  I was going to
have to get the voicemail system converted so I could check my voicemail
through email as well.  I pulled my cell phone out and started cleaning out
the two dozen voicemail messages.  Most of them were vendors and could be
safely ignored.

Luci found me there about an hour after she and Nikki left to quiz Maureen.
 She came in and closed the door.

"Gary," she said, taking a chair and sitting down facing me, "you did a
good thing today."

"What would that be?" I asked, looking at her.

"Well, I could say that it was making Maureen a very happy lady, which by
the way, you did.  I was referring to the shake up you precipitated.  That
floor is abuzz right at the moment.  Three senior VPs are cleaning out
their offices and I won't say they will be missed, because they won't.
Half of the Board is milling around up there and Louise is wading through
like a General in a combat zone, directing this and that.  A couple of
people from HR send you their regards, and their thanks." She stopped
talking, stood up and walked over to me where she leaned in and kissed me,
slowly, softly and lovingly.  I pulled her into my lap and she wrapped her
arms around my neck for balance and to run her hands through my hair.  We
kissed for several minutes before she sat up and looked at me.

"You also make me very happy," she said quietly.  "But right now, I wish I
was wearing a skirt," she said.  She was wearing khaki's and a polo shirt,
her nipples quite evident, pushing against the white fabric.

"Oh, really?" I asked, gently flicking a thumb over her nipple.  "And why
is that?" I asked before nibbling her neck.

She captured my hand and held it to her breast, where I was very happy to
continue gently massaging.  She sighed a little and laid her head on my
shoulder.

"Because, silly man, right at the moment, I am very wet, very horny and I
want you thrusting deeply inside me and I can do very little about it."
She nuzzled my neck and we sat quietly like that for a few minutes before
she grabbed my hand and held it still against her.  I could feel her heart
beating under my palm as she got her breathing back under control.

"Gary?  Can I come home with you tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Drew has the kids?"

"Yes," she replied.  "Would Fay mind?"

"I don't know.  I will call and ask," I said, truthfully.

"That is all I can ask then," she kissed me once more and stood up.  "I
have to get back to work and so do you.  Maureen and Christine want to see
you," she said.

"Thank you.  I will talk to you later," I said, gathering up the cords and
putting them in my bag.

"Count on it," she replied as she returned to her desk.

I gathered up my things and returned to the 15th floor.  Maureen's office
door was ajar but not closed, so I knocked as I slowly opened it.

"Come in Gary, and close the door please," she said as I stepped in and
followed her instructions.  I put my briefcase down next to the couch and
dropped my coat on top of it.  Christine was sitting at the table looking
at me.  Maureen got up from behind her desk and walked over to me, put her
arms around my neck and kissed me, in front of Christine.  I resisted
momentarily, but she was not having any of that, and redoubled her efforts.
 Fine, I thought, as I gave back as good as I got, drawing a sigh of
pleasure from Maureen.  I heard Christine stand up and walk over to us.  I
felt her place a hand on my back and slide it down over my ass. She crossed
over and slid it back up again.  Maureen broke the kiss, which left both of
us a little breathless.

"Christine, I would like you to meet Gary," Maureen said, still holding on
to me.  "Gary, this is Christine," she continued.  I looked at Christine.
Her eyes were wide and a little glazed, her breath was coming a little
irregularly and her nipples were extended and thick.  She had taken her
glasses off.

"Hello Christine," I said, putting a hand on her back and bringing her
closer to us.  She pressed against me, rubbing a breast slightly, causing a
small sigh to escape her lips.  Maureen pulled her close on her side as
well, letting go of me to do it and Christine sighed again as we held her.
 She laid her head against my chest, and I watched hers rise and fall,
compressed as it was against us.

She pulled back a little and looked up at me and her hand on my back
telegraphed her intent as it tightened up just before she leaned towards
me.  Maureen let her go and she turned to me.  I took Christine in my arms
as she wrapped a hand around my neck and left the other one on my back.  As
we kissed, tentatively at first, her hand slid down to grip my ass and she
used the hold to pull me against her as our kiss heated up.  She was
rapidly becoming the aggressor, her fingers were twined in my hair and she
was holding me tight against her, rubbing her chest against mine.

Christine broke our kiss first, panting.  She laid her head against me.
Maureen was behind her, looking at me with a combination of emotions in her
eyes.  I could not clearly separate them out.

"Would some one like to tell me what is happening here?" I asked to no one
in general.  I was gently stroking Christine's hair as I held her to me.

"I'm sorry, Gary," Christine said, and then she started to cry.  I looked a
question at Maureen and took both of us into her arms.

"Why don't we sit down," Maureen suggested.  I backed up and sat down,
pulling Christine into my lap as I went.  Maureen sank down to her knees
and leaned against my leg and put her head in Christine's lap, slowly
stroking her back with me.

She continued to sob for a few more minutes, clinging to me like the only
stable thing in her life.

"I'm sorry, Gary," she started again.  "It's just that it has been so long
now, and Maureen said you were nice and kind and gentle." I looked a
question at Maureen.  "And then Luci and Nikki and..." she broke down again
into a fresh round of tears.  I got the feeling I was coming in on the end
of the discussion, only I was not able to put the pieces together yet about
what was discussed.  Maureen reached over for a box of tissues and handed
one to Christine. I just continued to hold her.  She blew her nose and
dabbed at her eyes and looked at me again.  She was hurt and confused, that
I could tell, but there was desire there too and that seemed to be what was
keeping her going.  She pulled us together again and kissed me, hard.  I
was enjoying kissing her, but I really wanted to know what the root issue
was, so I broke our kiss and held her head and looked at her.

"Christine, something is bothering you, something that you seem to think I
can help you with.  As much as I like kissing you, I cannot help you if you
don't tell me what is wrong, OK?"  I kissed each of her eyes as she nodded
her head against me.

"OK," she said, looking up.  She held up her left hand, which was bare of
any jewelry to speak of, other than her watch.  "My husband left me six
weeks ago for another woman.  Needless to say, I was devastated.  You see,
I haven't seen him in almost a year because his unit is in Iraq."  She
straightened up a little. "It seems that he had taken up with one of the
women in a support unit assigned to his area and ... well, I don't need to
go on."  She kind of slumped a little at that. "I had hoped that once he
got back, we could work through this.  I cannot say I was happy with him
when he told me, but in a small way I understood the problems.  I buried
myself in my work to keep distracted, so I wouldn't miss him so much, but
that only helped so much.  I got a couple of toys from the Internet and
that helped a little.  Some nights I would just cry myself to sleep.  There
were some nights that I thought would never end.  Weekends were the worst,
but I still loved him." That started her weeping again and I held her
close, trying to offer some comfort.  I made a leap of logic.

"He isn't coming home, is he?" I asked, cradling her in my arms.

A shake of her head and fresh tears and I had my answer.  I looked at
Maureen and she was a little teary as well.  Come to notice it, so was I.
I dropped on hand down to rest on Maureen's shoulder and she almost
collapsed against me as well.  A fine trio we made.  I let her cry and did
what I could to comfort her.  She was a young, attractive woman going
through a very rough time in her life.  Years later we both could look back
on this event and laugh.  It is part of what made us the great friends we
became.  I did not take advantage of her, I simply held her until she was
all cried out.  My stomach decided that it had had enough and needed some
food though and let us all know.  Maureen laughed and I even got a smile
from Christine.

"Hungry, Gary?" Maureen asked from my knee with a bit of a leer in my
direction.

"Yes, as a matter of a fact I am, Maureen," I replied.  Christine was still
sitting on my lap watching the two of us.  "I think I will start right
here," and with that, I made to nibble the closest part of Christine I
could, which happened to be her neck.  That got her laughing again as I
tickled her neck with my teeth.  "Mmm, yum.  Fresh and tender.  Just what I
like," I said with a smile and gave Christine a quick kiss.  "However, I
prefer my meat cooked and with a nice glass of wine, so who is joining me,
and I am not taking no for an answer."

"Well, if you put it that way, come on Christine, let's put our coats on."

Maureen drove, I sat in the front passenger seat and Christine sat behind
Maureen.  I really did not pay any attention to the drive, so I was
surprised when we pulled up in front of a house.  I looked sidelong at
Maureen and she just winked at me.

"You promised to take me shopping," she reminded me as we got out of the
car.  "But before we go, I thought you should have an idea of what I need."
I just indicated that she should lead the way.  Christine walked along
beside me, holding my hand.  The house had a broad front and stepping
through the door, I got the feeling that if it was not square, it was
pretty close to it.  The floors inside the door were hardwood and as
Maureen closed the door, Christine slid into my arms and kissed me again,
this time with real passion, her tongue seeking mine and we danced like
that for a few minutes, her hands pushing my coat off and Maureen helping
her.  Once they had relieved me of my coat, I pushed Christine's coat off
her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor with a soft thump.  At that
point we broke off our kiss and I looked over my shoulder at Maureen, who
promptly captured me in a kiss.  Christine took advantage of the situation
and began unbuttoning my shirt, drawing her fingers across my exposed chest
and gently nipping at each nipple she exposed as she removed my shirt.

"Let's go upstairs," Maureen suggested in a husky whisper and she took my
hand and led the way, as I took Christine's hand and gave it a gentle
squeeze.  She squeezed back and slid up close enough behind me to slide her
hands over my ass as we climbed the stairs.  The upstairs was a couple of
halls splitting off a main hall that had a banister overlooking the foyer.
 We went right at the top of the stairs and through a door into a master
bedroom that was huge.  The room had to be 30 feet on a side, with a
massive bed in the middle of the room under a skylight that took up half
the ceiling, 20 feet above the floor.  I could see doors leading out, to
what I assumed was the bathroom and maybe a closet or two.  The room had a
couple of dressers and some comfortable looking chairs, but was otherwise
rather empty for such a large space.  I never got a chance to comment on
the lack of furniture, for Christine chose that moment to start kissing me
again and sliding her hands all over my now naked chest.  The kiss did not
last long.  She nuzzled my neck and ran her nails across my chest before
she dropped her head and slowly licked and sucked my nipples.  The feeling
was exquisite.

"OK, Christine," Maureen said, "let poor Gary alone."  Christine moaned
deep in her throat and slowly stopped teasing me.  She stood up and smiled
at me.

"Go and sit over there," she said, pointing to one of the large chairs.
Maureen was nodding so I did as I was instructed.

"You might want to take your pants off before you sit down," Maureen said.
 I complied with the suggestion and sat down in the chair, my erection
pressing slightly against my briefs.

Maureen came around behind the chair and whispered in my ear, "Have you
ever been tied up before?"  I answered that I had and she asked if I would
permit her to tie me up now.  We agreed on a safe word and she secured my
hands and feet to the chair.  It was not uncomfortable, I just could not
move once she had me there.  Christine had left the room while she did this
and then she to left through the same door.  They left me like that for a
few minutes and then I hear Christine tell me to close my eyes and leave
them closed until I was otherwise instructed.  OK, I would play along and I
closed my eyes.  I heard some shuffling in the room and then I was told I
could open my eyes.

Christine was standing nude in front of me.  Her breasts were heavy and her
nipples hard.   Her pussy was covered in a dark brown hair.  She looked
into my eyes and started squeezing and stroking her breasts.  Maureen
walked up behind her, also naked and slipped her hands along Christine's
squeezing and pulling Christine's breasts and nipples along with her.
Christine's eyes fluttered closed and she lay back slightly against
Maureen.  Maureen's hands continued to pull at Christine's breasts, while
Christine dropped her own hands to her pussy, gently sliding her fingers
through her hair and across her lips.  There was no question she was very
wet.  Slowly, Maureen started to kiss Christine's neck and chin.  Christine
sighed and turned her head to kiss Maureen, her breath coming faster as her
fingers started to pull and twist her pussy.  Suddenly she trembled and
cried out, her breasts glistened with a light sheen of sweat and her knees
seemed to grow weak.  Maureen took more of her weight as Christine
whimpered through her orgasm.  Christine slumped to the ground, aided by
Maureen and crawled over to me on all fours, staring at the very wet front
of my briefs and the hard cock inside them.  She crawled between my legs,
forcing my knees apart and slid her hands along my naked thighs and under
my briefs to cup my cock between them.  She moved her head up and dragged
her chin along my length.  This pushed more moisture out of my cock, making
the wet spot grow and glisten.

"Did you like that?" she asked me with a purr.  Maureen was still standing
where she had been, one hand stroking her breast, the other sliding slowly
through her bald pussy.  Christine flicked out her tongue and lapped at the
wet area at the head of my cock.

"Oh, yes, very much," I said back to her partially in a sigh.  She had
begun to drag her nails along my cock while her tongue continued to lick at
the wet spots, occasionally lifting my cock to lick it through the
material.

"Good," she said.  "I hope you will like this, too."  With that she stood
up and walked over to the bed where they had spread a large towel.  She
lies down on the mattress and spread her legs apart.  She crooked her
finger at Maureen and she walked over to where Christine was lying down.
Maureen bent down to kiss Christine and whispered something, then stood up
with a pair of scissors in her hand.

"Gary, be sure to tell me if you cannot see," Maureen said.  With that, she
preceded to snip the long hairs off of Christine's pussy.  In a very short
period of time, Christine's full, lush bush was reduced to almost stubble,
except for a thin stripe a little wider than the space of her outer lips,
which were glistening with moisture.  It was very erotic.  Next Maureen
smoothed some lotion on the stubble and stood up and went into the
bathroom.  She returned shortly with a small basin, a washcloth and a
razor.

Slowly and ever so carefully, Maureen reduced the stubble to bare skin.
Christine was moaning and sighing and mewling by the time she was finished
and all three of us were very aroused.  I could almost smell Maureen from
my seat and the wet spot on my briefs was increasing at an alarming rate.
I had not had an orgasm, but I had come close several times.  Maureen took
a small washcloth off the bed and dipped it in the water and slowly started
wiping Christine.  As she got closer and closer to Christine's clit,
Christine got more and more breathless, her hands mauling her breasts and
pulling hard on her nipples.  It took two passes of the washcloth across
her clit for her to explode and she did.  I could see moisture flowing out
of her pussy as she shook and quivered and cried out.  Maureen bent in and
began licking her and she exploded again, thrashing around the foot of the
bed, soaking the towel beneath her.  I could hear her crying "I need it, I
need it now, please," as Maureen slowly stood up and walked over to me, her
face glistening with Christine's fluid.  She bent over me and kissed me.
She was tart and sweet and I tried to gobble her up.

"She wants you," she said quietly.  I only nodded and Maureen released me
from my bonds before pulling down my underwear.  My cock was solid, hard
and throbbing with each beat of my heart, liquid oozing from the tip.  I
took a moment to school my mind and walked over to the bed.  I bent over
the still squirming Christine and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance
and leaned down to kiss her.  She grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her
and kissed me while twitching her hips across my cock.

"Fuck me, please, fuck me hard and fast and deep," she begged and kissed
me.  As our lips met, I thrust forward into her and her back bowed,
thrusting her hips up to impale herself on my cock.  "So good, sooo goood,"
she sighed as I slowly pulled back out and then thrust home again.  Her
pussy was squeezing me and her hips were undulating in a rhythm of their
own as we matched tempo.  I would push and she would pull and we both
exploded in seconds, warm fluid washing over my balls and abdomen as she
climaxed again and again, pulling me tighter against her with each wave to
pass through her. I held her to me and she cried and kissed me and held on.

Maureen walked up behind us and started kissing my shoulders and back as I
was holding Christine.  Slowly she kissed her way down to my ass and, bent
over as I was, she did not have any problems running her tongue around my
anus, gently flicking it and squeezing my balls.  If she wanted my cock
hard, it was working.  I could feel the stiffness returning and so could
Christine because she started massaging it with her pussy as it twitched
back to life.  Maureen dragged her breasts up my back, the pebbles of her
nipples like little fingers.  She pulled me into a standing position, which
pulled my cock out and up against Christine's clit, causing her to clamp
her muscles tight against the part of me still in her.  Maureen kissed my
neck and ear.

"My turn," she whispered.  I nodded and bend down to kiss Christine one
more time as I slid out of her, much to her disappointment.

Maureen was still standing behind me when I stood up again and she reached
around to take my cock in her hand, slowly stroking and squeezing it.  She
turned me around and kissed me, sliding my slick cock between her legs
where she moved her clit over it, moaning with each pass.

"Lie down," she said, all but pushing me onto the bed.  I did and she
crawled up the length of my body until her pussy was resting on top of my
cock.  She kissed me and slowly bent her body up at the waist, dragging her
clit along my length.  At the top of her arc, my cock slipped towards her
opening and she moved her hips enough to catch my cock and drag it across
her spot, causing her to quiver and tighten up.  Ever so slowly she sunk
down on top of me, her face contracting and relaxing in a strange pattern
as her nipples quaked with each breath.  I reached up and took a breast in
each hand, rolling my palms across her nipples and she quaked even more,
her pussy contracting on my cock.  She captured my hands, bent them down
beside my head and started rocking seriously, her clit dragging against my
cock on every stroke.  Whenever a breast would come in range, I would flick
it with my tongue, causing her to break her rhythm.  I did this about four
times before she told me to stop.  She had great muscle control and as her
tempo increased, there was the feeling of a wet vice closing on my cock
until it seemed she could not keep up the tempo.  Then with a howl, she
threw her head back, sat up straight and shook. The undulations passing
through my cock were incredible and she collapsed on top of me, panting.

"Take me from behind, please," she panted into my ear as she rolled off and
put her ass in the air.  I knelt behind her and slid into her hard.  She
moaned and twitched and pushed back against me.  I pulled back and started
pushing in earnest, using her hips as an anchor.  She was moaning and
crying out and begging me to push harder.  I slipped a finger into her ass
and she screamed in pleasure and came.  That triggered my own eruption and
she came again, pushing me hard and drawing me deep into her.  Her legs
gave out and she crashed to the bed, pulling me down with her.  I hugged
her as best I could as she continued moaning and sighing.  I then heard
Christine cry out and looked over at her.  She had her hand almost buried
in her pussy and was shoving it in and out as she rode her orgasm.  I
rolled off of Maureen to a whimper of unhappiness, and started sucking on
Christine's nipples.  Her eyes flew open and she clutched my head to her
chest as another wave rolled through her.  It took only a moment, but it
was intense and then she pulled me away from her chest and rolled into my
arms.  Somehow we managed to wrap Maureen up with us and kissed, our bodies
soaked in sweat and sex.

We must have fallen asleep because the sun was in a different part of the
room when I opened my eyes.  I was not surprised to see that we had lost
almost three hours of our day.  Maureen and Christine were kissing my chest
and fondling my now flaccid and very sore cock.  I caught their hands
before they could make me hard and kissed them.

"Ladies, as much as I would like to do this all over again, one, my body
needs a rest and two, we have had a very long lunch.  Maureen looked over
at the clock with hazy eyes and Christine kissed me.

"Thank you, Gary," she whispered between her kisses.  "I hope we can do
this again," she continued, kissing my neck.

"Is that really the time," Maureen asked in that sort of disbelieving voice
that we all have when we cannot believe that we have lost that much time.

"'Fraid so," I replied, pulling her into our kiss.

"Hmm, then we should go and shower and call in sick for the rest of the
afternoon," she said, kissing my chest.

"That is a great idea," Christine said, mirroring Maureen's position on the
other side.

"Both of you are very dangerous women," I replied catching both their heads
and keeping them from their unstated goal of getting me hard again.  "If I
have another erection today, I expect it will be painful.  You will have to
wait," I said, kissing them in turn.

"Then you will have to wash our backs," said Christine pulling me into a
standing position.  Maureen got to her feet and pulled us both into the
shower.  The erection did hurt, but with two pairs of hands giving me aid
and comfort, it did not hurt that much.  We showered until the water ran
cold.  Maureen and Christine were brushing their hair when my cell phone
rang.

"Don't even think about it," Maureen said, catching me before I could take
a step.

"It's Fay," I said. I had set one ring for her so I would know when she
called.

Maureen let me go and I caught the call on the last ring.  She was going to
be working late and Ellen was staying at a friend's house to work on a
project.  I told her I was bringing Luci home and she told me not to wait
up, but that she reserved the right to wake us up when she got home.  I
suggested that she might not want to be too late and hung up.

I turned to find the ladies looking at me with a strange grin on their
faces.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Poor Luci is going to get the short end of the stick," Maureen said.

"I am sure she will manage," I replied.  We called in and let folks know we
would not be back today.  I told Luci I would meet her at my house at 6.
Fay had given her a key, so I was sure she would find something to
entertain herself with until I got there.  It was just a little after 2.

"Now," I said, sitting down in the chair I had been tied to and looking at
these two lovely women.  "Someone said I was taking them shopping."  I
looked at Maureen.

"I believe that was me," she said with a grin.

"And what are we going shopping for?"  Maureen looked over at Christine and
then back at me.

"I think we need to get Christine some more appropriate under things and
you need to buy me some new stockings," she said with a grin.

"I see," I said.  "And what sizes do we need to get? And where to you
propose we go to get them?" I asked.

"Well, I am a 44 DD, and I wear a large and queen size," Maureen said,
indicating her breasts, pussy and legs in turn.

"I haven't been measured for a bra in a long time," Christine said, hefting
her breasts.  "I wear a medium panty though."

Maureen disappeared into a door and came back with a fabric tape measure,
which she wrapped around Christine's chest. "36 inches, she said, and then
wrapped it around her breasts.  "42 inches," she said, flicking a nipple in
the process.  She put the tape measure around Christine's waist and hips,
reading off a very respectable 30 and 36.  At 5' 6", Christine was a very
sexy lady.

"Bustier is out," I said and Maureen shook her head.  I looked a question
at her and she just smiled.

"OK, you are plotting something, so I will simply suggest we get dressed
and go," I said, reaching for my underwear.

Maureen dragged Christine into her closet and with a big of giggling and
some whispered conversations, they got dressed, and so did I.

About 10 minutes later they emerged from the closet.  They were wearing
grey sweat pants and zippered tops.  At least they would be zippered.  At
the moment, they hung open and revealed the fact that neither lady was
wearing a bra.  Maureen slipped on a casual pair of shoes and somehow
managed to dig up a pair of shoes that Christine could wear and we were
off.

Again Maureen drove and I commented on the fact that they might want to
consider doing up their jackets before we actually got out of the truck.

"Why?" Christine asked with a very playful voice.  "You don't like us like
this?" she asked.  I decided to keep my mouth shut and Christine laughed.

We pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall and the ladies did up their
jackets, but only far enough as to leave one guessing as to what they were
wearing or not wearing underneath.  I tried not to think about it as I held
the door for Christine to get out.  We followed Maureen past the usual
assortment of stores, then turned down a side hallway to a simple store
front and went in.  The front of the store was cramped, lined floor to
ceiling with lingerie of all sorts.  If this was the entire store, it must
be a real challenge to have more than one or two customers at a time.  A
woman looked up from behind the counter.

"Maureen, how are you?" she asked, coming around to hug Maureen.

"Just find. Sylvia, I would like you to meet my friend Christine, and this
is Gary," she said, indicating us in turn.  We each got a hug from Sylvia.
 She was an older lady, with greying hair that had once been jet black, cut
short but stylishly.  She was about 5'6" with an average build.  A woman
you would describe as someone's mother and with a friendly personality.
She was wearing casual clothes as she asked Maureen how she could help her
today.

"This man," she said, with emphasis on man, "ruined my grey thong," Maureen
said with a certain level of mock disgust in her voice, "and offered to
replace it.  Christine is in need of some new things."

Sylvia looked at me with a smirk and said, "come this way and we will see
what we can do."  She stepped around me and flipped a sign around, then
locked the door.  She took us around the counter and into the rest of the
store.  It was much less crowded here and there were several chairs, along
with changing rooms on the back wall.  There were drawers underneath
samples of the various styles hanging on the walls.  Longer pieces were
hanging on racks around the floor.   She walked over to a drawer and pulled
out two pairs of grey panties, just like the ones Maureen had been wearing
at the start of the day, and handed them to me.

"Now, let us see to Christine," she said, indicating that we should make
ourselves comfortable.  She took her over to a three way mirror near the
fitting rooms and asked her to remove her top.  She did not seem to bat an
eye as Christine threw her top over to me to catch, her naked breasts
swinging in motion with her body.  Sylvia took a tape measure from a hook
and measured Christine's breasts again.

"Hmm, looks like a 36 DD or DDD depending on the cut, dear," she said to
Christine.  She and Christine chatted for a moment about her current bra
and preference and then took her over to a display to select some.  She had
about a dozen styles to choose from.   Christine picked out two for size
and tried them on.  They were both basic white bras that would give her
support.  While she was doing that, Maureen started looking at the gowns
and teddies.  I sat back in the chair and let my mind wander.  I was tired
from the day's efforts and the week was beginning to catch up with me.  I
may have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, someone was kissing
me.  I opened my eyes and Christine was standing in front of me in a very
low cut white lace bra and matching thong.

"What do you think," she asked shyly.

"Very pretty," I replied.  My cock started echoing my sentiments and I
willed it back into submission.  Christine did a small pirouette and walked
back over to the display.  Maureen and Sylvia had their heads together over
a small pile on a table.  She picked up a couple of outfits and slipped
into the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed.  Christine had a small
collection herself and slipped into the one next to Maureen.  Sylvia came
over and stood behind my chair.

Maureen came out first.  She was wearing a full length silk nightgown in
royal blue.  It had decorative work along the seams and was cut and
gathered to the right hip.  The gown was held up by some material on the
left shoulder, leaving the right shoulder bare.  It was a very sexy looking
gown and I said so.  Maureen returned to the dressing room and Christine
stepped out wearing a black bra and thong similar to the one she had worn
before.  She looked at herself in the mirror, pirouetted for me once more
and slipped back into the changing room.  The two of them proceeded to
tease me for the better part of a half an hour, trying on a variety of lacy
nothings.  A couple of the outfits were really quite pretty and I asked
Sylvia for them in a variety of sizes.  Without any questions, she gathered
them up for me.

Christine had made her choices.   Several bras in white and black, but she
also had blue and some reds along with matching panties.  She also had
picked out several teddies and a couple of gowns.  Some of them I had seen,
some of them I had not.  Maureen had also selected a few things, including
the blue gown.  Sylvia rang up our purchases and we headed back to
Maureen's house.

"Ladies, I have had a wonderful day," I said, "but I need to get back to
the office so I can go home."

Christine put her hand on my shoulder from the back of the car.  "It was a
very nice day," she said.  "I look forward to the next time we can do this.
 I don't have to get home," she continued, "but I should do some work to
justify my time today."

"Maureen just chuckled.  "Gary, I will drive by the office and let you out.
 Christine, you can ride back to my place and we can do our work there,"
she said.

I did not have any problems with that and neither did Christine, so shortly
after 4, Maureen let me out by my car and she headed back to her house.  I
went inside and up to Luci's office to claim my laptop.  Luci was still
there when I walked in.

"Hi stranger, where have you been all day?" she asked as she kissed me.
She pulled back and looked at me and grinned. "I see.  Maybe I should have
asked who you have been with."

"Brat.  Get your coat.  Do you want to take your car?" I asked, picking up
my laptop.

"No, I can ride with you. I just have to stop by my car and get my bag,"
she said with a smile.  Nikki had already left for the day, so we headed
out as well.  Luci was parked on the opposite side of the parking lot, so
while she walked over to her car, I headed for mine and brought it around
to her.  She got an overnight bag out of her trunk and put it on the back
seat of my car and climbed into the passenger side.

"What's in the bag?" she asked, having noticed the package.

"A little of this, a little of that, some of the other thing," I said in a
non-answer.

"OK wise guy, who is it for?" she pestered.

"Some for you, some for Nikki, some for Fay, and if there is any left over,
we will see," I replied.

"You are a tease," she said leaning over to kiss my ear.

"No I'm not.  I am just not being forthcoming," I said as I pulled out of
the lot and started for home.

"Give me a hint," she asked.

"White."

"White?  What kind of hint is that?"

"The only hint you are going to get," I smirked.

She decided not to press me further, so she sat back and we enjoyed the
ride, such as we could, through rush hour traffic.  At some point on the
ride home my phone rang and I passed it to Luci to answer.

"Hi Fay," she said.  "We are about half way there," she looked over at me
for confirmation.  "I don't know, I was going to just put some mustard on
him," she was having too much fun.  "I don't know about that, he looks
pretty tired.  OK, I will.  Talk to you later." She hung up the phone.

"Fay wondered what we were doing for dinner and she didn't want me to tire
you out too much," she said.  "So who were you playing with today?" she
asked.  I related the general day back to her, including the tears and the
shopping.  My cock stirred in my pants as I related the events of the day.

"Wow," she said.  "You really did have a busy day." She started shifting in
her seat.

"Problems darling?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.  "You have got me all worked up and I want to feel you
inside me, thrusting hard.  I want to suck you and play with you and fuck
you."

"If you are expecting me to argue, you are mistaken," I said.

"Oh goodie," she said, leaning into me to nibble at my ear and run her hand
across my groin.  My cock responded to her touch.  "Someone is happy to see
me," she whispered into my ear.

"I am always happy to see you Luci," I responded, "you brighten up my day,
even before I knew you better."

She kissed me and sat back in her seat, putting her hand on my leg as we
finished the ride home.  I pulled into the driveway and let Luci out.  She
pulled her bag out and waited for me to put the car into the garage and
then we walked into the house together.

"So what do you want for dinner?" I asked putting the bag on the kitchen
counter.

"I told you," she said, stepping into my arms, "you." She reached around me
and kissed me, tongue probing my mouth as I let mine wander through hers.
I ran my hands along her sides and under her breasts, my thumbs flicking
across her nipples which were hardening rapidly and her breathing was
coming in gasps.  She slipped her hands in against my chest and started
undoing the buttons on my shirt.  I slid my hands along her waist and
followed her lead by undoing her belt and the button of her pants.  She had
my buttons undone and was leaning back to undo my belt.

"Shall we go upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes," she said turning on her heels and leading the way upstairs.  I
grabbed the bags and followed her.  In the bedroom she reached for my belt
and I caught her hand.

"Would you like your present?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up.  "Yes, but after I have you.  I really need you Gary." She
went back to tugging on my belt and I slipped my shoes off as she undid my
pants and slid my shirt off my shoulders, laying little kisses on my chest
as she pushed my pants and briefs down my legs, her kisses following her
hands until my cock bumped her chin.  She tilted her head and took my cock
into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it as she went, her hands
cupping my balls.

"I so love the taste of you," she purred as she sucked me.

It was making me weak in the knees and I pulled her up and kissed her,
undoing her pants at the same time and pushing them down her legs.  I
pulled up her shirt and removed her bra as she kicked off her pants.  I
scooped her up and carried her to the bed letting my hand roam across her
ass as I set her down.  She scooted over as I lay down beside her.  She
rolled me onto my back and continued kissing me as she aligned her cunt
with my cock and slid home on it.  She was remarkably wet and had me inside
her in one smooth motion, the air rushing out in a sigh of pleasure and a
little quiver.

"Oh, this feels so good.  Excuse me while I scratch an itch," she said as
she started moving up and down on my cock.

"Play with me," she begged.  I reached up and stroked her nipples, lightly
tugging and flicking them with my fingers.  I bent up and took one full
breast into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.  She froze, her vaginal
muscles clenching around my cock as the first wave of pleasure poured
through her and she sunk back down on me.  I continued to chew on her
nipples and she held my head to her, breathing roughly.  I slid my free
hand around her ass and slid my finger into her backdoor, which caused her
to cry out in desire and start bouncing again.  I flexed my finger inside
her and she sped up.  She pushed me down and braced herself against my
shoulders, my finger sliding out of her.  Her legs were squeezing me tight
and she was moaning and sighing and whimpering as her second orgasm spread
through her.  She slumped down on top of me.

"You didn't come?" she asked.

"Nope," I said with a bit of a grin.  "It has been a busy day."

"Hrumph, I don't think you like me," she said with a pout.

"Oh, I like you very much," I said flexing my cock inside her.  That
brought a moan from deep inside her.

"OK, prove it," she taunted.

"How?"

"Fuck my ass.  Fuck it hard and deep until you come," she said rolling off
me and on to her back.  She grabbed a pillow and put it under hips, lifting
and opening her legs, exposing her pussy and the bud of her ass.  I reached
into the nightstand and pulled out some lubricant and spread it on my cock
and her ass.

"Hmm, that feels good, but I want you inside me," she sighed.

I lined up and pushed slowly into her, each inch causing her breathing to
change and her hips to twitch until she was thrusting up to meet my cock as
I bottomed out.

"Oh, so full, so deep.  Fuck me, Gary, ream my ass," she moaned and I
started pulling back out and pushing back in, slowly at first and with
increasing speed.  Luci was pulling on her nipples and fingering her clit,
her pleasure oozing out of her with each thrust of my body.  Every orgasm
squeezed my cock tight until she seemed to be in one long wave, her pussy
flowing with moisture and her body bowed.  I lost track of time as I
finally began to feel the crest of my own orgasm as I poured my seed into
her.  She screamed and gushed and collapsed beneath me.  I slowly pulled
out of her with a sucking sound and lay beside her.  She curled up into a
little ball and snuggled against me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she whispered between kisses.  "I have
never felt anything like that."  She wrapped her arms around me and pushed
her soaked pussy against me and kissed me soundly.

We must have slept because the room was fully dark when I opened my eyes.
Luci was lying against me licking my chest, my nipples hard, and my cock
painfully following suit.

"No more, Luci," I said pulling her away from me.  I was sore and I still
expected that Fay would want something when she came home.

"Can I have my present now?" she asked.

"Of course," I said getting up and walking over to the bag.  I pulled a
small bundle out and brought it back to the bed.  She opened the tissue
paper carefully and oohed at what she found inside.  I had gotten her a red
silk bra with a matching silk lace g-string.  I had also gotten her a black
teddy that was soft and sensual to the touch.  She reverently put the
lingerie aside and kissed me again.

"Can I try it on?" she asked.

"They are yours, you can do whatever you want," I replied.

She grabbed the teddy and ran to the bathroom to put it on.

"Close your eyes," she said a few minutes later.  I did.

"OK, you can open them now," she said.  It was a perfect fit.  The sides
scooped, leaving the skin bare.  Her wonderful breasts were pushed together
making them look even bigger than they were. She was breathtaking.

"You like?" she asked as she slowly turned around, showing me all sides of
her.

"I do," I told her.  "Very sexy."

"Yes, it is.  Thank you!  But now I really am hungry."

We laughed at that and I went to find some clothes to pull on and Luci
ordered Chinese.  We were cuddled on the couch, the remains of our dinner
on the floor beside it watching TV when Fay came home.

"You two look comfortable," she said, bending down to kiss me and then to
kiss Luci.  "And I like this," she said, running her hands over Luci's
teddy.  This made Luci sigh and push her chest against Fay's stroking
hands.  Fay leaned over Luci and started kissing her.  I slid my hands
under Fay's and together we started playing with Luci's nipples.

"No, unless you are going to be serious," she was struggling to get away.

"I can be serious," Fay said with a smile, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Then let's go upstairs," Luci said grabbing Fay and almost running.  I
started to clean up the dishes and had just turned the TV off when I heard
Luci scream out in joy.  I suspected it was going to be a long night.

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