I work for a food distributor. There are over 800 people spread over five floors. The employee mix is our nation. You know the slogan, “Equal Opportunity Employer.”
After lunch I opened my intra-office mail and had a panic attack. The message read, “I hope soon I may sample your awesome wares at the club. It would even be better if you could show your wares to a very select group of my friends this evening at a card party I am hosting. Give me a call at — — —- at 5:30 PM.”
I had problems concentrating on my work, making one mistake after another that I had to do over. One of my friends asked if I was sick because I looked flush. I said, “It’s the weekend so maybe some bug wants to wreck it for me.”
I knew the guy’ name from the mail. His department was two floors up. I had no business going to his floor even to check him out. I did look him up in the office directory and then almost died seeing he was a VP. I stewed the rest of the afternoon and the result was a big headache. Every now and then when I closed my eyes I had a tingling feeling between my legs thinking of a VP from upstairs in my pussy. I was mixed with emotions. Who else was he going to tell? Was he going to blackmail me? God I was a wreck going home that afternoon.
I knew Ann was going to be coming over because we were going to go to the club. In my rushing home I called her and told her to pick up something to eat and that something has come up that might change the night’s plans. I told her it was too complicated over the phone. I stopped for some meds to take care of the pounding headache I had developed.
At the time Ike requested I called the number. He answered by saying, “Thanks Karen for calling.” My mouth was dry, my heart was beating and my hands were clammy cold.
Then I heard, “I was at the club last night and saw you with pop. I could not place you at the time. This morning I did a search on our system and 50 names came up that fit the profile I entered. I then asked the computer to show me the photos. I took a double take seeing you.
“Look sooner or later our paths would have crossed at the club. In general conversation at the club we ask were do you work? It would be embarrassing I think for you and me to meet for the first time there.”
“Look we are adults. You being there told me a lot. I talking to you should tell you a lot.”
“As I said in the mail, I am having a monthly card party at my place. It would please me very much if you could drop by, dressed sexy so my buddies concentrate on you and not the cards and help me win some pots. There will be six of us. Four black buddies and two white. If it makes you more comfortable bring a friend. Wear the shortest skirt you have and take off your panties when you get here. Let the guys feel you up.”
“I promise I will not let them do any more than that unless you agree first. Look we need to be judicious about this. I’m married and have a great job. I cannot and will not jeopardize it so you will be very safe here at my place. It will be as safe as the club and maybe just a bit more intimate.
“Karen if you do elect to come by, the three other black fellows are club members also. I will introduce you as a girl I met in the parking lot at the club so there will not be a lot of questions. If they are smart enough to ask where you work, tell them the power and light company and that you take customers call about billing.
“They will be more interested in your stats than your work place. I will tell them you are thinking of joining the club. I checked and you are not yet a member so that will not be a lie. You are thinking about it I hope.”
“Knowing what pop teaches, he must be awesome from the attention he gets from ladies. I do think you have a sincere interest in the club just being with him. Are you attached to him like the other girls are; any questions?”
“Let me give you my understanding of this. I am to show up with a girlfriend if possible. You met us in the parking lot at the club. You want us to distract the guys by letting them feel us up and that is it. If we get horny we can ask them to do more or we can permit them to do more. Do I have it Ike?”
“You have it Karen.”
“Ike, if I go along with this crazy idea, then the only future contact will be via phone after work or at the club with no more inter-office mail.”
“I promise Karen.”
“Let me talk to a friend and I will call you back in an hour.”
When Ann showed up with the food I talked her ear off while eating. We agreed to go. I called Ike and told him we would come to the card party. He gave me the directions. It was in the richest part of the city where homes start in the seven digits.
Ann and I found some black mini skirts and white halter tops. We decided to go bra-less. We put on running shoes with white ankle socks. In the mirror we looked like cheer leaders.
We arrived at his place at 7:30 PM. His mansion was five miles from my place. He answered the door. I did see him around the building in the cafeteria off and on. I at those times someone was lucky to have him from a looks point of view.
He was at least six foot, with some graying in his short curly hair. It was obvious he worked out. I think those corporate guys all try to have hard bodies these days. Very seldom do you see a beer gutted VP anymore.
We hugged and I introduced Ann. We heard, “Make yourself at home and anytime you want to leave kiss us all good night and head out. I do hope you stick around so I can win a few hands. Just drift in and out to see how things are going. Make them think you are staying the night. Watch TV, then come in and look over their shoulders, let them smell that lovely perfume; let them slide a hand up and mess around. You decide on how much messing you want them to do.”
We helped ourselves to some wine and sat on the sofa with a leg under us with our shoes off and watched TV. The guys began arriving and went to the den after we were introduced. We could hear them talking about us. They all appeared to be between 45 and 50 in age. All fine male specimens to be in the sack with. My brother is built like them and he always says that he is, “A lean, mean, f——g machine.” These guys fit that description.
“Karen how far are you going to let these guys go with their hands?”
“Ann if they are rough not very far. I will step away. If they are gentle then I will give them a lot of time so as to distract them for Ike’s benefit.”
“It was 8:30 PM. The game had been in progress 20 minutes. It was a commercial break so it did not look obvious when we walked into the den. They had a baseball game on in the den but where not too interested in it. When we walked into the den all eyes turned to us. Ike said, “Don’t be bashful, stand by these guys. They won’t bite. Wish them luck and you can do that for me too.”
The subject of work or where Ike met us had not come up. Ann and I decided before we entered the room that we would stand next to the guy that turned us on the most so that we would become more comfortable around them but that I would give Ike a neck and shoulder massage first because he was the host.
I walked up behind Ike and rubbed his neck and worked my way to his shoulders. Jim said, “I got something in my pants that you can massage Karen.”
“Take it out and let me see what you have.”
My eyes bugged when he stood up and before he could get it out Ann and I ran from the room.
It indeed was a nice black cock hanging down and looked like it might be six inches soft and it was cut. I prefer cut to uncut but at times I like to watch the head sneak out; depends on the guy.
The guys were roaring in laughter.
We waited 30 minutes and went back into the den.