At last he was gone.
Sally breathed a sigh of relief as Lenny Slackitt left her office for the last time.
It had been four weeks since Sally & her new Deputy Site Manager, Rachel, had succumbed fully to Lenny’s unwelcome but irrefutable sexual demands.
Sally had not realised how happy and settled she’d been until the unhygienic mendacious hypochondriac Lenny had entered her well-ordered and successful life. She was the head of the local Small Business Enterprise Scheme office, a government-run concern that promoted local companies.
Sally had been enjoying her job until Lenny had been unceremoniously foisted on her as a disabled employee whose illnesses didn’t seemed to manifest themselves in any apparent form beyond, through an incredible series of coincidences, the medical need to be regularly sexually satisfied by attractive young women.
She was told by her boss that she had to ensure the ugly fat Lenny was not the victim of any discrimination and that she had a personal responsibility to ensure all of his needs were met, no matter how exotic, unusual or unlikely they might be.
Luckily she was able to elicit the help of an accomplice, the gorgeously pretty, gloriously proportioned and flexibly principled Rachel, who, after being inveigled with a range of career-related inducements, agreed to give Lenny a topless handjob. Unfortunately, the situation escalated until Sally found herself unexpectedly giving him frantic oral sex despite her erstwhile status as a staunchly faithful and happily married woman.
In fact matters had rapidly spiralled even further out of control as they had tried to gather proof that he was faking his disabilities, culminating in an afternoon of Rachel & Sally being forced into using their mouths, breasts and pussies, as well as Rachel’s poor tiny pink arsehole, to satisfy Lenny’s varied and relentlessly insistent erotic needs.
And just to make the worst day of Sally’s life even more appalling, through a progression of increasingly implausible events, her husband’s digital video camera, complete with an explicit recording of their depraved menage-a-trois, had gone missing! Sally had been mortified at the thought of what might happen if naked images of both her & Rachel sucking Lenny’s repulsive grubby erection and licking his spunk from Sally’s plump creamy breasts found their way into the hands of someone unscrupulous or corrupt.
However, despite her worst fears, things seemed to have improved.
No-one had approached her with hard video evidence of her indiscretions and she had successfully replaced the camera surreptitiously.
Also, for the last few weeks, Lenny had settled for making regular use of Rachel’s hot pouty mouth for his pleasure four or five times a day, although Sally had had to promote her in return.
And, best of all, he had finally gone!
Despite the fact he was being paid to come to work for the Civil Service and do nothing but have his cock sucked by a beautiful full-busted tanned leggy blonde, a disabled rights action group had managed to find him a job at a City investment bank earning a fantastically high salary as Head of Recruitment.
Lenny had thought long and hard about his decision: regular free oral sex from a lovely young woman or an enormously well-paid job.
However Rachel’s somewhat unethical argument that as the manager in charge of all recruitment, he would be meeting lots of young ambitious women who would do anything to join a merchant bank had finally swayed him to leave SBES. After all even if, as was likely, he failed horribly, the pay-off would be enormous.
Which was why Sally had a big smile on her face as he finally left the building for the very last time.
Within a few minutes of his leaving, Rachel bounded in, closing the office door behind her.
“Thank fuck he’s gone!” she exclaimed.
Sally laughed despite Rachel’s bad language. In fact she and Rachel had gotten closer in adversity, perhaps owing to the mutual lesbian activity on which Lenny had insisted. And despite her disquiet at Rachel’s earlier-than-deserved promotion, Sally had to admit that she had started extremely competently and confidently despite the time she’d had to devote every day to kneeling between Lenny’s legs, bobbing her pretty blonde head up and down on his rod.
“I know! I can’t believe it! I’m going to go home and celebrate tonight,” she answered.
“YOU’RE going to celebrate! I’m going to get pissed and find some lovely young stud and ride him all weekend. I can’t wait to get rid of the taste of Lenny’s dirty smelly cock. I must have swallowed pints of his cum!”
They giggled together a bit more and, after a long friendly hug, wished each other a great weekend.
Sally drove home, listening to some loud happy pop, looking forward to spending a romantic weekend at home with her husband Ian and glad to have finally put the whole insalubrious Lenny episode behind her.
As she soaked in a hot soapy bath, Sally sighed gladly before drifting off into a gentle drowsy reverie.
She was startled awake by the doorbell. She grunted in displeasure. Ian was travelling back from an off-site meeting and wasn’t due back for an hour. She dried herself perfunctorily, donning a thick gown, but by the time she got down to the front door, whoever it was had gone.
She looked around before noticing a plastic bag that had been left on the doorstep. She scooped it up and looked inside.
“Oh, shit!” she swore involuntarily as she looked down on the camcorder that had been lost a few weeks back when Lenny had stolen it and hidden in her garden. She opened it up, her heart racing. The disc was gone but there was a note attached.
Written on it in a slightly immature script was the message, “I found this stuck in the hedge at the front of your house. I thought I’d look at what was on it to see if I could work out whose it was. And now I can’t stop watching you and your pretty friend with that old man. But I feel guilty about the camera so here it is as I’m not a thief. I have to keep the DVD but I won’t tell anyone because I think you are a really nice person and very beautiful and I don’t want you to be hurt.”
Bewildered and disturbed by the return of the camera and the bizarre message, Sally took a few minutes to collect her thoughts.
She hid the camera in her briefcase before going back upstairs to get dressed, her mind racing. Who on earth could it possibly be? She resolved to phone Rachel the next day to work out what to do.
Her evening with Ian wasn’t quite as romantic as Sally had hoped. He was tired after work and she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the mystery of the returned camera.
She called Rachel on Saturday when Ian had gone shopping at the hardware store.
“Hello, Sally. Missing me already?” Rachel greeted her.
“Rachel, we need to talk,” she started but stopped at the odd noise on the line. “What’s that wet slurping noise?” continued.
“Oh, well you know I said yesterday I needed to pull and I’d be fucking all weekend,” Rachel answered. “Well, I did. He’s called Matt and he’s lovely. I was just sucking him off when you called. I saw it was you and didn’t think you’d mind if I kept him warm while you talked.”