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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 7: ALL IN A
DAY'S WORK

   Despite the lack of sleep, Cori awoke feeling rested and excited about
her second day of work.  She was anxious to wear her new business suit and
hopefully start fresh with her new co-workers.  She wore one of her new
bras and some regular cotton panties.  She had a cream-colored button-down
blouse that was actually the right size and had all the buttons.  Her black
skirt came almost to her knees and her black blazer was sharp and fit just
right.  She wore dark nylons and simple 2-inch black heels.  Everything was
the right size, nothing was skimpy or revealing.  She even wore light pink
lipstick instead of her frequent candy red look and let her hair down
instead of the usual perky pony tail.  She looked in the mirror, feeling
grown up, mature - like the real woman she knew she was.

   Cori liked what she saw, but she found it odd that these clothes didn't
feel more comfortable.  They felt loose and baggy, though she knew they
weren't.  Her bra felt constricting, even though she knew it was a perfect
fit.  Her panties didn't even feel right - something was missing.  What was
it?  Oh, she realized, laughing at herself.  She had grown so accustomed to
thongs and g-strings that the absence of anything splitting her ass cheeks
actually made her feel nude - like when she wore skirts with no panties -
even though she knew she hadn't been so fully dressed in years.  Her shoes
felt utterly flat and she caught herself taking odd strides until she got
accustomed to the sensible foot wear.

   She didn't realize how accustomed to dressing in revealing and sexy
attire she had become.  She wasn't comfortable in these new clothes, but
she knew that she should be and would be over time.  This, she told
herself, was her new look - at least from 8 to 5.  And after a few
semesters of school, it would be her permanent look.  This was just the
beginning of the transformation.

   "What do you think?" Cori asked Ty, spinning around for him as she
walked into the kitchen to grab a banana and some juice.

   "Wow," Ty said, nodding.  "You look very nice.  Very sharp. 
Professional.  My oh my, Cori the executive.  I can actually see it
happening.  You look the part."

   "Thanks," Cori beamed.  She had feared Ty would tease her for her
conservative look, but he was being so supportive.  He was a great guy. 
Wild and crazy and demanding in bed, yes, but also as kind and gentle and
honest and loyal as anyone she had ever met.  She knew she'd never marry
him, but he'd be a lifelong friend.

   Ty drove her to work and promised to pick up the rest of her new clothes
at noon.  Harris was supposed to pick her up from work that afternoon.

   Cori walked into the building, proudly presenting her badge as she
scanned in and said hi to the security guard, who nodded a greeting.  She
got on the elevator with two other businesswomen and two men in suits.  For
once, she felt like she belonged.  She looked like them.  No one did a
double-take at some inappropriate clothing or questioned her right to be
there.  No wonder they called these power suits, she thought.  She felt
powerful and confident.

   That feeling didn't change a bit when Greg met her at the elevator and
asked the question by simply raising his eyebrows.  "You were right," she
laughed.  "You win."

   "Told ya," Greg smirked.  "Well, don't worry, even when Mrs.  Benson is
gone, Ted's usually here.  I don't think you'll have to pay up any time
soon."

   "I hope not," Cori laughed.

   The day started with a staff meeting conducted by Ted and Barry, who
received updates from everyone on their projects and assigned some new
tasks for the staff.  Just before the meeting ended, Ted said, "Oh, and I
should let you know, Mrs.  Benson and I will be at a convention all next
week.  Barry will be in charge while we're gone."

   Warning bells went off in Cori's head and when she saw Greg's eyes light
up, she knew there might be trouble.  Well, surely after she showed them
how serious she was the rest of this week, they'd drop it.  Plus, Barry
would still be there.  He probably wouldn't go for it, either.  And, if
worse came to worse, she could certainly go without a bra and still be
relatively concealed by her right-size blouses and blazers.  She pushed the
worry out of her head.

   And the rest of the week went by that way.  She began to fall into a
routine, getting up, going to work, coming home, fucking Harris as soon as
they got home and then again when they went to bed.  Poor Ty got nothing
the rest of the week and Cori knew he was growing antsy.  She was getting
along well with everyone at work and there had been no more run-ins, no
embarrassments, no mention of the bet.  She assumed they had decided to
drop it and that nothing would happen next week.  Yep, these guys were
professionals.  They liked to goof around a little, but they wouldn't take
a risk of sexual harassment.  Plus, she could tell they respected her work,
which was quick, efficient and creative.

   Cori was growing comfortable with the routine, the job, even her
business clothes.  Harris kept things interesting at home with different
outfits, the occasional bondage play, etc., but true to his commitment to
discretion, he never did anything publicly.  The couple of times they ate
out, she wore her business clothes and they looked like colleagues having a
dinner meeting.

   Harris even agreed to let her go out with her co-workers for happy hour
Friday night.  Greg, Barry, Wes, Jason and Douglas were all there.  Greg,
Douglas and Jason were all joined by their girlfriends.  Cori learned that
Barry's fiancée was studying abroad for a semester and that Wes had no
current girlfriend.  Cori felt a little sorry for him.  He was quieter than
the others, seemed to have less confidence.  But he was sweet and always
smiling.  He had the best sense of humor - a dry wit said in a low voice
that made his jokes easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.  Cori had
grown quite fond of him and all her co-workers very quickly.  She liked the
girlfriends and was pleased they liked her too.  Usually, other girls felt
threatened by her, but these women, who were all quite attractive
themselves, didn't treat Cori that way at all.  She realized it was
probably a combination of factors: 1) they were comfortable with their own
appearance, 2) they trusted their mature boyfriends and 3) Cori's
appearance hinted at nothing other than her being a professional colleague.
It was nice to be accepted as an equal, not looked at as a threat or a sex
object.

   Wes gave her a lift home and Harris greeted her at the door with a
naughty nurse's outfit she was to wear the rest of the night while she gave
him a very thorough physical.  By the next morning, she had given him a
clean bill of health and two blowjobs.  She noticed that Ty had stayed away
most of the night, keeping to himself in the basement, and worried that he
was getting frustrated by the lack of attention from her lately.  She felt
bad, but they had all agreed on this deal.  Harris had first dibs all the
time and Ty had to wait for his opportunities.  Harris had more than held
up his end of the deal for both of them so far, so the least Cori and Ty
could do was follow suit.

   She was surprised, then, when she saw Ty Saturday afternoon.  He was
beaming, happy.  She felt a pang of disappointment, wanting him to be
depressed about not having her.  How vain can you be, she chastised
herself. You're not that special.  Be happy that he's happy and let it be.

   "How's it going?" Harris asked Ty.

   "Good, almost done," Ty said.

   "What's almost done?" Cori asked.

   "Club Cori," Ty said.  "It was Harris' idea.  And a good one.  The
basement is now our own personal strip club and you're our own personal
stripper.  Tonight's the grand opening."

   "Really," Cori nodded, grinning.  They had fooled her, but it sounded
fun.  "All right.  Guess I better work on my tap dance, huh?"

   "Nothing but pole dancing," Ty laughed at her joke.  "And I'm pretty
sure you don't need any practice."

   "Can I see it?" Cori asked.

   "Sure," Harris said.  "Let's take a look."

   They went downstairs and saw that Ty had totally transformed the
basement.  Sound buffering boards were in place on the walls.  A large
platform with a pole and plenty of room to move around were in one corner
of the room, two couches and small round tables sitting next to the stage.
The room was dark with neon lights.  Speakers hung from the wall and, with
a couple of flips of the switches, disco lights flashed, music thumped and
a "Club Cori" lit up above the bar.  It looked and felt like a mini strip
club, all right.

   "You've done a great job," Harris said, shaking Ty's hand.  "Perfect."

   "Wow," Cori agreed.  "This is amazing.  I can't believe you did all this
without me knowing."

   "Well, you haven't gotten off your back or your knees for the past 24
hours, so it wasn't exactly tough to keep you distracted," Ty laughed.

   "So, is this one of those clubs that you can only go topless in," Cori
said dryly, knowing that wouldn't be the case.

   "This is more of a full-service club," Harris said.  "Topless,
bottomless.  Oil shows.  Lotion shows.  Toys.  It's all fair game.  And
yes, you can fuck the customers."

   "Can and will," Ty said, subconsciously licking his lips.  Almost a week
had gone by.  Cori knew she was in for a major reaming by Ty.  And, from
the sound of things, it would be coming her way tonight.

   They all went their separate ways during the afternoon.  Harris had to
go to the office to catch up on some work, Ty wanted to put some finishing
touches on Club Cori and Cori wanted to get in a good workout at health
club where Harris had given her a membership.  Fucking so frequently
certainly helped keep her in shape, but Cori also tried to get in workout
whenever she could.  It helped her maintain her endurance and flexibility
and gave her the hard-bodied tone and firmness that she knew attracted
guys, but more importantly was an indicator of her good health.

   The evening was hardly wholesome family fare, but it was relatively low
key and cozy and comfortable.  Cori performed for them in a variety of
outfits and in between dances would come over and sit between Ty and
Harris, sipping drinks while they fondled her or she stroked their cocks.
She danced on and off for over two hours, both men gaining and losing
erections at various times.  But she noticed that Ty's now had remained
firm for over 20 minutes.  He was beyond ready.  She was just finished
climbing all the way up the pole and sliding slowly down when he approached
the stage, grabbed her wrist and half-pulled, half-dragged her to one of
the couches.  He lay back on the couch and motioned toward his cock.

   "How do you want me?" she asked.

   "You choose," Ty grinned.

   Cori straddled him, taking his monstrous cock into her steaming pussy.
Her clothes - a naughty cowgirl outfit with ass-less chaps -- lay on the
stage and she wore only shiny cowboy boots and a fine layer of baby oil
that made her body glisten in the flashing lights.  "Cowgirls like to ride
their studs bareback," she grinned.

   Harris watched his prized coed riding up and down, performing the same
incredible moves that he himself had experienced in the past week.  He knew
what Ty was feeling - that velvety tight pussy, all wet and hot, squeezing
around the shaft of his cock, that moist cunt wetly kissing the head of his
cock, her pussy lips grinding against his balls.  His cock twitched, fully
erect.  He had thought he'd wait for them to finish, but the idea of seeing
her take two cocks was intriguing.

   "Ty, mind if I join you?" he stood at the end of the couch, holding his
cock.  Ty took the cue and positioned himself behind Cori, taking her doggy
style, Cori's mouth now just inches from Harris' cock.

   "Be my guest," Ty grinned.  "I'm going to be working this for a while,
so no need to wait when there's a perfectly good mouth ready to be used."

   Harris plunged his cock into her mouth, not moving, letting Ty's thrusts
provide all the motion needed as Cori rocked back and forth, letting his
cock slide in and out of her mouth, her tongue never losing contact.

   Ty pulled out and spread her ass cheeks.  "Fucked her ass yet?" he asked
Harris.

   "Oh yeah," Harris said.  "Fantastic.  Try not to stretch her out too
much."

   "No worries there," Ty said.  "I've tapped this ass so many times I lost
count and it's tight now as it ever was.  She's a freak of nature, I tell
you.  Hard, tight and wet 24/7."

   Ty sunk his cock, wet with pussy juice, into her ass and soon resumed
his firm, steady rhythm.  Cori noticed that he was being a little less
aggressive and verbal than usual.  Odd.  Maybe he didn't want to overdue it
Harris there.  His actions could scare the guy, make him not trust Ty with
her.  Interesting, Cori had always assumed Ty had no control when it got to
this point, but if tonight was any indication, that wasn't necessarily
true.

   Harris, too, seemed to be taking his time, both men showing remarkable
control and patience.  They seemed to be focused more on enjoying the ride
this time than reaching the end and Cori's firm body was certainly ready,
willing and able to accommodate whatever they wanted from her.

   "Damn, I almost forgot to tip her," Ty said.  Fucking her hands-free, he
picked up a dollar bill from the table and held it up.  "Now, where am I
going to put this?" Smiling, he rolled the bill tightly and pulled out of
her long enough to kneel down and spread her pussy lips.  He put the end of
the bill inside her pussy and gently pushed until the whole roll was inside
her.

   "Me too," Harris laughed, handing Ty another bill.  "Give her this one
for me."

   Ty rolled the other bill and placed it inside her alongside the other
bill.

   "Nice little pursey - I mean purse - you've got there," Ty laughed.  "A
little pussy purse.  I like that."

   Cori would have laughed too, but her mouth was full and a second later
her ass was again too.  But the thought of a pussy purse stayed with her.
She didn't know why, but the little money-making marketer in her had a lewd
idea.  Then, she felt Harris' cum hitting the back of her throat and she
lost her train of thought.  She swallowed his load, then took Ty's as he
pulled his cock straight out of her ass and pushed it down her throat.  Her
belly filled with two loads of cum, which, she mused, was probably the main
staple in her diet.  There had been a time when taking a cock straight from
her ass into her mouth had revolted her, but much like giving rim jobs or
having lesbian sex or anal sex, bondage or sex in public, Cori had overcome
her reservations through time and practice.  She excused herself for a
brief break to run upstairs and clean up and get another outfit.  Before
she peed, she took the dollar bills out of her snatch.  They were wet and
she laid them on the dresser to dry.

   They spent the rest of the night and most of the day Sunday in Club
Cori, sleeping off and on, the music never stopping, the sex never ending,
just taking occasional breaks for rest and food.  They watched pornos on
the big wall-mounted flat screen TV to while they re-charged.  She lost
track of how many times they fucked her.  They double-teamed her two more
times and took individual turns several others.

   She kept dancing for them, recycling sexy outfits, dumping baby oil and
bright white lotion on herself, fucking herself on stage with dildos and
vibrators until she came.  It was 24 hours of pure ecstasy and naughty
adult fun.  Oddly, it ended with Cori getting a rare night of sleeping by
herself.  Harris went home to rest before an early morning meeting and Ty
was totally spent, collapsing on one of the couches in the basement.

   That's where Cori found him the next morning, waking him up just in time
for him to take her to work.  She was already dressed and ready to go.  Ty
took her to work, then went off to his first day on the job.  Either Harris
or Ty would pick her up later.

   Cori remembered that Mrs.  Benson and Ted were both going to be out of
the office all week.  She really didn't think there would be any problems,
though.  After spending time with the guys last week and even meeting some
of their girlfriends, she felt she could trust them and things would be
like normal today.

   The morning went fine, but Cori sensed something was up.  The guys were
friendly to her as usual, but there were a few more whispers and awkward
grins than she was used to.  She found it funny.  They probably wanted her
to pay up on the no bra bet and were afraid to ask for fear of getting
slapped with some sexual harassment suit.  While she didn't want to pay up,
if it would help them relax and stop being so goofy, she would be happy to
do it.  Give them a little cleavage and nipple show, then get back to work.
No harm, no foul.  She decided to address it during lunch.

   They were sitting around the lunch table when she noticed Jason and Greg
snickering again.  Time to get it out on the table.

   "What's so funny?" Cori asked.  "You guys have been acting goofy all
day. Is this about the bet?"

   "Sorta," Greg laughed.  "Barry's got a problem and we told him you could
help.  We told him about the bet, but don't worry, he's cool.  He just
needs your help and he's afraid to ask.  We've been making fun of him all
morning."

   "What does he need?" Cori asked.

   Just then, Barry came into the room carrying a bag from a fast food
restaurant.

   "I hear you need me to do something," Cori said.  "Whatever it is, I'll
be happy to help if I can."

   "Well," Barry said, looking around the room and realizing he had been
told upon.  "As you know, I'm getting married in January when my fiancée
gets back from studying abroad.  I'm getting her a nice gift, of course,
but I also wanted to have some fun and was looking at some lingerie.  She's
an attractive girl like you and I, well, I was hoping you might model a
couple pieces for me so I could decide what would look best.  I know it's
totally unprofessional and inappropriate, but when I was telling the guys
about my dilemma of what to buy, they told me about the bet and that you
might be willing to model for us as a way to pay off the bet."

   "I see," Cori said.  "Well, I thank you for not just assuming that I
would be OK with this.  That means a lot.  I hope you realize I'm serious
about this job."

   "I do," Barry said.

   "I also think it's funny and sweet that you want to get your fiancée
lingerie for your honeymoon.  I would be happy to help.  What is it?  You
don't know what you like?"

   "That, and I'm not sure what will look best on her and I want it to be
something she'll be OK with, you know?  Sexy, but not too uncomfortable or
slutty.  I really need a woman's perspective."

   "Do you want me to go to a store with you tonight?"

   "Actually, a friend works at a store here in town and let me bring some
samples in.  I hear you're a 38D and my fiancée is only a 34B, so I'm sure
nothing will fit you right.  But if you'd be willing to help me pick
something out, I'd appreciate it.  Normally, we could just do it privately,
but since you apparently owe these guys something, they said they'd settle
for a lingerie fashion show as payment."

   "Hmm," Cori grinned, "I bet they would.  OK.  Can we lock that front
door or something so no one comes in unannounced?  I'll do it, but I don't
want the whole world seeing or anyone taking pictures or anything."

   "Fair enough," Barry spoke for everyone.  "The clothes are in my office.
You can change in there and we'll be waiting for you.  I'd like to get your
thoughts on each garment.  I think there are five in all."

   Cori didn't feel the list bit nervous about this.  She was in control.
She had made her own decision, no one had forced her.  They had given her
every reason to trust them and she felt this was a good way to show she was
a good sport and a good friend.  Being uptight about it wouldn't help and
they had given her no reason to be.

   The first outfit was classic: black thigh-highs with garters, black silk
panties and a black bustier.  Since the bustier was made for a less-busty
woman, Cori had a hard time keeping her tits inside and had to settle for
concealing her nipples while allowing ample amounts of cleavage to spill
into view.  She walked out into the big open room to find the guys had
formed a mini runway with their chairs.  Playing along, she went into
fashion model mode, complete with the blank stare, hands on the hips and
exaggerated walk, stepping high, one foot directly in front of the other.
She walked past them, looked over her shoulder to see them all looking at
her ass, then turned and walked back, laughing at herself and how
ridiculous she felt.  She didn't know how fashion models could be so
serious when they looked so silly.

   "Well?" Barry asked.

   "This is nice," Cori said.  "It's classic and sexy and very feminine. 
The downsides are that the bustier isn't all that comfortable nor does it
come off easily.  Plus, if she has a flat tummy, this kind of hides it."

   She returned to the room to more whistles and cheers and came back out
in a sheer white nighty with a matching white g-string.  Nipples, ass and
pussy were all on display with this one and she was a little self-conscious
in front of her co-workers, but decided the show must go on.  If she didn't
make a deal out of it, chances were they wouldn't either.

   "I like that one a lot," Wes said softly.

   "Me too," Barry said.  "What do you think, Cori?"

   "Very sexy," she admitted.  "It's comfortable and you have easy access
to everything.  The only downside is that many men find that something like
this doesn't leave enough to the imagination.  But that's a personal
preference for you.  Does your fiancée wear thongs?  If not, she might not
feel comfortable with this."

   "Not very often," Barry admitted.

   Next was a pink lace body suit that fit snugly around her neck and arms
and tucked in between her legs, similar in design to a one-piece bathing
suit.

   "I'm not crazy about this one," Cori admitted.  "It looks cute, but even
with the crotch snaps, it's time-consuming to get all the way off if you
want to get to her tits.  It also tends to push the tits down and make them
look smaller."

   "I agree," Barry said.  "This is my least favorite so far."

   The second-to-last outfit was a light yellow camisole with matching
yellow panties.

   "This one is pretty basic too," Cori said.  "It's nice, but I don't
think it's the sexy surprise you're looking for.

   The last outfit was an all white catsuit, made of a soft semi-sheer
material that clung to every curve and bump on her body.

   "The only downside to this is access," Cori said.

   "What about the little flap over the pussy?" Barry said.

   "Yeah, it's there," Cori said.  "But if you get a little aggressive, it
can rip easily and then you've ruined a very expensive outfit.  Also,
there's no access to the tits or ass.  Sure, you can see them very well and
feel them through the material, but as a woman, it's nice to have that
skin-on-skin feel, ya know?"

   "Yep," Barry said.  "I get it.  I think I'm going to go with the sheer
white nighty and g-string.  Thanks for doing this, Cori."

   "You know," Greg chimed in, "I don't think we're expecting any clients
this afternoon.  You could just keep that catsuit on the rest of the day."

   "Thanks," Cori laughed.  "But I think I should dress a little more
appropriately, don't you?"

   "With that body," Jason said, "nothing is more appropriate than that
catsuit."

   "Well, thank you, I guess," Cori said.  "But still, I think I should
change."

   "I don't," Barry said.

   "OK," Cori laughed.  "We'll just play dress up all afternoon." She
started toward the office to change, assuming she had successfully played
it off, but Barry's voice stopped her.

   "Really, Cori, I don't think you should change," he said.  "You look
amazing and, frankly, this office could use a little spicing up.  Just a
few hours won't hurt anything, will it?"

   "Well, I," Cori wasn't sure what to say.  She didn't want to go against
Barry, who was in charge, or appear to be anything but a good sport and
team player.  Still, this request was certainly unprofessional and not at
all befitting the image she was trying to build.  "I have work to do and I
think I should wear proper business attire.  I think if I keep this on I'll
distract you and none of us will get any work done."

   "Oh, we're all pros here," Barry said.  "We can handle it, I think."

   "What if I say no?" Cori said, not challenging yet, just testing.

   "I don't know," Greg chimed in.  "You seem pretty interested in keeping
things in house.  But I know Douglas has a picture of you in your thong. 
I'm assuming you wouldn't want that to be circulated to Mrs.  Benson and
Ted, our clients, the university."

   Cori turned to face them.  "OK, I get it," she said.  She saw instantly
where this was going.  Blackmail to get her to wear that damn catsuit. 
Well, if they wanted to play that game, she was at least going to do her
best to make the rules.  "I see what you're planning to do and I get it. 
Yes, it's important to me to keep those pictures private.  You know that
and I'm going to have to pay a price to keep it that way.  But just wearing
this catsuit today won't be enough, will it?  You'll want something else
tomorrow.  So, here's what we're going to do right now.  We're going to
figure out a set of rules we can live with.  You want me to dress sexy for
you, right?"

   "Right."

   "OK, I'm very disappointed.  I didn't want this job to go this way.  I
was hoping you guys were different, but I overestimated you.  Fine.  My
fault.  I'll dress sexy for you, but I get to decide what to wear and it's
all confined to this office and this week.  If I find out you've sent
pictures to your friends or posted anything on the internet, deal's off."

   "I think we can live with that," Barry said.

   "Why don't you just wear one of those outfits every day this week?"
Jason suggested.

   "I'll decide what to wear," Cori said.

   "Wait, we get to decide," Greg said.  "You're dressing for us."

   "You'll have to trust me," Cori said.  "I guarantee you'll like what I
wear."

   "And if I don't?"

   "You can take all the pictures you want," Cori said.  "Give me 15
minutes every morning and if you don't each have a hard-on by then, I
lose."

   "Sounds like an offer we can't refuse," Barry said.

   Here we go again, Cori thought.  Well, at least this was a sex-free deal
so far.  She was getting as much cock as she needed from Harris and Ty. 
She didn't need five more guys stuffing her at work.  She'd flash some T&A
for a week and hopefully this would be over.

   "Douglas," Barry said, "cancel all of our appointments for this week. 
We want no guests, no meetings.  And tell the security guy to alert us
before allowing any deliveries.  If anyone asks why, tell them we're doing
some inventory and filing updates and are shutting down normal operations
as much as possible for the week.  Now, we've still got work to do,
gentlemen, but I think it's only fair to Cori to make sure that we keep
this all in-house."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "Also, remember that I'll have to wear normal
clothes when I come in and leave, so I'll change when I get here."

   Sex hadn't been brought up yet and Cori decided to leave it that way. 
Sure, they would have those thoughts, but they had fiancées and
girlfriends. Maybe they were actually going to be content with just looking
and playing around.  She'd address that if and when someone broached the
subject.  Until then, she'd assume they understood it wasn't an option. 
Maybe she could compromise by offering handjobs if things got too crazy.

   Not surprisingly, Cori was in much demand the rest of the afternoon. 
She had lots of filing to do - all of it on the top drawer of a large
filing cabinet that she could only reach by using a step ladder.  She knew
they were watching her ass the whole time.  The catsuit fit so snugly, too,
that she had a blatant cameltoe, which no doubt they were noticing.  She
returned to her desk to find that her computer wasn't working.  She had to
crawl under her desk to plug it back in and by the time she stood back up,
five hard cocks were bulging through those khakis and dress slacks.

   At the end of the day, Barry called her over to a light table to show
her some designs.  He wanted her input - and more.  As she bent over to
look, he reached between her legs and let his fingers trace the outline of
her camel toe.  He pushed in gently, testing the softness of her pussy
lips, then trailed his finger between the lips, barely pushing the catsuit
inside her outer lips and scraping across her clit.  Cori had to admit he
had a nice touch, but she didn't respond.

   "I like the third one," she said, referring to the designs he presented.
"It's very colorful and eye-catching." She purposely did not respond to his
touch because she wanted to let him know it was OK without saying so.  If
she said, "Oh, that feels so good," he'd want more and if she said, "Hey,
stop it," that would bring the issue to the fore.  This was an unspoken
message that he could look and touch but she wasn't going to encourage
anything more.  It was an, "OK, but don't push your luck" message and Barry
seemed to receive it.

   She changed back into her regular clothes and headed home, happy to see
Ty waiting for her in the truck.  She hoped he didn't want to go
off-roading again.  She needed time to think.  She thought about telling
him what was going on, but Ty was the type to take action.  He wouldn't
just let it go.  And if he didn't, she might lose her job and if she lost
her job, things could get really messy.  Harris could get spooked about
being caught and send her packing.  No, it was just four more days.  She
could do this, keep it quiet and then get back to the plan.  Everything had
worked so well last week, she just wanted it to go back to that.  When Ted
and Mrs.  Benson returned, she was sure it would and she could get into her
routine.

   After she got home and Harris fucked her in the pool, Cori was granted
time to go workout.  She ran for 45 minutes on the treadmill, mapping out
her strategy for the week.  By the time she was done, she knew what she was
going to wear, how she was going to present it and even how she would
combat a demand for sexual favors.  She decided first and foremost to set
the tone by following the basic business tenants of underpromising and
overdelivering.  Since she was picking out the clothes, they wouldn't
expect too much.  She'd catch them off guard by giving them her sexiest
stuff.  That would put them on their heels and put her in control of the
situation.  Second, she'd tease them as much as she could.  She wouldn't
wait for them to find excuses to have her bend over or whatever.  She'd
create them herself - the best defense was a good offense.  Their ideas
might be too wild, too aggressive.  If she implemented her own first, that
took the pressure off.

   She even had a couple of ideas for how to incorporate her new look into
the office setting.  Make it fun, a game.  She'd show them she was going
along with it, having fun and they would be more apt to respect her request
for secrecy.  Don't give them anything to complain about, she thought.  Hit
them with something new each morning to think about so by the time they're
over it, the day's almost over.

   Finally, if it did come down to a fuck or else situation, she would
first offer the handjobs and second find a way to videotape them or take
their picture and them blackmail them against their girlfriends.  It was a
last resort, but she'd been blackmailed enough times to know it could work.


   Later that night, she gave Harris a world-class blowjob in bed with her
hands cuffed behind her back, then fell asleep with the taste of cum on her
tongue and thoughts of exactly how she could pull this off without anyone
knowing about her crazy week at Benson Sports Marketing.

   The next morning, while Harris was in the shower, Cori stuffed the
professional work bag that Ms.  Chloe had given her with her outfit for the
day.  She then got dressed in one of her nice new suits.

   "What's in the bag?" Harris asked in the car.

   "Nothing," Cori laughed.  "It's just for show right now.  But maybe
someday I'll have some important papers or need it for a meeting.  I just
like it and thought I'd start carrying it."

   "Looks nice," Harris said.  "Have a good day.  I'll be here to pick you
up."

   As soon as she got in the office, Cori was greeted by the guys.  They
were all there and looked disappointed by her appearance.  "I told you I
would have to wear regular clothes in and out of here," Cori reminded them.
"Give me five minutes and see if you're still disappointed."

   Cori should have been angry or disappointed that her professional career
had already turned to this, but she really didn't feel that way.  She was
kind of looking forward to it.  Dressing up, teasing, watching guys ooh and
ahh - well, it was fun.  It was also fun being the one in control, calling
the shots, dictating the action.  At least she hoped that's how it would
go.

   Her plan for today was to try to shock them a little bit.  Underpromise,
overdeliver, she reminded herself.  Make it a game.  Make it fun.  She
changed from her gray and white business suit into ... a gray and white
business suit.  At first glance, the guys would be disappointed, but that
was her plan.  Then the show would begin, the jaws would drop and they'd be
putty in her hands for the rest of the day.

   The suit she put on consisted of a white button down blouse, only this
was a very small blouse with just one very small button.  Under her gray
jacket - the same one she had worn in that morning - it would look like a
normal blouse.  But take the jacket off and they would see that she was
wearing nipple rings, no bra and that her shirt was better suited for a
Barbie doll than a grown woman.  The one button was at the bottom of the
blouse, about halfway between the bottom of her breasts and her navel.  Her
belly button ring was clearly visible, as was the top of her black thong,
which stuck out above the back of her skirt.  Her skirt was less than half
the length of her original, just reaching the tops of her thighs and the
bottom of her ass cheeks.  It was tight and clung to her curves and would
ride up over her ass with the slightest bend or twist.  Anyone behind her
might see her barely covered pussy mound and might even notice that she was
wearing a ring in her clit.  She wasn't sure if she'd put it to use today
or not, but she had a plan for that ring and the others, depending on how
things went.

   Her black thigh-high stockings didn't come close to reaching the bottom
of her skirt and her 6-inch black stilettos made her legs look like they
went on for days.  She put on a pair of fake reading glasses with thick
dark rims and put her hair in a ponytail.  She added her usual candy-red
lipstick and prepared to make her entrance.  They would like the heels and
short skirt right off the bat, she knew, but they would disappointed with
the jacket.  Taking that off would give her the impact she was looking for
- hard-ons all around.

   She came out and the guys were all seated around the conference table.
Douglas had sent all the calls to voice mail and reminded security to alert
them of any visitors.  Anyone who got off the elevator on their floor would
be able to see Cori right now through those big glass doors and that glass
wall.

   `Nice skirt!" Barry said when she came out.  "Nice thong!" he added when
she spun around for them.

   "What's up with the jacket and blouse?" Greg complained.  "It looks like
the same thing you wore in here.  I like the skirt and heels, but come on."

   "Oh, this isn't what you wanted?" Cori teased.  "Hmm, well how about
this?" She peeled back her jacket and slid it off her arms onto the floor
in one quick, practiced move.  Instantly their vision was filled with bare
belly, cleavage and a rack on the verge of spilling out of its feeble
constraints.

   "Whoo, yeah!" Jason yelled.  "That's more like it!"

   `Check out the nipple rings," Douglas said.  "Nice touch."

   "Those are definitely some 38D's," Greg crowed.

   Wes remained silent, just staring at Cori wide-eyed and smiling.

   "Do you think this outfit is professional enough?" she asked them
teasingly.  "I wouldn't want to distract anyone when I bend over." She
dropped a pen in front of her, looked them all in the eye, then bent over
at the waist, giving them a clean look down her blouse.  She picked it up,
pretended to fumble it and tossed it behind her.  She turned around and
bent over again, feeling her skirt ride up as she gave them a view from the
rear.

   "No, that's not distracting at all," Barry deadpanned.  "I can work with
a hard-on, can't you, fellas?"

   "Damn straight," Jason said.

   "I bet she can do some good work with a hard-on, too," Greg said,
rubbing his through his khakis.

   "Now, what would Nora say if she heard you talking like that," Wes
chided.  "You poor saps with your girlfriends better look but not touch. 
Now us single guys..."

   Everyone laughed, including Wes and Cori.  Things were working
perfectly. Obviously, they liked her outfit.  They were happy and she could
spend the day bending over and teasing them.  She had brought a whole pack
of big red cherry lollipops and planned to suck on them all day.  Something
about big-titted blondes sucking on things got guys all weak in the knees
and hard in the crotch, she smiled to herself.

   With her initial mission accomplished, Cori sat at her desk and busied
herself with her work.  She knew everyone was looking at her and talking
about her as they went off to their offices to return phone calls and
emails and perform their daily tasks.  But as the morning wore on, Cori was
pulled in different directions, being asked to climb the little step ladder
to change a light bulb or retrieve a file on top of a shelf.  She was asked
to change the paper in the copy machine - the paper in the bottom drawer,
of course.  And there were more pens and papers dropped than she had ever
seen before.  None of this surprised or disappointed her, though.  She knew
what to expect when the day started.  This was what the whole week would be
like.  At least she hoped so.  Teasing and flirting would be just fine. 
The problem was, it was only noon and she knew their balls were probably
already aching for release.  As the day and week wore on, just looking and
the occasional grope wouldn't be enough.  She hoped handjobs would suffice,
but doubt crept into her mind.

   She pushed it aside, reminding herself that this was her show.  She was
in control.  Keep them off balance.  Under promise and over deliver.  That
was the way to avoid a gang bang orgy, blackmail, firing, losing her
scholarship, her career, etc.  Her life, as she saw it, rode on how she
handled this week.  That was why she reminded herself to be aggressive,
stay two steps ahead of them, offer them a little before they asked for a
lot.

   "Man, you have a great body," Jason said as they sat down for lunch. 
"How often do you work out?"

   "As much as I can," Cori said.  "I try to every day, but sometimes I run
out of time." She saw an opportunity.  Pounce before they do, she told
herself.  "In fact," she continued, "I missed my workout yesterday.  Do you
guys mind if I do a quick 15-minute set during lunch?"

   "In that outfit?" Greg grunted.  "Go right ahead."

   "Well, usually I like run on the treadmill or use the stairmaster to get
warmed up," Cori began.  "And I like to stretch, too." She put a leg up on
the counter where the microwave sat and leaned over, touching her head to
her leg.  Her tight skirt rode up over her ass to avoid ripping.  Greg
acted like he was trying to help pull it down, but really just squeezed her
ass for a few seconds before letting go.  When she put her leg down, he
reached out again and pulled her skirt down for her, smoothing it out over
her ass, caressing her firm cheeks.

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "Guess it's a little tight for this sort of
exercise.  Maybe I should just take it off." She unsnapped the front and
wriggled out of her skirt, wagging her hips too and fro, her thigh-highs
swishing together as she squeezed her knees together and let the skirt
slide down her long legs.  She stepped out of to much applause, doing her
next leg stretch wearing just the white blouse, black thong, black
thigh-highs and black heels.  Then, she climbed onto the counter, facing
away from them as she did the splits, her ass at eye level.

   Knowing they were distracted by her ass and legs and probably craning to
get a look between her legs at her pussy mound, Cori deftly ripped the
button off her blouse, then arched her back, tossing the button on the
floor at the same time, making them think that her tits had popped the
button off.

   "Oh no," she said in mock dismay, clutching her arms over her chest as
she slid off the counter and stooped over to pick up the button.  "Does
anyone know how to sew?"

   "'Fraid not," Barry said.  "It's gonna be hard for you to type like
that, you know.  Might as well drop those arms and face facts.  It's a
topless Tuesday at Benson Sports Marketing!"

   "Guess you're right," Cori nodded, letting her arms fall to her sides.
Her firm breasts didn't drop an inch, standing up proud and high on her
chest, her nipples tilted slightly toward the ceiling.  Frankly, she was
surprised it had taken this long to go topless.  She figured either the
button would give way before now or that someone would have ripped it off
or demanded a show.  They had been surprisingly passive so far, settling
for her bending and twisting and showing off for them.  Maybe they were
getting enough from their girlfriends that the look-but-don't-fuck ploy was
going to be OK with them.  Don't let up, she reminded herself.  Things
could change in a second when you were talking about horny guys.  Stay in
control, stay a step ahead.  She had done so thus far.  But it was early
afternoon and she was already down to heels, thigh highs and a thong.  She
discarded the worthless blouse, tossing it on top of her skirt.  Could
these young men all go a full afternoon in her company - nearly naked -
without making a pass?  She doubted it.  Stay on the offensive, she thought
again.

   She concluded her mini workout by doing push-ups where she let her tits
rub against the carpet and jumping jacks where her tits jiggled and bounced
invitingly for her co-workers.  Even though it was a brief workout, it was
warm in the office and she had broken into a light sweat, her dark skin
glistening, looking warm and soft and tempting.

   She wasn't going to make an effort to put her skirt and blouse back on,
but she did look for them and noted that they had disappeared.  One of the
guys had snagged them while she was exercising and hidden them somewhere.
Cori decided to play along.

   "Hmm," she said, "now where did I leave my clothes?  Oh brother, I'm
always losing stuff.  I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere.  You guys don't
mind if I just work like this the rest of the afternoon, do you?"

   Grins spread across the faces of her co-workers.  Not because they felt
they had tricked her - it was obvious she knew what was going on.  No, they
were smiling because she knew what was going on and was going along with
it, playing a naïve, dizzy blonde tease role that was maddeningly sexy.

   "Good, thank you so much for understanding," Cori smiled.  "Ooh, I'm so
thirsty.  I think I saw a bottle of water in the refrigerator." She opened
the refrigerator door and made a show of bending over, looking around in
the fridge for a bottle of water she knew wasn't there.  She kept her legs
parted slightly, making sure they had a good view not only of her ass, but
of her pussy mound as well.  She wondered if they could tell she had a ring
in her clit?  No one had mentioned it yet, so she guessed not.

   "Can't find one," she said finally, standing up and jutting out her
bottom lip in a mock pout.  "I'll just use the drinking fountain." There
was a drinking fountain in the hallway near the bathrooms.  She went to get
a drink and they all followed, watching intently as she bent over slowly,
letting the cool water splash across her full lips while the guys strained
for a look at her other lips.

   "OK, what's on the agenda for the afternoon?" Cori asked.

   "Well, you know, Friday is Halloween," Barry said.

   "That's right," Cori said.  "I love Halloween."

   "We do too," Barry said.  "Every year we have a party.  Usually, it's at
someone's house, but I was thinking this year it might be better to have an
employee party all day Friday.  You know, dress up, play games, eat lots of
sweet things."

   "Sounds like fun," Cori said.

   "Well, we'll need to decorate," Barry said.  "We have some decorations
in the closet, I think.  If you can find them, maybe you could decorate the
office this afternoon.  You know, kind of put us in the spirit for Friday."

   "Sure!" Cori said.  "I love to decorate."

   They all helped Cori find the decorations and carry two big boxes out to
her desk.  Then, the guys all went back to work - to the extent that their
eyes and hard-ons and imaginations would allow.  Every one of them was
thinking the same thing and spent as much time stealing glances at Cori as
they did completing paperwork or working on their computers.  And Cori made
it all worth their while.  She used the step stool to pin crepe paper
streamers along the top of the walls all the way around the office, her
long legs and high heels serving her well as she stretched to reach as high
as she could.

   She set out bowls that looked like pumpkins that they could fill with
candy and she took a life-size cardboard cutout of Michael Jordan that was
proudly displayed in Barry's office and wrapped it in toilet paper, making
it look like a giant mummy.  She wondered what she should dress up as
herself.  Something pretty damn sexy, of course.  She had set the bar high
today.  By Friday, they would be expecting a lot.  She thought about the
usuals - schoolgirl, cheerleader, naughty nurse, hooker, French maid -
there was no shortage of sexy options.  She'd figure out which to go with
by Friday.

   She put plastic spiders and snakes and bugs and skeletons and rats all
around the office, making a point to visit each of their desks and decorate
them individually.  The guys seemed to appreciate the special attention. 
Both Barry and Jason squeezed her ass, Douglas tweaked a nipple and Jason
touched her thigh.  Only Wes refrained from taking advantage of the close
encounter to cop a feel.  They were definitely getting more comfortable
with her and feeling safe about touching her.  That was good, for the most
part, Cori thought.  She wanted them to be comfortable with her like this,
but not too comfortable.  There was a very thin line - and piece of fabric
- between a pinch of the ass and a finger in the pussy.  How long she could
maintain that balance remained to be seen.

   Staying a step ahead, she put away the boxes of decorations and excused
herself to the restroom, making a quick stop at her desk to grab a key
item. When she came back out, she made a beeline for Barry's office,
carrying a form she had filled out with bogus information.

   "I need you sign this," she told him, handing him the paper.  "Oh, and
here's a pen if you need it."

   It was when he reached for the pen that Barry saw what Cori had done. 
She had attached a pen on a chain to the nipple ring in her left breast. 
It was just like a pen at the bank, only instead of mounted to a marble
table, it was connected to a firm, round, 38D breast.

   "Mighty fine piece of office equipment," Barry grinned, grabbing the pen
and watching Cori's nipple extend toward him.  She bent over just enough to
allow him to touch the pen to the paper, but not enough to allow any slack
in the chain.

   "It's so hard to find a pen when you need one," Cori chirped.  "It just
seemed like a good way to keep one handy."

   "I like the way you think," Barry said, signing the document.  Then he
grabbed a blank sheet of paper and made big circles on the page, watching
Cori's nipple twist and stretch and her breast jiggle and bounce.

   "Oh, I think Douglas needs to initial this for me," Barry said, handing
the bogus document back to Cori.  "Here's a reminder in case you forget by
the time you get to his desk." He scribbled a note on a sticky note and
slapped it on her ass.  "Just show him that note and he'll know what to
do."

   "Yes, sir," Cori said, walking briskly out of the office with a mock air
of importance, acting as if she had just been entrusted with documents
ensuring national security.  Cori was pleased with this.  Barry had bought
into her game and she thought the others would as well.  She hadn't thought
about the sticky notes, but that was a good idea.  She still had one more
nipple ring, her belly button ring and her ace in the hole - almost
literally - her clit ring.  She knew she could incorporate those in her
little game if need be to provide more distraction.  She knew they all
wanted to fuck her, but had reservations either because of their
girlfriends or their uncertainty of how she would handle it and the
possible repercussions of their job.  It was safer for them to play the
game - especially since she was initiating much of it.  So, if she could
keep them happy that way, they could go home all horny and give their
girlfriends a good banging.  That was the plan, but the line between
teasing and pleasing and all out fucking was thinner than her stockings. 
The gray area would be handjobs or allowing them to jerk off on her.  She
knew deep down it would come to that at least as some point this week, but
her plan was to make that the big end of the week payoff.  If they started
doing that today, by Friday it would be a full-on orgy.

   She approached Douglas' desk and he turned to stare at her jiggling
tits, instantly noticing the pen dangling from one nipple like a carrot in
front of horse.  Her tits stuck out so far that the pen didn't even touch
her skin, it was suspended in mid-air by that rigid nipple, the pen
swirling in little circles as she walked.

   "Barry asked me to show you this," she said, keeping a serious look on
her face as if it was a gravely important message.  She got to his desk,
turned around and half bent over, putting her hands on her knees and
sticking her ass out to him to show him the note.

   "Initial this document and make sure everyone else does as well,"
Douglas read aloud.  "P.S., Cori has a pen you can use."

   Douglas unnecessarily steadied Cori by putting one hand on her ass while
he gently peeled the sticky note off, going slowly as if it were a bandage
that would hurt if you pulled it too fast.  "Better let me see that paper,"
he said, keeping his hand on her ass while she turned and handed him the
document.  He pretended to read it over, running his hand on the inside of
her upper thigh, touching the thin piece of silky material covering her
crotch.  So close to touching her pussy lips.  So close.

   Finally, he reached for the pen and tugged on Cori's nipple as he
scribbled his name on the document.  "This needs to go to Greg next,"
Douglas said.  "Do you mind taking him this box?"

   It was a small box filled with computer labels.  Greg didn't need them,
but that didn't matter.  What mattered was that filled Cori's hands.  "Hmm,
can't hardly make you carry that box and this document," Douglas said. 
Obviously, Cori knew she could simply place the paper on top of the box, so
she knew Douglas had something else in mind.  Just go with it, she told
herself.

   Douglas looked around, seeming to look around, then said, "Aha!" He
grabbed the top of Cori's thong and pulled it out from between her ass
cheeks, also pulling up as he did so, forcing the snug thong to burrow
between her pussy lips, pressing tightly now against her clit and the ring
sticking out of it.  Douglas folded the document in half vertically and
slid it under the strap of her thong, letting it snap back against her firm
ass, pinning the paper there.  He scribbled a note on a sticky note and
started to put it on her ass like Barry had done, but stopped himself -
"might get lost with that other paper there," he said.  Then he pressed it
firmly in the middle of the triangle of her panties, making it stick to her
mound.  "Make sure he reads this," Douglas said, cupping her pussy now,
pressing the sticky note against her mound and letting his fingers touch
her now exposed lips.  He let them linger for just a moment, then withdrew
and patted her on the ass as she walked away.

   By now, Greg, Wes and Jason were all watching, aware of the pen and
sticky notes and the bogus document.  They watched her approach their
office, their cocks hard, balls roiling with cum, minds filled with naughty
thoughts.  Cori knew they were ready and waiting for her now.  She knew the
heat was turning up quickly.  Too quickly.  Their cocks had been hard off
and on all day.  She knew she had teased them to the point of desire, where
sense and reason were crushed by lust and the ache for release.  She had
felt that ache herself.  She knew its power and that it must be welling up
inside these young men.  Had she pushed too far too soon?  She had a little
doubt now, but committed to her plan.  Turn up the heat before they do, she
told herself.

   She glanced at her desk as she walked by, taking note of the items. 
Scissors, tape, rubber bands, paper clips, stapler, stress ball,
calculator. More ideas came to mind.

   "Welcome, Cori," Greg said loudly as she approached.  "What brings you
to our little office this afternoon?"

   "Just bringing this box from Douglas and this paper that seems to be
very important," Cori said, her tone serious.  She handed him the box and
then pointed to the note on her panties.  "Douglas said to make sure you
read that first."

   "Thanks," Greg said, reading the note.  He read the first part alound,
"Please sign the document and forward it to Wes." The second part, he read
silently.  "P.S.  Her pussy's getting hot.  I checked.  Turn up the heat!"

   So far Cori's plan had worked well.  She thought she was ahead of the
guys, had them off guard by staying a step ahead, overdelivering.  But she
had underestimated them.  They had been exchanging quick conversations,
internal e-mails, looks and nods, communicating, getting on the same page.
Initially, they had all assumed Cori would be nervous and shy and put on a
little show and they'd let her off the hook.  They were professionals,
after all.  They had careers, goals, girlfriends.  They had something to
lose.  But Cori had come in and been so willing, so eager to tease and
please and so amazingly comfortable with everything that they realized they
had something much more special than a hot coed intern on their hands. 
They had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

   This wasn't the girl who was going to cry rape or sexual harassment or
try to blackmail them.  She was hot, fun and theirs for the taking.  They
all agreed.  Next week, they'd go back to being mature adults, professional
and courteous, loving and loyal to their girlfriends.  Next week they'd
treat Cori the way she wanted to be treated.  Next week things would return
to normal.  Mrs.  Benson and Ted would be back and they would all act like
nothing happened.  They knew Cori would be quiet.  She was having too much
fun now.  She had as much to lose as they did - they didn't know the
details of her education, but they did know she was on some sort of
scholarship and she needed this job for credit hours.  They also knew that
Mrs.  Benson would ask them to do her evaluation for the university.  If
she wanted an "A", well, she'd have to earn it.

   Yes, this was a very unique opportunity indeed, they all agreed.  And
they agreed to take full advantage, sharing equally in the spoils.  They
sensed correctly that Cori was happy to play the game and that any lasting
inhibitions might be flung aside if they could make her as horny as she was
making them.  They weren't going to beat her or rape her or hurt her.  They
just wanted to make her want them as much as they wanted her.  They knew
once they broke that barrier and she begged for some cock, they would have
her for the rest of the week at their mercy.  And the great thing was, it
seemed like she'd probably enjoy it, even encourage it.  At the very least
she wouldn't bawl and whimper and act all shy and reserved.  They had a
bona fide hot little slut on their hands and full access was imminent if
they just played their cards right.  They just needed to take their time,
not be too aggressive or do anything to scare her off.  They were luring
her into their trap.  So far, she had entered willingly, but how she'd
react when caught in the final snare was still uncertain.  They just knew
that it was much more likely to be a positive reaction if she had a wet,
primed pussy than if not.

   Douglas had confirmed that she was "heating up." Now Wes, Greg and Jason
planned to stoke that fire.

   Cori knew nor suspected none of this.  She didn't know that by "turning
up the heat", she was playing into their hands.  She thought it was a way
to maintain control, but the reality was, she was losing it.

   She bent over slightly as Greg pulled the document out of her thong,
steadying her with one hand on her lower belly.  As he pulled the document
free, he slid his hand quickly between her legs and confirmed the heat of
her pussy.  He felt those soft, spongy lips and pictured them glistening
with her own cream as she cried out for someone to please fuck her.  It
wasn't a fantasy, it was a reality, a visualization of something he was
certain was going to happen sooner rather than later.

   Greg pulled Cori into his lap and spun his chair toward his desk.  "It
might be easier for the pen to reach this way," he said.  He had his left
arm around her waist, signing with this right hand.  He watched her nipple
twitch as he wrote and wondered if they'd both twitch like that when she
came.  Letting the pen drop, he cupped her right breast, giving it a
squeeze.

   "I see the left breast is a pen holder," he said.  "But what about this
one?"

   "Oh, well, you already have part of the idea," Cori giggled.  "The right
one is a combination stress ball and rubber band holder."

   "Stress ball, huh?" he nodded, squeezing her breast harder.  "Yeah, that
it is a stress reliever.  But where's the rubber band?"

   "I couldn't find one big enough," Cori said, fibbing because she hadn't
really looked.  "If you have one, I could show you."

   Greg reached in his desk and pulled out a long, quarter-inch wide rubber
band.  "Will this work?"

   Cori cupped her breast, holding it out to him and Greg stretched the
rubber band over the cone-shaped tit, gently letting it go as it squeezed
around the base of her breast.  The pressure seemed to make her breast
swell a bit and pushed it out even further from her body.

   "Sorta looks like a big stress ball," Greg nodded.  "Perfect.  Good
thinking, Cori." He squeezed both breasts know, leaning back in his swivel
chair, Cori sliding back against him.  She felt his hard cock rub against
her thigh and felt the moisture seeping through his pants.  Pre-cum, she
thought.  She had hoped to save the handjobs and masturbation for tomorrow,
but she was starting to think these guys weren't going to be able to wait.
She slid her hips over his cock a couple times, then slid off his lap.

   "Take this over to Wes," Greg said.  He pulled Cori's panties away from
her mound and stuffed the paper down the front of her panties, slapping her
ass as she walked ten feet across the room to Wes' desk.  The seemingly shy
guy wasted no team reaching inside her panties - far deeper than necessary
- to retrieve the document.  Even after he had it, he pulled her panties
back and looked down at her pussy.

   "Just making sure there's nothing else in there," Wes said,
matter-of-factly.  "Hmm, looks like there's a ring or something." He knew
what it was, of course, and grinned.  "Hey, did anyone lose a ring," he
yelled out so Barry and Douglas could hear him.  "If so, Cori's got it in
her panties." Moments later, Barry and Douglas had joined them in the
account reps' office, not wanting to miss the unveiling of the clit ring,
if indeed it was going to be unveiled.

   Wes finished signing the document and relieved his stress by wrapping
both hands around her stress-ball breast like a quarterback dropping back
to throw a pass.  "Take this rubber band and paper to Jason," he said.  He
took another rubber band - this one smaller than one currently wrapped
around the base of her breast - and placed it over her breast, only about
half way on so that two bands almost formed rings.  Then he stuffed the
paper roughly down inside one of her stocks, pushing her toward Jason, who
retrieved the document by simply ripping the stocking and pulling it off.
He followed suit with the other leg, leaving her now in only heels and the
black thong.

   Jason signed the paper in broad strokes that made Cori's tit bounce,
then shook the pen hard like it was running out of ink.  "Might need to get
another pen," Jason said.  "Might want to start carrying a backup - one on
each side." He grabbed the rubber band that was only part way on her breast
and slowly pulled it off, letting the rubber scrape across her nipple,
hoping she liked the way it felt.

   "Oh wait," Jason said.  "I forgot that I did lose a ring the other day.
I better make sure that's not mine." He pulled Cori to him and yanked down
her panties, pulling her into his lap while she kicked the black thong the
rest of the way off.  He lifted her off his lap and sat her on his desk,
spreading her thighs, getting a good look at the ring in question.  He
fingered it, then pulled it toward him, watching her clit follow obediently
like a dog on a leash.  It looked swollen and pink and he could smell the
sweetness of her pussy, taste the moist heat in the air.  He acted like he
was trying to put it on his finger, even though it was obviously too small.
"Nope, that's not mine," he proclaimed.  "And to paraphrase the late great
Johnny Cochran, if it don't fit, you must give it a lick."

   It was a poor attempt at a rhyme, but no one minded.  They all watched
as he bent forward and touched his tongue to the ring first, then flattened
it against her clit.  Greg moved around to the other side of the desk and
gently laid Cori down on her back.  She knew she should fight it, but it
felt too good.  She slid her hips forward so her pussy was at the edge of
the table.  She lifted her legs and Greg pulled them back over her head,
holding her by the heels while Jason lapped at her smoldering pussy.  His
tongued darted over her clit and dipped between her spongy lips.  Cori knew
from comments other guys had made and from frequently tasting her own
juices on a cock or finger or dildo traveling from her pussy to her mouth
that her pussy had a slightly sweet taste.  Jason certainly seemed to be
enjoying it.  He put the ring between his teeth and pulled gently on it,
watching her swollen little clit stretch while he rubbed his fingers all
around its moist base.

   Meanwhile, Wes joined Greg, each holding her legs over her head with one
hand and playing with her tits with the other.  Greg had the stress ball
breast in his hand, squeezing it and lightly snapping the rubber band -
just enough for a pleasurable little sting on her sensitive flesh.  Wes
clicked the pen to make sure the ball point wasn't sticking out and pushed
it into her mouth.  Cori sucked it lovingly while Wes pulled it back and
forth between her lips, imagining watching his cock do the same thing.  He
pushed his fingers inside her mouth, shoving the pen down her throat. 
"Deep throat it, babe," he said.  Knowing that the chain was secure and
would keep her from choking on the pen, Cori accepted the object down her
throat while the chain steadily pulled up her rigid nipple.

   "Hey, that ring might be mine," Barry said, nudging Jason out of the
way. He made a game of studying the ring closely, then trying it on every
finger.  With each nudge and pull he tweaked that throbbing clit, the
engorged flesh radiating heat, her pussy lips slick with cream.  "It
doesn't fit me either," Barry said, helping himself to a serving of pussy
pie, so hot now that it could have just come out of the oven.

   Cori tried to collect her thoughts, figure out a way if there was a way
to stop the gang bang that seemed so imminent now.  Or if she wanted to
stop it.  Damn, those tongues felt good.  All the teasing all day long and
the guys rubbing their hard cocks had their effect on her too.  She was so
used to being in control of her own body that she hadn't considered the
idea that she might fall victim to lust before the men did.  As another
tongue - Wes' - parted her pussy lips, it occurred to her vaguely that she
might have been outsmarted, that, like a man letting his penis think for
him, they had tricked her into giving up control by putting her pussy in
charge of her thoughts.

   Cori's scattered thoughts were interrupted when Douglas, who took Wes'
place holding one of her legs, pulled the pen out of her throat and tucked
it inside the strap from her heels around her ankle.  Now he no longer had
to hold her leg up - either she would hold it up or she'd give her nipple a
pretty good yank before that pen would pop loose.  Cori kept her leg up and
Douglas used both hands now to squeeze her breast and stroke her nipple.

   Cori was aware that she was no longer in control, that things had
changed drastically in a big hurry.  She knew all that and that in a few
minutes she'd be in a bind, trying to figure out how to approach the rest
of the week, the rest of her internship.  She'd be regretting that she had
given in so easily, failed to see this coming.  Yes, all that would happen
later.  Right now, though, Cori was in the midst of pure pleasure and she
was charging much more quickly than she expected toward a huge orgasm.  She
was aware that hands were now touching her everywhere - her ass, her tits,
her hair - urging her on.  Her legs were flailing about, inadvertently
jerking her nipple in the process.  Greg and Douglas continued to fondle
her breasts, with Greg now squeezing his fingers under the rubber band and
using it as a handle to shake her breast up and down and from side to side.

   Wes was eating her out with steady strokes of his tongue, a swirling
thumb on her clit and one hand on her ass, squeezing and pinching it as she
raised and lowered her hips and ground her pussy against his mouth.

   She heard the guys talking, but their voices sounded like they were
underwater.  They sounded distant and almost foreign as they talked about
how hot she was, how wet she was, how close she was to cumming.

   Cumming was on her mind when it suddenly all stopped.  She hadn't seen
it, but a simple hand signal from Wes had brought them all to a halt.  They
all stepped away from her.  No more tongues or hands or rubber bands - Greg
had pulled it off - teased her.  She didn't understand it.  Her foggy mind
cleared slowly and she looked around, the guys all standing around her,
trying hard not to stroke their cocks through their pants.

   "What's going on?" Cori asked.

   "Things were getting a little carried away," Barry grinned.  "If we'd
gone much longer, who knows what might have happened."

   I would have had one of the best orgasms of my life, Cori thought.  Then
you would have all fucked me and I would have gone home mad at myself and
you would have all had to explain the dopey grins on your faces to your
girlfriends.  Girlfriends.  That must be it.  Were these guys really that
loyal?  Impressive.  Very impressive, Cori thought, suddenly angry at
herself for being vain enough to think that she was irresistible.  They all
had beautiful girlfriends.  Who was she to think they couldn't resist her?

   "You're right," Cori said.  She slid off the desk and Greg handed her
the skirt that had gone missing before.  "I'm sorry, guys, I got carried
away."

   "That's OK," Jason said.  "But we do expect more from our office slut."

   "Your what?" Cori asked.

   "Office slut," Jason said matter-of-factly.  "Come on, you were ready to
bang the whole bunch of us.  Don't try to deny it.  Nothing wrong with
being an office slut.  Plenty of women have made good careers out of it. 
But if you want a positive review and good grade and a good recommendation
from us, you're going to have to do better."

   "What do you mean?" Cori asked.  Suddenly, she was very confused. 
First, she still couldn't figure out how she ended up on the desk nearing
orgasm.  Second, she couldn't figure out how it had stopped.  And third,
she couldn't figure out what they meant by doing better.  She had offered
everything she had to them just moments ago.  They could have had their way
with her.  They all knew it.  What more could they want?

   "A good office slut dresses like a slut from the moment she walks in the
door," Jason said.  "No excuses."

   "And a good slut always puts her co-workers' pleasure before her own,"
Barry said.

   "And a good office slut anticipates the needs of her co-workers before
they have to ask," Greg said.

   "And a good office slut asks permission to cum," Wes said.

   "And a good office slut never leaves the office until the job is done,"
Douglas said.

   Cori stood before them wearing only heels and her tiny skirt.  Her
breasts stuck straight out, the pen still dangling from her nipple.  She
had gone from being confident and in control to suddenly feeling stupid for
feeling like she could control this situation and ashamed for having
overestimated her ability to do so based on looks alone.  She had
underestimated them and failed herself.  She needed to do a much better
job. That's what they were telling her.  They were right.  She needed to
step it up, do it right and be a good co-worker, a good slut if that was
the role they needed her to fill.

   "I'll be a good office slut," Cori said.  "I'm sorry I let you down. 
I'm very professional and I want you to know that.  I will show you
tomorrow by being the best co-worker I can be.  I understand now what you
expect of me and I expect more of myself.  I'll be better tomorrow and I'll
earn your respect and your good recommendations."

   "That's all we can ask," Barry smiled.  He unzipped his pants and
lowered them, revealing his hard cock.  "Now, I want you to spend the rest
of the day thinking about what you need to do.  You're going to suck my
cock and it's probably not going to take very long for me to cum.  You're
going to hold my cum in your mouth while you write a job description for
yourself explaining what you think will and should be expected of you.  Be
very detailed and demand more of yourself than your co-workers do of you.
Turn it in to me by the end of the day.  If it's acceptable, I'll allow you
to swallow my cum.  Understood?"

   "Yes sir," Cori said.  She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips
around his fat mushroom head, already slick with pre-cum.  She twirled her
tongue around his head so fast it felt like there were three tongues
servicing him at once.  Slowly she slid her tongue along the base of his
cock, letting her lips follow, gradually engulfing the full length of his
rigid shaft.

   The others watched in appreciation as Barry's cock disappeared before
their eyes, devoured it seemed by this hungry, gorgeous slut who kept
surprising them at every turn.  True, the guys had joked and schemed about
how far they could go with their hot young intern, but it had never really
occurred to them that she would be this willing to participate, this mature
about the role they wanted her to play.  They had expected tears and
begging and had fully intended to back off and settle for a little skin
show.  But when she had teased them all day long and clearly enjoyed it,
well, it seemed like they had been presented with a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.  They had hastily agreed that what happened at the office
stayed at the office and that they would push Cori as far as they could. 
As they watched her on her knees, giving a fantastic blowjob, it was clear
that her limits were far beyond their wildest dreams.  The next three days
were going to be very interesting, indeed.

   Even as Cori's head bobbed back and forth on Barry's cock, it was
spinning as a result of the mind-boggling turn of events.  It had taken
only a little over a week to go from professional young intern with an eye
on a career to hot young slut with a cock in her mouth.  No matter her
plans or her confidence or her best intentions, Cori couldn't seem to
escape this life of teasing and pleasing men.  She began to wonder if she
ever would.  Maybe she wasn't as smart as she thought.  These guys had
clearly outwitted her.  Maybe she wasn't as hot as she thought.  She never
thought of herself as vain, but clearly she had been relying on her looks
to keep the men off guard, assuming they would fumble all over themselves
just to look at her and that she could intimidate them with her looks and
subtle reminders about their careers and their girlfriends.  How wrong she
had been about everything.

   All this time she had been telling herself she was a smart young girl
who would succeed ultimately because of her mind, not her body.  She had
justified her sexual activities as a means to an end, a way to succeed or
to help others or whatever.  Never had she allowed herself to think of
herself as a slut, no matter how many men had degraded her or called her a
slut or a whore or a bitch.  But now she was truly doubting herself.  Was
she a smart beautiful young woman who could dazzle with looks and impress
with smarts or was she a moderately attractive girl who men liked only
because she dressed slutty, acted sexy and dropped to her knees at a
moment's notice?  Maybe she wasn't really the prize that Ben and Ty and the
others had convinced her she was.  Maybe she was little more than a tramp
who would only go as far as her body and willingness to do anything would
take her.

   These were the thoughts filling her head as Barry's cum was filling her
mouth.  She felt confused and scared and lost.  She tried to maintain her
composure, not wanting to cry in front of them.  What was there to cry
about, anyway?  Fifteen minutes ago she had been having a blast, nearly
cumming on top of the desk, happily teasing her co-workers.

   "Bafrum?" she asked Barry, looking up at him, her speech slurred by the
mouthful of cum.  He laughed and nodded, "You can use the bathroom, just
don't swallow that yummy load."

   In the bathroom, Cori looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised
that she still liked what she saw.  She was attractive.  No, it wasn't vain
to say so.  She really was pretty.  Naturally so.  Her body and hair were
natural and she seldom wore makeup.  She splashed her face with cold water
and straightened her hair with her fingers.  But was she smart?  The guys
had outwitted her and turned the tables on her so easily.  How had she
missed it?  Where had she gone wrong?  She realized she had probably pushed
too far too fast, sent the wrong signals.  But that came from the past
couple years of her life, where teasing always led to sex.  It wasn't a
stupid mistake, just an unfortunate one.

   "You're a smart, intelligent woman," she told herself.  "You made money
makers out of the Body Shop and your step-dad's restaurant, you helped
Gerald get on his feet and make enough money to support his family, you
earned a scholarship and a dream internship.  You have what it takes.  So
what if you have to use your body to keep moving forward.  That body is
going to get you great job experience, a great recommendation and a
first-class education.  Ten years from now, when that body isn't carrying
you as much, you'll have all those other things to fall back on.  That's
when people will stop noticing your tits and start noticing your brains. 
That's when you'll make a difference.  Stop feeling sorry for yourself. 
Many women don't have the opportunities you do.  They don't have the brains
or the body.  You're not conceited, but you are blessed to have both.  So
suck it up, grow up and be the best office slut you can be.  And have fun
with it.  That was the one thing you did right today - you had fun.  Maybe
a little too much, it turns out, but you had fun.  Sex is fun.  You love
it. So stop whining and get creative and blow these guys minds.  They're
smart.  They'll know that any whore can suck cock, but you're more than
that.  You're pretty, funny, creative and good sport.  Show them that and
they'll teach you what they know about this business.  They'll fuck you,
yes, but they'll also ultimately respect you and repay you with the
experience and training you want.  You can still get what you want out of
this job, so don't give up now."

   Cori realized her pep talk had come from a clearer head.  Her mind had
been rattled by the quick turn of events, the near orgasm and the cock in
her mouth.  It had all happened so quickly.  Now, just these 10 minutes
alone to think had cleared her head and she went back into the office with
a renewed energy and focus.  She had a new plan and that gave her
confidence.  Underpromise and overdeliver was now overpromise and
overdeliver.  They now had an idea of what she was willing to do, so
surprising them and exceeding their expectations would be tough, but she
knew she could do it.  Ever-conscious of her near nudity and the swirling
glob of semen in her mouth, Cori sat down at her computer and began to
type:

   Job title: Hot Coed Intern/Office Slut Skills Required: Look hot, dress
hotter; dancing; sucking and fucking; extreme flexibility a plus.  Job
Duties: 1) Provide stress relief and improve morale of full-time staff; 2)
Accommodate all requests and demands with a pleasant and professional
attitude; 3) Anticipate needs and desires of staff members and take
initiative to fulfill them before being asked; 5) Improve physical and
mental health of staff with frequent and vigorous sex; 6) Offer creative
ideas and fulfill fantasies and fetishes of staff; 7) Utilize skills to
further the cause of the company as requested in relations with colleagues,
clients, vendors, etc.  8) Accept all cocks in any orifice with a smile; 9)
Swallow and/or wear all cum offered as desired by staff; 10) Keep office
supplies handy utilizing 38D-22-34 assets; 11) File, answer phones, make
copies, etc.  as needed.
Dress Code: General rule, if it's sexy, it works.  Less is more and
tighter is better.  General guidelines: 1) No bras ever.  2) High heels - 4
inches minimum -- at all times unless otherwise instructed.  3) Either no
underwear or thongs and g-string; 4) Skirts and shorts must be no more than
nine inches from top to bottom; 5) Belly button must always be exposed,
with catsuits being the lone exception.  6) Cleavage must be visible -
either top or bottom - at all times.  7) Staff may request specific attire

or alterations at any time.

   As Cori was typing all of this, she continually reminded herself not to
swallow the cum.  Every time she had to swallow, she pinched the wad as
best she could between her tongue and cheek, trying to keep as much of it
from sliding down her throat as she could.  She pictured the little sperm
wiggling around in her mouth, scurrying between her teeth and wondered how
many thousand of the little swimmers she had ingested in her life.  And how
many more she'd take in over the next few days.  Taking care of seven guys
now - the five at work plus Harris and Ty - was going to test even her
extensive abilities and endurance.

   She was thankful for the hard body she had been born with and had
sculpted over the years through athletics and exercise and stretching.  It
was the peak physical conditioning that would enable her to service all of
these men at a high level, for Cori was never one to lay back and be a
non-participant.  She put as much or more effort into fucking as the guy
ever did, working her entire body to enhance his pleasure and hers.

   She read over her job description and printed it out, satisfied that she
was demanding plenty of herself.  She took the paper into Barry's office
and handed it to him, smiling but keeping her mouth closed.

   Barry read it over carefully, smiling and nodding, obviously pleased
with her work.  "This is excellent work," Barry said.  "And because of your
attitude and obvious ability to handle all of these job duties, I hereby
pronounce you our official Office Slut in Training."

   Cori smiled and pointed to her mouth, eyebrows raised in question.  "Not
yet," Barry said, taking her hand and leading her into the open room they
called the Bullpen.  "Hey guys," he said, "Cori has convinced me that she
should be our office Office Slut.  She'll email you her job description. 
I'm sure you'll find it quite thorough and to your liking.  If you have
additional suggestions, please be prepared to discuss them during tomorrow
morning's staff meeting.  Now, Cori, do you still have something in your
mouth?"

   Cori nodded and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, showing the
now watery cum clinging to it.

   "Very good," Barry said.  "You may now swallow it.  Then, I think the
guys would like to offer their congratulations in the break room.  There's
only an hour left in the day, so everyone just relax and have fun until 5."

   Cori swallowed the load and was instantly pulled by Jason into the break
room.  He pushed her to her knees and sat patiently while all four men -
Barry had not joined them --- dropped their pants and stood in a circle
around her, their cocks all pointed at her in anticipation.

   "What do you think, Office Slut?" Greg teased.  "Can you handle this
workload in one hour?"

   "I don't know," Cori said with mock innocence.  "But I just can't thank
you all enough for this wonderful opportunity."

   While they chuckled, she took the cock in front of her - Jason's - and
quickly stuffed it in the side of her mouth while she reached for the two
cocks to either side - Wes' and Douglas' - and stroked them gently, not
trying for a cheap handjob, but just paying them a little bit of much
needed attention until she could give them the full attention they really
craved from her mouth.

   "Now this is what I call happy hour," Barry announced, walking into the
room carrying a 12-pack of beer.  He handed one to each of the guys and
took one for himself, sitting on a chair in the corner and watching the
action.

   "Cold beer and a hot bitch," Jason moaned, resting his beer on top of
Cori's head while she gobbled his cock.  "It just doesn't get any better.
Too bad you can't have a drink, sweets."

   Cori eased her head back and looked up at him, a devilish smile on her
face.  "Oh, that's OK.  I don't like beer much," she said.  "I'd rather do
shots."

   "What kind?" Jason asked.

   "Semen slurpers," Cori said.  "I can drink those all day!" She shifted
over and sucked on Greg's cock, listening to the guys howl and laugh in
appreciation of her joke.  Many women would have been humiliated or ashamed
to be in her position, but Cori was proud of herself.  Just a little while
ago she had been beating herself up over her failed plan, but she had
rebounded quickly and set her mind to accomplishing her goals, staying
positive and having fun.  It occurred to her that maybe it wasn't her body
- no matter what the guys thought - or her mind - no matter what she
thought - that would be the key to her success.  Maybe it was simply her
attitude.  When she remained positive, had fun and worked hard, she always
succeeded.  She simply couldn't afford to think less of herself, doubt
herself, or feel ashamed.  Those were the negative thoughts that would
reduce her truly to be nothing more than a slut or a whore.  No one could
ever push her to that level unless she allowed them to do so.

   "Semen slurpers," she laughed to herself.  Where had she thought of that
one?  If they thought that was fun, wait until they saw her pussy purse
tomorrow.  Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun week after all.

   She switched from Greg to Douglas, then to Wes, giving them each a
lengthy sample of her cock-sucking skills.  They all agreed that she was
the best they'd had, even topping their own girlfriends, who were all too
stingy about offering fellatio.

   "Come on, I bet Shelby gives some awesome head," Barry teased Douglas.
"No offense, but that girl looks like she could suck the chrome off a
trailer hitch."

   "She can," Douglas said, slamming his cock all the way down Cori's
throat, "but she hasn't done it since our third date.  We've been dating
almost a year now and all she ever wants to do is jerk me off or ride me."

   "That's OK," Greg said.  "Nora will only fuck me if I wash my cock first
- and she has to watch me do it.  Even then, she'll just lick, not suck.  I
will say she's pretty good about trying different positions, though."

   "She's got some nice tits," Jason said, complimenting Greg's girlfriend.
"Are they real?"

   "Nah," Greg said.  "Her ex paid for those while they were still dating.
Nice investment.  Speaking of nice tits, I haven't seen a pair this big
that weren't fake in a long time, have you?"

   "Not that are this firm," Jason agreed.  "These stand up so perfect,
they look fake, but they're definitely not."

   "I like the way the nipples stand out," Wes offered.  "Nothing sexier
than hard nipples.  Don't be mad, Barry, but when Casey came in that day
with the tight white sweater, well, I was checking her out.  When's she
coming back from Italy, anyway?"

   "January," Barry said.  "And you can look all you want, just don't
touch."

   "I'm glad the Office Slut doesn't follow that rule," Wes said, reaching
down and squeezing Cori's breast while she sucked Greg's cock.

   Cori noticed that the guys were all friendly and, while they had their
mild complaints about their girlfriends, spoke of them with respect and
appreciation in their voices.  She wondered if any of them would feel
guilty about fucking her on the side.  All she knew was that none of them
were married and it wasn't her place to judge or tell.  Her thoughts of
blackmailing them had disappeared long ago.  She also noticed that, while
they threw out the terms bitch and slut from time to time, there was no
malice in their voice, no hint of degradation even as they addressed her
and filled her throat with cock.  When they called her "Office Slut", it
was a casual, conversational tone.

   She was sucking on Greg's cock when a hand grabbed her by the hair and
gently but forcefully pulled her away.  She realized it was Jason as he
stuffed his cock in her mouth and let fly a massive load that told Cori he
had gone a few days without action of any kind from his girlfriend, Mia, a
stunning brunette whom Cori thought was the most attractive of their
significant others.

   Cori swallowed the creamy offering, gently kissing the head of his cock
as it slowly deflated, the last remnants of his cum trickling onto her
lips.

   "One shot down," she smiled.  "Anyone want to pour me another?"

   Greg was holding his cock around the base, trying to hold back is
orgasm. Cori realized it and crawled hurriedly to him, mouth open, catching
the first blast from a foot away before quickly engulfing his cock and
milking the rest of his load with her talented lips and tongue.

   Wes was next, the shy guy resting the head of his cock between her lips
while cum spurted out in great bursts.  It was an impressive load and Cori
wondered how many, if any, blow jobs the quiet guy had had before.  Judging
by his load, it had certainly been a while, at least.

   "I'm starting to get drunk," Cori laughed.  "But I'm not done yet.  Pour
me another, Douglas."

   She opened her mouth and Douglas held his cock about three inches above
her lips, literally letting the cum pour out of his cock and into her
mouth. She swallowed it all in great gulps, licking her lips and wiping her
mouth with the back of her hand.  "Ahh, that was good!" she beamed.

   "You're not done yet," Barry said.  She hadn't noticed that he had
removed his pants and now sat in the chair, clutching his hard-on.

   "Round two?" Greg asked.

   "Hey, Casey's been gone a while," Barry said.  "I've built up a little
inventory here.  And we all know, Office Sluts are in charge of taking
inventory."

   "That's what I do best," Cori said lustily as she crawled across the
room, knowing all eyes were surely on her ass, displayed so lewdly under
her skimpy skirt.  She approached him with hunger in her eyes, licking her
lips.  "And the second shot from any batch is always the best.  Fill me up,
bartender."

   She knelt in front of him and went down on him once more.  He was less
anxious this time and she took her time, sucking his balls, teasing his
head with her tongue, teasing his shaft with little kisses.  The others
dressed and drank a second beer while they watched the first-class, x-rated
show.

   Cori's internal clock told her it had to be close to five and wondered
about Harris in the parking lot, waiting for her.  If she wasn't down
there, would he come looking for her?  She thought about this and tried
picking up the pace, but Barry was taking his sweet time this time.  He
would pull his cock out and tap it against her lips or hold it up so she
could lick his balls some more.  There was no rushing him this time and
Cori just trusted that they wouldn't let Harris up to this floor or that
someone would call to warn them.

   What Cori didn't know was that Harold, the day shift guard, got off at 5
and that the night shift guard was running late.  No one was at the desk
when Harris walked in at 5:15.  No one stopped him from getting on the
elevator.  She didn't know that Douglas had forgotten to lock the door when
he came back from taking a FedEx package to the security desk.  She didn't
know that Harris was standing in the doorway to the breakroom, watching her
service Barry in front of all of her co-workers.

   She didn't know any of this until she heard Douglas ask, "Who are you?
How did you get in here?" And Harris responded, "I'm here to pick up Cori."

   He didn't sound angry, but Cori whirled around, panicked.  "Hey, dude,
if this is your daughter..." Barry started, hands out, pleading.

   "No, no," Harris said.  "She's my, um, assistant.  She does a lot of the
same things for me at night that she obviously does for all of you during
the day.  Please, continue.  I assure you it's all right."

   "Really?" Barry asked.

   "Really," Harris smiled.  "Don't mind if I watch, do you?"

   "Be my guest," Barry said.  Cori looked at Harris, studying his eyes for
any hint of anger or disappointment, but saw none.  Still, as she resumed
her oral work, she wondered if she had just blown it all - literally.  No
more job, no more house, no more scholarship.  Could it really all be gone?
Her thoughts were flooded and so was her mouth as Barry filled it once
more. She sucked and slurped and swallowed until he was done, then looked
up sheepishly at him.

   "Um, I better go," she said.

   "Of course," Barry said, looking sincerely sorry for the predicament she
seemed to be in.  "Listen, buddy," Barry addressed Harris again, "please
don't be mad at her.  I don't know what your deal is with her, but we'll
lay off if you want.  We like her and she's doing a good job here.  She's a
good kid, so just don't be mad, all right?"

   "I'm not mad at all," Harris said.  "Seriously, it's all OK.  She can
come back tomorrow and fuck you all day long if you want.  It's fine with
me.  Truly." Seeing they didn't believe him and that Cori was still scared,
Harris pulled up a chair.

   "Look, fellas, I'm going to lay it out to you straight because I think
we all have plenty to lose - like our jobs - and plenty to gain - sex with
her," Harris said.  "So, I'll tell you what I have going on and you can
tell me your story.  I'm sure we can find a way to share her services
without anyone getting into trouble."

   Harris proceeded to tell them all about Cori's scholarship, his role at
the university, Cori's duties to him and Ty - the whole thing.  Barry
reciprocated by outlining the deal they had made with Cori, stressing that
it had just started today.  He even showed Harris the job description Cori
had written, which he found equally funny and impressive.

   "Well, it looks like we're on all the same page," Harris said.  "So long
as no one runs their mouth or starts posting crap on the web, there's no
reason we can't all keep enjoying what we have here.  And Cori can get her
job experience and education.  Everyone wins."

   "Absolutely," Barry said.  "And besides, next week this will all be over
from our side anyway."

   "Why?" Harris asked.

   "Well, Mrs.  Benson and Ted will be back."

   "You don't know a lot about Mrs.  Benson, do you?" Harris asked.

   "Well, I guess not," Barry shrugged.  "Sweet lady, tough business woman.
She doesn't know a lot about sports, but her husband did.  Now she does a
good job of carrying on the name and letting us do our job."

   "Do you know what she did before she married Mr.  Benson?" Harris asked.


   "No."

   "Well, she started doing burlesque shows, then did a couple of B movies
in which she appeared topless under the name of Bunny Masters.  She was
dating a football star who just happened to be a client of Mr.  Benson. 
The football star got hurt and she realized the long term money was with
Benson Sports Marketing.  She started as an intern, fucked her way to a
full-time job, then tricked him into marrying her."

   "Sweet Mrs.  Benson?" Cori asked.

   "How do you know all this?" Barry said.

   "I was good friends with Bill Benson," Harris said.  "Drinking buddies,
golf buddies, poker buddies.  He told me most of it and I figured out the
rest with a little research and a bit of guessing."

   "So, how does that affect Cori being the Office Slut," Jason asked,
looking for a sign of hope.  "I mean, she might have slept her way to the
top, but a lot of women have done that.  It doesn't mean she's going to
support Cori fucking us all day long.  Plus, she's so dignified and classy
now."

   "And you don't think Cori can be dignified and classy?  Of course she
can," Harris said.  "The point is, Mrs.  Benson won't be shocked by any of
this.  That's step one.  Step two, though, is that you have to show her
that Cori being the Office Slut actually adds to the performance of the
company.  It's all about the bottom line, gentlemen."

   "How do we prove that?" Greg asked.

   "Well, you'll have to find some legitimate ways that Cori's skills can
be used to help the bottom line," Harris said.  "Her line about being in
better shape because of frequent sex is funny and somewhat true, but it's
not going to be enough.  Can Cori be discreetly employed to help finalize a
big contract or negotiate a better deal with a vendor?  Can you all show
that your work is not only unaffected by her presence, but actually
enhanced by it?  And can you demonstrate that Cori is actually good at the
job, not just fucking?  If you can do those things and present it the right
way, I think she'll listen."

   "That's a big gamble," Barry said.  "I mean, she might fire us all."

   "Doubtful," Harris said.  "She's got her retirement invested in this
business.  She's not going to risk losing it by losing you.  But just to be
safe, you protect yourselves by having Cori make the pitch."

   "What?  Me?" Cori said.

   "Yes, for two reasons," Harris said matter-of-factly.  "One, she's not
going to believe it if she hears Wes say he's going to get more done if he
gets a blowjob every morning, but you can tell her how much harder the guys
work when they're happy and relaxed.  You can assure her you won't distract
them unnecessarily.  Maybe you can give blowjobs while they're on the phone
or in meetings so no work time is lost.  If it comes from you, it's more
sincere - it's as much your idea as theirs.  And it's the same idea she had
years ago.  You'll relate on that level.  It might even validate her own
actions and make her want to help you succeed on the same path."

   "OK," Cori said, nodding.  "That makes some sense, I guess.  What's the
other reason?"

   "Plausible deniability," Harris shrugged.  "If she doesn't like the
idea, you claim it as yours and yours alone and save these guys their jobs.
Sounds like a raw deal for you, but remember, these guys are young and
successful.  They're going to be leaders here or at other companies long
after Mrs.  Benson is retired.  I think they might look fondly on young
lady who not only fucked their brains out, but also sacrificed herself for
them."

   "Without a doubt," Barry said, sincerity filling his voice.

   "So," Harris said.  "I suggest you all have a lot of fun the next three
days, but also start building your case.  You might have to play it cool
for a few days next week until you're ready to present to Mrs.  Benson, but
I think you'll find that a few days away from Cori will lead to a greater
sense of urgency."

   "What about Ted?" Wes asked.  "What if he doesn't go for it?"

   "Come on," Barry said, waving his hand.  "If we can get Mrs.  B to go
for it, Ted will be all over it.  You ever see all the porn he has on his
computer?  He'd be first in line for a blowjob every morning."

   "So, I guess I'm still the Office Slut tomorrow?" Cori asked.

   "You sure are," Harris said.  "I'll even help you pick out a good outfit
for tomorrow.  These guys are risking a lot for you.  You owe it to them to
be the best you can be."

   "I know," Cori smiled.  "I already promised them I wouldn't let them
down."

   On the way home, Cori thanked Harris profusely for not being mad,
choking down his cock and gobbling his balls, making sure she was bobbing
her head up and down enough that any curious drivers would know exactly
what she was doing.

   Harris had a surprise for her when they got home - a small red sports
car sat in the driveway.  "That's for me?" she asked, still licking the
remnants of his cum off her lips.

   "Yep," Harris said.  "It's not officially yours - it belongs to the
university.  We get a certain number of vehicles from local dealers for
official university use.  Anyway, one of the staff members in our
department is on sabbatical.  While he's gone, no one's using his car. 
Well, they weren't until now."

   "Wow, thank you so much!" Cori said.  "I just got done thanking you the
best way I know how.  Any other requests?"

   "Arf, arf," Harris grinned wickedly.  Cori ran inside, donned the dog
leash and crawled around for him.  They finished in the back yard as Harris
tied her to the patio table and pounded her pussy until they both came.  He
left his bitch in heat laying naked and wet in the fading sun until Ty came
out a few minutes later, turned her over, re-tied her to the table and
reamed her ass.  He then untied her and tossed her into the pool, letting
the chlorine rinse her free of cum and cream and sweat.

   Over dinner, with everyone content, she asked them for their help.  "I'm
going to have to do a lot to keep these guys happy and entertained and find
a way to prove my bottom-line value to the company," Cori said.  "I have a
couple ideas, but I'll need your help."

   She told them about her idea for a pussy purse.  It would need to be
long and flexible and hollow with room for money, a key, lipstick, etc.  Ty
said he thought he could make her one for tomorrow.

   "If it works," Cori said, "we could market it and sell it.  Benson could
sell the rights to some adult novelty manufacturer.  That would be
bottom-line value, right?"

   "Definitely," Harris nodded.  "And you could maybe market that pen on a
chain connected to your nipple - you know, start a whole line of Office
Slut toys and apparel.  What about from the sports marketing angle?  Any
ideas there?"

   "Yeah," Cori said.  "Benson seems to have built their business on
working with the little guys - the second- or third-tier athletes from
second-tier sports and the small organizations and event management
companies.  I figure if I could help land just one big-time client, it
would be worth 20 of the small ones.  But, the big-time guys get all the
pussy they want from babes hotter than me.  And they'd be wary of a deal
that involved sex."

   "So how would you land one of these guys?"

   "I wouldn't," Cori grinned.  "I'd land the girls.  There's a lot less
competition for female athletes, but most companies try to sell to women,
right?  So, there's a big market out there.  The Williams sisters and Anna
Kournikova and Maria Sharapova and Danica Patrick - but who else is really
big in terms of sponsorships and sales?  Plus most of the sports guys are
used to dealing with the male athletes and they have trouble relating to
the women.  I know sports, I know women and I know marketing.  If I can
convince a top female athlete that the Benson Sports Marketing guys are
truly decent guys who will put her first, I could get a top star."

   "Got anyone in mind?"

   "Yeah, Peggy Stimson," Cori said.

   "That young golf star?" Ty asked.

   "Yeah," Cori said.  "She just turned 18 and she's going straight on the
tour.  She's beautiful and very talented.  She's the female Tiger Woods. 
Three years from now, she'll be huge.  She has no deal yet and she's just
sitting there, waiting.  Her dad was a two-timing drunk, so it's just her
and her mom.  Word is her mom's very protective and very untrusting of men.
If Mrs.  Benson could make the call to get me in the door, I know I could
close that deal."

   "It's a good idea," Ty said.  "I think you should go for it.  If you can
bring a new product and a new star to Benson Sports Marketing, my guess is
Mrs.  Benson would sign off on just about anything else and you'd be
writing your ticket for a nice career.  But if it doesn't work, do you have
a backup plan?"

   "Sure," Cori grinned.  "It's the same backup plan I've had for a long
time now - fuck whoever I have to fuck - the star player, his brother, his
agent, his coach - to get the deal done.  It's not how I want to do it and,
like I said, these guys aren't hurting for pussy, so it might not work on
the first try, but it would sooner or later.  It always does."

   "It's got you a long way so far," Harris nodded.

   "Well, that's my plan," Cori said.  "I really appreciate you guys
helping and understanding.  I had no idea how I was going to tell you what
was going on or if I even should.  I don't want to keep any secrets from
you, though, so this feels much better.  I promise I won't neglect either
of you."

   "Oh, I wouldn't let you," Harris grinned.  "So, Ty, why don't you work
on that purse and I'll play dress up with our little doll here.  I've got
an outfit I think will work well."

   Ty retired to what he had turned into a makeshift shop in a room just
off of Club Cori in the basement.  Meanwhile, Cori waited in the living
room while Harris went to retrieve something from his car.  After the
outdoor fuck-fest on the table, Cori had thrown on a light gray sweatshirt,
a white thong and nothing else other than her standard stilettos.  Standing
in the living room, she realized it was getting dark outside.  The blinds
were open and anyone walking past the front of the house could probably see
her through the big bay window.  She thought about closing the blinds, but
she remembered that she had actually closed them earlier.  Someone had
re-opened them for some reason.  Possibly just to look out or let some
light in, but Cori realized the real reason was probably the added thrill
of exposing her to someone in the neighborhood.  Well, as exhibition and
voyeurism went, this was much tamer than Cori was used to - thoughts of the
public fucking tied to the top of the boat in St.  Thomas flashed in her
head - so if this was fun for Harris, she certainly had no complaints.

   He returned moments later with a bag.  "Just bought this today for a
special occasion," he said.  "Let's have you try it on." Cori noticed that
the bag was about the size of a coin purse and realized that whatever he
had purchased must be incredibly small and skimpy.  What else is new, she
thought.  The way the men in her life shopped for her, she figured she
could fit all her entire wardrobe in a duffel bag if she had to.

   What Harris pulled out of the bag looked like nothing more than a ball
of string, which, when he held it up for her, she realized was about all it
consisted of.  She laughed out loud, knowing that this was going to be one
of the most revealing and absurd outfits she had ever worn.  She didn't
have a clue how it went on, so Harris helped her strip out of her clothes
and put it on, occasionally glancing toward the window to see if there were
any neighbors taking an evening stroll.

   It began with a red strap that wrapped around her neck like a choker,
fastening in the back with a clasp.  It was adjustable and Harris made as
tight as he could without choking her.  It was a rubber fabric, similar to
that of a bathing suit.  The strap around her neck was about an inch wide.
Two more inch-wide straps emerged on either side of her neck.  When they
dropped straight down, they both rested on the insides of her breasts.

   Harris showed her that on the inside of the straps were two small
clasps, one on each strap.  They were like the circular clips on the back
of a necklace and were located on the inside edge of both straps.  He
placed the first strap over her right breast, the thin material only wide
enough to cover her nipple and areola.  But Harris then connected the clasp
to her nipple ring and pushed the strap just to the outside of her nipple.
Now, the strap was tightly stretched across her breast, held in place by
the clasp connected to her bare nipple.  Now, only a sliver of tit and a
portion of her areola was covered.  He did the same with the other breast,
stepping back to admire his work.  From a distance, it would look like Cori
was wearing a very skimpy top that at least covered her nipples.  But
anyone within 20 feet or so would clearly so those hard nips pointing
straight at them.

   Harris grinned and continued with his work.  Already, Cori was frowning.
The straps that were attached to her nipples hung down only a few inches
past her breasts, ending in two more circular clasps.  Cori had assumed
they would go between her legs and at least cover her pussy, but these
barely reached her belly button.  That, she realized, was the point as
Harris pulled on both straps, stretching them to their fullest extent, both
just barely clipping into her belly button ring.  So, the red top now
formed a sort of an oblong diamond on her upper torso, the string running
from her navel to her nipples to the choker around her neck.  So far, she
was completely backless and bottomless and it sure wasn't like there was
much to talk about on the upper front, either.

   Harris left for a moment and came back with a pair of her red fishnet
thigh-high stockings.  She put them on, pulling the red bands at the top of
the stockings around her slender but toned thighs.  All that was left in
the bag Harris had brought were a few gold strands that Cori had assumed
were jewelry of some sort, but she quickly found out otherwise.  Harris
picked up one of the slender gold chains, holding it up so she could see
that it had a small alligator clip on one end and another circular clasp on
the other.  He put the alligator clip on the top of her stockings, then
stretched the chain to near capacity before it reached her clit ring.  He
attached the clasp to the clit ring and smiled again.  Cori realized he
could make it tighter or looser by adjusting where the chain was on her
thigh - on the inside, she'd have a little slack, on the front it would be
stretched to the max and so would her clit.  He attached the other clip on
the other leg, also connecting it to her clit.  Cori was beginning to think
having all these rings was a curse.

   She looked around to see if there was anything at all that might
ultimately cover her pussy or her ass, but all that remained was another
small gold chain.  This one was much longer and Cori was grateful for that
- until he put it on.  It connected first in the back of her choker and
Harris let it drop.  She felt it fall between her shoulder blades and snake
between her butt cheeks.  When Harris knelt down, she realized that the
rings were going to be used one more time.  He pulled the chain between her
legs, spreading her pussy lips as he tucked it inside her, finally linking
the clasp to her clit ring.  The chain was pulled taut and she wondered if
she'd be able to walk without ripping her clit or her nipples or something,
but to her surprise, she was able to move.  Her steps were small and
cautious, and she did feel the occasional tug, but nothing extreme.

   This was definitely an extreme outfit and Cori reminded him that she had
to be able to at least get in the building without getting arrested.

   "Don't worry," Harris grinned.  "I've got you covered - barely!  You'll
see the rest of your outfit in the morning.  For now, I think you should
wear it for a little while to get used to it.  Come on, let's show Ty."

   Cori shuffled to the basement steps, but quickly realized that stepping
down was going to cause extreme pull on her clit.  She hesitated, then
hopped down to the first step, her tits jiggling while the clips tugged at
her bobbing nipples.  No way I can hop all the way down, Cori thought.

   "Got a bit of a problem, eh?" Harris smiled.  "Well, lucky for you, I
don't mind lending a hand." He picked Cori up and slung her over his
shoulder.  He cupped his hands on her ass cheeks and hauled her down the
stairs.  Ty greeted them at the bottom of the stairs and Harris set her
back on the floor.  She twirled around slowly, letting Ty take in the whole
package as he nodded his approval.

   "That will do," he said, shaking Harris' hand.  "Nice work.  Come here,
I've got something to show you on the pussy purse."

   Ty presented what at first appeared to be a large vibrator.  It was
about 8 inches long, shaped exactly like a penis, made flesh-colored with a
mushroom head.  Cori remembered Ty using it on her the other night.  It had
run the gauntlet of her ass, pussy and mouth and she remembered liking the
vibrations deep inside her.  It was rubbery and flexible.  "This used to be
a vibrator," Ty said.  "As I'm sure you remember.  Well, it won't vibrate
anymore because I took out the insides completely.  It's now an 8-inch
hollow tube that you can easily carry in your pussy or even your ass our
mouth.  I just cut the base off and added this snap-on cap."

   Cori noticed the cap had a small metal ring in the middle of it and
wondered why.  Before she could ask, however, Ty had popped off the lid,
which now dangled from the shaft of the pussy purse by a clear piece of
fishing line tied.  "This is almost two inches in diameter, so inside,
you'll have room for some money," he shook the vibrator and a roll of bills
and other items fell out, "lipstick, a pen, a key or you could even wad up
one of your tiny thongs and stuff it in here.  Here, try it."

   He stuffed the items - the money, a lipstick tube, and a key - back into
the tube and handed it to her.  Cori put it in her mouth first, lubing it
up with her spit, then spread her legs, bending her knees slightly as
gently inserted the tube inside her.  The items inside it gave it some
weight, but not much more than it had before with the vibrator in it.  She
stuffed it almost all the way in, but Ty stopped her.  "Hold on," he said.
"Since you'll want to make sure this is secure in there, I made a way for
you to be able to stick it all the way inside." He knelt down and unclipped
the chain that ran from her clit ring up her back to the neck collar,
clipping the bottom end instead to the end of the pussy purse.  With it
secured, he then pushed on the end of the purse with his middle finger
until the base of the purse was a full inch inside her.  He withdrew his
finger and watched her pussy lips close around the tube, only the thin
chain visible emerging from between her lips.

   "Very nice," Harris nodded.  "Well, done, Ty.  What do you think, Cori?"

   "I think I'm going to get arrested or raped or both," she laughed
nervously.  "Do you really think I can wear this in there tomorrow?"

   "No choice," Harris said.  "You promised big and you better deliver even
bigger.  You're future is on the line her, babe, so you better bring your A
game.  With this outfit and the right attitude, you'll knock `em dead.  The
question is, are you ready to back up what you're selling with this
outfit?"

   "I am," Cori said confidently.  "I...  well, I think I was made for
this, you know?  I mean, not forever.  Eventually, I want to be a respected
business woman respected for my personality and brains.  But for right now,
I think this is what I'm supposed to do.  Why else would I have this body?
I don't mean to sound conceited because I know there are a lot of other
women out there more beautiful than I am," Ty and Harris both shook their
heads against this idea, "but I think I was made to perform and please and
yes, my mind can back up what my body is selling.  I understand what I'm
there for and I'm ready."

   "I think you're learning a lot about yourself, Cori," Harris said
honestly.  "It takes a lot of maturity to recognize and accept who you are
and embrace it.  You have a gift.  Like a pianist was born to play or an
artist was born to paint, you were born to fuck.  And the fact that you
realize that's not something to be ashamed of is a huge step forward.  Use
that gift as much as you can, let it carry you and you'll do just fine. 
Now, give me the gift of your mouth before I blow my load all over Ty's
workshop."

   They undressed Cori, including the pussy purse, and lay the outfit
carefully to the side before spending the next hour utilizing her "gift" in
a variety of ways and positions.  Then Harris carried her upstairs and
enjoyed her talents one more time before falling asleep with a shriveled
but very happy penis resting on Cori's cheek.