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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 6 PART 2

   The next morning, Cori woke up with the taste of semen still fresh on
her tongue.  She rolled over and felt Harris next to her.  They were both
naked under the sheets.  She looked at the clock - it was only 6 a.m., but
she was too excited about her new job to sleep any longer.  She wondered if
Harris would want a blowjob to start his day or if he would be mad if she
woke him up.  Silly, she thought, what man had ever been upset about a
morning blowjob?

   She lifted the covers back and slid between his legs, which were splayed
across the bed.  Watching his eyes, she knelt down and grazed his balls
with her nose.  No reaction.  She dipped her head and let her hair fall
onto his cock.  He stirred, smiling in his sleep, then slowly opened his
eyes.

   "Good morning," Cori smiled.  "I, um, couldn't sleep.  I was, um,
hungry." She looked at him then at his cock, making sure he got the
not-at-all subtle message.

   "Eat up," Harris said, smiling and closing his eyes.  She licked the
head of his cock, then nuzzled his balls, feeling him harden slowly.  She
licked from the base of his shaft to his head, then back down, stopping at
the base of his balls.  He was fully hard now and she filled her mouth with
his cock.  She felt him touch the back of her head, lightly stroking her
hair, gently pressing down, urging her to keep him all the way inside her.

   He lay motionless, letting her do all the work.  "Damn, why don't we say
fuck the job and you and I just stay in bed together for the next two
months?" Harris said, only half joking.  "Mmm-hmmm," was Cori's muffled
response.

   "Wow, that's good," Harris moaned, "you're amazing.  You have to wake me
up this way every time I sleep over," he said.  "Mmm-mmm", Cori said,
letting him know that she understood and agreed.  He stroked her soft,
golden blonde hair, imagining how good even that would feel on his cock. 
Fuck, this girl was so hot, she could fuck you with her hair and it would
be one of the best fucks you'd ever had.

   "You're going to take a shower this morning, right?" he asked, feeling
his orgasm rising up.  "Mmm-hmm," Cori responded.

   "Good, then I'm going to cum all over hair," Harris said.  He pulled his
cock out and shoved Cori's face into the bed between his legs and rubbed
his throbbing cock on top of her head.  He wrapped a handful of hair around
his cock and started firing bolts of jism into her hair, one long blast
splattering between her shoulder blades, matting several strands of hair to
her back.  More cum seeped down the side of her head and into her ears. 
Cori, gasping for breath against the sheets, thought back to her childhood
and having swimmers ear when water got into it.  She wondered what the
doctor would say if she had to go in and be treated for a load of cum in
her ear.

   When the last of his cum had finished dribbling onto the top of her
head, Harris let her up and stuffed his cock into her mouth for a quick
cleanup.  "Might want to brush your teeth, too," Harris chuckled.  "Go get
ready for work."

   Cori showered, quickly rinsing the cum out of her hair before it dried.
Even after she showered, however, she still felt like something was
clogging her left ear.  She knew what it was, of course, and used a Q-tip
to see if she could swab it out.  Sure enough, when she pulled the cotton
swab out, it was soaked with a sticky white goo.

   "Doesn't look like ear wax to me," Harris chuckled.  He had entered the
bathroom as soon as he heard her get out of the shower and was shaving.

   "More like nut wax," Cori laughed.  "Going to shoot it up my nose next
time?"

   "Maybe," Harris grinned.  "And if I do, you'd better snort it and inhale
every drop."

   "You know I will," Cori said.

   Harris stepped into the shower and Cori went to pick out something to
wear for her first day on the job.  She hadn't really thought about it
until now, but surely she could find a suitable skirt and blouse for her
first day.  Then, she'd use Harris' gift certificate to buy some more
tonight after she had a better idea of what would be most appropriate.

   But, as Cori sorted through her clothes, she realized she didn't have
any real business attire.  Oh, the guys had thought it was fun to have her
dress up like a slutty secretary, with an obscenely short skirt with a slit
all the way up the side.  They would put her in a too-small white blouse
with the buttons ripped off or let her wear a short jacket with one button
and nothing underneath.  Well, she could still wear the jacket if she could
find a suitable top.  Top, hell, she just realized she didn't even have a
bra.  Or panties.  What was she thinking?  She finally had a job where sex
was not part of the deal and she was going to go in there looking like a
tramp on the first day.  She kicked herself for not thinking ahead. 
Normally, she planned way ahead, but she had gotten so caught up in the
deal with Harris and the deal with Ty and all the fucking and moving and,
well, it had slipped her mind completely.

   She frantically flipped through her closet, looking for anything that
wouldn't be too revealing, too sexy.  And, preferably, something that would
hide her nipples from view until she could get a bra.

   She found a very unique top that she thought could work.  It had been
ordered from a specialty catalog, like many of the outfits the guys had
purchased for her.  It was basically the top of a catsuit - a form-fitting,
long-sleeved white top that narrowed down to a single strap that ran
between her ass cheeks and buttoned in the crotch.  What made it sexy was
that, in addition to being form-fitting, the guys would often have her wear
it with nothing else, so she was effectively walking around in a thong with
only one button separating them from her pussy.  Also, across the breasts,
there was a series of three large rips.  The top had been made that way on
purpose, naturally revealing ample amounts of cleavage or, depending on how
it was positioned, allowing a nipple to poke through.  Cori, though, put a
white tube top on under the skin-tight top to hide the bare skin under the
tears.  Still, her dark nipples were evident, poking out firmly against the
skin-tight tops.  She put a navy blue vest on.  It had no buttons, but as
long as she kept it on, it would help cover her nipples.  Then, she put on
a tight navy blue skirt.  It had a slit up the side and was far shorter
than she should wear, but she had little choice.  She found the least
slutty pair of dark pumps she could find.

   She looked at herself disapprovingly in the mirror, but what else could
she do?  "Interesting outfit," Harris nodded, flipping back her vest and
studying her breasts.  "No bra?"

   "I, uh, don't have one," Cori said, shaking her head.

   He tugged up the back of her short skirt, eyeing the narrow piece of
white cloth from her catsuit top tucked tucked between her ass cheeks.  "No
panties either?"

   "No," Cori said, ashamed.  "I only have thongs and g-strings, so this
top works just as well as they do."

   "Good girl," Harris smiled.  "That is so hot.  But after work, we'll use
that gift card I got you and get you some more suitable clothes -- for work
purposes only, of course.  Around here, the clothes you already have will
be just fine."

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "Do you think this will be OK?  I couldn't find
anything else.  I'm sorry, I guess I'm just not used to dressing this way."

   "It will be fine," Harris said.  "Just don't bend over or lose your
vest."

   Harris drove Cori to her job - it was about a 20-minute drive with the
morning rush hour traffic.  The building was in an office park and stood
five stories high.

   "Benson Sports Marketing has the whole fourth floor," Harris told her.
"When you go in, ask for Claire Benson - well, ask for Mrs.  Benson.  She's
the owner, of course.  She's expecting you.  I'll plan on picking you up at
5, but if you need me to come earlier or later, just call me."

   "Thank you so much for this," Cori said.  "I'll see you tonight."

   She walked hurriedly into the building, even though she was 15 minutes
early.  She was excited to get started.  Finally, a real job doing what she
loved and without any sexual strings attached.  This was going to be so
much fun.  She would feel even more business-like tomorrow when she could
wear more appropriate clothes.  Still, other than showing off her legs with
the heels and short skirt, this outfit wasn't too bad - so long as she
didn't inadvertently flash her tits or ass to someone.  But as her wardrobe
went, this definitely qualified as conservative and she didn't feel the
least bit like she was overexposed.  It was more that she was oddly dressed
than being too sexy.

   A security guard stopped her when she entered the lobby, asking to see
her ID badge.

   "I don't have one," Cori frowned.  "It's my first day at Benson Sports
Marketing."

   "You must be Ms.  Banks," the man smiled.  "They're expecting you.  Take
the elevator to the 4th floor.  They'll give you a badge and you'll just
use that to scan in every morning."

   "Great, thanks!" Cori smiled.  She rode up the elevator, taking a deep
breath as the doors opened and she prepared to take that first step into
her new job - and maybe the path to a new life.

   There was a young man sitting at the receptionist desk.  "May I help
you," the man asked, smiling.  He was young looking - probably in his early
20s - with dark features and curly dark hair.  He was very handsome.  Well,
men usually hired pretty women to be receptionists, why couldn't Mrs. 
Benson hire herself a little eye candy, Cori mused.

   "Yes, I'm Cori Banks.  This is my first day working here and I'm
supposed to ask for Mrs.  Benson."

   "Hi, Cori," he said, standing up and coming around the desk to shake her
hand.  "I'm Douglas, Mrs.  Benson's personal assistant.  Welcome to Benson
Sports Marketing.  We're glad to have you."

   "Thanks, I'm glad to be here."

   "Mrs.  Benson is expecting you.  Follow me, please."

   He led her down a corridor filled lined on both sides with offices, all
of which were empty.  "Most of the guys come in between 8 and 8:30,"
Douglas explained.  "They work late hours sometimes, so Mrs.  Benson is
very flexible with their arrival times."

   Mrs.  Benson's office was at the end of the hallway.  The door was open
and Douglas rapped once before entering.  Cori followed him in, immediately
spotting the elderly woman who stood with her back to the door, gazing out
her window that overlooked the parking lot and a park across the street. 
She turned when she heard them enter.

   "Mrs.  Benson," Douglas said, "this is Cori Banks, our new intern."

   "Welcome, Cori," Mrs.  Benson said warmly, shaking her hand.

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Benson," Cori said.  "It's very nice to meet you."

   "Anything else, ma'am?" Douglas asked.

   "No, that will be all for now," Mrs.  Benson said.  Douglas left,
closing the door behind him.  Mrs.  Benson ushered Cori into a seat at her
conference table, then sat down across from her.  Cori studied the woman
who was quite beautiful and elegant for her age, which Cori guessed to be
in her 60s.  She had light gray hair, sparkling blue eyes that hinted at
kindness and a good sense of humor and a warm smile.  She was slender and
appeared to be in great shape.  She wore a dark gray business suit with a
knee-length skirt, hose, a cream-colored blouse and a dark gray jacket. 
She looked professional and confident.  Cori wanted to dress just like her
tomorrow.

   "So, Cori, tell me about yourself and why you're here," Mrs.  Benson
said pleasantly.

   Cori smiled to herself for a minute.  "Where do I begin?" she thought.
So much of her recent life had been defined by her sexuality.  But that's
not what she wanted to tell Mrs.  Benson and it certainly wasn't how she
wanted to define the rest of her life - the next year or so, obviously,
with Harris and the other university folks, but after that ...

   "Well, I'm from a small town in Georgia," Cori smiled.  "I went to
college for a couple years, working on a business degree, then the money
ran out and I worked at a car repair shop where I sort of taught myself
about marketing.  By the time I left about a month ago, we had tripled
profits in less than two years and had secured a major municipal contract.
I always liked sports and, working with male co-workers and customers all
the time, I realized that I actually knew as much about sports as most of
them did.  And coming up with new marketing ideas really interests me.  So,
sports marketing seems like a natural fit.  I received a scholarship offer
from BJU and I plan to complete a marketing degree and see where things go
from there."

   "Very good," Mrs.  Benson said.  "You look athletic.  Did you play
sports?"

   "Yes, tennis and gymnastics," Cori said.  "I was too tall to be a very
good gymnast, though.  I was a cheerleader too."

   "You do have a nice sports background," Mrs.  Benson said.  "That's
good. And I'm glad you're used to working with men.  You and I are the only
female employees here.  I hope you don't mind.  My husband started this
company 25 years ago and it's always been sort of a good ol' boys club. 
Well, even though that's not the case anymore, that's just sort of the way
the staff worked out right now.  We had a couple women about a year ago,
but they moved on and, well, here we are with a staff full of men again."

   "That's fine," Cori assured her.  As long as Mrs.  Benson is around and
I'm not dressed like a slut, there's no reason for the guys to think of me
as anything but a co-worker, Cori figured.

   "Well, it's a small staff, too," Mrs.  Benson said.  "We've had
opportunities to grow, but my husband wanted to keep it small and we never
sold out to the big boys.  We have a staff of six full-timers, not counting
myself.  We have my assistant, a manager, a graphic designer and three
account representatives.  We outsource our computer care, maintenance and
accounting.  So, what questions do you have?"

   "Well, a couple," Cori said.  "I apologize for not doing my homework and
knowing this in advance, but I just found out yesterday about this job. 
So, what sort of sports marketing do you do here exactly?  And, what will
my role be?"

   "Excellent questions," Mrs.  Benson said.  "And I understand your
situation, so I don't mind that you aren't up to speed on our company. 
We're not a household name, and that's the way we like it.  We operate
under the radar, in that respect, but you definitely have seen our clients
and our work.

   "When sports agents started taking over the big business angle of sports
years ago, my husband had the foresight to realize that the money wasn't
going to come from the athletes themselves, but from the companies
demanding the services of those athletes.  So, we set ourselves up as a
sort of headhunter agency and we serve both athletes and companies.  Not
all athletes have the luxury of top-flight agents and managers.  To get
endorsements, speaking engagements, appearance fees, etc., they come to us
and we put them in touch with companies looking for spokespeople,
organizations who want a headlining athlete for a charity function,
businesses looking for guest speakers.  We're sort of like a modeling
agency for athletes.  We keep a database on all the athletes in the major
sports as well as some from the minor sports.  We offer services to handle
the promotion of events, including design of materials and even staffing
for the event if required.  In exchange, we are paid a commission off every
contract we negotiate."

   "That sounds great," Cori said.  "I had no idea ... I mean, you never
think about all the work that goes on behind the scenes."

   "And a lot of that is what you'll be tasked with.  Most days, you'll be
logging data on new and existing athletes.  We track their charitable
giving, public appearances and red flag any public issues, like drugs or
domestic abuse, that might affect their effectiveness as a representative.
So, you'll do lots of research, data entry, filing - you get the idea.  But
I'd also like to get you involved in some events and some of the proposals
that we put together to attract new clients.  We are always looking for new
ideas to set us apart from the competition.  We pride ourselves on our
service to our clients and we have gained a great reputation as a
family-owned business with solid values and integrity in business."

   "This sounds perfect," Cori said.  "I can't thank you enough for this
opportunity."

   "You're welcome," Mrs.  Benson said.  "Now, Douglas will show you around
and introduce you to everyone.  But, one bit of advice, if I may. 
Tomorrow, please wear a bra."

   Cori was stunned.  How had she noticed?  She looked down and saw that
the her vest was caught on the arm of the chair.  It was pulled back,
revealing her right breast and yes, her dark, hard nipple was evident -
though not obscenely so - through the skin-tight, thin double layer of
white.

   "Oh," Cori blushed.  She didn't want to lie, but what would the woman
think if she told her the truth?  "I'm ... I'm so sorry.  I, well, not to
make excuses, but in my rush to move here this weekend, I neglected to pack
my bras, I'm afraid.  I didn't realize it until this morning and it was too
late.  I promise, I'm going shopping and will be more appropriately dressed
tomorrow."

   "That's fine, dear," Mrs.  Benson said.  "Just try to keep that vest
closed.  The guys won't hassle you, but I don't need to tell you that a
little too much skin can be very distracting in a male-dominated office."

   "I understand," Cori said softly.  "I'm so sorry.  I don't want to
distract anyone, I promise."

   Mrs.  Benson called Douglas in and he led Cori back out into the
hallway. Cori heard voices and phones and keyboards now - the office had
come to life.  She was so eager to meet everyone and get started.

   She met Ted, the staff manager, who was a black man in his late 40s,
medium build with a shaved head.  He had a deep voice and strong hands that
Cori knew could have crushed hers when they shook hands.

   Barry, the graphic designer, was in his late 30s with long hair and a
goatee.  He had a very "artsy" look, Cori thought, noting his slender, wiry
build.

   Ted and Barry each had their own offices.  The account reps shared the
third office, which provided ample space for their three work stations. 
Jason was the oldest and seemed to be the self-appointed leader of the
trio. He was in his late 20s and had dark hair.  A former basketball
player, he was well over six feet tall and had a slender but toned body. 
Greg was of Asian descent and had the short, powerful body of a former
catcher, which he was.  Like Greg, Wes was in his mid 20s.  He had reddish
brown hair, pale skin and was skinny.  Cori wasn't surprised to learn that
he had never played competitive sports at a high level.

   Everyone was polite and Cori did a good job of shielding her tits and
standing straight to keep the slits in her skirt from being too noticeable.
Sure, she knew the guys were checking her out to some degree - they were
guys, after all.  But there were no inappropriate looks or touches or
comments.  She wasn't sending out that kind of vibe and these were
professional men who were above such immature acts.  Wow, it sure was nice
to be in a real office setting for a change.

   The three main offices - Claire's, Ted's and Barry's -- were located in
the corridor to the left away from the reception area where Douglas' desk
sat.  Directly behind the reception area, however, separated by a glass
wall decorated with pictures of famous athletes Cori assumed were clients,
was a large open area.  In it were a conference table, two large video
monitors, a library of books and media materials, a drawing table and a
lone desk with a computer on it.  To the right of this large area were
three more rooms - the large office housing the account reps, a room which
held the copy machine and other office supplies and a break room with lunch
tables, a refrigerator and vending machines.  A hallway out the back side
of the room led to the restrooms.

   The lone desk in the middle of the large room, Cori, learned, was to be
hers.  While the others all had name tags on their doors, Cori's desk had a
simple sign that said "Staff Assistant".  Obviously, this was where they
always put their interns.  Which made sense, since this allowed her to see
and hear a lot of what was going on and to be accessible to anyone needing
her help.

   Douglas showed Cori how to log into her computer and gave her several
brochures and reports to look over to learn more about the company.

   "We also need to get a picture of you to put on the web site and to make
your ID badge," Douglas said.

   "Sure," Cori said.  "I was going to ask you about that badge.  The
security guard stopped me this morning."

   "Yeah, we'll go ahead and take your picture now and I'll have the badge
for you before the end of the day."

   "Thanks!"

   Most of the morning was quiet.  Cori sat at her desk and read while the
guys would occasionally stop by and chat, polite, appropriate conversation.
Everything was going fine.  Then, innocently enough, Douglas asked her to
help with some filing.  He gave her a stack of invoices and past accounting
statements and showed her the filing cabinet, which was in the reception
area, right next to his desk.

   Cori set about filing, happy to be doing some work and becoming part of
the office.  The filing cabinet was six feet wide and five feet tall. 
There were tons of files - for all their clients, vendors, customers, etc.
Aware of her short skirt and thong, Cori was careful to kneel down when
filing in the lower drawers.  With her back to Douglas, she didn't have to
worry too much about her vest.  She kept at it for an hour and was almost
done when Douglas handed her another stack.

   "You're doing great," he said.  "I really appreciate this.  We didn't
have an intern this semester until you started, so we're a little behind on
this.  If you don't mind, here's some more you can do.  I know it's almost
lunch time, so take your break whenever and then finish after lunch, if you
want."

   "Sure," Cori said.  She hadn't even thought about lunch.  She didn't
bring anything to eat and didn't have a car to go anywhere.  Hopefully
there was someplace close she could walk to.  In her haste to find an
outfit this morning, she hadn't eaten any breakfast - other than Harris'
cock.  She was definitely hungry now that she thought about.  She was still
preoccupied with what to do for lunch when she dropped the new stack of
papers and bent to pick them - at the waist.  As soon as she did it, she
realized that if Douglas was looking - well, he'd have a helluva view. 
Playing it cool, she slowly rose and then knelt down, looking casually over
her shoulder.  Douglas was looking right at her and the smile on his face
told her that he had seen it all - her bare ass cheeks, possibly her pussy
mound barely covered by that little strip of white cloth that served
basically as a thong.  How embarrassing!  And here she had been off to such
a great start.  Now, barely half way into her first day, she had given one
of her co-workers reason to think of her as more than a co-worker.  And he
had something to tell his buddies.

   "Um, sorry, dropped a few," Cori forced a smile.

   "Yeah," Douglas grinned.  "I kinda wish you'd drop some more."

   "I'm sorry.  I'll be dressed more appropriately tomorrow."

   "Hey, no complaints here," Douglas said.  "But don't worry, I'm not
going to stalk you now or anything.  But if you drop any more papers, I
can't promise I won't be watching."

   "Fair enough," Cori smiled, relieved that she had actually addressed it
with him and that he seemed to be cool about it.  Bullet dodged, she
thought.  "I think I'll go ahead and take my lunch break.  Is there
someplace close by I can get something?"

   "Sure," Douglas said.  "Take a left when you exit the building and then
go to your left.  About two blocks down there are three or four good
restaurants."

   Cori picked up a salad and bowl of soup from one of the restaurants and
decided to bring it back to the office and eat in the break room.  Maybe
some of the guys would be in there and she could become better acquainted
with them.  She was happy to find Douglas and all three of the account reps
there, some eating food they had brought from home, others digging into
fast food.  Cori set her food on one of the tables and quickly joined a
discussion about the baseball playoffs.  She was listening to Greg and
Jason argue over a controversial call as she put her change in the machine
to get a bottled water.  The plastic bottle came out quickly - too quick -
and slipped over the edge of the dispensing tray, rolling onto the floor.
Cori bent over hastily to pick it up before it rolled under the machine. 
She snatched it just in time, then froze.  The room was suddenly quiet and
she was pretty sure she knew why.  She was bent over at the waist, her back
to all four men.  Her butt was in the air, her skirt was riding up and she
felt the cool air-conditioned air blowing across her bare ass cheeks.  She
stood up slowly, trying to play it off.

   "Got it!" she said.  "Sorry to interrupt the conversation.  I agree with
you Jason, the ump was way out of position to make that call."

   None of the guys responded, but they all wore silly grins that told Cori
all she needed to know.  They had seen all and for the next few minutes, at
least, nothing that she said or did would erase that image from their
minds. Damn, how could she be so stupid?  She prided herself on being
smart, dreamed of a job where sex wasn't a factor.  She had been handed
such a position and in half a day she had already jeopardized it.  While
this was hardly a fuck your co-worker everyday situation like she'd had in
the past, the fact remained that she had firmly presented herself as a sex
object first and foremost and had no one to blame but herself.

   "Out of position, huh?  I don't know, I kind of liked that position
right there," Greg said, smiling.

   Cori thought about ignoring the comment, but remembered how well being
direct with Douglas had worked and decided to try it again.  "Yeah, sorry
about that," Cori said.  "Look guys, I know what you must think after what
you just saw and I don't blame you.  I made a mistake getting dressed this
morning and, well, I promise it won't happen again.  Please forgive me.  I
really want this job and I want do it well and learn from you guys.  I'm
not trying to be some silly college girl intern.  I want to be professional
and I know that I haven't shown you that so far."

   "I like what you've shown so far," Jason said.  "Believe me, we're not
complaining.  But don't worry about it.  We get it.  We work in sports
marketing, remember?  Sex sells and it's part of everything.  We won't make
a big deal out of you dressing like that so long as you don't make a big
deal out of us taking a look from time to time.  Most women don't think
they can be appreciated for their appearance and respected for their
intelligence at the same time.  Is that what you think?"

   "No," Cori said after thinking a minute.  She had certainly felt that
way at times, but Ben and the guys at the shop had never made her feel like
that.  She knew they respected her.  "I believe some men can see you as a
sex object and an equal at the same time.  Unfortunately, most men don't
think that way, but if you guys do, I think we're cool."

   "We're cool, then," Greg said.  "How about that, you've been here half a
day and already the awkward phase is over."

   "Well, it probably won't be so awkward tomorrow," Cori said.  "I plan to
dress more like Mrs.  Benson from now on - professional, not slutty."

   "Damn," Douglas said, laughing.

   Cori laughed too, dropping a piece of her salad in the process.  It
landed on her vest, dressing splattering down the front.  She quickly wiped
it off, but it left a dark streak.

   "Hey, I can fix that," Douglas said, moving towards her."

   "No, it's OK, really," Cori said.

   "Don't be silly," he said.  "That will ruin it if you don't treat it
fast.  Let me have it.  Trust me, I've fixed Mrs.  Benson's shirts many
times."

   He started pulling her vest off and Cori gave in, hoping that no one
would pay attention to her high-beam nipples.  That hope lasted about a
second until Douglas removed the vest and she heard Wes practically choke
on his sandwich.

   "I just moved her this weekend and I forgot to pack any bras," Cori said
sheepishly.

   "Just our luck," Wes choked, smiling.

   Douglas joined the others in taking a good long look, then hurried to
his desk to apply whatever magic elixir he had to remove the stain.

   "Don't even think about bringing that back!" Jason yelled.  They all
laughed.  Even Cori chuckled, resigned to playing along and trusting these
guys to be mature enough to handle this.  So far they had been and she was
grateful.

   "Mind if I guess?" Greg asked, staring at her chest.

   "Guess what?" Cori asked.

   "Size," he said.

   "Oh, well, I guess not," Cori said.  "What do I get if you're wrong?"
One thing she had learned from the guys at the shop was to act like one of
the guys.  Talk sports, drink beer and, when someone wanted to bet or
argue, don't back down.

   "Hmm," Greg smiled, happy that Cori was being a good sport, sitting
there with those big tits resting on the table.  "Well, if I'm wrong, I'll
buy those bras you said you were going to buy tonight."

   "OK," Cori smiled.  Guys always seemed to guess that her breasts were
larger than they were.  Probably because they were so firm and stood up so
well without the support of a bra.  She felt confident she would win this
one.

   "And what do I get if I'm right?" Greg challenged.

   "Well, what do you want?" Cori asked.

   "No bras," he laughed.

   "I can't," Cori said.  "Mrs.  Benson already warned me to wear a bra."

   "That's no problem," Greg laughed.  "She's not here half the time
anyway. If I'm right, you only wear a bra when she's in the office for the
next two weeks.  Every time she steps out, the bra comes off."

   "This is crazy," Cori laughed.  But deep down, she knew she'd win.  And
she liked the fact that everything was out in the open with these guys. 
She had wanted to impress them with her professionalism first, but her body
had beat her to it.  So now, she needed to impress them with her attitude -
getting bent out of shape or defensive wouldn't help - and trust that
eventually they would come to respect her professional abilities as well.
This was a chance to drive a wedge between them or forge a bond.  She
gambled and said, "you're on."

   "All right," Greg said.  "Write down your size and turn the paper over."

   "So, what's your guess?" Cori asked, after writing 36C on the paper.

   "Would you mind standing up and turning sideways?  I think a profile
view would help."

   "It won't help," Cori said.  "You're going to lose this one." She gave
them the profile view Greg had asked for, aware that her nipples were
sticking out prominently and that her breasts had a distinctive cone shape
from this angle.

   "Damn," Wes said, shaking his head.

   "That's a mighty fine rack," Greg said.  "You're a very healthy girl. 
I'll say 38D."

   "Sorry," Cori laughed, handing him the paper.

   "No way you're a 36C," Greg said.

   "I am.  Sorry," Cori said.  "You guys think every girl is a 38DD.  We're
not all Barbie dolls, you know."

   "No, but you are," Greg said.  "Bring one of your bras in and show me
that it's 36C and I'll believe you.  But until then, I don't buy it."

   "Well, you'll be buying it tomorrow when I collect on all those nice new
bras I'm going to have," Cori gloated.  "And I prefer cash, too."

   Just then, Douglas returned with her vest and she put it on just as Ted
and Mrs.  Benson and Barry returned to the office.  They all finished their
lunches quickly and went back to work as if nothing had happened.  The rest
of the day went by without incident and Cori was happy to see Harris
waiting for her out in front of the building.

   Cori jumped in the car and told him about her first day, leaving out the
parts about her showing her thong and nipples to half the staff.

   "I'm just glad you got through it without any embarrassing wardrobe
malfunctions," Harris laughed.  "But since you're off duty..." he pulled at
her vest and she helped him pull it off.  At a stop light, he ran his hand
up her leg, under her skirt and fingered her pussy.  She rubbed his cock
through his pants, feeling him harden against her fingers.

   "Wish we had more time," he smiled, pushing her hand away and telling
her to put her top back on.  "But we have an appointment with Ms.  Chloe
and we're almost there."

   "Who's Ms.  Chloe?" Cori asked, pulling her vest back on.

   "She's a friend of a friend," Harris said.  "She owns a nice shop that
caters to professional women.  She is going to personally help get you
outfitted with an appropriate wardrobe for work."

   "That's great!" Cori said.  "I was so nervous all day.  It will be so
nice to dress like a real professional.  Just during work hours, of course.
I'll dress any way you want the rest of the time."

   They arrived at the dress shop, a fancy, stand-alone building that
exuded class ... and high prices.  They walked in and Cori was immediately
impressed.  It was a huge shop with all sorts of dress and formal attire
and they had everything from underwear, to shoes, belts, jewelry - all the
accessories.  She had never shopped anywhere like this and now not only was
she shopping here, but she was being treated as a personal guest of the
owner and basically shopping with a blank check, courtesy of Harris, who
introduced her as his "niece".

   "Anything you recommend is fine," Harris said to Ms.  Chloe.  "She's
starting from scratch, so get her as many outfits as you think she needs
and the accessories to match.  I'm just going to browse a bit and return a
few phone calls while you two do your thing."

   "Very well," Ms.  Chloe said.  She was an elegant woman in her 50s with
long dark hair, dark complexion and a beautiful blue dress.  She epitomized
class and grace and elegance and Cori knew that she would wear whatever
this woman told her to.

   "Come this way, Cori," Ms.  Chloe said.  "We'll take some measurements
first and make sure that we get just the right size.  The right clothes
look all wrong if they aren't just right.  We'll tailor everything to fit
perfectly."

   "Thank you so much," Cori said.  "Um, I really appreciate you tailoring
everything for me, but I need something I can wear tomorrow.  Will we be
able to find something that won't need to be tailored?"

   "Don't you worry, my dear," Ms.  Chloe smiled.  "We'll take care of you.
You'll look like you own the place tomorrow."

   "Oh, thank you!"

   Ms.  Chloe led her back into a private dressing area and pointed to a
small wooden platform.

   "Now, stand up here please.  Molly is just going to take a few
measurements." Molly, a pleasant-looking woman in her 40s approached with a
tape measure and began calling out the numbers to Ms.  Chloe, who wrote
them down.  They did everything - neck, arms, legs, and the usual. 
Everything was what Cori expected until they said her bust was 38.

   "38?" she asked.  "But I wear a 36C bra."

   "That might be what you wear, my dear," Ms.  Chloe said
matter-of-factly, "but that doesn't mean that's what you SHOULD wear."

   "A lot of women wear the wrong size bras," Molly continued.  "And a lot
of women have their breasts change size as they grow older and mature. 
When's the last time you were fitted for a bra?"

   "Um, fitted?  Never," Cori said.  "I just put on what seemed right, you
know."

   "Well, you probably were wearing the wrong size," Molly said.  And I
haven't worn a bra for a long time, so my breasts might actually be bigger,
Cori suddenly realized.  Maybe Greg and all those guys who swore she was
bigger than a 36C were right.

   "Let's start with the bras and panties," Ms.  Chloe said.  "Are you
uncomfortable undressing in front of us?  If so, we'll give you some
privacy."

   "No, that's OK," Cori said without thinking.  She wasn't nervous, but
she had forgotten about her little thong and the ripped catsuit top.  What
would they think of her?  Well, she was about to find out, she supposed. 
She removed her shoes and vest first, then pulled down her skirt.  Now she
stood before them with only the white catsuit top on and the tube top
underneath.  She reached between her legs and unsnapped the catsuit and
peeled it up her lean body.  Finally, she removed the tube top and stood
before them, naked.  If they judged her attire or appearance, they made no
show of it.

   "OK, here's a 36C bra," Molly said, stepping onto the platform and
slipping the bra over Cori's shoulders.  To her surprise, Cori realized the
bra really wasn't the right size.  It felt tight and constricting and she
knew her tits were spilling out way too much.

   "I guess I have grown," Cori said.

   "Do you often go without bras?" Ms.  Chloe asked, no hint of judgment in
her voice.

   "Well, yes," Cori said, feeling her face grow red with shame.

   "Don't feel bad, my dear," Ms.  Chloe said.  "If I had breasts like
yours, I wouldn't wear a bra either, I suppose.  It's OK sometimes, but I
think you'll agree that it will be appropriate for your job.  Especially
with those nipples you have.  I'm sure those present problems at times."

   "They sure do," Cori laughed.

   Molly returned with a 38C bra, but Cori's breasts still spilled out. 
Finally, a 38D was just right.  "38D," Cori thought, "Greg was right after
all."

   "Now, let's talk about panties," Ms.  Chloe said.  "I noticed you had
basically a thong on before.  Is that what you prefer?"

   "Well, they're OK," Cori said.  "But I want to be professional at work."

   "It's not like you're going to be flashing your undies," Ms.  Chloe
said, and Cori bit her tongue.  "But thongs can be a little obvious at
times.  Still, I can tell you're a sexy young girl and the usual cotton
panties might not be your thing.  Have you tried French cut panties?  Nice,
high on the hip, very cute."

   Molly brought her a pair of light blue ones and Cori tried them on,
noting to herself how strange it felt to be wearing underwear that didn't
split her ass cheeks.  It felt nice and she nodded her approval.  Molly set
aside several bras and panties and they moved on.

   Over the next hour, Ms.  Chloe selected a number of business suits for
Cori - sensible skirts with matching jackets, tight button-down shirts,
dressy but sensible heels.  The clothes were trendy and appropriate both
for Cori's age and profession.  She would look good, but not slutty.  She
loved it.  She had never dressed with such class before and she was
thrilled at the change - she felt different just trying them on.  What she
really liked was that these clothes were still flattering to her figure and
her femininity while being very businesslike at the same time.

   When they were done, Cori had two dozen suits, a dozen pairs of shoes
and plenty of bras and panties and hose.  She was set.  About that time,
Harris came back and didn't even blink at the number of items they had
selected - one of which was being tailored while they waited so she could
wear it tomorrow.

   "Cori, there are some very nice dresses over there that a young lady
might like to wear for a dinner party or an evening on the town," he said,
giving her a quick wink that sent her a signal that he wanted her to pick
something sexy and revealing.  "Why don't you pick out one or two and we'll
add them to the pile."

   "Gee, thanks," she smiled.  "You're the best uncle ever." She realized
that he couldn't pick them for her or it would look odd - and uncle picking
a slutty dress for his niece.  He was trusting her to pick her own.  What a
novel concept.  Cori liked the idea.  She looked through the evening
dresses and found a slinky backless number with a deeply scooped neck line
and a very short hemline.  She tried one on, found it fit just right, and
replaced it with one two sizes smaller.  Tits and ass and leg would be
spilling out everywhere for him.  She didn't show it to him for fear he'd
be put in the awkward position of having to veto it in front of Ms.  Chloe,
so she simply tossed it in with everything else and Harris asked, "How
much?"

   Ms.  Chloe rang up the total - which was more than most cars cost, Cori
thought - and then Molly came up and said, "Cori, do you have a nice bag
for work?"

   "No," Cori said.  "But..."

   "Add it on," Harris said.

   "I'll throw it in for free," Ms.  Chloe said.  "You've earned a little
reward.  And I like your niece very much.  She's going places, I can tell.
A very impressive young lady.  You should be very proud."

   "I am," he said.  Then he leaned over and whispered in Cori's ear.  "And
very horny too." She just nodded, giving nothing away.  She was back in her
white tube top and mini skirt and heels.  She hadn't bothered putting the
catsuit top back on, so her belly was bare.  She had asked Ms.  Chloe if
she could wear a pair of the panties out of the store and had pretended she
would put them on in the dressing room, but had merely stuffed them under
the bench and was completely nude under her skirt.  She knew Harris would
want her soon and a braless panty-less slut was always a popular companion
for a horny man.  Considering how much he had spent on her, she owed him
the best she had to offer.

   When they got back in the car, Harris promptly yanked down her tube top,
exposing her breasts.  Anyone walking by in the parking lot would have been
treated to a show, but they were alone for the moment and Harris took
advantage of the opportunity to tug on her nipples and feel them harden
between his fingertips.

   "Do you like your new wardrobe?" he asked, finally letting go of her
nipples and starting the car.

   "Very much," she nodded.  "Thank you so much."

   "Talk is cheap," Harris grinned.  "I prefer that you show me your
gratitude."

   Cori made sure her door was locked and turned so that her back was
against it.  She put her left leg over the back of the seat and kept her
right foot on the floor.  She raised her ass and pulled her skirt up.  Bare
pussy stared Harris in his lusty eyes.

   "That's what I'm talking about," he said.  "That's a nice piece of
gratitude right there.  Now if you can just convince me it's ... you know
... sincere."

   They drove along the busy streets, Cori basically naked in the front
seat.  She rubbed her clit and stroked her pussy lips and licked her
nipples.  Nothing was more sincere, she figured, than a wet pussy,
throbbing clit and rock-hard nipples.

   "That's looking pretty sincere," Harris said.  He was driving quickly,
anxious to get home and lay into her.  He had nothing planned.  He just
wanted to get her out of the car and feel that creamy cunt around his cock.
He didn't know if he'd come in her or on her or what and he didn't care
right now.  He just needed release and he needed it fast.  He grabbed
Cori's arm and pulled her so she sat up.  "Like I said, talk is cheap," he
said through gritted teeth.  He grabbed the back of her head and she knew
what to do, adjusting in the seat so she could lower her mouth to his cock.
She sucked him hard, then just relaxed her throat and let Harris take it as
he pushed her head down on his cock.  She felt his desire and knew an
orgasm would come very quickly.

   They pulled into the garage and Harris pushed her off his cock and
jumped out of the car.  Cori did too, prepared to run to the bedroom, but
Harris simply threw her against the hood of the car, pushing her face down
against the hood.  He spread her legs and lunged inside her with a strong
thrust.  He hammered her cunt with the fury of a man denied good pussy far
longer than he had been, oblivious to the fact that the garage door was
still open and anyone walking by could easily see the banging in the
shadows of the garage.  Cori hoped no one would come by, but if they did,
she couldn't do anything about it.  Harris was re-claiming her body and
there would be no getting out from under him until he was finished.  Not
that she wanted to.  His hard cock was driving her crazy and she sped
toward a climax, only to be denied as Harris blasted a thick wad all over
her ass and back.

   "Now that's what I call a wax job," Harris said, standing back to admire
his work.  "Rub that in.  It's good for your complexion."

   Cori reached behind her and dutifully rubbed thecum around on her skin,
letting it slowly dry into a sticky coating.  She put her fingers to her
lips and licked them clean, one finger at a time.  Only when all the cum
was off her hands and rubbed into her back did she stand up and move toward
the door, Harris close on her heels.

   "Sorry, my pet," he said, playfully swatting her ass, "but I have a
lecture to attend tomorrow morning in Charlotte.  I have to go.  I'll be
back tomorrow evening to pick you up from work.  Until then, I'm sure Ty
will keep a good eye on you."

   "That's for sure," Ty grinned, already rubbing his crotch in
anticipation.  He hated going even a day without a piece of Cori.  He was
revved up and ready, but he wasn't desperate.  He gave Cori some space.  He
let her wash up and change her clothes while he ordered pizza and Harris
headed on his way.

   "Anything in particular you want me to wear?" Cori asked out of habit.

   "Nope," Ty said.  "You wear what you want now.  Surprise me."

   This was different.  New place, new relationship, Cori thought.  Well,
that was good, because she had wanted to start being independent, control
her own sex life.  Obviously, she had made concessions for Harris and Ty,
but she hadn't been blackmailed into either deal.  She made both willingly
with the ground rules clearly stated.  Obviously, Ty had taken it to heart
and, while he was certainly going to fuck her, was going to let her take
more of the lead.  Ty had always been respectful, but also very aggressive
during sex.  He fucked her hard every time and he liked the dirty talk, the
ass-fucking, deepthroating, dick-slapping, spanking and occasional bondage.
She wondered if he'd be able to turn that off when they actually started
fucking.  She doubted it and, frankly, hoped not.  She had always liked
that about him.  Ty played no games, kept no secrets.  That's why she knew
he liked and respected and cared about her.  He couldn't hide those
feelings and he didn't try to, just like he didn't try to pretend that he
wanted to do anything but ream her out when he got a good ass-fuck going.
There was no going slow and saying "are you all right, baby?" With Ty in
the moment, it was "Take it all the way up your fucking ass, you little
slut." And he would likely punctuate it with a hair pull, ass slap or
nipple tug.  There was no holding back with Ty.

   Harris had gotten Cori's pussy warmed up and she found herself anxious
to be filled with Ty's big cock, which was quite capable of sending her to
orgasm.  After a quick shower to remove Harris' residue, Cori stood in her
closet, trying to decide what to wear.  Ty had ordered pizza, so he
intended to stay in.  She hoped to take a dip in the swimming pool after
dinner, so she put on little pink thong bikini bottom and heels.  On top,
her breasts had been squeezed in by that tube top all day and she wanted to
let them have a little room and be comfortable.  Plus, she wanted to test
Ty a little - would he really be OK with it if she wore something not too
sexy?  She put on white t-shirt that was too short and hung loosely over
her navel.  It fit snugly but comfortably over her breasts, which were free
to bounce and jiggle without restraint, but she was showing no cleavage, no
undercleavage and her nipples, though noticeable, weren't obscenely poking
through.

   She looked at herself in the mirror.  The pink heels and thong were
certainly sexy, but the t-shirt was modest enough -- maybe not for most
girls, but for her.  And Ty definitely would have picked something
different.  To spice it up a bit, she put on her nipple rings, making the
nipples a little more pronounced under her t-shirt.

   She heard him answer the door and assumed the pizza had been dropped
off. She walked confidently into the living room where Ty sat, the pizza
sitting on the coffee table along with two glasses of wine.  Cori didn't
prance around or give him a show.  She simply plopped down next to him and
leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza.

   He eyed her as he took a bite of pizza, his eyes lingering on her long
legs.  If he disapproved of her t-shirt, he made no such comment.

   "So, how was the new job?" he asked, leaning back and glancing at the
TV, which showed a football game.

   "Really cool," Cori said between bites.  "I think it's going to be fun."
She didn't tell him about the accidental flashing or the subsequent bra
bet. She could trust Ty, she knew, but what was there to tell?  She had
messed up and they had been cool about it.  She didn't know what to think
about the bra bet she had lost, but she sorta assumed they had been joking.
And even if not, well, surely with the bosses around, there would be no
opportunities for them to make her pay up.  And they were professionals. 
They wouldn't risk their careers.  No, she'd show up tomorrow in her new
suit and they would see she was serious and the matter would never be
brought up again.  She convinced herself she was right.

   "How about your new job?" she asked.  "Is Harris getting you set up at
the motor pool on campus?"

   "Yeah, I met with them today and start next week," Ty said, putting his
hand on her thigh.  "Seem like cool guys.  What do you think of Harris?"

   "He's been great so far," Cori said.  "I mean, the house, the jobs, the
clothes, school.  And I think he means it when he says he wants to be
discreet, so I don't think I'll have to do too much crazy stuff, you know?"

   "Walking you like a dog wasn't crazy?" Ty grinned.  "Yeah, you know I
watched."

   "Yeah, I figured," Cori laughed.  "No, I don't mean that.  You know I'm
open for all that kind of stuff.  It's fun.  But I mean the dangerous
stuff. The public sex.  The being showed off and shared and paraded around.
It can be fun, but it just gets too scary sometimes, you know?"

   "I know," Ty said.  "Those guys in St.  Thomas took things too far,
didn't they?"

   "Yeah, and so did my step-dad," Cori said.  "He was actually worse. 
Lots worse."

   "I wish I had been there to do something about it," Ty said.  Cori knew
he would have and that Crisp and his men would have had their hands full.
Ty wasn't a man to be messed with.  "Well, I don't think we have to worry
about that with Harris.  Did you see the truck he got for us?"

   "No," Cori said.  "Where is it?"

   "It was in the garage," Ty laughed.  "I guess you had your mind - and
pussy - on other things!"

   "I guess," Cori laughed.  She got up to go see the truck and felt Ty tug
on her thong, pulling her back.  He squeezed her ass and groped between her
legs, palming her pussy.  Then he got up too and showed her the truck.  It
was a full-size pickup truck, bright red with leather seats.

   "Just two years old and only 30,000 miles," Ty said.  "He said he always
wanted one anyway, so he bought it and he's going to let us use whenever we
need.  So, I'll give you a ride to work tomorrow.  I hope you remember how
to get there."

   "I do," Cori said.  "Can we go for a ride?"

   "Sure," Ty said, "but I'll warn you.  This ride might have the same sort
of ending the last one you took with Harris did.  Hope you like the hood of
this truck as much as you do that little car of his." He laughed and opened
the door for her, putting his hand on her ass unnecessarily to help her
into the cab.  When she went to put on her seat belt, she realized
something was different.  Ty climbed in the driver's side, already
grinning.

   "What's wrong?" he asked.  "Can't figure out the seat belts?  Well, I
was a little confused at first, but Harris showed me.  He did some
customizing with you in mind.  I'm not sure what he told the boys at the
motor pool, but I'm just going to play dumb if they ask me."

   "Why are there so many belts?" Cori asked.  "And why are they all made
of silk?"

   "They're not made of silk," Ty said.  "They are regular belts covered by
silk.  They're just as strong as regular belts, though.  If you need to use
just one, the original is still behind you - it's the one that isn't
covered.  The others are for greater restriction in special circumstances."

   "Like what?" Cori asked.

   "Like when one of us wants to play with you while we drive," Ty said. 
"Here, spread your legs." Cori did, so that the inside of her knees were
pressed against the outer edges of the bucket seat.  There were two straps
coming out of a single slot out of the front of the seat, right between her
knees.  Ty wrapped one strap around her left leg, the other around her
right, reaching across her to buckle the straps into clips on the floor.

   "Try to squeeze your legs together," Ty said.  Cori tried, but they
wouldn't budge.  Her thighs were spread, providing an open invitation to
her pussy.  Ty accepted, rubbing his hand over her crotch, feeling her
moist heat through the thin bikini bottom.

   "Now, put your arms behind you around both sides of the seat," Ty said.

   "This isn't going to hurt, is it?" Cori asked.

   "I don't think so," Ty said.  "I think it's going to feel really good."

   Cori trusted Ty and put her hands behind the seat.  Her hands couldn't
touch each other, but Ty looped straps that came from behind the seat
around both wrists and snapped it to a clip in the long bench seat behind
them.  Now, her legs were spread wide, her arms were back and her chest
thrust out and up.  Ty pulled another strap across her chest, positioning
it directly under her tits.  This then pulled up and slightly behind her,
clipping into a notch on the head rest of his seat.  The upward action
lifted her tits even higher.  A second strap went across the top of her
breasts, criss-crossed with the other belt and clipped into the base of the
driver's seat.  The downward pull forced the strap to dig into her flesh,
making her tits jut out all the more.

   "Now that's a picture," Ty grinned at his prize, so lewdly displayed in
the passenger seat.  Tits and pussy were open and easy to grope, even while
driving.  "How does it feel?"

   "Not bad," Cori said.  "It's tight though.  Not much room to move."

   "The belts aren't digging into you?"

   "No," Cori said.  "They're soft.  They don't hurt at all." Cori had been
tied up many times, so this didn't freak her out.  She did think briefly
about the dangers of an accident or the possibility of being seen like
this. But the windows were tinted on the sides, so the only way someone
could see her would be through the front windshield.  Harris' eye toward
discretion was the reason for this, no doubt.  As far as safety, she'd have
to trust Ty to be careful, which she did.

   Ty closed her door and hopped in the driver's side a moment later,
holding a pair of scissors.  Cori had an idea what he wanted to do with
those.  He sat in his seat on his knees and reached across and grabbed her
left breast, pulling her t-shirt up away from her body.  Capturing the
extended material between the scissor blades, he neatly sliced a hole in
the shirt.  When he let it go, it formed a nice large circle opening over
her breast.  He repeated the procedure for the right breast.  He then used
his hands to enlarge the openings, leaving only a strip of cloth between
her tits, which popped out like a pair of over-inflated balloons, ready to
pop.  The pressure of the belts made them look and feel swollen, growing
darker in color.

   Ty flipped open a small compartment in the ceiling of the car, just
above Cori.  Out dropped two slender elastic bands.  Both were secured on
one end inside the compartment and had clips on the other ends.  They both
were just about an inch short of reaching Cori's tits, but their stretchy
elasticity allowed them to easily reach her breasts.  Ty clipped both ends
of the bands to her nipple rings, the slight tug pulling her nipples and
breasts even further toward the roof of the car.

   "Does that hurt at all?" he asked.

   "No," Cori said, grunting as she tried to wriggle her body to get into a
more comfortable position.  "There's plenty of give in those bands.  They
don't hurt, they just, well, they feel good."

   "Good," Ty said.  "That's the idea.  Want to feel really good?" Without
waiting for an answer, he pulled an 8-inch dildo from the glove
compartment. He unclasped her legs and lifted her off the seat, pulling the
bikini bottoms to the side.  He positioned the dildo underneath her and
dropped her onto it, all eight inches filling her wet pussy.  He
re-strapped her legs and looked at his prize once more.  There she sat, her
legs spread, her tits out, her nipples linked to the ceiling, her arms
secured behind her, her pussy stuffed with a dildo.  She had a little
movement, but not a lot.  She couldn't really move her legs, but she had a
little ability to lift her ass off the seat and could wriggle her torso. 
She could move just enough, she realized, to fuck herself with that dildo.

   Ty sat in his seat and started the truck.

   "We're actually going for a ride?" Cori asked, a little surprised.

   "Oh yeah," Ty said.  "Harris said this thing is great for off-road and
that there's this really hilly, bumpy field a lot of the college kids like
to run around on not far from here.  I thought it might be fun to try it
out.  And I think it might be extra-fun for you."

   The truck bumped over the curb as they backed out of the driveway,
tossing Cori up as far as her bonds would allow.  As she dropped back down,
the dildo sunk fully into her and her nipples received a friendly tug from
the elastic bands.  "Oooh," she said, grunting.  She was uncomfortable, no
doubt about that, but there was also no denying that one little bump had
felt really good.  What would a series of bumps and jerks do to her
exposed, hyper-sensitive body?  It was an interesting idea.

   Ty reached between her legs, feeling the dampness of her pussy lips
wrapped around that dildo.  "What do you think?" he teased.  "I think I
know what your pussy wants already."

   "I want the same thing," Cori giggled.  "I think." She felt horny and
naughty and very self-conscious, reminding herself that the tinted windows
were shielding her from view.  Still, looking at the truck in front of them
at the stop light, she wondered if the driver was looking at her through
the rearview mirror.  And, if so, what was he thinking?  For a moment she
thought about a potential problem - someone calling the cops, thinking she
had been abducted by Ty.  This was a little more risky than she liked to
think about, so she just thought about how good that dildo was feeling
right now and tried to imagine an off-road course literally bucking her
into orgasmic ecstasy right here in this truck.

   "This must be it," Ty announced as they approached a dirt and rock field
with splotches of long grass and weeds.  It had been dry for weeks or this
area would surely have been a big mud pit.  Two other trucks were wheeling
around in the mess already and Ty gunned the engine, quickly joining the
fray.  The trucked leaped over a large boulder and thudded against a huge
mound of dirt.  It dipped into a large hole and bounced over a pile of
rocks.  Cori was shaken up and down and side to side, her breasts slapping
into each other, then pulling sharply against the elastic bands as her
nipples stretched, then snapped back.  Her pussy rode the dildo, clamping
it securely inside her velvety sleeve as she let it massage her most
sensitive areas.

   She found herself looking ahead, trying to anticipate the next bump or
bounce.  So, she closed her eyes, giving her body over to the mercy of the
truck and her bonds and this brutal yet wonderful terrain.  These rocks had
never been put to a better purpose, she thought, as her pussy warmed and
began to cream, slowly at first, then building into a churning tunnel of
juice that bubbled and surged, ready to spill all over that wonderful
dildo.

   Suddenly, the truck stopped and Cori moaned.  Denied again, she thought.
But Ty was looking at her, smiling with lust.  "They call this the
gauntlet," he said, pointing ahead to a long series of rocks that had been
moved into sort of course.  She could see the rocks were a mixture of large
and small and they seemed to go on for over 200 yards.  She could
practically feel the truck rocking up and down like a ship in a storm and
thought about that dildo thrusting relentlessly in and out of her.  She
nearly came then as she nodded her approval for Ty to proceed.  He gunned
the engine and they were off, lifting off the ground several times, then
crashing back down as that eight-inch dildo felt like it went nine inches
deep.  She came half way through the gauntlet and came three more times by
the time Ty had completed his third pass.

   She was sweaty and wet and totally spent, held up now by her bonds. 
"Ready to go home and fuck all night?" Ty asked, easing the truck back onto
the road.

   "Anything you say," Cori grinned.  Her nipples ached, her arms and legs
were fatigued by the strain, her pussy felt red and swollen and raw, yet
she couldn't remember feeling this good in a long time.  "Wow, I love this
truck!"

   When they got home, Ty undid her bonds and helped her out of the truck.
She was stiff, but already she had regained her strength and was feeling
fine.  She walked around, half-naked in the dark garage, while Ty put the
straps all away.  Then, chuckling, he said, "You sure did make a mess in
here."

   "Oh, my," Cori said, frowning at the large dark stain on the seat.  They
had used no lube, so that was 100 percent pussy juice.  "That's going to
stain."

   "Yeah," Ty frowned.  "Tell you what.  Go put some clothes on and we'll
run to the car wash.  We'll see if they can get it out."

   Cori ran inside and threw on pair of denim shorts over her bikini
bottoms and replaced the shredded t-shirt with a pink halter top that
matched her pink heels.  They drove quickly to a car wash that did auto
detailing, getting there 15 minutes before they closed.  Ty explained that
they had a stain they needed removed and Cori got out to show it to the
manager on duty, a heavy set man with gapped teeth and greasy hair under a
green baseball cap.  The name tag on his uniform said "Gus."

   Gus eyed Cori approvingly, but not too lustily, aware of Ty's presence.
"What sort of stain is it?" he asked.

   Ty just smiled and Cori blushed.  "Um, it's a warm, sticky liquid," Ty
offered.  "It just happened about 30 minutes ago.  It's still fresh, so
hopefully it's not too late."

   Gus leaned forward, pressing his nose to the seat, then stood up,
grinning.  "I know that smell," he said, looking at Cori.  "You've been a
naughty girl, haven't you?"

   "Depends on how you define naughty," Cori teased.

   "Getting cunt cream all over a truck seat sure don't make you no angel,"
Gus teased, eyeing Ty carefully to make sure he hadn't offended him.  "But
don't get me wrong, it does make you a damn fine bitch, no offense."

   "None taken," Cori said quickly before Ty took things the wrong way. 
"So, can you help a naughty bitch out and remove that stain?"

   "Yep," Gus said.  "We can help you out.  You two can have a seat inside
there and we'll have you fixed up in a jiffy."

   "Got a restroom?" Ty asked, giving the man a wink.

   "Yep," Gus said.  "Just inside and to the left.  There's no lock, but
you should be our last customers tonight.  This will take about 15 minutes.
Not sure how long you need."

   "That will be fine," Ty said.  He led Cori inside and straight into the
bathroom, pushing her to her knees.  He dropped his pants and fed his cock
to her, a hearty meal she had enjoyed many times before.

   "Just think, slut," Ty said, quickly reverting back to his hardcore
name-calling style.  "Those guys are all out there cleaning up your big
puddle of pussy cream.  They all know what it is and where it came from and
what a little slut you are.  They all know you're in here sucking my cock.
They all know."

   Those words stuck out to Cori and she hoped this wasn't the sort of
thing that would jeopardize her discreet relationship with Harris.  No
offense to the car wash staff, but she doubted they traveled in the same
circles as Harris and hoped if word of a cock-sucking slut at the car wash
ever reached Harris, it would be filtered enough times that he would never
suspect her.

   Either way, it was too late to change it now.  Half a dozen guys were
smelling her cunt cream right now and her throat was already filled with
Ty's cock.  There was no undoing any of it.  She was just thinking that
when the door to the restroom flung open and she realized that the entire
staff was now watching the show.

   "Didn't take as long as we thought," Gus shrugged to Ty.  "It's all
clean.  Looks like she's cleaning you pretty good, too."

   "Damn straight," Ty grunted.  "This bitch is the best cocksucker you've
ever seen.  Watch this." He pulled his big 10-inch cock out so they could
all see what Cori was dealing with, then put his hands on the back of her
head and slid it back into her, balls deep.  She swallowed it like a pro,
smiling to herself at the small round of applause that her cock swallowing
demonstration brought.  The encore came a few minutes later when Ty pulled
back so everyone could see him pour a stream of cum into Cori's mouth as
she slurped it up like a kid drinking from a hose.  She swallowed steadily,
catching and consuming it all until Ty finally wiped his softening cock
clean in her hair and stuffed his manhood back into his pants.

   "What do I owe you for the cleaning?" Ty asked Gus.

   "Not a fucking cent," Gus gleamed.  "Just promise us you'll come back
again."

   "Will do," Ty said.  "Thanks."

   Cori stood up and gave them a small wave, licking the last remnants of
cum off her lips as she moved through the small crowd, following Ty to the
door.  Just a couple hours ago she had told Ty she felt safe here.  No
bondage, no crazy public sex.  So what had just happened?  She wasn't sure,
but she knew she regretted none of it.

   She slept with a clean conscious that night, awakened in the dark by a
knock at the door.  Not the door of her room or the house, but her back
door.  Ty was in bed with her and his cock was hard again.  He had spread
her ass cheeks and was poking the head of his cock against her puckered
anus.  "Wake up, bitch," he said softly.

   "What time is it?" Cori moaned.

   "Time for your 4 a.m.  reaming," Ty said.  "Get up and get my cock wet
before I dry-fuck the shit out of your ass."

   Cori sat up in the dark, the moonlight through the window illuminating
the impressive shadow of his 10-inch cock.  She licked and sucked and spit
all over it, lathering it as best she could.  When he turned her over and
took his position behind her, his cock wasn't as slick as she would have
liked, but there was no holding him off any longer.  He did take enough
time to spit on his fingers and stuff them into her ass, making the entry
way just a little bit looser before his cock forced its way inside her.  He
put his hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into the pillow,
his cock driving down into her tight ass.

   "Take that big cock, you fucking slut," Ty taunted.  "Harris fuck you
like this?  I didn't think so.  This is the biggest, best cock you'll ever
have.  You know you want it.  Take it all the way up your ass.  Yeah, you
little whore, that's it!"

   As Ty typically did, especially when fucking her ass, he banged her
violently.  He slapped her ass and pulled her hair and held her head down,
making it hard for her to breath.  Cori knew Ty would never hurt her on
purpose, but she always worried in the back of her mind that he might do it
by accident.  He was so obsessed and possessed when he got like this that
restraint was gone.  He put 100 percent effort into his fucking, an
aggression that was attractive and stimulating, but also scary.  Cori was a
strong, flexible girl, but she was no match for a wild and powerful Ty. 
She had long ago learned not to fight his thrusts.  She let her body go as
limp as she could and simply took it - all his weight and energy and power
seemingly concentrated into that 10-inch rod that pistoned relentlessly in
and out of her.  Finally, he pulled out, turned her over and sprayed his
load all over her belly and tits and face, not bothering to aim in the
dark, just happy that he was drenching her with his cum.

   Cori didn't even bother to get up and clean off.  She simply fell back
asleep, the cum sticking to her body as it dried.  She awoke two hours
later to the sound of the alarm.  The short, fuck-filled night was over. 
It was time to go to work.