Author: SerenaJ
Title: Technical Services
Part: Helen #3
Summary: Trouble working with intra-department staff? Helen has
some pointers on team building. Another in the ongoing Helen
stories...
Keywords: F+, cons, oral, job, toys


Technical Services


Denise was a cherub – all soft and curvy.  Truly voluptuous, not
flabby or out of shape.  With her figure, the golf shirt and
khaki pants were almost attractive.  She short hair surrounded an
angelic face with cottony light brown curls.  She could not have
been more than 22, 25 tops and at 5 foot 2, looked like something
sweet to eat.

At least that is what Helen thought when the ‘child’ arrived
first thing that morning to upgrade the computer software.  Helen
had just logged in when the little cutie entered unannounced.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t think anybody was in yet.”

Helen managed not to drool. “I don’t think we’ve met. You are?”

“Denise, IT.  I’m new.  Mari wanted me to install this patch
before everyone came in and…”

“…And I get a pretty early start.” Looking at her too hard could
qualify as seduction of the innocent, “I’m Helen.  Here, you sit
and do what you need to do.”

Helen stood and let the girl take her place at the computer.  For
all her apparent youth and shyness, she was adept at the computer
ad had the update finished in no time.  Instead of leaving,
however, she looked at Helen oddly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Anything to keep her sitting there.”

“It’s about the health insurance.”

“Oh.” Helen was hoping for a much more personal question. “Well,
you should really ask Traci about that.  She’s HR.”

“I know.  I just wondered…well, it covers ‘domestic partners’ and
I was wondered if anyone actually uses that.”

In other words, do we have any gay employees? ‘The plot
thickens’, Helen thought, ‘personal interest or prude?’

“Well of course, I can’t answer that specifically – that is
confidential info.”

“Oh, yeah, but you know, kinda generally?”

“Generally. Hmm. Ok, generally, to my knowledge, either have or
have had staff using all levels of our health care package.” 
That was vague enough to work as company policy.

The girl frowned.

“I’m sorry, but you may not be able to find out what you need to
know with out a closed door session with a manager, ok?”

Denise bit her lip and nodded, “Ok.” She got up.

And closed the door.

“You’re a manager, right?”

Not the breach of protocol Helen had planned to start her day
with.

“Well, yes but for Accounting and acting only.  You should really
be speaking with Mari or Traci.”

“I don’t want Mari or Traci.” That said far more than Denise
intended, “I mean, they won’t tell me what I need to know.”

Helen reached over and switched her phone to DND, “You want to
know if I’m lesbian.” If that was where this conversation was
going, Helen wanted to get it there in a hurry.”

Denise was a bit stunned by the directness though, “Uh, yeah.”
She looked like she wanted to melt through the floor.  Helen let
her stew for a moment enjoying the pink flush that washed over
the girl’s pretty face.  Face of a saint, mind of a sinner.

“I’m not. Sorry.”  Denise look crest fallen.  It was hard enough
to take such a risk, harder still to be let down.  Helen took
pity on the child, “I’m bi.”

By the look on her face, Denise did not seem sure she had heard
clearly, “Bi?”

“Bi.”

“Oh.”

“Which, by the way, you would already know if you were standing
here,” Helen pointed directly in front of herself. “instead of
over there.”

Denise regained some composure.  By the time she was beside
Helen, her naturally beatific smile had reappeared and her bright
eyes were lit with mischief.

“Better idea.” She said, “Sit down, please.”

“Sit?”  Helen sat.

“I’ve been watching you all week.” Denise said as she hopped on
to Helen’s desk.  She kissed Helen firmly, “Not a coffee
drinker?”

“Haven’t had my first cup yet.”

“Oh.” The angelic child was busy slipping off her pants and lacy
undies, “So you need a morning wake up.” She put one lovely,
rounded calf on Helen’s shoulder. “Too forward, you think?”

Helen stoked the mocha colored thighs spread before her and
watched Denise twitch, “Just a tad, but I like a girl who knows
what she wants.”  She kissed down the girl’s thighs tickling the
inside of a dimpled knee with her tongue.

Someone knock on Helen’s door.  Helen pause long enough to call
out, I’m on the phone, I’ll open the door when I’m free.”  The
knocker went away and Helen turned back to the unexpected delight
before her.

The mass of curls above mirrored the ones below; Helen used one
finger to part them.  Denise cooed.

“Shh.” Helen cautioned, “Remember, I’m on the phone in here.” She
flicked the finger over the girl’s clit causing her to nearly
yelp.  Helen teased her fingers over and around the lovely little
snack until they glistened as if buttered.  Then, unable to
resist, she used her tongue to explore the same territory. 
Denise squirmed and whimpered.  Helen thrust her tongue deeply
into the girl and had to hold back her own moans of pleasure. 
She knew that time was short and eventually one of her staff
would check to see if the door was locked so she decided to aim
for quick and intense.  Helen could just feel Denise’s hips
beginning to tease when jarring sound of a vibrator against the
floor surprised them both.

“Oh, God,” Denise gasped, “My pager. Mari.” She reached for the
item limply.

Helen picked up Denise’s discarded pants and founded the
offending object.  She handed the pager to Denise and dialed
Mari’s extension on speaker with her free hand.  While it rang,
Denise struggled to breath normally.

“I T.” Mari’s voice rang out.

“It’s Denise.” She sounded almost normal if you could not see her
struggling not to cum.

Helen ignored their conversation and pulled Denise’s pants on. 
She deliberately kicked the girl’s lacy white panties under the
desk.  When the call ended, Helen silenced Denise’s frantic
whispers about her underwear with a deep French kiss and finger
fucked the girl to a proper orgasm.  She let Denise help lick her
fingers clean.

Then quickly she guided her to the door saying, “Now, if you have
any other questions, don’t be shy.”  The girl had to rush to
buckle her pants before anyone noticed them, “It’s hard being
new, but you’ll fit in just fine.  Have you met the rest of the
Accounting Department yet?”

She had not.  Helen made smooth introductions and got a start on
the day’s exciting assortment of debits and credits.

The rest of the morning was nowhere near as interesting and Helen
began to wish for a lunch snack as tasty as breakfast.  Lunch,
unfortunately, was spent in the staff room reading the latest
issue of Journal of Accountancy.

When she returned to her desk, there was an e-mail from Mari.

Meeting Request.  Today.  5:15pm.  Confirm?  She checked her
calendar; she would have to cut her department meeting short but
they would probably end early anyway.  There was no hint as to
the subject but Helen had two strong guesses:  either Mari had a
new budget expenditure (which was possible) or Denise’s morning
adventure had not gone unnoticed (which was more likely.)

Helen confirmed the meeting and updated her calendar.  The rest
of the day she spent updating the depreciation schedule, which
was an arduous task, but one she had put off for too long.  The
method, overall, was sound but the spreadsheet had some petty
errors and inconsistencies that the prior manager had manually
corrected each month instead of permanently fixing.  Helen was
pretty pleased with the new links and formatting by the time the
department meeting started.  When it ended, she had Sage do the
end of day reports and shut down everything.  Helen locked her
own office and went down to I/T.

Mari was one of those people everyone knew, not just because of
her position but because she made a point of knowing everyone. 
She had a great laugh and an outgoing persona, which had
frequently made people remark that she was nothing like the
computer geeks usually habiting I/T departments.  Helen had also
heard that for all her charm when she smiled, Mari was Satan
incarnate when she was pissed out.

As Helen entered the I/T office, the garage-like feel of it
struck her.  Computers and computer parts seemed strewn
everywhere.  A steady hum of a processor droned from everywhere
and nowhere at once.  Mari’s office door was partially blocked by
a cart covered with slot cards of which Helen could not begin to
guess the uses.  She tapped on the door as she peered in, “You
needed to see me?”

Mari, as expected, was typing intently, “Gimme a sec. Sit.”  Her
whole focus was on the screen before her.  She began speaking
again, in what sounded like code and Helen was lost until she
realized that Mari was wearing a headset as well.  After that,
Helen sat back and watched Mari do…whatever I/T people do.

It was the first time Helen had taken a good look at Mari.  She
was impressed.



“Later.” Mari ended the call with an abrupt – at least to Helen –
click and turned to face her, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem.  Some things can’t wait.”

“True.  Some things can’t.”

They stared at each other.

“Denise tells me she did your update.”

Helen nodded, “She did.”

“She said you two had a brief meeting.”

Helen nodded again, “We did.”

Mari’s face was uncharacteristically closed.  Helen was not sure
where this conversation was headed but it appeared nowhere good.

Mari sighed, “She said a piece of personal property was mislaid.”

“Was it?” Helen decided to play dumb until she could figure out
Mari’s opinion of this circumstance.

Mari was not playing, “Unless you ate Denise’s Victoria Secrets
as well as her pussy, she would like them back.  Now.”

“Ah, yes.” Lesson #26: Don’t play a player, Helen thought, “I
didn’t bring them down; they’re still under my desk.”

“So she can get them after we’re done?”

“Of course! I hadn’t meant to keep them anyway.  I just wanted to
tease her a little while longer.”

“Good.” She called out, “You can come in now.” Denise’s angelic
smile appeared in the doorway.

“I didn’t want to see you if you weren’t going to give them
back.”

Helen pouted a bit, “You could have asked directly instead of
going to your supervisor.”

“She was going to.” Mari put in, “I asked to be involved.”

“Really?”

“I didn’t believe her.  Helen in Accounting had her lacies? 
Hardly.  Besides, if it was true, she owes you a thank you, and I
wanted to make sure she did it right.” Mari grinned lecherously,
“I am after all her supervisor.”

Helen shivered as the second unexpected thrill of the day ran
through her, “And if she makes any errors, you’ll show her the
proper technique?”

“Of course.”

Denise was behind Mari, already kissing her neck, “You two can
keep this subtle bullshit up all night if you want but I just
want to fuck both of you so…” she began unbuttoning Mari’s shirt.

Not wanting to hold up the festivities, Helen moved around the
desk to join them, “Where ever did you find this child?”

“Programming class I teach over at Community.  She’s brilliant on
the keyboard and insatiable in the sack.  Who could resist her?”

“Don’t look at me.” Helen was already following Denise’s lead and
quickly undressing the girl as Denise finished undressing Mari. 
Mari followed suit and undressed Helen.  It all blossomed into
lots of kissing and stroking bare skin on the floor behind Mari’s
desk.  Helen found herself faced with a pair of big thick mocha
colored nipples so she wasted no time sucking them between her
lips and nibbling them softly.  She groaned and sucked more
insistently when someone began caressing her own breasts.  The
nipples were pulled away from her and Mari’s full thighs appeared
over her face.  Helen stuck out her tongue as Mari’s dark pussy
lowered over her face.  The scent of it made Helen just a bit
heady.  She moaned happily as she licked the think wet lips and
large stiff clit.  This time Helen took her time exploring every
fold and nook.  She was enjoying herself so much in fact that she
was surprised when Mari began grinding her face in earnest.  She
held the woman’s hips to still them and stuck her tongue as deep
as she could inside the pulsing wetness.  When Mari came, Helen
sucked her clit and listened gleefully to her groans of pleasure.

Before Mari finished, Helen felt someone’s fingers toying with
the pool of juices that had lingered between her legs all day. 
She cooed and squirmed with delight.  Someone’s tongue flicked
against her clit sending happy sparks of pleasure across Helen’s
nerves.  The tongue became more insistent.  Then, Helen realized
that they were both there.  She came.

Suddenly, Denise excitedly jumped up, and dashed out of the
office, naked.

Mari growled and swore.

When Denise came back in, Mari lived up to her reputation,
“Stewart!  I don’t care how tempting your ass is, if you ever go
running out of here bare-assed again, you’re fired!  You got
that?”

The poor child looked contrite, “Yes, ma’am.”

“In my office, after hours, door locked.  Only.  Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright.  Come here and apologize properly.”

Denise bound over and kissed Mari deeply, “Sorry.” She leaned
forward and kissed Helen as well, “Sorry.”

“Now,” Mari seemed mollified, “what did you have to go running
out there for anyway?”

“This.” She held up a purse then pulled a large pink vibrator out
of it.

Helen was impressed by the girl’s audacity, “You carry that with
you?”

“I never know when I’m going to need it.” She smiled, “Besides,
it breaks the ice at parties.” She turned it on; the tip of it
began rotating in slow circles, “Who’s first?”

“Helen,” Mari stated, “you owe her for this morning.  Lie back,
Helen, I promise, you’ll enjoy this.”

Denise seemed to be an expert switching between settings and
features and keeping Helen dizzy on the edge of release.  By the
time Denise let her cum – really cum – she was begging for it. 
She did not even attempt to control herself and let loose loudly.

“God damn, girl!” Mari said wryly as Helen was beginning to catch
her breath, “Wake the neighbors, why don’t you?”

“Wow!” Denise began stroking Mari with the vibrator, “I thought I
was loud.”

Helen ignored them, “What is that thing and where can I get one?”

“I’ll pick one up for you.  You can pay me back. “ Denise turned
her full attention to Mari, “Pink or black?”

“Black.  Key’s on my desk.”

Helen watched Denise’s plump mocha ass sashay around the room and
pull a large double-headed black dildo out of the bottom of a
file cabinet.  She walked back over to Mari stroking it lovingly.

As Mari and Denise stroked and kissed each other, it was clear to
Helen that they had been together for sometime.  They had the
practiced art of knowing when each one needed a touch and where.
Finally, Helen could not take merely watching Mari’s tits bounce
as she rode astride Denise.  Helen knelt beside them and began
sucking and kissing them.  Mari groaned then gave one brief
command, “Stewart, eat her.”

Helen felt Denise’s hands tugging her legs and moved to straddle
the girl’s face without releasing Mari’s nipples.  Denise’s
tongue was warm and active.  Helen could not help grinding her
hips against such a talented mouth.

This was always Helen’s favorite moment – when everyone was
fucking or sucking and groaning with pleasure.  Helen wanted to
linger there forever but Denise sucked her clit insistently ad
Mari was pinching her nipples and she knew that fairly soon she
was going to erupt with another vocal orgasm.  She gasped and
moaned feeling the sensation rising.  She knew it would break
soon.

“Quiet!” Mari barked, “Save that loud shit for someone else’s
office.”

Helen whimpered.  Somehow, silencing herself made to orgasm that
much more intense.  She panted while Denise seemed to delight in
pushing her over the edge.  She could feel Mari’s arms around her
and Helen shook trying not to scream.  She could hear Mari
whispering, “Oh yeah, oh shit.” And realized that she was cumming
too.

They both seemed to recover at about the same time and seemed to
have the same idea.  Helen kissed Mari’s lips then kissed
Denise’s – they were drenched in pussy juice.  Mari diddled
Denise with the pink vibrator while sucking her clit.  When the
girl came, she nearly sucked the air out of Helen’s lungs.

“Oh God!” she finally gasped, “I’m not going to be able to walk
for a week!”

Mari chuckled, “You’ll be fine.”  She gave the girl a sharp pat
on the thigh, “Get dressed, clock out and go home.  In that
order.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Despite her claims, Denise seemed energetic enough
to Helen.

“Be on time tomorrow or I’ll let Helen keep those tidy whiteys of
yours.”

Denise started to protest then frowned, “Yes, ma’am.”  She gave
Mari a passionate goodbye kiss and as an after thought gave Helen
another cum-flavored kiss as well.  Then she pulled on her shirt
and pants – without panties or bra – and left.

Helen took her time finding all her clothing and dressed.  By the
time she was done, Mari was dressed and back at her computer.

“Was there anything else you needed?” Helen asked just to see
what Mari would say.

“No.” was her airy reply.

“Ok.”  Helen shrugged.  She did not want any entanglements but so
many people did that she was still surprised when it was just
that easy.  “See you around.”

Mari was already involved with something, “Later.”

Helen left and returned to her own office.  As she shut down her
desk, she noticed an e-mail.  From Mari.  There was no text in
the body, just a one-word subject line.

‘Anytime’