Chapter 6: Alice

I had mixed thoughts as I sat at my desk and watched Sonia move around the office. On the one hand she was the one woman in the office that I had really wanted. If I had been given a choice in the beginning — you can have one and only one — I would have gone for Sonia. On the other hand I currently had more pussy than I ever expected to have and the loss of Sonia did take some of the pressure off of me. Now I only had three women to try and satisfy instead of four. I was looking at Sonia's tight, well shaped ass as she stood at the copier making copies when a voice from behind me said, "Well lover, have you come up with something that your slut can do tonight?" I turned and found Betsy standing behind me.

"I'm thinking on it. I just can't make up my mind whether to ease you into it or just have you jump right in with both feet."

"Best you just push me into the deep end of the pool lover. If you let me wade around in the shallow end first I may chicken out."

"We can talk about it tonight at the bar when we stop with the others for a drink after work."

"Do we have to waste time going there? I'd rather get right to it."

"Yes we do have to stop there. I just decided what slutty thing we are going to do tonight and part of it is going to the bar."

"Give me a hint."

"Oh no. That might give you time to think it over and you might just decide to run home and hide under the bed."

"That bad?"

"Not for me."

She gave me a contemplative look and then said, "Okay, see you there."

I got to the bar first and was sitting at a table with Josh when Betsy came in. The three of us sat there making small talk while the rest of the gang filtered in. After a couple of drinks Betsy and I got up to dance. As soon as we were on the floor Betsy said, "We are wasting precious time lover."

"No we aren't. When we go back to the table you will ask Mary or one of the other girls to watch your purse and then you and I will go out to the parking lot."

"I can't do that! My god, what will the others think?"

"You already know what they will think."

"I do?"

"Sure you do. What do you think when you see Alice heading for the parking lot with one of the guys?"

"I think that she is just such a sl ... oh my."

"That's right babe, you want to be a slut so let's get to it."

"But..."

"No buts babe. A slut doesn't care about what other people think. Do you see Alice giving a shit about what the rest of you are thinking? You want to be a slut so let's go do it."

"But I can't, I just can't. These are the people that I work with."

"Okay, it is your choice, you want to be a slut, you don't want to be a slut, it is all up to you."

We finished the dance and went back to the table. I was sipping my beer when Matty came up to me and said, "Come on honey, let's dance."

As soon as we hit the floor she said, "Any chance of my getting tonight as well as tomorrow?"

"I don't know. My plans are in flux right now. I do have something going, but it might fall through. I'll just have to wait and see."

"Anything I can do to help things fall through?"

"Whoa sweetie, I haven't said that I want things to fall through. In fact, I'm really hoping that they don't."

"Well if they don't work I'll be standing by."

On the way back to the table I saw Betsy watching Matty and me and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn't take me long to find out. I'd no sooner sat down than Betsy said, "Sonia, would you please watch my purse?" and then she stood up and waited to see what I would do — as if there were any doubt. I got up and we headed for the door that led to the parking lot. Just before going out the door I looked back at the table and saw Matty looking at us with a pissed off expression, Alice and Sonia looking at each other with 'shocked' looks on their faces and Mary looking at the two of them with a grin on her face. I won't even try to cover the range of expressions on the men.

When we reached my car Betsy said, "Okay, what do we do now?"

"You get in the back seat and start behaving like a slut."

"Don't I have a choice?"

"You made it when you asked Sonia to watch your purse and then got up and walked out here with me."

I opened the car door and we climbed in the back and Betsy said, "What now?"

"Normally we would do some hot and heavy necking that would lead to a blow job, some finger fucking and then we would fuck, but tonight I want to go straight to the fucking part."

"Why?"

"Because I'm betting that Alice is sitting in there not believing that you are out here fucking. She's thinking, "No, not Betsy, they are probably just sitting there talking." She's going to convince herself that she needs to verify that. She will grab one of the guys that she usually comes out here with and she will come out here to see what we are doing. When she does I want her to see your legs kicking in the air as I pound your slutty, unfaithful pussy with my cock."

"Must you talk like that?"

"Like what?"

"Saying things like, "Your slutty, unfaithful pussy."

"Of course I don't have to talk that way. I'm just playing the game that you indicated you wanted to play. When you left me Tuesday you asked me to think of slutty things that you could do the next time. This afternoon you asked me if I had come up anything slutty for you to do tonight so here we are and I'm trying to give you slutty. If you have changed your mind just go inside and get your purse and we will go on over to my place."

Betsy had been sitting looking toward the building and suddenly she said, "Oh shit!" and unbuttoned her blouse. She quickly unsnapped her bra and then said, "Hurry, suck my tits."

I was caught a little unprepared for her sudden change in attitude and I just sat there looking at her. She reached out and grabbed me and pulled me toward her. "Hurry damn it, here comes Alice."

I leaned forward and started licking Betsy's left nipple and moved my hand to start rolling the right one between the thumb and forefinger. She leaned back and her hands moved to my head and held me to her. A minute or two went by and then Betsy pushed me away.

"I guess I just made my choice. Get your cock out honey; it's time to fuck me like the slut that I guess I'm going to be."

Alice must not have been believed when she went back inside to tell everyone what she had seen. While Betsy was busy being fucked and sucking my cock between bouts several people came out of the bar and 'just happened' to walk by my car. I was fucking Betsy for the fourth time when she said, "God I fell like such a slut lying here while you fuck me and they watch."

I looked up and saw Josh and Steve standing outside the car looking inside at what we were doing.

"Maybe I should do them too. Would that be slutty enough for you?"

"You fucking whorish slut you. God, but that would be so hot. I can see it now, Betsy the Gangbang Queen."

I pulled out of her and quickly got out of the car leaving Betsy looking up at me with confusion on her face. Josh was pretty quick on the uptake and he was in the car and in Betsy before she had a chance to fully realize what was happening. A dozen strokes later and she was clawing at Josh and asking him to go harder and faster. Steve moved around to the other side of the car and I watched him climb in and push his cock into Betsy's mouth and then Josh and Steve double-teamed her. I watched until Josh was done and he and Steve had swapped places and then I went back into the bar. As I sat down at the table Sonia asked, "Where's Betsy?"

I nodded toward the parking lot and said, "She's busy right now."

I saw John and Harry exchange a glance and then get up and hurry out to the parking lot. A couple of minutes later Matty got up and went outside and then three or four minutes later she came back in and sat down and looked over at me. She looked like she wanted to say something, but then she turned her head and looked away.'

When Josh and Steve came in I grabbed Betsy's purse and went back out to my car. Harry was zipping himself up while standing there and watching John bang into Betsy. He looked at me, "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it and taken part. I hope that this is just the first night of many."

He headed back for the bar and left me to watch John's hairy ass rise and fall as he pushed his cock into a moaning Betsy.

Betsy's eyes met mine and she cried, "Oh god Johnny, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like the whore I am. Make me cum baby, make me cum."

"Here it comes you hot slut you."

"Oh yes, oh yes, fill me, fill me baby, push deep and fill me."

John finally finished and as he backed out he said, "You have no idea of how long I have wanted to do that."

I moved in to pick up where he left off and my cock had just pushed into Betsy's hot, wet swamp when she hit me upside my head as hard as she could. It was so hard that I saw stars and heard bells ring and then she did it a second time and I became aware that she was screaming at me.

"You bastard! You mother fucking son of a bitch! You miserable piece of shit! Get off me!" And she hit me again. I scrambled out of the car and she came out after me. She swung at my head with her purse, but I ducked it and backed away from her as she tried to kick me in the nuts and then she turned and ran sobbing into the bar. I followed along behind her and got there just in time to see Matty put her arms around Betsy and then lead her into the ladies room.

Everything changed after that night. I went overnight from more pussy than one man could handle to none. It started when Matty came back from taking Betsy to the bathroom. She sat down across from me at the table and said, "You are an asshole and I can't for the life of me think what was going on in my mind that made me have anything to do with you."

"What?

"What you did to Betsy. How could you have done that?

"She wanted to..."

"Bullshit! She trusted you to play but keep things reasonable. What you let happen to her was damned near criminal. Do me a favor and never talk to me again."

She got up; moved to another seat and I finished my beer and went on home.

The next day the only woman in the office who would even look my way was Alice. Mary came to me about an hour after I got to work and said, "Forget about the weekend. I don't think I like you anymore" and she walked away. By the end of the day the chilly atmosphere had gotten to me and just before quitting time I walked over to Betsy's desk. She looked up at me with a "Fuck off asshole" expression on her face and I stared right back at her.

"I'm not going to apologize for anything. You were the one who wanted to play at being a slut and all I did was go along. You should have made damned sure that your idea of a slut and my idea of a slut were compatible before you started playing the game. Remember your "Push me off in the deep end" comment? I didn't make you be a slut, you chose that on your own so don't be pissed at me for your bad choices."

I turned and went to the time clock, punched out and went home.

I spent the weekend wondering if I should go in on Monday and give notice. It would be hard working there with everyone pissed off at me and I had almost convinced myself to do it, but Sunday night sitting in my kitchen at the table and composing my letter of resignation I suddenly stopped and said, "Fuck this shit!" and threw my pen down. Why should I let those ass wipes drive me away? All I did was what they wanted and now all of a sudden they don't want it and it is all my fault? Not fucking hardly! Okay, I probably should have spent a little more time playing the slut game with Betsy to make sure that it was what she really wanted before pushing her off the dock to sink or swim. It was an error in judgement, but it was based on what she indicated she wanted. When she was waffling on what she should do I told her to forget the slut stuff, go get her purse and then we would go to my place, but she was the one who made the decision to go forward with the idea of being a slut. She was the one who grabbed me and told me to suck her tits when she saw Alice coming and she was the one who brought up fucking the other guys. No by God, if they were going to be uncomfortable having me around, tough shit!

For the next two weeks I kept pretty much to myself and ignored the women in the office. The men were friendly enough (and well they should be since I gave them Betsy) but I even stayed away from them for the most part. I didn't use the lunchroom for breaks or lunch and instead I went across the street to the little café. A couple of times I saw Betsy get up from her desk and head toward mine and as soon as I was sure that it was my desk she was headed for I got up and went to the men's room.

One day, near the end of my self-imposed exile I came back from lunch and found Alice sitting at my desk. She looked up at me and before I could say anything she asked, "Are you over your pout yet?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"