Chapter 9

The second week back had been as interesting as the first week for Marc, especially after Wednesday. The other company, Bausman had agreed to cancel the deal after the threat of reporting insider trading but they had not agreed to the penalty. Marc was happy with it though and had decided to leave early that day. Well after a thirty-minute celebration rim job that was.

On Thursday, Lydia and Marc had started a small new ritual. It was the part where Lydia lifted her skirt and showed Marc her ass and how it was healing. The ass whopping she had received from Marc earlier that week had left their marks. She had encouraged him to touch her ass as well and the leathery feel had shocked him at first. She told him it was okay and it was supposed to feel like that. He had loved the colors of her ass and she had suggested he take a picture of her ass in the same spot each day, so he can see it change over time.

Marc liked that idea. They picked a spot in front of one of the walls for the pictures. Lydia had been a very willing model while he took pictures of her showing off her ass. His favorite pose was having her look over her shoulder while lifting her skirt with both hands. Super sexy he thought. So they agreed to take that picture each day as her ass was healing.

On Friday, Marc had looked over the numbers and was very pleased. They had made a shit ton of money, even if you took out the Bausman deal. Also, he had gotten four blowjobs from his PA and one very short but intense fuck. She had rimmed his ass each day for god knows how long and his dick has been in her mouth countless times. He had also touched her butt probably twenty times just in the last two days and had to admit that he was a bit obsessed with how it felt. Yeah, this had been a great week and the finale was yet to come. It was Friday and he was wondering what she had planned for him.

It was four a clock when Lydia contacted him. Just like last week, she was wearing only her stripper heels, but unlike last week, she had a larger bottle of champagne as well as two glasses in her hand.

“The bottle didn’t fit the fridge,” she said, “so it isn’t that cold. I hope you don’t mind.”

The coldness of the champagne was not a concern to Marc.

Lydia placed the glasses on Marc’s desk and poured him some champagne. She was standing next to him and therefore giving Marc another opportunity to touch her ass.

“Crazy that skin can do that”, Marc said, responding to the leathery feeling. He looked at all the colors and saw blue, red, pink, purple, blue, yellow, brown, and all variants in between.

“Pretty huh.” Her face had a smile that was probably best described as pride. “I cannot stop looking at it myself as well. Plus it is hard to forget as I am reminded whenever I sit down.” He looked at Lydia. The whole scene in his office had the feeling of a private room in a strip club. Here he was, drinking champagne with a naked girl wearing high heels. He made a mental note to ask for a bowl of peanuts next Friday to complete the picture.

Lydia took her champagne glass, moved to the couch in his office, and made herself comfortable. They spent some time chit-chatting about the work of the week while enjoying the champagne.

Marc wanted to ask about her private life or how she felt, but given past responses, he knew he had to be very careful as she would shut down that line of questioning rapidly. But he had so many questions, like what did she do for work before, where did she grew up, how did she find this job, and what hobbies she has, but he knew that her answer would be avoidance and saying it wasn’t relevant.

“Well Sir, I did make you a promise, and I have not forgotten what I had promised,” Lydia said at some point and looked at Marc, still sitting in his office chair. Marc knew exactly what she was talking about. It had been a throwaway sentence earlier that week, but he had not forgotten either.

“Would you like another ABC party?”, Lydia asked. “I came up with another definition of ABC.”

“Sounds fun”, said Marc, “What is it?”

“Well the A is for Alcohol, the B is for Bottle and the C is for Champagne”.

“Isn’t that three times the same thing?”, Marc replied.

“Good point”, Lydia said, “Maybe it is clearer if I phrase it like this, would you like to see me come using a champagne bottle, Sir.”

“I would love to see that, L”

Lydia got up from the couch and refilled their glasses. There was still a bit left and she put the bottle to her mouth and drank the rest of it in one big swig. She wet the top of the bottle with her tongue. Next she deep-throated the bottle to further to moisten it. Then she swallowed the last bit of alcohol.

“Well, here we go, this might get a little embarrassing.”, said Lydia as she placed the bottle on the ground. Marc felt that that might be the most honest sentence she had said to him in her time here.

Lydia placed the bottle in front of the couch and was now hovering over it with her hands placed behind her on the couch, trying to keep her balance. Her stripper heels didn’t help and she had to sink much lower before the bottle made contact with her pussy lips.

Slowly the top of the bottle appeared from vision and it entered the inside of her vagina. She kept the bottle in for a few seconds with maybe an inch of it inside before she came back up and took the bottle back out.

“Ignore that”, she said and she almost appeared to be blushing. She took her stripper heels off and kneeled on the soft floor with the bottle next to her. Once she sat, she placed the bottle underneath her and slowly planted herself on it.

The size of the bottle kept the bottle stable as she moved down slowly until she reached the wide part of the bottle.

With her left hand, she started to rub her clit, while looking at Marc. She moved up and down slowly on the bottle forcing the wider part of the bottle to open her pussy wide.

She brought the finger she was rubbing her clit to her mouth, wet the finger a bit with her saliva and brought it back to her clit, rubbing it slowly.

She repeated this process a few times, not breaking her eye contact with Marc. Marc wasn’t sure what the purpose was, was she making her pussy wetter or was she tasting herself.

“Now with your other hand, put one finger up your butt”, Marc said with a smirk.