Chapter 3: Planning A Rendezvous

Week of July 21, 2008

The Law Office Building

When David got to the office at 7 Monday morning he had a full day of business to attend to. About 11:30 he decided he needed a break so he called for a service girl. Unfortunately, none of his usual girls was available. That made sense, after a week of internal business it was a make-up time so most of his lawyers put in more hours, ate at their desk, and took advantage of the service girls before, during or after their meal. Plus they were short-handed, some of the senior girls were not back in the rotation yet. So he agreed to take the next available.

All of the girls looked good, performed wonderfully, and knew better than to talk unless prompted. There were differences but he was sure he could deal with whoever he got.

Five minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was somebody he had not seen for awhile, someone named Hanna or Zoe or something, he could not recall. He had used her a few times, but she was not one of his favorites.

As soon as the door was swinging shut she dropped her garment and did a slow double twirl, that was her ‘get naked and show it off’ entrance move designed to excite her customer, and it was nicely done. Despite himself David was aroused by the move.

The girl had some of the best lips in the company, thick and fat and red, with a very active tongue, one of the top 5 in the company. Her body was also amazing. Female frames are a matter of taste, some like more meat on the bones, some like small titties with hard nipples, etc. This girl had an extra slim, muscular figure, with a long torso and hip curves that were amazing. He recalled her now, his comment after her probation had been that she looked like a female championship lightweight boxer just after a fight. After her audition she was advised to lose some weight and by the end of the 6-month probation she did had done very well, she always weighed in under 100 pounds since then. Plus her tits were really big. One downside for Barnes was that they were floppy instead of pert, if she put on weight they filled out nice but only after her thighs and waist. That was not a good look, so she kept the weight off, showed floppy tits, and kept her job.

David’s main issue was her face above the lips, the eyes did not look right to him: size, alignment, center height, everything was off. When she was doing her job, her face above the lips was all he could see.

As soon as he saw who he got Barnes made a face, then hid it before she saw it. After all, his taste wasn’t her fault, the girl’s job was hard enough without his nitpicking.

When she saw Barnes standing at his desk she knew right away that this was not the usual thing. “Hey boss, I have not seen you in what is it, six weeks? Twice that long? Something is different. I’d say you have lost some weight, but we know that is not it.”

Barnes considered the comment and decided to change his plan, to investigate. He called an audible, like a QB, it was something only he could do. “Hon, how about you stand in front of the desk and give us a sexy little tempting pose.” He got out of his chair, walked behind her and settled on the couch that gave a rear quarter view of her. She Knew her weak and strong points so she could work with that.

She knew he was looking at her so she sold the pose she took. She moved her feet back and spread them, showing her nethers, opened up, then arched her body in an S-shape that looked real good, like she was made to fuck a legion, pussy or ass. She knew her tits showed plenty of hanging side-boob, it was really their best angle for them. Some guys really like that. She turned her face so one eye was visible, to get feedback. She looked good this way, it was a good pose for her.

“Boss, you make the rules and I like my job, so if you see anything you like, even something not on the menu, I will play your game and thank you for the chance to play.”

“You know, in that pose I might take you up on that. Press the button on the intercom.” She did it. “Book this as an open meeting,” he called to the girl at the desk outside.

“Yes sir.” It sounded like Patti, the girls rotated at lunch time.

“Now, stay where you are because you and I both know you look good and tell me why you said that ... about my weight.” He knew that all women hated talking without seeing the face of the person they were talking to, but she was just gong to have to put up with it.

“Well sir, because it is true. You honestly look better than you did the last time I saw you close up. Now, I don’t really think you have lost weight, your clothes still fit. But if I said anything else it would make less sense. Still, I can’t doubt that something is different. I know you love your wife, so it can’t be an affair. I suppose it could be a new deal or something ... but it would have to be real big. A change in the letterhead? I don’t know. But it is clearly something, a change for the better, it’s plain as day.”

“Remind me what you name is again and how long you have been with us?”

“Why, I am Milee, one ‘L’ and two ‘E’s. It is an old fashioned name and I think my mother gave it to me because she was mad at my Dad. You see, I have a mixed-race half-brother born two months after me, we should have been twins but he got less blood and was late while I was a premie. I never saw my dad after that, he is up in Pelican Bay where he can only kill other bad folks. I will be on the job two years next month, sir. Mid-year hire.”

“For this little discussion you can call me David. Goodness, you know you look good that way don’t you.”

“Why yes si ... David. I know my good and bad points. In this job I really don’t have a lot of choice. Not that I mind.”

“Well Milee, something is different about me, I guess I blame it on that Sam woman, she showed me something good that I didn’t know ... Have you been with her?”

“I have not, David. I understand that she is very nice, but she does not call for our service often and she does have her favorites. Still, a woman like that, the stories Resha tells, it raises morale for everybody. Gives us hope, you know? Also, not to speak ill of the dead, but some girls went from the worst to the best in terms of their jobs.”

“Yes, I know about ... things. Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” He wanted to work into the slave auction thing, but he admitted he was also curious about her and got off track.

“There is not much to tell. In high school I was heavy and wanted to attract boys, because that is what folks did. I was stupid that way. After graduation, which was a bad joke as I had learning nothing, I tried a few jobs but wound up hooking because it was easy and I didn’t know how hard it was on the soul. Men paid me for sex, but I was heavy and they did not pay much, I learned a lot the hard way. I dropped weight. Then somebody liked me and I got the job here as a fill-in, I guess somebody quit to get married. When I started our supervisor said ‘lose more weight’ so I did that. Now I have floppy tits and a gaunt face, but otherwise my body looks good and I suck good. The face is my Algonquian indian blood, I am 25%, but that is only visible from some angles.”

“About your soul...”

“This job is a lifesaver, I am grateful. I know I am no prize, but I try to do a good job every time. It is not all roses and chocolate, but the pay is good and the working conditions are more than a girl like me deserves. My soul can live with this.”

David wanted to a bit further about that. “How about your quality of life? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“For sex I like boys, for company I like girls. You see the issue. Sex is only here at work, I guess that is all the intimacy I get. Some of the guys lift the spirits. Some of the girls are my friends, we go out like regular not-sex-working people. With one exception I have not had cock in my good place since I have been here.”

“Can you tell me what happened? This is not a trap.”

“Okay, it’s been long enough. I live with my half-brother, we have the same father and Mom took Devon in when his mother went out one day and hadn’t come back a week later. You see, Dad was horny and mother was pissed to find herself knocked up so she kicked Dad out for a couple of weeks. He been sneaking with Devon’s mother and it only takes once. Devon and I got along pretty well. After school we lived together, he has a job that suits him doing ductwork, we needed family and somebody to trust. Well, this was the day I was told to lose weight, I was in a pissed off mood and got to drinking. Devon got laid off his job the same day, he gets laid off a lot then some rush project gives him a ton of overtime. Anyway, we had a bitter fight but nowhere to go so we stayed home and drank homemade hootch all weekend. Sometime that weekend we were mad but we did the deed, we didn’t recall it but we both saw the sticky proof when we woke up. Scared the heck out of us after, we were sure anybody could tell just looking at us. It was probably my fault, mixed signals. The next day Devon moved out, that lasted three days, then he got another, better job. Now we live together but we don’t do nothing, we really don’t see each other that way. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.”

“Thank you. I know this sounds stupid but how did you feel doing ... your half-brother?”

“Real bad after, because he felt bad. I don’t recall the actual ... you know. Neither does he. Now it is behind us, we are sexless with each other. Oh, we kiss and hug and maybe fingers help each other, because everybody likes a little help now and then on birthdays and such. But his cock does not enter. Otherwise we fit well in terms of temperament, food, schedule, values, everything.”

“Okay, change topic. But first, do you want to do something that is not allowed?”

“Actually, I do. I confess that I’m horny because of the pose, plus I like my job and you have real power. But only because you are to boss, so you make the rules. Anyone else that answer is ‘no’ and I file a report with you.”

“Fair enough. Stay there, I want to try something.” David was on the couch which was the same height as the ottoman. After he got his pants off he put the ottoman in front of the couch, put his bottom on the ottoman, then leaned back so the couch supported him. When he was ready he called Milee over. “Do you think you can lower your charming self onto my cock in a sideways position, so both your legs are on the same side of my legs?”

“I can do that ... David, but there won’t be any up-and-down. I can give you squeezes ... If I put on leg between yours I could move...”

“Both on the side is what I was thinking of. A strong girl like you should feel real good.”

“Plus you see my tits but don’t see my face. Yes, I know. Normally you get me straight on from above, my worst angle. Don’t try to hide it. Okay, I will try it.” She did as he asked.

He was right about her muscles, her tight underused pussy was able to do some simple but very nice things to his cock. Being in her sideways made it better. He suggested she help herself feel good. He even lent a hand to her tit, it was the nice thing to do. They were saggy, but they felt good to both.

During his time inside Milee, David asked about her views on the slave auction for the wives. She said that it wasn’t her style and she didn’t understand the wives doing it, but she didn’t understand anything about wife-exchanges. Since the wife exchange was a big deal it would sound better if it was a scheduled annual event, and some wives - maybe at random - were masters. Also, it couldn’t be last minute, women had to get it in their mind plus do the “hair and makeup thing” which was important. They needed at least two weeks notice. Two moths is better, it sounded like 4 guys would see them with the lights on instead of one guy in the dark. They may need to exercise. Wives ought to be treated with care.

He also asked hypothetically about “a niece of one of his partners who had won a bet and wanted to play service girl for a day ... or a week.”

Milee pointed out that these days any stigma of oral sex was a relic after high school, so she didn’t feel ashamed about it. She noted that while the lawyers acted all gruff and demanding, most were really nice guys (teddy bears) for a young attractive girl to get familiar with. There was a lot of variety, but she thought they were mostly gentlemen. Plus, what she did was naturally kind of friendly, with only a few exceptions. “So this niece might enjoy it for a day. But I can’t imagine she would want to go longer, the novelty wears off.”

David wanted to ask about other partners, their practices and abilities. Milee would not go there. “You won’t change anything based on what I say, but the partners can get pissed off and make my life bad. So I won’t do that as long as I need this job.”

David was sure that the sidesaddle fuck exercise would not get him off, but he was wrong, she felt good enough that after some time he found himself recalling last night. Then he was on the edge of a good moment. Very quickly he asked her if she wanted to take him in her hands or mouth, but she was quite certain she wanted things to end as they were, with “his big bad self inside her rule-breaker twat ... so we both get a thrill.”

Milee also was surprised by her own reaction to being sideways on her boss. “Fuck me boss, this feels good. I never had it this way and I have to ... oh yes ... I have to say ... mmmm ... this feels ... uhhhh ... pretty damn good,” she said as her excitement built.

He could feel inside her, where her strong pussy muscles were working out on his cock, it was becoming wetter and because he was not moving it was easy to feel. Barnes had never actually felt a woman’s fluid increase so markedly as he fucked her.

She was caught up in it enough to grab his spare hand and move it on her breast, then she encouraged a bit of roughness. “You squeeze too, David. I’d like that.” So he did, in time with her, which got her really excited. “Harder,” she said. “Enjoy yourself ... fuckin good.” Being a little rough with her floppy breast while she worked out squeezing back on his cock was just what he needed to get off. He gave her nipple an extra hard pinch as he fired his release inside her. It was much better than average for work.

Plus she seemed so grateful when he came inside of her, she made it seem like his cock was a magnificent treat, getting her long-neglected pussy some happy feelings, even if she didn’t get off.

David appreciated the break from work and the conversation, he was really refreshed and revitalized when they were done. Milee was also pleased with the result. When she moved to clean his cock, Barnes stopped her and suggested that since her standard work garment included no undergarments, a shared shower might be better for both of them.

They shared the small shower in his suite, the space was tight so they spent most of the time with him pressing against her back, then they both turned around. Milee insisted on cleaning both of them. Barnes insisted on plenty of appreciative handling for her body. There was some kissing of bodies, her floppy tits held a strange attraction. Finally Barnes asked about finishing her, since she missed the earlier chance. She didn’t know what to say so she fell back on early basic training. “Yes ... please?”

He stood behind her again, one hand in her slit and the other on her breast, they both agreed that a little abuse was in order, “to balance the two out.” She helped him by joining his hand with her’s frigging her pussy. He matched her movements. With both of them working together in a concerted effort she took about three minutes to get off. She really loved it.

After they got out of the shower she could not thank him enough. She said that she could feel free to enjoy “anything” from her whenever he wanted. But he said that, while today was nice, it was unlikely to be repeated.

After Milee left David moved her from his ‘last resort’ list to the top of his ‘okay’ list of service girls. They had been together for an hour, and David sent a note to her supervisor that it was “very good, and extraordinary session with some solid advice.” He also put her down for a double-time bonus. How else do you thank a whore?

Monday afternoon a courier arrived with a package for David Barnes. The courier was from a premium delivery company that contracted to put the package in the recipient’s hand. They were used by banks, law firms, studios and similar high end users. Standard policy at the law firm was to usher these couriers in unless the party was in a meeting or not in the building.

The package in question contained a 3-month basic “Red Card” membership card to Blank. The letter explained that David Barnes had been nominated by a founding member. All he needed was to give a credit card the first time he used the facility, his membership would start then. The membership allowed him to make a reservation for a very expensive meal or a normal room, but not the undisclosed “specials.” After the three months he could select from a list of service levels - if his record was clean. He figured it would be nice to take the family sometime.

Barnes sent an email to Samantha and the other lawyers he knew had been to the Blank, but they all said they had not nominated him.

At supper he let the family know about it and wondered if they were responsible, but that seemed unlikely. It was his, not Ann’s, which was notable. They had both heard bizarre stories about the place and were interested, but even with his wife’s money they could not get in.

Finally, Monday night Barnes emailed the new computer service contract drafts to Samantha.

That was also when he emailed asking for advice from a dozen folks about the “slave auction/orgy” planned for the extra night at the social. He wanted opinions and advice from the men and their wives/substitutes. He stressed that the regular wife-exchange was still on, but since they had another night somebody suggested an experiment in something more “open” with a group aspect. The inclusion of associates was also mentioned.

He also sent the email to some valuable married associates who were up for promotion to partner.

Tuesday, Barnes was in his office when Sam gave him some news about the so-called “ski-lift” computer code that she thought should be shared with a few others. Pope, Stern, Billy Buffalo and two computer-savvy associates were available for a quick meeting. The main problem was that Sam was trying to communicate an idea that Barnes could not wrap his mind around, so he asked for help.

When everybody was there Sam asked that the meeting be put on record, that was part of their revised deal. Then she said that she had tried to “pull” the ski-lift program, but the person who installed it had been very clever, setting a “time-delay trip wire.” It was not obvious, but she found that removing the ski-lift security problem triggered another routine, an avalanche that would reverse the ski-lift before it collapsed, use it to send partner’s passwords and account information to a dark web site, then crash the “secure” system to random digital rubble. She called a nuclear hand grenade with the pin gone. Killing the feature would be like opening the hand holding the spoon.

Barnes did not know how a hand grenade worked so Pope gave him a quick lesson. “No spoon means explosion soon.” The spoon was released when you threw a grenade, starting a short timer so it exploded after flight.

Sam spoke in past tense so Barnes asked in panic, “Has this already happened?”

“Yes, 5 times ... on the virtual machine. I set up a virtual machine to try removal without doing real damage. It is a time-consuming pain in the butt but better to be safe than sorry.”

Next she had to explain about the virtual machine to the older men, they did not understand how computers could do so much and be so complicated, plus how one computer could “act and think like” they had another different computer that wasn’t there running inside them. But the younger guys had a more informed grasp, Billy said “like a moot court” and that was enough. They lauded Sam for having the foresight to exercise such caution. It seemed that the trip wire was hidden in one of the private document files - an email draft, not the operating system, so nobody would look for it until it was too late.