Chapter 1

The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft, weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.

"I didn't expect this," she quavered.

He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.

"What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better looking than you."

He didn't tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment. Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it. She probably hated it, but there it was.

Sydney Martin ran his hands down the slope of her nude back, the sweep only broken by her thin bra strap. He ran his hands up the front of her torso, smooth, velvety, warm. He had to catch his breath. She was as luscious as hot maple syrup from his native Vermont.

The girl looked white-faced, almost sick.

"I don't think I want a job where I have to do... things like this," she wailed.

"Then you can't have the job," he said shortly. He stepped back, still breathing heavily.

It was the same old problem for him. Sydney Martin couldn't get laid in a whore house, people said. He was a high-powered executive, but lacked the personal touch with women. Worse, his wife had left him a few days before and he was high with a throbbing need for sex.

The girl fumbled ineffectually with her opened blouse.

"Can't we talk... figure out something, please?"

She needed this job desperately. She'd been harassed and eventually fucked, or fought off attempts, in her last three jobs. She just wasn't up to coping with New York wolves. Coming from a small town in Pennsylvania, where everything was staid and proper, she was much too soft, slow, desirous to please.

"I just want you to be a little friendly!" cried Sydney in agony.

"If you didn't... didn't want too much..." she ventured.

He wanted it all. Everybody in the whole frigging corporation was getting it all. The other executives were laying secretaries, chasing girl accountants, and fucking the brains out of the messenger girls in the huge Domino Corporation skyscraper. Reports filtered into Personnel from the fourth to the eightieth floor of sex activities. Rumors, whispers, and even outright complaints, mostly from the girls, inundated his office. And he, Sydney Martin, couldn't make it.

Today was the last straw. A glorious vision of femininity had appeared in the board room to instruct the top men of Domino on the use of their new computer. At the morning lecture Sydney had gone almost out of his mind, sitting there and staring at the young woman sent by the computer company. She wore some kind of a silver jumpsuit that encased a body of fabulous proportions. Her platinum blonde hair, green eyes and beautiful face transfixed the whole room. The other men were entranced. Sydney Martin was crazed. Leaving that lecture, he swore to himself he was going to get some of the rich sex floating around Domino or be thrown in jail. Then late in the afternoon this girl, Leaf, with her good looks and obvious sexuality, showed up for an interview.

Obviously he could never make it with a hotshot like the computer girl in the silver jumpsuit, but Leaf was a different matter.

This time he wasn't going to be put off. He stepped up to Leaf and undid her bra. She stood there trembling with her eyes closed. He thrilled with his triumph. Once again he caressed her soft flesh and this time undid her bra. His cock became hard as he pulled the bra aside. The kid was not going to scream or fight him or run out of the office. It was a shame to use his power like this, but HE HAD TO HAVE GIRL MEAT!

"JUST A L-LITTLE LOVING," he mumbled. "WE DON'T HAVE TO TEAR UP THE CARPETS. AHHHHH."

He ran his hands up the smooth torso and cupped the first naked breasts he'd touched that didn't belong to his wife. Fiery rushes of pleasure seized him. Leaf's breasts were good... nothing like those marvels of the computer girl... but meaty, well-shaped and sexy. She gasped as those hot hands sought her ivory lovelies. Mr. Martin didn't know it, but she couldn't resist when she was fondled by men. Once they started to stroke her, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her. Already his blunt attack on her tits made her cunt swell and flow. She was afraid he would screw her right in his office, right at his desk, and she didn't even have the job yet.

"MR. MARTIN... I... I CAN'T ALLOW THIS. OH, OH," she sighed.

"You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shock at his own boldness.

Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burned into his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat.

"YOU HAVEN'T... EVEN HIRED ME!" she gasped.

"Oh, you'll get the job..."

He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongue inside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in the grasp of erotic contact. He scoured her mouth with his tongue, sucking her hot saliva. Her heart pounded. It felt like her breasts were swelling to those hot, kneading hands. He was going to conquer her, take her and use her, she knew, and she moaned her despair. She hated men, and yet her luscious body set them on fire and made them use her against her will. His hands crept down to her buttocks as he forced her unwilling belly to rub his steely erection in his pants. The feel of his pulsating cock made her become wet between her legs. Her slippery little cunt was going to get thoroughly jazzed again. If only she could stop him...

"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU," he told her, his voice thick with torrid sex desire. It was magnificent to sex up this crazy little piece after the long dry spell. For the first time in weeks he felt magnificent.

Her eyes looked a little dazed now, and her mouth was wet on the outside from his saliva, looking fussed and hard-kissed. The vein in her throat throbbed in sexual excitement.

"NO, NO I DON'T WANT..." she begged, trying to struggle.

Her weak resistance heaped flames on his hot male fires. He bent her torso back and began to eat her nipples, sucking the hard tips into his mouth, crushing them with his tongue, ingesting smooth breast flesh into his mouth. He felt her quiver in hot response.

"OH, MY BREASTS. I... YOU... AHHHH," she sighed.

Her taut young belly began to ride on his cock in spite of her protests. She was the most fuckable girl he'd ever touched and it was going to be a wild, hot time reaming out her helpless cunt. She moaned now, her protests swinging toward desire. The little bitch was heated up. He'd hire her all right... and fuck her every day!

There were obscene sounds in the staid, dignified office of his mouth sucking her breasts, the sexy sound of her moans and his soft gasps of pleasure. He dug his hands into her firm buttocks, thrilling. She had ass, she had cunt, and she had tits. She was a luscious little whore who didn't understand her trade, his discovery and his conquest. Maybe he'd even take her home tonight and ream her all night long. After months of wife trouble and celibacy, Sydney had struck paydirt.

His hotline rang, the red telephone from the president's office. At that it flashed three times and she had to tell him...

"You... your red phone... there's a flashing light."

Reluctantly he released the girl.

"Get your ass up here, Martin. You're late."

"Up where... sir?" He was still dizzy with the sex.

"The computer lecture, you dumb bell. You've got a big stake in our new computer. I'm paying a fortune to have this woman expert lecture you men twice a day so we can use it."

Sydney had completely forgotten about the evening lecture.

"Oh, yes, sir. I... I... just have a few more minutes work here..."

"NOW, SYD, GODDAMIT! THE LECTURE'S STARTED. I want your ass up here in sixty seconds."

The old man was like that. He rode you hard. Sydney almost died. He looked at the girl. She was already struggling to put her bra back on.

"You wait for me, honey, right here in my office," he told her. "The president wants me for an hour. I'll be back."

"I don't want the job, Mr. Martin. Forget it," said Leaf. The interruption had allowed her to regain control of her sexed-up body. She went swiftly to the door. "Thanks... thanks for the interview..."

She was going, leaving Sydney aching in frustration and sunk into despair. The one good shot at sex he was likely to have. He'd never interviewed a girl who was so available, even if she didn't know it.

"Wait! Come back..." he begged.

"No, noo..." Her voice faded as she plunged out of his office, still dressing. Well, that didn't matter, everyone was gone for the day. But he was fucked, screwed, shot down in flames. As usual, Sydney Martin had been cheated out of sex, even when his cock was practically in the girl's cunt. He wanted to weep, but instead cursed viciously as he went up to the board room and the computer lecture...

Once in the boardroom with the other executives, Sydney found that his punishment was severe. It was not at the hands of the Old Man, who merely glared at him. It was in having to sit right up front, the only vacant chair left, a few feet away from the most luscious female he'd ever seen in New York. His nervous system was high with erotic desire. His cock had softened only slightly on the ride up the elevator. Now it came back to full erection as he sat only a few feet away from the computer tutor in the silver jumpsuit. He groaned silently as he grabbed papers to cover the bump in his pants and tried to keep his eyes off the fantastic sex package in front of him.

It was no use. Crystal Locke, the computer expert, had certainly been built for other purposes than discussing brain machines. She had long, platinum blonde hair. She had a long, elegant body with a symphony of curves. Her skin had a delicate ivory translucence. Her well-shaped face belonged in a fashion magazine, with a high forehead, entrancing cheek hollows, luminous green eyes, clear and direct, a small nose and a curving mouth that magnetized his lips with frenzied desire to kiss her.

Her jumpsuit looked like satin, although it was actually a crepe de chine, which was more form-fitting while just as glossy. The blouse opened in a deep V that went almost to her waist. Her breasts were near-melon size, exquisitely full... and fully half of each one tried to burst out of the V neck. Only a slim half bra protected the underside of those incredible globes and her nipples. As she moved, it looked like one of her pink nipples was going to jump into full view as her twins jiggled in the fervor of her lecture. All the men in the room kept watching those elegant beauties.

The cloth of that svelte suit pressed a flat belly and graceful thighs, and suggested that her unclad figure was a heart- stopper for any male.

Sydney's eyes fixed on her nubile, moving body, and especially on her breasts. Her words, emerging in smooth, syrupy tones, went inside his head and dropped to oblivion.

"Magnetic core memory... five bit words... input-output hardware... intermediate retrieval... nanosecond access... VTR visual displays... hi-speed paper tapes... logic ladders... near-infinite storage... unitized components for fast repair... self-correcting trouble scans..."

The Domino Corporation had tired of its older computers and the high costs of buying out computer services. This time it had gone all the way and bought one of the newest and best computers in the world... the Avery-Cascade 1100. It had taken months to install and now it had a whole floor of its own in the Domino skyscraper. Now it was time for the various department heads to put it to work, and Crystal Locke was there telling them what it could do.

It seemed to Sydney Martin it could do everything in the world... except relieve his aching hard-on. The gorgeous female could do that, but he knew that a fantastic woman of quality like Crystal was far beyond his reach. She wore a ring and was probably married to a brain surgeon or a young, hotshot Wall Street millionaire. And he had to sit there three feet from her, hard as a rock, and suffer.

Now he deeply regretted his dalliance with Leaf in his office. She'd left him so high and hot that he couldn't take in a word of the lecture while his erotic desires were teased unmercifully.

Sydney became aware that he was not the only one entranced more by the girl than the lecture. As she moved between the blackboard, her notes on the desk and her demonstration miniature of the A-C 1100, every eye among the seven men in the room fixed on her bosom. Even the Old Man burned his gimlet eyes on that succulent white flesh. Her movements were vigorous, and at some point one or both of her nipples HAD to pop out of her half bra!

"Did you have a question, sir?" came that smooth voice.

Crystal stepped forward and leaned over. Those fabulous breasts seemed to come right up to Sydney's face as he sat out in front of the others. He felt dizzy and his cock stretched even harder in his pants. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the firm globes and found himself staring into bright green eyes so big he felt he would tip forward and fall into them forever. Then her eyes lowered and he knew she saw his hard-on in his pants, his covering papers having shifted. He blushed a fiery red.

"MARTIN, THE LADY ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" thundered the president.

"Those breasts... so white and..." Sydney rattled out in a loud voice... startled from his reverie. Then, as the room rocked with shocked laughter, he tried to correct himself. "I mean the rest of the white area... up there..." It was no use. Everyone in the room knew where his mind had actually been.

Crystal laughed good-naturedly with the rest of the executives.

"I think I've thrown enough detail at you gentlemen for one day," she said easily. "The 1100 will automate your payroll, personnel records, inventories, billings, collections, technical data, reports from the field, and just about anything else you want to dump into its incredible memory. Fast access output hardware brings the information to your desks instantaneously, and..." she smiled at the president... "you may even have enough computer time left over to sell to outside companies and reduce the cost of buying it. Gentlemen, I thank you."

She made a slight bow and at that moment the golden accident occurred. Her left breast jiggled and her big, pink nipple popped right out of the half bra into plain view. An electric shock surged through the men. For two precious seconds they were able to gaze at the bold, pink glory of her femininity. It was Crystal Locke's turn to blush, look confused, and quickly ease her sexy pink tip back into its tight case. An enormous sigh went around the room. What they'd waited for all during the lecture had finally happened!

Sydney Martin got out of the room as fast as he could. He'd managed to stay hard all the time he'd been there, and he badly wanted to end the agony. Behind him, the men clustered about the white-haired young woman, and he guessed that she'd get more than one direct or indirect invitation to drinks and dinner. Not every man in Domino had a sex thing going, but sometimes it seemed like it. The president himself, so it was rumored... oh, the hell with it.