Chapter 2

"Good morning Mr. Ames."

"Good morning."

Jack glanced at the timeclock as he passed his secretary's desk. Nearly ten... damn, he thought, I ought to get here a little earlier... Well, hell--one of the few advantages of owning a business these days was the privilege of setting your own hours.

In his private office, Jack threw his briefcase on the desk and his coat on the couch. He moved to the picture window behind the desk and stared out into the back lot of his plumbing supply business. A sixth sense, developed partly from his own experience and partly inherited from his father, enabled Jack to feel the status of his business from watching the activity in the lot. His intuition was, in some ways, a more dependable guide than his accountant's financial reports. The feeling that he got today was a satisfactory one, but it did nothing to offset the nagging conviction that had formed in his mind six months ago that he would have to spend more time on his business if he expected further growth. And he'd better keep his eye on that new competitor on the south side...

"Jack..."

The feminine voice made him turn. His secretary smiled as she approached him. Her approaches were always an event of interest; at twenty two Nancy's development had peaked, both literally and figuratively. The two most obvious peaks, and the ones that had prompted Jack to hire her over a year ago, were now somewhat restrained in the cups of a size 42 D brassiere.

The pretty brunette smiled as his eyes made his routine check of her bosom. Nancy wore, as she always did, a snug blouse that made his inspection both efficient and pleasurable.

"Jack, you never seem to get tired of them. Although I must say that you haven't done much with them lately. Not since you got so tied up with your girlfriend," Nancy pouted prettily. "I ought to be jealous."

Jack grinned. He had a genuine affection for his secretary; they understood each other perfectly and served each other's needs well. Her lush body was always available to him, in the office or at her apartment, and he had made considerable use of that availability. In turn her pay was above average, and she also valued the real friendship that had developed between them. Nancy was perhaps the one person from whom Jack had no secrets. But he had neglected her lately...

"I know, baby. But since I started fucking Kit, and now her mother, I just don't have quite as much left over as I used to. Don't worry--I'm not gonna neglect you too much. Besides, I doubt that you've been hard up..."

The pretty brunette perched on the corner of his desk in a pose that pulled her tan miniskirt up high enough to show a hint of her panties. She was still smiling, but her tone was serious. "Well, I won't say I haven't had any, but I really don't see anybody much now. They all just seem to want to fuck me and nothing else, and a girl gets tired of that. Well, not tired of fucking, exactly, but even when you're not looking for a love affair you like to at least sense a real friendship. I... well, I guess that's why I give my cunt and everything else to you--I feel like we're friends." Nancy paused and suddenly blushed slightly. "My God--what a way to be talking at this time of the morning. I was beginning to sound like something out of a woman's confession magazine, wasn't I? Don't mind me..."

Jack put a hand on the soft but firm flesh of her thigh and ran his fingers up into the intimate area between her legs just below her panties. But, strangely, the caress was not a sensual one. For once, his probing fingers managed to express his feelings for the girl over and above his appreciation of her body.

Nancy seemed embarrassed by his disclosure. She suddenly stood up and let her skirt fall as far as it would as she tried to assume a businesslike air. "Well, if you're going to be here this morning I have quite a stock of invoices that bookkeeping wants you to initial. And Mrs. Evans is here about the job. Jean Simpson is due in less than an hour. Do you want to see Mrs. Evans now?"

The mention of the woman's name startled Jack; he had forgotten about the appointments for interview that he had made several days ago. His reaction was mixed; he was really not in the mood for this sort of thing this morning. Still, an interview of this kind had to be interesting...

He looked up at Nancy. "She look okay?"

The girl nodded. "She's pretty. Has a good figure. She should be okay if her attitude's right."

Jack flashed a grin up at his secretary as he fished in a desk drawer for the file folder with the woman's application. "Yeah, attitude--that's what keeps you from handling this job yourself..."

The expression that crossed the girl's face made him instantly regret his remark. There was a suggestion of hurt feelings and some anger in her voice. "Damn it, Jack, I don't appreciate that. I made it clear a long time ago that my pussy wasn't available to your damn customers. Sometimes you treat me like a whore. Maybe I am, in a way, because I work for you and let you fuck me. But I... oh, hell, if you don't understand by now you never will. I'll send Mrs. Evans in."

Nancy whirled and started for the door. Jack regretted his remark, even though he felt it was obvious that he had made it jokingly. "Wait a minute, damn it. Don't priss your little ass out of here like that. Come here."

Jack made what was, for him, the considerable concession of standing up and walking around his desk toward the hesitant young brunette. He held out his arms end, after a moment during which she looked at him accusingly through moist eyes, Nancy gave a little sob and ran into his arms. She pressed her lush body against him hungrily; he reacted, as always, to the sensual pressure of her large breasts. His hands went around her waist and slipped down to her soft buttocks.

"Oh, Jack... don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what's wrong with me today--I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself. Well, I'm menstruating, for one thing... Anyway, I know you were joking."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked the cheeks of her bottom. He was glad she had seen the light without a long explanation of how much she meant to him--even though the explanation would have been true. He was just not in the mood for that sort of foolishness, at the moment...

He pinched one buttock hard enough to make her squeal. "Okay. Now, if you're straightened out, suppose you send Mrs. Evans in. I hope to God she's not menstruating; I don't know of a more useless thing than a menstruating woman..."

Nancy had at least partially recovered her sense of humor. She reached between their bodies and--pinched his soft penis through his trousers. "You bastard. I hope she's menstruating so much she's bleeding out of her mouth too. But I suppose you'd just fuck her in the asshole, wouldn't you?"

But Nancy was smiling as she turned her face up for a kiss.

Jack dropped the application form into the file folder and looked up at the pretty and obviously nervous woman seated in a chair across from his desk.

"Well, Mrs. Evans. You have a good background; good enough for a job as a regular secretary, I think. But this job is not an ordinary one--you understand that, don't you?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. I'm not sure I understand the whole situation, but your secretary did explain some of the... features of the job."

Jack smiled at the woman's delicate phrasing. In her late twenties, she had the voluptuous figure that was a prerequirement for his position. As he surveyed her he agreed with Nancy's evaluation--she had the body if her attitude was right. Well, hell--the sooner he established this the better.

He looked squarely at the woman. "Alright, I think we should get down to cases. Let me lay it on the line. The real point of this job is that it will involve keeping my customers, and potential customers, happy. And--that means in bed. In short, you'll have to fuck them, and do whatever else they might want, at least within reason. Am I making it perfectly clear?"

The woman blushed beet red at his frank language. She stared at him as though she hardly saw him, and Jack could sense her mental turmoil. He felt a wave of impatience as he began to doubt that this woman was really prepared for a job of this nature. And, damn it, after being told in advance what the requirements were...

"Well, Mrs. Evans? I'm waiting for your reply."

The reply was not the one he expected. The nervous woman made an obvious effort to pull herself together. "I... yes, Mr. Ames. I understand. You see, I have to have the job... I have to make as much as I can, and I haven't found anything else that pays this much. I... I can do what you want me to..."

Jack studied the woman through skeptical eyes. He just did not think she would go through with it; she was not the type. Still, if she was desperate enough...

"Mrs. Evans, you apparently have some rather compelling reasons for taking this job. I don't want to pry into your personal affairs, but I do need to judge your seriousness about the whole thing. Frankly, I get the impression that you're here only as a last resort, and that under normal circumstances you wouldn't even consider a job like this. Am I right?"

The woman seemed to have recovered part of her composure as she looked at him through clearer eyes. "Yes, you're right. I'm glad it shows; it makes me feel a little better. But I guess it really doesn't matter; I suppose all whores feel they have a good excuse for being what they are. And that is what it amounts to, isn't it? I will be a whore, won't I?"

Jack found himself puzzled and somewhat intrigued by the woman's attitude. "That's a pretty harsh assessment, Mrs. Evans. I don't think you have to be that hard on yourself..."

The woman's smile was grim. "Oh, come on, be honest about it. You want me to entertain men with my body--let them fuck me and do whatever they want to me--and my inducement to do this is money. A little more money than I can make at a regular job. Well, it means that I'm selling my cunt for money... and a woman who does that is a whore, isn't she? Oh, maybe I can consider myself one cut above the woman who lets her customers fuck her in alleys behind bars, if that's any satisfaction..."

Jack found himself increasingly curious about this pretty woman who was obviously engaged in a gigantic struggle with herself. "Mrs. Evans... I get the feeling that you've got some good reason for wanting the extra money. Want to tell me about it? It might help us both for me to understand the situation..."

The woman shrugged with a motion that made her breasts bounce. "There's not much to tell. It's a pretty typical situation, I guess... three kids, some doctor bills coming up on one of them, and an ex-husband who won't put in a cent. Oh, I don't want to talk about that. The job--are you going to hire me?"

The question brought Jack's mind back to the practical aspects of the moment. He had about made up his mind that the woman was not suitable, but her story had made him partially change his mind. And she was a damn sexy woman...

"Well, we're not quite that far along yet. If you're sure you want it, and that you understand clearly what's involved, then the next step is to see how well qualified you are."

The woman looked at him blankly for a moment, then flushed as she understood his meaning. "You mean you want to fuck me, is that it? I believe in second rate novels they call it 'sampling the merchandise'..."

Jack could not restrain a grin. "Well, if you want to put it that way. I'm sure you can understand my point of view--since this is a customer-relation kind of thing I have to be sure that the relations that my customers get will make the right impression..."

The woman was not amused by his weak little joke. She sat with nervous hands twisting in her lap as she looked at him without speaking. Jack could sense that the final round of the battle with her conscience was now taking place. He also knew what the outcome would be.

Her voice was low and her tone indicated a sense of defeat when she finally spoke. "Alright. I'd already made up my mind before I came here; I don't know why I make it harder by going through the whole thing again. I just don't have any choice-- that's all there is to it. I... you can fuck, or whatever you want to do." She paused and looked around the office. "Are we going to do it here?"

Jack was pleased by her submission and also more interested in sex with her than he had realized. Three kids... her body failed to show it.

"Right here, this time. It's not the best place in the world, but I've had some good pussy on that couch."

The woman stared at the somewhat worn leather couch at one side of the room. "I can imagine. Well, do you want me to undress?"

Jack chuckled as he felt his penis twitch at the prospect of seeing her nude body. "It's best that way. You might open the door and tell my secretary not to bother us before you undress."

The woman looked at him, and then at the intercom system on his desk. She was perceptive enough to understand that his request was part of his effort to condition her to the environment in which she would be operating. Without speaking she rose and moved to the door, giving Jack his best look yet at her supple body. The look confirmed his original impression that she was properly equipped for her new position...

Her words startled Jack as she pulled the heavy door open and spoke to Nancy in the outer office. "Miss... Mr. Ames wants not to be disturbed. He's going to fuck me."

Jack roared as the pretty woman closed the door and turned to face him. But the woman did not share his laughter as she looked at him with a serious expression. "Alright, Mr. Ames. Do you want me to undress now?"

Jack was still chuckling as he got to his feet and walked over to the standing woman. "In a minute. I want to feel you a little bit before you take your clothes off."

He moved to her side and ran his eyes down her full figure as he evaluated her body and the way she wore her clothes. He would get a better look at her body when she was nude, but his customers would from their first impression of her while she was fully dressed...

He could see no objection to the initial impression that she made. He knew from her application form that she was twenty eight years old, but neither her age nor the three children that she had borne seemed to have had any adverse effects on her figure. Her breasts were large and firmly outhrust, her waist was trim, and her hips were softly rounded. He moved a hand up to her bosom and put his fingers lightly on the firm flesh. As he began to caress one breast through her clothes he put the other hand down on a firm buttock and squeezed that enticing flesh.

As he began to fondle the woman Jack stared into her face. Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then she seemed to realize that this was all a part of her test and she forced herself to look at him and smile. Some genuine amusement spread into her smile as she realized that her thoughts had been an open book to him. And his hands did feel good; her experiences with men had been too few and far between lately...

Jack abandoned her bottom and moved around in front of the standing woman. He brought both hands to the mounds of her breasts for a moment, then stepped back slightly. "Well, Mrs. Evans--Dora, isn't it? Now suppose you undress." He looked at his watch. "Hell, we don't have time. I was going to ask for a nice, slow strip, but I have another appointment coming up, so we'll have to hurry this a little. Pretty uncivilized to rush sex, isn't it?"

The woman's mind seemed to be on something other than the need to hurry. She had seen the young girl waiting in the outer office and she knew that the girl's youth would make her a formidable competitor. Dora Evans decided that she had best cinch this job while she had the chance.

And so her reluctance gave way to a sensuality that was almost aggressive. She moved toward Jack and looked into his eyes while one of her hands went to the crotch of his trousers and began to pet the modest bulge she found there.

"I feel something nice. It's not very big yet, but I can take care of that. I bet you have a nice prick, Mr. Ames. I know my cunt's going to enjoy it."

The woman's words surprised Jack; they represented an almost complete reversal of her previous attitude. Well, whatever the reason, the change was welcome. And effective; she felt his penis surge under her touch.

Dora leaned forward to bring her face to Jack's. Her little pink tongue flicked out and ran lightly over his closed lips. His reaction was a little slow; by the time his mouth opened to capture her working tongue she backed off with a little pleased laugh. "Well, Mr. Ames, looks like I do get to you a little. Frankly, it makes me feel good. I haven't been with many men lately, but I guess that will change now, won't it?"

Jack made no answer as he watched her fingers make fast work of the fasteners on her clothes. In a moment her dress was on the floor around her ankles, and as she stepped out of it he noticed that even the heavy brassiere she wore could not entirely calm the motion of her large breasts when she moved. In his self chosen role of connoisseur of the feminine bosom Jack found himself anxious to see her breasts nude.

And his attention did not go unnoticed by Dora. "Well, I can see you like them. I think most men do; even my husband, who seemed to lose most of his interest in me, never seemed to quite get over them. Maybe if I take my bra off you can see why..."

The woman reached behind her back for the catches. In a moment the bra was loose on her chest, but the cups were still smugly encased around their soft contents.

The woman wore a pleased smile as she bent forward and worked the cups off of her breasts with both hands. Finally she let the bra fall to the floor with her dress. When she straightened up her hands held the heavy mounds in a gesture that was simultaneously protective and provocative