Chapter 1: Martin

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her napping and wondered about the way my life had changed. I got up and staggered into the bathroom and took a whiz surprised that she had left me enough strength to hold my dick and aim it. I washed my hands and as I dried them I looked in the mirror. What I saw was a decent looking - not great - but decent looking man of thirty-five in reasonably good shape. By no means movie star quality and yet in the past six months I'd had more pussy than I could handle. And I didn't understand it; not even a little bit. I remembered the day it all started.

"Martin, could I see you in my office please?"

I got up and followed Bethany as she headed for her corner office. Following Beth was not a hard thing to do at all. Watching that tight butt move was an extremely enjoyable pastime. I followed her into her office and as she moved behind her desk she asked me to close the door and then take a seat. As I closed the door I wondered what Beth would want with me? She owned the company, but I had minimal contact with her as there was a VP and a regional manager between us and I couldn't help but wonder why she had skipped the chain of command and had come to me direct.

Beth looked across her desk at me and it looked like she both wanted to say something and didn't want to say something. I just sat there and looked at her and waited. I saw the change of expression on her face and if I was reading it right she had just decided to say:

"Fuck it; let's get this over with."

She took a deep breath and then said, "Martin, what I am going to say I want you to keep in the strictest confidence. It is going to sound weird - in fact it is weird - but it is very important to me that this goes no farther than you. No one, and I do mean no one, should ever learn of our talk. Can I get you to promise me, without knowing what is going to be said, that you will keep this meeting and what is said to yourself?"

Like I would say no, right? In the first place I liked my job and Beth could just snap her fingers and I'd be gone, but there was also a curiosity about what was going on and if I said no I would never find out.

"Of course Mrs. Shaftner, I promise."

"You may call me Beth Martin. Is it Martin or would you prefer Marty?"

"Martin is what I usually answer to."

"Okay Martin, the first thing I need to tell you is that your job does not depend on the outcome of this meeting. You can say no and leave this office and go back to work without fear of any repercussions. No... , that isn't quite true and I guess that complete honesty is needed here. Your job may depend on your answer to what I'm going to ask you. That isn't a threat Martin as I hope you will understand by the time I am done.

"The company is in trouble Martin. We have lost several of our good accounts because of mishandling by Keith (my regional manager) and try as I might I haven't been able to get them back. Two of he accounts we lost account for fifty percent of our billings. Quite frankly Martin, I either need to get one of those two accounts back or I need to land another one just as big and I'm not having much luck at either. But one of the two has to happen or we will probably end up turning off the lights and locking the doors."

I sat there looking at her and wondering what any of that had to do with me. Oh I understood that my job was toast if things didn't get turned around, but why did she have me in her office telling me this stuff?

"What do you know about the Montrose Corporation Martin?"

"I know that they are our largest account, but not much more than that."

"Well Martin, they are one of the accounts that we lost. Montrose is privately held and fifty-seven percent of the stock is owned by Angela Maybarry. Angela is married, has three grown children, is active in God only knows how many charitable organizations and she is a slut."

She saw the surprise on my face when she said that.

"It is true Martin; she is a slut and I know it for a fact. She is also a woman who likes power trips and who likes to play head games and right now she is playing one with me. I have talked with her several times over the last two weeks trying to win the account back and I finally got to her agree to resign with us, but only on one condition. It is a condition that I don't know that I can meet. Before I go any farther with this I need you to answer me a very personal question. What kind of shape is your marriage in?"

The truth was that my marriage sucked. Jennie and I had been married just short of six years and somewhere during the last three the spark had died. I loved her, but she was disinterested in me. She had let herself go to the point that when she did decide she wanted sex I had difficulty in getting it up for her. Not that our sex life was any great shakes before she lost interest; missionary position only, with the lights off and God help me if I said a word like cock, pussy or ass. She was a good cook, kept a clean house and we didn't fight or argue so the marriage just coasted along.

"Why do you want to know about my marriage?"

"Because if it is a strong one I won't ask you to do what I would like you to do for me. I won't let myself be responsible for ruining anyone's marriage, not even to save the company. If you had a good marriage and did what I would be asking and your wife found out it could end your marriage."

"My marriage is only so-so. It could end tomorrow or next month or never. I don't know. What is this all about Beth?"

"It is about Angela's condition for bringing her business back to us. She wants you Martin. If you will spend a three day weekend with her she will bring her account back to us."

"Me? She wants me? Why in God's name would she want me?"

"I told you Martin; the woman loves to play head games and fuck over people - excuse my French - and now she is playing with me. It could be that she wants to see how bad I want to save my business, how much I'm willing to crawl to do it. Maybe she just wanted to see if I had the guts to approach you and talk to you about it. Maybe she just wants to see me suffer, to show me that she has power over me. Or it could be that when she was here in the office Tuesday of last week and saw you something about you sparked an interest in her. I don't know. All I do know is that if you give her what she wants I'll get her account back and it will keep the doors open. What do you say Martin, can you help me out here?"

How in the hell can you answer something like that? But as soon as I had the thought I knew what the answer would be, what the answer had to be. My marriage wouldn't be a factor because even though I loved my wife the marriage itself wasn't much more than Jennie and I agreeing to co-exist. What was important to me was my job and if Beth was telling me the truth I stood to lose it. If I could save it by doing what Beth was asking it would be stupid of me not to do it. But I didn't want to go into it blind and I did have one concern.

"I've never seen Angela so to save us all some embarrassment I need to tell you a little something about me and my marriage."

I told Beth about Jennie and how I had trouble getting it up for her. "Depending on what this Angela looks like I may or may not be able to get it up for her either."

"I don't expect that you will have a problem. A lot of men seem to find her rather sexy."

"The next thing I need to know is just what is meant by spending a long weekend together? Is this a situation where I'm supposed to be some sort of a servant? Is she into BD/SM and I'm going to have to be some kind of a slave for three days?"

"I've never heard that she is into any of that kind of stuff. She is a slut so I would expect that she will keep you sexually active for the weekend, but I could be wrong. Maybe all she wants is to rub my nose in the fact that she made me crawl and all she'll do is lounge around her pool with you and take you out for dinner and dancing. I honestly don't know. Can you do it?"

"Maybe. I don't know for sure, but I may be able to."

"Why the maybe?"

"I don't know that I can perform on demand. I've never been the kind of guy who could just whip it out and go. I have to work up to it; lots of foreplay and the like. You make it sound like I'm going to be a sex toy for the weekend and I'm just not sure I can do it performance wise."

"Well, she didn't put any conditions on what you would have to do. She just said she wanted you for the weekend. Give her the weekend and even if you don't - as you put it - perform, she still got her weekend and I met her condition."

Still, I hesitated to commit and Beth said, "Maybe I can give you some added incentive."

"What?"

"I've seen the way you look at me when I walk through the office and you've just told me about your almost non-existent sex life at home. Do this for me Martin and I promise you I'll keep your cock limp for the rest of your life."

"You serious?"

"Dead serious Martin. Save my company and I'll see to it that you never lack for sex again."

I jokingly said, "I don't suppose that you would put that in writing?"

Beth pulled a sheet of paper out of her desk drawer, wrote on it and then passed it over to me:

"I, Bethany Shaftner, promise Martin Beeman that if he assists me in getting the Montrose account for my company I will be his sex toy until he gets tired of me."

And she had signed it!

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes Beth, we do. I need Angela's phone number and her last name."

"I thought I gave it to you, but why would you need it?"

"I want to call her and set up a dinner date and since we haven't been introduced I'll need to address her as Miss Whatever when I call and not Angela."

"It is Mrs., not Miss and her last name is Maybarry. Why are you going to call her for a dinner date?"

"Because standing on a street corner waiting for her to pick me up or knocking on a hotel room door and saying, "Hi, I'm Martin" just isn't my style. I'll ask her to dinner, we'll talk and then I'll follow her lead."

"You won't be sorry Martin, I promise you that" she said as she slid a piece o paper across the desk to me. "That's her cell phone number not her home phone number. Wouldn't want her husband to answer would we."

"She's married?"

"I thought I mentioned that."

"You did, but I guess I forgot it when you hit me with the rest of it."

"Yep, she's married; I did tell you she was a slut, didn't I?"

There is nothing in the world as daunting as a cold sales call and that is what the equivalent of my call to Mrs. Angela Maybarry would be. It would be awkward as hell for me, but at least we both knew what it was about. The phone rang five times before I heard a throaty:

"Hello?

"Mrs. Maybarry?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Martin Beeman and I'm calling to ask you to have dinner with me."

"Martin, how nice of you to call. I'd love to have dinner with you. When?"

"Well, I understand that you have, uh, other commitments? I guess the question would be what will work for you?"

"I do have something on for tonight; would tomorrow work for you?"

"Yes it would. Where should I call for you?"

"Well, you did mention my other, how did you put it - commitments? I think we should just arrange to meet at the restaurant."

"Would Mario's work for you?"

"Yes it would. They have a simply divine Veal Scaloppini. What time?"

"Say seven?"

"That will work just fine."

As I hung up the phone I made a mental note to ask Beth if I was on an expense account.

The next day I told Jennie that I had to work late and at six forty-five I was sitting at a table in Mario's sipping a vodka martini when I spotted an extremely good looking woman heading straight for me. I stood up and she extended a hand and said, "I'm Angela Maybarry" and I lied and said, "I know." I did the chair thing and then sat down opposite her and almost immediately a waitress was there and said:

"The usual Mrs. Maybarry?"

"Yes dear and thank you for remembering."

As the waitress walked away Angela smiled at me and said, "This is a pleasant surprise. I didn't think the bitch had the guts to do it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh don't act so surprised. I know she had to explain the situation to you. What did she promise you?"

"Nothing other than I could keep what I had."

"Keep what you had? I don't understand."

"It will keep the doors open which means I keep my job."

"She threatened to fire you if you didn't agree?"

"No, she just told me that if we didn't get your account back the company would go out of business and I'd be out looking for another job."

"And that's how she got you to agree?"

"No, what got me to agree was seeing you in the office last Tuesday."

"I didn't realize you even knew I was there."

"Well I saw you" I lied, "And when she called me into her office and spelled out the deal I had to struggle not to look too eager. It wouldn't do to have her thinking I was such a pushover."

"Oh my, I didn't realize I'd picked a silver-tongued devil."

"Hardly, but that does bring up the question, why did you pick me?"

"Not to bruise your ego Martin, but the reason I picked you was that you were the only man there in the office that day."

"Aw shucks, and here I thought you looked at me and your heart started racing and it was all you could do to keep from coming over and throwing yourself at me."