Chapter 6

Bonuses and 'Mike'

The next day was the day to deal with the bonuses at work. She woke fairly refreshed, even though she'd had less sleep than she'd wanted. Another shower brought her around. She opted for a lovely set of pink panties and bra, a short pleated skirt and a matching jacket top with a little bit of burgundy lace showing from a camisole.

Then she was off. It was a fairly nice day. Her process with the bonuses was to work with Mary, the COO. She and Mary got to the office at almost the same time. Mary said that she'd be in in a minute.

When she came into Barbara's office from her own, Barbara wolf whistled at her.

"Very, very nice," Barbara said with a smile, "Sexy but not pushy. Makes me wonder if you're wearing panty hose, a garter or thigh highs."

"Well you just keep wondering, ducks," Mary said with a laugh. "Because I'm not going to show you."

Barbara visibly pouted, and Mary laughed.

"There you go again," she said with a grin,"I don't know if I should spank your ass or promise to get down and eat your pussy."

"Why not both?" Barbara said with mock innocence and it set them both laughing.

"Okay," Mary said,"tell me about your weekend."

Barbara reddened just a bit, prompting Mary to say: "That wild eh?"

Barbara gave a play by play with the hitchhiker and his friend, the neighbor and then the trash men.

"Wow, you always manage to turn me on with your little escapades."

Saying that Mary got up and went to the desk to plant a wet kiss on Barbara's upturned lips. Barbara put her hand briefly on Mary's ass over her skirt during the kiss. The kiss was short but got them both started down a very sexual road.

Mary broke off and said: "Okay the adventures have been told."

"Right," Barbara chimed in: "Work."

"Work," Mary confirmed.

The first thing that they did was review the year's progress with expenses and revenues. They were both pleased with the outcome and the progress of the company during the year.

"Makes you a rich woman, ducks," Mary said. "Well, yes and no" Barbara said but didn't elaborate.

Barbara moved them on then to the business of the bonuses. They worked on what they would be giving to the workers from the profits of the preceding year. They ended with a rather generous bonus for everyone.

"I'm just not completely satisfied with what we've done for Sally," Barbara said. "I realize that it is generous but she's so good at what she's doing and so good for us. What do you think?"

"Do you really want to know?" Mary asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh dear!" Barbara wailed, "I'm going to be in trouble here; I can just tell."

"That's one thing that I like about you," Mary said with a calm smile, "You realize what's going on so quickly and easily."

"Ah, shit," Barbara whispered, "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Well, yes," Mary concluded with a smile. "Here's the plan. We give Sally the regular bonus that she has coming from our chart but then we bring her in here and we tell her that there is another part to her bonus. The other part is that she gets to use you as her sex toy for one day."

Barbara's mouth dropped open. Then she grinned from ear to ear. "It'll eat her alive," Barbara fairly crowed. "It's a stroke of genius. Yes, we'll do it."

"And," Mary added, "You'll really enjoy yourself."

"And," Barbara said after her, "I'll really enjoy myself."

"Let's call her in," Mary said eagerly. But Barbara held up a hand.

"There's one more thing that I want to mention before we do. I've spoken to some friends and I want to run by you the idea of using some of our resources to purchase company cars for the executive staff: you, Sally, Andy, me. I understand that it'll be good for our corporate tax picture too."

"Hmm," Mary said thinking, "Lovely idea. What kind of cap do we put on it and what strings?"

"No strings at all for usage," Barbara said, "And maybe a cap of say $50,000 per car?"

"Done," Mary said, "You really are a good boss."

"Well thank you, Mar," Barbara said, "Even if you're not going to show me what's under that skirt."

"You're welcome, sweet ass, and no, I'm not."

They were both grinning at one more round in their constant sexual battle with each other.

Barbara called for Sally on the intercom. When she came in they asked her to sit. Barbara and Mary talked to her about how valuable she was to them as executive assistant. They gave her the envelope with a very generous bonus check. The amount made Sally blush.

Mary smiled and said: "We've done very well and you've helped a great deal. You deserve that."

Then Barbara explained to Sally about the new plan for company cars for executives and Sally was almost ready to cry. Sally got up to go but Mary put a hand out to keep her there.

"There's one more thing that Barbara wants to tell you; one more part to your bonus."

"Yes?" Sally said inquisitively.

"You tell her," Mary demanded of Barbara.

"Well, Sally, we've talked and we've decided, uh, I've decided to let you use me as your sex toy for a day."

Sally's eyes widened and her breathing became noticeably labored. "A day?" she said in a strangled whispered voice. "But what does it mean? What could I do, can I do?"

Mary broke in at this point and said, smiling at Barbara, "Anything you want."

"Jeez," Sally said with wonder in her voice. "Anything! I don't think I'd even know what to do."

"I know," Mary said, "That's why I will do it with you and help you with plans and ideas! You'll love it," she grinned at Sally, "And you will too," I guarantee it," she said winking at Barbara.

Sally was in tears at this point, telling them that they were just the greatest bosses ever, ever." She left in tears.

"Right on target," Barbara said.

"Exactly," Mary agreed.

Mary got up but Barbara put out a hand, and said: "One more thing, Mar; I need to talk to you about the bonus that I've decided on for you."

"Not necessary!" was Mary's quick remark.

"Nevertheless, give me a moment," Barbara said. "We both know that we are one of the best management teams in the industry. It's been hard work but look at how well we're doing. I don't plan to let anyone else steal you away. I've spoken the lawyers and I've had an agreement drawn up."

She pushed a document across the desk. Mary took it and glanced at it. Her head snapped up immediately.

"What!?" she said with almost alarm.

"Yes," Barbara said, "There is way too much money in all this just for me. You've earned this. I intend to make you full partner. I'll give you 48% of the stock and I'll keep the remaining 52%. We'll continue to build it up the way we have been and within five years time we'll just up and sell it. Let ourselves be swallowed and walk away with a huge number of millions. Sound like a plan?" Barbara smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," Mary rasped, "I don't know what to say," she continued.

"Saying anything is not necessary." Barbara said.

Mary got up then and rang for Sally.

When Sally got there, Mary said: "Watch both office doors. We have something we have to do here and want to be left alone for a while. No one gets to us, no calls nothing, unless the place is on fire."

"Understand," Sally said, and then before she left, she added: "Is anything wrong?"

"Wrong,"Mary said, "Why, no, she's just made me a full partner and co-owner and I'm going to take my clothes off now, eat her pussy."

The look on Barbara's face at this speech was euphoric.

"Ohhhhh," Sally almost wailed, "Can I watch?"

"Yes," Mary said quickly but make sure the doors are taken care of."

"Don't worry," Sally chimed in, "To get to watch this; I'll keep Atilla the Hun out." She went to make arrangements and came back in a little bit.

Meanwhile, Mary stood up and first unbuttoned the side button on her slim black skirt. It fluttered to the ground. She let it lay there. Part of being slutty just here and now was to not even care about her clothes or what condition they're in.

She stood and posed in thigh high smoke colored stockings and tiny red lace panties.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," moaned Barbara, "Look at you." she said in wonder.

"Eating time," Mary said with finality, as her blouse joined the skirt on the floor, then the bra.

Her tits weren't as big and magnificent as Barbara's but they were marvelous. From the corner where she stood, Sally simply moaned and ran her hand over her right nipple.

Mary looked at Barbara and said: "Panties off or on? You call it."

Barbara didn't hesitate: "Panties in Sally's mouth."

Mary laughed, "I love how perverse you are."

Barbara gazed at her, now naked except for her stockings and heels and said: "I simply love you."

"I know," Mary said, "It's part of what makes this work."

"Bring the chair around," Mary said.

"No," Barbara insisted, "Do it over here by my desk."

"Oh, yes, perfect." Mary said and moved sensuously over to where Barbara was still sitting.

She knelt and pushed Barbara's skirt up to her waist, and pulled her pink panties down, holding them out automatically for Sally, who was there in a trice to add another pair of fragrant panties to her mouth.

Then Mary knelt and pushed her face between Barbara's spread thighs, lifting her naked ass with her hands in order to shove Barbara's pussy into her face and open mouth. Barbara's moan was almost a wail, as Mary's mouth made contact with her cunt. It was all over then, so to speak but the wailing. Mary ate and Barbara came and Sally was the silent witness to it all.

It was finally Sally, standing pale and shivering from the scene before her and reluctantly taking the panties out of her mouth who brought Barbara and Mary out of themselves.

She spoke lightly but in a tone that suggested a return to business. "I'm really sorry," she began, "But, uh, Elena, the, uh, the lawyer is due now to go over the papers.

This was enough to rouse them. Mary jumped up and hustled with her clothes to her office and Barbara got herself straightened out.

Sally went out then and in a few moments buzzed both Barbara and Mary to tell them that Elena was indeed there.

Barbara went to knock on Mary's office door saying: "Are you decent, love?"

Mary answered: "I haven't been decent for a long time but I am getting dressed."

When Mary opened the door she was dressed except for her blouse, still standing in her skirt and red bra.

"You look so nice in a bra," Barbara said a little breathlessly.

"No, no," Mary laughed, "You've had your way with me and Elena's here; you're not going to talk me out of my clothing again today."

"Oh, damn!" Barbara said, a grin on her face, as she leaned over to kiss Mary's hand.

"Mmm," Mary intoned, "Partner and you kiss my hand also; you're really going all out."

"You're worth it, Mar," Barbara said with conviction.

"We'll see," Mary said, and allowed her hand to snake out and grasp Barbara's right nipple, squeezing and twisting.

Barbara gasped.

"Be careful of me, boss," Mary said, a penetrating look in her eyes. "I can be dangerous."

Barbara leaned over and licked the palm of Mary's hand, saying: "I'm counting on it."

"We'll see," was Mary's enigmatic reply again.

"But let's go, love," Barbara said, "The legal eagle awaits."

"So you're really gong to do this?"Mary said, an inquiring look on her face.

"Absolutely," was Barbara's reply.

They went in together. When they entered the room, Elena stood smiling there. She shook Barbara's offered hand and gave Mary a hug, offering her a word of congratulations.

"I'm fairly overwhelmed," was Mary's reply.

They sat for the official task. Elena was young, blond and leggy but with a very promising butt, at least that's what Barbara thought. A butt that was emphasized by the normally tight skirts that she wore to work. Today's version was a cream colored skirt, which matched her jacket, and a touch of red lace was showing at her breast. She'd been the company's lawyer, taking the job over from her father, who was retired, for a few years.

Elena summarized the action being taken by the papers, namely that with this action Barbara was making Mary partner with a total of 48 % of the stock and a salary equal to Barbara's. They both indicated that they understood and the papers were signed, the deed done. Afterwards, Elena excused herself, indicating that her schedule was busy that day.

When she was gone, Barbara said: "Nice ass on that leggy girl."

"You think so?" Mary asked.

"Definitely," was Barbara's answer.

And then the dam broke. Smiling and laughing they were in each other's arms.

"Oh, Mary," Barbara exulted, "I'm so pleased."

Mary, now wet eyed replied: "I don't quite know what to say. This will have to do."

With that she took Barbara's face in her hands and kissed her, deep, long, wet, open mouthed, tongue, lips, teeth and spit, until they were both panting.

"You won't regret this," Mary said, gazing into Barbara's eyes.

"I know I won't," Barbara answered. "Hey, I know what," she continued, "Let's go out tonight and celebrate. What do you say?"

"I, uh,"Mary began, for she had plans and was going to beg off but she thought and said: "Excellent idea; I'm going to a favorite of mine tonight, a kind of private club called 'The Round Up', and I think you'll love it."

"Oh great," Barbara enthused, "It sounds exciting; what shall I wear?"

Mary smiled, "it's rather rough, boss, but I think right up your alley, hot and it's just for us girls. So be casual."

"Ooooo," cooed Barbara. "Will anyone be there that I know?"

"Maybe, ducks, maybe," was Mary's answer with a twinkle in her eye.

"I'll pick you up at 9 at your place."

"Lovely," Barbara answered, and then threw her arms around Mary again.

Sally entered at just that point, and both of the exulting women grabbed her, as she squealed. She began giggling immediately. Mary was kissing her and Barbara scooted behind her and raising Sally's skirt bit her in the ass, causing Sally to 'yip' in surprise.

"Yikes!" Sally cried and jumped. Then she fully realized the mood these two was in and what was going on.

She said: "Ohh, did you two officially do it? It's really done?"

Their grins told her all she needed to know. And that brought on more hugs.

Barbara wasn't sure what to wear but settled for a t shirt with porky pig on it, a favorite cartoon character of hers, no bra,"After all Mary had said this was a not place, no need of a bra," she thought. In addition she wore heels and skin tight beige stretch pants that outlined her bikini panties clearly. "Well," she thought to herself. "She said 'hot', so hot it will be."

Still she was hardly ready for what Mary was wearing. She had on a leather coat that came past her butt, a cowboy hat set at a rakish angle, leather chaps, and cowboy boots.

Barbara held her at arm's length and said: "I really like that outfit."

"Thanks, ducks," Mary answered. "And you look almost pornographic in that outfit; are you advertising with the pig on your chest?"

Barbara giggled at the suggestion.

Mary continued: "You'll be a real hit with the girls."

"The girls," Barbara said, again with a giggle. "This is a lesbian place isn't it?"

"What makes you think that?" Mary said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Ohhh," Barbara said, now wiggling with excitement. "I just knew it."

"Hmm," Mary mused, "Is our little pig really excited about it?"

"Yes," Barbara assured her, "Really, really,"

"Well," Mary said, patting Barbara's nicely rounded ass, accentuated by the pants she was wearing, "Let's go, sweet ass the night's waiting for us, and this little piggy is going to market!"

When they got to the 'Round Up', they saw any number of women, all ages, and sizes and levels of attraction, many wearing leather clothes.

There was a constant chorus of people greeting Mary saying: "Hey, Mike."

Barbara looked puzzled and asked about it. Mary told her that she was known at the club as "Cowboy Mike."

"Ohh," Barbara said with some enthusiasm, "I like that."

When they got to the coat room, Mary took off her coat, revealing that she was only wearing string bikini panties, with the back string fitted nicely into the crack of her lovely ass; they were iridescent purple. On top of that she wore chaps, and a leather vest with no bra.

"Oh, god," Barbara said in a hoarse kind of whisper, "Look at you, Mary! Oh, I mean, Mike. Good enough to eat!"

Mary gave Barbara a leering grin and said: "You might just get to prove those words one day."

Then Barbara took off her linen coat and checked it. "Just look at the way that they're staring at your ass," Mary exulted. "Makes me glad you're with me."

Barbara whispered a word of thanks, kissing Mary's cheek in the process, then they were inside.

They went to a table but Barbara suddenly stopped and, staring across the room, blurted out quietly to Mary: "But those girls, uh, women over there, they're all nearly naked."

"Yes," Mary answered, "That's the slave pen; they're the cunts, as we call them, the slaves here in the club. They're waiting for their owners to call for them."

Barbara, again with a hoarse whisper said: "That's so hot!"

But then she stopped suddenly and Mary, just looked on grinning. For there at the front of the group of 'cunts' was Elena the blond, leggy lawyer, wearing nothing but peach colored panties, a dog collar, heels and a sign saying: "Cowboy Mike's cunt Elena."

"Son of a bitch," Barbara said and turned to Mary with a grin: "She's your ... uh ... your ... cunt?"

"Yes," Mary said simply.

Elena had been staring hopefully at the two of them, and finally Mary called her over. Elena approached them with her eyes lowered. Her smallish, perky tits swayed gently. Her panties were peachy and transparent allowing everyone to see her rich golden brown pussy hair.

"AH," exclaimed Barbara, "Hair, I like that. I can't stand bald pussies."

Mary laughed: "Yes, naked pussies are for men who aren't sure of their manliness. You need to have some hair between your teeth to know you've been eating pussy."

It made Barbara giggle. Elena came toward them, all fluid movement; no longer the corporate lawyer but a lithe, sensuously moving woman, whose ass wasn't hidden now by tight, yet conservative skirts, but was in plain view through the thin material of the panties that 'Cowboy Mike' had allowed her to wear.

Barbara turned to Mary and said: "Uh, Mike."

Mary looked at her and smiled broadly. "Yes, Barbara," she said.

Barbara continued: "She's gorgeous, I always suspected it."

"Yes," Mary answered, a possessive grin trailing across her face, "And deliciously submissive."

Then with a kind of emphatic tone in her voice, she continued, looking at Barbara and said: "Just like you, ducks; just like you."

Mary was grinning at Barbara's obvious confusion. She continued: "Makes you hot for me to put it that way; doesn't it?"

Barbara's answer was quietly "Yes, it does, Mike."

This time with no hesitation, no second thought; it was just said straight out.

"Be careful," Mary said staring into Barbara's eyes, "Be careful, sweet ass, or you'll be my next 'cunt' like Elena here," who was quietly standing at their table waiting to be recognized.

"Cunt? Ah, your next, ah, cunt." Barbara said softly, while getting a little pale, and obviously taken by the turn of the conversation.

"Yes, cunt," said Mary;

"Ohh," was all Barbara could manage.

Mary laughed, "Just be careful, sweet ass, or I'll take those tight pants of yours down just to see how wet this is making you."

"Wet!" was Barbara's only comment, as she leaned in for a kiss. Then she added wistfully: "What a lovely idea!"

Mary grinned at her saying: "You're asking for it."

"I think I might be," Barbara said.

Then Mary's expression changed for a moment and she said, in prelude to the kiss: "Barbara, I want you to know how much I appreciate what you've done."

They kissed, no passion now but friends.

"You really deserve it, Mike," Barbara said playfully.

"But look who's here," Mary said gayly, indicating the nearly naked, panty and heels clad Elena.

Mary held out her hand and Elena kissed it and immediately sank to her knees, causing Barbara to gasp, as Elena kiss Mary squarely on her panty covered pussy, while kneeling between her chaps covered legs. Mary took Elena's head and held it in place, while Barbara stared.

Turning to Barbara as she did so, Mary said: "If you hold open your legs, when I tell her to, she'll greet you in the same way. If you don't want that, she'll just kiss your hand."

"Oh, I see," Barbara answered, as she spread her own legs.

"Greet our guest, pet," Mary said, kissing Elena's upturned face.

Barbara was immediately turn on by the fact that Elena didn't even try to get up. She crawled to Barbara and buried her lovely lawyer's face in Barbara's pussy, through her pants. Barbara could feel the hot breath seeping through her pants and her panties. The lovely ass was hardly covered by her tiny transparent panties.

Barbara stroked down Elena's back to the swell of her ass, loving the chance touch her. Elena countered by lifting her ass into the touch. By the time they broke away from one another both were panting.

"Now, Elena, " Mary commanded, "Show yourself off for our guest."

Elena got up and kind of preened. Barbara noticed diamond pierced earrings, one with a letter 'c' and the other with the letter 'm', for 'Cowboy Mike.' Also written in marker right above her ass, which Elena bend forward for Barbara to see, were the words: 'Cowboy Mike's Cunt.'

"Exquisite!" Barbara said with a breathy tone.

"Look, you two," Mary said, "I'll get the drinks or it'll take forever. Why don't you two dance?"

Barbara smiled at the prospect.

They got to the floor and Elena said: "May I please speak?"

"Yes, of course," Barbara answered.

"I, uh, didn't know that Mike was bringing you here tonight; it's such a surprise and really a treat for me," Elena said.

"For me too," Barbara replied.

And Elena realized that she meant it. "I was afraid you'd be, you know, turned off to find out that I'm 'this way'."

This made Barbara laugh and kiss Elena, as she said: "So am I!"

Elena was obviously shocked. "You mean ... like ... a submissive?"

"Totally," Barbara said. But then she said, noticing how strange Elena's way of dancing was, with her arms strictly down at her sides: "Why are you dancing that way?"

Elena smiled and said: "Because you haven't told me where I can put my hands."

"Where do you want to put them?" Barbara asked.

"Really?" Elena said enthused.

"Really," was Barbara's answer. "We submissive sisters need to stick together. So tell me."

Elena didn't hesitate: "I've always really loved your ass. Can I put my hands there?"

"Ah, lovely," Barbara said: "Your hands on my ass and my hands on your ass."

They closed in on each other as several other women watched the two gorgeous women dance, each with their hands on the other's ass.

In Barbara's case, her hands were down inside Elena's panties.

"Can you get your hands inside the waist band of my slacks?" Barbara whispered.

Elena moved her hands; the waist band of the pants, and Barbara's panties, were sufficiently flexible enough to allow the intrusion of her hands. And then Barbara could feel Elena's hands massaging the cheeks of her ass, as she did the same to Elena's ass. It felt wonderful.

"What did Mike mean that it would take forever to get drinks if you got them?"

They were dancing tightly, belly to belly, as they talked.

"Because a cunt away from her master here is fair game."

"Meaning?"

"Anyone can do anything to them."

"Anything?" Barbara wondered out loud amazed.

"Well, almost," was Elena's reply.

"But we have strict rules. There's no doing scat, for example but..."

"But?" Barbara inquired.

"Well," Elena explained, "See those few gals near the bathroom door?"

"Yes,"

"Well, if a cunt like me goes in there, and sooner or later Mike will send me; she always does. They'll follow me into the toilet and ... uh..."

She hesitated but Barbara knew what was coming. "And pee in your mouth and on you?"

"Yes," Elena replied in a whisper into Barbara's ear, a very wet whisper.

"Mostly in my mouth."

Now it was Barbara's turn to talk into Elena's ear with sensuous wetness: "Do you like that?" She wanted to know from the lawyer.

Elena became enthusiastic about it: "I really do!"

"That's so hot," was Barbara's whispered reply, accompanied by her tongue in Elena's ear.

"I'd love to do that to you," Barbara continued.

Elena only emitted a groan.

"I think it would be great," Barbara said, "To do that to you some day, when you're at the office as our corporate lawyer. Or would that be like a breach of boundaries?"

"That would be way, way beyond cool," was Elena's breathless but earnest reply. "Would I get to do the same to you?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, of course," was Barbara's instant reply.

The dance ended and they walked back to the table hand in hand. Someone else was at the table; a big gal wearing tight black stretch pants which ended in tall boots. The pants were so tight that they accented the bulge of an obviously stiff cock inside the pants.

Barbara couldn't help but notice.

"Ah," the big gal said with glee, "You notice my bulge? Like it? Nice, huh?"

"Love it," was Barbara's grinning reply. "You must be happy to see me," she quipped.

"That I am!" was the big woman's reply. She wore a kind of stretch halter top, which barely squeezed in her large tits and a black, leather vest over the stretch top.