Just Another Day at the Office (2 page)

“You are,” Jayson replied calmly. “You’ll be doing both.”

“But it didn’t say anything in the contract—”

“It said you’d be required to perform all functions related to the job at hand,” Jayson said, interrupting her. He moved around the desk, blocking her exit in case she tried to bolt. “The job at hand is that of assisting a sex toy product tester. Product testers test products, and they need subjects to test those products upon. Why did you think we required you to sign that release if we weren’t going to be using our toys on you, Chelsea?”

“I thought it was for if I used them on myself. Alone. At home. On a trial basis.”

Jayson crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet shoulder-width apart. That was pretty wide, considering. “You thought wrong. It never said anything about any of that. Maybe you should have asked questions before you signed.”

Chelsea shook her head, her clear blue eyes wide. “This can’t be legal.”

“Should we go consult a lawyer? We have one in-house, and he assures me everything in these documents will hold up in court.”

With a huff that sent her bangs flying, she said, “Then I quit.”

Jayson smiled. She really should have read through that contract before she signed it. “I’ll accept this as your ninety-day notice if you’d like. You can change your mind on that at any point during the ninety days and it will be like you never issued it. In the interim, you’ll have to continue performing your duties as outlined within the contract and as assigned by me. Or, if you want to break the contract outright, then you will owe Toyz ‘R Us a year’s salary, due upon the moment of termination.”

For a few minutes, Chelsea sat there with her mouth opening and closing, as though she was searching for another argument. “I suppose we should make it my ninety-day notice, then,” she mumbled.

“Fine. I’ll let Russ know. Now, let’s get back to work, why don’t we? Take off your shirt. I want to see what’s underneath.”

Chelsea dropped her eyes, but her hands moved to the buttons of her blouse, shaking as she undid them. She had on a sexy little pink bra underneath, the lace-covered, demi-cup sort where her tits were nearly spilling out. When she pulled her arms free, he took the shirt from her and hung it in the coat closet in his office.

When he came back to her, Jayson moved behind her and trailed his fingertips over the tops of her bra cups, dipping just beneath to tweak her nipples, playing with them. She squealed a little at the contact. Whether she wanted to be aroused or not, those nubs were already rock-hard before he ever touched them.

Definitely fake boobs, but he didn’t care. Texture had never mattered in terms of getting his cock up as much as size and shape. This pair was just about as perfect as either God or a plastic surgeon could make them.

“Lose the skirt, too,” he said, still rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

When she reached behind her back to undo the zipper, it caused those gorgeous breasts to stand up at attention even more than they already were. He didn’t move back at all, causing her to brush her hands against his cock while reaching for it. She gasped, probably because he was already hot and hard and ready. That, or maybe because of how big he was. Either way, he liked the fact that he unnerved her. The zip released, and the skirt fell to her feet. Chelsea had on a tight little pair of boy-shorts, white cotton with pink trim to match her bra.

“We’ll be going shopping for supplies this afternoon,” Jayson told her, kicking the skirt aside. The boy-shorts wouldn’t do, and his budget would allow for lingerie, lube, condoms—all that sort of thing.

Chelsea just nodded at him. She probably didn’t have a clue what he meant by ‘shopping’ or ‘supplies,’ but that was just as well.

As it was, just from the little bit of attention he was paying her tits, her breathing was weak and her eyes had turned a deeper shade of blue. For all her sass, she was going to be an easy one to work with.

Jayson took his hands away from her breasts finally—though he did it reluctantly. He reminded himself he’d have plenty of time to do far more than he was doing then. “Bend over for me at the waist.”

She glared at him, but a minute later, she did as he asked. As soon as she did, Jayson bent over and rubbed her ass. His hands were bigger than her cheeks. God, he would love to fuck that ass, pulling hard on those massive tits to ram her down further onto his cock. He would, too. Soon. But first, he’d have to spend some time working her up to it.

“So,” he said while he squeezed and pressed against her cheeks, “like I said, this afternoon, we’ll go shopping for supplies. Tomorrow, instead of coming in to the office, you’re going to come to my house. Be there at nine a.m. sharp. I’ll give you your uniform before you go home tonight.” He slipped a finger beneath her panties and slid it along her already sopping wet pussy lips and then back, until it pressed lightly against her tight little puckered hole.

She gasped. “My uniform?” she said on a moan when he pushed his finger inside, up to the first bend, and then wiggled it.

Before he could answer, a knock sounded at the door. Must be Abby with their test products. “Come in,” he called out, not moving from his current position.

Chelsea squirmed and tried to straighten herself, but he planted one hand at the base of her neck to hold her in place and kept the other on her ass, one digit working in her nether hole. The door opened, and a sexy, little brunette came in with huge eyes, staring at Chelsea and carrying a sealed box.

“Set that on the desk, please, Abby.” Jayson pressed his finger deeper, moving to the second joint, and used two others to slide inside her cunt. She squirmed against him—but even more wetness met his efforts.

Abby hurried inside and nearly dropped the box, her jaw hanging slack. Then she looked back at him. “Mr. Toyer said I should ask if you needed anything else from me before I go, Mr. Grant.”

Did he? Several ideas ran through Jayson’s head, but he figured he’d better not scare either of the girls too quickly. “That’ll be all for today. I’m sure you have other things to do.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Abby nearly sprinted out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

“Well,” Jayson said, “why don’t we see what we’ve got to test this week, hmm?” He regretfully removed his fingers, guided Chelsea back to her seat, then moved behind the desk again. From his desk drawer, he pulled out a box opener and cut the seal.

He couldn’t stop the wide grin that overtook him then. Russ Toyer was a fucking god.

That smile couldn’t be good. Chelsea leaned forward, trying both ignore the ache in her sex, butt, and tits, and to see inside the box, but then thought better of it. Maybe she didn’t want to know.

Whether she wanted to know what was in it or not, though, didn’t seem to matter.

Jayson looked up and met her eyes with a lewd grin. “Looks like Russ’s looking out for me.” He lifted out the contents, one item at a time, setting them out on the desk in front of her.

It was all Chelsea could do not to gawk. She was no stranger to sex toys, but she’d never seen the likes of these first items. They looked like shorter, wider, cone-shaped dildos, in graduated sizes and made of steel. Four of them, all lined up in a row like little ducks. But he didn’t stop there. He pulled out two regular looking dildos that were definitely bigger than any she’d ever used. Then a black, leather, strappy looking thing—something that could only go around her waist and between her legs. Was that a
chastity belt
? Good grief, he couldn’t seriously intend to use that on her. Then he pulled out two final items: a monstrous tube of lube and a long, twisty, pink silicone thing with bumps of varying shapes and sizes all over it.

This was going to be unlike any job she’d ever had before.

When he finally emptied the box of all its contents, he moved it to the floor beneath his desk and winked at her. “Know what all of this is?”

Chelsea gulped and shook her head.

“These two,” he said, pulling the dildos closer to him for inspection, “I’m sure you’ll recognize, are dildos.” He looked at the bases and smirked. “Vibrators, actually.”

Jayson picked up the steel items next. “And these lovely devices are graduated—” he broke off to look at the bottoms again— “
vibrating
butt plugs. Both the dildos and the butt plugs are designed to fit into this harness, which will hold them in place for as long as I want them there.”

So it wasn’t a chastity belt. Jesus freaking Christ, it was even worse than she’d imagined.

“I’m sure you know what lubricant is. We’ll be needing plenty of it, it appears, because of all of these anal toys. And finally,” he said, picking up the odd looking silicone thing, “this is what Toyz ‘R Us is calling a snake. That’s all you need to know about it for now, though. We’ll play with it later on.”

Play
, he said. Like it was all a game. It looked like almost all of these “test products” were geared toward butt fucking. She’d never allowed any of her boyfriends to screw her that way. It just seemed painful and gross and unsexy, and not like something she wanted in the least. How on earth would she get out of this one?

Chelsea sat there for several minutes, staring at these sex toys spread out over the desk and wishing she hadn’t made such an impetuous decision.

Damn, she should have read through that contract a little better. But she’d needed to get a full-time job, or her parents were going to kick her to the curb, stop paying her rent and utilities, after she’d dropped out of SMU. This opportunity had presented itself, and it had seemed like the perfect job for her.

She could work full time, do a little typing and filing, and maybe take a few product trials home to get herself off. What could be better? Especially since David had dumped her last week…not that she’d been seeing much action with him, anyway.

But now…could she do this? Already, she was sitting in a strange man’s office—a
huge
strange man, no less—in nothing but her bra, panties, socks, and pumps, with a massive assortment of butt sex toys staring her in the face.

“Well,” Jayson said, startling her out of her thoughts, “what do you say we get started?” Before she pulled her head back together, he was around the desk and pulling her to her feet, and she could do nothing but stammer.

His hands were massive—the size of frying pans, almost. Chelsea wasn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but he towered over her and everything about him dwarfed her.

With a quick flick, he had her bra unfastened. It fell to her feet on the floor. Then he reached around her from behind and was touching her tits again, molding his hands against them and pressing on her nipples that were already hard as rocks. God, it felt good. She cursed herself when she let out a little moan. She was supposed to be resisting him, standing up for herself, but he had her melting into a puddle of goo at his feet.

Speaking of puddles, there already seemed to be one forming in her pussy, just from the way he was touching her tits and ordering her around. How the heck was that happening? She shouldn’t be getting off on him telling her what to do like he owned her, but that was what was happening, regardless.

Jayson pulled back hard on her breasts, forcing her back flush against his front, and his cock made itself known against her crack. Like the rest of him, it was enormous. Chelsea closed her eyes and tried to breathe. He’d kill her if he tried to put that thing in her pussy, let alone up her butt. The biggest guy she’d ever dated had been maybe six and a half inches, and screwing him had been painful.

But then one of his hands moved lower and cupped her sex, separating her lips and pressing the fabric of her panties up into her. “God, you’re practically dripping, you’re so wet for me,” he said next to her ear as he used the cotton to abrade her clit.

He let her go, and she nearly fell over from the loss. “Take off your panties.” Jayson moved over to his desk and shoved everything over to one side.

Blushing like a new whore at confession, Chelsea slid her soaked panties down her hips. They landed at her feet and she stepped free of them, then started to do the same with her socks until he grabbed her arm.

“Leave the socks. They make me think of thigh-highs and garters. We’ll be getting you some of those, by the way.”

She blushed again at the thought that he intended to buy her undergarments.

Without letting go of her hand, Jayson led her over to the desk. He pulled a pillow from the sofa—convenient how something like a sofa was located there, in his office—and put it between the hard edge of the desk and her hips, then bent her over it. He pressed her down until her head was on the desk, facing the outside window.

Christ, she’d forgotten that anyone in that building could be watching all of this. Chelsea scanned the offices across from them. Most had their blinds closed, but a few had them at least partially open. Was anyone watching this?

“Spread your legs for me. Let’s get started with our tests.” Keeping one hand on her head, where she couldn’t move, Jayson reached over and grabbed something from the desk. She wanted to see what it was, but his strength made it impossible for her to budge even so much as an inch.