Well, might as well tell him, she thought. “Not well. He left me, went home to his parents'."
Jack glanced at her. “How does that make you feel?"
"Like a failure. Like I've been abandoned. ‘Course, I can't exactly blame him. As he pointed out, I made this decision on my own, without any input from him. So I got what I deserved."
"I guess that changes things—concerning the house, I mean."
"Yeah. I'll have to put it on the market now. Of course, I'll give you anything I make from it—unless you want me to use that money to get a cheap apartment."
What was unspoken, of course, was: Are you going to help me pay for my living expenses?
Jack was silent for a time. He simply stroked her pussy. She found herself getting lost in his attentions. Finally, he said, “Yes, you should put your house on the market right away. I know a realtor who might be willing to help you out."
El knew what that meant—more sex in exchange for services. Her stomach fluttered and she wasn't sure if it was from the thought of her ever-expanding list of “clients” or Jack's fingers rubbing her clit.
He suddenly stopped and El opened her eyes to look at him. “Rather than get an apartment, I've decided to move you into my house—temporarily. I have plenty of room. That way, you won't have to pay rent and all the money you earn can go right into paying me back. We can sell your furniture or put it into storage."
El mulled that over for a minute. She visualized herself, waking up on clean sheets, next to Jack, having him roll over and fuck her hard before she got up. She liked that idea. “Yes, sir."
El waited for Jack to start the car. Then he said: “So Bill's gone? The house is empty?"
She looked at him. Did he want to fuck her here? “Yeah, it's empty."
"Good. I need to find you another outfit."
"You don't like this?"
"No, it's fine. I want you to wear that. But we have a client meeting this afternoon and I want you to have something more conservative to change into."
That told El that this client may not be interested in a sex slave.
They got out. El had to adjust her skirt. Her pussy tingled. She led Jack up the stairs, wondering what her neighbors must think. First they see her husband leave, now a stranger goes inside with her.
Jack picked out a nice business dress—if you were Ally McBeal. The skirt was too short, but not obscenely so. Not like the one she had on. The top consisted of a light blue rayon blouse and a suit jacket that matched the skirt. No underwear, however. He didn't let her wear the outfit, he just brought it along on a hanger.
Back in the car, Jack's fingers went back to work. They rode in silence for a bit. El's pussy was beginning to grow wet and she could hear the occasional squishy sound as Jack's probed her. Surprisingly, she wasn't too sore this morning. His ministrations were beginning to turn her on again. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the car seat.
"I feel some stubble here,” Jack's voice interrupted her daydream.
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I spent a lot of time on it. That's why I was almost late."
"Well, we can fix that."
She wanted to ask what he meant and she visualized him shaving her on his desktop every day. The thought excited her. But before she could speak, they bumped over the entrance leading to the plant. El sat up and automatically started to adjust her skirt before realizing that was the actions of the Old Ellen, not the new, slutty El. Jack parked, but before he got out, he raised his fingers to her mouth. Without thinking about it, El licked her own juices off them. Jack got out, again without a word. She got out, then tugged her skirt down over her ass cheeks. She reached into the back seat and retrieved the outfit.
She heard a wolf whistle and turned to see Tom, the night foreman, just getting off work. He leered at her and winked. She briefly smiled back, remembering Tom's visit yesterday afternoon. He'd come swaggering in, his big stomach leading the way. He had to be fifty. Like Scotty, he was divorced and had let himself go. From what she'd heard, Tom liked to say he had two hobbies: drinking beer and eating.
Fortunately for her, Tom didn't want to fuck her. He only wanted a blow job. Because Jack was busy in his office, she had to blow him while he sat in her chair, just like she'd done for the delivery boy. Only this time, she wasn't wearing her skirt. Tom stared at her pussy for a long time before he let her get started. Once her mouth was on him, he'd come in just a few minutes—apparently, it had been a long time since he'd gotten laid.
"Thanks, slut,” he'd told her and she almost got angry. It was as if only Jack could call her a slut. The ludicrousness of her situation had stopped her, however. After all, she
was
a slut. It might as well be on her job description.
She tried to push the image of fat Tom out of her mind. As she went down the corridor to her office carrying the dress, she passed a couple of factory workers on the way. When one of them, a big black man she knew as Jim, slapped her on the ass, she turned and glared at him, then stalked off. In her office, she hung up the suit and had barely gotten to her seat when the intercom buzzed. She reached for the phone and her pussy at the same time, without thinking. Her training was taking over.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come in, El."
She got up and went through the door, stopping suddenly, mouth agape. There stood the man who had just slapped her ass in the hallway. Both of their eyes were on her and they didn't seem pleased.
El closed the door and removed her clothes, her hands shaking. She approached Jack and kneeled.
"How may I help you, master?"
"El, I asked Jim here to give you a slap on the ass this morning as a test to see how well you're fitting into your new job. Would you tell me, please, your reaction to Jim's actions?"
El knew she was in trouble. Her ass still ached from yesterday's spanking. “Um, sir, I, um, glared at him."
"Why did you do that?"
"I was caught off-guard, sir. I wasn't thinking."
"That's right. What's your role here?"
El thought she might faint. She glanced up at Jim, who seemed bemused by her predicament. “I'm ... a sex slave.” She heard Jim chuckle.
"Right. What should you have done when Jim spanked you, do you think?"
El thought hard. “Um, smiled at him?"
"Yes, that would've been preferable. Or wiggle your hips or blow him a kiss—anything that indicated to him that you appreciate his attentions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"This tells me you need some additional training, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
Jack nodded. “Jim has been kind enough to offer to administer the punishment."
El paled. Jim stood six-two with biceps like footballs. If he spanked her, he'd probably kill her. She made a low sound in her throat.
"I realize your bottom must still be sore from yesterday, right?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"So I'll give you a choice. You can either let Jim spank your tits with a ruler...” He pulled one from his desk drawer and held it up. El felt her breasts ache at the very thought. “...or you can let Jim fuck you..."
"Oh, I'll let him fuck—"
"Wait, you didn't let me finish. You'd have to fuck him in your office, not mine. And he'd tie you spread over your desk, ass toward the glass door. When he's finished, he's going to leave you like that until I come out and untie you."
El paled and nearly fainted again. To be on display like that! Yesterday, she'd been mortified to be seen without her skirt on in her office, now she could be publicly humiliated in front of whoever passes by. And she knew that once word got around, everybody would be stopping by for a look at her naked body. Some might even fuck her again.
"Oh, sir ... please.” She wasn't ready for that!
"What's your decision?"
"Sp-spank my tits, sir.” Jim sighed and looked disappointed.
"Very well. Turn and face Jim.” She moved her knees around a quarter turn. She felt Jack grab her arms and tie them with a section of cotton rope he pulled from his desk. “Just so you won't try to cover yourself,” he told her.
Jim took the ruler in one large hand and approached her. El closed her eyes and steeled herself. “Open your eyes, El. While he's administering your punishment, I want you to think about how you treat your fellow employees."
She did, just in time to see him strike her left breast. Whack! The first blow took the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and wiggled, trying to lessen the pain. Whack! Now on the right breast. El didn't know if she could stand it. Maybe letting him fuck her and being on display would have been a better choice.
Whack! Whack! Top and bottom of her breasts. She was crying now, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She nearly sobbed with relief when Jack told Jim that was enough.
He untied her. She sagged down, caressing her tender breasts, her eyes blurred by tears.
"I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. You may thank Jim for helping with your training while I'm gone.” He left.
"Th-th-thank you, Jim,” she said automatically, without looking up.
Jim's deep voice startled her. “You need to be more polite, slut. Look at me."
She raised her eyes and through the fog of tears, she saw his long black cock, sticking out of his pants, right at the level of her mouth. Now she understood what Jack had meant by “thanking him.” She opened her mouth and took Jim's thick cock inside.
He was too large for her to deep throat him, but that didn't seem to stop him from trying to force himself on her. She used one hand to stroke him in an effort to bring him off more quickly. That seemed to pacify him. She rubbed the shaft and suckled the head for several minutes while Jim built up a head of steam. El's pussy began to throb of it's own accord and she felt her wetness grow. It surprised her because she suddenly realized she wanted the big man's huge cock deep into her pussy. Would Jack allow it?
Within a few more minutes, Jim came in great quantities. El choked on his sperm, much of it running down her chin and splashing on her breasts.
When he pulled back she immediately began wiping up his precious seed with her fingers and sucking the fluid from them. He tasted good. She looked longingly at Jim's softening dick. She wanted to get up and lay down on the desk for him, but she knew he'd already been satisfied.
"You're a real sweetheart,” Jim rumbled as he zipped up. He turned and left. El felt her heart lurch when the door closed behind him. Jack must've been waiting outside, for he came in at once, a cup of coffee in one hand.
"Now, what have you learned from this?” Jack spoke to her as if she were a recalcitrant child.
El turned to attention to Jack, hoping he'd fuck her now. “To be nice to workers, no matter where I meet them.” She put her hand on his leg.
Jack ignored the effort. “That's right. I'll take off another hundred off your debt. You may go."
She scurried back to the door and put on her clothes. She winced as she pulled her top down over her sore breasts. She knew by tomorrow, she'd have bruises on them to match the ones on her ass. She decided to do whatever it takes to avoid further punishments.
CHAPTER 6
El sat at her desk with very little to do, but she wasn't complaining. After all, her job required she be available to anyone who wanted her, as long as Jack said it was okay. She mulled over the amount of money she'd made in the past two days. Let's see, it was two-fifty each for Bob and Scotty, and one hundred each for the delivery boy and Tom. Oh! And Raphael. That's eight hundred. And another hundred today, so far.
The numbers encouraged her. If she averaged eight hundred a day it would total four thousand a week. She took out a calculator and ran the numbers. Two hundred, forty-seven thousand at nine percent interest, comes to about two hundred, sixty-nine thousand. Divided by four thousand a week and that's....
She smiled when she saw the numbers come up.. Fifty seven weeks! That's just a little more than a year. And if she gave Jack the proceeds from the house and car, even less time.
Now she knew what she had to do. Rather than “endure” the fuckings and the suckings, she must encourage those opportunities. Of course, she never wanted to have sex without getting credit for it. Every cock she sucked brought her one day closer to being released from her servitude. And fucking was even better. She could make them wear condoms, rather than suck down a man's raw seed into her belly. And at two-fifty a pop, she could be making five thousand a week, if she worked at it.
She replayed the scene in her mind this morning. When Jim slapped her on the ass, she should've turned and asked him if he wanted a blowjob or, better yet, to fuck her—as long as Jack agreed, of course. And when Jack offered her the choice of being fucked and put on display, she should've accepted the fucking. Not only would she have earned two-fifty, but no doubt others would've come in and fucked her. She could've made a couple of thousand before noon!
It occurred to her she was rationalizing her actions, embracing her new life as a slut. And yet that voice deep inside her encouraged her:
Don't forget how strongly you came when Bob fucked you.
Her face grew hot. How could she be thinking about that? She'd been used, it wasn't right. Yet, it had been a powerful orgasm. The best by far.
The intercom buzzed. This time, her hand reached for her pussy before she picked up the receiver. “Yes, sir?"
"I'm expecting a client at ten. I'd like you to bring us some coffee, but don't strip unless I tell you to."
"Yes, sir.” She looked at her watch. It was barely nine-thirty. Coffee sounded pretty good to her, so she decided to get herself some. She rose and went into the corridor. When she entered the lunch room, there were three other employees there, two men and a woman. All conversation immediately ceased. They stared at her.
El knew they'd been talking about her, about how far she'd fallen. Rumors must be rampant, since neither she nor Jack would talk about why she had become the company slut. That was the choice she'd been given—company slut or public thief. If she ever wanted another job as a CPA or a CFO, she had to endure this.