Chapter 3
Becca showed up at the office on Friday dressed as she had been ordered. She had a pair of panties in her purse for later. She felt nude without them. She was sure that everyone knew that she was not wearing panties. Mr. Detroit had sent several pairs of real silk stockings and some sexy lingerie to the house for her to wear. She still was not sure she could go along with what he wanted. She was not going to be anyone's sex object.
Becca started thinking about their last encounter. She could not believe that she had responded to him as she had. She smiled to herself as she remembered the orgasms. They were everything that people said they were. Howard had never given her sex like Carl Detroit had. If Howard wasn't drunk he was somewhere gambling all of their money away. When she got out of this mess that was the end of Howard. Let him gamble away some other woman's money.
Becca stood in front of the secretary's desk and asked to see Mr. Detroit. The secretary announced her to Carl and Becca heard the electric door lock buzz and she pushed the door open. As she walked away from the secretary, she thought that she saw the beginnings of a smile on the young woman's face. Becca wondered if the secretary knew what was going on in the office of Carl Detroit. She wondered if the secretary had ever been forced to have sex with Carl.
Carl was sitting at his desk when she entered. He had a file open in front of him and he would occasionally stop and make notes on the file. Twice he stopped to make a phone call. He acted as if he didn't realize that she was even in the room. When he completed the second call, he motioned for her to come and stand beside him. She stood beside him while he read the file. It was the quarterly financial report on one of his companies. As he read, he put his hand on her knee and started to run his hand slowly up her leg. As his hand worked it's way higher, Becca's knees got weak and she had to concentrate on keeping her balance. He caressed her ass and then moved his hand to her mound. Becca put her hands on the desk to support herself. The hand was driving her crazy. It found her clit and massaged it gently. Then he pushed two fingers into her and she cried out in passion.
"I see you followed my instructions," he smiled, noting that she was not wearing panties.
He continued to fuck her with his fingers and to massage her clit with his thumb. She could not be still and moved her body to meet his fingers. Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her and moved his hand to her thigh.
"Please don't stop," she cried and hated herself as soon as she realized what she had said.
Carl smiled and put his fingers back into her and continued to thrust his fingers into her cunt and massage her clit at the same time. She started to moan with each thrust and grabbed the desk tighter and gritted her teeth to suppress her cries as she started to cum. Her legs started to feel like they were made of rubber and she sank to her knees and tried to catch her breath.
He turned his chair to her and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pushed it toward her face. He guided her head to him and she took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock and took more of his length into her mouth. Carl held her head and forced her to increase her tempo. He opened her blouse and pushed her bra to the side and started to roll her nipples between his fingers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the secretary come into the room and stand in front of his desk. The young woman was discussing the file with Carl while he pushed his cock into her mouth.
"Marie, this is Becca," he said, "She's beautiful isn't she. And a great cock-sucker too."
Marie smiled and left the room. Becca could not pull away from his grip. She was embarrassed that the young woman had seen her with his cock in her mouth. He tensed and she felt the seed course through his cock and shoot into her mouth. He held her in place and forced her to swallow most of his load. Some of his cum ran down her chin and dropped on her chest.
As he stood up to zip up his pants she sat on the floor and dropped her head. She wondered just how far she would have to sink before he released her. If Becca could have put her hands on her husband at that moment, she would have strangled him. The phone on his desk rang, as he talked Becca went into the bathroom to shower. She felt dirty with Carl's cum on her.
The water cascaded over her body and she stood under the water and let it wash away Carl's cum. Becca heard the door open. She could not see through the shower door as the glass was frosted. She heard movement in outside of the shower and strained to see if Carl was going to shower with her again. The shower door opened and Marie stood for a few seconds looking at her and smiled. The young woman stepped into the shower and took the washrag from Becca and soaped it up. Becca moved as far away from Marie as she could in the confines of the shower stall. The young girl gently turned her around and started to wash her back. Becca tensed for a moment and then relaxed as she was gently caressed by the washrag and Marie's hand. She was turned to allow the water to rinse the soap off of her back and then Marie started to wash the front of her. Becca tensed. Marie was gentle and Becca relaxed and allowed her to wash her breasts and stomach. She had never been this intimate with a woman before, but it felt good to be waited on by someone else for a change. Marie hand went to Becca's mound and she pulled away.
"Don't, I have never done anything like this before."
Marie kissed her gently and continued to caress her mound and massage her tits with the other hand. She panicked when she started to get aroused by the young woman's hands and opened the shower door and grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off. Marie got out of the shower and helped her dry herself. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Carl stood looking at the two women with a smile on his face.
"Is this a private party or can anyone come?"
He took Becca by the hand and pulled her into the office and led her to the couch. She sat down on the couch and tried to cover herself with the towel. Marie came out of the bathroom and stood next to Carl. She made no attempt to cover her body as Becca did.
"Why don't you ladies finish what you started?" Carl laughed.
Marie gently pushed her back against the couch and knelt in front of her. She pushed Becca's knees apart and looked into her eyes. Marie lowered her face and kissed Becca on her cunt lips. Becca tensed and tried to push her away. Marie's tongue found her bud and Becca almost jumped off of the couch as the electricity shot through her body. The young woman's tongue traced her slit and Marie shoved her tongue as far as she could into her and then massaged her clit again. Becca relaxed for a second as the tongue increased the pleasure it was giving her. The electricity shot to her brain and she grabbed Marie's head and held her to her cunt and raised her hips to meet the pleasure giving tongue. Marie was much better than Carl had been and Becca lost herself in the sea of pleasure. Marie rolled her Becca's nipples between her fingers while her tongue drove Becca wild. Becca suddenly tensed and she clutched Marie's head to her cut as the best orgasm of her life took hold of her body and she became oblivious to her surroundings. Marie rose and kissed her gently and Becca returned the kiss willingly. Marie pulled away and went into the bathroom. She emerged several minutes later fully dressed. She kissed Becca again and went to her desk in the outer office.
Carl sat on the edge of his desk and watched the two women. He smiled as he thought about the great pictures he was getting. He wondered if he should use the pictures when he met with Howard Smith in Paris next week.
"Becca, get dressed. We'll leave about five o'clock for dinner. The show is an off-Broadway production. I think you'll like it."
She showered again and got dressed. They left in his limo for the restaurant about five o'clock. He took her to one of the better restaurants in New York and Becca enjoyed it. Carl talked to her like she was his date instead of as a sex object. He was a perfect gentleman in the restaurant and at the theater. Becca had never been to a show; Howard never had any money for such things because of his gambling. On the way to her house, after the theater, he sat next to her and talked to her about his businesses. He asked her about her dreams and he seemed genuinely interested in her life. At the front door he kissed her as if they were coming home from a date. She returned his kiss. She was a little confused, as this was a side of Carl Detroit that she had not seen before. Maybe there was a little decency in the man somewhere.
Carl got back into the limo and ordered the driver to head for home. He smiled to himself as he remembered the confusion on her face as he kissed her goodnight. He knew that she was trying to figure out if he had feelings for her and if he could really be a nice person. His actions this evening was meant to cause her to be confused.
"Dumb Bitch," he thought to himself.