Networking (mc,md,mf,ff,nc,gr)
by Virtual Scott

“Adele, are you trying to take advantage of me?” Jeanette’s giggle and 
the flush on her face suggested the third glass of wine was getting to her.

I felt a bit of a buzz myself, but since I was still nursing my first glass, it 
was more likely the satisfaction of having the most wonderful woman in the 
world staring at me with desire that matched my own. “Is it working?” I 
asked, unable to maintain a straight face.

Her smile broadened. “It has every other year. Why don’t we just skip 
dessert?” This was the eighth year we’d eaten here, starting with the night 
we’d met at a gallery while I was still in law school. We’d never made it 
to dessert.

I looked around for our waiter and found my gaze arrested by a couple seated at 
a booth on the opposite wall. The man happened to be looking in our direction, 
and our eyes met for a long second. There was a quality to his stare I 
couldn’t explain, but I’m sure it was a hit with the ladies. Or most of 
them; his physique and the cocky confidence radiating from him were wasted on 
me.

He blinked, and my eyes skipped sideways to his companion. She didn’t do much 
for me either, since I’d always inclined to classy and elegant -- like 
Jeanette -- instead of, well, artificial, like... My mind strained to make a 
connection but failed, distracted by the arrival of our waiter.

“The bill please,” I asked absently, still puzzling over the woman. As I 
stared into space, thinking, she slid out of the booth and stood up. The 
quality of her motion, caught in my peripheral vision, was instantly familiar, 
but then it disappeared again as she minced in the direction of the bathroom 
perched on scandalously high heels. For a second I’d been positive it was 
Livinia Lindstrom, but everything about her was wrong -- including the fact the 
guy at her table definitely wasn’t her husband, Chase.

I had to satisfy my curiosity. “I’m just going to use the restroom,” I 
told Jeanette, setting my napkin on the table and smoothing my dress as I 
gained my feet.

“Don’t get lost,” she smirked, giving me a look that could boil water. 
“I’ve only got one walk left in me, and it’s the one that ends at the 
bed.”

With that motivation, I hurried toward the back of the restaurant. The bimbo 
was looking at herself in the mirror, applying more cherry red lip gloss, when 
I pushed through the ladies’ room door. Up close, the resemblance was 
unmistakable. “Livinia?”

“Oh,” she said, looking over, “Adele. How are you? This is your 
anniversary, isn’t it?”

“I’m great,” I replied, thinking it was sweet of her to remember. 
“We’re even official, now.” I desperately wanted to ask about the 
bee-stung lips or the bust that looked several cup sizes larger than I 
recalled. I hadn’t seen her for years, since she’d said goodbye to endless 
days of legal scutwork to start a family. She still wore the rings; Jeanette 
and I had attended the wedding, but then we’d dropped out of contact. “How 
about you?”

Livinia exhaled softly and gripped the edge of the sink; I’d have been 
hanging on for dear life in those shoes, too. “We’re good. Chase and I, I 
mean. He’s just some guy I met,” she blurted out, anticipating the question 
I’d barely formed in my own mind. “It’s hard to explain.”

For the first time, she met my eyes and I recognized in them a haze I’d seen 
in Jeanette’s more than a few times. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Livinia 
gasped, and suddenly she hitched up her dress -- what there was of it -- and 
shimmied out of her panties! I was still gaping when she deposited them in my 
hand and rushed through the door.

My hand closed reflexively while I struggled to process what I’d just seen. 
Oh. My. God. Of course, I had to look. Apparently Livinia was into thongs, and 
what fabric there was in this one was completely soaked through. A closer 
examination showed semen as well!

Wrinkling my nose, I hurriedly dumped Livinia’s underwear in the trash, and 
then proceeded to wash my hands, twice. Apparently, she’d changed more than 
just her appearance since the last time we’d met! I was dying to tell 
Jeanette, but I realized something about the encounter had gotten me revved up, 
and suddenly talking was the last thing I wanted to do.

It seemed to take forever for our waiter to run my credit card, and I spent the 
time undressing Jeanette with my eyes -- making sure she could see I was doing 
it. Still, even her sultry smile couldn’t keep me from darting an occasional 
glance across the room at Livinia. She had her head thrown back, eyes closed, 
and her date’s arm was moving rhythmically, his hand hidden by the 
tablecloth. I was almost positive he was touching her, and the way he was 
looking at me while he did it finally creeped me out.



In one year of dating, five years of living in sin, and one of married bliss, 
Jeanette and I had never had a night to compare with this one. We barely made 
it to the bedroom before I was all over her, and Jeanette’s surprise quickly 
turned to pleasure as my fingers teased her out of her cocktail dress and my 
mouth fastened on a nipple.

The first orgasms were quick, rushed, like the boys I’d experimented with in 
my teenage years, but like a bed of coals burning hotter than a live flame, our 
sweat-slicked bodies continued to writhe against each other. Her gasps and 
sighs echoed my own as knowing touches raised goosebumps on our heated flesh, 
each of us taking the other higher until broken moans signaled another orgasm, 
spurring me to greater desire.

I must have fallen into a restless sleep, because at some point the woman with 
me morphed into Livinia. She lay beneath me, overcome with lust, as I caressed 
her swollen tits and explored the denuded mound my imagination constructed from 
that glimpse in the bathroom. At the same time, other hands stroked my body, 
discovering erogenous spots I didn’t even know I had and driving me to an 
absolute frenzy.

Finally, at the point I knew I was either going to climax or die, those hands 
spread my thighs, spreading my leaking moisture down them, and I felt--

I started awake, soaking wet and panting, already retreating from the edge. 
Jeanette lay beside me, the soft sound of her breath just audible in the quiet 
bedroom. Feeling simultaneously unfaithful and needy, I quietly slipped a 
finger between my slick folds, but the moment was gone beyond recapture.

It took me a long time to fall asleep again, and if I dreamed, I didn’t 
remember it.



“Kelsie, can you come in for a moment?” It had taken several nights of the 
same dream, each followed by a day of indecision and recrimination, to force me 
to this point.

My intern, which pretty much meant “unpaid admin,” hurried into my office 
and looked inquisitively at me. I don’t know that I would have given her the 
job, but then I was only an associate and not a member of the hiring committee. 
Kelsie was intelligent and energetic, and really attractive -- I mean *really* 
attractive -- but I worried she was there because of who she was related to 
rather than who she was.

“What did you need, Adele?” she asked, rocking restlessly on the balls of 
her feet.

My doubts about Kelsie didn’t make me blind to the advantages of having an 
effective administrative assistant instead of having to share pool personnel 
with the other associates. “I need the number for a Livinia Lindstrom; she 
was a paralegal for Parker & Downing up until about six years ago. You might 
need to check under Livinia Willis.”

“Absolutely!”

She had it to me before lunch, robbing me of the chance to second-guess myself 
for another day. It was dumb to keep prolonging the agony; I just wanted a 
little closure so I could move on with my life. With a sigh, I punched in the 
number and leaned back in my chair as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Livinia’s voice sounded husky, and there was muted noise in the 
background. It didn’t sound like she was at home, but maybe her son was old 
enough to be in school?

“Hi, Livinia; it’s Adele. Um, can you talk?” The rational part of my mind 
hoped she’d say no.

“I’m so glad you called!” she answered. “I meant to give you my number 
the other night, but... it slipped my mind.” Probably while you were riding 
that cock, I snarked to myself, immediately feeling mean for thinking it. 
“But I’m a little busy at the moment -- could we get together right after 
work?”

It seemed like a bad idea. “Well,” I hesitated, trying to decide how best 
to make a graceful refusal.

“Please?” Livinia asked.

The way she said that one word instantly brought the dreams that had been 
plaguing me to the front of my mind. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I 
hadn’t done anything wrong, and I wasn’t going to do anything wrong. It was 
just two acquaintances catching up. Perfectly normal. “How about 5:30, 
someplace downtown?” It was a little early, but nobody would mistake it for 
anything except business.

“Oh, great!” she exclaimed, sounding now like the bimbo I’d seen in the 
restaurant. “I’ll get us a table at the Jefferson!” It was close, but a 
little grander than I’d planned -- the Jefferson Hotel was where all the 
visiting bigwigs stayed when they were in town, and the restaurant was 
decidedly upscale. I occasionally took clients there when I wanted to impress 
them and could get away with charging the firm.

Well, it was her choice. I could do with just an appetizer and a drink, I 
decided; my workout schedule had suffered and a few less calories wouldn’t 
kill me. “At 5:30, then,” I sighed, glad I’d have it out of the way.

“See you soon, Adele! Oooh!” Livinia gasped and the line went dead. Had she 
just dropped the phone?

Another puzzle. I sighed and asked Kelsie to reschedule my 4:30 meeting just in 
case it ran long, and then I called Jeanette at the gallery to let her know 
I’d miss dinner. I tried to tell myself I was just being efficient by calling 
right away, when I knew she’d be at lunch and I could leave the message on 
her voicemail instead of talking to her personally. There was no reason to 
mention the subject of my meeting; she and Livinia had never been in the same 
circles.

Nothing was wrong, I reminded myself. Then I remembered the feel of Livinia’s 
sticky thong and squirmed again. Yeah, right.



“Adele Janssen, what the *fuck* do you think you’re doing?” I asked the 
mirror in the ladies’ room just after 5:00. I’d cleared out my inbox and 
sent Kelsie home, and decided a pre-emptive stop would ensure I wouldn’t have 
to share a bathroom with Livinia again -- just in case.

That was when I’d finally noticed that for some unfathomable reason I’d put 
on stockings and a garter belt that morning instead of my usual hose. Jeanette 
had given them to me for her birthday -- “just like a man,” I’d teased 
her -- and they were totally unsuitable for the office. Of course, beneath the 
corporate skirt and jacket, nobody could tell the difference, but I knew. It 
didn’t feel right; I twitched my skirt a little more firmly onto my hips, as 
if that would make any difference.

“You are going to get past this, this fantasy and put it behind you,” I 
ordered myself. “Life is too short and Jeanette doesn’t deserve it.” 
Since this wasn’t technically a business meeting, I touched up my lips with 
the lipstick I kept for evenings out. It was perhaps a little bold for the 
suit, but... What was I thinking? I doubted Livinia would notice.



I gave my name to the host at the Jefferson restaurant exactly at 5:30.

He scanned the list and looked up. “Ms. Janssen, Ms. Lindstrom regrets to 
inform you that she is indisposed, and requests that you join her in her 
room.” He held out a key card, surprisingly heavy, embossed with the 
Jefferson logo.

Nonplussed, I stared at it for a moment before forcing a brief smile and 
thanking him. What did she think this was? An assignation?

I forced my temper into check and seriously considered just chucking the key 
into one of the lobby trash cans before going home; we could get Chinese and 
cuddle on the couch. Just the thought of it put me in a better mood.

The key looked expensive, though, and there was the typical end-of-day crowd 
surrounding the front desk. Fuck it, I decided. Maybe we’d been co-workers 
once, casual friends at best, but this Livinia was a stranger and I was tired 
of getting jerked around. I’d give her the key in person, along with a piece 
of my mind, and go back home where I belonged!

Finally freed of debilitating doubt, I marched into the elevator and looked at 
the key again; a small sticker was affixed to it. 3300 was an odd room number, 
but the elevator did have a “33” button at the top -- which seemed to be 
dead.

The doors had closed before I figured out that I needed to insert the card in 
the slot beside the button before it would illuminate. The elevator car rose 
smoothly, and the doors opened again to reveal a small atrium featuring a 
single door on the other side. Livinia had the penthouse? That must be some 
story -- but, no, I told myself.

Key card or not, it didn’t feel right to just walk in. Luckily, there was a 
bell button beside the door. A soft chime within the room answered my touch.

A moment later, Livinia opened the door and I forgot everything I was planning 
to say.

She was completely naked, a light sheen of sweat or lotion gilding her bare 
flesh, and every aspect of her body screamed “just been fucked” -- I’d 
have bet my last dollar on it.

“Just leave!” she moaned, but she said it like seductress enticing a lover 
into her bed, even as she opened the door wider and stepped aside to allow me 
entrance into the room.

The forgotten card still clutched in my hand, I found I couldn’t look away, 
and took a step forward as she retreated. Then another step. Another, and the 
door was closing, unnoticed, behind me.

Livinia looked exactly the same way she had in my dreams. The globes of her 
breasts, tipped by nipples I knew would ripen beneath my touch, a taut stomach 
underlaid with muscle that would tighten when I probed between her fleshy lips, 
glistening with the scent of her desire. My mouth opened in an involuntary sigh.

Her eyes moved sideways, and I belatedly realized we weren’t alone. It was 
the man from the restaurant, of course; I’d recognize that predatory look of 
his anywhere.

At close range, his stare wasn’t just arresting; it was compelling. I felt 
like I was in a giant microwave, his attention igniting fires inside me that 
leaked out to baste my inner thighs before soaking into my hose. I wore no 
panties that might impede access to my sex, and I fumbled one-handed with the 
buttons of my blouse before Livinia stepped closer and assisted me.

Thank God I hadn’t worn a bra! I thought at the first touch of her fingers on 
my skin, but the only sounds that emerged from my tight throat were 
unintelligible moans.

It was my dream made real, but with an immediacy and vibrancy that burned 
itself into my psyche. My imagination had no concept of the arousing pressure 
of Livinia’s unnaturally firm breasts pressing against my own, more modest, 
mounds. I realized I hadn’t dreamed taste until my tongue penetrated 
Livinia’s core and discovered the sweet cream of semen laced through her 
beguiling ambrosia.

And best of all, it didn’t end and leave me hanging. This time I screamed my 
ecstasy into Livinia’s trembling body when hands -- His hands -- spread me 
and filled me with His magnificent organ. I rocked helplessly beneath the force 
of His powerful thrusts, and then my entire consciousness was consumed by the 
wracking mother of all orgasms when I felt His seed jetting into me.

My soul soared almost free of the chains of my body, and in that moment of 
enlightenment I realized my completion stemmed not from the woman writhing 
beneath me or even the physical stimulation of my flesh, but from my obedience 
to The Master’s will. The last dregs of guilt and self-loathing at my 
betrayal of Jeanette floated away, leaving me at peace with my new place in 
life.



I regained a sense of my surroundings with a start, realizing I was lying on 
the floor. Master was sitting on the edge of the bed, allowing Livinia to clean 
Him with slow, deliberate sweeps of her tongue. I sat up hurriedly, wanting to 
serve Him that way too. He held up a hand and I froze, realizing He wanted my 
mouth free.

What could he want? “Please, let Jeanette serve you!” I blurted, trying to 
guess. Of course my marriage vows were just so much ancient history, but I felt 
proud of myself for thinking of something for Him that would bring her so much 
pleasure and fulfillment, too.

He smiled, amusement coloring the probing stare that made my insides clench and 
my brain flat-line. “Perhaps. But tell me, doesn’t Catherine Silverman’s 
daughter intern for you?”

“Kelsie? Oh yes,” I gasped, fighting the urge to masturbate. My body was 
for Him now, and clearly His thought was elsewhere. How clever, to ensnare 
Cathie -- she was worth millions, maybe even billions. But why the indirection? 
Perhaps I could be more useful than He realized. “I could just set up a 
meeting with Catherine.”

“In time, I’m sure,” he replied. “But you’ll agree that Kelsie is far 
more attractive, surely?”

Oh God yes, she’s attractive. If it hadn’t been for those burdensome 
professional ethics and misguided loyalty to Jeanette, I’d have hit on her 
months ago. Always pushing the dress code. Her breasts weren’t all they could 
have been, but she was young and toned and mouth-watering...

I snapped out of my reverie, embarrassed to have kept Him waiting. “I could 
set up a meeting with you in my office tomorrow morning, and ask her to sit 
in?” His smile made my insides clench, and I lay back, offering myself.

“Do you know why I do this, Adele?”

It seemed pretty obvious. Livinia looked like a fantasy whore and Kelsie was a 
walking stroke session, not to mention her rich mother. And I was pretty hot 
myself, if not in their league.

“Of course you don’t, not really,” He said. His lightest touch backed 
Livinia off His reviving organ, and then He pointed silently at me.

She hesitated, as if she were capable of opposing Him, and then turned to me. I 
had just a glimpse of a tear on her cheek before her face lowered between my 
legs and her tongue probed at my pussy. Livinia’s technique was lacking, but 
I wriggled contentedly at the knowledge we were pleasing Him.

“It’s not just the sex,” He confided, holding my attention without 
effort. “It’s the mastery, the knowledge that you will do *anything* I ask, 
no matter how humiliating or degrading or wrong. There’s a special thrill I 
get watching you fight, like a fish already in the net, knowing your struggle 
only serves to prolong my pleasure.”

He sighed, His cock bobbing more firmly erect. “Did you ever realize how much 
poor Livinia is disgusted by lesbians?” My surprise was obvious on my face. 
“She’s very devout, you know -- or was. I’m afraid cuckolding her husband 
with another woman, and a married one at that, has convinced her she’ll be 
going to Hell. I was sure I’d be bored with her by now, but she’s still 
resisting -- not that you noticed.”

“And I’m looking forward to meeting Kelsie.” I watched His cock throb, 
pleased my body was helping perfect Livinia’s devotion to Him. “I’m going 
to enjoy using all of her holes, but not as much as I’m going to enjoy 
watching her seduce her own mother!” A glistening drop of precum appeared at 
the tip of His organ, punctuating His declaration.

I panted, feeling His regard and Livinia’s attentions pushing me toward 
another climax. “And me?” I asked, wanting to know what made me special in 
His eyes.

“You?” His mouth twisted, fueling a dark corner of my soul. “Frankly, 
Adele, you’re a disappointment.” He barked a sharp laugh and stood, fisting 
His ruddy shaft and denying me the opportunity to serve Him with my body. 
“You have such a sterling reputation and you’re in a long-term 
relationship, yet I find you’re just a hypocritical slut.”

“You come to me dressed like a whore, cheat on your wife without a second 
thought, and your first conscious action is to offer to betray your family and 
business associates. You pretend to be thoughtful and ethical, but we both know 
that inside your only thought is for sexual gratification.”

My God, it was so true! I mewed in need and forced Livinia’s face deeper into 
my slit.

“But you can still be of use to me, I think.” He stood over us, stroking 
Himself faster, and stared into my eyes. “You’re going to visit all of the 
senior partners in your firm, and do anything it takes to convince them to 
promote you. *Anything*, understand?” I nodded eagerly. “If any of them 
refuse to be persuaded, you’ll call and let me know who they are, won’t 
you?”

“And one more thing...” He paused and grunted as He sprayed a load of hot 
cum onto my face and breasts. “I’m going to give you the name of a cosmetic 
surgeon; he did good work on Livinia, don’t you think?”

I trembled at the thought of owning a pair of pneumatic tits like Livinia’s, 
and the slutty clothing I’d wear in order to display them for Him, but my 
excitement was short-lived.

“There’s a catch,” He warned me. “You can’t have the procedure until 
you convince Jeanette to do it first.”

“But she hates big boobs!” I protested. “She’ll never do it!”

Now His expression was hard. “That’s too bad. Then you’ll find somebody 
else you can convince; a ballerina or a gymnast, I think. When you find a nice 
girl, bring her to me and we’ll see. You’ll have to hide it from Jeanette, 
of course.”

Finally, belatedly, my conscience stirred to life. My body urged me to submit, 
but He’d found a line I wasn’t willing to cross, no matter how 
well-deserved His poor opinion of me might be. “You’re evil,” I 
whispered. He was asking me to transform my wife into a caricature of herself, 
or cheat on her again -- in order to corrupt some other woman and ensure 
she’d be unfit to work in her chosen field. There were limits, and this was 
so monstrously far beyond them... Nothing I could do would hurt Jeanette more, 
unless--

“No,” I gasped, causing to Livinia to look up at me, her tears mixing with 
the feminine lubrication wetting her cheeks.

“Oh?” He inquired, and the smile I’d seen that first night was back. 
“Do tell.”

I bit my lip and turned my head, tasting a trickle of His seed. A horrible 
yearning was building inside me, a desire to please Him; I tried to ignore it, 
but it was so hard. “No,” I repeated, “I won’t do it.” My mouth 
wouldn’t stop moving. “Anyway, she’s a runner.” I hadn’t meant to add 
that, but He’d specified ballerina or gymnast. Thank God she was safe.

His expectant silence was eating into my brain like corrosive acid. “No, not 
Marie,” I protested again. I’d told Him her name. A heady languor pulsed in 
my core, a promise of delights to come, my reward for submitting to His desires.

Livinia gasped and went at me with renewed vigor, as if she were starving.

The thought, once formed, wouldn’t leave my mind; I knew exactly how the 
scenario would play out. Jeanette would come home from work, our relationship 
already strained by my seemingly inexplicable decision to get breast implants. 
She’d find me in bed with another woman. The thought of destroying my 
marriage solely for His pleasure was simultaneously gut-wrenchingly appalling 
and seductively arousing.

“Tell me about Marie, who runs,” He commanded, disrupting my train of 
thought.

I fought not to answer, praying I could be strong this once; I had to protect 
her. His eyes bored into me. Moisture flooded my pussy and Livinia’s mouth, 
undermining my resistance. I could tell Him something innocuous, something that 
wouldn’t be harmful; something that might ease the pressure inside me. 
“She’s Jeanette’s little sister,” I gasped, suddenly light-headed and 
quivering on the edge of orgasming.

“Really?” He smiled, making me edge harder. “I think I’d like to meet 
her. Just for fun, you understand.”

“No!” I gasped, forcing the word out, wishing Livinia’s tongue wasn’t 
so distracting. “You’re evil,” I moaned, trying to deny the lurid images 
filling my mind -- but once started, I couldn’t make them stop. Marie, lying 
on my desk, eyelashes fluttering as He filled her with His rigid cock... The 
two of us, waking together at some clinic to admire our new silicone-stuffed 
tits... The feel of Marie’s back arching against my body, her bloated fuck 
pillows heavy in my hands, as I pumped my strap-on deeper into her back door 
and she moaned...

Jeanette’s eyes, wide with horror, mouth momentarily speechless, as she took 
in the obscene sight of her younger sister’s transformed body spitted on my 
glistening rubber tool. I couldn’t do that to Jeanette; I just couldn’t. 
“It’s so wrong,” I protested, fighting the desire coursing through me, 
afraid I was losing. 

“I know,” He said, and the smile I’d seen that first night was back 
again, beating at my weakened defenses. “I’m delighted to see you do have 
*some* scruples... but you’ll do it for me anyway, won’t you?”

“No!” I hissed reflexively, but it was wasted effort; I realized I would. I 
couldn’t protect Marie, any more than Livinia had been able to shield me, but 
I could help her.

I could be there when her sweet smile warped after she met His eyes for the 
first time. I could show her the pleasure of obedience to His desires, and help 
her learn how rewarding that obedience could be. I could ease her fear and 
confusion in that uncertain interval between when she first felt His hooks in 
her and when she submitted to blissful servitude.

Like I had. “Yesssss,” I moaned, and then I orgasmed violently against 
Livinia’s face just from the anticipation of His satisfaction.