The Compromise





Part Two



I think I'm basically a good-natured person. I can usually find a way to have

some fun, no matter how lousy the situation is that I find myself in. That

weekend, though, was one of the lousiest ones of my life. I wanted to be out and

about, having fun with my friends. Instead, I found myself trapped in my own

home, unable to leave. When the phone rang about 7:30 Monday morning, it was

almost a relief to hear from the outside world.



"Hello?"



"Kelly? It's Phil Haggerty. How was your weekend?"



"Hi, Mr. Haggerty! My weekend kinda stunk," I replied. "My parents went away for

their anniversary so my little sister stayed with me for a few days. We had a

good time and all, but I'm sick of being cooped up with her. Can you believe I'm

actually looking forward to going to work this morning!"



He laughed. "A partier like you, eager to come in the door on a Monday morning? I

wish I was there to see it. Listen, the vendors are still having a lot of trouble

with the new design so I'm going to be staying down here another week. In fact,

I'll be out at one of the plants all day or I wouldn't have bothered you at home.

I need a few things."



"It's no bother, Mr. Haggerty. I don't mind you calling me at home. What do you

need?"



"I need the new valve design, but it's on my drafting table at home. Mr. Franklin

will kill me if I don't get it out to him by tomorrow. Would you mind stopping by

to pick it up?"



I hesitated. My day was about to take a turn for the worse. "Uh, OK... Does Mrs.

Haggerty know I'm coming?"



I heard him sigh. "Don't worry, Kelly. I know how you and Rhonda get along."



"I'm sorry, Mr. Haggerty. I just don't want to cause any problems. It might be

better if I have one of the guys go pick the plans up."



"No, I want you to go," he replied. "I want you to make sure everything is there

and then mail them right out. I need somebody I can count on."



I smiled proudly. "You can always count on me."



"I know, Kelly. We make a good team. Listen, why don't you wait until lunchtime,

then drive over and pick up the plans. That way Rhonda will be at work and what

she doesn't know won't hurt her."



I giggled. "It works for me."



"Great. I really appreciate it. Take a late lunch. By the time you drive out,

check everything over and get the plans in the mail, you can call it a day."



"Thanks, Mr. Haggerty. You're my favorite boss!"



He laughed at the other end. "Other than that fat guy at Weenie World, I'm the

only boss you've ever had. How can I help but be your favorite?"



"You'd be my favorite, no matter what."



"That's nice of you, Kelly. I'll tell you what. Why don't you take your swimsuit

with you and take a dip while you're there? I doubt Rhonda's been using the pool

and it will be good to stir up the water. Just clear out before she gets home."



"Wow," I gushed. "Thanks! I could use a little sun. Is your pool fenced in?"



"Yes, why?"



"I might not take a suit," I answered wickedly.



He groaned. "I'm supposed to go talk to a bunch of bald, sweaty machinists with

that image in my head? Do me a favor. Wear a suit. If Rhonda should come home

early, I don't want to have to explain to her what you're doing there naked.

Clothed would be bad enough."



"Aw, Mr. Haggerty. You need to take some chances."



"I do, Kelly. Living with Rhonda and working with you. I surely do. Thanks again

for doing this, and enjoy your afternoon."



Knowing I only had to work half a day made the morning go quickly. Ricky called

about ten. We'd been dating occasionally for the last four months.



"Hi, Kelly. How's my favorite girl?"



"Horny," I whispered into the phone. "Even the pimply kid from Security is

starting to look sexy to me."



"Aw, sounds like you need a little TLC."



"No way, I'm too far gone for that," I replied. "What I need is some RHF."



"RHF?" he asked.



"Rough Hard Fucking," I giggled. Looking to make sure nobody was nearby, I

lowered my voice. "With maybe a side treatment of licking and sucking just for

good measure."



"Nice going," he complained. "Now you got me all horny. How am I supposed to work

with this big lump in my pants? Women are going to take one look at me and run

for safety. Men are going to think I'm queer and beat the crap out of me. How

could you do this to me?"



"Good," I replied. "If I have to walk around all horny, you should too. Can you

make it until two?"



"I guess so, why?"



"My boss asked me to stop and get some things for him at his house. It's not that

far from the store. You could meet me there on your lunch break... "



"Yum," he replied. "If you're serving, I'm buying. Count me in."



I gave him directions to the house and returned to work.



As luck would have it, things got busy just before I wanted to leave and I wound

up getting to the house just a few minutes before two. Mr. Haggerty had told me

where to find the key to the back door, so I got it and slipped in. Finding

myself in a large laundry room, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and slipped

into my bikini. By the time Ricky arrived, I was in the pool, lazily swimming

laps.



"Come on in," I said, treading water. "The water is great."



"Sorry," he shrugged. "No suit."



"So what?" I replied. "Live a little."



"What happens when somebody sees me?"



"Don't worry, the house is empty. Nobody is going to see you," I assured him.

"Except me, of course. But that's kind of the point, isn't it?"



He looked at me skeptically. "You're sure nobody is home?"



"I checked it," I lied. "Now hurry up and get naked."



He sighed. "This probably isn't even your boss' house. I'm going to take off all

my clothes and then I'm going to get arrested for trespassing. There I'll be, on

tonight's newscast, handcuffed and trying to cover my nuts with yesterday's

newspaper." But as he said it, he was pulling off his clothes.



I admired his physique as he stripped. "A yummy body like that shouldn't be

covered with a newspaper."



"You're just saying that because you need your horns clipped," Ricky laughed.



"Boy, do I ever," I agreed. "I think I've already raised the temperature in the

pool a couple of degrees."



Naked, Ricky padded to the diving board. His soft, meaty penis swung gently as he

bounced twice on the board. With a powerful spring he arced out over the water,

his buttocks clenched as he smoothly entered the pool.



"9.2, I think," I told him as he surfaced, ten yards away.



"No way; that dive was perfect," he complained.



"Sorry, the judge stands by her decision," I replied. "That big dick of yours

didn't make a clean entry."



Ricky laughed. "Hell, that's the judge's fault. She teased me. And how come I'm

the only one naked? Get rid of that suit."



"Come and get it," I teased him. We played a spirited game of tag for about ten

minutes before I eventually let him catch me and he triumphantly stripped away my

bikini.



"That's more like it," he smiled as he cupped my breasts. He released them to

pull me close for a lingering kiss, then slid his hands down to cup my ass.



I moaned as my nipples pressed against Ricky's muscular chest. The combination of

his warm skin and the cool water had them stiff and throbbing. Sensing my

passion, he dipped his head and started tonguing my nipples. Not sucking on them,

just lapping gently at them as my breasts bobbed on the surface of the pool.



I felt his cock hardening against my stomach. Reaching down, I tickled the head,

then started slowly stroking the shaft.



"Mmm, that's nice, baby," he groaned. "Oh, shit, that feels good." Then, as I

lightly scratched his balls, "Fuck, Kelly! Be careful or I'll explode right here

in the water."



"Oh, no you don't," I warned him. "Don't you dare cum until you've fucked me

raw."



Taking a breath, I sank under the surface. I opened my eyes to see his erect cock

bobbing gently in front of me. I kissed it once, then opened my mouth and slid

several inches inside. My tongue stroked the underside of Ricky's prick as my

lips started their slow retreat, Pressing forward, I drove his prick deep into my

throat and hummed as loudly as I could. I was rewarded with a violent twitch in

Ricky's leg and several frantic thrusts from his hips. I was able to do this

several times before I had to surface for air.



"Holy shit, Kelly. That was fantastic! Where'd you ever learn to do that?" Ricky

gasped. "No, wait. I think I'd rather not know." He grinned. "I'd rather think of

you as a nice, innocent girl."



I leaned back against the edge of the pool, resting on my shoulders. Letting my

bottom float to the surface, I spread my legs and hooked my heels behind his ass.

I pulled him in until I could feel his hips grind against my crotch, his prick

grinding against my clit as it slid stiffly up over my abdomen.



"How about turning this nice innocent girl into a nasty, slutty woman?" I

inquired. "It's easy. Just insert this... " I gripped his cock with one hand as

he cupped my bottom. "... into here," I finished as I relaxed my legs and slid

the head of his prick down until I could rub it against my already-moist pussy.



Ricky pressed forward and his cock easily parted my engorged lips, sliding

several inches into my cunt. Pulling back slightly, he drove his entire cock into

me on the next stroke. I moaned as I felt myself adjust to his presence. I

slipped my free hand down between our bodies and started stroking my clit as he

withdrew.



Nobody would ever accuse Ricky of being a rocket scientist but one thing he knew

how to do was fuck. He knew how to hit a girl in all the right spots. Alternating

hard, pounding thrusts with slow, gentle probes, Ricky soon had me rising toward

the orgasm I so desperately needed. Suddenly, just as I felt myself getting

close, his cock slipped out of my pussy. Frustrated, I opened my eyes to see my

lover frowning at me.



"Aw, Kelly. You must think I'm a real louse. Here you sucked my dick so nicely

and I didn't even return the favor," He said. "Let's move over under that

umbrella and I'll give you a little mouth action, ok?"



"Are you serious?" I practically screamed. "It's way too late for that. You can

do that later. Right now I need a hard cock in my pussy, not your stupid tongue!

Now put that thing back where it belongs!"



"Take it easy, baby," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I was just funnin' with you.

I know what you need." He guided his cock back into my welcoming slot. "Jeez, a

couple of days without sex and you get all gnarly."



Miffed, I let my head loll back against the deck even as my legs gripped him

tightly. "Shut up and fuck me," I said, concentrating on my long overdue orgasm.



And fuck me he did. Driving relentlessly into me, he kneaded my ass with his

hands and bent his head to suck my distended nipples. I arched my back to raise

my breasts to his lips, closing my eyes as I felt my orgasm approach once again.



Suddenly I heard him give a quiet shriek and felt his body stiffen. "No, not

yet," I warned him. "Wait for me. I'm almost there!"



It wasn't until he pushed me off his cock that I realized something was wrong. I

opened my eyes to see Ricky staring back at me, white- faced.



"There's somebody in the house," he whispered loudly. "I saw a face in the

window."



"Are you sure?" I asked, reaching for him. "It was probably just your

imagination. My boss is out of town and he promised me his wife would be at work

all day. Come on back, baby. I was so close to cumming and I need it soo bad... "



"I know what I saw," he said, his cock wilting before my eyes. "I saw somebody up

on the second floor. You said the house was empty. Did you even check it?"



"I listened from the laundry room door," I muttered defensively.



"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "I'm dead, I'm so fucking dead." He scrambled out of the

pool and quickly pulled on his clothes.



I sighed and reached for the pieces of my suit floating several feet away. "Oh,

all right," I grumbled. "Wait for me and we can go check together."



"No way," he said emphatically. "I'm not adding burglary to trespassing. I'm

outta here."



"Oh, no you're not," I told him as I climbed out of the pool. "You're going in

there with me to check things out."



"You're on your own. If you're smart, you'll get the hell out of here too," he

replied, heading for the side of the house. "I'll call you later."



"Don't bother, you pathetic loser!" I shouted after his retreating back.



As distracted as I was by the ache of my sexual frustration, I knew Ricky was

wrong to suggest I leave. I had to check the house out. After all, I'd left the

door unlocked while I was in the pool. A burglar could have walked right past us

while we were fucking and neither one of us would have noticed."



I went back in the laundry room door, tiptoeing across to the interior door. I

cracked it and stood quietly for several minutes, listening for sounds. Hearing

nothing, I opened the door and slipped down the hall.



The kitchen looked like a tornado had hit. Cupboards were standing open and

broken boxes of food, mostly cereal, were scattered across the floor. My heart

started thumping in my chest as I realized that I was probably interrupting a

burglary.



I spotted a telephone, high on a wall across the room. After pausing at the door

into the dining room, I hurried to it and dialed 911. It took several minutes to

report the burglary. The dispatcher told me it would take a little while to get a

patrol car out there and advised me to wait outside, just to be safe.



I started to heed her advice but as I was creeping back down the hall to the

laundry room, I thought I heard a woman's voice call faintly. I froze and cocked

my head to hear better.



Several seconds went by, then I clearly heard, "Hello? Kelly, is that you?"



Shit! Instead of a burglar spying on me, I'd been caught by my boss' wife,

screwing in her own back yard! I wondered how long I'd last after Mr. Haggerty

returned. Probably no more than a few minutes, I thought glumly as I cleared my

voice to reply.



"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty. It's Kelly."



"I'm so glad you stopped by. would you mind coming upstairs for a few minutes?"

she called. I was surprised at the sweet tone in her voice. Mrs. Haggerty hated

me and usually went to great lengths to show it. Probably going to save this for

an audience, I thought glumly as I started up the stairs.



The bedroom door was open so I knocked lightly, then stepped in. I was surprised

to see her in bed, a heavy comforter pulled up to her chin despite the warmth in

the room. She looked like she was under the weather. Her makeup was smeared, her

face looked tired and her hair, normally perfectly coiffed, was a tangled, unruly

mess. Her eyes were alert, though, and I could feel the intensity of her stare as

I moved into the room.



"Hello, Mrs. Haggerty." I opened. Time to be diplomatic. "It's nice to see you."



"It's nice to see you too, Kelly," she replied coolly. She glanced meaningfully

down my body, then looked back into my eyes. "In that outfit there's quite a bit

of you to see. Not quite as much as you were flaunting outside a few minutes ago,

of course."



I blushed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Haggerty. Honest. Mr. Haggerty called me this morning

and asked me to pick up some papers. He said I could use the pool. He told me you

would be at work."



"Normally I would have been," she replied. "But today I, uh... , didn't feel well

so I stayed home sick. It's a good thing I did, too. I can't believe what you

were doing right out there in plain sight. Have you no shame? Did you even know

that man or was he just some stranger you picked up off the street?"



"Yes, I know him," I flared. "I just haven't seen him for a while and I was... I

missed him. I thought we were alone. Who knew you were hiding up here, spying on

my sex life?"



"Spying?" she snapped. "This is my house, young lady. I have every right to be

here and I have every right to look into my own back yard, any time I want. I'm

not the one who was out there acting like a slut!" She paused to calm herself

down, then fixed me with a cold stare. "What do you think Mr. Haggerty will say

when he finds out about this?"



"Please don't tell him, Mrs. Haggerty," I begged. "I love my job. I need my job.

This was an accident. Please."



"I couldn't hide something like that from Phil," she replied. "I think he

deserves to know what his secretary was doing while he was gone. He trusts you,

but I wonder how much he'll trust you when he hears you were putting on a show

for the whole neighborhood instead of doing what he asked you to do. On company

time, no less. How do you think he'll feel about that?"



"He probably won't be very happy," I admitted. "But I'm sure he'd forgive me if I

promised not to do it again," I added, desperate to keep my job. "Maybe if I

promised you the same thing, you could forgive me and not tell him." I looked at

her hopefully.



"Not tell him?" she smirked. "This is too good to waste. Phil deserves to hear

this. As do the rest of the people you work with. Don't you think?"



"Please, Mrs. Haggerty. Don't humiliate me like that."



"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. I have to tell my husband," she replied.

"Unless... "



"Yes?" I said, not daring to get my hopes up. "Unless what?"



"Maybe we could make some sort of compromise," she said.



"Oh, I'm sure we can!" I leapt at the chance to save my job, and my reputation.

"Just give me a chance to make it up to you."



She smiled. "I'm glad you agree. I think it's time you started dressing a little

more conservatively at work. What do you think?"



I hung my head. I loved my clothes and the way they made me feel but I knew I had

very little choice. "Yes, Mrs. Haggerty. I can do that."



"Excellent. Also, I expect you to keep your relationship with my husband strictly

professional. No more flirting, understand?" I opened my mouth to protest but she

cut me off. "I'm not accusing you of anything, I just don't want Philip to

misinterpret your intentions. It... it distracts him."



"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty," I nodded. "I'll be careful."



"Then I think I can keep this to myself," she said. "Thanks for stopping over,

Kelly." As I turned to go, she stopped me. "Oh Kelly, would you mind doing me a

favor before you go? I really don't feel very well and one of my girlfriends was

supposed to drop something off for me. I asked her to tape it to the kitchen

door. Would you mind getting it for me and bringing it up?"



I suddenly remembered the burglarized kitchen. Strangely, when I told Mrs.

Haggerty about it, she blushed.



"I'm afraid that's my fault," she admitted. "I didn't feel well last night and I

made a little mess. Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up after I get... after I

feel better."



"A little mess?" I said. "Food was dumped on the floor. I thought the house had

been ransacked and I called the police."



"Oh, I don't want the police here," she quickly responded. "You better call them

back and tell them everything is fine. They don't need to come out. Would you

please do that and then get me that envelope?"



Great, I thought to myself as I headed down the stairs. I had a crappy weekend,

my nerves are on edge from interrupted sex, I'm embarrassed, my job is in

jeopardy and now I'm waiting on my boss' wife. Can life get any worse than this?



Usually when I think that, something even worse happens just to remind me that it

can. Not this time. I called to cancel the police but the woman said they'd

already been dispatched. Good. Mrs. Haggerty could get her fat ass out of bed and

take care of the cops by herself. I was leaving as soon as I got her that stupid

envelope.



I found it right where she told me it would be, taped to the door. Since it was

unsealed, curiosity got the best of me and I peeked inside as I started back

upstairs. That's when I hit the lottery. Grinning, I hurried into the laundry

room and buried the envelope deep in my purse. I composed myself as I ascended

the stairs and was stone-faced when I reentered the room.



"I'm sorry, Mrs. Haggerty. There was no envelope."



"Of course there's an envelope," she replied. "Did you look on the door between

the garage and the kitchen, like I told you to?"



"Yes, ma'am," I said innocently. "I checked the floor to see if it fell off and I

even looked on the other doors to see if she taped it to the wrong one. There

isn't an envelope. Maybe your friend hasn't stopped by yet."



"Don't be stupid," she snapped. "The envelope has to be there. I put it th... I

mean, I heard her drive up."



To be honest, I never planned any of the rest. I didn't even know for sure what

the key was for. From the tone of the note and the way Mrs. Haggerty was acting,

I thought it was something erotic, probably embarrassing. I figured maybe she'd

handcuffed herself to the bed or was wearing a chastity belt or something stupid

like that. I just wanted the satisfaction of making her sweat a little bit before

I 'found' the envelope. That's all I would have done, too, if the doorbell hadn't

rung right then.



"Who the hell can that be?" she asked irritably.



"Probably the police," I answered. "They wouldn't cancel the call. They said they

have to check the report out once it's called in."



"Oh, dear God!" she shrieked. "You have to get rid of them! Don't let them come

upstairs!"



I could see panic written across her features. Good. Let her sweat for a bit.



"I can't stop them. They are probably going to want to search the house."



"Oh, help me," she pleaded. "You have to hide me. I can't let them see me like

this!" She threw off the covers and rolled out of the bed onto the floor.



Never in a million years did I expect to see my boss' frigid wife chained on her

hands and knees like that. She'd done a great job hiding her outfit from me under

the covers, even the thick, studded dog collar around her neck. Actually, except

for her messed up hair and dirty face, she looked pretty good. Mrs. Haggerty was

really a pretty, sexy woman- with a nice, soft body- and that outfit made her

look hot.



Still, it was pretty funny the way her big boobs were jiggling and her ass was

shaking as she scrambled over to me on all fours.



"Hide me, please." she begged. "Don't let them see this. Everyone will know!"



Thinking fast, I told her to follow me. I hurried down the stairs, then turned at

the bottom to find myself face to... uh, you-know, with Mrs. Haggerty's bare

bottom. I hadn't realized that she had no panties on until I saw her pussy

flexing and clenching as she came down the stairs backwards. Her pubic hair was

trimmed really short, almost shaved, and you could see her inner lips slide up

and down past each other as her hips swiveled.



She reached the bottom and gave me an apologetic smile. "I've found that's the

easiest way to go up and down."



This day just kept getting better and better.



She followed me obediently into the laundry room but balked when I opened the

back door. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I can't go out there!"



"It's the only way, Mrs. Haggerty. The police are going to check the house.

They'll find you if you stay inside."



"What if somebody sees me?"



I pointed to the back of the lot. "Go back there, into the woods a little bit.

Nobody will see you and I'll come find you after they go."



She thought, then nodded as the doorbell rang again. "You're right. Give me a

minute to hide." I watched her crawl quickly across the lawn and into the weeds.

Oh for a colony of red ants.



It only took about five minutes to convince the police I'd made a mistake and

send them on their way. I think I could have done it even sooner but I still had

my bikini on and the one guy kept staring at my tits. I waited a couple of

minutes, just to make her sweat, then headed out back to retrieve Mrs. Haggerty

and tell her I'd found the missing envelope.



It occurred to me that it might be nice to have a couple of pictures to record

her ridiculous predicament. I decided to stall her for a bit so I could run home

and get my camera.



I found her hiding under a densely branched pine. "Bad news, Mrs. Haggerty. The

police don't believe me and they're going to bring out a dog to track the

burglar."



"What do you mean, they don't believe you?" she asked. "Didn't you tell them

there was no burglary?"



Yes, I did," I replied. "But it's not my house and with you not being there... "



"Oh, I'm going to be ruined," she moaned. "The dog will track me down. Everyone

will know, everyone will see me!"



"I have an idea. They want to ask me a few questions but then I'll be free to

leave. You crawl to the other side of the woods. I'll meet you there before the

dog has time to find you. We can go for a ride or something and you can tell me

the whole story of how this happened. I'll give you a ride home later, after the

police leave."



She was skeptical. "All the way through the woods? I don't think I like that

idea. How far is it?"



"I'm not sure," I shrugged. "Probably around a quarter of a mile, maybe less. I'm

sure it won't be easy but it's better than getting caught, isn't it?"



She nodded, then crawled to me and gave my legs a quick hug. "Thank you so much

for helping me, Kelly. I'll never forget what you've done today."



That's for sure, I thought as I reached down and patted her on the head. A few

choice pictures should insure that you remember today for a long time.