Rochelle - Chapter 2   


     I struggled to stop my growing erection as I left the office and
returned to the factory floor.

     For the next three hours, my imagination went wild. Where DID she have
that pen last night ? I could only come up with a few possibilities, all of
them warm and wet. In the middle of a blowjob fantasy, an airhorn snapped me
back to reality....

     Lunchtime , finally !

     I nearly ran to grab my lunchbox and head outside. I looked around, and
Rochelle was nowhere in sight. I anxiously sat in my usual spot and started
eating a sandwich.

     I had a nice mouthful of bologna, bread, and cheese going. As I started
to swallow Rochelle startled me with "It was in my briefcase." I looked up
and saw her breasts only a few inches from my nose!

     I was stunned for a second. " Unngh ?" was the best I could manage with
a mouthfull and an eyefull.

     "The pen was in my briefcase last night. Like always."

     I frowned, trying not to gag.

     She giggled and said "I bet you had all kinds of dirty ideas. Since
you're so naughty, I'm going to sit WAY over there." She turned and walked
to a table on the far side of the yard. I was glumly finishing my sandwich
as she took out a banana and sslloowwwlllyyy ate it. Again !


     Another week of lunches went by with the same teasing and sexual
torment. I was sure I had a world-record case of blue balls. I didn't know
how much more I could take.


     I was expecting more of the same that morning as I walked from the
parking lot to the gate. Rochelle met me at the gate, and tried to tempt me
with "I see you still have the pen in your pocket. I bet you're wondering
what else I keep in my briefcase."

     I was getting very frustrated with the whole thing, and snarled "Some
papers, a calendar, maybe a stapler? How exciting! Quit teasing me, you
bitch!"

     Her luscious mouth hung open for a few seconds.

     I looked more closely, and I could see the outline of her nipples! She
wasn't wearing a bra! The bra must be in her briefcase ! What a jerk I was
being...

     "I'll have to get some other strong, cute guy to help me then."; she
said with a tear in her eye. She turned her back to me, and cried as she
briskly walked toward the office.


     An hour later the team leader tapped me on the shoulder as I was
working on the line. He handed me a slip of paper. Reading it blew my mind:
I was being transferred to India ! The other side of the world !

     I fumed with anger as I stomped my way from the factory to the office
building. The bottom line of the form read "Director, Human Resources" , so
I decided to barge into his office first.

     Me, a reliable and efficient worker, would have to transfer to India or
be fired! Because some sleazy bitch didn't get her way and cried to the
boss! How stupid ! How dare they !

     A receptionist tried to stop me outside the office; "Sir, can I help
...." That's as far as she got before I turned the knob and shoved the door.
"BANG!"; it slammed into the opposite wall as it swung open.

     Rochelle was alone in the huge but nearly empty room. I froze.

     My mind kept repeating the phrase "Oh shit!"

     The blinds were closed, most of the furniture was gone, and I could see
nails in the walls where pictures had hung until this morning. Besides a few
scraps of paper on the floor, a chair and a couple of file cabinets were all
that remained.

     She looked composed and calm. Obviously she was expecting me.

     "Sorry, they haven't gotten around to putting my name on the door yet."
She had an evil grin on her pretty face.

     It was a non-smoking building, but she opened a window and lit a
cigarette anyway. "It seems you have a career change coming, hmmm?"

     I was worried, and started to sweat. There was nowhere nearby I could
get a job with the same pay, or with a pension and good insurance. I needed
this job.

     I tried to apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

     She interrupted me with "Shut the door." As she walked over to the
chair and sat down she said; "Don't say you're sorry. Come here and show
me." She lifted her skirt, and I could see the curly blonde hair around her
pussy lips through her lacy panties !

     I walked over and started to kneel so I could lick her pretty cunt.

     She interrupted; " You know the rules, no touching. Show me how sorry
you are." She pointed to my crotch.

     By this point I had an erection starting. I opened my fly and dropped
my drawers. She started playing with her pussy as she watched me undress.
She purred; "Nice length, and SOOO big around! Would you stroke it for me?"

     I watched her slide her panties out of the way and insert two fingers
as I slid my hand up and down the shaft of my cock.

     With two fingers inside her and her thumb working circles on her clit
it only took a couple of minutes for her to come. "Yeah , yeah , OOOHHH !"

     "Oh , wow ! That was great. "

     I was nearing a climax of my own, and she said; " My turn to do
something for you." My eyes nearly bugged out as she took a bananna from a
file cabinet drawer. She slid it in and out of her pussy a few times, then
peeled and licked it as she stared at my cock.

     It only took a minute or two to finish me off. "I'm gonna ...UHH !" She
threw a tissue over the head of my cock as I started to spurt.

     She blew me a kiss and said; "Remember, this is a non-smoking building"
as she passed me a cigarette and lighter. "When other people are around,
anyway."

    We finished our cigarettes as she leaned toward me conspiratorially;
"You know, I only smoke after sex, or when I'm horny. I don't really like
banannas much either."

    I grinned and said "Then do you like ice cream ? or lolipops ?" We
laughed.

    "I'm glad my new office has a bathroom. This way..." She led me there
and handed me a washcloth. I watched her clean her pussy and started to get
hard again. I looked into her eyes hopefully.

     "Down boy!" She said; "We have some work to do. Once you have the
furniture moved, you have to fill out some more forms. Congratulations on
your promotion."

     "Promotion ? " ; the word hit me like a mallet to the forehead! A few
minutes ago I was worried about being fired, and now I was being promoted?

     "Didn't you hear ? You're my new Executive Assistant. Your office isn't
as big as this, but it's next door. Your duties will include frequent
meetings with me, of course."

     I couldn't believe my luck!

     "An office, a promotion, a raise, and,  ah... 'meetings' with my
beautiful boss ? Sounds tough, but I think I can handle it."

     "I thought you could, especially the part about 'handling the raise' ";
she giggled.

     "If you finish moving the stuff up here today, we might have time for
another ah... 'meeting' in the morning."