Acme and Ecstacy Part 2 of Chapter 1 excerpt The phones kept us busy until lunch break. I brought a couple sandwiches for lunch. I hoped everyone else was going out so I could avoid the fallout for a while. Maybe I should pack it in right now, I thought. I might have too, except that the thought of actually going down on that beautiful lady was so exciting I could hardly stand it. I mean REALLY doing it... not talking about it... not fantasizing... actually orally pleasuring that extraordinary lady-- I could handle a little hazing for one night for that. I needed this too much right now. As much as I tried to hide it, recent life events left me in a state of low-grade depression. Getting back to work, even if it was just temping, was a step in the right direction. I hadn't really thought about reviving my sex-life. Now my nearly non-existent sex drive seemed to be kicking into high gear. I was never much for one-night stands and another relationship right now was out of the question. I couldn't handle it. My confidence was shot. If Ella was serious, if she really wanted to use me, this presented the perfect solution. My ex-wife thought oral sex was evil. It didn't stop her from letting me go down on her but she always called me a pervert afterward. Trying to make me feel guilty. It put a strain on our sex life. Not that I ever stopped doing it. I loved going down. Now my dumb luck set me up to have an oral relationship with one of the most desirable women I had ever laid eyes on. No strings attached. I felt giddy. No one went out for lunch except Ella. Barb stayed in her cubicle. The girls and I sat around the lunch table gabbing. They all wanted to know if I did it. I couldn't believe the audacity of these women. They thought nothing of it. They just wanted the dirty details. I suppose their daytime lives required them to be proper citizens. Here they felt informal enough to cut loose and say what was on their minds. It was refreshing, in a way, but it'd take some getting used to. I told them. No, I didn't go down. "Hell, you were in there long enough." said Molly. "What were you doing then?" Barb must not have said anything yet. Before she got the chance to tell them her own embellished version, I came clean... sort of. "I brought her some coffee. She wanted to go over some things with me, you know, about work. And her foot was sore so I gave her a little foot rub." "Oh Yeeaah." "Right." "A little foot rub." They all chided playfully. "She was just teasing me." I said. "Trying to make me fidget a little. She heard what you guys said. About the ...you know." "You mean what YOU said." Ashley was off. She stood up and leaned over the table toward me. "Whadda ya mean "About the YOU KNOW?" - like - what the heck is this "you know" business? It's a little late to be so modest don't you think, Joe Boy? You want to go down on Ella so bad you can taste it. You said plain as day that you want to eat her out. Don't blame us for that, Joe." "Come on..."I said. "Joan, Molly and you all egged me on." I was getting a little hot under the collar. "I wasn't gonna lie about it. But you guys shouldn't have asked me that, you wanted to have a little fun at my expense, especially when you knew she was right behind me." They backed off a little. "So once she got me in her office SHE wanted to have a little fun at my expense. So-o I rubbed her foot --So what? I was just calling her bluff the way I tried to call Molly's bluff when she asked me about going down. I didn't really think she wanted an answer. But if I hadn't answered you all would have made fun of me for being a prude. Or whatever..." I ranted. I was wound up. "Damn. What's the big deal? What guy wouldn't want to go down on Ella? Or any one of you for that matter?" I was just stating a fact. That's all. But I should have kept my mouth shut. Almost in unison they each sat back, smiling. Looking at me through gleaming eyes. "Anyway..." I started, resignedly. I wanted to crawl in a hole. "It's been nice working with you -" They cut me off. "You're not going ANYwhere, Joe." said Ashley finally. "Not after that." "How the hell can I work around here. Around you guys. After letting something like that slip. I'd never live it down. Me and my BIG mouth." I said. "Don't worry, Joe." said Molly with a twinkle. "You won't have to do any work. You and your big mouth can spend your time hiding under our desks. We'll be glad to pick up your slack on the phones. Right, girls?" They were rolling. Barb stuck her head in the break room, "Back on the phones in two minutes." she barked. The girls ignored her and she left. Just as quickly she was back. "By the way, Joe. 'You want me to order some knee pads?" she cackled. The bitch had been eavesdropping. "Don't worry about it." Molly cracked. "You ain't gettin' none anyway anyhow." Barb smarted and shot back, "Well, if he's going down on you skanks I wouldn't let him near me -ANYWAY ANYHOW!" This was getting ugly. I had to do something before one of the girls took a swipe at Barb. "That's good." I said. "Because I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole much less my six inch tongue." The girls roared with derisive laughter as Barb flushed purple and bolted. Molly had assumed that I wasn't including Barb when I said I would go down on any one of them and I felt obliged to diffuse the situation and get a dig in at Barb but, in truth, the thought of Barb's long strong thighs excited me. I felt bad about insulting her. She'd get over it--- I hoped ... The rest of the shift was uneventful. Good-natured ribbing and vulgar trash talk floated around but for the most part we kept busy on the phones. Barb barged around slamming objects inside her cubicle. Once in a while she would stalk off across the floor- in her stocking feet of course - to parts unknown. Only to come stalking back and begin slamming things around again. I got used to that. By the end of the night I brewed three pots of coffee and had dutifully served Ella several cups. Each time she paid no attention to me. She sat reading a magazine or talking on the phone while I placed the cup on her desk. We all helped ourselves to the coffee but the job of brewing each new pot belonged to me. Barb made sure of that. With a curt "coffee's low, Joe" she called me to duty. I didn't mind and the girls didn't either. They took every chance that came along to mock Barb except when she called me to coffee duty. We were equals and they were too friendly with me to order me around personally, but they had each had enough of women always being the coffee gofer at their day jobs. Let the guy make the coffee for once, they thought. After we clocked out Barb reminded me I had to clean the coffee maker and pot before I left. As the girls left they made a point of saying they were glad I was aboard and they hoped they weren't too rough on me my first day. That was nice. I assured them I would be back again tomorrow and told them all good night. It was quiet as I cleaned things up in the break room. I wasn't sure if Barb was still there or not. Suddenly she came stomping in - wearing flats, must be on her way out - with Ella's cup. "You forgot this, coffee boy." she said. I hadn't forgotten but rather than start an argument I said simply, "Thank you." ignoring her insult. "Ella wants to see you in her office before you go." she said and I heard her punch the time clock and leave the building. I was now alone with Ella. A flash of terror shot through me. This was too good to be true. Ella could get a better guy than me anytime she wanted. I tried to calm down. I shut off the lights in the break room. Out on the floor the hushed glow of computer screens seeped through the darkness. I looked for a strip of light coming out from under Ella's door but saw nothing. She must have turned out the light for effect. It worked. My desire was so strong I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. But I wasn't going to stop. I wanted her to use me. Not like other bosses used bimbos. No. This was different. I didn't know how exactly I just knew it was. It just was. I trusted Ella. As I entered her office she struck a match and lit a small candle on her desk. It gave off the soft scent of jasmine. "Ready for the main entree?" she smiled. I couldn't speak. I stepped closer and saw her positioned in the same relaxed pose she'd taken earlier when I'd massaged her foot. But now instead having her leg extended, it draped carelessly over the arm of the chair, foot dangling. When I got to her side of the desk I got down on my hands and knees and crept toward her. She had removed her stockings and panties and my hand brushed against where they lay in a bunch. The thought of the bare silkiness of her legs made me shudder with excitement. The soft sound of cool jazz lingered in the faint glimmering light, soothing my manic heart as I knelt before her. Whatever meager shred of doubt I may have put upon myself as I calmly awaited the alchemy of her touch (Unworthy though I am, worthy shall I be) melted at the sight of her self-satisfied smile. She crooked the heel of her anointing limb around my neck and pulled me to her. Bathing my face in the silky-soft moss of her sex. Loosening her leg she slid her heel down my back hanging the crook of her knee over my shoulder. A benevolent disdain shone confidently in her smiling eyes. I understood. Silently, she congratulated herself at having sized me up so perfectly. Cocksure in her smugness, she took me as her tool. She made me her muff-punk, her conscripted lick-bitch. My willing submission pleased her. Her approval pleased me more. Anxious to meet her need I eagerly awaited my task as I kissed the only lips she would ever make available to this lowly loin-licking wretch. Glass of wine in one hand, she placed her free hand on my head (crowning me worthy of my station) prompting the labors of my tongue with gently shifting pressure. Delicately... masterfully she directed my attending tongue. The simple imperceptible touch of her hand imparted her wants directly. Leading me along the path of her desire. To the end of her desire. My joy knew no bounds. Spunk flooded my pants one last time. Relieved of my temporal physical lust, I gave that much more of myself over to the pleasuring of my conquering Lady without the petty distraction of my selfish roiling loins. Deep guttural tones of keenly satisfied desire spread themselves in emanating waves around us. Though the sounds were of her origin they were not any the less mine. I was the more gratified. I was the more revealed. They sprang then from both our beings as our beings became one. For in this act of prolonged affirmation (abandoned to the utter deliverance of complete surrender) I yielded to her bliss. In giving myself over to her completely, I was no more. There was only SHE. SHE was the purpose. SHE was the goal. SHE WAS ALL.