Broker of RecordbyThoggy©
Alison sat uncomfortably in the waiting area of the real estate brokerage. The chair wasn't too bad, but she felt exposed and that always made her uncomfortable. With the door to her right, a hallway to the left, a wrap-around reception desk in front of her and windows behind her, there was really nowhere to hide.
Since she was a girl, Alison had hated being in the spotlight. Presentations at the front of the class were to be dreaded, performing in a school play or concert to be avoided at all cost, and whenever possible, she much preferred to be off to the side or the back, watching.
The office was busy and every few seconds someone walked by her, on the way in or out, or going from one part of the office to another. Each time, their eyes glanced at her, assessing her. Alison tried to keep focused on her thoughts, on how she needed to act today, on her first day on the job. With each glance from a passerby she couldn't help but focus on how she looked and whether she was dressed appropriately.
With a few months before she turned 19, Alison knew that she was young to be given a job as an assistant to a real estate agent. Most of her friends were still working at the jobs they had throughout high school, if they were even working at all. Fast food chains, retail stores, or working for family members in some capacity. No one else had landed a full-time office job and Alison was determined not to screw it up.
Earlier that morning as she prepared for work, Alison had almost had a panic attack as she tried to decide what to wear. Just out of the shower, Alison had stood looking at her closet, applying moisturizer to her body. At 5'8, Alison knew she was on the tall side, a fact that never helped when she tried to avoid attention. Her habit of wearing baggy clothes in black or grey or some neutral colour concealed the fact that she had a body that most women would kill for.
As she assessed her clothes, Alison filled her hands with moisturizer and smoothed it on her skin. Sliding her hands down from her neck to her breasts, she massaged the cream in. Catching her reflection in the mirror, Alison squeezed her breasts, her fingernails lightly scratching her nipples. She loved her breasts and knew that she was lucky to have full, perky boobs. The few guys she had let see and touch them said they were phenomenal.
As she thought back to her most recent ex, the way he would suck and bite her nipples, Alison felt a stirring in her pussy. Running her hands down her flat stomach, she paused to apply some more moisturizer to her palms, then turned slightly so she could see in the mirror as she ran her hands over her ass.
While she didn't like it as much as her tits, Alison knew that she had a good ass. She had never been able to gain weight, a fact that she had learned not to mention to women as they invariably became a little hostile. Her ass was tight and high and as she rubbed lotion on it, she squeezed the soft, supple skin.
Her last boyfriend had loved doggy style sex, and while they were dating she had gotten used to seeing small bruises or red marks on her ass. He had tended to hold on hard when he was fucking her that way and on a few occasions had slapped her ass as he pounded into her. With their breakup a few months ago and no one she was interested in, Alison's ass was now unmarked and with her natural tan colouring, almost glowed with the moisturizer.
Returning her attention to the closet, Alison's low level arousal suddenly disappeared as she again faced the question of what she would wear today. All of the clothes she had seemed completely inappropriate given what the HR lady had said. Business casual was pretty broad, but as she looked in increasing desperation through her clothes, Alison didn't know what she was going to do. Her usual look was going to be completely inadequate for this job and she couldn't believe she didn't think about this before her first day.
Grabbing a bra and panties from her dresser, Amanda stepped into the pair of simple, blue, cotton underwear and pulled them up. She had last shaved her pussy a week ago and as she pulled the panties into place she noticed she would need to shave or at least trim again soon. A dark colour, her pubic hair matched her dark hair and while Alison didn't mind having a little bit of hair on her pussy, both of her boyfriends had found it incredibly hot when she was shaved completely bare and she had gotten into the habit.
The matching blue bra on, Alison looked at her closet and at the few options that seemed mildly acceptable and made a decision.
"Fuck it. This'll do."
Grabbing a skirt and blouse that her mother had made her buy for a family event two years ago, Alison quickly dressed. When she wore it last, she had been a little bit smaller in the chest and Alison realized the blouse was pretty form fitting at this point. She had also, she recalled, wore a baggy sweater over the shirt last time that covered both her top and a good bit of her bottom.
As she stood looking at herself, Alison's phone buzzed. Looking down, she saw with shock that her alarm had gone off, meaning she had 15 minutes until she had to be at the office. Cursing a blue streak, Alison raced around the room grabbing her stuff. Despite her shyness in public and the fact that she preferred to stay quiet, Alison was possessed of a sarcastic sense of humour and her private self when she was comfortable was quite different from the public façade most people saw.
For once, public transit had cooperated and Alison had made to the real estate brokerage more or less on time. The receptionist, a young woman probably three or four years older than Alison, told her to sit with a cold attitude. Alison didn't know what her problem was but she did as told with a smile, hoping that she hadn't somehow already started off on the wrong foot.
As she sat and waited, Alison became aware that each man who passed by, did the same thing. Their eyes flicked over, away, then back to her face, then down to her tits, then away, then back to her tits. Not used to such attention, Alison blushed when she realized they were checking her out and apparently liking it enough to look again. To her surprise, the arousal she had felt earlier when looking at her body in the mirror began to rise again. While she hated being the focus of their attention, the fact that these strange men, many in their 30s and 40s - found her attractive - was starting to turn her on.
The boys in her school, including the two she had dated for brief periods, had never done much for her. The one took her virginity and didn't give much of anything in return. They had sex a few more times but soon after she found out he was fucking another girl as well and Alison ended it. The second had lasted longer, primarily due to what amounted to about five minutes of the time they spent fucking. His arousal always turned her on, but again and again, Alison found his hesitancy and concern for her to be a major turn off. The only time she had truly enjoyed herself was at the end of a session, where he was caught up in the act of fucking her and how hard he had pumped into her before he came. It was then that the bruises had been caused and that he had taken some slaps at her ass. Just when she was really enjoying it, he would come and collapse over her, muttering how amazing she was and how lucky he was.
The realization that she enjoyed rougher sex and that she didn't want to be treated like some sort of princess had lead Alison to explore some darker corners of the internet. Fetish sites, BDSM porn, erotic story sites, she had spent more and more time reading, watching and lurking on forums where such topics were discussed.
Her sex drive, always healthy, went into overdrive, and it wasn't unusual since then for Alison to finger herself four or five times a day. The boys in her school became completely uninteresting to her, and Alison found herself wondering how she would find someone to explore that sort of sex.
Her thoughts were jerked back to the present by the HR lady, Sally, approaching her. A motherly type of some undetermined age, Sally seemed perpetually dishevelled and disorganized. Her first words as she reached Alison didn't change that perception.
"Hello Amanda dear. So sorry to keep you waiting, we are just going gang busters here. Come with me and I will show you around."
Alison stood, smoothing the skirt down as did, opening her mouth to say her name but Sally was already heading down the hallway to her left, talking as she went. Alison hurried after her, her notepad clutched to her chest as she tried to absorb the flow of information. At each door, Sally paused briefly, announced a name or two, an occupation or two, using terms that Alison didn't follow. The majority of the inhabitants of the offices seemed to be very busy, either on the phone or the computer, or both. A few looked up and nodded or smiled but most simply went about their business, as Sally didn't really seem to be stopping.
The tour ended back at the reception desk, coming at it from the other corridor and Alison realized they must have gone in a circle of sorts. Thoroughly confused but trying to not let it show, Alison focused as Sally put a pile of paper in her arms.
"Now dear, we need to get these agent checklists sorted and copies need to be placed in each transaction file. After that, you need to create binders for each of them, with tabs separating the different documents and place those binders on the broker bookcase. Use the code 41122 on the copier and you will find all the binders and whatnot in the copy room. You won't finish it today, but you can get a good start on it."
Alison nodded mutely as Sally finally stopped talking, wondering if she could find her way back to the copier room. Sally seemed to take her look of confusion for something else and before Alison could say a word, Sally spoke again.
"Yes of course Andrea, I know this isn't what we discussed. We will get you assigned to an agent soon enough and he or she can get you working on their files. We haven't quite figured out who gets you yet, so be patient and we will have it sorted soon. You get working and I will find you later and talk about what comes next."
With a warm smile that Alison returned as best she could, Sally tottered off down a hallway, leaving Alison to stand with the pile of paper growing heavy in her arms. She glanced around and found the receptionist looking at her with a frown.
"You can't just stand around here. We all work hard here."
Alison opened her mouth, then closed it and nodded, beginning to blush as the woman looked at her again. The receptionist was pretty enough in her own way, blonde hair neatly trimmed past her shoulders. She was probably 15 to 20 pounds overweight, but with a pretty face and stylish clothes, she carried it well.
"Well? Are you going to work or do you just want to stand there and look stupid?"
Alison blushed deeper at the comment and nodded quickly and headed blindly down a hallway, no idea if she was heading the right way. The maze of corridors seemed completely unfamiliar but she knew she must have come this way at some point. After a few minutes of wandering and some dead ends, Alison finally recognized one office and was able to orient herself back towards where she vaguely remembered the copier room was located.
The day passed in a bit of a blur. Alison took some time to figure out exactly what Sally had been talking about, but by reading through the documents she was able to figure out a pattern of sorts and after a while she had things down. She ventured out of the copy room twice during the day, once to retrieve her lunch from the front area, earning another glare from the receptionist. The second was to find the washroom at mid-afternoon.
By 4 p.m., Alison was tired of the repetitive, boring task and was starting to understand why people seemed to take such joy in those stupid Dilbert cartoons. She kept going while waiting for Sally and it wasn't until she realized how hungry she was that she looked at her phone to see the time. Alison gaped at the phone when she realized it was almost 7 p.m. Sally had not told her the hours and Alison had no idea how long she was supposed to work.
Alison poked her head out the copier room door and found the hallways and offices she could see were empty. She could hear some talking around one of the corners so she knew there were still other people here but most seemed to have left for the day. Alison decided that she would wait until 7 p.m. and then venture out to either find Sally or go home. As she looked at the pile of binders still left, Alison gave up on the idea of continuing to work and sat down on a box of paper beside the photocopier.
As she sat on the box of paper, Alison closed her eyes in fatigue. She was in good shape but her back ached from standing over the copier and the shoes she had worn had small heels in them, a change from her normal converse sneakers. As she leaned back against the wall, Alison heard voices coming towards the room. As they neared, she could make out the words they were saying.
"So she is just standing around like she should get paid for not working."
Alison recognized the voice of the receptionist and an unfamiliar male voice replied.
"What's she look like?"
The voice was fairly deep, pleasant sounding. The question carried a somewhat sarcastic tone, as if the man knew that the question would likely annoy the receptionist.
"Of course you would ask that! She's pretty I suppose. Young, she looks like she is barely out of high school. You'd probably like her tits. Not huge, but perky and I know you're a tit guy."
The receptionist started off sounding exasperated but by the end her tone had turned coy. Alison started as the man spoke again, his voice quite close and she realized they had walked into the copier room.
"Speaking of...show me."
Alison's mind raced and she tucked her legs under her, effectively hiding behind the photocopier. She tried to work out what he could have meant by show me. Had he just asked the receptionist to show him her tits?
"Jack! The door isn't even closed and-"
The sound of the copier room door slamming shut cut off her sentence.
"It is now. Show me."
There was silence and the sound of clothes being adjusted, followed by a grunt or groan of some sort from the man, who must be Jack. Alison flinched at a thump and a gasp from the receptionist and Alison realized that Jack must have pushed her against the wall.
"Oh Jack..god that feels good...god, I love your hands on me."
"You have gorgeous tits, Megan. Each time I see you out there I just want to rip open your shirt so I can see them. "
Alison barely breathed, mortified that she was somehow caught in the room while two of her new co-workers fooled around. At the same time, Jack's style of speaking and how he ordered the receptionist, or Megan as her name apparently was, was beginning to make Alison wet.
For the next few minutes, Alison heard what sounded like kissing and small moans and other noises come from the other end of the room. Each moan from Jack made Alison shudder and she begin to feel an irresistible urge to look around the copier. She began to lean forward and her head was almost at the edge of the copier when Jack spoke.
"Get on your knees."
Alison froze at the words and awkwardly held her balance as she waited for Megan's response.
"Jack..not here baby, let's go to --"
Once again Jack interrupted Megan in mid-sentence and Alison felt her panties go damp as he spoke.
"Don't question me Megan. I want your mouth on my cock. Get on your knees."
Megan gave an exaggerated sigh but Alison could hear her moving and a moment later she heard the sound of Jack's belt being loosened.
Afraid she would fall forward if she moved back, Alison crouched beside the copier, her mind racing. The bitchy receptionist was about to blow her boyfriend or whoever the Jack guy was, less than 10 feet from her.
Alison had only had limited experience with sucking cock so far. The boyfriend that cheated on her had said he wasn't comfortable with it as he felt it was degrading for her to be on her knees before him like that. Given he had been fucking around, Alison suspected he didn't want her to smell the other girl on him. Her recent ex hadn't seem to mind as much but he certainly couldn't last very long before cumming. Alison had grown quite fond of the feeling of his dick in her mouth and her favourite moment was the bit right before he came when he was thrusting involuntarily, seconds away from filling her mouth with cum. She found that she loved the taste of cum and the feeling of accomplishment from pleasing him with her mouth .
Alison tilted her head against the photocopier, trying to decipher the sounds she could hear. That was definitely the sound of a zipper going down. After a pause of a minute where Megan could be heard breathing deeply, Alison thought she heard the sound of clothing being pull down. Alison flinched when she heard Megan suddenly speak from what seemed like right beside her.
"Oh god Jack..I love your cock..it's so gorgeous. You are so hard for me baby. "
There was no reply from Jack but a moment later Alison heard the unmistakable sound of a wet mouth, sucking and licking. Another guttural moan from Jack made Alison's pussy twitch and she realized she was soaking wet. The noises from around the copier were like out of a porn and Alison couldn't believe she was somehow in this situation.
Jack must have been deep in Megan's mouth because everyone once in a while Alison could hear her gag a bit as his cock hit the back of her throat. Each time, Jack moaned and Alison closed her eyes as a wave of arousal swept over her.
Once again, Alison began to feel an irresistible urge to peek her head around the corner. She wanted to catch a glimpse of what was happening but more than anything she wanted to see what Jack looked like. Her legs were getting very tired from the crouch she was in and she knew she would need to reposition herself soon.
As the noises got louder and faster, Alison decided to risk the look. Leaning forward, inch by inch, Alison had almost cleared the edge of the photocopier to catch her glimpse when she felt her balance give and to her horror, fell forward onto the floor.
As she fell, Alison saw a man -- Jack -- standing, facing her directly. On her knees in front of him was the receptionist, her head bobbing. Jack's eyes widened at Alison's sudden appearance and the small noise her fall had made. As Alison lay there in shock, she saw Megan tilt her head slightly, her mouth still obviously full of Jack's cock, as if to confirm she heard a sound.
With apparently no thought on the matter, Jack's hands, one of which had been resting comfortably on the paper supply ledge and the other on his hip, flew to Megan's head and he gripped her hair in his hands.
"Don't you dare stop sucking my dick."
The words were directed to Megan but his eyes were locked on Alison's and as he continued to thrust hard into Megan's mouth, he began to smile. From her vantage on the floor, Jack seemed to be about 5'11. Short brown hair, his face attractive and even made handsome by his incredible green eyes. Alison's eyes were locked on his, taking in his eyelashes, the crooked smile, the look of lust and what Alison swore was pleasant surprise.
Alison started to move but froze when Jack's expression hardened and he shook his head. She waited, unsure what to do, only to see him smile again.
Megan moaned through his cock, thinking the words were meant for her, but Alison knew he was talking to her. Jack's eyes didn't leave Alison's for a second, even when he spoke again, as he picked up the speed of the thrusting into Megan's mouth.