Terms of Employment

Rosalind must have sensed it too as, unseen by Sue, she smiled knowingly.

Sue's hand began to move upwards, falteringly at first, until she finally relinquished her hold on the dress which slid down Rosalind's body like liquid silk.

This was the moment. Sue could opt to make light of it or allow herself to be drawn further in.

Rosalind behaved as if nothing untoward had happened. She held Sue to her as she deftly stepped free of her dress without missing a beat. Wearing just the tiniest of thongs, she looked as good as naked from where I sat. Her pale skin was flawless and her pert backside looked superbly toned.

Sue had her eyes closed, possibly in denial, but her hands were already undertaking a nervous assay of Rosalind's desirable body.

As if I were not already hot enough Megan unfolded herself from the sofa and came to sit on the arm of my chair. She showed more presence of mind than me as she took my phone and found the video setting. Once she had shot a few incriminating frames she put it to one side and began to soothingly stroke my hair.

I had not planned for this but she stopped after just a few seconds so that we could both continue to witness Sue's ensnarement.

Rosalind was still interpreting the music and, as she slowly turned, she rose on her toes coaxing Sue's hand ever lower. For a second or two it looked as if she had recovered her grip on reality but Rosalind enfolded her and kissed her on the neck.

Sue's body arched and then the barriers were down. As Rosalind raised her head Sue took the lead and brought their mouths gently together. At first it was an uncertain union but Rosalind remained passive allowing Sue to accustom herself.

They broke for a moment as Sue looked into Rosalind's eyes to reassure herself and I caught my first glimpse of her bared breasts. She was modestly endowed, little more than an enchanting up swell, but her nipples were remarkable.

Even from where I sat they looked incredibly engorged and I wondered how it must have felt for Sue to be pressed so close. Fitting the deed to the thought she touched her hand to Rosalind's chest as if to affirm the evidence of her own eyes.

Rosalind smiled and reached out for Sue's breast in return but at the same time she drew her head down to her chest. Sue's stance was made awkward but she took the swollen nub between her lips and began to suck.

Rosalind looked smugly at Megan and the import seemed to be that another conquest had been successfully achieved.

Despite my own recent experience I found it barely credible. Fiona had told me that the two girls had a predatory streak, and would take pleasure in helping me out, but I anticipated greater resistance from their quarry.

With a momentary regret I wondered if I should have tried to seduce her myself. The thought of Sue serving me in the way that Fiona had done suddenly seemed very enticing.

Rosalind indulged her for a moment or two and then drew her upright.

Sue did not even cast a glance in our direction. She was so fixated on this young goddess that nothing else mattered. Her eyes roamed over the lean curves of Rosalind's body until she was gently led towards the sofa.

Rosalind released Sue's hand and, as if unwrapping a special gift, she slowly discarded her thong.

My eyes were immediately drawn to her sex where a tiny arrowhead of blonde hair at the apex pointed the way downwards. The tips of her labia formed a beautiful sinuous pink line and I felt a spectral sensation of sweetness on my tongue.

Sue looked equally smitten and, thus assured, Rosalind seated herself with her legs parted.

I wondered if I could have brought myself to do it. I had pretty much decided that, at least for the time being, I had had enough of men and I wished to explore the world of possibilities that Fiona had opened up to me. The problem was that I had indulged myself but I was not sure if I could reciprocate.

If Sue had any reservations she had clearly overcome them. She dropped to her knees and trailed kissed upwards along Rosalind's inner thigh until she reached the swell of the exposed delta and began to use her tongue.

As I watched I speculated about the possibilities of a long term relationship and whether or not it could be sustained on such a one-sided basis.

If Rosalind was troubled by conscience it did not show. I could see Sue's neck muscles straining as she endeavoured to work her tongue deeper inside to accept the liquid bounty that was being bestowed. The sounds she made were incoherent but there was some nuance of gratitude.

Rosalind looked totally serene and I wondered how many other supplicants had gone before. She made no demands save that, every now and again, she gently took Sue's head into her hands to guide her to another pleasure spot.

She gave the impression that she could delay her orgasm indefinitely but Megan was somehow attuned. Very slowly, so as not to disturb their new pet, she stood up and unfastened her dress.

It was so close fitting that she had to slough it like a second skin and despite her protestation of a student budget her underwear looked remarkably chic. The black lace contrasted elegantly with her light all-over tan and she stood for a moment assuming my admiration.

Her figure was more classical than Rosalind's with well shaped breasts and hips but she held herself with the same easy self confidence.

She looked at me as she slowly stripped altogether and I had the feeling that she was challenging me to resist. I smiled back at her knowingly but the truth was that it was taking all of my resolve.

As a final gesture she stroked the tidy strip of dark hair that defined her sex to show me what I was missing before she sat down next to Rosalind.

Taking her cue Rosalind gave a blissful sigh and her body squirmed as she relaxed into a gentle climax. She held Sue close until the final waves had receded and then, in a single languorous movement, she furled her legs and slipped aside.

Even from behind I could see that Sue was breathing hard and the back of her neck was flushed red but she was given no time for respite. Displaying the same coordination they had demonstrated on the dance floor Megan seamlessly moved across to occupy the space that her friend had vacated and it was now her sex lewdly on display.

I wondered if they were pushing things too far but I had not taken account of the depths to which Sue had so quickly sunk. She immediately took up where she had left off with Rosalind clamming her mouth to the fresh oyster that was presented to her.

There was no subtlety. She breathed quickly and noisily through her nose as she thrust her tongue and sucked insatiably.

Megan laughed at her adoring impetuousness but after a few moments she began to direct her as Rosalind had done.

Sue was obviously tiring but Megan set her to a slow rhythm whispering words of encouragement as needs be.

I was so engrossed that I barely noticed as Rosalind left the room to reappear a minute or two later wearing a short satin nightgown. Megan held my attention as she teased her own nipples which were not as prominent as Rosalind's but made up for it in size.

The areolae were dimpled with arousal and had shaded from pink to red as she massaged them as much for my benefit as her own. If their sensitivity was matched by their expanse she was a very lucky young woman.

Her chest began to rise and fall more appreciably and, notwithstanding her apparent self control, it was obvious that she was nearing her climax. She encouraged Sue to lick a little harder and then she took a sharp intake of breath as it broke over her.

It lasted a minute, maybe more, and I had to overcome the urge to reach between my own legs where an almost embarrassing wetness was craving my attention.

As Sue was finally released the room was redolent with the smell of perfume evaporated from heated bodies underscored by the almost tangible scent of extreme arousal. She appeared uneasy, reluctant face me, but when Megan asked if I too wanted to be served she turned to me with a look of pure lust in her eyes.

Chapter Four

I did not avail myself, although it took an enormous effort of will. I had what I wanted but now I embarked on a new train of thought.

The following morning I spent another lengthy session on the phone to Fiona telling her what had transpired and sounding her out on my new conception. She was amused by my story but she warned against trying to influence Marcia.

I still found it incredible that one so young could read and assess people's inner natures with a facility that I, ten years older and working in the employment industry, could not hope to emulate.

I laid a bet with myself that Sue would be in to see me before eleven and it was just ten minutes shy when she knocked. She came in and locked the door restored to her normal immaculate appearance.

The previous night we had probably exchanged fewer than half a dozen words in the taxi to the station and two of those were a sheepish 'good night' from Sue as we parted but now she was garrulous.

"Last night, we did some things that I'm sure we would both like to forget about."

I paused before I replied.

"I have no regrets. My conscience is clear."

She digested this and tried a different tack.

"Look, last night was...interesting. I'm just saying that it would do neither of us any favours if...rumours... were to circulate."

"Sue, as far as I am concerned I was never there."

She looked immediately relieved and laughed as she spoke.

"That's fine then, we can write it off to experience."

I let her take two steps towards the door before I brought her up short.

"Unfortunately Sue, you most certainly were there..."

As she spun back to me I turned round the computer monitor on my desk on which was running the video of Sue dancing with a beautifully naked Rosalind.

Her mouth opened in shock but there was something more. She quickly tried to recover herself.

"What the hell is this about? Is it because I got the job?"

"In a manner of speaking. Professionally, I don't think there's much between us so I'm guessing that the decision swung on billings. Now, I'm the first to admit that I have not been on top of my game recently but I don't think that the playing field is as level as it should be."

I could see in her eyes that she was thinking about acting dumb but she then thought better of it.

"Look, you might find this hard to believe but I was not actively involved. Marcia did sound me out. She wants to set up on her own and she asked if I would be prepared to join her.

I told her that I couldn't risk it with a young family and she dropped it.

Then I noticed her strike rate going up. More of her candidates were starting to go through. At first I thought it was a money thing but then, when I thought about it, I guessed that she was just raising her personal profile to make it easier to poach clients when she left.

I told her that I wasn't happy but it backfired. She started to put through one or two of my candidates at the expense of yours. I didn't realize until later and then I couldn't do anything about it. She made it look as if I was implicated and I can't afford to lose this job. I don't know if it swung the promotion decision but I did feel bad about it."

My mind was in a whirl following this news. I believed what she was saying, and felt guilty for what I had put her through, but my anger towards Marcia now had more fuel. If she did leave, taking key clients with her, it could take months, maybe years, for the company to recover and I could see my bonuses taking a nosedive.

Fiona had warned me about taking Marcia on but even she, with her insight, had no idea how ruthless I could be if backed into a corner.

I told Sue that I would speak to her later and assured her that I would delete all of the pictures but as she left the room she turned back to me.

"Before you delete them...could I have a copy?"

Over the next half an hour I scratched down everything I knew about Marcia's personal life which amounted to surprisingly little.

At forty-two she was on her second marriage. She had no children of her own but there was a step-daughter from her first relationship. Her second husband was considerably younger but, following a number of procedures, Marcia looked younger than her years too. She had that odd sort of beauty which seemed to appeal to men but rang false to other women.

She went to the gym daily and, unlike me, she always returned looking immaculate with not a single hair of her heavy blonde bob out of place. She had no vices that I was aware of unless you counted over-weaning ambition.

I was at a loss. I could no longer use Sue as a whistle-blower but perhaps I could still enlist her help. I phoned through and asked if we could meet up after work. I thought that it might be difficult for her two nights running but she accepted and only after I put the phone down did it occur to me that she might be expecting a repeat performance.

I needed to eat and suggested the cheap and cheerful pizzeria that we often used just around the corner. Over pasta and wine I came clean about my intentions to try and stymie any plans that Marcia might have which would adversely affect my career situation.

Not surprisingly Sue was on board but she could add nothing of value to what I already knew. The only thing she had heard was that the step-daughter was still on the scene, notwithstanding the re-marriage, and that Marcia was very reluctant to talk about her.

I was about to settle up when Sue suggested coffee and liqueurs. This was unusual for her but I had nowhere better to go. She clearly had something more to say but was having difficulty in broaching it.

"Are you going to meet up with Rosalind and Megan again?"

I answered honestly. "I really don't know."

I thought I sensed a tinge of disappointment. She drained her glass in one go before she spoke again.

"I don't know what came over me. What happened to me last night was more thrilling than anything that I have done with my husband during my whole married life...and the strange thing... I'm usually such a strong personality, both at home and at the office, I never act like that."

Curiosity got the better of me, perhaps because I was examining the same feelings from a different perspective.

"Do you want to do it again?"

She hesitated before replying.

"My head tells me that I would be insane to contemplate it but I feel like I've opened Pandora's box."

Wondering if I had presented to her a gift or a curse I drained my own glass and went to use the toilet before leaving. I was just touching up my make-up at the mirror when Sue came in. Both cubicles were empty but she came up behind me and took me by the arm.

Our eyes met in the mirror and her pupils were so dilated that I wondered if she had taken something. I assumed that she was feeling unwell and I did not resist as she led me away from the mirror. Realization only dawned as she pulled me into one of the vacant stalls and closed the door.

My immediate fear was that someone would come in, although the restaurant was still quiet in the early evening, but Sue had no inhibitions.

"Take off your panties and sit down."

She spoke with an urgency which had nothing to do with the risk of discovery. This development took completely by surprise and I knew that, rationally, I should have put an immediate stop to it but I was already reaching beneath my dress.

The lid of the toilet was down and I settled with my legs parted. Wasting no time she tore off a wad of tissue and put it on the floor before she went to her knees.

The toilets were immaculately clean but that did not detract from the sordid nature of the encounter. I felt like a complete slut but I knew, deep down, that it was the illicitness as much as anything else that was turning me on.

Sue pushed up my skirt and her eyes feasted on my sex.

"I so wanted to do this last night..."

I shifted forward a little awkwardly to make it easier for her in her cramped position and then she fell upon me. She sealed her mouth to my sex and forced her tongue inside. Fortunately, I was ready and I heard myself groan.

With every passing second of her assault I was getting wetter and this, in turn, spurred her to greater efforts. Looking down at her enraptured face it was hard to say which of us, at that moment, was more aroused. The smell of sex sat heavily in the tight confines of the cubicle and I only hoped that it was not wafting further afield.

I knew that, given time, her eager, but clumsy, technique would bring me to a climax but we had already been engaged for some minutes. I was half tempted to call a halt but then I reasoned that she had started it and she was damn well going to finish it.

I held her head and was on the point of guiding her towards my clitoris when we both heard the door open. We immediately froze and I was astonished at just how quickly my heart was beating.

The clack of heels suggested that our unwelcome visitor was standing at the sink and when I heard a zip fastening I guessed that she was touching up her face as I had down only moments before.

Sue must have reached the same conclusion because, in a moment of mischief, she slowing began to lick at my clitoris with the tip of her tongue. The sensations coursed through my body and I fought hard to hold back a joyous moan.

I cursed the intruder and willed her to leave but she was unhurried and Sue found a new way to increase my anguish. Looking up at me she put two of her fingers into her mouth and then withdrew then showing me how wet they were.

Her intention was obvious and I silently pleaded with her to be sensible but she would not be stopped. I made an attempt to close my legs without a commotion, but, stationed as she was, I was powerless.

Her mouth returned to the apex of my sex and then my whole body shivered as her slowly fingers invaded me. My clitoris engorged and broke free of its cloak, giving her a clear target for her tongue, and she did not disappoint.

She continued to lick assiduously whilst gently and insistently pumping with her fingers. In order to contain myself I had to raise my feet and brace them flat against the door. Only then did I notice that the heels of Sue's shoes were actually protruding beneath the foot of the door but I was beyond caring.

I desperately tried to control the powerful spasms that began to stress my body and I had to jam my hand into my mouth to stop myself from crying out. There was no way that she could not have heard but after a pause that seemed to go on forever we heard her turn on her heel and leave.

Sue licked up the warm residue and then, with an obvious effort, she got to her feet.

My fear now was that our behaviour would be reported to the restaurant staff but Sue was unperturbed.

She lifted her dress to reveal her sodden panties and then slipped out of them. I expected her to tidy herself up and open the door but she remained still with her sex open to my gaze.

I tore my eyes away but when I looked at her face there was a renewed hunger in her expression.

Suddenly understanding I began to slowly shake my head.

"Sue, I can't...I'm not ready for this."

For a second her disappointment gave an uglier cast to her features but I do not think her hopes were high. She collected herself quickly and then spoke.

"That's okay...but will you watch me?"

Without waiting for a reply she brought her fingers to her sex and there was an audible squelch of moisture. She began by stroking her mound, rasping her fingernails through the light blonde growth, but one finger quickly disappeared soon to be joined by another.

The thought that those same fingers had been oiled by my own sap set my sex tingling once again as did the passion of her performance. She was like a lap dancer, teasing me from just inches away and daring me to touch.