Coldsteel Ch. 06

Chapter six: Interlude

"Stan, I'm giving you a raise!"

"Thank you, Roger," Stan replied, smiling smugly.

"And you can have Will's office, too!" said Roger.

"What?" said Will. "Is this a joke?"

"No joke," said Roger. "You'll have to switch to Stan's old cubicle."

Will looked from Roger to Stan and back in disbelief. The rest of the office seemed equally shocked. Stan just smiled, and walked to his new office.

"Oh, Brenna?" he said. "Can I see you in my new office for a moment?"

Brenna looked to Roger, who merely shrugged and returned to his own office, so she got up and followed Stan.

He shut the door behind her and closed the blinds. Then he dropped his trousers and sat on the desk. Brenna recoiled. Stan laughed. She backed up and turned to open the door.

"Stop," he said.

And she did.

"Take your shirt off. Bra too."

She complied.

Stan looked her over appraisingly. Hair and makeup very neat, very professional. Black pencil skirt, and until just now, a plain white blouse. The confusion on her face was almost as enjoyable to him as her perky tits, small but firm, nipples hardening in the cool air.

"How are you doing this?" she asked, finding herself unable to shout or even speak at a louder than normal volume.

"That's for me to know," he said. "Now, how about we get on with it. I've been waiting for this since I started working here."

Confusion turned to horror as Brenna found herself approaching him, leaning down, mouth open.

Stan took her head in his hands, guiding her in. She began sucking, with great energy if not enthusiasm. He rocked back and forth on the desk, moaning softly. She looked up at him, cock still in mouth, her eyes communicating distress. He came, and she swallowed, and stood up straight.

"That will be all for now," he said, panting slightly. "You may go."

She reached for her bra, but he stopped her.

"Uh-uh. I think I'll be keeping that. The blouse too. If you're a good girl, I might let you have them back at the end of the day."

"But," she began, then stopped.

She looked at the door, then back to her clothes.

"Go on," he said, making a shooing motion.

She opened the door and walked out. Stan pulled up his pants and followed.

All eyes were on Brenna.

"Things are going to be different around here," said Stan, drawing their attention. "Starting with the new dress policy. Brenna is modelling the new look for women, and I expect you to follow suit, Elissa. You too, Lori. Not you though, Bea, the policy for fat old crones is get the fuck out of my sight."

Lori looked horrified as she and Elissa found themselves scrambling to obey.

"What the fuck?" said Will. "Stan, what the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, don't worry," said Stan, "there's a new dress code for you too, Will. You'll find your new uniform in that box I left on your desk."

Elissa and Lori, meanwhile, had their shirts and bras removed and were holding them protectively in front of themselves.

"You ladies can just leave those in my office," said Stan. "Like I told Brenna, if you're good girls then you'll get them back at the end of the day. If not, well, I hope you don't take public transport."

Will opened the box and removed the single item from within.

"A gimp mask?" he said.

"It's just you all over, isn't it?" said Stan. "Well, don't just stand there, get your gear off and get into costume. Len, Julian, you guys are alright. Now back to work everyone, I'll be back little later. I'm going to go see a movie."

--

Stan returned a couple of hours later to a rather subdued office. Everyone seemed to have their eyes down, focusing on their own work.

"Jeez," he said, "morale here's in the shitter. Tell you what, let's break for lunch a bit early. Elissa, I'll take you out to a nice café I know. Lori, you can get yourself, Len and Julian whatever you all want. Brenna, you'd better not have anything, you could stand to skip a few meals. You don't get anything either, Will, but just because I hate you. Sound fair?"

Elissa stood up. Lori just stared.

"It's OK, we'll just get something from the vending machine," said Len.

Julian nodded agreement.

"Sure?" asked Stan. "I'm sure Lori would love to go grab you anything you like. Oh well, your choice."

With that he turned and left the room. Elissa followed.

--

In the back corner of a café, Stan sat facing the topless Elissa. There'd been no outcry, no shock, it was like no one could see her. Stan picked up a menu and beckoned a waitress. He looked her up and down as she stood, pen in hand, waiting for his order.

"Bacon and eggs. Scrambled," he said. "And your clothes."

The waitress stopped writing.

"What?"

"Your clothes. Leave them here."

"I don't understand what you-" she began, but stopped as she realised that, as though under someone else's control, her hands had begun unbuttoning her shirt. She flushed scarlet but seemed powerless to stop. Within moments she was fully naked and, notepad in hand, scurrying back to the kitchen. None of the other staff or customers seemed to notice.

Stan looked around the room, spotting a couple of young women at a nearby table. The two were involved in a quite animated conversation but stopped immediately as he waved them over. The rose and approached the table.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Stan. But you can call me 'master'."

The two women exchanged a look.

"Well?" said Stan. "Aren't you going to introduce yourselves?"

"Uh, I'm Siobhan," said one. "This is my sister, Therese."

Siobhan was tall and fit, with large breasts and long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Therese was shorter, but not by much, slimmer, with darker hair.

"Well ladies, how about you join us?" said Stan. "As you can see -"

He gestured at Elissa.

"there is a dress code, but you can just leave your clothes on the floor."

--

The naked waitress returned with the food, and stopped. She looked from Stan to each of the three topless women.

"What are you waiting for?" asked Stan. "Don't you have other customers to serve?"

The waitress scurried away. Stan turned his attention back to the sisters.

"I've always wondered about sisters," he said. "What they get up to together."

Siobhan and Therese looked at each other and back to Stan.

"What do you mean?" asked Therese.

"Oh, like, pillow fights. Wrestling. Naked perhaps? Did you ever practice kissing with each other? That sort of thing."

Siobhan looked aghast. "We're siblings. Do you practice kissing your siblings?"

Stan shrugged. "I don't have any. But I don't see what's so wrong with it. Why don't you give it a go?"

Seeming to struggle with themselves, the two pressed their lips together before rapidly pulling away.

"Oh, go on, you can do better than that. Put your arms around each other, really get into it. Act like you're enjoying yourselves."

Helpless to resist, the two began making out, holding each other close.

"That's more like it!" said Stan. "Now how about we take it a bit further. Therese, get your pants off. Siobhan, you get under the table and eat your sister's pussy."

"No, no, no" said Therese, but she couldn't help herself, she was already half way through removing her pants.

"I'm sorry!" shrieked Siobhan, head between her sister's thighs.

Stan watched with glee and unzipped his pants.

"No need for apologies," he said, "She's going to love it. Now where did that waitress get to?"

--

Stan had decided to take a nap, and the rest of the staff had tried to get on with their jobs as best they could, but now it was nearing 5pm.

"He said we'd get our clothes back," whispered Lori to Brenna.

"That I did," said Stan, "but only if you're good girls. And there's one final thing I need you to do. It's a decision, in fact. Len, Julian, get up the front of the room and drop trou."

The two men obeyed, however reluctantly.

"Now, you each have an option. You can be a good girl and give one of these gentlemen a nice blowjob, in which case you'll have earned the right to get your clothes back. Or you can just go home.

Lori and Brenna looked at each other.

"I'll do it," said Brenna.

"Not me. I'm going," said Lori.

"Oh, wrong answer, Lori," said Stan, wincing theatrically. "That was a test, and you failed. Now you'll still have to blow Julian, you just won't get your clothes back. Hop to it."

To her horror, Lori found herself walking to the front of the room, standing before Julian, lowering herself to her knees. She gave an inarticulate cry as she found herself leaning closer, taking the head of his penis into her mouth.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, turning his face away.

"No no," said Stan, "you watch, Jules. And just for funsies, pull out when you're about to come. I want to see you come on her face. Same goes for you, Len."

Julian's head snapped around, his eyes locked on Lori as she continued to suck. He moaned, and Lori gave a muffled sob. Julian took her head in his hands, pushing her down and back as his ejaculate sprayed forth, landing in her hair blonde hair.

Meanwhile, Brenna had resigned herself to her fate and gotten straight on with it. She even cooperated to the end, taking it on the chin both literally and figuratively.

"Hold there for a minute, all of you," said Stan, heading back into his office.

He returned a moment later with Brenna and Lori's clothes. He threw Lori's shirt to Len.

"Clean yourself up," he said. "Now Lori, Brenna needs to look presentable when she goes home, so how about you make yourself useful and help her clean that mess off her face. With your tongue."

Brenna, still on her knees, turned to face Lori, turning her face up to give her access to Len's semen. Lori shuffled over and gagging, began to lick it up.

Len handed Lori's shirt to Julian, who took it gingerly and did his best to use a clean section to clean himself up before dropping it on the ground. Lori, her task done, moved to wipe her hair, but Stan stopped her.

"I want you to leave that right there," he said. "You can shower tomorrow morning, not before. Brenna, you can finish cleaning yourself up with Lori's shirt, and I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning. No calling in sick now!"

He waggled a finger and laughed.

--

Stan was in the front passenger seat of his car, Will was in the back and Elissa, still topless, was driving.

"Does your wife like steak, Will?" asked Stan.

Will made a noise through his gag that Stan took for "yes".

"How about you, Elissa? Excellent, we'll send Will into the supermarket." He looked back at Will. "Three steaks and a can of dog food for yourself, William. And a nice bottle of wine. You pick, but nothing under $50."

--

"You know," said Stan, finishing off his glass of wine, "I always thought you were a worthless shitstain, William, but it turns out you cook a decent steak. I might keep you around as a personal chef."

He stood up and walked around the table, past Elissa, to Will's wife, who had been seated opposite him, wearing a gold necklace, a pair of stiletto heels and nothing else.

"Now if you'll excuse us," he said, "Christa and I shall retire for the evening. You can clean up and then sleep on the couch, Will. Elissa, you... actually, William, you do whatever Elissa tells you to. Elissa, he's yours."

--

Christa stood naked at the foot of her own bed. This stranger had entered her home, and she had found herself powerless to disobey him, and now the moment she had dreaded had arrived. Stan was lying naked in the middle of the bed, watching her, his erect penis holding her attention. He smirked.

"How about you climb on?" he said, and she found herself crawling up the bed, over his legs, holding herself above him, feeling his cock brushing against her breasts, her stomach, her groin. He put his arms around her, pulling himself up and her down, and she felt him enter her. He pressed his face to hers, trying to kiss her, but she turned away.

"Don't fight it!" he hissed, and she found she no longer could. She opened her mouth, kissing him back, moved her pelvis, thrusting against him, feeling him inside her. He ran his hands down her body, over her skin, and back up to her neck, her head, holding her to him.

And then he stopped. Pushed her aside, panting.

"On your hands and knees," he said, and she had no choice but to obey.

He positioned himself behind her, and again she felt him inside her. He leaned forward, grabbing her wrists and pulling them roughly behind her back, and she fell forward, face-down on the pilllow. He held both of her wrists in one of his hands and leaned forward again to whisper in her ear.

"I'm going to come inside you. Stan's been telling us how you're trying for a baby, and I'm here to help."

And with that he leaned back and began thrusting, hard and fast.

--

Michael looked up from the TV as Peta came into the room holding his phone.

"It's Gregory," she said, snuggling up to him on the couch.

Her sister Michelle was already present, kneeling before Michael, his cock in her mouth. He held up a hand, signalling Peta to wait.

"He'll be with you in a moment," she said.

Michael moaned softly as Michelle continued to suck. He put his arm around Peta, pulling her naked body closer, holding his breath as the pressure built before finally ejaculating with a gasp. Panting slightly, he pushed Michelle away, and she prostrated herself before him to allow him the use of her back as a footstool. He kissed Peta and took the phone from her.

"Sorry about that, Greg, I was just in the middle of something. What's up?"

"Well, you know how I had to pay you a little visit when you first got your powers?" asked Greg.

"Yeah," said Michael, not sure where this was going.

"Well, we've got a newbie fucking up even worse than you did. If you're not busy tomorrow, I thought you might like to help me track him down and get him reigned in."

Michael considered it for a moment.

"Sure," he said. "Might be interesting to see it from the other side of the process."