Executive's Slut Ch. 04

I pull back and turn her away from the door. I turn the little nob in the handle to lock the door. She is watching intently. Her breathing is heavy, her mouth open as she takes in large breaths, her breasts rising and falling with them. I quickly look her over as she hesitantly steps backward as I step toward her. I assess my options. Mrs. Baldwin and I would strip each other in a flurry of discarded clothes. That probably shouldn't be my approach in the office. Her dress is conservatively covering her with a zipper in the back making it impossible to get to her breasts without essentially undressing her. I smile, mostly to myself but I know it shows on my face. Look at me... the aggressor... but only because I have been directed to be so and I do as I am directed.

With my hands on her upper arms, I continue to step forward and she continues to retreat back. Her eyes are on mine, glued there, possibly stunned by the change in me. She knows what I was like at the beginning. I know only what I feel and what I am feeling is that desirous need to satisfy Mr. Baldwin's direction for me.

She bumps into the end of the bare desk. She glances back. There is nowhere to go but I continue to press forward, closing any space between us. She sits on the desktop and leans back as I lean forward over her. Her hands behind her to brace her, I use one hand behind her head as I lean in to kiss her, again. I pull back only inches and search deep into her grey eyes while mine reflect the desire and lust that is coursing through my body. She moans as I take her mouth with mine in full assault, lips mashed together and open, tongues coming into play. My free hand finds her full hip but only fleetingly as I move it deliberately up her side and to the front to boldly take her breast in aggressive fondling. Her groan is deep and her breathing is labored, gasping.

I suddenly release her from my hands and mouth. The look on her face, in her eyes, is satisfying. She is showing a look of wanting, beseeching, of emptiness and frustration. My hands slide down her dress to her knees which I lift up. She uses her hands to raise herself and slide further onto the desktop. Her eyes are fixed on mine even as my hands begin pushing her dress up her thighs, even as she groans as she voluntarily lifts her hips so I can push her dress up and over them. I lean forward to kiss her as my hands caress her pantyhose encased thighs. My hands move as we kiss. One of her hands continues to brace herself as I press into her gently, the other moves to the side of my head, her fingers entwined in my long hair, her mouth pressing with equal effect into mine.

She gasps into my mouth, "Oh, God..." My fingers are taking hold of the elastic waist of her pantyhose.

I pause at the sound. I break the kiss but don't pull my mouth away. Our lips still in contact, my words come almost slurred, "I want to pleasure you, Sarah. I want to thank you."

She presses her mouth against mine even as she tries to respond. Her reply is more mumbled, more jumbled, more slurred than mine was making it unrecognizable but it is still obvious. She wants this. She drops the hand at my head to the desktop and with both hands to support her, she raises her hips off the surface. I smile as we kiss, as we mash our lips and mouths together. My slurred declaration could be unintelligible except for the heavy groan it elicits. "I want to taste you, Sarah."

She quietly mumbles something as she collapses back to the surface as I break the kiss and put my focus on pulling her pantyhose and panties over her raised hips. Her dress bunched at her waist, I am pulling her pantyhose and panties down her thighs, past her knees, and leave them bundled at her ankles. I dip underneath her feet and rise between her legs, pressing her knees apart while raising them. Her exposed pussy is sparsely covered in downy fur of pubic hair. I notice a glistening along the inside of her pussy lips. It excites me and encourages me to see her excitement. My lips touch her pussy lips. I kiss them. I move higher to kiss her clitoral hood and flick it with my tongue. I retreat back down her pussy, kissing it repeatedly, then licking back up along her lips to her clit. I lap at her with my tongue repeatedly, then stiffen the tip and probe between the lips causing her lips to part as I move up until I surround her now aroused clit with my lips and suck gently.

She is moaning and gasping. Her legs sag and I push them back up and press them toward her upper body. I tell her to hold them back and spread. My voice is firm, unquestionable. If it surprises Sarah, there is no indication of it. I have taken control of the situation but it doesn't surprise me, either. It seems I have only been responding to the direction of Mr. and/or Mrs. Baldwin for months and have been lost in that willing desire to obediently respond. Taking command here, now, isn't a change from that. It is only the means employed to satisfy the direction Mr. Baldwin gave me.

With Sarah's hands and arms locked under her knees and splayed apart, my own hands are freed to assist my mouth and tongue. I use fingers of both hands to open her pussy lips. Her juicy inner folds are laid open to my gaze and mouth. I suck at her hole, lick up to her clit, then suck vigorously at it, drawing it out as the throbbing, engorged sex organ it is. I have learned that the clit seems to have no other purpose but for stimulation but the intensity of that stimulation must be modulated so it remains positive. I release the rigid nub after a moment of focused attention and return to press my tongue abruptly into her hole. I hear her gasping. I feel her body shiver. I slip a finger into her hole alongside my tongue and a long moan seems to fill the small office. I slip another finger inside, moving my mouth to her clit, again. I hear her muttering, just sounds unintelligible, then, "Oh, God... Oh, God..."

Her hips are rising up and falling down to the surface. I only hear muffled sounds. I quickly pull away and look up. She has released one knee and is holding her hand over her mouth. Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps. As I watch, I shove three fingers into her oozing pussy. She gasps and groans. I curl the middle finger and probe to the inside tip of her pussy as my mouth returns to the clit. She jerks sharply as my finger finds her g-spot at the same time my lips encase her throbbing clit and my teeth rake across it.

In the next moment, she explodes in orgasm. She releases both knees and her legs sag to my shoulders, her hands clasping over her mouth as she cries out but only a muffled sound escapes. My mouth clamps onto her hole and I suck at her orgasmic juices.

When I retreat from under her limp legs, she has collapsed. Her breathing is heavy and the room is filled with only that sound. She lays exposed and spent. Her dress bunched at her waist, her pantyhose and panties binding her ankles together, her pussy and inner thighs glistening from her release and the attention from my mouth. I move to the front of the desk and lean down to kiss her on the lips. I can see her struggling to open and focus her eyes. A weak smile forms over her mouth as she continues to gather herself and return control of her breathing.

Then, "My, God... Karen... how did you learn that?"

How? How, indeed. If she only knew what I have experienced at the hands... mouths, tongues, fingers, and toys... of Mrs. Baldwin and her friends!

In the next month or so, Sarah has become another person I spend erotic time with at Mr. Baldwin's direction. We are careful to arrange it when the Vice Presidents are traveling or in meetings. When I walk past her now when called to Mr. Baldwin's office, she has a knowing smile for me which draws a smile from me in return. But it is after that month that everything changes dramatically for me, again.

* * * *

"What do you mean you have a personnel problem you don't know what to do with? We've got channels, Harrelson. Why are you coming directly to me when you could be going through HR?" James Baldwin was exasperated. It had already been one of those days that could have gone a lot better than it was. He decided to work late to try to salvage something good from the day. Some days were just like that. He knew that and was not surprised when they happened. You couldn't sit on top of a vast enterprise like Trinity and not have some of those days. He had just gotten off the phone with Abby to let her know but to be ready when he got home and he would take her out to her favorite restaurant to make up for it. Harrelson's call came in almost as soon as the handset hit the cradle. Harrelson was the project leader in India.

"Sorry, boss. I wasn't sure HR could really do much but there could be... ramifications."

Harrelson was good. He had proven himself over many projects and it was why he was in India to get the new facility there up and running. "Okay... sorry, Bill. It's been one of those days. Apparently, I'm not the only one to have one. What the hell time is it there, anyway?"

There was a chuckle. "Damn early. I stewed all night. Took a chance you might still be in the office. I have a situation brewing. Several, actually. A few of the guys have taken up with locals. We've reviewed and reinforced the training on culture and customs here. We've reinforced that this area isn't Mumbai and even Mumbai is starkly different from our customs regarding men and women." He closed his eyes. He could feel the headache creeping in. He waited for the shoe to drop, know when it hit it probably was more than one gentle thud but something impactful. The last thing they needed was for the new facility to have a negative impression in the local region where they needed to draw workers from.

"What damage?"

Harrelson came back, "Not that much, actually. Locally, that is. They guys agreed to pull back with more caution and care. Caught it in time... except for one. And, you'll never guess who." That's for sure, he thought. Why would he remember any of them? Not that he would verbalize that, of course. He waited, again. "The married guy, Samson."

Baldwin sat up straight in his chair. The fatigue of the day was instantly gone. "Gerald Samson?"

"There's only one, boss." He swore to himself, a long line of words he hadn't verbalized in years... and held in now. It created another period of silence Harrelson felt compelled to fill. "She's pregnant." FUCK. Did that just come out? He was sure it had. Harrelson was too quiet. "But... on the plus side, at least for the company and the plant, he wants to marry her."

"What!? He's fucking married! I don't believe this... what does he think he's going to do with..." he almost said Karen with far too much familiarity "... his wife here?"

"We've been counseling him and it came to a head last night... your early morning. He's serious. You know how reserved and awkward he is... maybe you don't... sure, why would you." Yeah, I know, but can't say that, either. "Anyway, something clicked in him here with the Indians. He never come across as brusque and arrogant. That personality seems to work with the locals. They seem to relate to him. He's a different person with them. He wants to stay. He's put in the paperwork for a permanent transfer. He wants to stay here, marry this woman, and start over."

"And?"

"He says he needs time off to return to the States to take care of the legal stuff."

He sighed, "Simple as that... take care of the legal stuff." His mind was in a whirl. He had seen what was in Karen and could draw it out, have some fun, show her what they had been missing, give her something to apply to her husband when he returned when he would 'reprogram' her attention to her Gerald. That had been his plan. Now... his mind quickly worked on it and he actually smiled for the first time in hours. "Okay... listen, Bill, remind the idiot that he has a wife here he left to wait for him, a wife who agreed to patiently wait for two years... to wait for him. Remind him what that is likely to do to her. If he is going to do this, he needs to think of her and do it quickly and as painlessly as possible for her." He paused as his mind continued to work. "What an idiot. He never understood what he had in her..."

"What was that last part, boss? You were kind of quiet."

Damn, did that actually come out?

* * * *

The doorbell chimed. I didn't hear it the first two times with the headphones on. I ran from the kitchen to the door, threw open the entry closet for the robe hanging there and cinched it around my naked body, took a deep, calming breathing, and opened the door. It was a delivery man with a large envelope requiring a delivery signature. I thanked him confused about why I would be getting such an envelope. As I walked with it back to the kitchen where I had been chopping pepper, green onion, garlic, and ginger for a new recipe I was trying, I studied the envelope. It had a return label from Swanson, Davis, and Garner, Attorneys.

I dropped it on the kitchen table and stood over it. It was addressed to me. What would attorneys be sending me? Looking down at the table, I noticed I was still wrapped in the robe. Before turning to the counter for the paring knife I was using for chopping, I pulled the tie and shrugged out of the robe. By now I felt so much more comfortable when naked. I slit open the envelope and pulled out papers clipped together.

I skimmed the cover letter on top in total disbelief. I was frozen in place. Divorce notice?

I didn't know how long I was standing there with the letter in my shaking hands, not reading, just staring. My cellphone on the counter snapped me out of it. It was a number I didn't recognize but answered numbly.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Samson? Mrs. Karen Samson?" Yes. "Mrs. Samson, this is Teresa Warner. Did you receive a certified mailing recently?" Just now. "Okay. Mrs. Samson, I am sorry you find yourself in this situation but I have been retained to represent you. I cannot make this situation hurt any less but I can help you." I... don't understand. "This is very sudden, I know. But, please, I would like you to come to my office tomorrow morning and we can talk. I will try to explain what is happening and what we can do. Can you do that? Meet me here tomorrow?" I... I guess so. You say you've been retained to help me? "Yes. My fees are covered. I will text you my office address. Now... I want to give you two rules to follow starting now, okay? One: you will be referred to as only 'Mrs. Samson' until this is over. We want everyone to remember you are the aggrieved wife. Two: you will only wear conservative clothes. That means skirts to the knees, pants, sleeve tops, buttoned to the neck." Why? "Mrs. Samson, divorce attorneys can be very nasty. You should assume someone is watching and waiting for you to make a mistake and photograph it. They would love to imply anything to strengthen their case."

The call was ended. I waited for the text and used a map app to locate the office downtown. Once I did that, I took a deep breath. Think. Damn. Why? That's so unlike Gerald. Conservative. Double damn. Naked feels so good. Provocative is so exciting. I slip the robe back on. Mr. Baldwin. Of course. Who else could have known and do something like this for me?

I pull his contact up on the phone and press the call button.

"Karen?"

"Yes, sir. Mr. Baldwin, did you... do you know a Teresa Warner?"

"She contacted you. Good. Yes, dear, she's our personal attorney. She's good, very good." He chuckled, which I thought was odd, but then he continued. "I've heard some opposing attorneys have even referred to her as 'that fucking Warner'. You're in good hands, dear."

"Thank you, sir. I don't know... I don't know what I would have done."

"Abby and I aren't going to let anything happen to you, dear."

"I'll repay you somehow, Mr. Baldwin. I promise."

"You'll do no such thing. This is what we want to do. You're important to us, Karen."

I felt that warm feeling flood over me, again. "Thank you, sir. But I will find a way to thank you two." I paused. He must have sensed more because he didn't say anything. "Sir, she... Ms. Warner... she said I should dress conservatively and be careful."

"You need to do everything she says. Karen, I want you to do everything she says for me."

"Yes, sir. I will."

"I've told Ms. Warner to get this expedited. Whatever it takes. I've also instructed her to be the bitch I know she can be when she needs to. You'll be okay, Karen." This time he paused and I waited. "Are you still using the headphones Sarah gave you?" I assured him I was. "Good, they might be very helpful during this time."

They certainly have made a difference so far. I saw no reason to stop now. Of course, I will need to move my clothes around in the closet, again. Hopefully, Mr. Baldwin will be right and this will get resolved quickly. I wonder what got into Gerald? Just when my life was getting interesting....