Why I Love My Job Ch. 02

She went up on tiptoes and licked my lips, lightly and slowly. Her hand moved faster.

She had me stone hard and she could be very fucking persuasive. This was why Peter liked her – she knew how to plead. But I'd already told her the rules tonight.

I put one hand in her hair, and tilted her head back. My other hand slapped across her face, then her breasts.

"You were already told no, slut. You make a hot offer but I make the rules here and Julianne is going to be broken in properly tonight, which means she's the only girl in that room. And Peter and I deal honestly, so if you want what you want you're going to have to clear it with him. I'd love to rape you silly but it will not be on the side. Now get out of here before you make trouble for yourself." I pushed her off, and stepped back.

"Yes sir," she whispered, shaking. "Thank you sir."

She fled. I went in.

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Julianne already had her drink in her hand. I picked up mine and sniffed it. Rum and coke, and from the tickle in my nose, not much rum. I took a sip. White Night doesn't do all that much to men – the Ice is an amphetamine variant and keeps you alert; the Vi keeps the erections going; and Mad, in a guy's system, gives a minor boost to ego and skin sensitivity, but not a lot else. In a woman's body, Ice and Vi made it easier to orgasm, but Mad flipped their fucking on switch and made sex seem like the greatest idea ever. Julianne was sipping her drink quickly and nervously, probably hoping it would have a calming effect. It would – briefly.

The guys were being ok – talking to her, keeping it light, complimenting her on her looks. At this point it wouldn't matter that much if she freaked and ran for the door, because it wouldn't open for her. But nobody wanted a scene.

I watched her. She was frightened, but making an effort to be social. It helped that the room didn't look like a BDSM palace. It was a high end business meeting room, but with better couches, a small bar and kitchenette, a few tables for poker and a pool table. The art on the wall was all very sexualized and not very subtle, but other than that there was nothing much to raise an eyebrow. A curtained doorway led to a room that would have scared Julianne shitless if she looked in, but the curtain was drawn. The unisex bathroom completed the suite.

I settled her on the couch, sitting beside her. Greg got on the other side of her. Instantly she was visibly on edge again. It was hard to blame her. She was in an outfit that would have embarrassed the term bodycon, with no panties and a bra that just held her up and forced the nipples against the sheer cloth of the skin tight blouse. She was surrounded by guys in suits, she was dressed like the toy she was, and she knew exactly what she was here for. Most importantly, she was cut off from the support of other women. Her eyes moved fixedly to the screen, where the game was playing. I doubted she cared about the game.

I thumbed the lights. I could feel her sudden shivering. I smiled and ran a fingertip, very lightly, over her exposed thigh.

"As of now," I said to her, "There are five people in the room who can do what they want. You're not one of them. You are here to be enjoyed. You're going to be a good girl for us."

She nodded, unsteadily, eyes still fixed on the screen. I looked her over, slowly. Her nipples were already hardening, her lips were parted. That wasn't the drug, I knew. Suzie had spent a lot of time and money on her, and there are women who find being dolled up for sex hot. It didn't matter that she didn't want to be here. Anger, fear and shame didn't change a thing. She was here for sex, she was a virtual prisoner of men with hard dicks and no consciences – and her body responded.

I ran my hand over her thigh again, slowly, then Greg did the same to her other thigh. She swallowed, and sipped her drink again. She'd already finished a lot of it, in her nervousness. The drugs wouldn't hit fast, but the alcohol was already at work; her pupils were constricted. When the Ice got going, they'd dilate.

James lent over the back of the sofa, and ran a hand over her hair, lightly. "Pretty little thing," he murmured. "I like the way your breasts curve. They invite a man's hands." He reached down and began to unbutton the blouse. "Don't get wrapped in overthinking this, girl. Just feel the fingertips."

He opened the blouse, and his fingertips traced over her bare breasts. She shrank into the sofa, but his fingered followed, and traced across her breasts again, moving from the inside out, and then back again. "Fingertips feel good," he said softly. "Mouths are better. Sucked and nibbled and bitten. Imagine it."

Tom quietly clicked off the game, and brought up a different video. I recognized it. It was a recording of a nightclub in in the Caribbean, quite a number of years ago, when Madrigal was still a secret and the first large scale experiments began. It had been a hot club to begin with, but a dose of Madrigal was added to the free drink served at 21:00, without telling anyone there. The video started at 20:59 and ended at 22:00. Julianne didn't know any of that; she just saw a nightclub scene with a lot of rich guys and hot women, talking, dancing, doing a little harmless grinding. She stared, avidly, trying not to think about was happening to her.

I opened her blouse the rest of the way, smiling at how the shelf bra showcased her and made her very hard nipples prominent. James cupped both her breasts, catching her nipples between his fingers, and squeezed down, slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed, and then opened and stared at the screen again.

Her eyes were dilating.

Greg and I slowly parted her legs, and we stroked the inside of her thighs. The hand holding her drink trembled; I took it from her and held it to her lips, making her finish it all. Then I brushed her hair back and nibbled, very gently, on her earlobe. Greg very slowly slid her skirt up her thigh.

Eric settled on the floor in front of her and began to stroke the calves, and lightly pet the backs of her knees. She gave a tiny whimper and tried to close her legs, but we didn't allow her to. She whimpered again, licking her lips.

Eric unzipped and took out his cock. She glanced down, and her eyes went right back to the screen, fixedly. But after a minute they drifted back down again. He was stroking it, slowly. It was harder for her to tear her eyes away the second time. She was shivering now, her legs shifting under the massage of her thighs. My thumb brushed across her slit, just once. Then Greg did the same.

The scene in the video began to change. Women got... friendlier, and did more kissing. Then more grinding. Suddenly one of them turned her back against her partner, raised her arms up and back around his head, and ground her ass against his cock. She moaned, and his hands came up over her bikini covered breasts. Then another couple did the same.

Julianne stared at them, fascinated.

I'd watched the video several times before, as part of product training. Everyone in the club had been given a full dose. Back in those days the interaction with alcohol and sugar hadn't been worked out, and the drug took a few minutes to really hit. One guy there figured out pretty fast how horny his date suddenly was, and removed her bikini top, whispering something in her ear and massaging her breasts. She got a lot of attention from other men – and other girls began removing their own tops, or had them pulled off by their dates. The scene was slightly surreal, like an unlikely porn video, but this was real footage. Julianne suddenly didn't know where to look.

James pulled her nipples, and then twisted them back and forth. She arched her back, and her head fell back and she closed her eyes. My thumb settled over her clit, and Greg's finger traced up and down her slit, not quite penetrating. She panted, softly.

"Fucktoy," I whispered into her ear, softly.

She moaned. "No... I'm a good girl..."

I kept up the slow, steady movement on her clit, my hand hidden, only barely, by her skirt. "No," I whispered. "Good girls don't come down here. You're a fucktoy. Your body was made to take cock after cock, and to please them all. We dressed you like this and brought you down here because we know what you are. You're a hot, wet, fuckable slut."

She tried to close her legs again. Greg, Eric and I put a stop to that, and opened her legs wide instead, trapping her legs with our own. The vulnerability got to her; her breathing became very uneven. She stared down at Eric's cock again. The rest of us unzipped and took ours out as well. I enjoyed watching her face, seeing what the sound of all those zippers did to her. She raised her eyes to the screen again, her gaze unsteady, stunned, but unquestionably aroused and unable to hide it.

"We've all seen you come, slut," Greg whispered in her other ear. 'Do you remember what I was whispering in your ear when you were on camera? Come slut come. Come slut come. Over and over. And you couldn't help coming, could you. Because sluts never can."

She shuddered. I guessed the Mad had started to kick in.

The video had gotten to the tipping point. At one edge of the screen, one of the guys had figured out his date was out of control, and he tipped her over a table and forced a finger into her from behind. She gave an animalistic moan and whimpered something in Caribbean French... and another guy walked up, took it out, and slapped her face with it, over and over, until suddenly she was sucking. Her date laughed darkly, took his cock out and pushed into her from behind...

Julianne gave a little sob of need, her eyes fluttering closed.

Tom came up to the couch with a vibrator in his hand. "She's ready. Stretch her out."

We chuckled and each took a limb, and immobilized her, with her ass on the edge of the couch, her feet pinned to the floor and her wrists trapped against the top of the couch. Tom removed her skirt, positioned the vibrator, and turned it to low. She stared down in horror.

She thrashed, trying to get away, but we each had an extra hand to use on her, and her thighs and breasts were gripped hard. The vibrator caressed, slowly.

It wasn't long before her head tossed, to one side, and then the other. Her pants turned to gasps.

"We have so many games we can play with you, miss Julianne. This is only the beginning. They get more and more intense, until you beg to be fucked. Don't assume you get to say 'yes sir please'. We know what a hot little plaything you are, how your pussy already aches for cock. You're going to writhe in shame as you beg with every begging, degrading word you know, for cock after cock. We might even let you come for us... if you beg just right."

The video turned into an orgy, and the moaning and gasping fucked with Julianne's head. I laughed, soft and deep, and began to kiss and suck her nipple, roughly. Greg nibbled the other one, keeping up the soft litany of slut and cum-whore between nips. I played my fingertips across her belly, then scratched with fingernails.

Tom slid the vibrator lower, pressed it inside her briefly, and returned it to her clit. Eric ran his fingertips under his arm and along her sides... and then very suddenly took her by the hair and pulled her head back over the back of the couch, and brushed his cock across her lips.

"Beg to suck him." I said.

"No-" she gasped. "No- please no-"

Tom turned the vibrator up, just a notch, and slid it into her again, then back to her clit, then in again, working it slowly. Then he bent over her and ran his tongue over her clit...

"Fuck please stop, please! Fuck please! Please it's too much!-"

Fingers and tongues worked her helpless body, and suddenly she could no longer fight what she felt. Her mouth fell open and her lips shivered against Eric's cock. I could see her desperately trying not to lick it. I twisted her nipples, slowly.

"Serve us," I said.

"No- no – please don't make me want this- please stop! Oh fuck, please please stop!-"

I saw Tom wet his fingertip and press it gently against her anus. Sobbing and convulsing, she licked Eric's cock.

He slapped her with it and held it above her mouth, just out of reach. "Beg."

Her head tossed from side to side again as I flicked her nipples, over and over, fast. Then Eric tightened his grip on her hair and rubbed his cock against her lips, then held it above her mouth again. She stared at it, helplessly.

"Beg," I said. Greg and Tom echoed the command. Tom turned the vibrator up, held it against her clit, pushed a finger into her slit and curled it slowly...

"Please!" she whimpered. "Please let me- let me have it- let me"

"Let you what," I hissed, slapping her nipples quickly and lightly.

"PLEASE! LET ME SUCK COCK!"

Eric turned her head to the side and fucked her mouth. I gave him credit for not being brutal, he went slowly. I rewarded Julianne with a slow, teasing nipple-suck, and slow caressing of her lower belly. I could feel the tendons there starting to tighten, over and over.

Tom took the toys away, slid a condom on, and pressed his cock along her slit. Not entering. She'd need to beg for that. He shifted until the head of his cock was over her clit and begin to rub himself against her, masturbating them both.

Tom may not have understood sports bets and he kind of sucked at poker, but at edge play he was fucking Picasso. He knew to the second when to stop, and on her third edging she was sobbing and shuddering. Eric pulled out of her mouth and just let it drip on her and she thrashed, incoherently. Tom started to edge her again...

"Please fuck please let me come!"

"Selfish slut," I snapped at her. "You need to take a lot of cock for that to happen."

Eric tracked his cock around her lips, lightly, and it was so fucking hot watching her lips shudder.

"Please take me!" she sobbed.

"Not good enough," I snapped, squeezing her breasts. "You're a cum-loving fucking slut and you don't ask like a classy lady. You will fucking beg like the greedy little fucktoy we all know you are!"

"Fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck me. Use me, over and over, Fuck me, I'm a – please just fuck me!"

"You're a what?" I snarled.

"I'm a – I'm- I'm a slut! Fuck your slut! Fuck please I want cock so bad! I want all your cocks! Fuck me like a slut and make me come!"

Tom plowed her, fast and ruthlessly. James repositioned, pushed just the head of his cock into her desperate mouth, and stroked himself, watching her closely... "You'll swallow every drop babe, don't fuck this up, I want to see you swallow it all..."

It didn't take him long, but then she was the perfect visual and her sounds were pure animal need. He gushed into her and she swallowed frantically, half choking, then sucking him clean. Then she started to arch-

"You fucking bitch - you do not ruin my fun with your orgasm," Tom snarled, pulling out. "Work my cock and get me off!" He slammed back into her and she sobbed over and over, squeezing down again and again. He snarled again, grabbing her legs and thrust inside her, watching her try to suck as she shuddered... and poured out inside her, gasping and snarling.

"My fucking turn," Greg growled, practically pushing Tom aside. He didn't bother with a condom, probably because he knew she'd had her anti-fertility shots and wasn't too worked about legal proceedings. He pushed in. He was very large, and she convulsed in shock. I watched Greg carefully – he had a little bit of a cruel streak.

He picked up the vibrator.

"I'm no edge play master," he said. "So I'm just gonna leave it where it will make you go insane. And you better not come."

She tossed, tensing over and over, fighting it and whimpering "Fuck me... fuck me... please I want to come so badly, oh please!" until he poured into her. She almost came with him, but he left her a swift handprint on her ass to put a stop to that.

"Miss slutty secretary is mine next," said James. "Let her go. She needs to crawl for cock now. Crawl, Julieslut. I want to feel your pretty little mouth do something other than whinge about your needs."

She was too overwhelmed not to obey. She tried to suck him off but she didn't know much about it, and in the end he told her to hold her breasts together, and fucked them, splattering her face with cum as she stared and whimpered. He pushed her off, and immediately I dragged her across the floor by the ankle to me.

"You finally get to come," I told her. "Do whatever it takes to get off with my cock in you."

I pushed her onto her back and took what I wanted. Her hand snaked down between us and she rubbed her clit, and it wasn't long before she was arching helplessly, she came twice, and by then I didn't have a choice, so I came, some in her and some all over her.

She lay there, shaking. I growled something sympathetic, and got up to get a drink.

"Eric." I said at the bar, in a low voice. "Didn't I tell you to give her a low dose?"

"Yeah, but listen, there-"

"You trying to get us in trouble?"

"What? Scott, listen. You kind of didn't give me time to set the drinks up. Everyone got a dose... except her."

"Wait... what?"

"Yeah. She didn't get any. That was all her."

"I saw her eyes dilate!"

"When we started touching her? There's more than Ice that opens eyes wide, you know?"

I turned to look at her, still shaking on the floor from her orgasms. "Well... hello," I said, softly.

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Being guys, there was really only one thing for us to do after orgasms like that. I broke out the poker cards. James had to bail, but a four person game is good fun. I eyed Julianne as she put her clothing back on.

"Miss Julianne... do you play?"

Tom killed the sound on the video – no one wanted to play poker to the sound of moaning, begging females.

Julianne just stared at me. "Cards?"

"Poker."

She was clearly having some trouble making the transition from crawling on the floor for a fucking, to games of high-stakes risk and negotiation. To me it sounded like a typical day at the Company, except the fuckings were more symbolic and rarely ended in orgasm for the victim.

"So I'm one of the boys now?"

Greg looked her over. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever met, if you are. Do you play or not?"

"Yes," she said. We all did double-takes.

"This isn't five card draw, twos and aces wild and playing for hair bands," Greg said. "We play Holdem."

She snatched the deck out of my hand. "Holdem it is, nothing wild. Being gentleman you'll have to spot me, or put a value on my kisses."

Tom and Eric looked at me, stunned. Greg's eyes narrowed. I just stared at her.

"Alright," I said, slowly. "I know you're broke, but I offered to let you play, so I'm honor bound to let you in, and I'll loan you a starter. But you have to realize, not all the bets at this table are monetary. We sometimes bet favors or information about work. You don't have those sorts of resources."

"I think," she said icily, "that you already showed me I have things you badly want."

Tom was still staring. "You fucking mouthy bitch. We don't have to bargain for those."

"Hey," I snapped. "You're the one being a bitch, Tom. She just took a screwing and I don't see any tears from her. That earns her a little fucking respect in my book. And the way you play cards, maybe you better hold your comments until we see if she's better than you. And not to put too fine a point on it, but she's mine, not yours, unless you can take her away from me. You don't get to assume her assets are yours whenever you want them."

"I say we do this," Greg said. "We'll have to be creative with the betting but I want to see what she's got."

Eric laughed. "I think we know that."

"I don't think we do," I said. "So I'm in and I'll spot you 500 credits, miss Julianne. Don't lose. You can't afford to be any deeper in my debt."