New Jobs, New Roles (Part 2)

This story follows on from “New Jobs, New Roles (Part 1)”I sent Jen home–she had things to tell her husband Graham. I let Nigel spend the night. I let him curl up on the floor next to my bed–I did give him a blanket. Next morning, as I was showering before work, it finally hit me. Graham. Graham–could that be the same Graham who I met at the Sex Shop? Who I had tied up at home? Whose picture I had, while he was tied to my spare bed? “Well,” I thought as I got out of the shower, “Guess I’ll find out soon enough.” Nigel had made me some breakfast (just some jam and toast and a cup of coffee) while I was in the shower. “Thank you, boy.” “You’re welcome Mistress.” he paused. “Mistress, will you be wanting me tonight?” “I will, yes. Be here by eight o’clock.” “Yes Mistress.” “Do you need to go somewhere now?” “Yes, Mistress. I need to go to work.” “Off you go then. See you later.” “Thank you, Mistress.” And off he went. Shortly afterwards, dressed in a trouser suit and black high heels I set off for work. It was only day two at the mail order place–but yesterday seemed like ages ago. Anyway, I got there at just before nine and met Liz in the mail room. “Hi Nicki, how are you?” “Very well, thanks. And you?” “Good! The meeting with the supplier went well yesterday–in fact we need to go back up this afternoon for a follow-up. Do you mind holding the fort?” “No problem.” “Oh! I hope the cleaner didn’t surprise you yesterday. I forgot to mention him.” I smiled inwardly, “No problem. And yes, we met. It was fine. I think I surprised him more than he surprised me.” I got on with some desk work while Liz and her husband dealt with the orders that had come in during the night. The work wasn’t exactly scintillating, but I supposed that the money would pay the bills. And there was always the ‘returns’ cupboard. After Liz and hubby left around lunchtime, I took another look through the cupboard, but really, I had had the best of the pickings the previous day. That’s where I was when the cleaner came by. “Oh. Hello,” he said. “I didn’t know if you’d be here today.” I smiled back at him–as if nothing had happened between us the previous day, “Yup! I’m here!” “Is Liz around?” I shook my head. “Why?” “Its just there are some men downstairs–two of them. And they’re looking for Liz.” “No worries,” I replied, “I’ll go speak to them.” I didn’t actually get downstairs. Just as I opened the office door, they reached the landing. They looked like a couple of thugs. Big, broad, almanbahis şikayet very little hair; dressed in jeans and leather jackets. “Liz?” The talker had a tattoo on his neck, sticking out from his t-shirt. “I am sorry. Liz is out for the rest of the day. Perhaps I can help?” I ushered them through into the office and sat them down on a sofa in there. I sat on the arm chair opposite the sofa, “So,” I said, “I am Nicki. How can I help?” Tattoo man spoke, “We’re debt collectors.” My heart sank. I didn’t hear all of what he said, I had gone into a bit of a daze. I caught “£2345.67” and “overdue by one hundred and twenty days,” and “bailiffs” and the name of the company they were collecting for. Then I snapped out of my daze. “Wait a minute. Did you say £2345.67?” “Yes.” “I remember now. It’s a funny number. I wrote a cheque for that yesterday, and got it in the last post.” “I am sorry, Miss… Nicki?” I nodded. “But in our profession, there’s a saying: ‘that’s what they all fucking say.’ Pardon my French.” “But it’s true.” I repeated. “Look. Liz knew she was behind with getting her bills paid. That’s why she employed me. I started yesterday, and the very first thing I did was write out cheques to the suppliers. And I remember writing one for £2345.67.” I leaned forward in my chair, letting the two of them see a little cleavage. “Is there nothing we can do?” Tattoo man looked over at the other one. “Ed?” Ed stroked his chin pensively. “I’m not really sure. What did you have in mind?” “Could you come back tomorrow?” I suggested. “Liz would be here too, and you could confirm that the cheque has arrived.” “Mmm,” said Ed. “You know it costs money to collect debts. If we don’t have anything to show for this visit, we can’t really charge our client.” “But your client didn’t really need you. The invoice is already paid.” “What if,” I started, “What if you never really came today at all. What if you came tomorrow; then we could call your client and confirm they received the cheque. Or they might even call and cancel first thing when they get the cheque. It really is in the post.” Ed chuckled and so did tattoo man. “But we are here. We have taken the time to come and visit you. So what’s in it for us?” What indeed? Here I was. I had only known Liz and Ben since the day before and here I was contemplating… Contemplating what? What would I do now to diffuse this situation. It wasn’t a situation of my making–it was Liz and Ben who’d failed to pay almanbahis canlı casino their bills… Tattoo man and Ed were both well built; and, as I thought about it, the only one in my flat last night who hadn’t ended up sexually satisfied was me–what was that about? I bit my lip. “What if…” I said, “What if I tried to persuade you to come back tomorrow.” Tattoo cottoned on. “I think,” he replied, “that you’d have to be quite… persuasive.” “I can be… very persuasive.” I leaned even further forward in my chair, smiling at the two lecherous sods and letting them see the full glory of my cleavage, at least as well as I could before I unbuttoned my blouse. Then, I unbuttoned my blouse. They leered at me as I undid the buttons and slowly revealed the white bustier I wore underneath it. I stood up and took off my suit jacket, then shrugged my blouse from my shoulders, smiling down at them. They glanced at one another and exchanged a look. A look that said, “Nice one!” I knelt down between them and grabbed their thighs; Ed with my left hand, tattoo with my right. I raked my fingernails down their jeans, then leaned forward to press my breasts against their legs. It was Ed who reached out and grabbed the hair at the back of my head. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me savagely. All I could do was groan–well, not quite all. I reached up and rubbed my hand against his crotch, feeling his cock grow at my touch. When he released me from the kiss, I sighed. Tattoo grabbed my right hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. They were both… well built. Ed undid his own jeans and fished out his cock. He was circumcised and thick–a good seven inches of man meat. I reached out my hand and grasped it, feeling it move in my hand like it had a life of its own. Tattoo followed suit and revealed a longer, more slender member, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip. I soon had my hand wrapped around that one too. What a lucky girl! I stroked both cocks together, up and down, up and down. As I leaned forward to let them feel my breath on their cocks, I felt hands on my breasts, mauling me through my bustier. Ed got it first: my lips around the head of his cock as I pumped him. His head fell back, eyes closed and I clasped his cock tighter and wanked him for all I was worth. I felt tattoo’s fingers sipping under my bustier and pinching my nipple. I gasped and came up for air, then switched over to take his cock. Still stroking both almanbahis casino men in unison, but this time tattoo felt my warm wet mouth engulf him. When I came up for air, I whispered, “See what I mean? Pretty persuasive, eh?” The two of them smiled down at me; it was Ed who replied, “So far, so good.” He grabbed my hair again and pulled me up so he could kiss me. He fumbled with the zip on my trousers, but I knew what he wanted–or thought I did. I stood for a moment and slipped off my shoes and trousers, standing there in a white thong that matched my bustier–one nipple sticking out now. He beckoned to me and I stepped forward. Ed grabbed my arse and pulled me down to sit astride him. I felt him pull at the thong before he ripped it off me. Then his cock was pressing at my cunny–my dripping wet snatch. I gasped as he entered me–God, what a feeling–what a girth. My cunt felt tight around him; he held my waist tight and thrust himself into me. I looked down at him, my mouth an O. Tattoo stood up and went around behind me, and Ed pulled me down against him, my chest pressed against his. Then I felt the tip of tattoo’s cock between my cheeks. My arse cheeks. He spat on my bum (I suppose that was something) then pushed, slowly but relentlessly, until the head of his cock slipped into my tight, tight arsehole. I squealed; half delight, half surprise. Thank God it was this way around–Ed felt tight enough in my snatch–let alone my bum. The two of them fucked me in a kind of off-rhythm syncopated way. I was always full of cock, it just switched between my pussy and my arse–but what a feeling! I was buzzing. I bounced up and down on Ed’s thick cock and tattoo tried to keep up. “Okay boys,” I whispered huskily, “This is about as persuasive as I get.” Then, pow! My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I came suddenly, almost unexpectedly–perhaps it was when Ed and Tattoo finally found their rhythm and thrust into me at the same time. But every muscle in my body tensed and then relaxed, leaving me in a euphoric state, halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness. It was only when the door opened that I came out of my reverie. Liz put her head around the door, “Jesus!” she said. “Ed, Andy! What are you doing here?” Tattoo (Andy I suppose) responded, “What does it fucking look like?” I stood up and tried to make myself look presentable; I pulled on my trousers (no knickers) and my shoes, straightened up my bustier (hiding both nipples), then put on my blouse. “Ed, you know better than this.” “What’s up?” “You’re taking advantage of me,” said Liz. “Well, actually, I think we took advantage of her,” he replied, jerking his thumb in my direction. “I spoke to you yesterday! I told you Nicki was posting the cheque.