CHAPTER 2: THE FIRST HIRES

Tamara Thorne sat in her one-year-old Prius and considered the house in front of her. Two other cars were parked in the circle drive and she hoped they belonged to Sara James and Marie Jensen, co-workers she was to join for a private meeting with Mr. Cornell about his soon-to-be-official consulting firm. She had been afraid of being the first to arrive. Mr. Cornell was an amazing boss (actually the boss of bosses), but this was his home, and no matter how amazing he was still the big boss. So, she was relieved to see the other cars.

Tamara had been recruited to the fifth floor of Alliance Corporation or the Sex floor as they joke among themselves. She had been the quiet one of the bunch. Smart, dedicated, strong work ethic, and loving Sex and exhibitionism, she fit right in though she was more reserved than many on the floor. Her quiet, reserved personality could be in conflict with her Sex drive but she had been quickly pulled into the tight group of Marie and Abby not only sharing many ‘girls’ nights’ at each others’ pussies but taking on multiple guys in the break room. It was like she was the sidekick of the sexy duo of the office, though two years older than them. She was less noticed except for one thing: she was one of the few African Americans in the office.

She opened the car door and stepped out, checking herself in the window. She straightened her blouse and skirt. She had neglected to ask how to dress so she went for casual business and wore flats rather than heels and without stockings. She hoped she wasn’t under-dressed.

She walked up to the massive front door and pressed the doorbell with a shaking finger. She had been so surprised by everything: Abby, Sara, and Marie coming to her desk saying they had to meet with her privately, discretely outside of work. All very mysterious until Abby blurted it all out as they sat at a corner booth of a bar where nobody from work would be. Mr. Cornell was about to retire to start his own consulting firm and he wanted her, Tamara, to join him. She and the three, obviously. After a startled, shocked ‘why’ escaped from her mouth, they said Mr. Cornell was well aware of her work ethic, working with others, and … she still couldn’t believe this … and the office was to be like how the fifth floor used to be. She met with Mr. Cornell along with the three others. He explained what he was envisioning, how excited he was, and the confidence he had in the firm with the people he wanted to hire. Of course, the nudity and Sex … was she still interested in that? Damn right she was interested in that. Craving it in fact. After several miserable relationships, she had sworn off relationships but she was an exhibitionist and that often led to Sex and that was the problem with most men just interested in taking advantage. The fifth floor was different: exhibitionism and Sex but in safety.

“Tamara, welcome!” Mrs. Cornell seemed to swallow her in her arms as she pulled her into the foyer. She parted from the stunned young woman to arm’s length and giggled. “Sorry, dear. Samantha Cornell. Welcome to our home. The other ladies are upstairs to the left. I’m sure you’ll find them. When you’re ready, come out to the back patio. Abby can show the way.”

Tamara climbed the stairs from the ornate foyer to the second floor. This house was amazing. She’d never been in one so big and … well … rich-looking. She looked down into the foyer but Mrs. Cornell had already disappeared. She turned to the left and followed the familiar voices to an open door on the left. Across the hall, she could see through an open door an absolutely huge bedroom suite. The bedroom she turned into, by any other comparison, was also huge.

* * * *

“Tamara!” came the raucous welcome from all three of us. It wasn’t just the enthusiastic welcome that surprised her, though. All three of us were naked. Completely naked. Barefoot naked. We approached her with open arms and warm embraces.

“Did I miss the memo?” she laughed.

I laughed with her. “No, this was Mrs. C’s idea actually. Since we were here, she thought we might as well be comfortable. Since it is a sort of a work meeting, we should be dressed as such. And, that would also make it easier to enjoy the pool and … well … whatever else might happen.”

“Mrs. Cornell is okay with all this?” she asked.

“Okay?” I replied. “She loves it.” I then turned to all of them. “By the way, in case ‘whatever else might happen’ does happen, she’s now a full-fledged bi-sexual.” Knowing smiles all around. I turned back to Tamara, “Strip, girl. We don’t want to keep the boss waiting.”

We were already naked and waiting, so our attention was fully on Tamara. She was a beauty. Of course, I happened to think all of us were. An African American with smooth skin the color of mocha, shiny black hair to her shoulders, a trim 5′ 5″, and pert B-cup breasts.

Once she was out of her clothes we stood awkwardly in anticipation. We were all exhibitionists and enjoyed being naked but this was Mr. Cornell’s home. It was nothing new to me but for them, this wasn’t the office setting they’d signed up for but I could see they were also excited. I left through the door and they followed. I led them down the stairs and through an open section where the kitchen was open to the family room and the sliding door out to the patio in back.

“What do you want to drink, ladies?” came Mrs. C’s voice from the kitchen.

I wasn’t surprised but the other three certainly were. Mrs. C stood at the counter just as naked as we were. A fifth good looking naked woman. She offered ice tea or water to keep us hydrated outside and gave me an ice tea to give to Mr. C.

Mr. C was lounging in the sun where a rough circle of lounge chairs was arranged. He had a folio opened on his lap and going through several sheets, still old school when it came to making notes. He rose as we randomly selected seats and placed our drinks on small side tables. He thanked each of the women for coming on a Saturday with a warm embrace, his hands roaming over the backs of each.

He looked at us standing before him with a huge smile spread over his face. “Damn, I’m excited this is something you each want to be a part of.”

I giggled, “I can see you’re excited, sir,” I teased. The others followed my gaze fixed on his crotch, then back up to his face where I was surprised to see a bit of blush. “I am sure one of us would be just as excited to help you with that.” He saw the tease in my effort but also recognized the tension in the air.

“Perhaps Tamara, Joe,” Mrs. C said surprising all of us with her presence. “From what I heard upstairs, she has never been with you.” Now, even through her darker skin, it was Tamara blushing despite her nipples becoming instantly erect.

“There was a reason I wanted us to meet,” Mr. C refocused us, “and I have some news about the firm. Since it is Saturday it will be relaxed. But …” he set his gaze on Tamara, “I would have remembered being with you, Tamara, and I would very much like that. It is, of course, up to you.” Mrs. C was standing next to Mr. C who has his arm around her leg and his hand stroking up the inside of her thighs which were parted just enough. It was very arousing and I noted Tamara squirming a bit on the lounger. “But, as I said, there was a reason for asking you all to come to meet with me.”

Mrs. C seemed to take that as a signal and twisted from his grasp to return to the house. I for one watched her mature, naked body leave us.

“As I was saying, I’ve got updates. I have commitments for the senior positions leading the focus for our segments.” We all were very focused now. These were the people we’d be working under, figuratively and literally many times. “I hope you’ll be pleased to know that Stan Peterson will lead Supply Chain, Bob Sullivan will lead Operations, and …” he looked around at us, “Pam Benson will lead Resourcing.”

They were all from the office and were participants when the fifth floor was active before. This was good news because we were familiar with them and knew them as respectful and caring. But, Ms. Benson was interesting, I thought. Last time, in her position, she had preferential treatment under the dress code.

“Sir,” I interjected, “that is pleasing news. They are people we know and can trust.” The other women were nodding in agreement. “Out of curiosity, though, is Ms. Benson …”

He smiled, perhaps anticipating the question and stopping me before I fully verbalized it. “Yes, we discussed that. She agrees that the office culture of our firm is much different than the corporate culture of Alliance. I think she was excited to be bound by the same policies which will include ALL females.” We all smiled. There would be no status differentiation this time.

“Then, it had always been my concern that the functioning of the office wasn’t going to work if I didn’t have you four. I was pleased that those three seniors agreed. You should be pleased by what I heard in response. All of you are regarded with the highest respect professionally and,” he smiled wickedly, “and personally if you get my drift.” We all giggled. We got his drift very well. The entire office was a part of what happened but the senior members were always more discrete about it in their offices and somehow it was different with them. “They didn’t really have preferences, which I took additionally as how much respect they have for all three of you.” He said it while looking at Sara, Marie, and Tamara. It was assumed I would continue with Mr. C. “However, that said, Pam leaned to you, Marie.” He smiled, “I think she thinks you to be the most bi-sexual after Abby.”

I could tell that Marie was pleased. “I would like very much to work under Ms. Benson, sir.” The inclusion of ‘under’ drew teasing and laughter from us, including Mr. C who assure her there would probably be plenty of that knowing Pam Benson.

I moved over between Sara and Tamara. I spoke quietly to them to point out that Mr. Peterson had a liking for Anal. Sara and Tamara shared a few comments. Though Tamara wasn’t against Anal, Sara was agreeable to it more frequently.

So, it was settled. The Vice Presidents and Executive Assistants were aligned. He was very pleased with how plans were coming together. He said he also located office space and he wanted our input on ideas for that but it would wait until after a break. It was Saturday, after all.

Almost as if on cue, Mrs. C arrived with a tray of wines and a bottle of beer. “Pool time, girls,” she announced. But, after putting the tray down on one of the small tables, she leaned over Tamara’s shoulder and whispered into her ear. She glanced at Mr. C and blushed.

* * * *

When we got up to go to the pool with Mrs. C, Tamara stayed where she was. Mr. C swung his legs to the side of the lounger to face her directly. Even under her darker skin, her blush was evident. Her erect nipples on her pert breasts were very evident. He reached out with a hand on her bare knee while his eyes unflinchingly roamed over her exposed body before fixing on her face.

“Sir,” she nervously began, “I … I …” Mr. C moved to her side on the end of her lounger which caused her to drop one leg off the side which opened her thighs and exposed her Pussy. It wasn’t lost on Mr. C who looked down at her shaved Pussy, detecting the wetness there in the sunlight. His hand moved up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her Pussy. It had to be up to her. “I … ever since the office … the change … I mean … I felt cheated, sir.” She looked up at him and her hand rested on his thigh. He was wearing an open shirt and swimsuit. Her hand was on his bare skin and inched higher. He allowed his fingers to move incredibly close to her Pussy.

“Cheated … in what way, Tamara?”

“It wasn’t lost on me, sir. On anyone, really. Mostly it was those three or Ms. Benson leaving your office, sir. They always seemed to have a glow about them; a silly smile on their faces.” His fingers moved to the top of her thigh at her pelvis and moved just above her Pussy. Her other leg opened as if by itself. It was taking all his effort not to slide a finger directly into her wet hole. He looked down as her hand moved under the leg of his shorts. “Sir … will you fuck me?”

“No.” His answer shocked her. “But,” he quickly added, “you can fuck me.” Her face that showed deep disappointment a moment before now relaxed and a lusty smile formed. He moved back to his lounge chair and she followed. As she worked the tie of his shorts, he stripped off his shirt. He lifted his hips for her to pull his shorts down his legs. She gasped and stared. “That’s why you will fuck me, Tamara. You be on top and do what’s comfortable.”

“Oh my god, sir, it’s true.” Somehow there were rumors but few women in the office had actually been fucked by him and he was pretty sure that small group didn’t gossip. “A BWC,” she mumbled.

Her hand had slid up his bare thigh to grasp his cock at the base. She bent down and kissed up the length of the hardening cock. “What was that, Tamara?”

She got embarrassed and looked up along his body after kissing the bulbous head. “Sorry, Mr. Cornell, a silly joke. BWC … big white cock. You know …”

He chuckled. Then, “How about we find out how this white cock feels inside you?”

She smiled which belied the nerves she was really feeling. After another kiss on the head, she crawled over his torso until her Pussy was sliding over his long cock. She bent towards him tentatively and he took her head in his hands and pulled her in for a first kiss, then another, and the third become a torridly passionate kiss which had her stroking her wet Pussy lips over his cock. Without breaking the kiss he reached down to raise his cock and between them, the head finally sank just past her Pussy lips. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as he raised his hips slightly more to increase the penetration. She moaned louder, broke the kiss, and raised herself over him.

He reached up and took both her pert breasts in his hands. She looked down at him with lust and arousal, the level of which she had never felt before. His cock was only a few inches inside her and she felt so stretched. She bent forward to look between her thighs. It looked like it was all outside her despite her feeling the head filling her inside.

“Ohhhhhh … ggggoddddddd …” she exclaimed. “I’ve … never …” She looked down at him, her breathing ragged.

“You’re in control, Tamara. You decide, okay?”

His voice was gentle, reassuring, and caring. She relaxed with his words. They made her feel completely safe and cared for. There was no rush. There was only the pleasure. And each movement, no matter how small, sent waves of pleasure and arousal through her. She sat up straight with closed eyes. There was nothing else but the massive cock inside her hungry Pussy and his hands on her breasts. She pushed down slightly and inches more sank inside. She raised up and sank back down, over and over, slowly but deliberately. More inches penetrated and it happened. She climaxed, her body shaking and breath caught in her throat. She collapsed onto his chest and his arms encircled her protectively as she shivered and quaked while cries and moans and gasps and panting breaths came from her mouth.

As she slowly recovered, she sighed, “Wow … but you didn’t cum, sir.”

“We’re not done, yet, Tamara.”

She raised herself back up and looked underneath. She sighed, again. “I thought you were all the way in.”

“Take your time, dear.” Tamara looked at the voice. Mrs. Cornell. “It might take a few times. Be patient. And take your time. We’re going inside to fix some snacks and drinks.”

Tamara shook her head as she looked down at Mr. C. “I am sitting on your cock and your Wife is giving me encouragement.”

He merely smiled. Then he raised his hips slightly to penetrate her a bit further. She never felt so full of cock as it continued further and further into her, impossibly far. When it bumped into her cervix, she shuddered and gasped anew. Her body responded by rising and falling. Her Pussy was drenched with her orgasmic juices while his fingers squeezed on her nipples and pressed on her clit. As his cock jammed against her cervix and went deeper inside, she lost track of everything but him, his cock, and her quaking Pussy.

Another Orgasm was rising within her but she desperately wanted him to climax, too. Her movements became faster and more urgent, slamming down over his cock. When she felt her butt smack his hips, she almost climaxed as the realization of having all of his cock inside hit her. She felt his cock jerk strongly, somehow swell even more, and she smiled. At least she thought she smiled but her face was also controlled by the lust and insane stimulation she was experiencing. She couldn’t stop it. The stimulation was too much. Her Orgasm crashed over her and, as her Pussy spasmed around the cock, she felt it begin spurting cum into her.

* * * *

We returned to the patio with Mrs. C, each of us carrying drinks or snacks, just in time to see the amazing climax they shared. Mr. C had his hands on her hips as she pushed down over his cock and he thrust up into her. They were both quite vocal in that final climactic moment.

After several moments to catch his breath, Mr. C held the petite Tamara and carried her to the pool to cool off and recover. In the meantime, we spread out the floor plan of the office space he had found. We quickly saw it would be perfect with considerable modification. We used a pencil to sketch out our ideas for the space and jot notes in the margins.

When Mr. C and Tamara returned (she walking and a bit embarrassed), we all found ourselves stopping to watch. We weren’t watching the embarrassed Tamara but the swinging cock on Mr. C. Even softened by time and the water, its size was enough to catch our appreciative attention.

The office space was another item on his list for us to discuss and we cut to the chase, presenting our thoughts as drinks and snacks were consumed. Mrs. C sat to the side with a smile on her face as she watched her husband and naked soon-to-be-employees energetically discuss ideas. The space was nearly a square on the top (6th floor) of an office building in an office park on the outskirts of the city. It would be convenient to get to and plenty of surrounding parking. The space would be one end of the rectangular building.

“Okay, give it to me, again,” he said after hearing our ideas once.

We had pulled lounge chairs together around two small tables pushed together with the large plan spread across them. Mr. C sat in front of the plan with Sara and me on either side of him and Tamara and Marie across from us. Mrs. C’s smile from the side was in watching five naked people earnestly studying the plan. But she was naked, too.

We went through it, again. This time slower and one at a time. He studied the sketched lines. The main door into the space would open into the bullpen of cubicles for Project Managers. The two walls on either side would be offices for the Partners. We would have cubicles outside their offices. On the back wall would be two conference rooms for project gatherings and general meetings and a break/lunch room separating the two conference rooms.

He pointed to a square marked at the main entrance. “What is this?” he asked. Sara explained we would need some way to receive deliveries of packages and supplies. Even if we don’t expect visitors, an office of naked women makes it difficult to even open the door. She said we can have the inside door locked and a sign to leave the package and press a buzzer on the wall. One of the guys, who are dressed, can retrieve the packages.

That led to a discussion of the enclosed rectangular spaces on either side of the front. Lockers and showers, Marie explained. Rather than a large Shower area like last time, the space would be better for a wall of showers. We envisioned glass walls and doors. Mr. C smiled and I knew he was mentally seeing women showering in full view of the office. One side would be showers and sinks and mirrors while on the other side were lockers.