by Angela Blake
“Well, if you say so,” he told me as he finished his coffee. He then looked his coffee and whipped out his phone from his breast pocket. It was the first time I realized he even had such a nice phone.
“Hey,” I said with squinted eyes focused solely on his phone. “How did you get my number? Did I give it to you last night?”
He simply nodded back. He was a little too busy replying to whoever texted him. I just waited patiently and ate my lunch.
“Victor’s going to be here in a minute,” he told me without ever looking up from his phone.
I swallowed the last bit of my donut and pondered about that real quick and asked, “You guys gay or something?”
Dick chuckled and shook his head, “We were best friends growing up. He pretty much met every girl I ever went out with and I knew all his girls too. We joined the Army together and we went to college together.”
“The Army?” Even I had to admit that was pretty impressive.
He nodded and gave me a wicked grin. “That was a few years back. I’m thirty-six now.”
“I’m twenty-four,” I guessed I had to let him know since he was honest enough to tell me his age.
Both our heads turned when the front entrance doors swung open and in walked a man about as tall as Dick – a few inches over six feet high – and also had a lean, muscular build. He had dirty blonde hair, a sexy moustache, and bright green eyes. He also wore semi-formal attire and had in hand a folder with some papers. Judging from his appearance I could only assume this was Victor.
“We’re here,” Dick called out, confirming my assumptions. Victor immediately recognized Richard and headed our way. He slid right beside me.
“My, my,” he said as he gave me a look. His voice was so deep, so mellow and suave I felt so aroused just from those words alone. “Aren’t you a pretty little flower? If the word is true then my business partner here’s ready to hire you and lassie, that’s a fine idea if I ever thought of one.”
He is suave as suave comes. I loved that. I could listen to his voice all day.
Dick nodded in agreement. “You bet your ass we’re going to hire her,” he said as he looked at me with a smile. “Got all the papers?”
“Oh yeah,” Victor replied and he opened the folder of papers on the table. “You can go through all these whenever you like. This is basically your contract.”
I looked over the sheets. Most of it looked incomprehensible to me but then I got to the third page and saw how much they were going to pay me. “Did I read this right? You guys are going to pay me $28.66 per hour? That’s how much in a year?”
“About $66,000 or $5,500 a month,” Victor answered. “If you go through the other papers you’ll see there are other benefits too.”
While I was tempted to just grab a pen and sign my life away I did want to double check on everything. I made a mistake when I was younger and signed a contract a few years ago. I ended up doing nude modeling even when I didn’t want to because I was contractually obliged to do so.
There was a lot of technical details, especially when it came to my job description and responsibilities.
“It seems like you guys are turning me into your personal bitch,” I commented as I read through the papers. “I got to deal with your schedules, represent you when communicating with others, organizing your daily activities, taking calls for you and more.”
Victor smiled, “I like it when you say it that way. We could use a personal bitch.”
Fuck, these guys are so goddamn naughty. I squirmed a bit in my seat and realized I was getting a little warm between the legs. Even my nipples were getting stiff and the knot in my gut was getting heavier. I was getting aroused and here were two men ready for the taking.
“How ‘bout you sign these and we’ll take you to the office so you can see what your future life will be like?” Dick proposed. “You haven’t been downtown yet; it’s a beautiful and pretty big city. You’ll love the office we have. You get a nice view of the lake and the downtown park.”
I was starting to feel a little nervous about this. “I’ve never done a job like this. A-all I’ve ever done was modeling gigs.”
Victor put a heavy hand on my leg and squeezed. “You got this, I can promise you that. Here, let’s give it a try.”
“Good morning, is this Victor and Richard’s office?” Dick asked me as he tried his best to mimic a girl’s voice.
I went along with the game. “Y-yes ma’am, how can I help you?”
Victor squeezed my leg again. His hand was a little higher this time. “See? It’s easy as pie.”
“She’s a cherry pie,” Dick added as he looked at me and winked.
“You guys are just fucking with me,” I exclaimed.
Dick shook his head, “No, no, we mean it. You can handle this. Now come on, sign the paper and let’s get going to the office. I want to take you to the top section. It’s where we’ll be working.”
I almost forgot that these two perverts owned the damn company. At first, I thought it was just a small, nonsense type of business like an auto-shop by the outskirts of town but the way they dressed, the cars they drove and the way they described their workplace made it seem like they ran a giant corporation.
What the fuck is there to lose, right? I already got away from Matt so maybe this was the solution to starting a brand new life. Maybe I didn’t have to do any sleazy modeling jobs anymore.
“Let’s do it,” I said and I took Victor’s pen and signed by the dotted line.
Chapter Three
Dick let me ride in his car again and Victor followed us in his Camaro. They first took me back to the bar so I could get into my own vehicle. We didn’t waste much time though and all three of us drove over to the downtown area of the city.
As we went through the main highways I quickly realized this wasn’t the small city I thought it would be. It wasn’t anywhere like New York City but it was still a vast metropolis with a lot of winding roads and tall buildings. Maybe I’d fit in just fine.
Twenty more minutes passed and we drove into the center of the city, where all the big buildings were located. I felt a little queasy about pushing through – by now I figured that they did have a nice office building and not the old garage-type I initially imagined. If I were to be their secretary it would mean going in and interacting with hundreds if not dozens of professionals who finished college. What would they think of me? I’m a college dropout who did nude modeling.
“Too late now,” I reminded myself when we drove into the basement parking of a tall skyscraper. “I signed that contract so fuck it.”
After about five more minutes we finally parked, all the way in the third basement level and in the area marked VIP-only. I got out of my car and walked up to the two boys who were already out and waiting for me.
“Can I assume that your office is up on the highest floors?” I asked as we began to head out of the parking basement and towards the main elevators.
Victor seemed amused at my presumption. “Well, we use the highest office floor but there are a few floors above that for the electrical maintenance and others.”
We stepped into the elevator and I marveled at how luxurious it was. This was just the elevator and it already looked more elegant than my whole house back in New York. I observed as Dick pressed the button for the 92nd floor.
It was a long way up. As we ascended Victor kept on looking down at me but it was Dick who reached up and grabbed me by the waist. He just pulled and hugged me in.
“Oh,” I exclaimed out of surprise but I didn’t really try to shove him off. I felt oddly comfortable in the way he just grabbed me and kept me close to him. It felt comforting and I just put up a big smile on my face.
“She likes it,” Victor noticed. “You have no man that treats you like this?”
“No,” Dick answered for me. “She ditched him. He beat her.”
Victor looked at me with a big frown and surprise,
“Why on Earth would any man beat up such a beautiful creature like you? Unless, of course, if you are into that kind of rough play.”
I just laughed and shook my head, “Slapping my ass and giving me a wild night is different from treating me like a punching bag. No one is happy with the latter.”
“That’s true,” Dick stated. He looked up and saw we were still on the 58th floor. “Just to remind you, though, you were quite wild last night and that’s just with your mouth and tongue, little lady.”
Fuck. My cheeks flushed bright red and I tried to look down to hide my shame.
“No sex?” Victor continued to pry. “Dick, I must commend you for holding back. If it were I who spent the hour with Selena I might not have been able to control myself. A mere blowjob would not be enough to restrain this beast.” He then grabbed his junk.
I laughed. I looked at Victor and said, “You boys have some pretty big toys.”
I couldn’t believe I just said that. I felt a little nervous and wondered if they would take this little sensual word-play to the next level.
“Do you prefer big toys?” Dick asked me as he hugged me tighter.
My eyes glanced upward. We were about to reach our intended floor. When the doors opened I stepped away from them both, turned around and teased them with a wink and said, “Big toys are useless if the player ain’t that talented.”
I walked ahead and listened to them giggle like little kids in the playground.
The highest floor was more like a mansion than an office. There was a large reception room with exquisite white sofas, a fur carpet, a large TV and home theater system and what appeared to be some kind of tribal decorations. Further off from that point was a private kitchen. Beside the kitchen was a long hallway that I noticed lead to three different rooms.
“The center room is a conference room, the one to the left is Dick’s and the one to the right is mine,” Victor explained for me. He took off his shoes and slumped to one of the sofas, tossing one of the throw pillows to the side so he could stretch.
Dick removed his shoes, walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“Your office will be in mine,” Dick told me. He pulled out a can of beer and took a sip before he too sat down on one of the sofas. He grabbed the remote control, switched the TV on.
“Stupid educational stuff,” he commented when he saw what was on. He then turned to Victor, “Got that flash drive?”
Victor nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small USB flash drive and handed it to Dick.
With both men taking a break I decided to relax a little bit as well. I sat down beside Dick and grabbed his bottle. “Give me a little.”
He handed it freely and got up to plug the flash drive into the TV. Once he did he took his position beside me and used the remote to flip through the flash drive’s content. He settled for a video file labeled “Dancing with Two Daddies.”
“That’s an odd title,” I stated.
Victor and Dick both laughed but neither cared enough to tell me why.
When the video played I finally learned why. It was a porn video… with them involved.
“Holy f-fuck,” I whispered, more to myself than to them.
They were both naked and in a really fancy hotel room. I realized that my early suspicions were very accurate – they both had gigantic, almost monstrous cocks. The sheer girth of their toys could break me if they ever took the opportunity to plow those things between my legs.
The sight got me a little wet. I didn’t even notice it until a few moments later but I was sweating and holding my breath.
Both men were just stroking their cocks, getting them even harder and bigger. Victor’s, in particular, looked like it was as thick as my wrist.
As they stood there the door opened and in walked a girl. She was about my height – five-feet-two or so – and had gorgeous jet black hair that reached down to her hips. She was quite petite and firm, with small but perky tits and a bouncy little ass. In many ways, she reminded me of myself. Maybe that was why they were so excited to hire me. I looked like their little slut.
We all kept silent as we continued to watch. Within minutes they had the girl down on the bed. Dick was down, flicking his tongue into her neatly shaved pussy, while Victor was getting busy playing with her nipples and letting her get a taste of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered.
“Oh fuck indeed,” Dick echoed when he scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. He was so close to me now I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “That girl was so delicious I could still taste her pussy even now.”
“W-what happened to her?” I asked. Would this happen to me too?
Victor reached down into his pants and I watched him grab a hold of his already stiff and excited cock. “She got too addicted she decided to quit her job here and work as a porn star. You probably know her. She goes by the name Alena Grace now.”
My jaw dropped. That’s Alena Grace? I never saw any of her videos until now but she was pretty popular, even to people who didn’t watch porn that much.
“Wait, isn’t she like really young?”
Dick shook his head, “She looks young but she’s actually twenty-five.”
“Really?” I found it hard to believe and I looked at the TV again. I then remembered that I wasn’t just watching any normal pornographic video; this was their video.
“You guys really fucked her,” I said softly. I was enraptured by what I saw. Involuntarily my hand reached up and I began to trace my lips with my index finger. My breathing was getting raspy, a little short and I couldn’t really tell if I was getting aroused, excited or both.
Dick suddenly reached up with one hand and he gave my breasts a squeeze.
“Ooh,” I moaned out softly but never took my eyes off the TV.
“Of course we fucked her,” he told me. “However, that’s nothing compared to how we’re going to fuck you.”
I laughed, hoping it would keep the tension down just a little bit. “Who said you guys were going to fuck me?”
Victor unzipped his pants and for the first time, I got to see his monstrous cock in person. It was cut, throbbing in excitement and I could even see a little pre-cum already drooling out.
“Your own excitement,” Victor told me as he saw me staring at his cock. “Your excitement and that contract you signed.”
I blinked twice and looked at him with a blank expression. “What?”
“You didn’t read everything, did you?” Dick asked as he began to massage my breasts slowly. I could only moan and relish in the pleasure. “There’s a blurb there that states your services also include ‘private requests of the employers’ and that means you have to do anything we ask you to.”
“Naughty,” was all I could comment regarding that. “Y-you definitely got me there. I-I’m not going to – aah, fuck this feels so fucking good – argue about that. I did sign the fucking paper.”
Victor stood and let his pants drop to the floor. He began to stroke his cock more vigorously and I stared at it like it was the last good meal on Earth. “Good girl, you know when you’re obligated to do your job.”
I reached down and decided to bid farewell to all courtesies and dignity. I pulled my mini-skirt up and slid my panties off, showcasing my pussy to the men. As Victor masturbated and Dick played with my tits and kissed my neck I began to slowly slide my finger through the lips of my womanhood, letting it get even more wet and excited.
We were no longer paying attention to the video and all I could hear was Alena Grace moaning out in pleasure and screaming “Fuck me” over and over again.
“I’m not just obligated,” I answered as I was beginning to burn with passion and arousal. “I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter Four
I got up from my seat and sat back down but this time on Dick’s lap, facing him. He quickly fumbled down with his slacks and undid his zipper. Within m
oments he had his cock out and I grabbed it like a giddy little girl.
“You called that video ‘Dancing with Two Daddies,’ huh?” I asked him as I began to rub his meat with my soft, little hands. “Let me show you how a girl really dances.”
That was an invitation I knew neither men could turn down.
“Come here,” Dick commanded and he hugged me in closer, rubbing his cock up against my exposed pussy but he didn’t thrust it past my folds just yet. He took his time and as I mingled in together with his body I felt him warm me up by kissing me from my neck down to my breasts.
From behind Victor removed my shirt and when I turned to the side, merely to moan and catch my breath, he was there and took the chance to thrust his angry cock deep down into my mouth.
“Aah!” I cried when he took me by surprise. Victor grabbed my head with both his hands and slammed my head in, forcing his cock even deeper into me. As he did I recalled the image of how Victor and Dick pummeled their cocks into Alena Grace and how she loved every second of it.
“Good girl,” Victor commended me as he felt my tongue do its work, lavishly flicking and licking his shaft as I slobbered all over his meet. He didn’t seem to mind me as I drooled over his flesh and he merely continued to face-fuck me as if my lips were but another pussy.
Oh fuck… this felt too good. Dick just kept on going, his lips roaming as he continued to kiss me from my tits up to my neck and to my ear. He began to suckle down on my neck when he suddenly reached down and guided his cock and pointed it up towards my pussy.
“We’re really going to fuck you,” he whispered into my ear. “We’re going to fuck you and make you beg for more.”
I wanted to reply, I wanted to say something kinky and just as witty but all I could do was moan as Victor plowed his meat even more to my throat.
And then Dick penetrated through my flesh.
“Aah!” I cried out in shock when I felt him pierce through my womanhood like a spear skewering its victim. Yet as he continued to thrust in, going deeper with each push, I could only feel my body squirming to give him room. I wanted him to fuck me even more.
