The Corporate World
I'm currently working as an escort. It's a euphemism that's almost a compliment when compared to the other names given to my profession. Over the thousands of years that us girls have provided services to needy gentlemen, we've been known as call girls, streetwalkers, hookers, prostitutes, whores, working girls, and so many other mostly derogatory words.
Let me focus on the term "working girls" because that's how I got where I am today.
I left college looking for a marketing job. Job openings were scarce, but I got lucky and landed a position as assistant buyer at a large department store. I worked out of their corporate offices with three other assistant buyers in Cincinnati, Ohio. The job required lots of travel and sometimes I traveled with Mr. Jacob Milner, the head buyer. We all called him Jake although we really wanted to call him Jerk. He thought he was God's gift to women. So it was no surprise that all of us working for him were women.
Okay, Jake was nice looking, in his forties, and married with two kids. However, he liked to take advantage of his position with the girls working under him, and in some cases, literally under him.
At first it was a friendly pat on the back, then on the ass. It was a well rehearsed routine as he progressed to a hug, a kiss, then what is now called inappropriate touching. On business trips, he expected and usually got more.
Now understand, I was no prude when I joined the corporate world. I liked sex and had several affairs, some with married men before and during college, but this was different. As Jake put it, this was about career advancement. I also knew it as sexual harassment. Being ambitious, I went along with it.
The first time, he just wanted a blowjob to settle his nerves after an argument he had with his wife. He said they were on the verge of a divorce. Anyway, if I wanted to move up the ladder as he put it, I would help him out.
So on this memorable day after closing hours, he took me into his office for a job review. He had a few papers on his desk that he shuffled pretending to talk to me about my performance saying, "You've done well, Miss Jackson, and I believe you have the potential to be head buyer some day." Then he asked me about my social life telling me that being sociable and approachable were important aspects of managing people.
I nodded my understanding. At that, he motioned me to come behind the desk. It wasn't really a surprise to see he was unzipped with his erect cock sticking up as straight as a flagpole. He wasn't big, he wasn't small, just a normal looking dick as hard as nails waiting for my attention.
Jake didn't have to say more. I wanted to move up the ladder you see. He put his hands on my shoulders lowering me down to his dick. I was a willing subordinate in this area along with an interest in a promotion giving me the incentive to learn about being sociable and approachable. At the least, I viewed it as a compassionate service to a boss who claimed to having marital problems.
So I gave him a first class blowjob, licking from the base of his staff to the knob at the tip, then down again. He groaned when my lips teased the head of his dick before taking it in all the way down my throat.
As he unloaded what appeared to be a week's worth of cum into my mouth, he kept saying, "Swallow it, swallow it. Swallow all of it, babe." I opened my mouth like in a porn video and showed him his cum that flooded my tongue, then gulped it down.
"My god, honey, you're good, very good."
I wasn't called into his office again for a month, until my next job review. This time he wasn't looking just for a blowjob. He asked me to show him my tits. Well, I might seem like a naive girl looking for approval but the truth is, my background wasn't exactly that of a innocent little girl. I had sex with men much older than me while growing up. Fucking strangers has always turned me on, but that's part of this story I'll leave until later.
I opened my blouse and pulled down my bra. Without boasting too much, I'm proud of my boobs. The boys and men I've been with have always worshiped my breasts. They are firm and large, ripe for eager males to touch and suck.
Jake walked behind my chair and fondled both breasts pinching my nipples until he heard me sigh and groan. That's when he bent me over his desk, pulled down my panties, and pushed in from behind.
"My god, you're wet, just like I hoped," he said fucking me with rapid strokes. He was right. My nipples have always been the gateway to my intense libido.
Just as Jake was finishing with jets of hot cum deep inside my cunt, there was a knock on the door. He wasn't even finished squirting when he hurriedly stuffed his overripe cock in his pants. I quickly pulled down my dress, and did what I could to look professional.
It was only the custodian asking if he could clean the office. Jake turned to me and said, "That will be all, Miss Jackson," and told the custodian to come back in a few minutes.
When an opening came up for head buyer in New York, I didn't get the job, and decided to leave the company. Jake gave me a good recommendation, so it wasn't long before I began working for a company, in of all places, Arkansas.
The new job meant a lot of traveling again and frequently it was with colleagues. The men were not shy about taking advantage of a young woman on business trips. I was expected, in addition to being a buyer, to be a hostess representing the company at social events and a mistress to the boss in the evenings. I was very good at both.
At first, the men were colleagues away from home wanting to live out their erotic fantasies. I worked with most of them where the repartee was sexual in nature. The opportunities to get together on business trips was like a retreat to consummate our mutual desires that had heated up in the office.
Bert Summers and I had always joked that he wanted me as his sex slave. I thought it was funny until we were together for after work drinks. Bert said he had a surprise for me at his house just outside of Little Rock. I figured he was just wanting to fuck me. I was okay with that. I had gone two weeks without sex, so I was horny and wanted to fuck him too.
When he took me to his bedroom and opened a briefcase, the inside was filled with kinky gadgets and ropes that looked more like torture than your from your local hardware store.
"What's up with this, Bert?" I asked as if I didn't know.
"Shut up bitch. Slaves don't speak until given permission."
At that, he pulled off my dress pushing me onto the bed. I squirmed as if trying to object to being tied to the bed, but really, it was exciting.
He had me naked with my arms and legs tied to the bedposts. With my legs spread eagle, Bert introduced me to a clit pump that looked like a syringe that sucked my clit until it looking like a toy penis. Then Bert attached nipple clamps to both breasts giving me a momentary jolt of pain, then flashes of pleasure all the way down to my pussy. Like I said, my tits are the gateway.
He undressed, squatted over my face and stuffed his cock in my mouth for long enough for me to taste his precum.
I was definitely a little nervous when he fitted a gag harness in my mouth. Bert interpreted my apprehension as lust inviting him to slip his pulsing cock into my juicy cunt.
I wiggled and squirmed trying to get loose, but the more I struggled, the harder Bert banged into me. Just as he ejaculated streams of cum into my wet pussy, I was at the point of passing out, moaning from a huge orgasm that seemed to surface out of nowhere. A moment later and none too soon, he pulled off the restraints and called me the sex slave of his dreams.
Bert was not done. Next he hogtied me with my feet bound and my hands tied behind my back when he fucked me from behind. His endurance this time was legendary. Bert kept pummeling me until he finally came a second time, gasping for air and quitting for fear of having a heart attack. After all, Bert was sixty-three at the time. It was an experience that would be replayed with other men in later years.
Fucking colleagues was one thing, but it didn't end there. One trip changed all of that. My boss at the time, Tim Atwood, was having a difficult time negotiating with Greg who represented a company on a multi-million dollar deal. Tim and I were discussing the problem the morning after our first night together at the Hyatt. He thought I might be more persuasive and asked me to spend some time with Greg.
He didn't explicitly ask me to have sex with the man, but it was inferred. Tim said if the deal goes through, there would be huge bonuses for both of us. I was happy to help.
Tim and I met Greg for dinner. We talked sports, politics and finally business. Greg simply couldn't or wouldn't compromise. Tim left the table after dinner frustrated, telling Greg, "Perhaps Miss Jackson might be more convincing."
That left the two of us with small talk. I suppose it was inevitable that the conversation turned to allegations against well known men regarding sexual harassment. He asked me what I thought of it. I told him it was two way street. Some women like the attention of the rich and famous.
Greg took my diplomatic remark as an opening to begin exchanging intimate thoughts in hushed voices before he took me took to his room. It wasn't anything spectacular except for the fact that he pulled down my panties with my skirt hiked up past my hips. He still had on his shirt and tie with his pants shoved down to his knees when he fucked me like a whore. As soon as he was finished, Greg abruptly asked me to leave.
Tim was unhappy that I hadn't stayed with him to broker a deal. On the bright side, he said, we have one more night here, so I was asked to try again. Greg seemed pleased to meet me for a second night. This time it was only Greg and I for an early dinner, then bed in my room.
To my surprise, Tim walked into the room more than a little drunk after Greg and I had just finished a prolonged fucking session. Tim tore off his clothes and jumped in bed with Greg and me. That was weird, then it got weirder.
Seeing Tim in an agitated state and very anxious to be part of a three-some, Greg turned to Tim and began blowing him. Eventually, Tim took his turn at sucking Greg's cock and the two men growled with lust. Tim was too numb to ejaculate at first and Greg had already had his way with me, so this man on man sixty-nine continued for awhile.
Watching the two men turned me on. I was so horny and wet inside that I needed my own gratification. I positioned myself so they could get a glimpse of me masturbating, so it wasn't long before they got the idea. Their idea was a little different than mine. It was the first time I experienced DP.
We left the business trip with a signed deal to the satisfaction of both parties. My bonus was significant, so Tim used me on future trips to help partner deals. I had become a corporate whore.
It was quite obvious that I had no aversion to having and enjoying sex. An idea finally occurred to me that I could be an independent contractor. That is, I could apply my skills as I had been doing for the company as an escort. The truth is, I always wanted to work for myself. From my corporate experience, it was clear I wouldn't have a problem securing customers.
In the end, I didn't get the promotions the bosses promised. My last boss said it was because I was needed just where I was. Considered junior staff, my salary was low with most of my income from bonuses. I was making more in bonus' from "hosting" clients than from my base pay.
I was indecisive at first about leaving the company and unsure of myself until after an evening with Mr. Jerry Franklin and his wife, Audrey. It was soon after that I made the leap to go independent.
Jerry was the company's CFO and said to me one afternoon, "My wife and I would like to have you for dinner next Tuesday night. Can you make it?"
I checked my schedule and said, "That would be wonderful, Mr. Franklin. Thank you."
Dinner was at eight and cocktails at seven. Dinner was cooked by a private chef and was equal to my expectations. It was haute cuisine and delicious. Jerry went to the bar to fix us after-dinner drinks when Audrey said, "Jerry was embarrassed to bring this up at dinner, so I'm going to be very blunt. He and I have talked about having a three-some. He wanted himself and another guy with me, but I'm uncomfortable with that arrangement. So we compromised and agreed on inviting a woman to join us."
I appeared stunned, just long enough for Mrs. Franklin to think I was shocked. I wasn't.
"Of course, you can refuse and only consider this as a suggestion with no strings at work."
"I understand, Mrs. Franklin. It isn't what I expected when Mr. Franklin said he wanted to have me for dinner." At that point, I was only playing the reluctant but amenable slut.
"Please call me Audrey. I hope you aren't upset by my suggestion."
"What suggestion?" Jerry asked when he returned with the drinks.
"Dear, we were just talking about the after dinner entertainment."
He looked a little sheepish like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he recovered and said, "Yes, Audrey and I think you might be willing to add a new dimension to our sex life."
I smiled then said, "Yes, I think I'd like that."
Dinner was finished. The after dinner drinks had made a nice final chapter to the dining experience. The epilogue began in the bedroom.
Audrey was very well organized. She had it all planned as if it was a movie script. Jerry undressed me, and I was to undress Audrey. Jerry took care of himself. I slurped on Jerry's cock while Audrey watched until she strapped on fat seven inch dong.
With me on all fours and Jerry's cock filling my mouth, Audrey plugged me from behind doing her best impression of a porn star.
When Jerry finally released his load over my face and tits, Audrey decided to be in charge of cleanup. She licked every last puddle of cum off my body and face, then turned on her back spreading her legs inviting me to dine on her shaved pussy. It was only the second time I had been in a situation to pleasure a woman.
When Jerry had rested long enough to get it up and hard for a second round, he had a very unique approach. He took the strap-on that Audrey had used on me and placed it just above his cock. Then he penetrated me from behind in both holes, my ass with silicone, my pussy with human flesh. It was a strange sensation.
After fucking me for what seemed to have no time limit, he pushed me off his wife and finished inside her.
The evening was over. I left at two in the morning under a full moon. I didn't need to be shown out the door.
Apparently my cooperation as a dinner guest was appreciated. When I resigned from the company, I was given a substantial separation package that could only be considered a golden parachute.
At thirty, I became a highly paid, upscale escort. The first few months were spent getting organized. I knew where the business conferences were held. I knew the hotels and how to make contacts. In fact, I had many contacts over the years to help me get started.
Looking back, I was probably destined to do this ever since high school.
Growing Up
How was it that I had become so compliant with my bosses and colleagues? It all began as a teenager. My mom taught me to be accommodating to men.
Mom was a hairdresser earning minimum wage. Before that, she was a hippie in San Francisco. That's how I arrived on this earth. I am a love child. Mom doesn't know my dad and really, she never went into the details of her life by the Bay. Mom only said it was an incredible lifestyle, and she had many lovers.