Authors note: This is a continuation of "The Christmas party setup". If you haven't read that yet, please go do so or this story may not make much sense.
I'd never spent a night with two women, let alone three. While Denise, our department's senior secretary, had expected and planned on only having sex with me one more time, Evelyn, being the true to her promise to the two of them, kept Denise involved throughout the night. By the time I'd finally unloaded my final shots into Evelyn at about two-thirty in the morning, each of the three of them, Denise, Betsy and Evelyn, had climaxed at least twice and in Betsy's case, four times. Denise was the most reserved of the group, but Betsy was able to coax even her into one of the many girl-on-girl positions that helped make the night such a resounding success for all of us.
When morning came, Evelyn ordered room service, and Betsy, being the most daring of our little group, didn't hesitate to answer the hotel room door completely naked, giving the guy delivering the food a good look at not only her but the other girls as well.
While we ate breakfast, Evelyn played twenty questions with me, coaxing all of my Christmas plans from me, including which days I was doing what and what days my two girls were coming to visit. I was surprised at how comfortable I had become with her, being as high in the company as she was. But after spending a whole night enjoying her body, I suppose I should be comfortable. I answered her questions as I would for any good friend, even though I had no idea what she had in mind, and she didn't seem about to tell me. By seven-thirty, we were all clean, but dressed in the same things we'd worn to the party, riding down the elevator together. The guy at the desk gave me a grin as I walked by with the three of them, Evelyn dropping the door key card off on the way by. Betsy made some comment about being the first time she'd ever had to make the walk of shame, which I didn't understand until she explained it on the drive to my house.
I finally walked into work at nearly nine o'clock, almost an hour and a half later than usual. I got a few looks from some of my people as I walked in and settled into my office.
"Good Morning Michael!" Amanda said as she walked into my office half an hour later. "I see you finally made it in!"
"Yeah, It was a late night." I agreed evasively.
"I don't wonder. I would have thought keeping Betsy occupied all night would have been job enough, but you took on three. Says a lot."
"Took on three?" I asked, trying to play innocent.
"Oh come on. It wasn't a surprise that you went up the elevator with Denice and Betsy, but Miss Jenkins too? I didn't think you had it in you to play with the big girls!" She said with a smile. "Word was that the ladies were each completely naked when they got off the elevator." I groaned and rubbed my face in embarrassment. "Well, well. It was true. I thought he made that part up. I'm impressed."
"Good lord. Who else knows about this?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, a few people." She said with a grin as she moved around my desk. "Now that I have you completely embarrassed, maybe we should talk work?"
"Good idea," I answered.
"You want to pull up that file we were working on yesterday? I made those changes you asked for and I think we ought to take a look at them."
"Yeah, sure," I answered turning to my computer. It didn't take too long for me to get the cad program opened and the file loaded she was talking about. She stepped around the side of the desk so she was standing next to me. She reached down and pulled my right hand to the back of her bare leg below the hem of the gray skirt she had on, and as she bent over to look at my computer screen, pulled my hand up, pulling the hem of the skirt up as my hand slid up her bare thigh.
"Now that I know you like to play." She whispered, pulling my hand up until my fingers, wrapped around the inside of her left thigh, pressed against a surprisingly bare pussy. "I think you should know that I never wear underwear with a dress."
"Amanda. This isn't appropriate." I whispered, wanting to pull my hand from under her skirt, but also, not wanting to at the same time. She held my hand against her lips until I gently started to move my fingers, stroking her pussy slightly, working the side of my pointer finger between her round outer lips and the small bit of protruding inner lip I could feel there.
"That's better." She cooed softly. "You know, from now on, when I come in, I expect you to tease me." She whispered. "Unless you want to do more than tease. I'd take that too."
"Amanda," I whispered, looking past my computer to the door, to make sure no one was coming. "Why would I want to get into that kind of trouble?"
"Let's just say that if you don't, Evelyn might be disappointed."
"Evelyn? Why would she be disappointed?"
She looked back at me and wiggled her butt. "Who do you think has been keeping her informed about you?"
"Informed about me?" I asked, stopping rubbing my finger on her pussy. "Why would she even WANT to be informed about me, and just exactly what have you been informing her of?"
"Well. Sometimes girls talk. She got a bit curious a few months ago and started asking about you. She was more than a little surprised and even somewhat excited when she heard about you and Miss Fensing in the conference room."
"Why would you tell her something like that, even if you did know about it?"
"She can be very persuasive." She whispered back. "Especially when she has me ohhhh so close to climaxing."
"You? And Evelyn?"
"I'll just leave that to your imagination." She grinned. " But, don't you love that little heart tattoo right next to her pussy?" If I needed any proof that Amanda was telling the truth, that seemed to be enough. She did have a very little heart tattooed on her pubic mound, ever so close to her pussy. I'd seen it the night before and briefly wondered who the lucky tattoo artist was since there was no way it was done without her completely exposing herself to him. "It's cute, isn't it? I dared her to get it last year. She had to take off all her clothes and lay there while he tattooed it on her."
"Oh, wow," I answered a little stunned.
"I have one just like it." She whispered. "You can see it any time you want."
