The Office Siren - Chapter Two
Josie's Notes
In the first chapter, Jenny joined Poulsen Pendergast Masterly & Vonn (PPMV). She quickly discovered the old-boys PR firm in midtown New York was completely stuck in its prehistoric ways. Women were second-class citizens, subject to a brutal dress code and virtually no upward mobility. But Jenny was at a point in her life where she craved - needed - stability and serenity. She thought she might get that at PPMV. But it didn't work out that way.
Jenny became increasingly agitated by the firm's treatment of women. The Harvard graduate realized she had options in the job market and was determined to either influence some reforms in the old firm, or move on. But what could Jenny do? She's a former stripper and VIP girl from Eyes Only - a high-end Manhattan sex club. She quit stripping the day after her final tuition payment to Harvard had cleared. But Eyes's effect on Jenny was lasting. You don't fuck five hundred men and women for money in a two year timespan without it drastically affecting your outlook on life, love, and sex. Without it affecting your soul.
The Jenny that joined PPMV was a cynical, cool woman who thought she knew how the world works and what she needed to do to win. She's not afraid to use her dazzling assets: A face and body that stops traffic in midtown Manhattan, prodigious sexual skills, a brilliant mind with a Harvard education, and a pragmatic perspective on sex as her weapon of choice to use or withhold as she judged necessary to further her goals.
But then, Vivia came along...
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I stretched out prone in the glorious luxury of the uber-plush king bed, my body sweetly exhausted from a long night of riotous love making. The thick downy quilt was twisted into a tangled mess. A half-dozen feather pillows littered the room, witness to the tornado of our writhing limbs as we extracted endless pleasure from each other's hungry bodies throughout the long night. I pulled on one of the slippery satin sheets, draping it over my body like a ghostly shroud, deliciously damp with my untamed lover's luscious femcum.
Vivia had been utterly insatiable last night. A month ago, after one night together, she'd declared she was done with dating. That I was 'The One'.
She was through teaching women how to fuck, she'd said. She needed a lover with experience and the knowhow to make her cum violently and often.
That would be me.
At the ripe old age of twenty-four, I've fucked several hundred men and at least a hundred women.
It put me through Harvard.
I've fucked ugly men, and gorgeous women.
I've fucked well-hung men and bi-curious women.
I've even fucked gay men who wanted to find out "what it was like".
My pussy has changed the lives of men and women alike, from those who'd never had a good fuck in their entire time on this planet, to others who'd fucked nearly as many people as me.
But no-one, not a single one of them, ever came within a Tiger Woods drive of how magnificently my Vivia can fuck.
Sex with Vivia is transcendent. She changed my life. Her pussy is nourishment for my body. Food for my soul.
Of my five hundred or so lovers, not a single one ever made me cum without help from my own fingers. Until Viv.
She made me actually love sex.
There's something else you should know about me.
Vivia is the first person, man or woman, who I ever fucked for free.
I find myself hoping she'll be the last.
I've tried to figure out what makes Vivia tick. What goes on in that incredible sex brain of hers that allows her to let go so freely, to open herself to me so completely. To simply enjoy.
She calls me a work in progress. Oh, I've got technique. My pussy skills are second to none, and I can render Viv into a drooling, babbling slut in no time. It's my sex brain she's been working on.
She's getting me there.
We took a week's vacation together. We didn't leave New York. We didn't even leave the apartment. Some call that a staycation.
We almost didn't leave her bed.
Call it a fuckation.
For that whole week, Vivia was determined to take every little hangup I had about sex and relationships, and fuck it right out of me.
It sort of worked.
My sorceress lover drew fifty, sixty orgasms out of my body and my brain that week, and together we transformed me into her greedy, horny, hangup-free slut.
And she mine.
Now we fuck at the office on coffee breaks. We fuck in public. We fuck in dive bars and outdoor rooftop patios.
When the workday is over, we literally race home to fuck.
That's me. One extreme to the other. I don't do things halfway and I've found someone who looks at life the very same way.
The bathroom door opened and my sorceress lover walked into the room, vigorously drying her waist-length platinum blonde hair with a big fluffy towel. Otherwise, she was naked. I never tire of seeing her that way.
Or any way.
She gifted me with a brilliant smile as she worked her hair, then seeing me staring, she pouted her lips and kissed the air in my direction.
That always makes my pussy dance.
Pussy knows what those lips can do.
"We have some time, V-Girl," I said to her, stretching out suggestively. We'd gone to bed at ten, (late for us on a weeknight) and fucked 'til three. But at six-thirty, I'm horny again.
"What did you have in mind?"
She knew what I was about to say. It's our little game. My signature line with her.
"Whatever you want, I will give it to you. Tell me what you want."
"I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to show you."
A common rejoinder in our sexy little foreplay.
I scooted down a couple of feet towards the foot of the bed to give her room. Laying fully prone, I pushed all the pillows away from my head.
Vivia took her time. She stared at me for several long seconds, tossed the towel onto a nearby chair, and advanced towards the foot of the bed. With a grace of a panther on the hunt, her lithe body crawled onto the end of the bed and advanced on all fours towards its willing prey.
She crawled up my prone form, her eyes never leaving mine. Her long platinum hair caressed my skin as she advanced, drawing goosebumps in its wake. For a brief moment I thought she might pause at my pussy to have a taste, but that was not this morning's game. Her dreamy breasts hung just above me, her nipples brushing my tummy as she slithered up my body. When her breasts reached my own, she dawdled, swirling those hard little nubs around mine, that sexy little move of hers rendering the both of us rock hard and ready.
