'Everyone seems a bit stiff so far.'
Anna giggled.
'Oh, they'll loosen up once they've had a few drinks,' she said. 'And the looser a man gets, the stiffer his prick is liable to become.'
Jayne blushed.
'I balled four guys last year… and that was before I got too drunk to remember. I think half a dozen others gang banged me, but I'm not sure.'
'It doesn't seem to bother you.'
'Of course not. A woman is entitled to get gang banged whenever she wants. That's a tenet of liberation.'
'Oh,' said Jayne.
Jayne considered herself a woman in the natural sense and, therefore, was not much interested in women's liberation, but she could see that there were certain advantages in the movement if you approached it the way that Anna did.
'But you aren't married, are you?' she said.
'Naw, nor likely to be. I play the field.'
'But I am.'
'So?'
'Well, a happily married woman can't very well go around getting gang banged.'
'I don't see why not.'
'Well, gee…'
'As long as your husband doesn't find out.'
'I just wouldn't feel right about it.'
'To each her own. You're faithful to your husband, huh? Is he faithful, too?'
'Oh, yes.'
'Sounds boring.'
Jayne smiled and shrugged.
'Aren't you going to screw a single man tonight?' Anna asked, looking distressed at the thought.
'Of course not!'
'Everyone will think you're a prude. And you won't get a raise, either. I got three raises last year, just for doing what I like to do, anyhow. The secret is to get your boss real horny by playing with his dick or showing him your pussy or something like that, and then you tell him you won't let him fuck you because, being so underpaid, you don't feel entitled to fuck a rich executive, it works every time, as long as you get him hot enough to begin with.'
'Why, that's terrible!' Jayne exclaimed, but she was laughing as she said it.
'It works.'
'It's almost like being a whore!'
'Yeah, I thought about that. But that's okay. I wouldn't mind being a whore, as far as that goes. If I wasn't an overpaid secretary, I'd probably be a high-priced whore. There isn't much difference.'
'Are you really overpaid?'
'Well, considering that I can't type and can't take dictation or shorthand and never manage to get anything filed in the right place, I guess I'm very much overpaid for a secretary – but since I spread my legs for all the executives whenever they want a bit, I'm really underpaid – unless you take into consideration the fact that I love to fuck every bit as much as they do, or more. It all depends on how you look at it.'
'You're incredible – you really are!' Anna smiled.
'Liberated,' she said.
A young man that neither of them knew wandered over, drink in hand. He was good looking and casually dressed. Smiling, he stared at the girl's tits, his eyes moving back and forth as if unable to decide where to settle. Jayne's tits were larger, but both sets were firm and shapely and thrusting and capped by those stiff nipples.
'Hi, girls,' he said. 'I'm Andy.'
'I'm Anna. This is Jayne.'
'I was wondering if one of you sexy girls would like to stop by my office for a little while?'
Anna looked boldly at his crotch.
'What did you have in mind?' she asked.
'Errr… fucking, actually.'
Jayne was blushing, but Anna grinned.
'You have your own office, huh?'
'Certainly.'
'Gee, I'd like to go with you. But I'm only a lowly secretary… I wouldn't feel right about letting an executive screw me. Of course, if you were to have me transferred to your office, with a raise in pay…'
He thought about that.
He said, 'I guess I could make you my office manager,' he said. 'You'd be my second in command… and you'd probably get a salary equal to mine.'
'Golly! That's an offer I can't refuse.'
He grinned. The front of his trousers had started to bulge and the bulge was throbbing.
'Shall we retire to the office, then?' Anna took his arm. Jayne was gaping, open mouthed and shocked.
Anna winked at her.
'A girl has to get ahead,' she said.
'And give some head, too,' Andy said.
'You're the boss,' said Anna.
They walked off together, Anna's supple pelvis swaying more than walking demanded, her lithe hip brushing against his flank with every stride.
Jayne watched them leave the room. What an amazing girl! she thought. She's going to blow him and get a better position out of it! And that bulge in his pants had looked mighty tasty, too.
But Jayne would never do a thing like that…
As it turned out, Anna got a surprise. They went down the corridor a short distance and stopped beside the broom closet. Andy turned her to him, took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She could feel his hard-on grinding against her belly. Her lips parted eagerly and he slipped his hot tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own nimble tongue. Her lips sucked on it. When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, entering his mouth. They swapped tongues back and forth until they were both starting to pant. His cock was bucking like a bronco and her pussy had started to melt and flow. Cunt juice trickled down the insides of her soft thighs and pooled up in her parted slot.
Finally, she drew back. 'Oh, let's go to your office!'
'We're already there.'
'What?'
He nodded toward the broom closet.
'I don't get it,' she said.
'I'm the janitor.'
'The janitor!'
'Yeah. Janitors like to go to parties, too,' said. 'A janitor likes to fuck just as much as an executive.'
'Oh, for crissake!'
Anna was tempted to slap his face and storm off.
But his cock did feel awfully big and hard and hot… and since she was already there with him…
Then he said just the right thing.
He said, 'Of course, if you're too stuck up to screw a blue-collar worker.'
'I am not!'
'If you're frigid…'
'Frigid! Why you lowly lout! Get in that broom closet. I'll show you who's frigid!'
Andy smiled.
