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Part One
I grew up in a strict religious household and I admit I was pretty sheltered. But my dad used to beat me and my mom

pretty awful, with his hands or his belt or, sometimes when he was especially in the rage, with a special stick that he used to

hang on the wall in the kitchen, “the minding stick” he called it. Even in his rage, he was pretty careful never to leave a

visible mark, so we didn’t have to go around with oversized dark glasses or a ton of makeup or anything, and I just had to

skip gym (which I hated anyway) during weeks when the bruising was extra bad.

So, I guess the religion thing never really took with me. I mean, my dad was so religious and so much of an asshole, I kind

of figured that they just went together.

To say I didn’t have much experience with boys would be an understatement. I wasn’t allowed to date (even though I got

more than a few invitations) and I was expected to stay a virgin (I think even a kissing virgin) until my wedding day. Dad

had pretty much already promised me to the son of a friend of his from church. A fat mouth breather who I had less than no

interest in talking to, let alone marrying.

So, you can imagine how upset dad was when he opened the door, after midnight on a school night, to find me kissing Billy

Weston. What can I say? Dad had his plans and I had mine. It wasn’t the first time I’d snuck out and, if I had my way, it

wouldn’t be the last. I liked kissing Billy and I was thinking I would like pretty much anything with Billy.

Of course, I didn’t have my way. Dad pulled Billy and me apart and told Billy that he’d kill him if he ever so much as

walked in front of our house again, then he pulled me, roughly, inside and slammed the door.

He beat me with the minding stick, and called me a filthy whore, until my ass was more blue than pink and then he beat me

on the thighs and left me crying on the floor while mom looked on in silence. After dad went up to bed, mom helped me to

the sofa and brought me some aspirin and an ice pack (for all the good it would do, I needed an ice pack the size of my

whole body). I didn’t hold it against her, her silence. What would be the point of us both being beaten?

“Amy” Mom whispered as she wiped my tears, “You’re 18 now. As soon as you finish school, I want you to leave this

house and never come back. I’ve saved a little money, maybe enough for you to rent an apartment somewhere else.”

But I didn’t want to go. I knew if I left, it would only be a matter of time until he killed her. With two of us to divide the

beatings there was usually time to heal between.

Turned out I didn’t have a choice. The next morning dad kicked me out. “I won’t have a whore living in my house.”

Mom begged him to let me stay at least until I was better from his punishment, but dad refused. Said he’d slept poorly all

night knowing what kind of ungrateful slut daughter he’d raised and he wouldn’t sleep well until I was gone. Then he

finished his breakfast and went off to work.

There was no choice. I’d have to be gone before he got back or last night’s beating would look like a love tap compared

to what I’d get. So, I packed my shit and left. Mom pressed her hard saved money into my hands as I opened the door, a

little over $800. It was sweet, but it was kind of a joke. How far was I going to get on that?

My friend, Melissa, had graduated last year and moved in with her boyfriend, Frank. She told me I could crash on her sofa

until I figured out what to do. I’m lucky. Lots of girls in my situation wouldn’t have anywhere to go.

Melissa didn’t know that dad beat us. Nobody did. It wasn’t something I talked about. Somehow I was ashamed of it.

How fucked up is that? I mean, dad was the one who should be ashamed. But when she saw how I was walking, I guess

she must have figured out that something was up, because she told me I could take a hot bath and just relax as long as I

needed to. She was a good friend.

After she got me settled, showed me how to work the television and gave me her Wi-Fi password, Melissa had to get to

work. So I took that bath and vegged out for the rest of the day.

Frank wasn’t surprised to find me there when he came home. I guess Melissa must have called him at work. He poured us

a couple of drinks and we talked until Melissa got home. I’d never had a drink before, and while I didn’t like the taste of

beer much, I did like the feeling of being simultaneously relaxed and excited. I really hadn’t known Frank that much, but he

was a good guy to take me in like that with no questions asked.

So I stayed with them until I was feeling better. Billy around a few times to check on me, but somehow, I know it’s unfair,

I’d lost interest in him. Seeing him pushed around by my dad like that, just standing by as dad pulled me inside, even if Billy

hadn’t know what would follow, just made me think of him as less of a man.



Like any young couple, Melissa and Frank had a lot of sex. And like any young woman, I found it both embarrassing and

exciting listening to them. It was a lot different than listening to my parents. Melissa and Frank had a lot more moaning and

a lot less slapping and shouting. Frank never called Melissa a whore and Melissa never cried afterwards. Weird, huh?

One evening when Frank was out and Melissa wasn’t working we had a girl’s night in. My bruising was mostly healed and

I was thinking that it was time for me to start looking for a job and then my own place. I didn’t want to impose on Frank

and Melissa any longer than necessary.

Melissa introduced me to my new favorite drink – white wine and we did each other’s hair and watched silly videos and

talked. I told her the story about what happened with dad to get me kicked out.

“Just for a little kissing?!” She was shocked. “Wow! My dad caught me sucking off my boyfriend in the living room when I

was 14 and he just gave me that disappointed look and had my mom talk to me.”

And then I told her how kissing is all I’d ever done and how Billy was the only boy I’d ever kissed. I was oddly

embarrassed about it, although I don’t know why.

So, we drank more and we got drunk. Frank came home, but he just said he was beat and went off to bed.

“You know.” Melissa told me in a conspiratorial whisper, “If you’d like to up your experience level, I’m sure Frank would

be happy to help.”

I was genuinely confused. “Help how?”

She shrugged. “I just mean he thinks you’re hot and if you wanted to fool around with him, I know he’d be into it. He told

me.”

It was my turn to be shocked. “Isn’t he your boyfriend!?”

She shrugged again. “Yeah. And it’s not like we have an open relationship or anything, but you know, every now and then,

everybody likes a little strange. And I like to let him have it, so he doesn’t feel like he’s missing out. He does the same for

me.” Then she leaned in closer, “And he’s really good in bed!” She almost shouts in my ear and doubles over in a fit of

drunken laughter.

Well, I send her off to bed, thinking I was right about my need to get out of there fast! And she proceeds to have loud

moaning sex with Frank and I can’t help imagining them. I’m not ashamed to admit that I touched myself listening to them

(although I would have been ashamed to admit it then).

The next morning, over breakfast, I tell them that I’m ready to start looking for work and I hope to be out of their hair

soon.

“I hope it’s not because of what I said last night.” Melissa says and I blush furiously because Frank is right there!

“NO! NO!” I stammer. “It’s just that I’m feeling better and I know it’s not easy having me here.”

Frank gives me a long look and I blush even harder. “You know you’re welcome to stay as long as you need. We’d never

throw a friend of Melissa’s out.”

And I melt a little, because he’s just so nice. They both are. So, Frank and Melissa head out to work and I put on my best

outfit and hit the streets. It sucks because I haven’t even finished high school, so the only kinds of work I’m qualified for is

pretty low level stuff. I come back to the apartment at the end of the day tired and footsore and dejected.

Frank comes home a little later and we drink a beer and then another. Melissa comes home to find us more than a little

buzzed.

“Great news!” She’s excited. “I talked to my boss and there’s an opening in my office. Just secretarial stuff, kind of like

my job, but it’s a start and the money isn’t too bad. She said you can come for an interview tomorrow if you like!”

I jump up and hug Melissa and Frank says, “This calls for a toast!” And he pours us tiny glasses of something and even

though I’m already more tipsy than I usually get, I toast with them and drink it down in one burning gulp like they do and

then we do it again. Then Frank cooks us dinner and it’s delicious and I’m really happy for the first time in, well maybe in

forever.

After dinner Frank says, “You should get some sleep, it’s a big day tomorrow!”

And I say, “It’s still early. Not even 10.” And I put my arms around his neck and say, “Thanks Frank. You’ve been really

great. Both of you.” And I look at Melissa who gives me the thumbs up, so I kiss Frank.

Well, Frank kisses me back and it makes my toes curl, more than even with Billy, maybe because I’m so grateful, maybe

because I’m thinking that this will lead to more than just kissing, maybe because Melissa is there, watching.

And then Melissa takes us both and guides us to their bedroom and suddenly I’m alone with Frank and I’m scared because

I have no idea what’s going to happen or what I should do.

But Frank knows. He slowly undoes my blouse, kissing my neck as he does and when it’s completely open he pushes it off

my shoulders and it falls with a rustle to the floor. He bends down to kiss my belly and I giggle, then I cover my mouth

feeing silly for giggling and afraid that Melissa will hear us.

Next he undoes my pants and then he stands up and hugs me, his hard erection pressing into my belly through his pants.

Following his lead, I unbutton his shirt and let it fall, I’m kissing his tight stomach and I undo his pants and pull them down,

my hand accidentally on purpose brushing against his erection. He steps out of his pants and lifts me in his arms and carries

me to the bed.

He kneels at the end of the bed and begins to kiss my feet, working his way up my legs until he is almost to my vagina.

Then he pulls off my underwear and he blows gently on me. I give a shiver and a sigh. When he touches me with his finger

I moan and when he leans forward and licks me I forget all about being quiet for Melissa and let out a sound like a ghost!

Frank proceeds to lick and suck and finger me until I cum with a tremendous orgasm! It’s so different than the ones I give

myself, so much better.

Then he sits me up and he stands in front of me. Sometime in the last few minutes he must have removed his own

underwear because I find myself face to face with his erection. I’d never seen one before and I have to admit it fascinated

me. It was bigger than I expected and wetter. It was literally dripping! Who knew!? I reached out and touched the bead

of clear liquid welling out of him.

“Oh!” He moaned. So I touched him again. He moved just a tiny bit closed to me. I could see the texture of his skin.

“What should I do?” I asked.

“Kiss it.” He answered, his voice thick.

So, I did. I kissed it. The thick salty fluid warmed my lips and I darted out my tongue to taste it. Not bad. “Again?” I

asked.

“Oh yeah!” He replied.

So I kissed it again. And then again and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing, so I opened my mouth

and let it in. I took a moment, savoring the taste and feel of the hard hot erection in my mouth and decided I like it.

He began to move, slowly at first then faster and faster. “OH! I’m going to cum!” He almost shouted (I guess he wasn’t

keeping quiet for Melissa either). I didn’t know what to do with that information so I didn’t do anything, just keep up my

swallowing of the fluids that were seeping out of him and the slow movement of my tongue against the underside of his

erection. Suddenly he stopped moving and put his hand to his erection and gave out a loud “Fuuuuuuuuk!” and I felt my

mouth fill with a thicker saltier liquid. Almost like a paste. He held himself in my mouth for a few moments and then pulled

out, letting a trail of the thick paste escape my mouth and fall on my chin. Once he was out of my mouth I could focus on

the fluid that he had deposited. Again, not bad. I liked the heat and the salty flavor, but mostly I liked how he collapsed on

the bed afterward. I liked, no I loved, seeing him satisfied.

I swallowed the liquid and wiped the bit off my chin and not having anything else to do with it, I licked it off my finger.

“That was great!” He moaned into the mattress then turned over and pulled me to him, my naked body pressing against his.

He gave me a deep long kiss and then another. He moved down my body to my breasts and kissed my nipples for a long

time. I loved it! He made me squirm and moan and when my hand brushed against him again I was surprised to find him

hard again.

He pulled himself up to look at me, his erection still hot in my hand. “Melissa told me you were a virgin. So, we can stop if

you want. Or I could go down on you again.”

“What’s go down on me mean?” I asked.

“You know. When I used my tongue on your clit.” He said.

“I liked that! But if there’s something else you want to do, I’m all for it!”

“Well..” He said with a shy smile, “I could go down on you again and then we can do something else.”

I gently pushed his shoulder downward. “Let’s do that!”

So he went down on me again and I had another orgasm, even better than before, I think because I still had the taste of him

in my mouth. Then he pulled himself up and let his erection brush against my vagina. “Are you on birth control or

anything?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Oh, right! Sorry. I’m an idiot.” He jumped up and rummaged in a bedside drawer as I admired his tight body. Finally he

emerged with a condom. “Mel and I don’t use them anymore, glad I still have one!”

He put it on and returned to me and positioned his hard erection against my opening. “Sure?” He asked.

“Oh yes.” I told him and he slowly entered me. It hurt a bit at first, like I’d heard it would, and then it started to feel good,

almost great even. He pumped away and kissed me and played with my nipples and I could feel his orgasm building and

my own as well and then he came and as he kept moving I came as well, but not as hard as when he used his tongue, went

down on me.

He held me for a while then pulled himself out of me and I watched as he carefully removed the, now full, condom and

threw it in the trash. He gave me a quick kiss and said, “I should go check on Melissa.” And he threw on a robe and left

the room. I lay there for a few moments, naked, then I started to dress. I felt a little trapped. I mean they were out there

and I had just had sex with Melissa’s boyfriend and she must have heard it, just like I’d heard them all those times and what

would I say to her when I saw her?

But she came in after a while and sat on the bed with me and said, “Frank really enjoyed that. I hope you did too.”

I nodded. “I did! I really did. I just feel a little weird now.”

And she gave me a little kiss on the cheek, I wondered if she could smell Frank on me, and she said, “There’s nothing to

feel weird about. We’re all friends and adults and it’s just a little sex. It never has to happen again, but it can if you like.”

Then she cocked her head to one side, “Would you like to sleep here tonight? I mean in the bed with Frank and me? It’s a

bit tight, but we’ve done it with three before.”

I put my hand on her hand, “Thanks, but I’m fine on the sofa.”

She shrugged. “Ok. Your call.”

Then we went out and had a little snack in the kitchen with Frank and it was a little weird but not too bad and we went to

sleep. Them in the bed and me on the sofa. And I lay awake for a while thinking about it, about how it had been great and

it had felt great and it had been exciting, but also how it felt like something was missing and how I’d been somehow

disappointed. After a little while I heard them having sex, so I figured they must be OK with everything.

The next day Melissa took me to work with her. She worked at a law office and she told me that they needed some

secretarial work, nothing special, typing, filing and etc. Even though the whole world was computerized the law office still

had a lot of paper and they needed help maintaining it, so the work wasn’t something that I needed a special education for.

Which was good, since I hadn’t been back to school since dad kicked me out of the house and I guessed I wasn’t about to

graduate, which sucked since I had been so close.

Melissa introduced me to her boss, Wendy, and Wendy gave me a walking interview as we toured the office. She

explained that the firm had 35 lawyers and bunches of secretaries and paralegals but that my position would be pretty much

the bottom of the pile. I liked Wendy, she seemed friendly and efficient and professional and at the end of the tour she said,

“Melissa is a good worker and I think a good judge of character, so if she vouches for you the job is yours if you want it.”

“Oh that’s great! I promise I won’t let you down!” And I shook her hand

Wendy smiled, “Great. You can start Monday.”

I thanked her again and I ran off to tell Melissa.

That evening when I told Frank he said, “This calls for a celebration!” And he had a look in his eye that made me think that

he was thinking of more sex. But I was wary of having sex with him two nights in a row, I didn’t want Melissa to get

jealous, especially not when we would be working together. When Melissa got home, we ordered in pizza and we drank

some wine and it was a nice evening, but Frank never made a move.

So, I was surprised when Melissa took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I didn’t know if she was going to tell me

that I would have to move out or that I shouldn’t have more sex with Frank or what. I was even more surprised when she

began to take off my blouse. I figured that she was getting me ready for Frank and I started to get excited. I was looking

forward to another sex session with Frank and I liked this unspoken evidence that Melissa was OK with it.

I was even more surprised when she took my nipple in her mouth, but mostly I was too busy feeling good to let the surprise

ruin it.

Melissa kissed me on the mouth and let her tongue slip in and she really knew how to kiss! Even better than Frank and it

made my knees weak. I’d never really thought much about sex with another girl, but now that I could feel her body warm

and soft against mine and her hands on me and her lips on me, I was all for it!

Melissa undressed us both and pushed me down on the bed and began to kiss me all over. Like Frank, it was soon clear

that her goal was my clit, she was going to go down on me and I couldn’t wait! I gently pushed her head towards my

vagina and she slapped my hand away. “Have a little patience. Slut!” Then she looked up at me to let me know that she

was only joking. I gave her a big smile to show that I understood, but the thing was, I liked it! I didn’t want her to be

joking.

She finally reached my clit and she really went to town! Frank was good, but Melissa was great! She brought me off so

fast and so hard that I’m sure all the neighbors heard me.

Then she lay back beside me and took my hand and guided it to her clit. I touched her for a few minutes, enjoying her

moans, but I wanted, needed to see! I got on my knees between her legs and took a good look at her. All of her, her

gorgeous body. I put my face close to her vagina and I breathed her in. The smell of her goes right to my head and without

another thought I press my lips against her vagina and begin to lick and suck and gobble her up. I hope I’m doing it right,

but I guess from her sounds that I must be at least OK. She tastes so good! And I push a finger inside her, then two, and I

take them out and lick them. When she cums she grabs my head, hard, and mashes it against her vagina and literally floods

my mouth with her juice.

Her body arcs and then collapses. “Whew! You sure eat pussy! Sorry about that part at the end. I didn’t mean to grab

you so hard, it just that I sort of lose control when I come.” But I didn’t mind. She pulls me up to her and kisses me hard

on the mouth, tasting herself on me.

“Frank!” She calls out, and I freeze for a moment in terror, realizing that I’m naked in bed with another equally naked girl,

but then I remember that Frank knows all about it and I’d just had sex with him last night, so I relax.

Frank opens the door, I can see his erection tenting out his pants. Melissa whispers to me, “Is this alright?” And I guess

that she is thinking that Frank is going to join us now and I nod my OK.

Frank comes in and Melissa sits up and pulls down his pants and underwear in a single pull. There it is, his big beautiful

erection, maybe a little bigger than I remember it. Melissa swallows him in gulp and begins to move her head back and

forth, pausing at each extreme for a moment. I am fascinated and I sit up to watch her. She can really take it deep and I

wonder if I could do that too. Just then Melissa pulls off and offers me his erect penis, like the way a friend might offer you

a swig of her soda. “Suck his cock.” She says. Well, it would be rude to refuse, so I suck his cock.

I take him in my mouth, hard and throbbing and warm and salty, just like I remember it. And I try to take him as deep and I

can, just like Melissa did, but I gag as it pushes against the back of my mouth. Melissa begins to touch me, with her hand

on my clit, her mouth on my nipple and I moan around the erection, cock, in my mouth.

Then Melissa gently pulls me off and takes him back in her mouth and I try to copy what she did while I was sucking

Frank’s cock, with my fingers on her clit and her nipple in my mouth.

“Fuck!” Says Frank, “You girls are so fucking hot!” And he pulls himself out of Melissa’s mouth and pushes her back on

the bed. “I’ve got to fuck you!” He says. He tells me that there are no more condoms so he can only fuck Melissa today,

but he’ll buy more tomorrow. It’s cool. I’m really enjoying watching them.

Frank puts himself into Melissa and begins to fuck her. Slowly then fast then slow. Melissa is moaning and moaning.

“She’ll keep all the neighbors up with that noise. Why don’t you keep her quiet?” Frank tell me.

I’m confused. “I don’t know how.” I tell him.

“Well,” He says, still fucking moaning Melissa, “You could kiss her.” And I like that idea. “Or you could cover her mouth

with your pussy and have her eat you.” And I LOVE that idea.

Frank helps me position myself over Melissa’s mouth and she immediately begins to tongue my clit. Now I’m moaning too,

but I don’t think Frank was really worried about the noise.

After I have my first orgasm, Frank pulls out of Melissa and bends down to whisper something in her ear. She nods and I

am surprised to feel a twinge of jealousy. Then Melissa gives me a big kiss, her face all wet with my juice and I forget to

feel jealous. Melissa lays me down and then positions herself over my mouth. I like this game! I begin to lick her, then she

leans forward so that she can lick me at the same time! I love this game! Then I feel Frank’s knees by the sides of my

head and I see him enter Melissa, right above me! Frank is really fucking her and I’m licking her clit and, every now and

then, I let my tongue wander on to Frank’s cock as it slides out of Melissa’s hot pussy, and I enjoy the taste and

meanwhile, Melissa is driving me crazy with her tongue!

Melissa cums and I can feel her juice cover my face. Then a few minutes later Frank also cums. Frank keeps fucking her

for a few strokes after his orgasm, but then he pulls out and as soon as he does, Melissa mashes her pussy into my mouth

and all Frank’s hot cum begins to drain into my mouth. I lap it up as best I can. Then Melissa raises up off me and looks

down at me.

“You’re a fucking mess! Covered in cum and pussy juice!” She laughs and she comes over and begins to lick all the messy

mixture of cum and her own pussy juices off my face and chest. And we kiss, swapping the different tastes back and forth.

Melissa says, “Getting fucked and eaten at the same time is the absolute fucking best!” I can believe it. And I feel sad that I

won’t get to try it tonight.

Watching Melissa and I, Frank got hard again and he presents Melissa and me with his hard cock and we take turns

sucking him until he cums in Melissa’s mouth. After she pulls off him, she gives me a mysterious closed mouth smile and

then she kisses me and when I open my mouth Frank’s salty hot cum flows in and we kiss back and forth for a while until

it’s so dilute with spit that I almost can’t taste it.

So I sleep in the bed with them that night. It’s tight, like Melissa said, but I sleep in the middle, sandwiched between them,

wrapped in the affection that I’ve missed my whole life. As I drift off to sleep, warm and safe, I’m again struck by the

thought that something is missing. But I just snuggle into Melissa’s back and put it out of my mind.



That weekend, Melissa takes me shopping for some work clothes. I hate to spend any of my small fund of money, but I’d

hate even more to look unprofessional in the office.

“We’re a pretty conservative office. There are clients in and out all the time, you won’t have much contact with clients, but

if they see you in the office, you need to look like you belong.” Melissa explains.

So, she helps me pick out a few pieces, stuff that I can mix and match to cover a whole week without obviously repeating

the same outfit. It’s fun. I really like being with Melissa and I think, not for the first time, how lucky I am to have her as a

friend.

Monday morning I’m more nervous than I expected. But Melissa helps me relax (she went down on me on the kitchen

table!) and we head off to work. I feel surprisingly adult.

There’s like a million forms to fill out. Policies, procedures, confidentiality agreements, health plan, retirement (I’m 18!

How can they be thinking about retirement!?), etc. My hand aches from all the paperwork. Then Wendy brings me to

Melissa.

“Since you recommended her, you can train her. Start with the paper files, show her how to intake a file, augment and

retrieval and the scanning process. Once she knows the basics, bring her to Jenny. I’ll let Jen know that Amy will be her

new assistant.”

“Sure thing!” Melissa seems happy to have the assignment. “Just let me let Sandra know.”

“I’ll talk to Sandra. You get started. I want Amy ready to start helping by Wednesday morning.”

Melissa snaps a silly salute “Ay Ay! Ma’am!”

Wendy gives her a big grin.

As Melissa guides me to the file room I grab her arm. “I’m so happy that you’re going to train me! I was so nervous!”

Melissa smiles at me. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Everyone here is really nice. Well… some of the lawyers can

be kind of jerks, you know ‘Me big lawyer! You little secretary!’ That kind of bullshit, but you won’t have much contact

with them for a while. And it’s not too bad. I’ll point out the ones to avoid.” And I’m so happy that this has all worked out

that I’m about to burst!

Melissa shows me how to operate everything. There is much more to it that I had imagined. It’s more than just keeping all

the folders in alphabetical order (which I admit was what I thought).

At lunch we go to a nearby sandwich place with some of the other secretaries, they all seem pretty nice, like Melissa said.

At the end of the day, Melissa and I rode home together. I was feeling like maybe things had all been for the best, like this

life, with its freedom and responsibilities and new friends and experiences was much, much, better than the one I was

heading towards, marrying my dad’s friend’s son and living the life they had all planned out for me. My only regret was that

I’d abandoned Mom, that she would have to pick up the slack of dad’s abuse now that I wasn’t there to absorb my share.

But I couldn’t think of a way to help, all my ideas would probably just make things worse.

After I was trained, I started working with Jenny. Jenny was just a little older than me and she’d been in my position,

assistant, until just a few months ago. The good news was that the firm liked to promote from within and Jenny was taking

paralegal classes at night and told me that I could too, if I wanted, and the firm would pay, as long as I got good grades.

So, we settled into an easy pattern of life. Every morning Frank would make breakfast for the three of us (he was a good

cook!) and we would all head off to work. If Melissa didn’t have to work late (which she did once or twice a week) she

and I would ride home together, after dinner, we would all sit about and either talk or watch a movie of something,

sometimes we would drink, they introduced me to marijuana (which I liked – a lot!) and every now and then we would

fuck. Sometimes all three of us together, sometimes Melissa and me, sometimes Frank and me and more often Frank and

Melissa. Usually I slept on the sofa, but mostly after threesome sex I would sleep in the bed with them. I think we were all

trying to be careful to keep the relationship light.

Once I got my first paycheck, I started putting money aside for my own place. There was no pressure from Frank and Mel

to move out, if anything they went out of their way to make me feel comfortable, but I couldn’t feel like an independent

adult, like I was moving on with my life, until I at least had my own bedroom (even if I had a roommate, which I was going

to need).

Like Melissa said, I had little contact with either the lawyers or the clients, I was mostly stuck down in the file room, and

mostly by myself, since Jenny was rapidly taking on more responsibilities. I liked it to be honest. I liked the organized

system of the files, I liked the step-wise process and I liked reading the files. Here is the thing about a law firm: the cases

are fascinating! People or companies come to the firm with all their secrets and problems and dreams. One client is

accused of stealing the family business from his brother (he did it!), and another is fighting a business rival over recruiting

spies (spies!) to steal trade secrets! People tell their lawyers stuff they wouldn’t tell their closest friends and it all ends up in

the files! I’m not supposed to read them, even though I signed like a thousand confidentiality agreements, but well, if

there’s nothing else to do and nobody else is down here, what the hell. I especially like the divorce and c***d custody

cases. Some of the accusations are wild. Sex with a****ls, c***d pornography, murder! They can read like novels.

Of course, that’s how I got in trouble. I was reading a juicy divorce case that featured a claim by the husband that the wife

hosted orgies where she would service the entire gardening staff (it was just 3 men, but they said entire staff to make it

sound like a lot). The file said that there was video from a secret camera and I was toying with the idea of searching in the

computer files for the video (Jenny was teaching me the computer side of the file system) when I heard a throat clearing,

obviously designed to get my attention.

“Anything interesting in that file?”

I was so startled I jumped a little in my seat and some pages slid out of the folder. I looked up and saw one of the

lawyers, one of the big lawyers, like one of the main guys, staring at me. He was also big, I mean physically big, maybe 6’

2” or 3” and looked like he spent all his hours out of the office at the gym. So, I was more than a little intimidated. “Oh!

Sorry! I was just, um, I was, that is…” I bent down and picked up the pages that had fallen, “I was just organizing these

pages in the folder, sir.”

He looked at me impatiently, “Whatever. I need this folder, right away. And where is Jenny? There’s some kind of

discrepancy in the computer system and I need her to help me find it and rectify it.”

“Um, Jenny is working down in Paralegal today.” I pulled myself up to my full height (5’ 3.5” thank you very much), “I’m

handling files. I’m the new assistant, Amy.” And I held out my hand to him. He looked at it for a second and then ignored

it and I, self-consciously, put it behind my back, as if to hide the offending digits.

He looked at me with a disappointed air. “Fine.” He said at last. “Pull everything on this case.” He handed me a slip of

paper, “And have it delivered to my office.”

“Yes, sir!” I almost gave him the same fake salute that Melissa sometimes gives to Wendy, but he didn’t look like he was in

the mood for jokes and with his muscular build and razor cut hair, he might have been ex-military and I didn’t want to

offend him.

“Right away.” He barked and turned to leave.

“Um! Excuse me! What’s your name and where is your office?” Then seeing the glare he gave me, I added, “Sorry, I’m

still new here.”

“I’m Roy Weston, as in Anders, Weston and Wills. You can call me Mr. Weston and you can ask anybody in the firm

where to find my office.” And he turned and walked off (more like stalked off).

Well, I didn’t waste any time, I went to get the file, only it wasn’t just a folder, it was boxes and boxes of materials. So, I

got one of the carts we used to deliver the files and loaded it up with the boxes he wanted, only about half of them fit, so I

was going to have to make two trips.

I had to ask directions twice before I found his office on the top floor (I should have known that!). There was a secretary

seated out front, an attractive older woman (I mean older than me, maybe mid-30’s) whose appearance screamed

competence. “Hi, Mr. Weston asked me to bring him this file.” I said, nervously.

She barely looked at me and waved her hand, “He said you can bring it right in.”

I started to explain how this was just the first load and I would need to go back down to the file room for the rest but she

cut me off. “Mr. Weston said you can bring it right in, so bring it right in.”

I grumbled about how she was a bitch, but under my breath and maybe even under under my breath, and I pushed the cart

to the door. The bitch didn’t even offer to help me get the door open.

Mr. Weston didn’t look up as I entered. “You can leave it right there.” He said.

“Um, there’s more downstairs and I need the cart can I unload it here and go for the rest?” I asked.

Now he looked up and he looked at me like I was some kind of unusual insect that had wondered into his office from a

tropical rainforest. “If you unload it,” He began, talking slowly like I was an idiot, “How will I move it to the conference

room tonight? I need the cart.”

“But, but, I need the cart for the rest.” I protested.

I could see anger cross his face. “You want the cart and I want the cart. Now, who do you think is going to win this little

conflict of ours?”

I swallowed hard. “You, sir. Sorry. I’ll just go and get the rest.”

He waved me away. “You do that.”

I went back down for the rest and after looking around the file room I found that we had not just another cart, but 4 other

carts. But, how could I go back up there with another cart after I made a big deal, almost got in a ‘little conflict’ with Mr.

Weston, who, like it or not, was my boss. I mean how embarrassing to just show up with another cart.

But it was either that or haul the boxes one at a time by hand and that would mean I would have to pass his stupid secretary

five more times and go into his office five more times and he probably knows that there are more carts since his stupid name

is on the stupid building. So, I sucked it up and loaded another cart and hauled it back to Mr. Weston’s office.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His stupid secretary asked me and I was about to open his door.

“What?” I asked confused. “You said I could go right in.”

She shook her head at me. “That was before. You never open Mr. Weston’s door or anyone else’s without explicit

permission. Every. Single. Time.”

“Well then, can I leave it here, with you?” I asked.

“No, you can go right in. Mr. Weston is waiting.” She said with a smug fucking smile.

I wanted to scream, but I just wrestled the door open and pushed the cart in. “This is all of it Mr. Weston.”

“Found another cart I see.” He didn’t look up. “I talked to Wendy and she tells me that she is transitioning Jenny into

paralegal, so for now, you are in charge of the file room, which means I’ll need your help tonight finding the discrepancies.”

“I’m sorry sir?”

He sighed and put down his paper. “I guess the thing with the carts wasn’t a one-time thing. I said I’ll need your help

tonight finding the discrepancies. Check with Ms. Earl, my secretary, and find out what time the conference room is free

and meet me there.” Then seeing my confused look he added, “This means that you will not be leaving the office at 5. You

will be staying here to help me.” Then he gave me that little hand wave that means ‘go away’.

I left his office and stopped at Ms. Earl’s desk to see what time the conference room was free and she told me it was free

at 6:15.

I went back down to the file room and called Melissa.

“Yeah, old Roy can be a bit of an asshole.” She told me and I was shocked to hear her talk about him so casually. I

couldn’t imagine anybody calling him ‘old Roy’. “Still staying late is good. They pay you double time for the extra hours,

so that’s always nice. I bet Sandy would switch with you if you asked her.”

“No, you didn’t hear the way he talked to me. I’d be afraid to do anything but show up.”

I could hear her shrug over the phone, apparently Mr. Weston didn’t scare her like he scared me. “Ok. I’ll save you some

dinner. You can take an Uber home, the firm will pay since you’ve been asked to stay after hours. It’s really not that bad

and Roy Weston isn’t as mean as he seems. Just relax.”

So I tried to relax. Five O’clock came and I had to wait until 6:15. So I waited, reading files. What can I say, live and

don’t learn is my motto.

At 6:05 I headed up to the top floor. And I found Mr. Weston in the conference room with documents organized in neat

piles all over the big table.

“Ah, Ms. Crane, glad you could make it.” And he gave me a smile and I thought that it might not be so bad.

He showed me the problem, there was a document that was listed in the computer system but that hadn’t been scanned and

wasn’t in the physical file and he needed that document. He showed me what it would look like and where I should start.

It was boring work, picking up hundreds or thousands of sheets of paper, checking each one and, then when it wasn’t the

one he wanted, putting it in a pile to be refiled later.

He worked fast and quiet. All my efforts at conversation were met with silence or at best a grunt. I did my best to keep up

with him, shuffling pages as fast as I could.

“Is this it?!” I asked excitedly, holding out a document.

He took it and examined it for the briefest of moments before saying, “No. Look at the date. This is an older version.” I

deflated. “Still, it’s the right kind of document. Sharp eyes.” He added and I was happy for even that faint praise.

It was after midnight and my eyes were swimming when I picked up a page that felt odd. With a little rubbing it became

clear that it was two pages stuck together. I unstuck them and held it out to him.

“That’s it!” He gave a big smile. “Sharp fingers too.” He added. “I’ll help you pack all this up and you can return it to the

file room tomorrow. Be sure scan that page in first thing in the morning.”

“Yes sir!” I was glad to finally be done.

After we packed all the documents away in their boxes and loaded the carts we pushed them over to Mr. Weston’s office.

“Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Crane.” He opened the door to his office then paused, “Would you like a drink before

you hit the road?”

I really did want a drink, but I also wanted to get out of there and get home and the thought of sitting with him in his office

drinking and, if the last 6 hours were any guide, not talking, wasn’t particularly appealing. “Sure! Thanks!” I mean he was

my boss and his name was on the fucking building. What was I going to do?

He poured us glasses of something dark and brown and handed me one. “20 year old bourbon. It’s a sipping whisky,

don’t gulp it.”

I looked at it and sniffed it, it smelled strong. “It’s older than me.” I commented and took a sip. It was strong! It burned

going down but it was a good burn. I sipped some more and he actually talked to me. And I began to relax. We finished

our drinks and I stood up. “Well, I better call for my Uber.” I said and as I dug in my bag for my phone, I knocked a pile

of folders off his desk.

His transformation from relaxed guy having a drink after hours to raging monster was immediate. “You stupid cunt! Watch

what you’re doing!”

Suddenly I was too weak to stand up and I sat down hard in the chair. I’m sure he saw the look on my face, because he

began to explain something about sexual harassment law, but I wasn’t listening because I was focused on the throbbing in

my pussy, my cunt. This is what’s been missing.

“No.” I began. “It’s OK. I… I actually, well, I liked it.”

And the smile that spread across his face gave me shivers. “Well, it that case,” He stood up, and I was surprised again by

his height, and walked around his desk to face me. “Suck my cock, you fucking slut!” and he pulled out his rapidly

hardening cock and grabbed a hank of my hair and pulled my head onto his cock.

I wanted to let it sit there for a moment, to savor it, like I’d done with Frank, but Mr. Weston had other ideas. He rapidly

began moving my head back and forth on his cock. “Take it deeper, cunt!” He almost yelled as he pulled my hair harder

and forced the head of his cock down my throat. He buried my nose in his belly and slapped the back of my head just to

make sure I had it all. I pushed against his thighs with my hand, but he ignored me. When he finally pulled out of my mouth

I was gasping for breath and a ton of spit drooled out. Then he slapped me across my face, hard. “You got your whore

drool on my pants!” And he slapped me again from the other side. He dropped his pants completely and pulled me up,

hooking a finger in the band of my pants and pulling them roughly down. Then he pushed me face down over his desk and

shoved a couple of fingers in my cunt. “Sopping wet. What a fucking whore.”

And without any preamble he shoved his big cock into me. I moaned as he started to fuck me, hard, almost angrily. And I

came when he grabbed my hair and pulled me up so that my back arched, and I came like nothing I’ve ever felt when he

spanked my ass while fucking me.

Then he pulled out of me, and grabbed my hair and turned me around and forced me to my knees. He treated me like a

rag doll. It was so easy for him. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch!” He roared as he forced his cock into my mouth.

Instantly my mouth was flooded with his cum and I choked and some of the thick cum leaked out the corners of my mouth.

“Eat my cum, you fucking slut!” And so I swallow. His cum was different, better than Frank’s, more salty and also more

sweet. He pulled his semi-soft cock out of my mouth and I took a moment to admire it. So big and beautiful and powerful,

just what I needed. “Clean up my cock, bitch.” He ordered and I knew instinctively he didn’t mean with a tissue. I licked

and sucked and rubbed his cock and his balls until they were squeaky clean.

As he put on his pants and straightened himself up he looked at his watch. “Time to get home. Our usual policy is that

nights when you work past midnight you can come in at 11:00 am, but that policy doesn’t apply to you since you’re

essentially a one person department now. Be sure you’re in tomorrow at 8:30 sharp.”

All business. “Yes sir.” And he patted me on the head and led me out of the office.

It was almost 2 am when I got home so I tried to get right to sleep, but I couldn’t my head was whirling. When Mr.

Weston fucked me and hit me and called me a slut that had been the best sex, fuck the best moment, of my life. But

needing that, needing to be treated like a whore, even now in my bed craving his hand across my face and ass, made me

feel like a very fucked up young woman.

I eventually drifted off to sleep but it was hell getting out of bed. Melissa had gone to the gym early, so I had to drag myself

to work alone. I’m not sure what I would have said to her, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Work went painfully slow that morning. I admit it, I was waiting by the phone for him to call. It was impossible for me to

think that an experience that had meant so much to me, been such a revelation, could just have been a casual office fuck to

him.

Melissa came down to see me about 10:00. “Hey, I just wanted to see if you’re OK. What time did you get in last night?”

“Pretty late, about 2:00 am.” I told her.

“So, what are you doing here? The rules say that you don’t have to come in until 11:00. You know that they’re not going

to pay you overtime.”

I explained about the exception to the rule for one person departments.

“That’s bullshit!” Melissa was angry. “You’re here until after 1:00 Am and that asshole tells you you have to be back at

8:30? I have half a mind to march into his office and tell him off. Except…” She trailed off.

“Except what?”

“Except he scares the crap out of me!”

“Me too!” I added. “Except… I don’t know, I kind of like it.”

Melissa gave me a hard look. “Do you have the hots for Roy Fucking Weston?” Then she answered her own question,

“You do! Oh my god. Forget it lady!”

“What? Why? Is he married?” I asked, genuinely interested.

Melissa let out a huff of air and shook her head. “He’s not married, he’s divorced; because who could live with that

fucker? Anyway, he’s never been interested in any of the office girls before, and believe me, many have tried. I mean look

at him, that body and he’s a name partner pulling down big bucks and well he’d be a catch if he wasn’t such an asshole.”

Then she looked me up and down. “You’re hot Amy, I mean smoking hot, but, he might be out of your league.”

Well that took the wind out of my sails. And when I didn’t hear from him all day, I figured that Melissa was right, he wasn’t

interested in an office romance or even office rough sex. So, I dragged my tired ass home and poured myself a big glass of

wine and more or less cried myself to sleep.

Well, he didn’t call me the next day either and I thought “You know what? Fuck you, Mr. Weston! It’s not like I can’t find

other people to treat me like I want.” And so that night after dinner, I suggested that we all have sex. They were both

enthusiastically up for it.

I started by kissing Frank and unbuttoning his shirt right in the living room, while Melissa was kissing my neck. Once I had

Frank naked, I knelt down in front of his hard cock and shoved it as far into my mouth as I could. I was hoping that Frank

would get the message and I wouldn’t have to say anything, but he didn’t. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and put his

hands on my head. “Push my head. Force me to suck your cock.” So Frank pulled my head down on his cock but I

gagged and he let go. “No. Harder!” I told him “And call me names.”

“Names?” Frank was genuinely confused.

“Yeah, like slut or whore or cunt. Say ‘Suck my cock you fucking slut’ or something like that.”

And Frank did it, but I could tell his heart wasn’t in it. Melissa tried too, she spanked me as I sucked Frank’s cock and

she twisted my nipple something awful while Frank was fucking me, but she really wasn’t into it either.

After Frank fucked Melissa and shot a load of cum into her hot pussy, I gave it one last try. I looked at Frank and Melissa

and said “Force me to eat the cum out of Melissa’s cunt.”

“Eat the cum out of my cunt, bitch!” Melissa said, grabbing my hair and pulling my face to her sloppy cunt. And I gladly

lapped up the cum and when Melissa came I drank down her pussy juice too. I even licked her cute little asshole, but it

didn’t send me to the moon the way Mr. Weston had.

Afterwards, as we lay in the bed together, Melissa said, “It’s fun to try new things, and Frank and I are kinky, but I don’t

think that’s out particular kink. Sorry.”

I gave her a big kiss, and I’m sure she could taste the cum and cunt on my tongue, and I said, “That’s cool. We can stick

to the regular stuff. I just wanted to try it. Thanks for being good sports and thanks for letting me know it’s not for you.”

Well, Roy Fucking Weston didn’t call the next day or all week. I admit I was like a school girl obsessed with a boy. I

would find excuses to walk past his office several times a day and I wrote him little notes that I shredded just as quickly as I

wrote them. But he just ignored me. I passed him in the hallway one time, walking with another one of the lawyers, but I

couldn’t catch his eye.

I was settled in for a long dull Saturday, Frank and Mel were going to do some shopping and asked if I wanted to come

along, but I wasn’t in the mood. When my phone rang, I almost didn’t answer it. I usually don’t answer unknown numbers,

but maybe out of boredom, I answered it.

“Amy Crane, Please” Came the crisp professional voice.

“This is Amy.”

“Roy Weston here.” I must have gasped out loud, because he paused for a long time. “Meet me at 17 Bear Claw Terrace

at 2:00 PM sharp.” And just like that he disconnected.

Well, I was shocked and excited and confused and unsure what to do. I mean what kind of a phone call was that? Who

does he think he is that he can just give me orders like that? Well, he thinks he’s Roy Fucking Weston with the hot body

and the big cock and the everything he needs to make my pussy weep tears of pleasure, THAT’S who he thinks he is.

I googled Bear Claw Terrace and it’s way the fuck out there. Uber is going to charge $28 one way! It’s a 35 minute

(estimated) trip, so I better leave early let’s say 50 minutes before 2, that gives me just over an hour to prepare. But

prepare for what? He didn’t give me a single clue. Is this just a booty call? Is there a party at his house? Are we going to

work? AAAAAARG! I claw through my meager possessions and find a kind of dressy skirt that I can pair with a

sleeveless blouse that would probably work for both work or a party, although not for a fancy dinner.

I shower, dry my hair, put on makeup, get dressed. 12:45! I request my Uber. 5 minute wait. Waiting. Waiting. There is

my Uber! I can’t believe how nervous I am. What if this is a work thing? I don’t even have a pen in my purse. He’ll think

I’m incompetent. Just an incompetent slut. Well, that wouldn’t be so bad.

The Uber driver is feeling chatty, but I can’t talk. I think I must have offended him, and he makes some snotty remark

about rich people. As we approach Bear Claw Terrace I can see what he means, the houses (what you can see of them)

are huge and beautiful. The whole area is, filled with trees and birds. Hell they probably have deer out here. It’s a far cry

from the sofa I have in Melissa and Frank’s tiny apartment. The driver stops in front of a large gated house. “Here you

are. 17 Bear Claw.” And I get out. It’s 1:37. Shit! I left too early. And I didn’t want to ring the bell before 2. I wasn’t

going to make the mistake of thinking that Roy Fucking Weston was the kind of man who thought 1:58 was the same as

2:00 sharp!

I was about to ask the Uber driver to take me somewhere for a bit, but he was gone as soon as my foot touched the

ground. Well, I would just have to wait. I put my face between the bars of the gate and tried to get a good look. I didn’t

see any cars, so it might not be a party. Then I thought that maybe someone from the house might see me if I stood with my

face pressed against the gate, so I pulled back and hid behind one of the big brick pillars, then a car drove past and I felt

stupid hiding behind the pillar (and also they might call the cops), so I decided to walk around for a few minutes. Time

crawled, but finally at precisely 2:00 PM I pressed the button on the gate intercom. The gate swung open silently and I

walked inside. Apparently, I was expected.

It was a long walk to the house and I got more and more anxious with every step. Finally I was on the porch gathering up

the nerve to ring the bell, when the door opened and there he was Roy Fucking Weston, in the flesh!

He was dressed casually (if wearing clothes that probably cost more than my monthly salary counts as casually) and held a

glass of whiskey in one hand. He gave a slight nod of his head. “I appreciate punctuality. Please come in.”

“YES!” I thought. I knew he would be a stickler for punctuality. He led me inside. The house was giant and gorgeous, it

must have been professionally decorated. He showed me to the living room and motioned me to take a chair. “Scotch?”

He asked. I wanted to say, ‘fuck the scotch, fuck me!’ but I just nodded. He filled me a glass, added just a splash of

water a handed me the glass and took a seat facing me.

“Thank you for coming out here.” He started. “I wanted to talk to you about the other night.” Suddenly he stood up and

began to pace back and forth. “It was out of character for me.” And my heart sunk! This was the kiss off! He was going

to let me down gently. “I don’t have relationships in the office. You can ask, my reputation is sterling. I value discretion.”

Oh great! Here’s the part where he offers me money to keep quiet. “I keep a tight watch on office gossip, so I know that

you’ve been discreet. I appreciate that. I know your friend Melissa enough to know that you didn’t say anything to her,

she’s got too big a mouth to keep it quiet.” He paused and took a sip of his whiskey, so I did the same. “So, if we are

going to engage in an illicit romance, I need to know that you will continue to maintain the same high level of discretion.

Even should it end badly. Also, you must be aware that anything between us must stay out of the office. There will be no

favoritism nor disfavoritism. If I pass you in the hallway without acknowledging you, I don’t want to hear about it later. ”

I couldn’t believe my ears! An illicit romance! I almost dropped my glass. I thought for a second, mostly just to give the

appearance that I was thinking and taking things seriously. Then I lowered my head and said, “I will do exactly as you say.”

Then I looked him in the eyes and added, “Always.”

“Strip.” He said. I did. I stood naked and shivering in front of him awaiting his command. He looked me over, top to

bottom and more. Then he said, “There are some dishes in the kitchen, wash them.” For a second I was disappointed. I

wanted to be ordered to suck his cock or to lick his balls or to bend over so he could fuck me or something, but as he led

me to the kitchen and I walked, naked behind him, my bare feet slapping on the cold stone, I thought how sexy it was to be

able to serve him. However he wanted.

So, I washed the dishes. Naked and alone, while he did whatever he did. There were a lot of dishes, more than I imagined

one man could use at a single meal, I assumed that he lived alone, or at least he was alone today, because, well, because

here I was naked in his kitchen. After I washed the dishes I went back to the living room looking for him. And I found him

sitting in a chair and reading a book. He looked up when I entered.

“Who the fuck told you to leave the kitchen?” He asked in a cold voice.

“Um. Uh. No-nobody. I. I. That is I’m done with the dishes.” I gave a shrug.

He stood up slowly and began to remove his belt. It was clear that he was planning on teaching me a lesson. The belt was

black and had a dull shine and it looked like a living thing in his hand. “Turn around.” He ordered. And I did, waiting for

the sting of the belt. I heard the wind as he twirled it and my whole body tensed with fear and excitement. Just then the

doorbell sounded.

I panicked! Here I was naked in Roy Fucking Weston’s house and there was somebody at the fucking door! “What

should I do!?” I asked, plaintively.

Mr. Weston began to calmly put his belt back on. “I suggest you open the door. Or didn’t they teach you basic manners at

whore school?”

And there it was, his command. I threw back my shoulders and put on my bravest face and went to open the door. I was

flooded with relief to find a woman! A woman about mid-40’s holding a portable massage type table with a duffle bag

slung over one shoulder. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see me naked in the doorway. Mr. Weston came forward

and took her table and helped her in.

“Thanks for coming on short notice, Belinda.” Then he motioned to me, particularly my vagina. “You can see the problem

for yourself.”

Belinda nodded. “I’ll get right on it. Usual place?” She had a lightly foreign accent that I couldn’t place. And ‘usual place’

how often was this woman coming to his house. And what the hell was the ‘problem’?

He carried her table to a small room off the main hall (which must have been the usual place) and helped her set it up. Then

she opened her bag and began removing jars and rolls and something like a crock pot that she plugged in. Seeing that she

had everything under control, Mr. Weston said, “Well then, I’ll leave you to it. Amy, you do whatever Belinda tells you, as

if I told you myself.” And he stepped out of the room, leaving me alone with this strange woman and her strange equipment

and clear orders to do whatever she said.

Belinda patted the table. “Hop on up here and let me get a look at you.” So I h