How I Became a Company Whore

My name is Myra Reasoner, but I was born Myra Hernandez and that was still my name when the events of my story occurred. This is a cautionary tale, more about what young women shouldn't do, than what they should do. I was raised in a bilingual environment, speaking Spanish at home and English at school. I was also raised as a good Catholic girl, although my life's path diverged from that as I became more mature.

I was quiet and well-behaved in school, even though I lost my virginity while still an adolescent. I still didn't date a lot until early in my senior year, my boobs sprouted and started growing. For several months, I was having to change bra sizes like every three weeks. Needless to say, my popularity with the guys increased almost as rapidly as my cup size. I already had a narrow waist and nice-sized hips.

My mother was an attractive woman, but somewhat buxom. I suppose she ate too many tortillas. My dad was slender, but even as he approached middle age, still an attractive well-formed man. I assumed I got my waist from my father and my boobs from my mother. Much to my parents' dismay my last days in high school were spent as the leading school slut. I thoroughly enjoyed sex in the back seats of cars. It was only later that I learned that those were no optimal conditions. My only saving grace was that I continued to make good grades and consequently received a scholarship that partially paid for my BBA in Marketing.

I minored in accounting, not because I wanted to be a shiny pants bookkeeper, but because I wanted to understand management reporting when later in my career, I inevitably, or so I thought, moved into management.

My popularity continued into my college life at State U., Although I didn't pledge a sorority, mostly for financial concerns, I was quite popular with a series of fraternity brothers, and so I was able to attend many Greek functions and became acquainted with many sisters as well as brothers. The nice thing about dating the brothers were that most were scions of relatively well-to-do families and either had roomy SUV's or were able to swing for a motel room for our liaisons.

In spite of my many liaisons, none of them seemed to last more than a few months and unencumbered by a husband I got a job with a moderately-sized advertising firm in NYC. The founder and CEO was an older man.

On my first day of work, I met with HR and spent a good part of the morning filling out paperwork. Next, I was taken to the office of Maxwell Billingham, VP for Creative Concepts. I had actually met him at my on-campus interview. He spent a half hour or so explaining that I would be in his group and would be responsible for helping with one of the most important parts of the whole advertising business. Our section would be creating the concept for an entire advertising campaign. The first part was creating an approach that the customer relations people, that is, salespeople, could pitch to potential clients. Our second pass would be refining those concepts, if the pitch was successful, so that they could be a guide to the creative arts people. Throughout the whole process, we would be working with salespeople, account managers, and the creative staff, so that everyone understood what was going on.

He then took me to see Carlton Pearman, the firm's founder and CEO. The plan was that he would take me to lunch. After lunch, I would be shown my workspace and Mr. Billingham would explain my first assignment.

At lunch, Mr. Pearman regaled me with tales of his early days struggling to keep Pearman and Associates afloat, and then, as success came, the struggle to maintain quality as the firm grew. He asked me how I was liking Manhattan. I told him my woes in searching for an affordable apartment.

He replied, "Myra, I might be able to help you with that. You're a beautiful woman, and we're all adults here, right?"

I replied, "I'm 22, and I think I'm pretty adult."

He explained, "If you're willing to provide some special services, I think we can find a nice, affordable apartment."

I inquired, "What kind of special services, Mr. Pearman?"

He elaborated, "I'm a man; you're a woman. This would be between you and me after hours."

I thought this is an old man. He's probably forty years older than anybody I have ever been with. On the other hand, I'm horny. It might not be too bad. "I don't know, Mr. Pearman. This seems so sudden."

He replied, "First, call me Carlton. Second, we can explore this further over cocktails after work today. Would that be alright?"

I considered his proposal. Nothing ventured; nothing gained. It couldn't hurt to have some more facetime with the leader of the company. After lunch, Maxwell explained my first assignment. I was to review a presentation that would be made to a potential client early the next week. In addition to the slides, I was given the background information which included ideas for the details needed to launch the campaign. He told me I should provide him with three things. Strong points of the presentation, weak points and how they could be strengthened, and anything that I thought was missing from the campaign concept and sales presentation. I asked him when he wanted it. He said that 8 o'clock Monday morning would be fine. He also told me that if I finished before 5, I could go home early. For now, my home was an inexpensive hotel room, inexpensive by Manhattan standards.

I finished reviewing the proposal around 4 and called Carlton to see if he would like to meet earlier. He said that by coincidence he had also finished early and would meet me in a nearby hotel bar.

We arrived close enough that I saw him going into the hotel. He seemed glad to see me and quickly ordered me a drink. He asked how my first day went, and I told him I thought that it had gone well, but that I would find out for sure when I met with Maxwell first thing Monday morning. He asked if I had found an apartment. I told him I had been unsuccessful so far.

He then said, "As I mentioned earlier, we're all adults here. The company can pay everything for a nice apartment. In return you would provide special services to me Tuesday and Friday evenings after work. I'm not a kinky guy although I do like a little ass-fucking now and then. I can show you the apartment and you can try out providing special services. I think you'll be happy with what I can do for you. We can run over there now, as soon as you finish your drink."

I said, "This is a little sudden. I've never done anything like this before."

He continued, "Let's walk over there and look at the apartment. No obligation. If you like that part. We can slowly move into special services with you being able to stop at any time. Is that a good deal or what? I'll buy you dinner afterward, regardless of what you decide. How does that sound?"

Coyly, I replied, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least look at the apartment." Damn, I was already wet and I had no idea what the apartment was like.

We walked over to the apartment building. The first two floors were devoted to businesses. The remaining twenty-four floors were apartments. He informed me that there was basement parking. That wasn't a big deal since I didn't have a car and wasn't planning on acquiring one. He told me there was a sauna, a swimming pool a hot tub, and an exercise area on the roof of the building. The apartment was a two-bedroom, one-bath on the twelfth floor. It looked very nice. The furnishings were luxurious. He told me everything was included including the linens and silverware.

We ended up in the master bedroom, complete with king-size bed, made up with very nice linens. He asked me, "What do you think? Shall we give the bed a tryout?"

It was decision time. I hadn't been laid in over a week. I decided why not. I could get laid, and if it was okay, I'd have a rent-free apartment.

I asked, "Explain to me what's provided."

He said, "Everything is paid for. Deposit, monthly rent, and utilities. You pay for it with a little overtime twice a week. It's a great deal! You can pay the first installment now!"

I told him, "Look away, and I'll tell you my decision shortly."

He turned around, facing the window. Surreptitiously, I took my jacket off, unfastened my skirt and let it slide to the floor. I folded both and put them on the nearby dresser. Then I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the dresser.

He impatiently asked, "Can I turn around now?"

I replied, "Sure."

His eyes opened wide, and he said, "Ohmigod. You look fantastic. So much better without your outer garments. Are you taking your undies off?"

I said, "Sure, but I don't like being the only one that's nude."

He quickly started shedding clothes on the floor, while I put first my bra, and then my panties on the dresser. I relaxed on the bed, laying supine with my legs spread. He had scattered his clothes on the floor. Now he knelt between my legs and started licking my already damp vulva. It felt even better when he concentrated on my clitoris and labia. It only took him a few minutes to take me to my first orgasm. He moved up and straddled my shoulders pushing his cock toward my mouth. It wasn't extraordinarily long, only about six inches, but his girth was well above average. As I sucked him, I was thinking this might not be too bad a way to earn my rent. When he was hard, I released him from my mouth.

Almost immediately he guided his manhood into my ready, willing, and very wet love canal. It felt great. It had been a week since I had had any cock, and quite a bit longer since I had had one this thick. Immediately I was moaning and groaning and it only took him a few minutes to pound me to my first orgasm. It felt really good.

After a brief pause he began ramming his joystick in me again. There was no reluctance on my part. I was thinking a few more orgasms and this party girl would be ready for sleep. Carlton pounded me to two more missionary position orgasms and then rolled me over for some doggy style. That felt even better as he massaged my boobs and pinched my nipples. On my third doggie orgasm, he filled me up.

He rolled off of me, and I rolled onto my side, facing him. I asked, "Do we have a deal?"

He replied, "Ohmigod, girl. That was the finest fuck I've ever had. I want to make one change in the deal. I want you to spend a two-hundred-dollar clothing allowance on buying some nice after hours clothes so I can take you out once on a while. Is that all right?"

I said, "In addition to fucking me twice a week and paying for my rent, you want to give me two hundred a month for clothes?"

He said, "I knew you were a smart girl. That's exactly right!"

I kissed him for the first time, and said, "Ay, Caramba. I'll take that deal all day and all night and twice on Sunday."

He replied, "That's my girl. I'm looking forward to a long association with you."

I joked, "Is that what you call this - an association?"

He said, "Sometimes, We have to be discrete, don't you know?"

I replied, "I know," and kissed him again. He might be over twice as old as me, but I was starting to like this guy. I guess that's a good thing if I was going to be screwing him twice a week.

He said, "I have to get going, but I'll see you on Tuesday if not sooner."

I said, "I'll be looking forward to it." He dressed and left. I went to the hotel and got my things. I checked out and moved everything into my new apartment. This was great.

I had never fucked an old man before but I was looking forward to each of our Tuesday and Friday sessions as I 'earned' my rent. Carlton was old but he definitely could get it up twice a week. The good thing about him fucking me was premature ejaculation was not a problem as it sometimes was with younger playmates. I became acquainted with the bars within a several block radius and quickly learned which ones had horny guys and which ones had sophisticated guys. I liked hooking up and Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday nights. On Tuesday night and Friday nights, Carlton usually left early and I was happy to soak in the large master bathtub. On Mondays and Thursdays, I did things I had to do like clean the apartment, wash my hair, and wash my clothes. Maxwell seemed quite happy with my work. Especially with my work on my first assignment where we made points with the client by following my suggestion for some short radio spots for 'name recognition.'

My second month of working in Manhattan was just beginning when Carlton called me into his office Monday morning. He explained, "We have a bit of a problem, but it could turn into an opportunity. We have a client coming in Thursday and leaving Friday. Our salesman told him that while we were here there would be some ladies to entertain him and the guy coming with him. Usually that is not a problem, but this week there is a major convention in town. All the escort services that we usually use are totally booked. I really feel it's a bit funny asking you to do this, but do you think you could provide some 'special services' to them? If you are willing to do it, I can promise you a small bonus for helping entertain them, and a larger bonus if we can make a deal with them."

I inquired, "Where's the opportunity, Carlton?" I was allowed to call him Carlton as long as no other employees were around.

He replied, "You are one smart cookie. You can be part of the presentation team and then just work your way into doing a little more evening work. Maybe you can close the deal with a little pillow sales talk."

I said, "Anything else?"

Carlton responded, "Sometimes, I think it would be better if you weren't quite so smart. If you can pull this off, you certainly going to go to the head of the line where promotions are concerned."

I explained, "Career-wise, I don't want to get stereotyped as the girl who will always drop her panties!"

Carlton assured me, "That won't happen. This is a special situation because of that damn conference. Next time we'll go back to the escort services like we've usually done in the past. A lot of people here, including me, are going to be very grateful to you. This is a fairly large client and it will be great if you can help us land these guys."

I ended our discussion with, "I'll do my best, chief!"

He replied, "I know you will. I'll tell James you're on your way to see him." James was James Masterson, VP in charge of Marketing, meaning bringing more clients on board.

Mr. Masterson gave me some of the client materials including the presentation and asked me to tell him if I had any ideas for improving the presentation. He told me we would be meeting with the other two members of our presentation team, Alvin Prescott and Mickey Johnson, at a 1 o'clock meeting. The meeting went well. I suggested a couple of very minor modifications which everybody thought was fine. At this point, I think Alvin and Mickey thought I was just providing support from Creative Concepts, although someone else had helped them put the presentation together.

When Carlton came over to the apartment I told him I had never done a threesome before and asked him if there was anything I needed to know. He said, "Don't worry! These guys are not terribly sophisticated. I doubt they'll even ask for anal. I expect them to have you entertaining them in separate bedrooms. One thing we need to figure out is if they should just stay in your apartment or in a different apartment."

I suggested, "They may not want to get involved with all my girl stuff!"

He agreed, "Good point!"

Wednesday afternoon, Carlton called me into his office, "I have good news and bad news. James told me that the potential client is bringing two associates with him."

I informed him, "That sounds like bad news for me."

He explained, "The bad new is, of course, that what was a threesome for you has now become a foursome. The good news is that, clearly they have to stay in the three bedroom apartment. Yours is no longer even a candidate." He handed me the key to the three-bedroom apartment. "They'll leave their luggage in James's office. After dinner, you'll bring them back to the office and then guide them to the three-bedroom apartment. Then it's up to you to get into Wilford's bed. Wilford J. Byington is the decision maker of the three. James's office won't be locked. If the office doors are locked, you have a key for them, right!"

I told him, "Alright, I'll do the three guys, or at least try my best, but if another guy shows up, I'm out and you're on your own!"

He replied, "I get it! But it's too late for them to even book a flight for another guy!"

The guys from the potential client showed up about three Thursday. We took them to a conference room and the four-person presentation team made their pitch to Carlton and the three client representatives. The presentation seemed to go very well. There were a few questions, none of which cast any doubt on the desired outcome.

I went home to change while Carlton led the remainder of the presentation team and the client personnel to a nearby hotel that had a nice restaurant and bar.

To say that my dress was inappropriate for the office would be an understatement. It was a black maxi tank bodycon dress that Carlton had helped me select. It had a rounded V-neck cutout that covered my nipples and areolas but exposed a lot of boob. It showed cleavage and then some. The dress also had the longest side cuts of any dress I had ever seen, much less worn. The open cutouts went from my ankles to the tops of my thighs. Then the lace-up part continued on up well above my waist. Needless to say, the dress precluded the wearing of panties or bra.

I caught up with the other seven in the bar and was greeted with enthusiasm by all seven gentlemen in our party. After we finished our drinks and the avalanche of comments about what my dress covered and what it didn't cover, we went into the attached restaurant. The food was well-prepared and tasted delicious. We returned to the bar for one more round of drinks. Carlton gave a valedictory toast which turned out to be a short pitch on our firm. Then the guys started saying goodbyes and I told them that we four would return to the firm's offices and get their light suitcases and then I would take them to the apartment which would be their accommodation for the night.

For some reason, they followed behind me on the way to the firm's offices. It couldn't possibly have been related to the display of my dress while my hips swayed in part due to the four-inch high heels I was wearing.

While retrieving their suitcases from James's office, I retrieved the contracts from James's desk. They were completed except for being signed and fit nicely in my large purse.

Again, on the way to the bedroom apartment, I put on a show. I could tell I was attracting attention even from the normally blasé New Yorkers.

Once inside the apartment with bedroom selections completed, I told them the following, "Carlton has assigned me two additional tasks: One is to get these contracts signed, the other is to make sure that you gentlemen spend a very pleasant night in New York before you return to Cincinnati.

Wilford asked, "How pleasant a night?"

I unzipped my dress about halfway down and slid the straps off my shoulders revealing my semi-nude body. I asked, "Does this give you gentlemen any ideas?"

Wilford said, "Can we continue this discussion in my room?"

I replied, "Certainly, once we get these boring little contracts signed."