"I'm telling you, Wade, she's gone too far this time. She's pissing me off. I really liked that vacation home."

"Uh huh."

Judd looked up sharply. He wondered if Wade was really listening or not. "Are you married, Wade?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, never get married."

Wade smirked. "Maybe a better lesson would be: Never get divorced."

"Don't try to be amusing, Wade."

They were in Judd's office on the nineteenth floor of the Arling/Corden Building downtown. Both were junior partners at Arling/Corden and both expected to be senior partners soon. Lately Wade had taken up a habit of coming around to Judd's office in the mornings - Judd suspected it had something to do with its secluded location and stunning view of the city. Mr Arling had bestowed the office upon Judd with the attitude of a king knighting a loyal subject. Come to think of it, Wade had looked particularly dejected that day.

"But listen, about this new contract -" Wade said.

Someone knocked on the office door and then pushed it open and came in. Wade swivelled to look. A girl was pushing the door open with her hip and balancing several trays of paper coffee cups. "I've got coffee, Mr Spode," she said. "Oh, you're here too, Mr, uh..."

"Please," said Wade, smiling like a shark, "just call me Wade. I guess you're new here."

"New intern, yeah."

There was something about her that drew Judd's eye and it wasn't just that she was a leggy blonde. His eyes roved from her shoes (plain black flats) up her stockinged calves to her pencil skirt and pale blouse under which her tits swelled - her met her blue eyes and smiled. She looked at him strangely. "I don't know if introduced myself yet, Mr Spode," she said. "I'm Mandy, Mandy Mason. I just started here last week. Here."

They both took a cup and then watched her leave. Wade whistled. "Nice round ass," he said. "She could wear shorter skirts."

"She reminded me of someone," said Judd.

Wade laughed. "Are you kidding?" he said. "She's the spitting image of your ex-wife, just ten years younger. What a babe."

"You're right," said Judd. "That's interesting."

"I'm interested all right," said Wade. "Make you a bet: By this time next week I'll have - yeah, yeah, what is it? Oh, uh, sorry, Mr Arling..."

Mr Arling himself was in the door now. "Ah, there you are, Wade," he said. "Judd, I'm just dropping in to remind you about the meeting we're having in ten minutes. The Banndrof contract."

"Right," said Judd, checking his watch. "I'll be right there."

"Me too," said Wade. "Actually Judd and I were just talking about..."

He droned on as they went to the boardroom.

Mr Banndrof was there with all his lawyers and half the junior executives of Arling/Corden were there along with Mr Arling himself and the meeting dragged on and on as everyone tried to get a word in. Arling kept trying to have certain documents delivered to him and various secretaries and assistants tried and failed to deliver the documents until at last after several hours Mandy appeared with the correct paperwork.

Everyone was too pissed off at the delay to give her proper congratulations. They immediately started arguing over the paperwork but Judd shrugged and leaned back in his chair and looked at Mandy who for some reason had paused at the door to look at him. The moment their eyes met she turned and left the room.

Judd waited a moment and then leaned over to Wade who had just tried unsuccessfully to join the argument and said: "I have to piss. Hold my spot."

"What?"

Judd was already leaving. The halls of the nineteenth floor were quiet and most of the offices were empty. He went straight to his office and as he'd anticipated Mandy was there, sitting on the edge of his desk. Her shoes were on the floor and she was kicking the air with her stockinged feet.

"Boring meeting?" she said.

"Yeah."

He took off his jacket and laid it over the chair and undid the knot on his tie as he approached. She slid up further on the desk and brought her knees together and her lips parted slightly as he got nearer and her eyes widened as he looped the tie around her neck and smiled and pulled her head up to his lips. Her lip gloss was cherry and her tongue was small and eager and hard.

He let her sink back on her ass and she squealed as he grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open spraying buttons everwhere and fumbled for a moment with the clasp of her bra and then bared her big soft tits and long plump nipples. He grabbed a fistful of tit with each hand and pressed into her. She spread her legs and her pencil skirt rode up around her waist baring her little black panties and garters and he pressed the bulge of his pants against her.

She leaned back into the desk, pawing at his arms with her little hands. He jerked open his belt buckle and got his cock out and slid two fingers into her panties and pulled them away from her slick wet cunt. He fixed his gaze on her and saw her mouth pop open and the strangled gasp as he slowly entered her, filling her until her abdomen bulged and his balls were slapping against the desk.

He groped for the tie again and wrapped it around her neck and then pulled it tight. She grabbed his arm with both hands to brace herself and he put one hand on the bare flesh of her upper thigh above the stocking and started fucking her.

He fucked her faster and faster and every time he thrust up to the balls she let out a weak little cry and gripped harder until her face was red and slick with sweat and she was clawing madly at his arm and he was pounding her and knocking over paperweights and scattering pens and papers on the desk. She let out a long low howl like a dying dog and her pussy tightened around her cock as she cummed and he flexed his pelvis and blew his load straight into her.

"Oh god," she gasped, slumped back against his desk. The tie flopped loose over her tits spread flat by gravity against her heaving chest. He reached for his buckle.

"I have to get back to the meeting," he said.

"You do?"

She tried to get up on one elbow but he was already halfway out the door. "Big client," he said. "Very important."

"Wait!" She got up and stumbled after him, tugging down her skirt while her tits flapped around in her ruined blouse. "If you get the client, you'll make me your personal assistant, right?"

"Why?"

She pressed up against him and kissed the bottom of his neck. "I'll be your good luck charm," she said. "Come on. Say yes!"

< = >

"It's unbelievable. The bitch ex-wife is incapable of leaving me alone. Just when I think it's over, she starts getting under my skin. This time she -"

"Well," said Wade, "I should probably get to my office before Arling catches me slacking off. But, uh, I just wanted to say, uh, congrats, Judd. This was a big one for you."

Wade looked distinctly sour and un-congratulatory, Judd thought, but discarded the idea as irrelevant. "Thanks."

"By the way," Wade said, pausing halfway out the door, "where's that intern girl, Mandy? Isn't she your new personal assistant?"

"I'm sure she's around here somewhere," Judd said. "She's got lots of important work to do."

"I guess. If she was my assistant, I'd never let her out of my sight." Wade sighed fondly. "She's hot enough to drive a guy fucking crazy."

"If you say so."

"You never asked."

"Asked what, Wade?"

Wade grinned. "If I got with her."

"You want me to ask?"

"Yeah, ask me."

"Did you get with her, Wade?"

Wade's smirk twisted wickedly. "I'll never tell," he said and left and closed the door. Judd glanced under his desk. Mandy was kneeling there with half his cock in her mouth and her hands on his knees. She couldn't grin but he saw the wicked gleam in her eyes. "Good girl," he said. "Keep sucking."

When he was close he pulled out and grabbed her chin and blew his load on her face. She stood up knock-kneed and grinning stupidly while thick streams of cum trickled down her cheek and dripped into her eye. She gathered up a fingerful and licked it up.

He noticed that instead of the skirt and blouse she wore a dress that fit like a sleeve and hugged her tits and showed more leg than the office dress code probably allowed and that the heel of her shoes was a little higher. She went to lick more cum off her face.

"Wait," he said.

"Mm?"

"Don't wash your face," he said. "I want that asshole Wade to know whose personal assistant you are."

"But what if Mr Arling or something -"

"That's my problem," said Judd. "Do as I say and you'll go far in the business, trust me."

She shrugged. "Okay, Mr Spode."

"Good girl."

Later that day when she brought him lunch he saw the cum dry on her face like tearstains.

"Did Wade see you?" he asked.

"Yeah." She smiled proudly.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, but he looked furious."

"Perfect." He ripped open his box of takeout noodles and waved at her. "Back to business," he said. "But if I could give you one piece of advice - "

"Yes, Mr Spode?" She drew herself up primly.

"Wear something skimpier tomorrow. And higher heels."

"Whatever you say, Mr Spode."

< = >

The next day Wade did not visit his office in the morning.

Neither did Mandy, and therefore Judd had to go down the breakroom himself to obtain coffee. When he returned to his office he discovered a missed call from his divorce lawyer and called back immediately.

He stood at the window with the phone clutched in his fist knuckles twisting with rage.

"She wants WHAT?!" he roared. "The Cadillac? But that was my - I must have spent over, well, at least twice what our damned honeymoon cost... this is unbearable! Does she have no mercy? Is she fucking insane? Hang on, someone's at the door."

It was Mandy, looking sheepish. She wore high heels and a microskirt that barely touched her thighs and bared long spans of slim white leg. Her white button-up was loose and diaphanous and the lacy black bra holding up her tits was clearly visible.

"Sorry," she said, "I was getting my pussy waxed and they went late."

She held out a trembling arm to present the hour-late coffee cup. He scowled and pointed at the floor at his feet.

She rushed into position instantly, dropping to her knees between his legs and tugging open his pants. He put the phone back to his ear. "Still there? Well, am I going to have ANYTHING left after this? Anything at all? Can you tell me that?"

He grabbed a handful of Mandy's hair and jerked her down to the base of his cock. "Mmff!" she whimpered, grabbing his knees. "Tell her I don't give a fuck about the lake house," he said, "but she'll get the car over my dead body. No, don't tell me that!"

Mandy clawed at him begging for air and he loosed his grip for a moment and let her suck in one breath before jamming it back in. "I don't know what I'm paying you for since it seems like you don't do anything. Yeah, yeah, I know, someone has to be the messenger boy... Trust me, you could have it worse." He looked down at Mandy whose face was red and choked with tears. He let her have another gasp of air and then shoved it back in.

"Call me back when you have some good news," he said, and let the phone fall to the floor. He met Mandy's gaze and she stared at him pleadingly with his pubes on her upper lip.

"It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, Mandy," he said. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Mmmfff!"

He let her go and she coughed up a gob of spit on the floor and sucked in breaths.

"Mandy," he said, "do you like being my assistant?"

"Yeah," she gasped.

"Then do something for me," he said. "Whenever I let you up for air, say: 'I'm taking the Cadillac!' Can you do that?"

She pouted. "This isn't about an ex-wife or somet-"

He silenced her with his cock and let her gag on it for a good long time. She came up choking: "I'm taking the Cadillac!"

"You're taking the what?" he growled.

"The - mmffff!"

"I can't hear you," he said, gripping the sides of her head. She squirmed and gagged. The ruins of her makeup streaked her face. "What are you taking? What is it? Say it! Say it!"

"Mmfffgg!"

He felt his cock throb and Mandy squirmed helplessly in his grip as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. He raised his eyes and groaned out loud and let his eyes bug out and saw that Wade was standing open-mouthed in the doorway holding two cups of coffee.

"I, uh, see that you're busy," said Wade.

"Nng."

Judd slumped against his desk, breathing heavily. Mandy scampered over on her knees and starting licking the gob of cum off the tip of his dick. "Oh god," said Wade, and Judd heard the door close.

That evening Mr Arling dropped in to his office. Judd was at his desk surrounded by empty paper cups and heaps of file folders and poring over ledgers.

Mr Arling looked uncharacteristically hesitant. "Evening, Judd."

"Evening, Mr Arling." Judd looked up from the ledger. "Sorry, I was just -"

"I'm sure you're hard at work," said Arling. "I don't mean to interrupt. It's just that, uh - has Miss Mason gone home for the day?"

He checked his watch. "Yeah, I think so."

"Well, I've received a few complaints about, well, about her apparel."

"From who?"

"That's not -"

"Does his name start with W?"

Mr Arling smiled tolerantly. "Mr Spode," he chided. "The issue is just that, uh - well, try to use a little discretion, that's all. And ask Miss Mason to consult the company dress code. This is a respectable business, not a - a whorehouse."

"Naturally, Mr Arling. Anything else I can do for you?"

"Not right now. Just remember - Mr Banndrof will be here tomorrow, in person, to sign. Come to the office early."

< = >

The next morning when Judd came into his office Mandy was already there. She stood at the window and looked over her shoulder at him and her lips parted slightly and her cheeks flushed.

"I was early today," she said.

She'd swapped her heels for four-inch stilettos. His gaze traveled up the fishnet stockings wrapping her legs up to her round bare ass framed by her garters and tiny thong. She turned slowly and he saw that her tight corset barely covered her tits.

"What do you think?" she said.

He let his gaze drift to the pile of paperwork on his desk.

"I have a lot of work to do," he said.

"So what?" She put her finger to her lips and sashayed a few steps closer to him. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me?"

"Actually," he said, "I need you to make copies of the last ten years of Banndrof financials. Make a dozen of each. And get some donuts. It's going to be a long day."

She flounced off sulkily.

Judd settled down to work. An hour Wade appeared looking slightly flushed.

"Jesus, Judd," he said. "Have you seen what Mandy is wearing today?"

"I think so." Judd didn't look up from his papers.

"You think so? How the hell is she getting away with that? If Mr Arling sees her like that he'll -"

"Wade, I'm in the middle of something here. Can this wait?"

Wade scowled. "I'm beginning to see why your wife divorced you."

Judd grit his teeth. "Not today, Wade."

Wade shrugged and left. Soon after Mandy returned lugging an armload of papers. She slammed them down on Judd's desk and leaned over, knees knocking in her heels and breathing heavily so that her tits bounced. "Here you go," she said.

"Great. Now pull up those sales figures from yesterday and get me a dozen more copies of those." He raised his eyes and saw her pouting with her arms crossed. "Hurry up, let's go!" he shouted. "Banndrof will be here in an hour!"

She left looking more pissed than ever. He didn't see her in the next hour and at last he went to the boardroom. Banndrof hadn't arrived yet but Arling was there and Wade was leaning over and telling him something. They both shot glances at Judd as he came in.

"Everything in order, Spode?" said Arling coolly.

"Naturally."

Banndrof soon appeared and the boardroom swelled with occupants and the interminable process of getting the signatures began. The air conditioning failed and everyone started tugging at ties and folding jackets over chairs and fanning heads with stacks of paper. Still Banndrof insisted on arguing every point endlessly and over and over he put off signing.

Arling despaired and sent for cold drinks. Ten minutes later Mandy appeared with a tray. She'd unlaced the corset and her tits sagged fat and naked into the underwire. One fishnet had slid down a little to bare a stretch of white thigh and she teetered on her stilettos. Banndrof stared at her open-mouthed.

"What is this?" he said. "Do you employ whores here, Mr Arling?"

Arling turned an expression of outrage on Judd but Judd had only eyes only for Mandy who had already set aside the tray and was crawling towards him on all fours and licking her lips.

"Miss Mason!" Arling exclaimed. "This is completely inappropriate workplace behavior! Collect your things and get OUT of this building! As for you, Mr Spode - Mr Spode! Miss Mason, WHAT do you think you're doing?!"

Banndrof, mouth still gaping, lowered his gaze to Judd's crotch and Mandy's head bobbing up and down there. She gurgled and slobbered and choked noisily while Judd leaned back and let a slow smile steal across his features.

He locked eyes with Wade who was apparently the only one in the room not too shocked to move. As Wade rose Judd said: "Help yourself, Wade."

Wade made a sputtering sound and then looked at Mandy's bare ass which she was now sticking in the air as she leaned harder into Judd's groin. Judd watched Wade's expression slowly change and Wade came nearer and knelt and grabbed Mandy's hips and tugged the thong aside.

Arling started pounding his fist on the table but nobody was paying attention to him except Banndrof who peeled his eyes from the spectacle and said: "Are things like this common in your office, Mr Arling?"

"I - ah -" Arling looked like he might have an aneurysm.

Mandy fixed her baby blues on Judd and he swore he saw the gleam of the grin in her eyes again just before he cummed down her throat. Wade was still pounding her from behind as Judd slumped back in his chair. He was still gasping when someone slid his chair out of the way. Some accountant had pushed his way forward and was dropping his pants and Mandy was getting his cock in her face.

Judd watched in a daze for a while. He saw Mandy laid against the table getting fucked from both ends and Mandy held up the air between two guys one in each hole, and Mandy bending over knees knocking, and Mandy squatting while the law team jerked off around her. At some point he saw Banndrof holding her arms while Arling fucked her face.

Things got hazy for a while.

Somehow he made it back to his office where he drank a shot from the flask in his drawer and then fell asleep in his chair.

He woke to knocking. He opened his eyes and Mandy came timidly into the room.

She looked a little dazed. She was naked, having lost even her heels at some point, and her entire beautiful body was smeared with cum. It dribbled down her face and into one red eye and her hair was matted with it and some drooled from her mouth.

She looked at him dreamily and smiled, swaying.

"Hey," she croaked, "do you think I can keep my job?"

"Go clean up," he said.

"But about the job -"

"Just go clean up!"

"You're such an asshole," she said.

Moments after she left Arling appeared.

He looked only slightly disheveled and he was wearing a fresh tie.

He looked slowly around the office and at last his gaze settled on Judd. "Mr Spode," he said. "Your personal assistant - Miss Mason, I think her name is. What a remarkable woman. I may have misjudged her earlier."

Judd nodded.

"That's all," said Arling, but he paused with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, and I almost forgot- Bannendorf signed. He seemed very, uh, pleased."

The door clicked shut. Judd leaned back in his chair and swiveled to face the window where for a long time he stared at his own reflection.