Group Sex Bishop Takes Knight

Annette couldn't believe it! She'd taken ALL of him back there, and now he was widening the "tunnel of snug" wonderfully by the feel of things! Her fingers remained a frenzied strum upon her starter button. Her other hand clawed and dug into the leather on the chair back as she now looked out at the tops of the buildings and houses, seeing them and not seeing them; her mind a twisted vortex of pain, pleasurable excitement, and the selfish desire for more of what she was getting! It was so thrilling, wicked, and wonderful!

She looked down from her window at the streets, far....far below them. Nobody looked up. Nobody seemed to notice. She realized this was true freedom and true solitude. To be able to do THIS out in plain sight in a city of 9.7 million people; this was something remarkable! Her pain evaporated and left her as she let the setting sun bath her in warm orange light that began to turn to a deeper orange as the light began to refract through a layer of haze. In its place, she felt a primal carnal thrill being pushed up from her guts by Brad's powerful thrusts; her yelps of pain gone and replaced by a wanton joyous growl in her voice OH YES, YES, YES!

She was still "yes yes yessing," when she turned her eyed downward again to the street. Far below on a sidewalk she saw clearly an old woman walking her dog with another old woman. The lady with the dog had stopped and was now making out something on the building. She even pointed up to the "Shard" and the woman with her looked up to see what it was.

A moment later the two women seemed to have exploded with laughter as now both saw the same thing. They clapped their hands and one patted the other on the back as though one had said something terribly funny. One of the pair even appeared to shake both hands clasped together above her head in a gesture of BRAVO! BRAVO!

Had she been seen? Had they seen him? Had they spied both of them perhaps? The building this time of day should have been a radiant mirror reflecting back evening sun, so they couldn't have seen her. COULD THEY? A second later she got her answer when the two old ladies both waved. She did the only acceptable thing and waved back. She may have been naked and been receiving a lovely buggering fifty-five floors up but she was never rude!

The two women now clapped their hands again as if they'd seen something particularly good. They led the dog down the street waiving again back to her. Annette waived back down to them once more. She was pretty certain the two old women wouldn't report it. They seemed to be laughing and enjoying themselves too much now! She was happy to have put on a good show and probably given the two women something to talk about on the way home!

Now new drama erupted as Annette's cellular began to vibrate and buzz on her desk. She knew who it was and for the moment the raucous mood and the lurid spell was shattered. She looked over her shoulder to Brad and he shrugged his shoulders back.

"Oh just get that Brad," she said with a clear and distinct note of annoyance in her voice, "its, CJ. Act as though I am working and then answer it like an intern who is having to work on a Friday when he could be out painting the town red and getting laid!" Brad smirked at the irony of her words and he picked up the phone, (successfully suppressing a laugh in the process).

"Annette's office this is Brad," he answered still gripping her hips with one hand and plowing deep into her pummeled pooper.

"Brad," the voice on the other end said, "this is Caesar. Could you please put Annette on?"

"RIght away CJ," Brad answered as his loins lurched forward to once again to skewer Annette up through her fiery hot hiney, "she's coming back down from the loo!"

"How is the work coming?" he asked Brad.

"Wha?" Brad asked, surprised the big guy was up for a round of small talk, "Oh I thought I'd run out of steam and was in a bit of a tight spot earlier but now things are moving a bit more easily for me! Not nearly as dark and crappy as I'd feared.!"

"Ah," Caesar replied, "now there's a good chap! Crack on! Nothing I need to push from my end or loosen up for you?"

"Oh not at all," Brad reassured him as he yanked at Annette's hips one-handed and slammed himself up into her again, "I found a little resistance here and there, but things are greased nicely now and I've taken matters in hand."

"Good man!" CJ observed, "I was just like you when I was your age. Not afraid to work late, and not afraid to get myself dirty with things at the office!" Brad suppressed a snicker.

"Oh no CJ," Brad replied, "never afraid of a little dirt at the job!"

"That's the spirit!" the big boss cheered," keep pushing forward! Lean into it and plow with vigor! I'm certain you'll prevail what with all the proper tools you have at your disposal!"

"Yes sir," Brad answered, "lean into it and plow. Of course! Yes with vigor, quite! My tools are more than proper, thank you!... OH CJ, here she is....Annette, CJ is on the phone for you!" Annette was trying not to shriek with laughter at the choice of words now but she managed to get her composure together as she was handed the phone.

"Hello darling!," Annette said into the phone, "Oh dear I am sorry Caesar. I know how lovely you must look in that new suit of yours! ...No I'm afraid darling I may be here a great deal longer; I have something pressing I am currently stuck on....What? Have I put Brad on it? Oh he is up to his balls in it sweetie I assure you! No, so sorry but this really couldn't wait and I'm so disappointed really that I couldn't be there." She was now pushing her ass back off the chair; meeting Brad's sledgehammer thrusts as she continued to talk to her husband at his stuffy black-tie affair.

"Oh did they present you with a big plaque?" she said, "You know how I simply adore such things! You have do many on your office wall now!...What? No I'm sorry but if we are here much later, I'll simply just go to my flat in town darling and then come home sometime tomorrow. What?....Golfing tomorrow? Oh that really disappoints me but if you must.... you must! So I'll see you Sunday I suppose!" On the other end the unwittingly cuckolded Caesar J. Preston sighed and said,

"Well it will be all the sweeter when Sunday comes my little pussy willow!" Brad rammed himself again up into her dung-chute with another well placed deep drive of his throbber and Annette let loose with an OOOHHHHH!

"Oooh WHAT my kitten?" CJ asked. Annette was paralyzed with fright for a spine chilling second and then thought quickly saying to her husband,

"OHHH CAESAR!" she said, " I meant OOOH, as I just thought of something perfectly wicked. Listen Brad just left the room for something so I'll talk quickly. I just wanted to see if maybe on Sunday you and I could do that THING we did at the cottage on my birthday last year? Yes my captain of industry... can you make a girl feel all randy and naughty, please?" The old cuckholded fool took the bait and grinned like a fox.

"Of course my dear! I'll find the keys those handcuffs and I believe we've still got those two robes we bought in Japan!" He really had no idea how ridiculous he looked with his little bony white knees sticking out from under that robe under his pot belly. Annette rolled her eyes in disgust (remembering something truly revolting and distasteful for her), but hey; it was done now! She'd bought herself tonight and tomorrow night away from the house with CJ. Sunday she'd have to undress that pale little body of his and handcuff it to a bed for ten minutes of wifely duty before she'd then be able to release him and he'd be good for another fortnight hopefully!

"Ohhh dearest," she said into the phone, "I simply cannot tell you how the thought makes me feel!"

"Right!" CJ answered, "listen darling I must get back to the dinner. Please don't stay up too late at the office getting battered and wrecked! You've got Brad there to help push things through! He's a good stout solid fellow!"

"That I can assure you off Darling!" she answered as the top of her head now plowed into the leather upholstered back of the chair.

"Well," CJ answered, "just don't wear that plow horse out, mind you my dear. It is Friday on a lovely evening. If I was him I'd be thinking about getting laid with some woman! I wouldn't want to be the one who keeps him from such activities!"

"Oh yes CJ," she said, "most certainly. I assure you nothing will prevent him from that! In fact I'll see to it personally that he gets off shortly!.....Alright bye now! Good bye darling! Yes...I love you terribly!" She hung up the phone and uttered and irritated YECCCHHHHKKK of disgust and annoyance at having been distracted. The pushin' in her bum cushion brought her out of her funk and she was happy for it!

Now that she'd finished her council with the great Caesar; she was happy to return her attentions to "Brad the Impaler." She turned the phone off and resumed her naughty little anal rutt-fest! The hall outside again rang with unbridled cries of deliriously happy torture!

Brad, had by now after several minutes in Annette's tight back alley found his member restored to its wonderfully painful throbbing glory. It was good that she'd throated him into spending his seed. He doubted he would've been able to last this long in a bum-chute so magnificent, warm, and tight as this! Thanks to Annette's marvelous blowjob earlier; he was now able to operate with more control and really show her what his engine could do as he flirted with his "inner redline!"

Oh.... but she was an exquisite one! He loved the way she shrieked and wailed and now that she began cursing and swearing at each deliciously horny thrust up her arse; it was all the better. To him, it was really a pleasant surprise! She was a regular potty -outh in the heat of passion by the sound of things. He loved that; perfect lady in the boardroom one minute; wanton tart with a nasty mouth over the back of her chair taking it up her naughty pink backdoor the next!

To tell the truth he couldn't have dreamed this! ... Well that's not entirely true; he'd had a dream about this sort of thing a few weeks ago. In the dream, this very powerful boss woman had pulled up in her black company limo behind him as he walked to the tube on his way home. The driver had gotten out and shouted to him, (making him turn to see who it was). The man opened the door to the limo and Annette face peered out at him.

"Get in," she shouted, "there is no time to explain!" Brad turned to the doorway and stepped into the limo. As he did he glanced at the chauffeur's face. He noticed the man had a zipper for a mouth that had been unzipped opened. He seemed not to look at him beneath his sunglasses. Curious, why would he wear sunglasses at night when driving?

Brad shrugged and got in. He should have known it was a dream; his long dead grandfather leading an elephant down the sidewalk past the vehicle should have been a strong clue. Brad and his grandfather made eye contact through the open door and exchanged smiles and waives before he turned to Annette.

"I am so glad I found you Brad!" Annette said as he settled into the back seat next to her as the door closed behind him. She wore a broad ladies hat and a luxuriously long fur coat. She slid dangerously close to him on the seat.

"I've been looking everywhere for you Brad and for so long!" she said.

"How long he," he asked.

"Years," she answered, "Now relax, and let me help you!"

"Help me?" he asked.

"Yes," she said as she opened her fur robe to bare her magnificent naked form to him, "it's obvious to me that we can help each other!" Her hands worked his belt and zipper until his trousers were at his ankles. His erect throbber found its way into her hand and Brad could swear his one eyed trouser snake turned back and winked at him.

"Mrs. Bishop," the chauffeur said peering over the seat with his sunglasses off (showing two opaque eyes that were obviously blind), "where to and for how long?"

"For the rest of the journey Edwin," she answered, "and it could take ten minutes or five decades. I haven't decided yet and neither has fate." Edwin nodded and replaced his glasses before he zipped his mouth shut. He disappeared behind the partition that Annette slowly raised using the console button. The limo began to move out into traffic and in the rear of the car behind coalmine dark windows, both Annette and Brad were now alone.

"Edwin is such a good driver," Annette said as she brought her face down to Brad's lap and looked up at him with a wink, "and you can see from his face that he sees and says nothing!" Her mouth dropped down and sucked his cock for a few marvelous wet strokes before she raised herself up and straddled him saying,

"You'll be magnificently rewarded if you can do the same!" She kissed him and lowered her quim onto his cock. As they began to fuck she opened her furs and completely swallowed him into then. He was suddenly engulfed in the furry robes and at the same time falling, through the seat with her, out of the car, down through the street, and down ..down ..down in a surreal freefall straight through the rabbit hole! The two were locked together in a torrid fuck as she continued to hold him fast in her furry robes as they fell. Grinding on him and laughing liked she was being tickled from a thousand directions. They fucked and fell and fell and ....WHAAAHHHHHH!

Brad awoke that night in his bed; confused and sporting an erection worthy of Stonehenge itself! He looked at the clock. It was two thirty in the morning. He found a tissue by the bedside and killed this troubling erection with a good hard five minute wank and release straight into the Kleenex and then he was asleep again.

The dream had disturbed him that morning, but it had aroused him at the same time; put a weed in the back of his noggin that he couldn't simply pull up by the roots! He couldn't look at Annette in the face that morning at work but he hadn't forgotten that dream, (and that night back at his flat when he was home from work he rubbed one out in her honor). She was the boss, (and a hard one to please at that) but something from his dream stuck in his head and began renting a studio apartment up in there and something about this powerful woman really put the sexual hook in him!

Now it was weeks later. As his cock bobsledded the insides of the boss's beautiful bouncing bum, Brad for the life of him couldn't believe how dreams and the real world had come together so closely! It was eerie, even prophetic. Still he wasn't complaining in the least!

He loved the way she felt inside. He hated using the word "goddess" when describing women he'd "been with" (as he thought the term somewhat overused), but with her; he thought that he might want to make an exception! His cock felt wave upon thrilling wave of pleasure as it pushed up inside the warm exhaust port to her inner core! He also loved that no matter how far and hard he pushed in; like a world class female athlete she rammed herself down upon him, (urging him on and swearing heartfelt foul encouragement all the way)!

He was beginning to feel that old familiar tickle in his cock as the tip plunged deep into the rich hot earthiness of her rear passage; a wonderfully snug tunnel of primal feminine decadence that seemed to never end for him! Her clit was going absolutely mad now from the frenzied ravages of her own fingers as they rapidly plucked and strummed a furious Spanish guitar solo on her battered swollen pink! The cock thrusts increasingly found her G-spot at glancing blows as his penis again and again rushed past and up through her innards like a hurtling subway train!

She began to tremble and he began to twitch. They both picked up the pace. Something was going to happen to them both together right here in the chair and it would seize them both together!

"OH DEAR GOD BRAD LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAAAAAAA...UNNHH!" Annette shrieked at the top of her lungs; unable to finish her sentence and losing all control as her trembling voice merely transformed itself into a loud and anguished primitive sobbing EEEEYAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! of supreme joy! Her cunt gaped and splattered a downpour of orgasmic piddle; drenching her chair as her pretty head shook from side to side from the cataclysmic "cum-quake" that seemed to split her apart!

Brand snarled and then roared from deep down inside his belly with a strangled animal call of AAARRRRGGHHHH! UUUHH! UUUUGGGHHHH! AAAHH! as his loins simply exploded! He pulled Annette by the hips straight down onto his monster cock as it now spewed generous jets of hot molten seed deep up into her entrails; spouting and spouting until her insides were completely covered in a thick coat of penis plaster! The jetting "mangasms" seemed to continue forever for the two of them, as did her shaking and dripping but then the two really had no earthly idea how long they'd cum for, nor did they care. They hadn't seized the moment as much BEEN seized by it and now that very same moment was shaking them both like a pair of dice on a green felt table in a Riviera casino!

There was a pregnant pause; much like the silence that follows a colossal train collision as the two caught their breath, covered in sweat and the animalistic smell their post fuck funk. Then there was ...........laughter; huge hearty laughter!

It was laughter that was fueled by the joy of a spectacular release that had shaken them to their very cores and yet had not killed them! It was the laughter of surviving something huge, and of triumph, and of shared experience. Wonderful shared experience!

They uncoupled from one another. Brad pulled his cock from Annette's battered bum and noticed her gaping bottom-hole. His seed ran down from her opening freely and for a moment her bum resembled a stuffed eclair spilling its cream.

In the aftermath of what had happened, neither of them cared about mess, smells, or dribbles as they both were now basking in a joyful collaborative glow of post orgasmic bliss! They were like a team of gladiators who had struck down every foe in the arena and now looked for each other across the gore and sand with arms spread wide in triumph!

She turned and stepped from her chair and she flung her arms up around him. He crushed her in her arms and lifted her until her feet came off the floor and two pairs of wet lips pushed together hard in tender intimacy! He bent forward and swept her off her feet; scooping her up in his arms as though he would carry her across a threshold while both their mouths continued to mash together in frenzied kissing! She felt completely weak in his arms and he truly felt like a conquering warrior who'd swept his prize up from the site of some great field of conflict and was going to toss her up atop his steed before riding off into the setting sun with her!

"Lie with me on my desk. Let's see the sun go down!" she said with a better idea that would not require him learning to horseback riding on such short notice. He kicked the chair out of the way so as not to block their view and then he set her atop her desk, joining her a second later. The two cooed and cuddled and kissed and caressed as the orange-red ball sank lower and lower until it began to melt into the horizon. Her office was a wreck. It was a good thing the executive loo was well stocked with paper towels!

They snuggled close and shared the quiet smiling intimate silence together with her half eaten duck, the monitor, and her keyboard pushed to one-side, the portfolios and proposals shoved to the other, dangerously close to falling to the floor. They were content, they were happy, they were curious. He was amazed at finding such a beauty and she was content to find a strong champion like this one. He made her feel so good; so honestly good! Where had he been all these years! Playing video games and getting out of braces she joked quietly in the back of her mind. She chuckled.

He chuckled wanting know what it was and she shook her head saying that it was not important before she pulled his face to hers and kissed him again. She knew she'd found what she wanted. Letting him know right now and spoiling the moment with words was stupid and unnecessary she told herself. The pair continued to chew lips, rub faces, and each other's shoulders as the office grew redder and darker in the dying purple of a marvelous June sunset. She broke the kiss.

She licked down his chin, down his neck and down his shoulders. She kicked a leg and in one fluid motion the lovely half ballerina- half Siamese cat of a woman draped herself over him like a warm blanket and she continued to kiss upon him; going down down down. She found his chest, and his nipples, and his navel and the corduroy rows of his six-pack. She kissed down his thin happy-trail line of pubic hair from his navel. Making sure to stay on the path of hair so as not to get lost; she arrived at his sleeping cock. She began to kiss and suck, and wank. A strong hand found her hair and fingers gently raked through her scalp in appreciative clutches and tugs of gratitude.

In minutes the sun was down and the sky glowed a glazed fiery purple. In stark contrast, Brad was "up" and the two lovers glowed with passionate anticipation of "one more go" in the darkness of the room. Annette mounted him and eased herself down on that telegraph-pole cock of his with happy gasps smiles and shudders! She lay forward onto him with his cock stabbing up into her sex hole and her clit grinding against him with a friction she was particularly hungry for! Lips collided together once more and his hands parted her bum cheeks to allow a wiggling finger of his into her asshole up to the knuckle.

She squealed a muffled happy call of excitement into his mouth, happy to have all holes "seen to" by him and attended to with such care! The darkness was punctuated by the sound of more wet kisses, flesh moving over flesh, whispers in the shadows, and happy giggles. It had been all hard pounding athletic lust before. Now there in the depths of the twilight it was happy intimate lovemaking. They made each other very happy!

The two forms began to move faster and faster in the dim light of sundown. A pair of unseen eyes stared at them appreciatively, noting their every move and enjoying every sound they made. Below the spying eyes; fingers and hands paused from vigorous self-pleasure to unfasten restrictive clothing for a moment and make garments drop to the floor. The hands then resumed the inspired self-agitation as two nostrils flared and puffed silently before the ever watchful eyes of the voyeur.

The spy now saw Annette hop and bounce upon Brad's cock and ears heard the boss lady tell the stallion underneath that he could "split her" in two with that thing of his for all she cared! The voyeur took a sip of air through quivering lips as hands down below found just the right speed and friction to match what Annette was feeling at the moment! The boss lady now arched her back and allowed Brad to suckle and chew at her nipples; making the heart of the watcher in the darkness skip a beat with envy!

The eyes blinked intently as Brad chewed Annette's gumdrop nipples and made his corporate 'lover in chief" wheeze and gasp. She cooed and whimpered; kissing him on the top of his jet black hair and cradling his head like a mother. The lips of the voyeur matched Annette's raspy wheeze as the spy's pulse raced from the work of the unseen hands and the eyes and ears kept feeding on the beautiful feast of pure love now set upon the table like some beautiful banquet; that they had as yet no invitation to!

The lovers on the table moved faster now as their energy and ardor began to build. Annette's earlier rants of obscene cursing and suggestions of what she wished him to do to her all night long were replaced by the warm velvet words of one lover to another in his ear. The ears of the voyeur strained and picked up each wonderful syllable uttered from Annette's lips and their heart melted with happiness if not with a small twinge of jealousy!

Brad's mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue now had transformed Annette's nipples into what would best be described as a pair of swollen maraschino cherrie. Her breasts heaved and her breath huffed and puffed like a lusty steam engine! Her girly-loins ground and mashed down hard upon him and she wished she could send him up even deeper into her juicing sex; so far up inside her that his he could give her a shoulder rub from the inside with the tip of that cock! Oh he was JUST THAT GOOD! She had everything she needed now; everything except that one beautiful happy feminine something SOMETHING that normally made her feel.......

Brad felt the approach of his ball-gasm but it was still a ways off. It was as if an emergency siren had whistled its approach; he was ready and he wanted it! He also sensed Annette was getting "there" again as well. His lips left her bee stung nipples and made their way up the salty skin of her breasts to her collar bone; before pushing on to her undefended neck!

As he fed and wolfed at that particularly scrumptious delicacy, she began to moan and sob and laugh all at the same time. The wet meaty sounds of their desktop frolic were music to the ears of the voyeur: who also could tell Brad was close and what's more, could tell Annette was even closer by her impassioned calls and fevered mewing! It was as if all the sensations had thrown Annette's reactor deep over past the redline; making her thrash and buck her hips even harder while her hands now savagely tore at Brad's hair!

His lips and tongue now moved up from her neck to wetly "tongue-fuck" her ear; making her squeak in the shadows of the office with joyful glee, sounding like a rubber balloon that was slowly releasing its air! Her fingernails clawed his scalp and neck with gratitude as she urged her hungry "neck hound" to continue his meal! She'd have willingly been his bit of wet kibble to devour by now! The boss was becoming the slave to this thing between them just as much as the intern was now becoming a steward to it; this molten plasma flame that threatened to burn them both to a pair of cinders, and still she urged him on! Life for her without danger was no life at all and now atop her desk fucking him with reckless abandon, all the danger of the world meant nothing if she could only have HIM..... IT........THIS!

The two mouths now each found another. Teeth chewed and gorged upon puckered swollen lips as tongues tasted and wanted more of this meal! Saliva became mixed in a hearty "him and her" chemical stew and pheromones rushed together in a super-collision again and again at light speed; creating a hypnotic and intoxicating fusion that could best be described now as the essence of "them!" Yes THEM! No longer a "he" and a "she," they'd fused and bonded into a whole new alloy of thousand degree white hot "THEM," sizzling and glowing in what felt like an all-consuming chain reaction deep inside the two...and the one!

Annette pulled her mouth from his to gasp for air as her mind and libido now hurtled forward out of control, frantically humping and grinding Brad as she realized she couldn't stop this if she'd tried or had even wanted to! Her eyes stared at the open door as her core approached meltdown. She saw the figure behind the glass, peering through the office blinds and jerking its limbs against itself in frantic self-abuse! With her last bit of conscious will, Annette made eye contact with the figure and nodded her head as if to acknowledge that it was "alright" and "all would be as planned!" The shadowy figure nodded from behind the blinds in a wheezing hiss as it continued to frig upon itself, now bonded by energy with the lovers on the table!

Meanwhile, Brad now felt "IT's" impending arrival just moments away! Like Annette; he couldn't stop it if he'd desired to, but instead he simply pushed "IT" onward; hurtling down this psycho-sexual super collider pathway to meet whatever it was Annette had sent hurtling from the other side of the course! His fingers (all four), had found their way into her anus and were feverishly hand-buggering her stretched bum-hole while his cock slammed hard up to meet her descending hips in a meaty wet SMACK SMACK SMACK! He glanced up and saw Annette nod her pretty head wide-mouthed and gasping at something unseen and at the office entrance. He looked up and back to the door and saw.

From behind blinds Shelby stepped from her pile of discarded clothes and stood in the office doorway. For a second she stood in the entrance, masturbating and twisting her nipples in her hands; her face a mask of pent up sexual ardor and voyeuristic energy that made her look as if she might explode in a million pieces! She moved straight-on into the room, still abusing herself with frenzied hands.

Shelby now stood directly before them in front of the desk; hovering over them and swept away by the image of the two lovers before her. Two had become one and now a third had joined that one! She reached out a hand to them and grasped Annette's fingers in a gesture of shared sisterhood that appreciated the supreme wonderment of the moment! She leaned forward over Brad and kissed Annette on the mouth and then she kissed Brad! A second later it happened.

Shelby threw back her head to stare up and the ceiling as she released a tortured anguished scream of AAAAAGGGHHHH! OOOHH! AAGGHHHHHHHHH! She splattered the office floor in a quaking series of splashing piddles while her hand feverishly danced in the middle of her cascade! Annette like a sympathetic alpha she-wolf calling to one of her pack; raised her head up and responded with a shaking howl of EEEYYAAAAWWW! OOOOOHHHHHHH! AAAANNNNNHHHHHH! as she gushed a piping hot stream of her own splatter-gasm on Brad's loins. Down below her, Brad's balls went tight as a snare-drum and he released a raging triumphant war-cry of AH! AHHH! AAAAAWWW! AAARGGGHHHHHH!

He shook his head snarling from side to side and bucked his hips as his very own crescendo sprayed deep into Annette's quim-hole in a torrent of scalding Brad-batter! To complete the performance, the three voices now rose and became one perfectly harmonized note of climactic release and triumphant loving joy! It echoed against the panes of glass, through the office, down the hall, into the break areas and back again in the dim red glow of the London Twilight as it waved good-bye to the day and welcomed the night.

The aftermath was that of devastation amidst quiet. The scene in the dark room resembled the eerie calm of a landscape where two armies had clashed in the early evening until darkness had made the struggling combatants unable to see one another and the fray had ceased. The air was heavy with sex, sweat, and the sound of water running down the hall. Atop a pile of scattered clothes on the floor, lay still another pile of scattered brochures and portfolios that had slid off the edge of the desk but would probably not be looked at that weekend. Another pile of clothes lay in the entryway. On the other side of the desk Annette's cell-phone had been kicked on the floor and lay face down. Dangerously close to the edge of the desk; Annette's monitor, keyboard and desk phone were one nudge away from joining it on the floor and next to them, her half-eaten Duck à l'orange sat cold; its orange sauce having served its diner very well twice that evening!

Down the hallway, the voices of three souls echoed on the tiles of the ladies executive washroom. Inside in the steam and the spritzing hot water, Annette, Brad, and Shelby had crowded into one of the three shower stalls and were soaping each other's bodies. The spirit was that of happy intimacy.

"Well done Shelby," Annette said as Brad stood soaping her breasts from behind and pressing his sudsy penis playfully up the crack of her ass.

"How so Annette?" Shelby replied standing below the shower stream.

"By going down to the next floor," Annette replied playfully wriggling her bum up and down Brad's throbber as it slewed between the soapy crack-channel of her ass cheeks.

"You knew that file was not down there," Annette continued, "and you still went down. You knew it was a wild good chase and yet you hunted and dug around. You then took your time and when you saw what was going on in the room, you stayed outside and watched." Annette turned around and hugged the soapy sudsy Brad-hunk in her arms and kissed him saying,

"You let me have this one all to myself until I called you in at the end! As I said before...well done!" She then turned her face up to Brad and congratulated him.

"And you! You had the common sense and the bravery to get up and leave my office when you realized I was treating you like a doormat! You have fight and you stick up for yourself! I like that in a man....and a lover!" She kissed him again and then opened her arms to pull Shelby in with them for a three-way embrace. Annette now had an announcement.

"Well," she said, "now that Mama Lion has her two cubs all bathed and cleaned, I have another something to tell you. You've seen you last paycheck as interns." Shelby and Brad looked at each other.

"Your next pay period," Annette said grandly, "will be that as full-fledged employees of this corporation. I will announce Monday that your internship is over. You will now have full salary and benefits." Shelby and Brad looked at each other in stunned silence.

"You'll both be my special projects directors," she informed them in the spray of the shower head, "and you will be direct reports - TO ME! I didn't raise two cubs just to have them stray so far from my den. I have ....designs for you both."

The three exchanged soap bubble infused hugs and then Brad and Shelby kissed. Her hand found his cock and wanked it in front of a completely permissive Annette who hadn't slightest pang of jealousy. The three would be sharing a lot in the future and a boy-toy between boss and "female disciple" was nothing to fight over! She'd even told them that she'd share Shelby with Brad despite the fact she absolutely adored the girl's gentle touch! No, there was no room for greed when there was so much wealth, power, sex, and adventure to share!

"Oh and Brad," Annette said," you won't be living much more at that microscopic east end flat of yours." He looked at her in wonderment.

"I am moving you and Shelby into a comfortable little something of mine. It will be where I can know where you are, how you are doing, and how I can keep tabs on my two cubs! I hope you two like each other! It's my conditions. What do you say?"

"What is not to say YES to?" Brad answered as Shelby nodded. The two hugged and kissed again and the hugs and kisses went again to the "lover in chief," Annette. From there on in; they were hers -and the company's! The company could have them through the day. It was at night; after hours where Annette would truly need them anyhow! It was a good thing she could always get a suite in the Shangri-La hotel downstairs with little notice if she so desired; an arrangement she'd worked out with the hotel's owner.

Did it matter that she was handing the reins of power so early to ones so young? Did it mattered that she'd disregarded company protocols and circumvented about a score of corporate hiring regulations and policies? Did it matter that a certain amount of her decision had nothing to with their talents and had everything to do with the fact that at a very romantic and polyamorous level they made her wickedly happy? The selfish side of her mind would have simply said, "not in the least!" Let Rome burn, for all she cared.... let the whole thing burn and when she was through, there'd be a new Rome, with HER passing the torch to these two!

The three exited the shower with towels around their waists. They dressed in the office and then picked up the room so as to not make it so obvious what had occurred there. Shelby, eager little helper that she was applied a tower to the piddle spots on the floor and them sopped up the damp bog of wetness in her bosses' chair. It was a start to get the office ship-shape so no-body would be the wiser. As the three headed for the elevator to go down and be done with the "work day," the double doors opened. Out stepped Fahima, the cleaning lady.

"Fahima," Annette Beamed and hugged the thirty-two year old maid, "I am so glad to find you here!"

"Mrs. Bishop?" the Mid-Eastern lady replied as she pulled her trolley of mops and cleaning supplies from the lift , "were you working late?"

"Yes dear," Annette answered speaking low like a cat who had enjoyed a particularly good canary, "I have a Code Blue in my office." Fahima looked at the two young people and then she looked back at the forty-three year old libertine woman standing in front her and smiled. She understood.

"It shall be as if none of you were even there!" she said, knowing that a little extra sum of money would come her way to buy her silence; just as it had been bought before several times! Annette liked to work late. Janitors and maids saw things and when enough gold passed their palms they saw nothing. The three took the lift down to the lobby of the Shard building. In the lift, Annette turned to Brad saying,

"Oh and one more thing work related. Forget what I said about Michael Stevens being an old fossil of Marketing. I was saying it for effect. He is actually the most skilled subject matter expert you could ask for!" Brad stared back at her and comprehended now just how completely she'd gotten inside his head and manipulated him. He nodded as though he'd been given a free lesson in bluffing while Annette continued.

"What were your plans if we had not stayed late Brad?" Annette asked.

"Was going to get a pint with friends. I might still be able to catch them!"

"Forget it," Annette said as they reached the ground floor, "your taste in clothes for heading out is simply awful! You need to be dressed by a woman."

"Besides," she said as the lift doors opened and the three emerged with Annette in the middle striding confidently before phoning for the car to come-around, "I have outfits I've purchased for you tonight at my flat...and my darlings - WE ARE GOING OUT!"

They stepped out across the lobby and then they waited inside the doors for the car to come out in front. Annette, Brad, and Shelby walked to the curb. The driver opened the doors for them and they disappeared inside. The cab with its "coal mine dark" windows drove down the street and off to the West with lurid adventures that evening still ahead for its three occupants. Bishop had taken Knight!​