Going Places (Sex in the Office and The Corporate Ladder) *ON HAITUS*

Mary as an Ally

Parental discretion is advsed...The following Chapter has a Female vs Female sex scene. If that offends you, please don't read.

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Forgive me for laughing, but OpenSoft was the biggest bunch of losers. Joe was a good software programmer, but a lousy business man. He didn’t know what hit him when I showed up. Everybody in the office knew he and I were seeing each other, and he didn’t care. I think he thought he was in love. I hadn’t even fucked him yet and he was talking marriage and the like. Those programming geeks always fall in love fast and they fall in love hard. Joe may look good, but he still was just a nerd looking for a joystick.

The three amigos also knew how to sling code with the best of them, but they couldn’t do much else. Larry, Carl, and Barry were a waste of time but at least Carl was a nice guy to have around. But business ain’t got no time for a nice guy.

Mary was something else. She was a good programmer, but she was attempting to do some of the public relations before I got there. But like most programmer nerd types she didn’t have the social skills to pull off interaction with anything but a computer keyboard.

As time went on Mary got more and more hostile with me. After a couple months of me seeing Joe, Mary and I were working late. She cornered me in the break room she looked angry. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, she just needed to brush up a little. She walked pass me the break room.

“Fucking your way to the top is not the way to do it.” Mary said under her breath.

“Pardon me?” I asked

“FUCKING YOUR WAY TO THE TOP is not the way to do it.” She said clearly.

“Would you rather I fuck my way to the bottom?” I asked with a sly grin.

“I would rather you work your way like the rest of us.”

“How long have you been here Mary?” I asked.

“Since the beginning.”

“You work harder than any of the rest of the boys. You even work harder than Joe. And how far have you advanced?”

“I got plans Becky, but you wouldn’t know about them.”

I walked over to her and said, “Mary, the boys attempt to hold us down, and you are playing their game? Why not use what you have to your advantage?”

“What I have?” Mary said.

I ripped the bun in her hair open. And her long flowing hair fell down. “See look at that. Your hair causes your eyes to pop. Why do you insist on keeping it in that damn bun?”

I then slowly popped the top buttons on her blouse. And it showed a little cleavage. She did not have large breasts, but they were perky and firm. I reached for them and squeezed, “These will get you more promotions than all the work you have done to this point.”

Mary moaned. I was surprised as Mary appeared to get aroused. I continued. I hiked up her business skirt and said, “Stop dragging the ground with your clothes like you are Amish.” She had nice long, slender, and muscular legs. I slowly caressed them. “These are your ticket.”

I took her glasses off. I don’t know if I was tired or just horny, but I then said, “You are beautiful Mary.”

She grabbed me and we kissed. I could tell it had been a long time since she had gotten any. While I am not a lesbian, I enjoy sex with either gender as long as it is good sex. And Mary, well she was good sex. Our lips touched as our tongues went at it.

Our hands were exploring each other’s body. She left the lip lock and began sucking my body. Her tongue did rings around my breasts while her hands found traversed around my butt. I had to coax her to go towards the bundle of nerves. She dropped to her knees and did things with her tongue that caused me to scream.

My knees began to buckle and I picked her up as we began to kiss even further. I found a desk and laid her down on it and used my tongue to send her into ecstasy. She yelled loudly. We laid there for a little while and I finally said, “Wow…”

She said, “Well, I’m not a lesbian if that’s what you are thinking and I don’t want you to think that I want anything more than a professional relationship.”

I laughed and said, “Who cares, and now it is your turn to finish.” We went at it about 30 more minutes.

From that point on Mary was my strongest ally, even more than Joe. And she also began to dress like a woman rather than like someone trying to be one of the boys. Every Thursday evening we scheduled another romp in the office until I left OpenSoft. And Mary turned into a business monster. We still trade secrets as well as other things every once in a while.