EXTRACT FOR
Jo, Company Whore
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

    

    I used my lunch hour to take a walk in the park. For some reason I felt philosophical or maybe I was soul-searching. I bought a couple hotdogs from a street vendor and found an unoccupied bench by the pond. 

    Since I am an honest man, I'll admit that everything was my fault. I was motivated by greed and it's just that simple. I wanted money. I wanted a lot of money and I sat out to get it at any cost.

    My name is Andy Edmond. I'm a senior vice president of a huge investment and trading company. I suppose I should say I'm a brand new senior vice president of the company. I'm married to a wonderful woman who would do anything for me. Betty Jo, or just Jo, as she had always been called, is the love of my life and has been since the very first day we met. That meeting took place during our senior year of college. For me it was love at first sight. Jo took a little while longer to fall in love with me. We married three days after graduation. And we have been constant companions for the past five years. Constant, that is, until last year. That was when the wheels came off the wagon.   Let me back up a bit and explain how I fucked up.

    It was in early spring when the news trickled down to those of us in the trenches that a position had open up on the twentieth floor. That was where the movers and shakers had offices. For those of us in the trenches, the twentieth was something to be highly coveted. 

    The twentieth floor was where the assistants to the VP's and the higher-ups had their domains. It was where the marching orders to us lower forms of life came from. It was a stroke of luck that one of the assistant VP's got run over by a speeding taxi. Good luck for one of us, but bad for the AVP who was smashed. 

    Down where I was, you could actually see the plotting and conniving taking place. Suddenly friendships that had been longstanding were dissolved. Now it was every man and woman for themselves. Like most large companies there was always an undercurrent of politics going on, but now the palace games were in full swing. It was urban survival of the fittest. 

    Like the others I got caught up in it also. I wanted that assistant VP slot so bad I could taste it. I was no different than any of the others who vied for it. For the next few days after we got word of the opening, I spent a lot of time and thought on how to get noticed by Alvin Matthews the VP whose assistant got smashed. He would be the one to choose his new assistant. I had a small advantage. Al's wife, Tina, and Jo were semi-friends. I mean they knew one another from the gym where they both worked-out.

    "Sure I'll cozy up to Tina," Jo assured me after I mentioned the situation to her. "I think we get along all right. I mean we don't take showers together or anything like that," Jo added with a giggle. I mentioned that she should offer to wash Tina's back or whatever it took. Jo laughingly agreed to do whatever she could to help me get the job.

    The status remained quo for the next week or so. I was a nervous wreck. I knew that Alvin was interviewing possible candidates and I hadn't been called up to his office. I couldn't eat or sleep or even think straight. Finally after nearly two weeks, I was called up to Alvin's office for my interview. 

    "Come in, Andy," Alvin said. "Take a seat and tell me about yourself." I managed to get seated without knocking anything off his desk. For the next fifteen minutes he let me stammer and stutter on about me and what I had done and what I could do if given the opportunity.

    "I hear good things about you, Andy," Al said. He had insisted on me calling him Al from the start. "Your performance rating is dammed impressive. Let me tell you about my department. I'm in the wine-um and dine-um division. We get to impress new clients by making sure they have a good time. It's important that everyone in my department is able to meet and impress those clients. Therefore it's important that my people have a wife or husband that can support us, since most of our work is social. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I assured him I was with him all the way. 

    "Good," he said looking sharply at me. "We do whatever is necessary to get the client and keep them. It's unfortunate that Don Allen got killed. He and his wife were real players. They both knew what it took and were one hundred percent onboard.  Don's wife, Alice is a looker and she knew how to use her good looks. How about your wife, Andy? I know she's good looking, but is she onboard with us?"

    I had heard the office rumors, but I really hadn't paid much attention to them. I had heard that Al's department wasn't above hiring hookers to entertain clients, but from what he said I got the impression that there was more to it than that.  My brain was telling me to back off, but my mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

    "Jo is as committed to my career as I am," I said calmly even though I wasn't all that sure about her commitment. It had never actually came up between us. I did feel confident that she would get on board with me because she hated her dead-end job. If I got the promotion she could tell her employer to get fucked. 

    "That's good, Andy," Al said. "My wife tells me that Jo is a good looking woman. She also told me that your wife had suddenly got a lot friendlier these past few weeks." He laughed at my expression. "Hell, Andy, I don't blame you for that maneuver. I would have done the exact same thing if I were in your shoes. It shows me that you're serious about wanting the position. I like that." I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I nearly shit myself at his next words. "I'm going to take you on as a temporary assistant. That will give me an opportunity to see how you work under fire so to speak. If you show me that you are willing and able we can make it permanent."

    Over the roaring in my head I heard him say that I would get an immediate pay bump and that I should move my office to the empty one next to his. I also heard him say that if I didn't work out everything would be reversed. I had enough sense to know if that happened, I wouldn't be going back to my old job. I would be going out the door in disgrace.

    "To get things off right, Tina and I would like to take you and Jo to dinner this evening." I had enough sense to accept his offer and get out of his office before I did something uncouth like kiss his hand or something just as bad. I called Jo at her work and told her the good news. 

    "So I did help?" Jo said after I blurted the good news to her. 

    "Oh hell yes!" I assured her. "I'm not sure I could have pulled it off on my own." I told her about us going to dinner with Al and Tina Matthews. Since we don't get out much she was excited at the prospects. I knew she was already planning on what to wear.

    I'll try to describe my wife. First of all she is beautiful. Yeah, I know husbands are supposed to think that about their wives, but Jo really is drop dead gorgeous. That's not just my opinion. Everybody thinks so. She's petit, being a tad over five feet, but she has a killer body. Her breasts are thirty-four D. They look like soft flesh colored balloons on her chest. Boobs that big are supposed to sag, but Jo's breast seem to defy gravity. She keeps her blonde hair fairly short and always keeps her pubic hair shaved except for a small patch at the top of her slit. Along with her beauty, she is a personable woman. Jo never met a stranger and is out-going and sweet to everybody. I knew she would dress up nice.

***

    The dinner was...well, interesting, I guess is the best way to put it. Not that we didn't have a good time or anything like that. We did. Al and Tina were a fun couple. What I found interesting was the tone of the conversation. It was the first time I ever met Tina Matthews and she was something else. Almost the exact opposite of Jo. Tina is tall, about five eight or nine. Her dark hair is long and where Jo has large boobs, Tina was smallish and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were plainly visible. Also where Jo is rather conservative in her conversation, Tina was frank to the point of being bawdy. She even told some jokes that caused me to blush. 

    Al seemed content that his wife monopolized the conversation with her ribald tales and comments. He even seemed proud of her. Another interesting thing was my wife and how she handled the near vulgar woman. Jo laughed at the jokes and comments at the right place and while I blushed, Jo kept a calm pleasant face. She didn't seem at all upset with Tina. I suspected that she was used to the woman's nasty mouth from the gym. 

    It was later in the evening when Tina said something about a hard man is good to find and Jo agreed. That was when the entire conversation turned sexual. The wine had been flowing and we all were a little giddy. Al mentioned that he would miss Don, the smashed AVP, saying he was a good man.

    "Yes, he certainly was," Tina chimed in. "A damned good man and a hard man is good to find," she said laughing at her cleverly turned phrase, "Don't you agree, Jo?"

    "Absolutely," my wife said. "Always."

    "Ol' Don was always hard or ready to get hard," Tina continued. "Wasn't that big, but always stiff." I know my eyebrows must have raised at that comment, but Al didn't seem to notice. He smiled at Tina and patted her hand.

    "I know you miss him, Tina," Al said. "We all do." I don't know who the "all" was. I hardly knew the man and I certainly didn't miss him.

    "He was great in a threesome," Tina said wiping a tear from her eye. "Do you like threesomes, Jo?"

    "Yes, I do," my wife answered. Her answer nearly floored me. How did she know if she did or not? We hadn't even discussed it. I assumed she was just going along with the conversation and keeping Tina happy.

    "Boy, boy, girl or girl, girl, boy?" Tina inquired.

    "I don't know about girl, girl, boy," Jo answered glancing at me, her expression unruffled. "Never went down that road." What the fuck was she implying? Did she mean she had engaged in threesomes before? Certainly not with me. Again, I assumed, incorrectly as it turned out, that she was just going with the flow of conversation.

    "You have to try the girl, girl, boy thing," Tina said excitedly, now apparently over the loss of Don, the stiff one. "It's great, isn't it, Al?" Al agreed it was indeed great. It wasn't long after that when we decided to call it a night.

***

    "That Tina is something else, isn't she?" I said to Jo. She was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I was laying on the bed in my shorts. I was anticipating getting lucky because wine always made Jo horny.

    "What do you mean?" Jo called back through the open door.

    "For one thing she seems to say whatever crosses her mind," I said. "Totally uninhibited, I'd say."

    "Yes, you are certainly right about that," Jo agreed. "I got to know her pretty well at the gym. She's always like she was tonight."

    "I can't figure Al out," I said looking up as she entered the room. She was wearing an oversize tee-shirt. "He didn't even bat an eye when she talked about threesomes with Don. I wonder if it's true."

    "Of course it is, dummy. Al and Tina are swingers. Didn't you know that?" I hadn't known that. Not that it came as a big surprise. 

    "Swingers? Oh, yeah, swingers. I guess it makes sense now that you mentioned it. Are you sure?"

    "Of course I'm sure. She told me all about it at the gym," Jo said sliding onto the bed beside me. "I got the impression that was how Al got his job." Suddenly some of the things Al had said make sense to me. I was Don's replacement and... My mind went blank for a moment. Then it hit me again. I was Don's replacement in more ways than one! 

    I was still deep in confused thought when Jo pulled my cock out of my shorts and put it in her mouth. It didn't take her long to pull me from my thinking and back to the bed. Jo is a wonderful cocksucker. She is one of those rare women who really enjoys giving head. I had a lot of questions, but I put them on the backburner for the moment and just lost myself in what Jo was doing to me.

    "Cum for me, baby. Shoot the juice for momma," Jo said taking her delicious mouth off of me for a moment. "Fill my mouth with your hot cum." That wasn't unusual. We discovered early on that I lasted a lot longer after she had sucked me off first. "Come on, Andy, let me have...ahh," she said when I erupted in her mouth. As usual she swallowed every drop. Also, as usual, she didn't let me get completely soft. She swung her leg over me and guided my cock into her. She shuddered as she slid down on my cock. That would be the first of two or maybe even three orgasms she would have. The last orgasm would be the one she wanted most of all. She would start to cum, then she would go into a series of climaxes. Bang, bang, bang, and if I hadn't cum by then, that would send me over the edge. It never failed to make my toes curl. That night was no exception. She lay on top of me until the last of her orgasms subsided into a series of small jerks and twitches.

    "Ohh, Andy did momma real good. Thanks baby, I really needed that," she said rolling off of me. "Wow, that was great, honey." I had to agree that it had been good. We both lay still until our breathing was back to normal. She turned the bedside light off and kissed me softly. "Good night sweetie. I have to get to sleep because tomorrow is another damned work day."

    Long after Jo was sleeping sound I lay awake thinking about what I had gotten into. Was this sort of job what I wanted? My last thought before sleep overtook me was Jo and her answer to Tina's question about threesomes.