Story: After Hours (Part 2)

AFTER HOURS
Part 2

By Tcheser

Janie stood on the stone stoop outside the large suburban half timber home perplexed. It was a very nice looking house she noticed absently as she shifted her weight from foot to foot awkwardly before the grand home. It was three stories, had a four car garage and was set on at least two acres. She knew she was clearly delaying ringing the bell while she tried to make sense of things, but she couldn't help it. She was confused. Why was she here at her most hated boss’s home on a Saturday afternoon?

She recalled hazily how she had come to this point. After yesterdays humiliating incident in her bosses office she had wanted nothing more then to go home and never see him again. She didn't even care about ever going back to that job either. On the bus ride home huddled in the back trying to avoid looking other riders in the eye she had planned to turn in her resignation and find another job somewhere else. She was willing to put up with more travel time, less pay, fewer benefits, just about anything not to have to face Mr. Mann and his bloody office again.

That remained her plan too all through Friday night. She went home and showered, changed into a sleek and sexy party outfit. She knew she was mouthwatering in it and couldn't help but have dirty thoughts as she strapped on her obscenely high heeled shoes. She felt a real wanton urge come over herself. She almost stopped dressing right then and pleasured herself however just then her girlfriends from college showed up. So that would have to wait she told herself. Her friends always cheered her up though so she didn't mind.


They talked for a bit and then they all went out to blow off some steam. They went to their favorite bar where she spent most of the night bad mouthing her boss and telling lies about how she stood up for herself. She said she told him off and popped him one for his lechery. Her girlfriends ate it all up and congratulated her for her determination and for being such a strong modern woman. Little did they know that her confrontation had gone very much the opposite way in fact. Janie felt a little guilty for lying about it, but the alcohol swept such emotions away.

After drinking, smoking and dancing till the wee hours of the night Janie and her friends finally called it a night. Janie only managed to make it home with a kind gentleman’s help. His name was Rick and he was a friend of a friend and a nice enough guy so she let him feel her up in the cab as they made out. She didn't intend to let things go very far with this man, but somehow they did. She let him in for a quick nightcap when he suggested it and that led somehow to more.

She had made Rick and herself a drink and they were sitting on her sofa listening to some music when his hands went a little further then she thought they should. His hand went all the way up her skirt and into her panties. She felt very grateful for his help it was true but wasn't he taking a few too many liberties she thought. For a moment she seriously considered extricating herself from the situation. She had just met Rick after all even if she was really horny. He seemed to notice her stiffen but didn't stop. “You want this as bad as I do don’t you?” he asked as he started to slide off her panties. She tried halfheartedly to keep them, but he brushed her hand away. Then he looked at her with such desire that she just melted. The heat in her loins was too much for her to bear. She looked away shamefully and let him have his way with her.

Soon enough she was naked and in bed with Rick just as naked on top of her and when he wanted to slip his manhood into her moist cunny she couldn't help but oblige for some reason. She told herself it was normal, probably just the alcohol getting her all aroused. That was okay wasn't it? She wondered if he thought she was a cheap date and that idea only made her wetter. A good thing too as his manhood pushed her to her limits and he was a bit rough with her. When Rick put his cock in her mouth at one point it was so sudden she nearly choked on it.

After a spirited romp where he used her every hole he finally finished up in her pussy. Then he came a torrent onto her soft flat belly. She felt so used and came right after that. He left not long after as he said he had an important meeting early the next day.

The next morning she awoke late. She was rather lazy on Saturdays normally and this day she had special reasons to be tired. After a long luxurious bath she had a nice big breakfast. Wearing her favorite fluffy robe she then sat down in front of her PC in the den and started looking for some job leads. She got about as far as checking her email.

There was a message from her boss. Mr. Mann. She almost didn't read it, but he was still her boss at the moment even if she was intending to quit. So she read it. The email began with an apology for odd behavior on the part of Mr. Mann. He said he hadn't been feeling well and was sorry if any of his peculiarities had caused her any distress. Intrigued she read on as her boss explained some rather dry office policy memos he wished for her to distribute at her earliest convenience. Soon she grew tired of the seemingly endless correspondence, but read on till the end. Only there did she find anything the least bit stressing. As a postscript Mr. Mann had invited, no it was more like he strongly encouraged, her to come to his home office this very Saturday afternoon around two so he go over some details of new office policy with her.

That was strange she thought at first and made up her mind not to do as he said. His request was unprofessional and unwarranted. She instead decided to turn her attention to her job search. She was trying to pull up her address book to find some professional contacts though when she suddenly had a change of mind. She would go to Mr. Mann’s house. She wanted to tell him to his face how inappropriate his request was. At least that was what she told herself.

The day was already getting away from her though so she had to hurry and get ready and go. Racing about as she did on weekday mornings she hurried to get dressed to see her boss. She wanted to look professional today so she dressed with care. She put her hair back, wore sedate makeup, and wore an outfit she had seen on Angelina Jolie in a movie recently. She thought that if the dark jacket, white blouse and slacks were good enough for the tough FBI agent Angelina played they were good enough for her. The blouse she found was a bit tight though and she couldn't find any black socks. Mad at her luck she just made do with what she had. The blouse would be covered by her jacket and her socks would barely peek out form beneath her slacks.

Dressed she sped downstairs. She just had to get her little handbag and keys and she was off. She had to have one last drink of coffee to give her strength though. Unfortunately as she was finishing the delicious French roast coffee though she tripped and coffee splashed all down her slacks. From the waist to her thighs was all wet.

Cursing very creatively she thought about running back upstairs to change. Checking her watch she found she didn't have time. She would miss the 12:40 bus if she wasted any more time and if she did that she would miss the connection and be late. Luckily she spied a black skirt hanging on a hanger by the door. She had just had it dry-cleaned and had forgot all about it. Seeing this as a lucky break she quickly slipped off her ruined slacks and pulled on the black skirt. Having no more time to waste she rushed outside and barely caught the bus. 

The bus ride was atrocious as always. She didn't know why she had started taking the bus lately. She told herself it was to save the environment, but she had never given much thought to it before. Strange that she would start along the green path with such a terribly inconveniencing prospect as taking the bus everywhere.

This trip was especially bad. She had to ride one bus for half and hour, get off, wait ten minutes and ride another bus for forty minutes. She couldn't get over the way the men on the bus ogled her. They looked at her like she was some cheap hussy which she obviously was not. Maybe it was because the buses AC was busted or maybe it was just because she was stressed, but Janie began to get very hot under their gaze. She was forced to remove her jacket or start glistening in a most unladylike way. This unfortunately only seemed to encourage the men who now had a much better view of her breasts with the jacket out of the way. She blushed despite her outrage.

Finally the humiliating bus ride was over. None too soon by Janie’s estimation and she just about ran off the bus. Only later did she realize that she had left her jacket on the bus along with her handbag. Cursing her luck she did the only thing she could think to do and continued on her way. She could call a cab from Mr. Mann’s house and after the way he had treated her he would surely pay for cab fare. A short walk later and she arrived at her boss’s front stoop just a bit after two.

Now all she had to do was ring the bell. Her boss had sent for her for some reason and she was here to see what she could do. That was what she had planned to do originally wasn't it? She wasn't sure but that seemed to be the gist of it she believed. Still confused but desiring to end her torment even more she finally screwed up enough courage to ring the bell. She only had three false starts and only two almost pushes of the bell. Once the bell was finally rung though there was nothing she could do but wait.

Mr. Mann had been expecting Janie for some time. Three minutes to be exact and wasn't far from the front door when she rang it. Before opening it though he discretely and without her noticing looked out a window to see if it was indeed her. He cracked a big smile at what he saw. He had no exact knowledge of how it came to be but Janie was dressed in the most unprofessional manner he had programmed her to. He had only planted an end result for how he wished she would dress into her though. How she came to that state was more or less up to her.

He didn't know for example that she hadn't meant to wear such a tight white blouse without a bra. Not did he know that she had originally planned to have dark slacks on rather then a short pleated skirt ending far above her knees where her white knee socks picked up. He especially didn't know that she had unconsciously twisted her hair into braided ponytails as she sat on the bus under the uncomfortable gaze of strange lonely men.

All Mr. Mann knew or cared about was that Janie was there as ordered and dressed per his specifications. He had some fun indeed planned for that evening and with that happy thought in his devious mind and a sour expression on his face he went to open the door.

To be continued…