The Neighborhood: Part 5 [MF][Exh][Mast][Tease][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Slightly shorter part…chapters 8 and 9 didn’t fit in the 40k limit.

**Chapter 8: Gretchen’s Welcoming Committee**

Colin started walking toward the bus stop—the opposite direction—and put his hand in his pockets. He felt the business card in there and pulled it out. *Gretchen Mulaney, Logistics Program Manager*. He flipped the card over and pulled out his phone, unlocking the screen.

“Damn it, Janelle.” The background was his smiling wife’s face, covered in jizz. He rolled his eyes, but opened the dialer, putting in Gretchen’s cell. She picked up after two rings. “Hey, Gretchen. It’s Colin. We met this morning at the bus stop? Did you want to get that drink?”

“Oh, yeah, I remember. You’re already done for the day? *Executives*.” She said, mockingly. He detailed the remainder of his day, and said he was heading to the bus stop. “Well…it’s bit early for me, but I can swing it. I can use some ‘me’ time, I think. Wait at the stop. I’ll find you. I can probably just make it before the next bus. See you in a few.” She hung up. There was still about fifteen minutes until the bus showed up, and Colin made it there in plenty of time. He spent a few moments resetting his background photo and watched as a few other early departures arrived to stand or sit near him. Gretchen came walking quickly in his direction. She had her jacket slung over her shoulder, and he watched her breasts bounce with each step. She was breathing heavy when she reached him. “Ugh…” She sighed. “Not easy in heels, buddy, let me tell you.” The bus pulled up a minute later, and Gretchen was regaining her breath. “It’s a little early to hit a bar…it just seems decadent. Would you be okay with having a drink at my place? We have a nice shady patio, and you know I live in your area.”

“I don’t see why not.” He said. They rode for a few more minutes, and at the first stop, Gretchen led him off. “Wait, this isn’t our stop.”

“It’s not the one we leave from in the morning, that’s true.” She said. “We can cut through here,” she pointed to a sidewalk between the houses, and they started walking, “and we’ll be at my backyard in less time than riding the whole bus circuit. Probably faster for you, too.” They passed two more sets of houses, crossed a small decorative bridge, and then Gretchen opened the gate of a tall fence not too different from his. They found themselves in a stone patio. There was a hot tub in the far corner, but no pool. She wasn’t an executive.

The patio furniture looked comfortable, and there was a shady pergola above it. “Welcome to Casa Mulaney.” She said. He followed her to their patio French doors. She unlocked one, and they stepped inside to the cooler air. “Phew.” She huffed, tugging at her blouse. “It’s hot out there today.” She kicked off her heels and sighed. “Best thing about getting home from work is taking off your work clothes—shoes especially. Look, I’m going to go change. Pour me a glass of white—it’s open in the fridge—and grab yourself a beer or anything else you see. The bar’s in the main dining room if you want something stiffer. Back in a minute.” She called over her shoulder as she went upstairs. He found a stemless wine glass and poured her a generous helping of white, nearly half the glass. He grabbed a craft beer out of the fridge and opened it, taking a long drink. It was good, citrusy. “I should do this more often.” She said, walking back into the kitchen from around the corner. She was wearing a thin robe that just reached her knees, still in her pantyhose, but barefoot. The robe was thin enough that he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, especially with the air conditioning.

“Your wine.” He said, handing it to her, and not being too shy about checking her out.

“What a gentleman.” She took a sizable drink, went to the fridge, and filled the glass almost to the top. She glanced in his direction and nodded to her wine. “It’s been a *long* day, Colin…trust me. So, you want to sit in here or outside? It’s comfortable in the shade.”

“Are you okay being outside dressed like that?” He asked.

“I think you can tell I’m a little *chilly* in here.” She looked down at her nipples. “I can put on some casual clothes, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I have a tall fence, regardless. We *all* do. Though, I suppose I can see your hesitance to get comfortable, since *you* haven’t even loosened your tie.”

“Fine.” He smiled, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top button. “Does that satisfy you?” She nodded.

“Outside, then.” They went back on the patio. She pointed him to the couch, and he sat. She sat at the far end and swung her feet up, resting them on his thigh. “I forgot to tell you, there’s a price for my inside information.” She smirked, taking a sip of her wine. “I ran awfully fast in heels to meet this afternoon.” She wiggled her toes.

“You’re serious?” He asked.

“Radical honesty, remember, new guy. Rub my feet.” He took a sip of his beer and set it down on the table in front of them before taking one of her feet in his hands and working his thumbs along her arches. “Ohhh…fuck *me*, that’s good.” He froze. “Relax, Colin. I’m not asking you to fuck me. Well, wait, do you have a big dick? Because we can negotiate, maybe.” She laughed.

“It’s average sized, sorry.” He said, starting on her other foot. She slid a little lower on the couch, and Colin saw that she was wearing thigh highs, not pantyhose like he’d originally assumed. She must have caught him looking because she hiked up the hem of her robe to show off the lacy tops.

“You like these?” She asked, not bothering to cover back up. “Part of the dress code—the part you don’t have to worry about. We—women, that is—are *allowed*” she made air quotes, “to wear pants on Fridays. Isn’t that great?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look, Colin. Surely you noticed the women of Fenris are of a certain…caliber? Is that right word? We look good, we dress to suit the male desire. In some respects, I should feel flattered. *Someone* thinks I’m hot enough to fit the norm, not just hot enough to be *wifey* material. Is *your* wife hot?”

“I suppose.” He said. “Um, I mean, yes?”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.” She laughed. “So, they told you about radical honesty, gave a demo, let you play ‘dirty talk’ in the HR office. Did you see any boobs?”

“Umm…” He sputtered.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Most people think they’re being fucked with in that briefing. I asked the guy across the table to show me his cock. He did. I asked if I could see it hard. And he got it hard. Sanita, who you no doubt met today, watched the whole thing and went on with the briefing like nothing was out of the ordinary, but it *is*, Colin. You need to remember that. It *is* weird. Not everyone likes it. They pretend to, of course, and you’ll never find more than a handful of people talking honestly about it—so much for radical honesty, right? But damn it, I asked a guy to jerk off for me on my first day of work. Come on!” She slammed her fist down at the exclamation, splashing a little wine on her robe and chest. “Fuck.” She brought her legs back down and stood up, shirking out of the robe. She was wearing a lacy white thong that contrasted with her dark stockings. “I have to drop this in the wash before it stains.” She held out the robe, not even blinking that Colin could see her full breasts, pink nipples long ovals in warm outside air. He could just make out a line of dark hair through the front of her lace panties as she walked past him into the laundry room off the kitchen. She came out minute later, still mostly naked and sat back down next to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to put something on? Your husband—.”

“He’s seen my tits before, and *you* seem to like looking at them, but if you’re worried he’ll barge in and start yelling, one, he’s the chef in the dining room you probably ate at today, and two, he won’t care. We don’t partner swap or anything. We both know that and trust that. You don’t *mind* seeing my tits, do you?” She asked, basically showing them off.

“I’m not a complainer.” Colin said, trying to remain casual in the otherwise awkward situation.

“We have an understanding, me and my husband. No actual fucking. That’s the line. A lot of couples are like that here. They all have their own rules. There’re actually a few unofficial clubs, even for people with our little rules, where it’s all hands and mouths, but no true penetration.”

“There’s more than one club…” Colin said flatly.

“There’s probably ten or fifteen thousand people living in Wolfsburg. Maybe less. Fuck, I’m not the census bureau.” She eased back on her couch, putting her legs back up, though crossing them at the ankles, not inviting more massage. “So, where was I? Oh yes, most of Fenris policy is a lot of bullshit.” She took a drink.

“Well, that was…succinct.”

“Look,” Gretchen continued, “there are people who consent to all of this, a *majority*, probably, but I’m expected to allow people to say nasty things to me, grab my tits in passing, slip a hand up my skirt in the elevator, and yes, I can say *no*, but where does that get me? Nowhere. Stalled. Possibly reassigned if I ruffle too many feathers. Don’t get me wrong, if someone asks to bend me over the copier and I say no, that’s the end of it, but if I don’t do a good job of being the sexy little office drone, the sexy little housewife at parties, give a handjob to some guy as a,” she made air quotes “*joke* during a teleconference while my colleagues watch, well, it won’t all be going Gretchen’s way, will it?” She took a long drink. “I’ve only done the handjob thing once, by the way, and I’m a fucking *manager*. Let *that* sink in. Where’s *my* sexy man meat assistant to get me off at work? I don’t get one, that’s where.”

“I’m sorry…it’s still a little staggering to me that they get away with all of this.” Colin said, though he was more than a bit distracted by her nudity.

“The pay is great. The benefits are great. Housing is subsidized. I mean, come on, a 1% mortgage rate?” She laughed. “The commute is easy. If we ever have kids…the schools on the other side of town are perfect. It’s a dream life.” She sat up. “Even the sex parties.” She shrugged. “I mean, I was never an adventurous sort, neither was my husband. They’re not *compulsory* to attend, but, you know, you get curious, you go one time, watch…then you go again, and you play with each other, and before you know it, some random woman is riding your husband’s face while you’re living out a bukkake fantasy.” She frowned. “Don’t *judge* me.” She laughed, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “This is the next—however many—years of your life with the company. It’s just part of fitting in. Mostly harmless fun. Ted and I, we travel in mid-level circles. Things do not get that crazy…too much chance of someone trying to undermine you toward your next promotion, but you…fuck, if heaven has levels like hell, you’re a level or two above me taking a cock in each hand while my husband fucks me from behind. Oh, look at you blush.”

“I’m really not that kind of person.” He said. “Or my wife.”

“I doubt you’ve ever met your *real* wife, Colin, and I am not saying that as insult. Fenris will show you, open her up a like hothouse flower. Speaking of which,” she moved next to him, reaching into his pants pocket, “let me see those naked pictures of your wife you were too shy to show off this morning.” She managed to pull his phone free, but he grabbed her wrist.

“I don’t have any naked pictures of her on there.” He tried to take the phone back, and she held it out of his reach, her bare breasts swaying. He was suddenly aware of how close she was, and how naked.

“Prove it.”

“This is ridiculous.” He said as she taunted him with his phone.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” She ran finger around one of her nipples. It got hard and tight as he watched. He sighed, unlocking his phone, showing Gretchen his wife in all her glory. “Hmm…it *is* average.” She said, zooming in on the picture of his cock in Alison’s hand. “She’s attractive, maybe not quite *executive* hot, but she’ll get there, I bet.”

“What’s *that* supposed to mean?” He asked.

“You’ll see…nothing drastic, like, not plastic surgery, but,” she put on a fake accent, “vee have vays of making vimmen zexier…” She laughed.

“I sort of feel like this is all a big prank.” He said. “Like, any minute someone’s going to pop out and say, ‘Go back to your shitty job, asshole. This life is not for you.’ Honestly.”

“This life *is* not for everyone, that’s for sure.” She said. She looked at her watch and downed her wine. “You should get going. I want to take a nap before Ted gets home. Almost forgot,” she posed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Making it worth your while. Take some dirty pictures of me. Do it.” She handed his phone. “I want you to tell me jerked off to me one of these mornings.”

“Gretchen…”

“Oh, look at Mr. Executive…too good to enjoy naked women.” He snapped a picture.

“Happy?”

“Are you going to jerk off to it?” He looked down at the photo. She was pretty, but it looked silly. She teased her breasts. He took a picture. She slid a hand down the front of her panties, he took another. She started touching herself and he took more, the she pulled off her panties, showing off a narrow landing strip above an otherwise waxed pussy. He reached out and she slapped his hand way. “Uh-uh. No touching. Are you hard, Colin?” He nodded. “Take it out.” His hands were shaking slightly, but he pulled his cock free. She got on her knees and teased the length of him with her fingertips. “More photos, Colin.” He did as she asked. She licked the length of him, and he took more. “Just like your wife?” He nodded, and she brought her lips down on the head of his cock, and he shivered at the pleasure, but took another picture. “Okay,” she said, standing up, “I’ll show you to the front door. Just stay on the sidewalk, and you’ll be right at your house.” His cock was throbbing, and he was staring at her naked body.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” He asked, looking down at his erection.

“Oh, definitely.” She smiled and helped him up, stroking him one more time. “Come on, time to go.”

“I, um, could use some help…” He said. He had no idea if Gretchen was part of the test sample for his team, but considering she nudged him along and told him to put his cock away, he presumed not. That, or she just didn’t trust him enough to be swayed by him. He zipped up his pants and fixed his shirt. Gretchen walked him all the way to the front door, still in nothing but stockings, and opened the door wide. “Someone could see us!” He said, stepping quickly through the door.

“*I’m* the naked one.” She stood in the center of the open doorframe. He glanced around, and while he heard a lawn mower going in the distance, the neighborhood was devoid of people. “One last picture, Colin?” She raised her arm above her head, leaning against the doorframe, crossing her ankles in a casual pose. He swore under his breath but took a quick photo. “I want to hear what you *do* with those photos. Understand?” He said nothing and she shook her head, laughing. “Enjoy your walk home, Colin.” She closed the door slowly, even as his eyes lingered on her body the whole time. He stood on her porch for a minute to gather his wits. He’d half-hoped she would open the door and invite him back in, finish what she started, but the house was quiet. He walked down the sidewalk a block and a half until he saw his home, veering off to the right to walk through the front door.

**End Part 5**

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