The Neighborhood: Part 6 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mast][Swing][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 9: Dinner with Fiona and Jim**

He expected to find Alison watching TV or possibly out on the patio, but the house was quiet. He looked at his watch, thinking that maybe she wasn’t back from the spa, but then he heard creaking from upstairs. He kicked off his dress shoes and started up the stairs, turning toward the double doors leading into the master bedroom. His wife was just pulling on a red thong, her back to him, the red line of fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks. She was wearing a matching top. He saw bags on the bed.

“Been shopping?” He asked. She jumped, yelping a little.

“Oh, god, Colin, you scared the shit out of me!” But she laughed it off, turning in my direction.

“New underwear? Did all your clothes not make it in the move?”

“New bathing suit.” She said.

“A thong.”

“I was going to surprise you at the pool. You don’t like it?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that. I’d prefer you didn’t wear a bathing suit at all.” He said, crossing the few feet to her and grabbing her mostly bare ass. “So, that’s a lot of bags for a bathing suit.” He said, raising eyebrow. “You know I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck yet?”

“Well, I also bought a hat.” She pulled out a big floppy sun hat. “And a cover all.” She removed a patterned pullover for wearing over her bathing suit. “A one-piece.” She showed him a white bathing suit that looked like something out of the fifties. “And another bikini, a little less revealing.” She held up dark blue set with boyshort bottoms. “The shop was right next to the spa, so I figured, I got my bikini line done, so why not get some stuff to show it off?” She laughed.

“And you enjoyed your day at the spa?”

“Oh, Janelle got me the royal treatment…mani and pedi, waxing, facial, massage…it probably cost her—or the company—a few hundred at least.”

“Well,” he backed up, “are you going to try on the other bikini?” He asked. She unhooked her top, letting her breasts fall free. She turned her back to peel down her thong and his cock started throbbing again, straining inside his boxer briefs. She turned around, looking a little shy.

“They took off a little more than I thought they would.” She said moving her hand away from her crotch. What was a full triangle of dark brown bush was now a perfectly symmetrical wedge that stopped short of her pussy. They obviously trimmed her pubic hair, since there wasn’t much curl to it either. “Is it…um…okay?” She asked. He didn’t answer, instead moving quickly and bending her over the bed. “Colin!” She said, surprised. He held her to the bed with one hand and quickly undid his pants with the other, tugging at his underwear so they and his pants fell to his ankles. He slid a hand between her legs and probed at her with his fingers. She was quickly wet. He shifted his angle and pushed inside her. It was a little rough. “Ah!” She yelped, but he went slowly, and things went smoothly thereafter. He pumped away, the sound of his thighs smacking against her ass and their breathing, panting, the only thing they could hear. “Oh! Oh, god!” He could feel her tighten around him. “Oh, I’m fucking coming…I’m actually fucking…oh, fuck…” He pumped away, pulling out as he was about to come, and grabbing some of the wide tissues from the clothing bags. He came into the crush of paper, trying not to mess of the bed, and tossed the crumbled ball on the floor. “Oh, fuck me…” Alison said, pushing up from the bed to face him. “I haven’t come during sex since…fuck…I don’t even remember.”

“I make no future promises,” he smirked. She reached up and kissed him.

“Mmm…someone’s been drinking.” She said but smiled.

“Welcome party at work.” He lied. She kissed him one more time.

“Speaking of parties.” She said, grabbing the soiled tissues and moving toward the bathroom. “We’ve been invited to out neighbor’s house. Jim and Fiona…we met them this past weekend.”

“The ones who served rum punch.” He said, remembering vaguely.

“They invited us for a dinner, a cookout.”

“When?” He asked. “It’s a been a long day.”

“Six. They’re just a few doors down. If you want to take a nap, you time…I mean, you *did* just have sex. I know how you men are.” She laughed from the bathroom. “They also said to wear our bathing suits.”

“I’m not sure I—.” He started. She came back into the room, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was still naked, but then, he was still standing there with his pants at his feet.

“Why do you think I went shopping? My old bathing suit was just for laps at the gym pool. Not flattering.” She grabbed her robed and pulled it on. He stepped out of his pants and pulled up his underwear. Taking off the rest of his work clothes—tie, socks, and shirt—he propped his pillows at the headboard and sat on the bed. “We don’t have to go…”

“But you want to.” He said, not really as a question. “It’s fine. We can try to make friends.” He shifted some things on the bed and stretched out. “I may actually try to take a nap. Damned jet lag.” He sighed. “Wake me at like five-thirty if I’m not up?” She nodded, saying no problem, and went downstairs. Colin fell asleep and woke up with as start in what seemed like minutes. He looked at the bedside clock. It read 5:50. “Shit. Really, Alison?” Colin quickly stripped, pulled on a short-sleeve button-down casual shirt and found his swim trunks in the bottom of his dresser, before stepping into a pair of boat shoes. He grabbed a swimsuit and the new suncover for Alison and went downstairs. She was asleep on the couch, a half a bottle of white sitting open in front of her, the empty glass nearby. He had no idea if she’d drunk that much since she went downstairs, but it wasn’t impossible. “Alison!” He snapped. She jolted awake, her robe half-undone, a bare breast and hip uncovered.

“What?” She sat up, clutching the top of her robe together. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“Just a nap?” He sneered. “It’s five to six.” He said. Tossing the swimsuit and suncover in her direction on the couch. “Get dressed. You want to make friends, fine, but we need to be on time. I don’t need my colleagues thinking I can’t read a clock.”

“Just give me a minute to—.”

“Alison, get dressed, find some shoes, your sunglasses, and I’ll grab a bottle of wine. I’m serious. We’re not going to be late.” She started to protest, but he was already going around the corner to dig through the wine rack.

“Colin! You brought down the red bikini!” She was standing in front of the couch, naked, the robe on the floor, holding the red thong in front of her. “That was for *here*.” She said. “I have to go upstairs and at least try on the other ones.” She started to move and he held out his hand.

“That one fits.” He said. “You’ll wear it.”

“This isn’t funny, Colin.”

“Maybe next time you’ll remember to wake me.” He said. “For now, you wear what I tell you to wear.” He held up his watch. “Now, please.” He watched anger build in her eyes, and then she clutched her wrist, the one with Fenris band on it. She frowned, bit her lip, and stepped into the thong.

“This is embarrassing.” She said, pulling up and straightening the thong. “We barely know these people.” She put on the bikini top, and then pulled the suncover over her head. “This is a little sheer.” She turned her ass in his direction. “They’ll be able to see me.”

“Probably.” He said. “But you’re lucky I brought down the coverall at all.” She squinted at him, obviously wanting to say something, but she pursed her lips and moved to the door to step into some sandals. “Ready?” He asked, pointing her to the front door.

“I don’t like this side of you, Colin.” She said.

“What side is that? Me being the lead, the boss? What? You want me to be more assertive…well, here it is.” She said nothing, and Colin followed behind her, watching her nearly-bare ass swaying under the sheer suncover. They reached the neighbor’s porch after a couple minutes, and Colin rang the bell. A minute later, a redheaded woman, more or less Alison’s age, opened the door. She was wearing a sheer, calf-length robe, open, over her white bikini. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially given that Fiona was at least a D-cup.

“Welcome, you two!” She said. “Long-time no see!” She laughed. “Well, come on in! Jim’s just started the burgers, and if I don’t get back there, he’ll serve them pretty much raw. Don’t worry about your shoes, just wear them through the house and head back to the patio. Layout’s just a mirror image of your place so you should know where everything is.” She turned with a swirl of her robe and started walking back toward the kitchen. Colin saw she wearing heeled sandals, and the heels accented her full ass, some of which was exposed in what Colin could only think of as booty short bikini bottoms.

“See,” he leaned in to speak in Alison’s ears, “nothing to be embarrassed about.” He reached behind Alison and grabbed her ass, but she moved quickly to follow Fiona. She was still mad.

“You all want a drink? G and Ts? Beer? Wine?”

“I think we’ll have gin and tonics.” Colin said, seeing the pitcher on the counter. “Right, honey?” He looked at Alison with a challenge in his eyes. She nodded. Fiona tossed some ice in two glasses, a couple of lime wedges, and then poured the gin and tonic over them.

“More lime if you want it, but you two be careful with your drinking,” she smirked, “you have a long walk home.” They all looked as Jim walked through the patio doors. He was a few inches taller than Colin, and obviously a health nut, tan, trim, and well-defined. He wore nothing but sunglasses, a clingy straight-cut pair of swim trunks, and boat shoes. Alison’s eyes darted to the man’s crotch, and she quickly averted her glance at seeing the full shape of him.

“Glad you two could make it.” Jim said, crossing the few feet to shake Colin’s hand. “Burgers will be done in a few. We have snacks out there already, potato salad, that sort of thing for sides. Hope you don’t mind?” They couple shook their heads. “Why don’t we all head out?” He waited for the Colin and Alison to go before them, and Alison was suddenly conscious of how exposed she was. Jim went back to the grill, and the remaining three sat under the umbrella at the patio table.

“I like your bikini, Alison.” Fiona said. “I think I saw that in the little shop near the salon?” Alison tried to cover a blush and nodded. “I have to say, it looks fantastic on you. I’d say it was a bit daring, but I don’t even normally *wear* a bathing suit.” She smiled brightly, taking a long drink of her gin and tonic.

“It’s true,” Jim said, “half the time when I come home from work, she’s back here sunning and reading in nothing but sunglasses and sunblock.” He turned back to the burgers. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I *do* usually put something on when the pool man or the gardeners are here.” She laughed.

“*Usually*?” Jim said over his shoulder. “If that’s the case, I should be getting a discount on *both* of those services.”

“You’re *terrible*, Jim!” Fiona giggled. “So,” Fiona reached across the table and put a hand on Colin’s, “today was your first day! Exciting!” She looked to Alison. “Keep an eye on this one’s collar—for lipstick—you got yourself a looker, and there are a lot of pretty young things at Fenris. I should know, I was one of them.” She laughed.

“You’re still are a pretty young thing, babe.” Jim said.

“I snagged Jim when he was just a program manager and I was in data entry. Of course, he moved up so quickly, there wasn’t much need for me to work—not to mention the demands put on women in those days.” She shrugged.

“I have to say,” Colin started, “things seem to be much more open and…polite…based on what I’ve heard of the past.”

“Oh, god yes,” Fiona said, “I mean, I was what? Twenty-three at the time? I had two different managers over the span of the two years I worked in data entry, and *both* were always sniffing around, hinting that they’d make me a team lead if I blew them. Can you imagine that today? And this was only a decade ago or so. I won’t even go into what some of the upper managers *hinted* at. Jim was a gentleman. A refreshing change of pace.”

“Yep, when I asked her to blow me, I offered nothing in return.”

“Jim!” Fiona chided him but laughed. “You’ll embarrass our guests.”

“Oh, please, I’m quite sure they both know what a blow job is; besides, Colin got his HR briefing today, he’s all ready to try this new radical honesty thing, I’m sure.”

“Well…” Colin said. “It *is* a bit new.”

“Radical honesty?” Alison asked.

“It’s just this new thing they’ve been doing at Fenris.” Fiona said. “I mean, *new* in the sense they’ve only been doing it for the last five years or so. Like, you tell your boss his breath stinks before he goes to meet *his* boss. Embarrassing, but he saves face, eats a mint, learns to trust his people, that sort of thing. And, you know, instead of the whole sexual harassment thing, if I still worked there, and some guy wanted to fuck me, he could just say it, you know? No threats or hints or sly looks, just come out with it. If I say no, that’s it, if yes…we have some fun, right?” She took another drink. “It might have made my life a little easier back in the day, but then I might not have met Jim, either, so que sera sera.”

“People just go around asking to fu—.” Alison corrected herself. “To have *sex* with one another?”

“Honey,” Colin said, slipping his hand free from Fiona’s, “that is a very *blatant* example. It’s more about not playing games at work. Getting to the point. Not wasting time. Workplace relationships are a thing. There are plenty of single people at Fenris.”

“Speaking of single and hot, how’s Janelle treating you?” Jim asked.

“She’s been…fantastic.” Colin said. “Helpful, knowledgeable, not much more you can ask for.”

“She’s not shy, that’s for sure.” Alison said, and then looked surprised at having said it aloud. Colin glanced in her direction and saw that her glass was nearly empty.

“Do tell?” Fiona asked as she refilled Alison’s glass. “I love gossip.”

“It’s nothing…scandalous. Just, after we went to all of your houses over the weekend, we offered to let her use our pool, and she, well, she stripped down to her bra and panties and went in.”

“That must have a been a heckuva welcome to Fenris for you, Colin.” Jim said, plating up the burgers. “Janelle has legs, that’s for sure, but I wouldn’t mind seeing the rest of her.”

“We were, um, in the pool, too.” Alison blushed, looking to Colin. “But we were *naked*.” She covered her face and laughed. “I can’t believe I just said that!”

“So, Colin,” Jim said, almost seeming to ignore her comment, “you work with the wristbands, huh? A lot of budget goes to your department. I can’t see why Fenris is so interested in payment systems.” He was fishing. Colin picked up on that immediately.

“I think Fenris is looking to market to all the major banks. There’s a lot of money in the equipment and software markets, right? No need to become a bank when you can just control their backend.”

“I suppose.” Jim muttered. “Burgers are done. Cheese anyone?”

“Alison, do you want to help me in the kitchen?” Fiona asked. They got up and went into the kitchen to gather condiments and side dishes. “You might want to take your suncover off. If you get anything on that, it probably won’t wash out.”

“Oh, um…” Alison looked down at herself. “We were in a bit of a hurry to get over here. I hadn’t really meant to wear this particular bathing suit, and—.”

“We can all see that ass of your already, Alison.” Fiona smiled. “Still, if you want to risk your cover…”

“No,” Alison shook her head, “you’re right. I’m being silly.” She pulled the tunic over her head and set it on the kitchenette chair. “I’m not exactly an exhibitionist, you know. Honestly, I don’t know *why* I told you all that story about Janelle in the pool.”

“Because when you meet new people, or try to make new friends, the old high school try-too-hard ways come up, don’t they?” Fiona laughed. “You, me, and pretty much every other woman out there.” She handed Alison a bowl of potato salad and another of Greek salad. Fiona followed behind her with an armful of condiments and pickles. They sat and ate for a bit, enjoying polite conversation, and Alison was taking a bite of her burger when she felt something hit her chest. She looked down seeing yellow mustard and burger grease on her top and bottom.

“Oh no!” She bolted out of her seat. “I just bought this.” Fiona got up and took her by the arm.

“I have some club soda. Let’s try to get the grease before it sets.” They went back into the kitchen, and Fiona was soon dabbing at Alison’s breasts and crotch with a soda-dampened towel. “It’s not really working that well.” She looked at the mess left behind. “Take it off and I’ll wash it really quick. It shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not going to sit around in a towel while we keep eating. I’ll just go back to my house and change, and—.”

“If you leave, this party is *over*.” Fiona said flatly. Alison froze, taken aback by the change in mood. “Jim is, well, *not* patient. He’s extending a kindness to Colin. We’re all *supposed* to, of course, but Jim isn’t exactly low on the totem pole. I just hate to see Colin blowing his chance to fit in.” Alison made a face, but Fiona just stepped forward and unclipped her bikini top.

“Hey!” Alison said, holding a hand over her breasts. “I hadn’t agreed to anything.” Fiona rolled her eyes at Alison’s protests.

“You can put your coverall back on. I’m not saying go out there naked.” She snapped her fingers. “Come on, off with the bottoms.” Alison stared blankly at her for moment, but as her wristband vibrated briefly, she started pulling off her thong. “I see they gave you the welcome waxing.” Fiona laughed. “I swear those women at the spa do it as a joke.” She tossed Alison’s bikini in the wash and set it to start. It started humming away. Fiona grabbed Alison’s suncover and tossed it to her.

“This is sheer.” Alison said to no one, but she still slipped it on, at least to have *something* to wear.

“*Mostly* sheer. I can barely see your bush.”

“You’re not funny!” Alison said. Fiona glanced out toward the patio. She took off her top, her large breasts falling free, wide light pink nipples barely there on the rest of her light skin. She took off her bottoms a moment later revealing a fairly full red bush. She tossed her suit on top of the washer and wrapped her robe around her. Unlike Alison’s tunic, it was completely see-though. “We are not…*those* kind of people, Fiona.” Alison said.

“It’ll be fun. Just watch the looks on their faces when we come back out.” She shrugged. “If you’re *that* embarrassed, I’ll get you a real robe. But let’s surprise them. Trust me, *this* will make a great impression for Colin.”

“I can’t believe—.”

“You’re already naked, Alison, what’s five more feet?” She pulled her by the elbow, and Alison felt herself moving back to the patio.

“Ladies, I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost—oh, I see Fiona is having some fun with us.” Jim said looking at Colin with a smirk.

“Alison!” Colin stood up. “What the hell—!”

“Oh, relax.” Jim said, gesturing at the other man to sit back down. “They obviously thought to shock us. It somewhat worked, apparently.” Colin sat back down, his jaw clenched, not really sure how to handle the situation. “I should be the one upset, after all. You can see much more of Fiona than I can of Alison.” At her name, Alison blushed and hurriedly sat down.

“Next time I’ll wear something more opaque.” Fiona said, turning around before sitting next to Alison.

“Oh, I don’t mind.” Jim said. “Being relative neighbors and all, I imagine Colin and his wife would have seen you naked eventually.” He leaned over to Colin. “The delivery guys love dropping by here, I can tell you that much. We haven’t had a package abandoned on our porch ever.”

“I have only done that once or twice, and you *asked* me to do it.” Fiona said. “I’m not some sort of flasher.”

“That would assume you were *wearing* something to flash. When you’re just naked…well…” Jim laughed. “Does anyone want another burger? I can put more on while we finish what we have.”

“No, um, thank you, Jim.” Alison said. “Just so you know,” she said, though maybe more Colin’s benefit than Jim, “your wife put my bathing suit in the wash, and she took hers off in sympathy. I don’t normally—.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen tits before.” He said, and Alison blushed. “Yours are stand out, though. Don’t get me wrong, Fiona’s are fantastic, but variety is the spice of life.” Colin started to speak, but Fiona jumped in.

“Since we’re all done eating, how about a swim?” Alison watched her husband’s jaw go slack as Fiona stood and shrugged off her robe.

“I could cool off, I suppose.” Jim stood and moved toward the pool. “You’re welcome to use the hot tub, if you want, though I suggest cooling off first.” He looked at the other couple. Colin watched as Alison stood up, she looked at the other couple and reached down to lift the hem of her suncover. “We don’t have to be sexist about this.” Jim said. “I’m happy to take off my suit if it makes you feel more comfortable, Alison.” He pulled down his tight trunks, letting them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. Alison took in his evenly tanned body, lingering at the length of his penis hanging low. He wasn’t even partly aroused and must have been six inches. She could see a trace of light brown hair trimmed short at his crotch, a contrast to the red curls between his wife’s legs.

“We need to go. My wife has a, um, scheduled call with her mother on the east coast…so…” Colin said, standing up. Alison had halted in the middle of undressing, the hands held above her navel, her recently waxed pussy and trimmed bush in full view. “Alison!” He snapped but recovered his tone when she looked in his direction. “We have to go. Your phone call? Look, guys,” Colin said to the naked couple. “We’re flattered, but we *just* moved into the neighborhood and—.”

“Oh my god…Colin!” She laughed. “*What* did you think was happening here?” Fiona asked. Her hands were on her hips, and her large breasts bounced as she laughed. “We’re not going to try to have sex with you! We *just* met you!”

“What?” Colin sputtered. “But you—.”

“I’ll be the first one to admit Fiona’s a bit of a tease, but we were just trying to make you feel welcome.” Jim said. “After your wife hinted at what the two of you got up to with Janelle, we figured you were feeling us out. A little naked swimming is hardly an orgy. We’re not shy about nudity, you know. Fiona spent half her teenage years and some of her twenties in Europe.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I misread the situation.” Colin muttered.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim said. He crossed over to Colin and put out his hand. Colin shook it, keeping eye contact as best he could. “Maybe it’s a good idea to call it a night. You two are probably still a little jetlagged.” He walked over to Alison and she was not shy about looking at him. He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek and a quick pat, and her eyes widened as she felt his cock press against her lower abdomen. She glanced down as he back off. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t exactly soft either.

“You two are welcome any time.” Fiona said, giving Alison a full-on embrace. “Don’t think anything of this. Just jitters, right?” She came over and gave Colin a similar hug, but she grabbed his ass in an exaggerated and obvious manner. “And you, Colin, need to loosen up. I say this with all due respect, but you’re not even in the same *class* as Jim when it comes to work, so there’s no need to be threatened.”

“It’s true,” Jim said, putting his arm around his wife, “I’m in finance, you’re in research. We’ll never be in competition for the same job, or resources for that matter, unless we both somehow end up in the main building.” Colin remembered his conversation with Janelle about main headquarters building on campus. “Hmm…” He looked down, seeing his wife start to stroke his cock. “Well, now it’s definitely time for you to go…Fiona is getting frisky.”

“I’ve had like three gin and tonics.” She laughed. Jim was growing in her grip, now at least eight inches.

“Uh, okay…um, thanks for, uh, having us…” Colin stammered, nearly tripping on the doorstep off the patio.

“Next time we’ll tell you in advance if the party’s clothing optional,” Fiona called after them, “or an *orgy*!” Colin refused to look back, even as Fiona laughed. He glanced over at Alison as they made their way back to the front door. Her head was angled to look behind her. He gritted his teeth and pulled her toward the front door and through it. It was only after the door was closed behind them that Alison snapped out of it.

“My bathing suit!” She looked down at herself and covered her chest, looking around. The neighborhood was quiet. It was heading into dusk with the sun on the other side of the house.

“You were staring at his cock.” He said.

“He has a *giant* one, Colin, curiosity and desire are two different things.” She frowned at him. “I can’t walk back to the house like this.”

“After what you did in there, you’re lucky I don’t tear that thing off you and march you back home in the nude. What were you thinking?”

“You’re the one who dressed me up like a tart!” She snapped.

“You didn’t have to tell them about what we did at the pool or play along with Fiona’s games. Janelle told me to be discreet with you, but you need to be the same with our private lives.”

“You had *no* problem enjoying Fiona’s games! You’d think you’d never seen tits before.”

“She has *giant* tits, Alison,” he said, mocking her, “curiosity and desire are two different things.”

“Fuck you, Colin.” She snapped. “You want to be mad? Fine, be mad, but don’t act like I was the only one who mis-stepped in there. And I’m tired of your threats!” She pulled off her sun cover in one quick movement and threw it in a bush in front of the house.

“Alison!” He snapped, but then quickly lowered his voice, realizing he might draw attention to his naked wife. “You’re going to get arrested!”

“I suggest you think about what you want in this marriage.” She said, holding her purse in one hand, but otherwise standing unashamed in her nudity. “You want to boss me around, fine. You want to bend me over the bed, I’ll take it—I’ll fucking enjoy it—but don’t fucking chicken out of situations because you’re pretending to protect me, or my dignity, or whatever the fuck was going on in there!” She pointed. “If I don’t *want* to do something, I won’t!” She stomped down the steps of the porch, her bare ass jiggling. “I am going home. I suggest you chill the fuck out before I see you again.” She started walking down the sidewalk back to their house, not even bothering to hide herself.

“Alison!” He hissed after. “Alison! Don’t do this, come on!” He started after her, but realized it was pointless without the tunic. He struggled to get it out of the bushes, and by the time he got it free, she was already out of sight. “Fuck!” He snapped. He didn’t think anyone saw, but a minute later, a car rolled by. It slowed to a stop and backed up, the window rolling down.

“Was that your naked wife I saw storming up the stairs to your house?”

“Jesus, Janelle, I—.”

“Get in, dummy. You look like you can use a drink.”

—-

**Chapter 10: A Come to Janelle Moment**

Twenty minutes later, they were in Janelle’s condo. The sun was nearly set, and Janelle was opening a bottle of white she’d pulled out of a wine fridge under her kitchen counter.

“I knew you two were fun, but—.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Colin asked.

“Here’s an idea. How about you take a *long* fucking drink, followed by a *deep* fucking breath, and think about what fucking *tone* you’re using with me right now. *I* am an ally, Colin.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Well, you barely said a word on the ride over here. You’re holding Alison’s pullover or whatever that is, and she was obviously naked…you guys were leaving, um, Jim and Fiona’s, right?” She pulled the cork, pouring two glasses. “Oh my god!” She looked up from what she was doing. “Did you seem Jim’s cock? He has one of the biggest I’ve ever—.”

“I know, okay? I know.” Colin said, trying not to sound annoyed. “It’s one of the reasons I made us leave. Jesus, does he show it to *everybody*?”

“Wouldn’t you? At *least* ten inches.” She smiled, sitting down next to him and handing him a glass. “How about you tell me what happened?” Colin sighed, but spent the next ten minutes telling her what went down. “Okay, so, would you like me to placate you, or do you want my honest advice?”

“Honest advice.” He said.

“Stop being such a jealous pussy, stop being such a shy pussy, and stop being such a wish-washy pussy.”

“What the fuck, Janelle?”

“I’m just saying, you’re in or you’re out. There’s no halfway with Fenris, with Wolfsburg. You either keep to yourself, do your work, and go home to your wife every night, pop out a few kids over the next couple of years, and then we move you across town—to the *real* suburbs—or you enjoy what little of your carefree days you have left.” She took a long sip. “I’m not saying you have to go all orgy and special lotions and such, but hell, an attractive couple gets naked, after your *wife* tells a story about getting naked with me, and you act like the world’s ending. Sounds like Alison was having some fun.”

“She was drunk…or close to it. She drinks…a lot.” He added.

“Well, I can maybe check on that, from a professional standpoint, but she’s probably *nervous*, Colin. New town, new house, no friends, doesn’t probably even know what *do* with herself, right?” He nodded. “She’s trying to step up for *you*. You need to keep that at the back of your mind. Jim and Fiona? *They* wanted to feel you *out*, not feel you *up*. Based on what you told me, it sounded like Alison was cool to play along, too. So. how do you think that went down? Do you think Jim feels you’re acclimating well? That you’re a good fit for the executive corps? Or do you think he’s more *unsure* after this evening’s events?”

“I get what you’re saying, but I keep getting taken by surprise. It wasn’t as if we got up to this sort of thing where I worked before.”

“Well, for one, you were a manager—by title only—nothing more than paper pusher. Let’s not pretend your standing was even *close* to what you have now. You’re getting your rocks off more than before, right?” He nodded. “That’s just a *side* benefit. The money, the power, possibly travel—though that’s *not* as fun as it sounds—the women, the radical honesty, the relative impunity it provides…you should be swaggering about like you have a dick twice the size of Jim’s.”

“I just don’t—.”

“You don’t *believe* it yet. You don’t trust yourself—or what you really want—yet.” She sipped her wine, looking at him over the rim of the glass. “A little bird told me you had a photo session after work today.”

“Gretchen.” He said.

“Yeah, well, *she* told me. She was the bird. We’re friends. I hired her husband, introduced them, actually. How come you didn’t fuck her, Colin?”

“She didn’t want to. She said that’s the line for her and her husband.”

“She wanted you to. They *totally* fuck other people. They *pretend* to play by rules, but the *breaking* of them is what gets them going. Gretchen likes to play the sneaky housewife, and Ted just fucks anyone who works as a waitress—I mean, seriously, who has a *waitress* fetish? You remember that old diner show…in Arizona or whatever? Who wants a sassy minimum wage side-piece with sore feet?” She refilled her glass. “Still, you no doubt missed the subtle clues of her stripping in front of you, playing with your cock, you know…all those subtle feminine wiles…” She grabbed his phone. “Mind if I look?” She wasn’t really asking. “Gretchen’s looking good these days. She’s actually lost a little weight, not that *I* mind. I like a girl with an ass, like your wife.” She looked up at him. “Yes, Gretchen and I used to fuck. No, I’m not trying to fuck your wife. God, you men and your dirty minds!” She scoffed.

“I wasn’t even *suggesting*—.”

“I’m glad she’s happy, but damn, that girl could do some wonderful things with her tongue.” She closed her eyes, looking inward. She handed him back his phone. “Why don’t you jerk off to her like you promised, or *have* you already?”

“What? I didn’t promise to—.”

“Gretchen told me everything, and you’re hardly the *first* guy who she’s asked to do that for her. She does enjoy riling *me* up, though.” She sat up, a gleam in her eye. “I tell you what, Colin, you jerk off to her, come all over me, and take a picture,” she handed him her phone, “and let’s make *her* jealous.”

“You’re not seri—.”

“Be a boss, Colin…not a mouse. You’re going to be shy with me? I mean, *I’ve* already helped you twice, and *I* don’t even fucking *work* for you. What do you think is going to happen tomorrow at nine-thirty?” She made a jerk off motion. “Your secretary?” He swore, remembering the supposed standing appointment. Janelle got down on her knees in front of him. “Come on, unzip those trunks.” She reached out and undid his top button and then the zipper of his swim trunks. “It’s kind of nice to do that and *not* fight through underwear,” she said, taking his cock and teasing it until it stiffened. “Now you…” He started stroking himself, looking at Janelle. “Look at *her* pictures. Pretend I’m not here until the end.”

“You’re already down there…you could, um, give me a blow job…” He said.

“Well, that *is* more boss-like, but pass. Mouth action—with guys—ain’t really my thing.” She laughed. “She wants *you* to jerk off to *her*. Give her that thrill.” Colin paused, but then looked at the photos on his phone, swiping through some of the images he took of Gretchen. Having Janelle watching him as he looked at another woman turned him on, and he found himself reaching his peak quickly.

“Fuck.” He hissed. “I’m going to—.”

“Just come. Do it…all over me.” He looked down at her kneeling before him. She unbuttoned her blouse a bit, showing off some cleavage and revealing the lacy top of her bra. He shot his load, catching her in the face, some of her hair, and her chest. He was panting but took a deep breath.

“What the fuck are we doing?” He asked.

“You’re going to take a couple of pictures of me with *my* phone—I don’t need you showing off my pics.” She pointed to the other device. “Just a few.” He took some photos, and she looked at them before selecting one to text to Gretchen. *Your new friend followed up on his promise. I hope I didn’t get in the way.* She sent it off and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower.” She handed him a tissue. “Why don’t you clean yourself up and call a taxi. By the time you get home, maybe Alison will have calmed down.”

“I was hoping I could give her a little more time.”

“Well, you’re not staying here.” She rolled her eyes at the look on his face. “No way, stud. How’s the saying go? ‘You make your bed, you jerk off in it alone’? You need to pick a path, sooner rather than later. Take charge or let others choose for you. There’s no in between.” She left him on the couch and went into her bedroom, closing the door. He looked down at his flaccid cock and wiped the tip before redoing his swim trunks. He could hear Janelle talking to someone on the phone, laughing a bit, probably Gretchen.

He dialed a taxi company on his phone and left her condo. They were pulling up to the building just as he walked out the front door. He gave his address and made his way home. Alison was asleep in their bedroom, on top of the covers, still naked except for her robe, though a lot of skin was showing due to her rolling over in her sleep. He looked down at himself, feeling that he was getting hard again, but he shook his head and threw a cover on her. He noticed the bottle of white next to the bed, now empty. He decided to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, though he didn’t bother jerking off before going to sleep.

**End Part 6**

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