Office Perks (3 page)

For just an instant all five men looked completely stunned, before they all began to talk at once, the three who hadn't seen demanding to know what had happened and the two who had telling them. I got up, walked slowly around to the big guy who'd called me Perky and put my hands on my hips, looking down at him. I meant to give him a moment to take me in, maybe wonder if I was interested, before telling him he
would never, ever, have the least chance of getting his hands on what he'd seen. The barman got in first.

‘You two, out!'

I rounded on him.

‘What's it to you, you great gobshite? I'll –'

He started around the table. Bobbie was already on her feet, giggling and shaking her head, the bottle of Sancerre clutched in her hand. I made for the door, laughing so hard I tripped and had to clutch on to a lamppost for support as I fell out onto the pavement. Bobbie came after me, stumbling on her heels, and we ended up in each other's arms, laughing too hard to stand properly.

The barman had had enough of us, and didn't follow, leaving us to move off up the road, arm in arm and drinking Sancerre from the bottle. We hadn't gone ten yards when the guy from the pub appeared, overtaking us, to turn and walk backwards . . .

‘Hey, girls . . .'

. . . straight into a huge black guy who'd just come out of a doorway. Both of them went down, and Bobbie and I were clutching onto each other for support. The guy from the pub was babbling apologies immediately and the black guy didn't look best pleased, but when he did manage to get up it was Bobbie and me he rounded on.

‘What's so fucking funny?'

Bobby made a little purring noise in her throat.

‘Ooh, big man!'

‘Are you taking the piss, 'cause . . .'

I'd stepped in-between them, sure he was going to hit her. I caught the scent of him, totally male, my face level with a heavily muscled chest half covered by a vest.

‘Sh! Cool down!'

He was going to push me aside, until I squeezed his crotch, filling my hand with his cock and balls, or rather,
not filling my hand, because he was packing more meat than a steak house. A shiver ran right through me as I stepped back, my tummy fluttering, a little scared, but hoping he was man enough to react to me the way a man should. He gave a sharp shake of his head.

‘You want to watch who you tease, girl!'

‘Who says I'm teasing?'

He just picked me up, one big hand under my bum, one on my back, pressing his lips to mine. For just an instant I was fighting, shocked, before I melted. My mouth came open under his, our tongues met and we were kissing. His hand was kneading my bottom, my body right off the ground, and all I could do was cling to him, my legs up around his huge hips, the bulge of his cock pushing up against my pussy, already growing hard. I wanted to be fucked, then and there, on the pavement of the Edgware Road, my clothes ripped off and my legs spread wide, his lovely big cock in my mouth and up my pussy, filling my body right completely.

I was drunk. I was horny. I'd have done it if he'd made me, maybe. Not really, no, because no man is that much of an animal, more's the pity. He put me down and I let go of him, my legs shaking as my feet met the pavement. Bobbie was staring at me. She looked as flushed as I felt. The guy from the pub had stepped back a little, and glanced between us, hopeful but unsure of himself.

Something inside me wanted to tell the black guy to fuck off. Maybe it was social conscience. Bollocks. I took his arm.

‘Well, are we going?'

He looked down, and just nodded. Bobbie took his other arm and the three of us had started up the street, with the guy from the pub trailing along behind. I had no idea where we were going; maybe to another pub,
maybe to somewhere our new friend could fuck our brains out, only I was leading them, so . . .

‘Where the fuck are we going?' I blurted out.

The black guy answered me.

‘If you want what I think you want, that's my rig. Otherwise, you'd better run, girl.'

He'd nodded to where a huge great articulated lorry was blocking half the road. Bobbie looked towards it, her mouth a little open, her eyes wide, just creaming herself as she spoke.

‘You're a trucker?'

He nodded and said something under his breath, maybe “posh skirt”. My stomach was fluttering terribly as we made for the cab of his lorry, with Mum's warnings about not going with strange men fighting the raw lust in my head. Lust won hands down, and a moment later he was pushing me up into the cab with a hand on my bum. The rig was spacious, with a flat shelf behind the seats where he could sleep. The smell of him – and the diesel of the truck – was thick in my nostrils as I climbed in. Bobbie followed and he went to the far side, leaving the guy from the pub standing on the pavement.

‘Hey, do I get to come?' he asked.

Truck man was going to speak, probably to put him down, but Bobbie already had a hand out. He climbed in, and the black guy kissed his teeth as he took his seat, but said nothing. I felt better, because they couldn't both be psychos, surely?

As the engine rumbled to life, I made myself comfortable on my tummy in his sleeping space, looking forward between a pair of tatty orange and brown curtains. Bobbie was in front of me, between the men, and spoke as we began to move.

‘Where are we going?' I asked again.

The driver took a moment to concentrate on pulling out into the evening traffic before he answered, his voice full of lust and laughter.

‘Never mind that. You just keep yourselves warm.'

The guy from the pub turned to us, his voice very different, eager and nervous, as he spoke.

‘What are your names? I'm Luke.'

I answered.

‘Lucy.'

And on a whim, ‘But you can call me Miss Doyle.'

It was right, for him, not for the driver, who answered with a grunt.

‘Frazer.'

Bobbie didn't answer at all, because she was trying to get Frazer's zip down. He slapped her hand.

‘You want it, girl, you've got it, but not here, yeah?'

She stopped, giggling happily as she stretched. The bottle was still in her hand, and I took it, swallowing down a big gulp of wine, cold and sharp in my throat. We were moving north, slowly, the cars stretching in front of us in a multi-coloured metal line as far as we could see. Bobbie sighed, almost whining.

‘Nobody can see, let me play with you!'

Frazer grunted and glanced out at the ranks of windows to his side, most of them with a prime view into his cab, including those of Super Staff. The first bus we passed was going to get an even better view. Bobbie didn't care, burrowing for his fly as he tried to fight her off, one handed. He was getting hard in his trousers, a wide ridge extending down one leg, extending a long way, I noticed to my delight. I swallowed, imagining how he'd look with it out, thick and dark and proud in Bobbie's hand, in her mouth, in my mouth . . .

I had to have him, and Luke just wasn't the same. He
was cute maybe, but too much the lad. The way things were going he'd have Bobbie and I'd end up with second best, or nothing at all. I had to stick my oar in.

‘Wait, you greedy cow, you'll get us arrested,' I warned her, careless as to how she might react. She seemed like a good sport but I'd known her less than a couple of hours. I wasn't sure how she'd react to criticism.

Too late. His zip was down. Her hand burrowed in and closed on his cock. He grunted in pleasure and she was purring as she began to rub on him, heedless to my protestations. The other guy, Luke, was staring, his mouth open, one hand on his own crotch. I could smell the musky scent of Frazer's cock, and I reached down, determined to get my share. His trouser button popped open as I tried to force my hand in beside Bobbie's, and suddenly he was out: a thick, dark column of meat over two fat balls pushed up where she'd shoved his briefs down to get him out. I took it, wanking him, as she was, and we were both giggling hysterically.

‘Ladies! Somebody's going to see! Shit!'

The traffic had loosened up and we were moving, Frazer struggling to shift gear as we tossed at his cock. We'd punctured his cool, shocking him, and the last of my doubts just vanished. I wanted his cock in me, to ride him and let him ride me, to be lifted and popped on the way the window cleaner had fucked Bobbie up against the wall. I wanted to be bent over and have it slid up me from behind, good and deep with his hard six-pack pressed to my bare bum; to go down on my knees with him on my back, doggy style.

If I didn't watch what I was doing all I would get would be a charge for riotous behaviour, or whatever it's called when a girl gets caught tossing off her boyfriend in public. I stopped, and slapped Bobbie's hand for her.

‘Bad girl! Put him down!'

There was a rug at the back, over Frazer's makeshift bed, and I pulled it away, to cover his lap. He shook his head, grinning as he sped up. Luke let out his breath.

‘You girls are hot,' he said.

I answered him, eager to get my own back, to turn him on and make him beg.

‘And you're a cheeky git. Pinky and Perky, is it?'

Bobbie laughed. ‘It suits you,' she said

‘Hey,' I cried. ‘You're supposed to be on my side! Anyway, it's better than Pinky!'

Luke laughed, just a little forced,

‘I like it.'

‘Miss Doyle, I said, if you want . . .'

‘OK, Miss Doyle, Miss Perky Doyle!'

‘Oi!'

I gave him a clip on one ear, not hard. He had to suffer. Frazer held his peace, very much the man in charge, guiding his huge rig skilfully through Maida Vale with the rest of us joking and laughing, drinking too, the bottle quickly finished to leave me relaxed and eager to go.

We were barely through Kilburn when he turned off onto some sort of service road, between blocks of flats, red-brown brick and several stories high, out into a huge open lorry park, something I'd never even guessed existed so close to home. It was perfect, hardly a soul in view, save for a bored security guard in a hut by the gates and a cluster of truckers idling by a hot dog van.

My insides were tight in anticipation of what was coming to me as we drove down between ranks of parked lorries to the far end, where a few cabless trailers stood beside the high spiked fence. Frazer parked, grinning as the lorry hissed and the hydraulics calmed down before it shuddered to a stop. Luke gave me a nervous glance. Bobbie twitched the rug away from Frazer's lap, exposing our plaything.

His cock had gone soft, but it was still impressive. I like big cocks, and I don't care what anyone says. Big is nice, thick especially, to look at, to hold, to suck, and if it won't all go in, I just have to do my best. Frazer had it all, and I was wriggling forward immediately, my body half off the shelf of his sleeping compartment in my eagerness to get my fill. He sat back laughing as Bobbie took him in hand to feed him straight into my mouth.

My senses filled with the taste of cock and I was sucking him, mouthing on the fat, meaty head before trying to get as much in as I could, with Bobbie wanking him into my mouth. He was getting hard, swelling in my mouth, longer and fatter, enough to fill me right up. Bobbie's voice cut into my mounting bliss.

‘Now who's a greedy pig?'

I was nearly off the shelf, and she smacked my bottom, but I ignored her, revelling in the in the big, hard thing in my mouth, now rock solid. Bobbie smacked me again, harder, and this time he took me by the hair, gently disengaging my mouth as he spoke, his voice now hoarse and low.

‘Up in the back, yeah?'

I nodded and scrambled quickly back, rolling onto his bed as Bobbie climbed in after me. Frazer followed, Luke waiting, hesitant. I didn't have time to worry about him, as I was pulling my top off to let Frazer take my tits in hand; his big, rough thumbs were on my already stiff nipples. Bobbie had his cock, tossing him as he played with my tits, and guiding it between them for a tit-wank. I took hold, making a slide for him and kissing at his cock head as it bobbed up and down in my cleavage.

Bobbie had begun to strip as Frazer gave me my titty fucking. Her smart jacket shrugged off, her blouse tweaked open, and her bra lifted over small, firm breasts. Her skirt came up and I saw that she was in stay-ups
with lacy tops, and tiny silk knickers with the wet crotch pulled tight over her pussy lips. Frazer had seen this too, and gave a pleased grunt as he pulled her close, still fucking my tits as he slid a hand around her bum. She gasped and her face went slack with pleasure as a finger found her pussy hole.

He moved back, sitting on his bed with his long, powerful legs splayed out and his cock rearing up from his open fly, beckoning to us. We came, crawling in, to lick and suck and kiss at his erection. Bobbie took his balls in her mouth, her jaw as wide as it would go, and I was on his cock alone, taking as much as I could fit in. He settled back, his hands folded behind his head, cool and easy as the two of us worked on his cock and balls. I heard Luke's voice from behind me, weak and pleading, an eager puppy.

‘How about me?' he whined.

Bobbie's bum was right in his face, silky white knickers stretched taut over her neat cheeks. A man would have pulled them down and fucked her. I answered him, cool and mocking, as I pulled up from Frazer's cock.

‘You get to watch, if you're a good boy, but you keep your hands to yourself.'

Frazer gave a chuckle and reached out to tweak Bobbie's knickers down at the back, leaving her bare to Luke's wide-eyed gaze. I could see the lust and jealousy in his eyes, so strong, and a truly gloriously wicked thought hit me.

‘I'll make a deal,' I said. ‘I'll suck you, all the way, but only if you suck Frazer.'

Bobbie had come off Frazer's balls, and burst into laughter. I took his cock, waggling it at Luke, who had gone bright pink and was stammering something about how he wasn't gay but would I suck him anyway. I wagged my finger.