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At some point, I must’ve drifted off while the television droned on in the background. I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the coffee table.
With blurry eyes, I fumbled for it, then squinted at the screen.
The number came up as Landon Moore – Boss.
I smiled to myself, wondering what he could possibly want and why he was texting me on a holiday.
Landon: What interesting things are you doing on Thanksgiving?
It took me longer than normal to reply because I was going through a million responses in my head. None of them the truth. How could I possibly tell him that I was spending the entire day watching television because I didn’t have anyone to spend Thanksgiving with?
I decided to embellish the truth but not lie exactly.
Luci: Oh, you know. The same thing a lot of people do on Thanksgiving.
There. That didn’t sound terrible. And I didn’t lie. I was sure a lot of people spent the day alone at home, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Landon: So, does that mean you’re at your mother’s?
Well, shit.
Not like I could come up with a lie for that one. I’d already admitted that my mother and I had a strained relationship.
Luci: No. Not at my mom’s.
I stared at the phone, terrified what he would ask me next. I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want him to think I was some sort of introverted hermit who spent all my time at home alone. That wasn’t the case, but I really didn’t get out much. That was mostly by choice.
Landon: Where are you right now?
Leave it to Landon to ask the tough questions.
Luci: At home.
Landon: Doing?
Luci: Nothing, really.
I certainly wasn’t telling him that I’d been napping for most of the day. That really sounded pathetic.
Before he shot off another text, I opted to get in a question of my own.
Luci: And where are you spending Thanksgiving?
Landon: Spent the day with the parents. Sister came into town with the nieces and nephews.
Luci: I’m assuming Langston was there?
Landon: He was. And is. We’re at the apartment right now.
I remembered that they’d said they kept an apartment for their parents for when they visited. Which likely meant they stayed nearby when their parents were in town.
Luci: Yours or theirs?
Landon: Ours.
Luci: Is anyone else there with you?
Landon: No. Just me and Langston.
Well, at least he wasn’t alone.
Figuring he’d texted in an effort to be polite and tell me Happy Thanksgiving, I decided to give him an out on the conversation.
Luci: Well, Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have a great day with your family.
Landon: We’re not done here, sweetness. Not by a long shot.
Luci: Oh.
Landon: It’s not polite to dismiss someone.
Luci: I’m sorry.
Landon: I think it’s only fair if you make it up to me.
Luci: And how do I do that?
I couldn’t imagine what he would come up with. My bosses were anything but predictable.
Landon: Do you trust me, Luci?
That was easy.
Luci: Yes. I trust you.
Landon: Prove it.
Luci: How do I do that?
Landon: I want you to put the phone down. Go into your bedroom and find the sexiest bra and panty set you have. Put them on. Just those. No other clothes.
That seemed like a strange request, but considering I was now eager to see where this might lead, I typed back a quick okay, then headed for my bedroom. I rummaged through my underwear drawer until I found a black-lace set. It wasn’t exactly taboo, but it was nice.
I quickly shed my clothes, then put on the bra and panties before returning to my phone.
Luci: Okay. I changed.
Landon: What color are they?
Luci: Black.
Landon: Nice. But boring. Try again.
Luci: Try again?
Landon: Yes. Go back into your bedroom, find something different, and change.
Luci: Okay.
I could admit that I was enjoying this game. I hopped up off the couch and ran to my bedroom. I scrounged around until I found another set. This one was nude. It was demure yet sexy. I changed, then went back to the living room.
Luci: I changed.
Landon: Color?
Luci: Nude.
Landon: Nope. Try again.
Okay, so this could easily become a pain in the ass. Wondering if he had a specific color in mind, I decided to ask.
Luci: Is there a certain color you would prefer me to wear?
Landon: Thank you for asking, sweetness. And yes, I’d like you to put on something blue.
Well, at least it wasn’t a wild color. I did have blue. Several shades, in fact. Since he liked that I’d asked, I questioned on which shade he would prefer: navy, light blue, royal blue, or turquoise.
Landon: Navy.
I hurried to change again. I was actually quite fond of this set. The bralette was see-thru lace and hooked around the back of my neck and had a thin band that went over my ribs. Due to the color, it hid my nipples fairly well. The panties were high-cut in the same see-thru lace, with thin bands on the sides.
Luci: Okay. I changed again.
Landon: Prove it.
Luci: How do I do that?
Landon: Take a picture and send it to me.
Holy shit.
Now, that was not something I’d ever done. Pictures weren’t private.
Landon: You said you trusted me, sweetness. Prove it.
Damn it.
He had me there.
I’d taken millions of selfies over the years. Some even in my bathing suit. Surely this wasn’t much different than that. I padded to the bathroom, then looked at myself in the mirror. In case it came down to showing him a full view of myself, I quickly pulled my hair up, wanting to look somewhat decent. I wasn’t wearing makeup, but that wasn’t a big deal. At least not to me.
Choosing to keep my face out of the image for now, I quickly snapped a picture, then sent it to Landon.
Landon: Very nice. But I’m not fond of the pose.
Knowing this could go nowhere fast, I decided I would ask him.
Luci: Is there a specific pose you would prefer?
Landon: There is.
I waited patiently, wanting him to tell me, yet worried that he would ask for more than I was comfortable giving. However, I had told him that I trusted him.
Landon: What room are you in?
Luci: Living room.
Landon: I want you to lie back on the couch, propping yourself against the armrest.
I did as he requested, getting comfortable, my legs out straight and crossed at the ankles.
Luci: Done.
Landon: Send me a picture.
Swallowing hard, I snapped a selfie, once again, keeping my face out of the shot.
Landon: I definitely approve of your underwear choice.
Luci: Thank you.
Landon: Now slip your hand beneath your panties, put your fingers on your clit. Send me a pic.
Oh, shit.
I knew he wasn’t going to go easy on me.
It took me a few minutes to work up the courage, but I finally did as he instructed.
Landon: Mmm. I like to think about what you’re doing to yourself beneath those panties.
My body temperature shot up at least ten degrees as I read his text.
Landon: Just remember the rules.
Luci: I remember. I’m not allowed to masturbate without permission.
Admittedly, just the slightest graze of my fingers against my clit was working me up.
Landon: I have another request.
Luci: Okay.
Landon: This one is going to prove how much you trust me.
Aww, crap.
Luci: Okay.
Landon: You have two options. First, you can record yourself teasing your pussy. It will require you to give me an unobstructed view of your fingers on your cunt. I also require that you expose your tits for my pleasure. Keep in mind, you are NOT allowed to come.
I swallowed hard. That did not sound like fun. Not only was I terrified about recording myself doing something like that, I knew it would be futile if I couldn’t come. Hell, he had me so worked up and I had yet to do much more than put on the underwear he preferred.
Landon: Your second option is: You can Facetime me, then I will instruct you what I want you to do while we’re on the phone. Langston will be present to watch. And before I disconnect the call, I will allow you to come. Your choice. But you only have one minute to decide.
One minute? Holy hell. How was I supposed to make that decision? Record myself masturbating, but never being allowed to come? Or having him and Langston watch as I follow his instructions? The first one seemed easier for the simple fact that I was recording myself. Less pressure. The second sounded far more pleasurable on my part.
Landon: Fifteen seconds. Make a decision.
Luci: I prefer… to Facetime you.
Landon: Good answer, sweetness. I’ll be waiting for your call. You have one minute.
Oh, damn.
I was starting to sweat and my hands were trembling, but I pulled up his contact information and hit the button to make the live-video call.
I instantly saw my face on my screen, and a few seconds later, he answered. Landon’s beautiful face appeared and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Hello, sweet girl.”
“Hi.”
“Are you ready?”
I wasn’t, but I nodded anyway.
“Good. Now, I want you to prop up your phone so that I have a good view of your entire body.”
I sat up, then positioned a cushion on the end of the sofa near my feet. Another went on top of it and I managed to prop my phone up.
“Is that good?” I asked.
“So far. I’ll let you know if I need you to change it. Now lie back.”
I did, continuing to watch the screen so I could see his face. The image shifted and then there were two faces on the screen.
“Hello, little one,” Langston greeted.
“Hi.”
“You sound eager,” Landon stated.
“I am.” It was true. “Also nervous.”
“No need to be nervous.”
Easy for you to say.
“Okay, sweet girl. I want you to slip your hand beneath those sexy little panties once more.”
I did. When my finger grazed my clit, I jerked.
Landon smiled.
“Gonna go off like a rocket, huh?”
I smiled shyly. “It’s possible.”
“In that case, you do not have permission to come until I give you specific instructions. Do you understand?”
“I understand.” Whether I could do as he said was still to be determined.
“Good. Now tease your pussy with your fingers. Keep your panties covering your hand.”
That wasn’t so bad. I mean, I’d never masturbated over the phone, but at least I was covered, for the most part.
I watched my hand as it shifted and moved beneath my panties, my middle finger teasing my clit, then slipping down and dipping inside me. I was soaked, my juices free flowing as I worked myself up in front of my phone audience.
“Show us one of your tits,” Landon commanded. “Just a hint of it.”
I tugged the stretchy fabric of my bra down, allowing my nipple to peek out above the lace.
“Pinch your nipple for us.”
I did.
“Now close your eyes, Luci.”
That seemed like an odd request, but I did that, too.
“Continue to finger your pussy, stroking your clit ever so softly. But keep teasing your nipple.”
With my eyes closed, this was far more erotic. I couldn’t see his face and his voice coming out of the phone speaker was strange but pleasurable at the same time.
“Now slip those panties over so we can see how wet your pussy is.”
As my chest heaved from my rapid breaths, I shifted the fabric out of the way with two fingers, holding it back before I rubbed my clit with one finger.
“We need a better view,” Langston stated.
“Hold on for a second, sweet girl. I want you to move the phone so that the camera is between your legs. Keep it at an angle so we can see your pussy, but also have a view of your gorgeous face.”
It took a minute for me to get the phone positioned so that they had the view they requested. It felt strange having to pause and reposition, but it also gave me a moment to get myself under control.
Once I was lying back on the cushion, I glanced down to ensure the phone was still in place before I closed my eyes once again and resumed teasing myself.
“Fucking beautiful, sweet girl. Let us see your pretty pussy.”
Making sure my panties were out of the way, I continued to play with myself. It was getting easier with every passing second because I was horny as hell.
“Show us both of your tits. Raise your bra up. We want to see those hard little nipples.”
His words were spurring me on, making me wetter.
“Imagine those are our hands on you. What would you want us to do to you? How hard would we be fingering you? Pinching your nipples?”
I moaned as I kept my eyes closed, imagining my hands were theirs. I shoved two fingers into my pussy and thrust deep.
“Damn, baby. You know how bad I want to put my mouth on your clit? To nip you with my teeth? To make you cry out, begging for us to let you come?”
Unable to hold back, I was moaning in earnest, continuing to plow my pussy with my fingers. My other hand released my breast, moving to my clit. I frigged myself wildly.
“That’s it, little one. Show us how you like it.”
Their deep voices caressed my skin as though they were in the same room with me, as though their hands and mouths were taking me to heights I’d never known.
“Don’t you dare come,” Landon bellowed. “Not until I tell you.”
“I’m trying,” I cried out. “I need to come.”
“Not just yet,” Langston said. “Keep pumping those fingers into your cunt. It’s such a nice sight. I only wish this was being recorded so I could watch it again later.”
“We’ll have to work her up to that,” Landon said. “But you’ll get there, sweet girl. You’ll be ready and willing to give us everything we ask for.”
I was already willing.
I whimpered, unable to stop fucking my fingers deeper, fondling my clit roughly.
“Okay, sweet girl. Pull your fingers out of your pussy and put them in your mouth.”
I shoved two fingers into my mouth.
“Now make yourself come by rubbing your clit only.”
That was easy. My clit was so sensitive, and the more I thought of them watching what I was doing, the closer I was getting to release.
“That’s it,” Langston crooned. “Just a little more, Luci.”
That did it.
My back bowed and my fingers stilled, my clit pulsing beneath them as I came.
“Ahh, yes. Such a pretty sight.”
They let me drift back down to earth, and when my breaths had evened out, Landon told me to grab the phone, so I did. I stared at the screen and he smiled back at me.
“I enjoyed that very much,” he said. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“You’re welcome, sir,” I whispered.
“We’ll talk to you later.”
I nodded, then disconnected the phone.
Lying on the sofa, I stared up at the ceiling.
Only then did I realize I was smiling.
I had to admit, this Thanksgiving hadn’t been all that bad.
Twenty-Three
I PRACTICALLY RACED TO THE office on Monday morning.
Having had five days off with very little to do was more than I could handle. I needed to be around people, needed to have some direct interaction with someone other than my own reflection.
I arrived a few minutes early, so I didn’t see Jordan on my way in. As was my usual routine, I headed back to my desk, got the coffee prepared to start, then sat down at my desk. I perused the calendar, noting the Monday meeting at ten before I settled in to go through my emails.
There were exactly two weeks before the quarterly meeting was to be held. After asking Ben’s opinion, I had sent out a survey to all of the managers, requesting input on what they would like to see at the meeting. Since they were being taken away from home for four solid days, I wanted to fill it with events that would keep them interested and eager for more.
The managers had responded positively to the survey, several of them admitting that they appreciated having their input considered. And several of them had come up with some creative ideas for workshops and events to be held during the week. I received an email from one manager elaborating more on their request and I added it to my list, planning to go over it in the Monday meeting.
Plus, I was happy to see that all the managers had been able to rework their schedules so that they could attend. I felt that was a positive response to their bosses and it showed how much they respected them.
Now that I had all of the reservation confirmations, I decided to call the hotel and ensure that they were all taken care of. Each manager had used their own company card to reserve the room; however, I would be handling the payment from our end, confirming that we were getting the discount we’d been offered.
This week I needed to nail down a schedule of events, but first, I had to get my list finalized for my bosses. After the morning meeting, I’d be well on my way to having completed my first big task.
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“So, aside from individual roundtables with each of your teams, as well as a couple with the entire group, those are the suggestions that I have as well as those that I received from your managers,” I explained to my four bosses as we sat in the Monday meeting.
“I’ll admit,” I continued, “I think it’s a good idea to give some insight into each of your clients and the range of products that you all represent. That seemed to be the consensus amongst the managers as well. They’re interested in learning and this is the perfect opportunity to provide them with training in a manner that doesn’t feel like they’re being lectured.”
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