by Dark Angel
She gives me a brief look, a perfunctory nod before looking behind me at whatever’s going on there.
“This is where our Human Resources people work,” Sean announces.
Oh shit, I guess we’re supposed to be giving a tour or something.
I can see the interest leave Alyssa’s face at this news. Maybe she’s one of those ‘HR is too important to be left to HR’ people.
“This part’s not that electrifying?” I hear Tristan quip from the other end of the corridor.
“I’m very electrified, but I’m ready to move on,” announces Alyssa.
“Hellllooooo…” I hear a voice sing from somewhere behind me.
I jump a little, but I know who it is. I spin around in my tracks to see Shelly, de-facto head of HR, grinning in the hallway.
I wave, but keep walking. Alyssa does the same, but Sean stops to give Shelly a big hug before immediately jumping into asking about her cats.
It’s to Sean’s credit that he does everything to keep the HR people happy, especially now, since I know he’s as keen on impressing Alyssa as the rest of us.
Alyssa’s already on her way out the door down the hallway, though. I follow, as quickly as I can while keeping my casual air.
She gets to the next section a few long seconds before me, and I hear her impressed voice as I walk through the door.
“This is even bigger!”
Alyssa’s just finishing her exclamation when I enter the room. She’s right. This area leading into the main research department seems almost warehouse-like in scope when you first walk in—apart from the white, saturated, space-age aesthetics.
“I like to say that this what people thought the future would look like forty years ago.” Tristan’s wearing a self-satisfied smile while delivering that gem.
“Ah-hah.” Alyssa’s not really listening, she’s just enjoying the tour, and so am I.
My favorite moment yet is when Alyssa spots a few lab coat-wearing techs wandering around the far side of the room. Her wide smile of marvel sends my heart into a happy flutter.
I feel Tristan’s glare before I look over to see him. He’s just as enchanted by Alyssa’s smile, and our rivalrous vibe turns to understanding.
‘She is something else’ seems to be our understanding as we share a brief glance.
That is, before we hear Alyssa walking through a door into an adjacent, much less interesting and much more office-y part of the building.
As if she’d flipped a switch by walking through the door, that vibe of rivalry returns with a vengeance.
I hear the sound of Sean finally catching up with us and entering the room, but Tristan and I are busy watching each other, now with a different understanding.
Only one of us can get to be the tour guide now, and the race is on. I’m sure it takes Sean by surprise to see us both start bolting towards the door out of nowhere.
Chapter 20
Alyssa
The True Love facilities are more impressive than even I guessed. Everything is so streamlined and modern. The techs seem happy to be here and Simon has great rapport with the employees.
Sean and Tristan seem to be making a point of brushing against me as often as they can. I’m really enjoying the attention. Being escorted around the facilities by these three extremely handsome men is only somewhat distracting.
A part of me still believes they might be an evil corporation out for world domination but, mostly, it just seems like they want to create wonderful perfumes and make a bunch of money to afford glamorous lifestyles. It’s getting harder to want to shut them down.
Simon walks in front of me and I have a wonderful view of his perfectly round ass in his designer slacks. He lost the jacket somewhere around the corporate offices, so I can also see the play of his broad shoulders under his white shirt when he is pointing to various details of the extensive lab campus.
Sean and Tristan flank me on either side, occasionally touching my arm to point something out that they think Simon didn’t do justice to. Each time, they brush my breast and lean in close to whisper in my ear whatever trivia they could use as an excuse.
“Over there is the file room, super boring to go through. Nothing but old formula notes and some taxes. Honestly, Tate would be the only one interested in showing you that, he loves his future straddles strategies,” Simon mentions as we pass a door labeled 337.
“I don’t know if he’s the only one.” whispers Sean, sliding a hand around my waist. “I like to think about future straddling, don’t you Alyssa?” His hand tightens around me pulling me into him. His breath is hot on my neck. I close my eyes for a moment and enjoy the scent and feel of the strong man beside me.
“Cute,” I whisper back. I want to make a joke back, but I can’t think of anything. I’m a little distracted trying to remember where exactly we are. A file room full of formula notes might be just what I need to make a break with my job.
A few minutes and a couple of naughty puns later, we come to a set of security doors. Now or never, I think to myself.
“Gentlemen, it has been some time since coffee this morning. I’m going to run powder my nose before we continue with the next part of the tour.” I interrupt Simon before he can open the door.
“Of course, I’ll take you back to the ladies’ lounge on this floor.” Offers Tristan. “There is a really nice couch in there, cozy, absorbent.” he continues teasing.
“That’s alright, I can find it.” I call, already heading back down the hall. I hate ignoring Tristan’s teasing, but I need to check that file room. Something I can’t do with a horny executive following me. I am a little intrigued by that couch though.
My trip back down the hall is a quicker without my distracting tour guides, and I almost miss room 337 imagining Tristan taking me on a couch in the ladies’ lounge. I actually reach room 335 before I realize that I went too far.
I hurry back to the correct room and check the halls. This part of the labs has very little traffic and is a secure area. Fingers crossed, I’m hoping this door is unlocked.
CLICK
It is. I push the door open to a room the size of my whole apartment filled with large filing cabinets. Crap, this could take longer than a trip to the restroom can explain. I close the door behind me and start looking around. I have to make the most of my time. I’m sure if I can find notes or a draft of a formula, I will be home free.
The first cabinet I try really is for tax documents. The initials on most of the forms are “T” scribble. Looks like Tate really does have a hand in most of the finance stuff.
The second cabinet is for personnel-related files. Without digging very far, it becomes clear that the corporate office has unusually high turnover in assistants, all in the C-block. I wonder if these guys are just super demanding, or if something else is going on there.
Third bank of files…jackpot! Mostly handwritten notes that would be incomprehensible without my chemistry background, but I’ve been doing this for a very long time. I’m also great at reading crappy handwriting, thank goodness for my TA days in college.
The second drawer I check though, seems to have final drafts of all the True Love scents.
“Project Partridge,” I murmur to myself. I found it. There it is, the formula for the latest True Love signature scent. The thing they didn’t want to turn over to the FDA so they didn’t have to go public and open themselves up to a dupe.
I realize how long I have been gone and just grab the final draft. I don’t even read it over. I hastily close the file cabinet, now shy of one Project Partridge final formula. I fold the single sheet of paper and put it in my makeup bag in my purse. I hurry to the door and listen for people on the other side.
Seems clear so I hurry out. I rush down the hall and back to the waiting guys.
“I knew I should have taken you.” Tristan says when I rejoin them. “You tried the couch out on your own, didn’t you?” He gives me a mock stern look and the four of us walk through the security doors.
They click behind us.
I know that I never would have gotten back on the other side without arousing suspicions. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I’m not sure if she likes us or just our furniture.” Sean says, wrapping his arm around my waist again. “What do you say Alyssa? Are you here for a divan or a deviant?” The last part he whispers in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
“I’m here for work.” I answer smiling. “Remember you have a business to run, and Simon is showing me around. What are you here for Sean?”
“You.” He replies simply. “We run a perfume company and you smell delicious.” He kisses my cheek and I feel myself blush.
“Speaking of smells.” Simon interrupts, mimicking Tristan’s mock reproval from earlier. “We have reached the perfume room.” He gestures at yet to another door that looks just like all the others in this well-appointed lab.
“Now the other day, you had a chance to see our tester room. This is the final testing room. The samples are not only the completed perfumes but the bottles and packaging. The room itself is built to mimic a boudoir so testers can experience the scents in an appropriate atmosphere.”
Simon seems really proud of this. He opens the door, the lush interior that greets us is quite a contrast to the stark white corridor we’re standing in.
I walk through the door. The floor changes from sleek linoleum to a thick carpet, perfect for laying on. There are a couple of couches and a vanity in the room. The vanity is covered in perfume bottles. They are of all shapes and colors. The packaging for each effectively evokes the emotion they mean to express even before you can smell the scents.
“Go ahead, you’ve tried some of these before. Feel free to try them here in the perfume room to see how different the experience is.” Sean whispers in my ear. I didn’t even notice him step in behind me. I indulge in his warm breath on my neck and the scent of him standing so near me. I think about the last time I tried their perfumes.
“It was the incident the day before,” I try to convince myself “Just smelling perfume isn’t going to drive me to have an orgy.”
I know that, but then there was the strip club. Maybe it isn’t the perfume. Maybe I should try it again. For science.
I walk over to the vanity and start sniffing the bottles there. Feeling optimistic and courageous again, I smile to myself. The power of suggestion is so strong. I wonder if this is scent memory or something else. There is so much to learn about the psychology behind scents.
I try a couple of bottles I missed before, a pink strawberry-looking bottle smells like fresh cut grass and the ripest strawberries. I want to laugh and twirl in a circle with my arms over my head like a child.
While I am trying their wares, I hear the door open. The rest of the men come in and settle into the couches around the room. I think all they are here for is see what I will do.
I’m sure Ty, Theo, or Owen told them what happened the last time I tried their new scent. My panties are damp just thinking about that.
Project Partridge. I turn back to the vanity. I think about the formula hiding in my bag. I don’t want to think about work right now. Carpe Diem, I’m going to seize this day, and I know just the way to do it.
In the center of the vanity is the bottle, its curves perfect from every angle. Just looking at the perfume bottle floods my panties again. Even if I had never smelled it before, I would know that this bottle was about sex. The glass evokes passion. I pick it up and turn back to the waiting men.
“Do you mind?” I ask aiming the bottle at my collarbone.
“Not at all,” answers Simon
I spritz a fine mist of perfume on my chest and a familiar feeling of pure desire overcomes me. I inhale deeply, and set the beautiful bottle down.
“I’m really glad you are all here.” My voice is husky with want and I slowly unbutton my blouse.
Chapter 21
Alyssa
I'm so hot, my body is on fire with lust. I need my 144 inches of rock-hard cock. I can't keep my hands off myself in the perfume room. All thoughts of the FDA and the formula leave my mind, and the only thoughts that remain are of my dripping, throbbing pussy, and how it needs to be filled.
I stumble back out into the hallway, and Simon is the first one that I see. Without saying a word, I grab his head with both my hands, and kiss him deeply, passionately.
Sean and Tristan stand there watching, I'm sure they’re just as curious as Simon is. But Simon has given in to me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close to him, and kissing me, right there in the hall.
It's not enough. I need my men.
Reaching behind me, I grab Sean by the shirt, and pull him toward me, popping a button off in the process. He grinds up against my ass, his hands moving on my hips, pulling me back into him. I feel the bulge in his pants press into me, and I let out a little moan.
Tristan is standing there, not knowing what to do. I gesture for him to come closer. I break my kiss with Simon, who is all too happy to start kissing my neck and fondling my tits through my blouse. Tristan comes over to me. I pull him close, kissing him, sliding my tongue in his mouth, biting his lip in my mad rush for satisfaction.
It's still not enough. I need all my men. I stop, and push the men away from me.
"Where are they?"
I don't need to say anymore. Simon grabs me by the hand, and hurriedly starts walking down the hall, Sean and Tristan in tow.
We get to the board room, and the rest of my men are around the table. They are alone in the room, but I would not have cared if they weren't.
Owen comes in front of me.
"Did you have a good look around?"
I push him back on the chair behind him, raising one of my heels on the arm rest. My pussy is now level with his face. He looks up at me, watching me intently.
All eyes on the room are on me. Simon, Sean, and Tristan must be smiling behind me, but they don't ruin the surprise for everyone. Not quite yet.
Now that I am here, I don't mind taking my time. I set the mood by slowly tracing my inner thigh with one finger, raising my skirt higher and higher, until my finger just grazes the edge of my panties. They are soaking wet. I slide a nail under them, and move them to the side, revealing my glistening pussy lips.
All eyes in the room are glued to me. No one is saying a word. No one has moved since I pushed Owen into the chair. They’re all waiting for me. This, is power.
Sliding my index and middle finger on each side of my swollen pussy lips, I caress the outside of my pussy, teasing it, making it swell it even more, drawing the juices out onto my fingertips. I whimper softly with each stroke, letting them see on my face how much I want it.
Owen starts to slide his hand up my leg. I smack it away.
"Not yet."
I own them right now. They are my toys to do with as I please. And I know exactly where I want them.
I slide my fingers in, slowly. As I penetrate myself, I am paralyzed with ecstasy. My mouth is frozen wide open, like the picture on my security badge. My fingers reach inside of me to the third knuckle, my thumb grazing my g-spot, and that breaks the spell. I can't stop the moan from escaping my lips.
The men shift, uncomfortably, not wanting to move. No doubt, they’re afraid they’ll shock me into my senses if they do. If they only knew: I've never felt so clear about anything before in my life.
Moving my fingers in and out of me, my whole-body tingles. I glance around at the hungry expressions of every guy in the room, and then back at Owen, deciding he has had enough torture.
Using both hands to hold back my skirt and panties, I present him with my perfect little dripping pussy. He sticks his tongue out, and I shift my pelvis forward just enough to graze his muscular meat tentacle. Just as he gets a taste of me, I pull back, teasing him, until I am ready for him to work his magic.
I reach one hand behind Owen's head, and pull him in to me. He obeys eagerly, flicking his tongue lightly on the outside of my clit. His touch is so
soft that I almost think I’m just imagining it.
He does it again, and my head rolls back as I moan. He does it a third time, and then reaches behind me, pulling my hips into his face, burying his tongue in my pussy. I gasp sharply, looking down at him, watching his tongue penetrate me.
He seals around me with his lips, sucking gently, and pulls at my pussy lips playfully, then dives in with his tongue again. I have both hands on his head now, and I drive it into my cunt, thrusting my hips into his face. I'm not even sure if he can breathe, but I don't care. I need that tongue in me. I need it. But still, it's not enough.
Luckily, our movement has broken the spell, and the rest of my men are eager to join in.
In front of me, I see a number of very expensive pairs of pants, with thick, muscular bulges in them. Some of the men are rubbing their long shafts through the pants, others are reaching inside with their hands.
Simon comes from behind me, pulling my head back and kissing me, one hand on my throat, the other eagerly pawing at my blouse, to free my tits.
My nipples are so hard. I hear fabric ripping as he tears my blouse off, but I don't care. I'm past caring, now. He uses both hands to get my bra off, not bothering to unhook it.
Simon breaks his kiss with me, and moves his index and middle finger around my lips. I open my mouth, and greedily suck his fingers in, working them as if they were his cock. The cool air and sudden lack of sensation on my nipples heightens their sensitivity. It's as if Simon is aware of that, and he starts rubbing around the areola first.
My nipples are so hard it almost hurts, but it feels so good. Working his way in, he reaches my nipples, and gently, pinches them between fingers dampened with saliva. I reach back and run my hand through his short hair, moaning as he plays with my nipples. My breasts are eager to be handled, and he readily obliges, squeezing them tightly, massaging them together.
My men make me feel amazing. My passion begins to build within me. I try to tell them as much, but Simon's tongue still fills my mouth and Owen's tongue is so deep within me I don't know if he could hear me.