THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  “That would be harsh,” he said

  But she knew she had intrigued him.

  She patiently waited and that afternoon he brought the subject of Sylvia up again.

  “What about her husband?”

  “What about him?”

  “I mean, she’s married. Why would she want me?”

  “You can see it in her eyes. She wants to be a lot closer to you.”

  He thought about it a long time.

  “At least talk to her, so she’ll get off my back,” Lucy insisted.

  “I could do that.”

  Lucy glanced at her watch, a gift she had gotten herself from the money filled envelope she had received. It wasn’t really expensive but it was the nicest she had ever owned.

  “It’s not quite lunchtime yet,” Lucy said. “You want me to fetch her?”

  Troy leaned back in his chair. “Yeah.”

  Her cousin was on the phone when Lucy reached her desk, but she put it down and glared at Lucy.

  “Mr. Ogden would like to see you,” Lucy said.

  A quick flicker of interest in Sylvia’s eyes. The young woman quickly got out of her chair and followed Lucy down the hall. Lucy could practically see the woman quivering in anticipation. Sylvia had it bad for her boss.

  Troy was still sitting behind his desk, but he got up when they entered his office. He walked around the desk and leaned against it.

  “Miss Lloyd says you’ve been giving her a hard time,” Troy said. “I don’t like that.”

  It was fascinating to watch. Sylvia seemed crushed at the slightest reprimand from Troy. Her shoulders slumped. Her lips trembled She seemed about to cry.

  “I think you should apologize,” Troy said.

  Sylvia couldn’t hold back the tears.

  “I’m sorry, Miss Lloyd,” she whispered. “I’m truly sorry. I wanted the job. I’m sorry I’ve been mean.”

  “I’m not sure if you should continue as an employee here,” Troy said. “I don’t care for an employee with a bad attitude.”

  It was as if the world had crashed down on her shoulders. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Her knees went rubbery and she might have fallen except that Lucy quickly pushed a chair over to her. She sank down on the seat, still sobbing.

  Troy folded his arms across his chest and looked over the crying woman’s head at Lucy. His face was red. He looked uncomfortable, but also a little excited. Power was a cruel aphrodisiac. Troy reached down and stroked Sylvia’s cheek. She put both her hands over his.

  “Oh, please don’t fire me, Mr. Ogden,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll keep a good attitude in the future.”

  “Well, maybe we could work something out,” Troy said. “From now on, you work for Miss Lloyd too. Anything she needs. You make her happy.”

  “I will,” she said. “I promise.”

  “And I think you should help Mr. Ogden with his stress level,” Lucy said. “He’s been much stressed lately.”

  Troy probably would not have been brave enough to push it any farther, but Sylvia took charge. She leaned her head between his legs and kissed him through his pants. She looked up, her tongue at the corner of her mouth.

  “Can you ask Miss Lloyd to leave,” she said.

  Lucy did not wait for his response. “I stay.”

  Power, Lucy thought. At that moment she held power over Sylvia and Troy in the same way she had taken charge of Eddie. They would do what she wanted.

  Power and the strong attraction Sylvia had for him was enough to make the busty young blond desperate. With no more protests, she tugged his zipper down and reached inside for his cock. Troy looked at her disbelievingly, but he groaned in pleasure as took his cock into her mouth. He quickly became hard in her mouth and she pulled her mouth away.

  Sylvia then went after his cock with gusto. She licked up and down his cock until it glistened with her spit. She slipped her lips down to his balls and lathered them, and then back up to the plum-colored head of his cock. She pulled her head back but she wasn’t stopping.

  She quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Once again she went desperately after his cock. Tongue and lips sucking and licking and then her teeth scraping. Troy moaned.

  “Damn, you are good at this, Sylvia,” Lucy said.

  Sylvia captured his throbbing cockhead once again, and her lips slid quickly down. Sylvia got almost his cock into her mouth before she choked a little. She pulled back and did again. This time more of his cock. His balls almost touched Sylvia’s chin. Up and down again. This time his balls touched. Incredible. His cock was all the way inside her mouth.

  Sylvia left it there for a moment. She pulled back and then did the same thing. A slow rhythm of taking him in and out of her throat. Lucy felt a tingle up and down her body, an impulse to rub her suddenly aching nipples.

  The smell of sex and the sense of power was exciting her.

  Sylvia increased her pace. Sylvia wasn’t just giving a blowjob. She was worshiping Troy's cock. Faster and faster and the cream froth of her spit and his cock cream bubbled out of the sides of her mouth wetting her chin. Sylvia’s fingertips caressed his heavy balls and it was more than Troy could take.

  He grunted in animal like passion and grabbed the back of Sylvia’s head as he spurted his cream down the back of her throat. Somehow Sylvia stayed where she was, and she took every drop of his cream.

  “Damn fucking nice,” Troy groaned.

  He released her and Sylvia pulled back gasping for breath and swallowing. But she didn’t move away. Instead she tenderly cleaned off the last remaining drops of cum from his cock. When she had him completely clean, she pulled the pins from her hair and let it flow down to her shoulders. She wiped his cock in strands of her thick hair and then she pulled up his boxers around his cock. Then his pants. She buckled him up and zipped him and sat back with a look of smug satisfaction on her face.

  “Damn,” Lucy said softly.

  8.

  Digger stayed away another week. It was an incredibly busy week, but things were beginning to make sense to her. She understood more and more that Troy was simply an ineffective manager. He had good ideas, but failed to put them into practice.

  The good part was that Sylvia had become a fawning, submissive servant. Coffee was on her desk every morning when she arrived, her few pieces of correspondence neatly stacked. And she began to play a few power games with Sylvia. She couldn’t help herself. The sense of being in charge was euphoric.

  “I think Troy might like your hair a little differently,” Lucy suggest, and the next day Sylvia showed up with a different hairstyle.

  “I think he might like your lipstick a different shade.”

  “I think he might like your dress a little shorter.”

  “You know, I think Mr. Ogden might like it if you didn’t wear a bra today.”

  Sylvia always blushed but she always obeyed every suggestion.

  Troy knew what was happening and was getting a kick out of it, especially when Sylvia ended up on her knees in his office at least three times a week.

  “Why haven’t you ever done it with her?” Lucy asked him bluntly one afternoon.

  “I’m a little concerned with spreading my seed around,” Troy said.

  Lucy shook her head. “You shouldn’t be. She’s married and she worships the ground you walk on. What if she does get pregnant? She’ll tell her husband it’s his baby if you tell her too. Don’t you get it? She’s like your slave or something?”

  “Like you are Digger’s,” Troy suggested.

  “No,” Lucy said. “She’s doing it for love. I do it for a cash.”

  “You’re actually not doing it all,” Troy said, laughing. “But you will when Digger gets back next week.”

  She shrugged. “You already know I’ll do what I have to do.”

  Troy was strangely quiet for a moment. “Lucy, what if I gave you some money?”

  “Why would you do that?”
r />   Lucy was afraid she already knew the answer to the question. The newness of Sylvia was wearing off and he was looking at her again with those adoring cow eyes.

  “You’re smart, Lucy. You’re smart and you’re pretty. I’ve never quite met anyone like you. I was thinking you could take some money and find an apartment up in Aberdeen or maybe Birmingham. We could find you a job there and I could visit sometimes.”

  “So I’d still be a whore, but I’d be your whore instead of Digger’s?”

  Troy looked like he was in pain. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, I really like you, Lucy.”

  “It wouldn’t work,” she said. “Besides, I made a bargain with Digger and I keep my bargains. Cheer up, Troy. You’ve got Sylvia.”

  Troy didn’t care for her answer, and she didn’t like the lovesick expression in his eyes. It was the last thing she needed. She already had Eddie pawing the ground in front her, and staring at her like a schoolboy with a crush. She didn’t need anyone else.

  A part of her job was solving problems. In a very short time Lucy found she could anticipate some of the problems, and solve them before they became urgent. In the buyer’s department, she discovered a buyer who was constantly late with orders and who seemed to spend the majority of his time on calls to suppliers. She went by his desk a couple of times before quitting and he smelled of alcohol. She suspected he was an alcoholic and doing enough just to get by, but no more.

  She mentioned it to Troy but he shrugged it off, and attempted once again to get her to take his money and move away to Fort Bell.

  That afternoon Digger called. It was the first time she had heard from him since he had so unexpectedly left town.

  “How you doing, Lucy?” he asked.

  “I’m doing fine,” she said.

  “Everybody treating you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  She took a deep breath. She glanced at her open door where she could hear Troy talking on the phone. In a soft voice, she described her outfit to Digger even down to the black lace panties and the lacy black bra. Digger’s breathing quickened.

  “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” he said.

  Her belly tensed, but then Digger abruptly changed the subject. He asked her about business, a few specific questions, and she told him about her fear that one of his buyers was an alcoholic and spending his afternoons in a bar instead of working.

  “Did you tell Troy?”

  “I told him,” she said.

  “Then let’s see if he handles it.”

  The phone call ended abruptly. Digger sedum said goodbye.

  For the rest of that week Digger phoned every afternoon. He started each conversation talking business and asking her opinion of how things were going. He seemed to actually value her opinion on things. There were several things she had noticed that bothered her. She was honest as she could be, even though she tried to keep Troy’s name out of it.

  On Friday when Digger called, they spent fifteen minutes talking business and then Digger’s voice changed, grew more suggestive.

  “You know where I am now?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “I’m in South Carolina with my boring in-laws. Right now Junie’s downstairs gabbing with her mother. This afternoon she and her Mom went to a spa, but you know something. When she comes upstairs, she’s still going to be fifty years old and saggy

  “Oh?”

  “I bet you’re not saggy anywhere,” he said huskily. “Those ripe firm tits.”

  “No,” she said.

  “I wish you were here right now sucking on this big fat cock I’m stroking.”

  “You’re doing that now?” she questioned.

  “Damn right. I just took a shower and I’m laying naked on the bed and I’m stroking my cock and I wish your mouth was on it.”

  “I’d suck it,” she said.

  “Just like before,” he said. “You’d suck it good. “

  She heard his breathing quicken.

  “Tell me what you’re wearing.”

  She lied. She had worn a plain skirt to work and no fancy undergarments. She knew it wasn’t what he wanted to hear and she described the sexiest outfit in her closet. She was not wearing stockings but she described her black garter belt and stockings, her red stiletto shoes.

  “I’ve got to see that,” he moaned.

  Troy came to the door and she looked up. She was going to have to start closing the door when Digger called. She kept talking, knowing that Troy was listening to every word.

  “You’re going to see it, baby,” she said loud enough for Troy to hear. “You’re going to see everything I’ve got. I belong to you.”

  “Talk dirty to me,” he whispered. “I’m almost there. Talk dirty.”

  “Fuck me,” she said, still looking directly into Troy’s face. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me in my hot pussy. Fill me up with your cream. Fill my pussy.”

  Digger cried out on the phone and she knew he’d come. He stopped talking for a moment and she thought he might have hung up. But this she heard his voice again, low and silky sounding.

  “Damn, girl, I’m a mess.”

  “If I was there, I’d clean it up for you.”

  “How?”

  “I’d lick up every drop,” she said.

  Troy turned away from her door with a look of pure disgust.

  …..

  But she had planted an idea in Troy’s head. On Monday morning when she sipped her coffee, Sylvia stepped tentatively into her office.

  “Mr. Ogden isn’t in yet,” she said.

  “No.”

  “He said he wanted to see me as soon as he got in this morning,” Sylvia said.

  Lucy smiled. A flush of excitement went through her. She had a good idea what Troy wanted. She felt a little tug of guilt. When she made her bargain with Digger, she had not planned on getting sexual excitement out of it. She was simply going to do what she had to do. But each day brought business knowledge as well as a new sense of sexual power.

  She left Sylvia standing in front of her desk as she sipped her coffee.

  “Are you wearing panties?” Lucy asked.

  “Of course,” Sylvia said.

  “I’d take them off. I think Mr. Ogden has something a little different in mind today.”

  Sylvia’s face flushed and her eyes glittered. Lucy realized Sylvia was getting what she had always wanted. To show how far her submissive streak had gone, Sylvia didn’t hesitate. She pulled her straight skirt up to her waist and the thin slip she wore. In a moment she peeled her cotton panties down her legs and held them in one hand.

  “Hold you skirt up,” Lucy said.

  Lucy was not really interested in another female’s body but again there was that sense of sexual power in humiliating Sylvia. Sylvia held her skirt up. She had a very thick, very blond bush.

  “Go into his office,” Lucy said.

  Sylvia turned and walked into the next office, her shapely ass jiggling on her very high stiletto heels, another suggestion Lucy had made. Lucy followed.

  “Lean over his desk,” Lucy said.

  Sylvia leaned over the desk resting on her forearms. Lucy told to hunch back a little and spread her legs. Sylvia obeyed.

  The plump, pink lips of Sylvia’s sex was exposed and spread for Troy. Lucy pulled a chair against the wall and sat. This was going to be interesting.

  Troy showed up ten minutes later and Sylvia had not moved. He gasped in disbelief as he walked through the door. He glanced at Lucy sitting nearby and then back at Sylvia.

  “Hot damn,” he said.

  “I told you,” Lucy said “Enjoy her.”

  “Like Digger enjoys you?” Troy asked.

  She shrugged.

  Troy looked angry. He unbuckled and unzipped. This time he kicked his pants and boxers completely off. He looked kind of comical with his white shirt and black tie, but there was nothing comical about the shaft rising between his legs.

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sp; “You started this,” he said to Lucy. “Come get me wet.”

  Lucy had no intention of participating She shook her head.

  “Only with Digger’s permission,” she said.

  Troy’s eyes burned with anger. He stepped up to Sylvia.

  “Tell me what you want, bitch,” he said roughly.

  “I want you to make love to me,” she Sylvia answered.

  Lucy was by Sylvia’s side in a moment. Lucy was not participating but she couldn’t help it that her nipples felt so hard and sensitive. She leaned over so that her lips were close to Sylvia’s ear.

  “No,” she said harshly. “”You’re not making love. You’re not his wife. You’re not his girlfriend. You’re a whore. Now tell him what you want, bitch.”

  “I want him inside me,” Sylvia whined.

  “No, use the words, damn it. Use the words he wants to hear. Use the words my mother used when she was entertaining her men. Use the fucking words.”

  Lucy could not believe how angry and excited she was. Troy was looking at her in shocked amazement.

  Sylvia gave up all her pride.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Fuck my pussy. Make me your whore, Mr. Ogden. Please fuck me.”

  Troy savagely shoved his prick into her and left it there for a moment, still looking at Lucy with disbelief. Lucy breathed deeply to calm herself and then she straightened up and moved back to her chair.

  In that moment she was incredibly hot. She sat in the chair and slipped her skirt up past her knees. She did not remove her panties but she started slowly moving her fingertips up and down the groove of her sex.

  “Fuck her hard, Troy,” she whispered.

  Sylvia whimpered like a kicked puppy as Troy Ogden began ramming his prick in and out of her. A moment later it was as if the floodgates opened. Sylvia went nuts and the smell of her juice filled the room. Lucy couldn’t believe how fast Sylvia came.

  “Damn, she’s been hot for this,” Lucy said.

  Her own orgasm was a moment later. It wasn’t as spectacular as Sylvia’s, but it was nice. Troy was still going, grunting as he slammed into her. Lucy watched his muscular buttocks contract each time he ploughed into her, and another tingling sensation started in her. She tried to get control of herself but watching him fuck Sylvia was so damned exciting.