Eight


By mid-Thursday afternoon, Carmen had gotten another fifteen pieces of business to fill her weekly quota. Meredith called her into the office as Victor stood off to the side.

“This week is good.” Meredith started.

Carmine fidgeted. “Yes.” She moaned.

“Is this your reward?” Meredith paused. “Or are we buying more sales from you?”

Carmine shook her head and her hands went to her pants. “I need this.” She unbuttoned her pants and wriggled it down her hips as Meredith watched nonplussed.

“Next week you will continue to work hard and sell?”

“Yes.” Carmine hissed and slid her hands down to touch herself.

Meredith bolted out of her chair and came around to the front of the desk. Curiously, she watched Carmine’s hands as she masturbated before her unabashed.

“Please…” Carmine pleaded. She reached out a hand and wavered in between grabbing Meredith, or Victor.

Meredith snatched her arm up and spun her around.

“First you give.” Meredith whispered in her ear. “Have you learned to give?”

She roughly pushed down Carmine making her squat. She got down low also and her skirt hiked up her bronze thighs. She tugged on Carmine’s pants so the Latina could get exposed.

Victor watched them. Carmine was so horny already she couldn’t see straight and Meredith was catching up. She put her hand in Carmine’s mouth and pushed her fingers in deep as she continued to whisper words of incitement. Carmine was hungry for it and sucked her fingers like they leaked ambrosia.

Meredith missed the sound of a vibrator hitting the carpet over Carmine’s coughing and gagging, but Victor didn’t. It was a light pink egg vibrating hard on the floor with a wire that disappeared into Carmine’s jeans.

He picked it up slowly almost confuse by its appearance. He looked over at Carmine squatting awkwardly with her pant almost past her knees. The smell of pussy blinded his senses but he could see that Carmine was leaking all over the carpet. It was a rare sight to see a woman actually dripping with desire.