Literotic asexstories – Collective Bargaining by WriteTyper,WriteTyper
This story depicts group sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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“Damn him” Cindy whispered under her breath. Her husband Rod knew what strings to pull to get a rise out of her. He was away attending a three day conference and had bet her that she couldn’t get this order completed while he was away. They ran the company together and divided their time to suit their respective skills, she in charge of the Customer Care, HR and Administration, he in charge of signing off the customer requirements through to delivering the order.
He had already announced “The place will go to hell while I’m not there” knowing his words would get her back up “There’s no way that order will get out the door on time even as simple as it is.”
His wife, Cindy, had taken the bait straight away as she stated, “You’ll see, how much are you prepared to lose when it goes out the door?”
Rod hid his knowing look and feigned surprise, after a few minutes of thought he announced “I will take you for a five star pampering weekend if you can steer this motley lot to get the order out of the door. You don’t need me to tell you how important this is to our business. If I win however, I claim Anal sex, it’s been years since we tried it and I feel confident that standards will slip while I’m not here.”
Cindy was now on the wrong foot; they had engaged in anal sex a few times but they hadn’t had much success and it was always uncomfortable for her on the receiving end. Rod liked it but didn’t push the issue until now suspecting he held the winning hand. So, the bet was made and she knew her husband would fully expect her to fulfil her side of the bargain.
Sure enough, she was now sat in the office on the afternoon that he departed for his conference and she could see the younger guys larking about because she normally faced away from the shop floor. This could potentially spell what to expect for the next three days and she would have lost the bet; the timescales were tight but not impossible. She paced the upstairs office for a while debating how best to encourage the lads to complete the job. She could hardly implore the group with some rousing speech; her husband could but she doubted it would make a blind bit of notice. Just at that point Jerry walked out on to the floor and chivied them along back to their benches; maybe that was the answer.
Cindy opened the door to the upper floor office and shouted down, “Jerry can I borrow you a moment?” She received his usual wave of acknowledgement and he started towards the open stairs that led to the office. Jerry was a good and conscientious employee; she knew her husband valued his input; he wasn’t one of the more vocal staff members but the workforce had learnt that it was worth listening to what he had to say when he did pipe up.
He stepped into the office and assumed she wanted the door shut behind him. “I guess you’re the boss for a while, what can I do for you?” He was tall by Cindy’s 5 feet 4 standard and broad shouldered from years of manual work. His dark hair was greying at the temples and the tattoos on his bulging upper arms told of his former life in the navy. His square chin and square nose gave him a distinguished look even if he rarely traded on his looks.
“Well, it’s like this” Cindy began “We’ve got to get this order out by close of play Thursday and I’m concerned with hubbie being away that the lads will see it as an opportunity to lark about if they are left to their own devices. I know they listen to you, could you keep an eye out to see they keep to the plan?” Jerry started chuckling and so Cindy asked, “What’s so funny?”
Jerry held his hands up in defence “It was just something the boss told me. I’ll do my best to keep them on track but I suspect Rod made the timelines tight on purpose.” He liked Cindy; she was a few years younger than him, blonde and petite that meant she was curvy in all the right places.
She adopted a very conspiratorial expression as she asked, “What has he been saying?”
Jerry looked uneasy as he replied, “He confided that he had made a bet with you about getting it out the door and it would cost him a pampering weekend if you managed to get it out the door.”
“And did he confide what penalty I’d pay for not hitting his ‘tight’ timelines?” Cindy enquired further.
Jerry looked uneasy at that question and the colour drained from Cindy’s face. “A little birdie may have confided that you’re going to have to take it somewhere unorthodox if he wins. Please don’t say anything to him, I’d like to think he trusts my discretion but I don’t like telling lies.”
Cindy fumed “The little shit.” Her choice of words made him bark a laugh but she continued “Please don’t mock me, it’s bad enough I fell for it but now someone else knows it’s even more embarrassing.”
Again, the defensive pose from Jerry as he answered “My lips are sealed. I won’t be telling anyone, especially when you are walking a little funny.”
“Please don’t, it’s bad enough he will win. I won’t hear the last of it for years to come” she stated but then asked “Is there anything you can do to keep them on track. I can pay you if it’ll help.”
Jerry had blabbed more than he wanted to do and was certainly not going to confess that Rod had already slipped him an envelope of money to ensure the job went out first thing Friday morning by express delivery which would placate the customer. “I’ll see what I can do” was all he would say by way of consolation. True to his word, when Jerry returned to the shop floor, he ensured he had a quiet word with each of the employee’s and they responded favourably with the minimum of banter as they went about their jobs.
The following morning had yielded a quiet and industrious team going through their roles and Cindy began to feel that maybe — just maybe – they might hit their target. Unfortunately, Jerry had to pop out on an errand and it seemed the minute that he stepped out the lads started to mess around and Cindy’s hopes dropped. This was no longer about the bet — well, okay a little — but her spirits were linked to getting the job out for a customer that could be lucrative for them in the future and that is what fed her despair. Cindy did try going down to the shop floor to gee the lads up but all they seemed interested in was watching her stocking clad legs as they descended the stairs and giving her suitable platitudes only to resume their former lackadaisical habits the minute, they had finished watching her butt and legs climb back up the stairs.
On his return Jerry went up to the office to find a very worried Cindy sat at her desk tapping her painted nails. When she heard the door open her head shot around and he saw her worried expression and asked, “What’s the matter boss?”
She waved her hands around “I just can’t see us getting this job out. The minute you were out the door they were messing around. I can ask them until I’m blue in the face but as soon as I come back to the office to get on with my other stuff it’s as though I wasn’t there at all. What am I going to do?”
Jerry looked suitably apologetic as he suggested “I can have another word with them as it seemed to have worked yesterday but we have another two and half days yet and I wonder how much we can actually achieve.” He knew full well that he would have them under the cosh on Thursday to ensure he would get the job out first thing Friday. Rod had assured him that the customer would accept that as long as it was first thing but the deadline meant he got his way over his wife.
“I could pay them extra out of my pocket but I don’t have much that isn’t tied up in the business and I can’t lose face with Rod by putting in through the books” Cindy stated as she sat wringing her hands in her lap.
The way Jerry stood over her, he got a nice view of her modest cleavage down her blouse and he chuckled as he replied, “Well I guess you’re just going to have to bite the bullet with the bet, or I suppose the correct term should be bite the pillow in this case.”
Cindy looked even more dejected as she sighed heavily “He’s told you want the penance will be if I lose this bet.” Jerry raised his eyebrows and nodded his head a couple of times prompting her to say “It’s not the price anymore, it’s letting a customer down and I don’t see anyway of getting it done. What does Rod do to get them motivated?”
Jerry shrugged and replied “He started this on his own and he’s worked his way up from the shop floor so he knows their ruses and their scams. Some he plays along with, cutting them some slack; some he has to act tough. Those of us that have been here with him from the start know what he likes and respect him, the newer ones, well, I suspect you going down just gave them an opportunity to ogle your legs or your butt on the way back up.”
“Is that what motivates them?” she asked.
“Probably” Jerry answer as he shrugged again “but it’s going to be time consuming flirting with each and every one, plus they won’t be working while watching you smooch the others.”
Cindy looked thoughtful as she mused to herself ‘If I just need to flirt with the one that will make them all deliver’ just then she dramatically looked up and caught Jerry staring down her blouse. He had the good grace to look embarrassed and look away out the big window onto the shop floor. ‘Bingo’ she thought to herself. “You are the only one my husband has confided what price he will extract for not delivering?”
“As far as I know. I doubt he would confess that type of detail to anyone else” was Jerry’s reply, wondering ‘where’s this going?’
Cindy adopted a strange expression Jerry couldn’t read. He failed to hide his shock as she opened a button of her blouse as she asked, “You obviously like what you see, if I flash you some more can I get you to rag the others until this order gets out the door?”
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