Ella’s Boy: Coffee Boy to Sex Toy, Office FemDom Story
Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2009 Transgressivefiction
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Ella’s Boy is the first chapter of my novel ‘Acme And Ecstasy’ presented here as a stand alone story.
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Chapter 1
I walked up the stairs feeling anxious. The kind of jitters you get starting any new job-- even if the gig’s just a phone-jockey temp job at ACME Telemarketing.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Four women, each wearing telephone headsets, all looked up at once --- and smiled. They seemed to think having a guy around might be fun. I wasn’t so sure.
They sat at a small work island. I went over and one of them introduced me around.
"Say 'Hi' to Vicki... Ashley... Molly... and me. I'm Joan."
“Hi, I’m Joe,” I said, as I took a seat in front of a computer terminal. They seemed like a friendly bunch: giving me pointers on how to handle calls as I sat watching them work. I knew the drill. I’d done work like this before.
Off in the corner a voice called out, “Well, well, well, what have we here?”
The voice belonged to a tall blonde. Arms crossed, she leaned against the wall of a lone cubicle. Acting like she owned the place.
“I’m the new guy,” I answered.
“Get over here--NOW.”
I scurried over while she stood glaring at me. I couldn’t move fast enough for her. I tried my best to hurry but I wasn't going to run.
She frowned as I stood before her. She held her hand up for me to be silent while she looked me up and down.
“The new guy have a name?” she asked, finally.
“Joe.”
More silence.
The nameplate on her cubicle read ‘Barb’. Barb was big--- large: An hourglass figure on an amazon frame. Her size had a bullying effect if you let it. I tried not to let it.
She draped herself in a loose-fitting white turtleneck top paired with a just-above-the-knee-length gray pleated skirt. This was her uniform. It hid her curves as much as possible. It was a tall order. Barb had plenty of curves to hide.
She had the parochial schoolgirl look nailed down tight-- until you got a load of those long sculptured legs. Standing barefoot in black nylon-stockings, a gold bracelet on one ankle--- Barb was sexy in spite of herself.
I stood there wondering what she’d look like in heels. She towered over me already.
“From now on be here on time,” She said. I’d made it there on time--- and I’m sure she knew it--- but I didn’t argue. She waited for me to say something but I didn’t. I just stood there.
“Understand?” she asked.
“Yes, Barb.”
"Don't get smart." She didn't like me calling her by name, or maybe she just didn't like me, period. "We've got enough smart-asses around here already." She wasn’t very happy.
She fished a headset out of her desk drawer and thrust it at me, “Get back over there and get to work.”
I could feel her eyes still on me as I slunk back to my seat. Whew.
“I hope Barb doesn’t fire me my first night here,” I told my new coworkers.
“Barb’s not the boss,” Joan said. “She’s a rep like the rest of us.”
“Really?” I muttered, surprised.
“She thinks she’s hot shit but she isn’t,” Said Ashley. “I'd deck her if she ever messed with me like that. I don't care how big she is. I’m about ready to deck her right now.”
“Yeah, Joe, we’ll protect you,” Molly said, leaning over and patting my hand. “For a little quid pro quo under the table.” I wasn’t sure I knew she meant. She leaned back and smiled like she’d said something witty then continued: “Barb’ll keep dogging you for as long as you let her. So don't let her. She’ll give you fits. She'll eat you alive if you don't stand up to her.”
“Don’t take it personal, Joe,” Joan said, tempering things somewhat. "Barb's act is totally uncalled for but that's Barb. She's like that with everyone. She's got her nose in everybody’s business. Try to ignore her if you can." It seemed like good advice to me. "We told Ella to give her that cubicle to get her away from us, out of our hair. But it hasn’t been working.”
“And neither has she,” Ashley added. “Barb never takes calls. She sits on that big ass of hers all night long looking at magazines. Ella should fire her ass. Ella’s the real boss. She’ll be here any minute.”
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I felt like I’d really settled in by the time Ella arrived
Ella's presence commanded my attention as she walked directly to her office down a short hall across from the break room.
She was petite, about 50, and very attractive. Her lean, tan and ultra-toned hardbody moved with authority and grace.
Sporting a dark blue tailored suit, sheer stockings and black patent leather pumps she took the corporate look to a whole new level. She made it work.
Her starched white blouse fit snug --- not tight. Her skirt was short--- but not too short. And heels just shy of standard-issue dominatrix.
I found it all very stimulating.
My reaction did not go unnoticed by the girls.
"Think she's hot or something?" asked Molly with a grin.
Joan chimed in with, "Don't wet yourself, Joe." They all chuckled.
Vicki was the wallflower of the group being only 19. She just smiled.
But Ashley had to crack wise, "Maybe Joe hasn't ‘gotten any’ lately. I thought his eyes would pop out when Ella walked by."
"Very funny. You guys are a regular laugh riot,” I said. "Don't worry about what I'm getting or not getting. I just happened to glance up when the door opened. That's all. No big deal."
They read me like a book and it had me flustered.
Then Molly asked, in that smug way of hers, playing to the crowd, "Maybe you did "just glance up" and maybe you didn't. It's okay either way. You're entitled. No law against it---but what I'd like to know is: Would you go down?”
Vicki seemed uneasy. The other’s all laughed. I thought they were gonna high-five each other on that one.
I was stunned. I couldn’t believe the things that Molly came out with. She was the mother of two college-age kids and looked like an All-American ‘Soccer Mom’--- and this is how she talked? The others too--
Barb stepped out of her cubicle and stood arms akimbo, hands on hips, "Is that all you guys do is run your mouths? You should glance at the manuals once in a while so your ad libs won't totally be bullshit--- seeing as how you got so much time on your hands." She walked off muttering, "And I'm the one that gives everybody fits? Yeah, right." and went into Ella’s office.
I started leafing through a manual ignoring Molly. She got what she wanted. She had her laugh. She didn’t really expect an answer from me, did she?
Yes. She did.
"Joe, put the manual down. Put it down." I did as Molly ordered. I had to. I couldn't ignore her--- she wouldn't let me. “Look at me.”
I hesitated but it was no use. I had no choice. I had to obey.
"That's better," she smiled. "Now answer the question. Would you?”
She liked having me on the hot seat. Watching me stew as the others giggled. It was all in fun but still... I felt myself getting red.
In an effort to regain my composure I sat up straight, stared her dead in the eye, and defiantly restated the question, "Do you mean, ‘Would I go down on Ella’?" Voice strong. Holding her gaze. Saying the name out loud so everyone knew exactly what we were talking about. I thought she’d laugh it off and let it go when she saw how I’d recovered my poise and kept my cool and stood up to her.
I was wrong. Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if to say, 'What a Lightweight.'
"Yeah, Joe," sticking it to me now. Drawing it out. "Would you go down on Ella?" Giggles all around.
Damn. The truth is I'd go down on any one of them in a second, even Barb. With those long legs of hers why not?
But saying so out loud was a bit much. Ella, I felt, deserved better. She had class. I didn’t like making her the topic of gossip.
But it was too late to worry about that now. I had to answer. I couldn't wimp out. Not in front of a bunch of women. That never happens in mixed gender work places.
Guys always get the upper hand in terms of smutty talk and general vulgarity.
So I did what I had to do. I answered honestly.
"Yes. I would,” I said. "I'd go down on Ell-ah--" a warm hand appeared on my shoulder. I'd been so distracted I hadn’t heard Ella walk out of her office. She was right behind me. She bent over; put her cheek to my ear and whispered, "'Nice to know you care."
The girls--except Barb-- all howled. Even Vicki.
Then Ella straightened up and things got quiet.
She said, "If you slackers are finished hazing the new guy--."
She then led me by the hand to the break room as I, dumbly, followed.
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The break room consisted of three tables, a refrigerator, and a long counter containing a sink, a microwave oven and a coffee maker.
"Well, Joe, I'm Ella. As I am sure you know. And I'm the boss around here. One of the perks of being the boss is never having to fetch your own coffee. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of being the new guy is, you are the one that does the fetching. But, then again… maybe you like to fetch,” she looked at me without smiling. Raising her eyebrows slightly.
"I don't mind," I said, feeling trapped.
These women had my number. When Ashley said that maybe I hadn't gotten any lately she was right. Lately I filled my time with getting back on my feet after the divorce and bankruptcy. Getting laid barely entered my mind.
Standing next to this confident and extremely attractive woman, as she looked into my eyes and casually insinuated vaguely sexual suggestions-- especially after she heard me say I wanted to go down on her -- it was almost too much. I about popped my cork right there. Pathetic but true.
"I can make coffee,” I continued. Trying to sound casual and not quite getting there.
"Good. Very good, Joe,” Ella said. Having fun with it. "Make sure you clean everything thoroughly each time you make a new pot. And be sure to rinse the soap off. I get angry when I taste soap in my coffee. You don't want me to be angry, do you, Joe?"
"No-o-o," I sounded so lame. Like a frightened little lamb. I may as well have said "Ba-aa".
What was I getting into? The sudden stimulation of my repressed male urges now marked me as fair game for these female antics. I couldn’t conceal my feelings. I gave them all an object for their feminine wiles to act on. I was being toyed with. I was their plaything. It was disorienting and I felt helpless--- but… I liked it.
“We haven’t had a man around here for quite some time,” Ella said. “I really don’t know how I ever made do,” She paused, looking me in straight in the eye, but level, trying not to scare me, just wondering if I caught her drift. I think I did.
As I cleaned the pot at the sink Ella stood close beside me, watching. She rested her hand against the small of my back. Her breast pressed against my arm. Her faint and delicate scent was noticeable only now, this close, as it softly drew my mind toward thoughts of her feminine essence. Very subtle. I liked that. It soothed me. I felt safe.
Under the spell of her cool and collected manner it felt natural to let her control things. To let her control me. I offered myself up for inspection and wondered how far I was willing to go with her-- and how far did she plan to take me…?
As the faintest hint of a smile appeared on her lips I knew I had to find out.
"You're doing just fine, dear," she said, daring my eyes to meet her gaze.
I bowed my head and looked away as she slid her hand down my back.
She hooked her thumb in my back pocket, cupping my ass in the palm of her hand.
A shiver ran up my spine as she felt my ass. Her utter self-confidence made my senses tingle.
"Brew it strong and when it's done bring me a cup."
"Yes, ma’am."
"Drop the "ma’am.” Call me Ella. I'm the boss, I call the shots--- we both know it--- there's no need to be formal."
"Yes, Ella."
“That’s better. I like a man that knows how to take instruction. I'll put that quality to good use,” She gave my ass a brief squeeze of approval then turned and left.
I stood there quietly savoring the past few moments in my mind. I felt myself slipping into the kind of mind-set that made me think it might be all right to let her make me her bimbo. As an act. A fantasy. A fun way of flirting with the boss. Isn't that what women did all the time? With their male bosses?
How was this any different? I imagined her saying the words out loud, in her natural tone of authority, telling me I'm her Bitch. Just for the fun of it. Just to feel what it'd be like. But she didn't. She respected me too much for that. In fact, she insisted I call her Ella. That tells you right there that she respected me. We were playing a game. That's all.
I wondered if the others would consider me a bimbo. There couldn’t be such a thing, could there? Not with the old double standard, right? Even if I did let Ella have her way with me--- if she wasn't just teasing--, well, I was still getting mine wasn’t I? Even if she did make me keep my dick in my pants and only let me go down on her, still I was getting my own satisfaction, right? I should be so lucky. I couldn’t be called a bimbo for that could I?
No. Only chicks were bimbos. Not guys. Besides, it was all in fun. Ella was making me pay for saying I wanted to go down on her. That's all. Razzing me. It was a cute way of letting me know I'd overstepped my bounds and putting me back in my place. I was getting all worked up for nothing.
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Ella's office was a small room. Her L shaped desk filled all but a few inches of the width.
As I came in I stood directly across the desk from her. I sat her cup down and was about to walk out.
"Sit,” She said.
I started to sit in a chair--
"Not there," she said, "There." Indicating a spot on the floor against the wall on her side of the desk. This was getting interesting.
She sipped her coffee as she sat back and eyed me coolly; then she slowly extended her leg so that her right foot was inches in front of my chest.
"Do the honors,” she said, flexing her heel toward me for emphasis.
My eyes traveled the length of her body. I wanted to kiss every inch of it.
As I removed her shoe she said, "I've been on my feet all day. I could use a good foot rub."
She made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. She could do that. Make things seem the way she wanted them to be.
My insides warmed with excitement as I held her foot. So soft yet firm. So small yet powerful. A perfect blend of strength and grace.
I looked up at her aloofly relaxing with her coffee.
She ruled.
Feet were never my thing but now my cock was rock-hard and throbbing and about to splooge.
If she wants a clit-licking right now, I thought, I'm going to pass out.
"Any odor?" she asked.
"It’s fine," I could barely grunt an answer.
"You can't smell it from there."
She pressed the pad of her foot against my mouth as the mesh of her stocking spread across my nose. My face nestled in the webbing between her toes.
"Now?" She asked.
"Ph-fine,” I answered. I was losing it.
She leaned back and asked, "Yes, but how does it taste?"
I groaned under my breath. I actually GROANED. I kissed the bottom of her foot and I think I said, "Fine" again. But I can't be sure.
"You can't taste it like that. You need to lick."
As my mouth opened to obey, she looked me right in the eye, slid down in her chair, and jammed her foot in me. Violating my face.
Her toes wiggled against the back of my throat as my tonsils strained to accept full penetration.
She was a Prima Ballerina standing on point and that point had me pinned and sprawling on the wall.
I came in my pants.
On cue, Barb flung the door open and said, "It's getting busy. You about done with Joe?" Then she saw Ella's foot stuck in my face, and me twitching, and walked out slamming the door behind her.
"I have got to do something about that girl," Ella withdrew her foot and released me.
"You’d better get back on the phones,” Ella sighed while collecting herself.
I struggled to my feet; my dick still pulsing.
As I reached the door Ella came up behind me and whispered, "We'll continue our little taste test later-- "
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The phones kept us busy until lunch break. I brought in a sack lunch, brown bagging it. I hoped everyone else was going out so I could avoid the fallout for a while. I thought about leaving right then; just packing it in. I might have too, except that the thought of actually going down on that incredible woman was so exciting I could hardly stand it. I mean REALLY doing it... not fantasizing... not talking-about-it... but actually getting down on my knees for that extraordinary lady and eating her out-- I could handle one night of hazing for that. I needed this too much right now.
As much as I tried to hide it, recent life events left me in a state of low-grade depression. Getting back to work, even if it was just temping, was a step in the right direction. I hadn’t really thought about reviving my sex-life. Now my non-existent sex drive was kicking into high gear.
I was never much for one-night stands and another relationship right now was out of the question. I couldn’t handle it. My confidence was shot. If Ella was serious, if she really wanted to use me, this was the perfect solution. If that meant playing her oral bitch, so be it.
I loved eating pussy. My ex-wife thought oral sex was evil. It didn’t stop her from letting me go down on her but she always called me a pervert afterward (right after she finished licking her cum off my chin). She'd tell me how disgusting I was to eat her. Trying to make me feel guilty. It put a strain on our sex life. Not that I ever stopped doing it. I loved going down. I could go down on her for hours.
Now my dumb luck set me up to have an ongoing oral-sex relationship with one of the most amazing women I had ever laid eyes on. No strings attached. I felt giddy.
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No one went out for lunch except Ella. Barb stayed in her cubicle. The girls and I sat around the lunch table gabbing. They all wanted to know if I did it. I couldn't believe the audacity of these women. They thought nothing of it. They just wanted the dirty details.
I suppose their daytime lives required them to be proper citizens. Here they felt informal enough to cut loose and say what was on their minds. It was refreshing, in a way, but it’d take some getting used to.
I told them, No, I didn't go down.
"Hell, you were in there long enough,” said Molly. "What the hell were you doing then?"
Barb must not have said anything yet. Before she got the chance to tell them her version, I came clean... sort of.
"I brought Ella some coffee. She wanted to go over some things with me, you know, about, uh, work. And her foot was sore so I gave her a little foot-rub."
"Oh Yeeaah.” “Right.” “A little foot-rub." They all chided, smiling.
"She was just teasing me,” I said. "Trying to make me fidget a little. She heard what you guys said about, uh ...you know."
"You mean what you said,” Ashley was off. "Whadda ya mean "About the YOU KNOW?” I'll tell you about the 'YOU KNOW', Joe. You know you want to go down on her. You know you do. You want to go down on Ella so bad you can taste it. We all heard you say it. You said plain as day that you want to lick her brains out. Don’t blame us for that."
"Come on,” I said. "Joan, Molly and you all egged me on. I wasn't gonna lie about it. But you guys never should have asked me that. You wanted to have a little fun at my expense--- especially when you knew she was right behind me.
“So once she got me in her office SHE wanted to have a little fun at my expense. So-o I rubbed her foot ---So what? I was just playing along calling her bluff the same as I called Molly's bluff. I didn’t think Molly wanted an answer. But if I hadn't answered you all would have made fun of me for being a prude." I was wound up. "Damn. What’s the big deal? What guy wouldn’t want to go down on Ella? Or any one of you for that matter?“ I was just stating a fact. That’s all. But I should have kept my mouth shut.
Almost in unison they each sat back, smiling.
I wanted to crawl in a hole.
"It's been nice working with you,” I said.
"You're not going ANYwhere, Joe,” said Ashley. "Not after that."
"How the hell can I work around here after letting something like that slip. I'd never live it down. Me and my BIG mouth,” I said.
"Don't worry, Joe,” Molly said with a gleam in her eye. "You won't have to work. You and your big mouth can keep busy under our desks. We'll be glad to pick up your slack on the phones. Right, girls?" They were rolling.
Barb stuck her head in the break room, "Back on the phones in two minutes," she barked.
The girls ignored her and she left. Just as quickly she was back, "By the way, Joe, you want me to order you some knee pads?"
Barb had been eavesdropping.
"Don't worry about it," Molly cracked. "You ain't gettin' nothing anyway anyhow."
Barb smarted and shot back, "Well, if he's going down on you skanks I wouldn't let him near me, ANYWAY ANYHOW!"
This was getting ugly. I had to do something before one of the girls took a swipe at Barb.
"That's good,” I said. "Because I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole much less my six inch tongue." The girls roared with derisive laughter as Barb flushed purple and bolted.
I felt obliged to diffuse the situation and get a dig in at Barb but, in truth, the thought of Barb's long strong thighs excited me. I felt bad about insulting her. But she’d get over it--- I hoped.
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The rest of the shift was uneventful. Good-natured ribbing and vulgar trash talk floated around but for the most part we kept busy on the phones.
Barb barged around slamming things inside her cubicle. Once in awhile she would stalk off across the floor-- in her stocking feet, of course-- to God-knows-where, only to come stomping back and begin slamming things around again. I got used to that.
I brewed several pots of coffee and dutifully served Ella. Each time Ella was busy on the phone or with paperwork so I didn't linger. I served her coffee and left.
The rest of us all helped ourselves to the coffee but the job of brewing each new pot belonged to me. Barb made sure of that. She let me know when it was time to make another pot. She was nice about it. One time I hung back to finish something I was saying to Ashley and Barb told me to shut my pie-hole and get my lazy ass up and get in there and make another pot. But she usually just said, 'time to make some coffee, Joe' and I went and did it. I didn't mind and the girls didn't either.
They took every chance that came along to mock Barb except when she told me to make coffee. We were equals and they were too friendly with me to order me around personally, but they had each had enough of women always being the coffee gofer at their day jobs. Let the guy make the coffee for once, they thought.
After we clocked out Barb reminded me I had to clean the coffee maker and pot before I could go.
As the girls left they made a point of stopping by the break room and saying they were glad I was aboard. They hoped they weren’t too rough on me. That was nice. I assured them I would be back again tomorrow and told them all good night.
I wasn’t sure if Barb was still there or not. Suddenly she came stomping in with Ella's cup--- wearing flats. She was on her way out.