June Stillson sighed in disgust and slowly settled her excitingly naked body into an easy chair close to the huge king-size bed, reaching up beside her then to pull a small, secret switch recessed in the bedroom wall. It was located next to the huge mirror facing the colossal double bed that filled most of the room.
Earlier that morning, Max had instructed his cooperative brunette mistress to operate the trick two-way mirror when things "got interesting", so that he could watch through from the other side of the glass next to his office desk. A visiting executive from a cutlery firm was breaking in Max's pretty new public relations assistant.
The statuesque brown-haired June leaned even further back now in the overstuffed chair so that, on the other side of the mirror, Max would not be able to see the sullen displeased expression on her face as he gleefully observed the lewd sight of the naked young Kathy Cummings and the bald, over-weight businessman thrashing together lustfully on the well-placed bed. After another ample dose of the company president's potent absinthe, the young willowy-limbed blonde seemed to be fucking herself half crazy with Max's flabby business associate. June scowled at the transparent delight on the fat man's face, a man whom she had always entertained before today. It made her sick, she thought infuriatedly to herself, that this stupid little blonde cunt, a girl almost young enough to be her own daughter, could have simply strolled into Max's office one day and the next be sharing with her the private office and penthouse apartment after letting the boss fuck her only one time. The gorgeous brunette angrily imagined her wealthy fifty-three year-old lover sitting at his immense desk in the office on the other side of the wall. She could just see him as he gazed lost in concentration through the two-way mirror at Kathy Cummings' flawless, exquisitely symmetrical body, legs spread wide, writhing passionately under the paunchy, short cutlery executive. His heavy, log-sized cock was plainly visible driving deep into the soft hairlined folds of her ravenously working young cunt. June knew instinctively that Max was probably jerking-off, just as he said he often did as he watched her involved in some obscene act with one of his visiting business friends.
She turned her head defiantly away from the coarse spectacle – one that she had been told by Max to "supervise" and battled with herself to control the jealousy and hurt that she felt damming up within her. Even though Max had fully assured her yesterday that her position with him was secure, she could not control the unsettling, nagging doubts about the stability of their relationship. Certain questions she could not answer were running rampant through her mind. Just what did this girl have that made her so incredibly attractive to him, she wondered anxiously. Or was it as he had said only last night, that he merely wanted to teach Kathy's "insolent punk husband" a lesson? June wanted to blindly believe that the answer to the last question was "yes"… After all, she convinced herself, Max had said that the sole reason he had not called Henry in for an "ass-chewing" right away – right after he had noticed the editor's omission of the photograph in the company magazine – was because he wanted to dream up a special revenge against the irresponsible younger man, one that would "hit the kid where he lives".
"Wow, that sure is one fine piece of ass! I couldn't have gone any longer, not for all the money in the world, but the little lady doesn't look like she's complaining," a weakened male voice, wheezing with exhausted satiation, came to June's ears. Looking up with a little jump of startlement, the sinuous dark-haired woman saw that the tubby little businessman was addressing her as he pulled on his clothes, pausing momentarily to wipe the tiny beads of sweat glimmering on his forehead despite the air-conditioned coolness of the "guest" bedroom. Beyond him, June could see Kathy's supple, perfect body sprawled obscenely across the bed, legs still spread obscenely wide and a look of utter peace and contentment lighting her angelic facial features. The thin, blonde fringed furrow of her well-fucked young vagina was still spread and glistening from the fat man's ejaculation into and on it.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed yourself," June commented stiffly, smiling with wane graciousness. "Kathy seems absolutely ecstatic about you, but then, of course, I always wait very anxiously for your visits here, too."
"Yeah, I have to admit it, I did a great job with that little girl," he puffed absently, as though he had not heard a word June had said. "Well, I guess you could say I was rarin' to go. Max certainly does know how to pick them, by God!"
"Why, Mr. Bates, aren't you going back into his office?" June asked quickly, alarmed that something actually had gone wrong on the bed. God, Max would never forgive her if she had just sat there while the Cummings girl alienated one of their best customers with her girlish innocence about the facts of really satisfying sex.
"Hell no," the customer chuckled cheerily, "I'm just worn out, that's all. Jesus, I haven't had such a fresh young fuck in years!"
"How… nice," June barely managed to say through her suddenly jealously contracting throat. Though she was dangerously far into her late thirties, the well-experienced brunette had never had the least fear of increasing age taking its toll on her well preserved looks. Not until now, that is. Rousing her curvaceous full-breasted body from the chair, she led the now completely dressed man to the back exit of the bedroom, forcing herself to feign politeness as she explained with a low, sultry smile, "I'd walk you out to the hallway, Mr. Bates, but as you may have noticed, I'm not properly dressed to be seen by the secretaries."
"No, you're not," the barrel-bellied little man replied with a lewd little grin as he buttoned the front of his navy flannel suit jacket and ran his eyes up and down her nakedly curved form. Then, as if realizing for the first time that the more mature woman might have felt slighted by what he had said, he patted her buttocks with a patronizing gesture of assurance. "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you next time around."
It was two days later and June still felt herself fighting the impulse to scream out loud, to shout out her jealous anger, or worse, to physically attack the sweet-faced blonde lying again in a half-doze of bliss on her, June Stillson's own work bed. But instead, she began slowly to dress for the meeting she had arranged with the little bitch's husband. Her naturally beautiful face was darkened by a bitter smile as she buttoned up the front of her dress and carefully adjusted her well-coifed hair and costly make-up. Actually, there was no need for her to be alluring and sexy for this pre-arranged meeting with Henry Cummings, she mused sarcastically; hell, especially not since she had told him that Max Alexander, the company president, himself, wanted his employee in for a private conference in his office. That good-looking college kid type would come without a moment's delay, just like any other sane employee at Alexander Steel! What Cummings would be a little surprised to find out, though, is that Max would not be there or even know about her, meeting with his magazine editor. If everything went according to the plan that she was now forming in her jealously scheming mind, she would have her own taste of grand revenge before the day was over.
She chuckled to herself with sardonic satisfaction as she left her office and glided toward the elevator, thinking that there would be no one in Max's office but nice, unsuspecting Henry Cummings and the two-way mirror… except, of course for June herself. And she wanted to be damned sure that poor, hurt Henry would come running to her for comfort when he recognized the actual identity of the blonde girl being fucked half senseless by three men on the other side of the mirror. Hell, she mused as her grin widened, a girl had to protect her ego and her number one job against threats somehow.