Loosing control
By Montrose
Jack goes from top dog to just plain dog


Normally, Jack felt like he was in control – a man with a plan. He liked
wearing a silk tie to work. He liked his shiny shoes. (The president of the
company he slaved for wore the same kind.) Ten years out of college and in
Amalgamated Amalgatrons, inc. Jack was the youngest Director the company had
ever known. Sure, maybe he missed a lot of the drinking and howling that the
other guys went through. But then, a lot of those guys called him boss. More
than once he had given a crappy promotion to one of those guys because his hot
wife had sucked Jack's cock at the office party. You gotta have a plan to get
what you want in this world.

Yes, normally everything went according to Jack's plan. But on this Friday he
was late. And the bus was packed (drive to work? In his little pet speedster?
Unthinkable). He trudged all the way back and found the last seat. Normally
Jack like to sit up front and spread out the Journal in hopes that no one
would make him fold it enough to sit next to him. Usually he went to work
early enough that there was plenty of room. This was not his normal day.

Grumbling he stomped back and slumped down. His slender butt didn't quite fit
into the seat! And what was this warm lump of flesh next to him. He pushed
into it. It didn't budge.

That is when he first saw her blue/black hair hanging like spaghetti, cut
square above her big dark eyes. She had pale white skin with Egyptian eye
liner. Her cheekbones rode high and her lips hung full and black. She was
better looking than Jack wanted to admit. And though her clothes looked odd,
she seemed clean – smelled damn good. She just kept staring out the window
with her ample hips pushing past the mid-point in the seat. Her eyes at half
mast as if bored with the world. Jack pegged her as goth, but he knew he was
clueless about "hip" things.

She looked 19 or so. Jack knew she would be impressed by the smell of money
coming from him, so he dared push his hips into hers again to get his ass on
seat (and to feel that warm flesh again). She didn't seem to notice and his
small hips didn't make any headway against her ample, rounded set. Those hips
were plenty solid. Jack looked her over a bit more – she seemed hypnotized by
the road outside.

The black lace top that looked like it belonged in a whorehouse had all it
could do to hold her. Ample cleavage jiggling to the rumble of the bus. Black
leather mini over black fishnet stockings. Thick heeled black boots with two
buckles each (were those skull buckles?). Nice firm legs, broad shoulders and
solid arms. Still, she seemed quite feminine in a black widow spider sort of
way. He looked up to admire the chest again. He lost track of time until he
heard a girlish "ehem." He looked up and saw her batting her black almond eyes
at him. Her raised left brow seemed to ask, "Can I help you?" She batted her
dark eyelids at him twice more.

Jack got flustered, coughed and turned to his paper. He hated being flustered.
How had this pathetic girl... Damn her big luscious tits! Damn her hypnotic
eyes!

"The least you can do is introduce yourself." Her voice was high and sweet –
not at all in keeping with the dark, morbid clothing. Jack smiled to himself.
The slut wants me, he thought.

He had her trapped in his charm – the power – the money. He flipped his card
under her nose with a flourish, just as he had spent hours perfecting. Making
his card appear from nowhere was the only magic trick he knew. She stared at
it then turned her eyes back up to his. Her lids stayed at half mast. Her
gaze was so steady it flustered him again – she dug holes into his face with
her eyes. He coughed. "Jack. Jack Hampton. I'm a..."

She grabbed the card and it was gone down her cleavage, topping his magic
trick. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Jack winced but didn't cry out.
Nice grip. "Nice to meet you, Jack." She chirped. "I'm Morelda." She let go of
his hand before his fingers went numb. "Are you having fun rubbing your leg on
me, Jack?"

His leg was rubbing up and down against hers, but only a little. He gulped and
tried to pull away but there wasn't room.

"I don't give a shit, Jack. Have fun." Then she turned back to the window
pushing her thigh into his a bit more. Jack sat mortified that someone may
have heard. That old woman by the door was giving him some stern looks.

At the next stop she bumped him off the seat with a hip check so fast he
didn't have time to stand. He just fell flat to the floor. Before he could sit
up her boot filled his chest and crammed him down. She stood, pinning him and
crushing the wind from his lungs. "I'll catch up to you later, Jack." She said.
What was her emotion? She seemed bored even to be standing on his chest. He
could see she wasn't wearing panties from there. Then she stepped off and left
the bus.

Finally in his office things started to feel normal. Lori Smith handed him his
tea and scone and the morning reports. He eyed her as she left his office. He
usually went days without fantasizing about Lori. She had great curves, but
she kept them wrapped up in sensible business clothes, her long hair up in a
bun and those thick glasses... very little makeup too. Lori definitely gave
off the "I'm not hot" vibe even though her hips told another story as she
walked. Such long firm legs... Jack sighed. That Morelda had gotten to him.

As he flipped through his schedule he rubbed her boot mark on his shirt. It
was only a faint trace. He wondered why he didn't want to change shirts. He
had a spare. Something about having it there made his heart race. He shook his
head and dove into the day's work.

In a flash it was 3:00 in the afternoon. Lori would be leaving in a couple
hours. Jack planned to stay late. He decided to call her in to give her some
last-minute assignments so he wouldn't have to hunt for files.

"Miss Smith?" He called into the intercom.

"Oh... god..." Came a soft moan back from the box on his desk. "I mean, yes
sir." It was Lori's voice, but she was panting hard.

"Lori... are you all right?" He asked.

There was giggling. Was she alone? Then she began to moan. When she screamed
"JESUS!" Jack jumped up and ran to his office door. He flung it open to find
Lori pressed up against his reception room wall with her skirt lying on her
desk. Her blouse was wide open. And her legs were wrapped tight around
Morelda's thick hips. Morelda had one hand stuffed down Lori's panties and the
other roaming her chest as their tongues toured each others necks and ears.
Jack fell back against his door jam and watched. His cock rose and made a lump
in his fine tailored slacks.

Morelda drove Lori to hard against the wall as if humping her. Jack had never
seen a woman howl and writhe so! Finally, Morelda stepped back and Lori
dropped to the floor. Lori stuffed her face and hands up Morelda's skirt. As
Morelda turned her half mast eyes on Jack.

Jack's secretary of over 7 years... Miss Smith... lapped at the young street
girl's clam right there, in the middle of a workday, making all kinds of wet
noises, right in front of her boss.

What... the... fuck... Thought Jack, but he didn't say anything. He had heard
stories like this at the club and never believed them. He still didn't.
Morelda kept her eyes on Jack. She still had that bored expression but every
now and then her eyes got bigger and her breathing quickened. Eventually she
opened her mouth, closed one eye and panted while Lori worked on her below.

Jack grabbed his boner through his slacks. It was so hard it hurt!

"Don't worry Jack." Said Morelda as she panted. "You're next."

Why did he suddenly have butterflies? This girl was over a decade younger than
he! Shouldn't he be calling security? What if someone came in? Fat chance at
3:00 on a Friday afternoon. Jack gulped.

Jack stood and watched as Lori ate Morelda to climax. Morelda had a nearly
silent orgasm that shock her full frame – her boobs trembled. Then she wiped
her ooze on Lori's dry-clean-only skirt and handed it down to her. Lori smiled
up at her with gratitude in her eyes and juice all over her face.

"Very nice, honey. You have talent." Said Morelda.

"Thank you." panted Lori.

"I... Uh..." stammered Jack, trying to regain control.

Morelda walked up, grabbed his tie and pulled him into his office with it as
if it were a leash. He stumbled along behind her. Morelda lead him over and
dropped him in a chair, then sat down on his desk. No doubt she was still
dripping, thought Jack. Her goo was going to stain his leather desktop.

"I see you're still wearing the shirt I stomped." Said Morelda. She seemed
pleased, as if he were wearing a flower she had given him.

Lori had crawled in after them on her hands and knees. "Is there anything else
I can do for you, miss?" she begged.

For the first time, Morelda smiled at petted her head. "Why yes there is,
honey. Watch and learn." Lori sat like a dog at Morelda's feet. stood on
wobbly legs. Her blouse was wide open and her bra somewhere else. Her firm
hooters waved free. Her panties were in place but very damp. That was the
extent of her clothing.

Morelda spoke again, "Watch as I teach this boy his place." She strolled over
to Jack and smiled at him. "I'm going to smack his fillings loose."

Jack stood stunned. "Now just a min..." He began.

Morelda delivered an open hand slap that turned Jacks head to the right. She
sniffed. "See how easy?"

His check tingled. Instinct took over and his hand leaped out to return the
slap. Morelda jerked her head back and his hand flew past hitting air.

Morelda laughed for real now. Lori smiled. Then Morelda slapped him again,
knocking his face to the left. Jack grew hot with anger. His right fist shot
out and plunged into Morelda's belly.

The shot knocked her back one step. It was his Sunday best. Jack felt bad.
"Now look Morelda," he began. "You brought this on yourself." But he stopped
as she straightened. There was fire in her eyes. Her hands closed into fists.
She stepped forward. Jack stepped back.

"And the fight is on." Snarled Morelda through clenched teeth.

"Now Miss..." warned Jack.

Morelda shot a fist into Jacks mouth. That shut him up and leveled him to the
plush carpet. He tasted blood. Before he could move Morelda was on his back
bashing his face into the carpet. Then she rubbed it back and forth giving him
carpet burns. Jack was too stunned to offer much of a return fight, not that
he had much chance with the big girl on his back.

"Now watch what strong legs can do for you." Said Morelda. "That's your real
power."

Morelda flipped Jack over and stuffed his face into her wet snatch, then
clamped her legs hard around his neck. While sitting on his upper chest she
choked him hard. Jack clawed at her big buttock and thighs but found no
release or relief. His calls for mercy were too muffled to be intelligible.

Eventually she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away easy as pie. Jack
fought back but her grip was iron! She laughed at him. Even with the furry of
anger Jack could do nothing to help himself!

He began to fear for his life.

And what of Miss Smith? She was laughing at him too!

"Please." He gasped. The sound went up Morelda's cunt.

His head grew as red as a tomato. All he could hear was the pounding of his
own heart in his ears. The world grew dim.

Then, in her own good time, Morelda let him go. She dropped him and
crawled over to be petted by Lori. Morelda ran her hands over Lori's ass and
clam.

As Jack recovered they rolled like love starved otters leaving wet trails on
his carpet.

Jack took the time to roll around in a daze before finding his way to his
hands and knees.

Morelda whispered to Lori. They giggled. Morelda rolled off of Lori. "Go on."
She encouraged.

Then Lori stood and walked over to Jack. She stood over him with her hands on
her hips. Then she bent and pulled him up to his feet by his hair. She flipped
him onto her shoulders and hoisted him up in a fireman's carry. "Lori!" He
begged. "Miss Smith... Please!"

She spun in circles for a bit then threw him off onto his big desk with a
thump. The room kept spinning. Now Lori is kicking my ass! He thought.

His neck was in easy reach of Morelda and she clamped it in one hand. The room
was still spinning for Jack as he felt Morelda squeezing away his air.

"Lori tells me you have money in this desk." Said Morelda. "But she doesn't
have the key. Hand it over." Jack hesitated and Morelda tightened her grip so
that his tongue shot out. He fished in a pocket and came up with a set of
keys.

Lori snatched them. Morelda let go of Jack's neck and flipped one meaty leg
over his chest to pin him down. Jack was too beat and woozy to fight. Besides
what would be the point. He heard Lori find and unlock the safe box. "Bingo."
Said Morelda.

As Morelda counted cash she instructed Lori to sit on Jack's face. Lori
plopped down and smothered her boss with her ass. Sure he struggled. He even
used inappropriate language. But in the end it was all a waste of precious
breath. It was dark and quiet when he came to alone in his office.

The next Monday Lori showed up on time. She was dressed the same, but she kept
smiling at Jack in a way that made him uneasy. Would the entire office know of
this? He wondered.

Lori was as efficient as ever, maybe even more so. But when she did things for
him like bring in a file, she stood a bit close and glared down at him until
he managed a sheepish thank you. Then she would snort at him, turn tail and
stride off waving her fine rump – the one that had smothered him.

At 3:00 Miss Smith strode into Jack's office uninvited. She turned and locked
the door. When she turned around, smiling impishly, Jack was already standing
and backed up against the far wall. Every step she took toward him filled him
with fear. She eyed him with contempt. Miss Smith strode up with her hands on
her hips. She looked down at him. She spat hard into her boss's eye.

He took it without a sound.

She plopped down in his big comfy chair. She kicked off a shoe and pointed to
her long toes. "Eat them." She commanded in her sweet voice.

Slowly Jack pealed himself off the wall. He dropped down and crawled over.
Miss Smith kicked him in the face. He felt his lip go numb but he sank her
toes into his mouth as commanded.

Miss Smith made a call as he did. "Miss Morelda? Lori here. You're right! He
is still shitless. I've got him kissing my foot right now. What? How much?"
She put the phone to her bosom. "She says you need to give me a thousand
dollars before I leave."

Jack pulled his mouth free. "I don't have..." he started.

"Will a check do?" Asked Miss Smith into the phone. "A check will do." she
said to Jack. "But make it two grand."

Jack gulped, "Yes miss."

"And get back to work before I smack you with this phone!"

"Yes miss!" He took to licking her lovely foot again.

Jack began to think maybe he should have spent more time drinking while in
college. Maybe he would have learned something that would have gotten him out
of this mess. So much for being in control.