Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 19:30:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Whitney WallStreet
Subject: Mentoring Veronica - part one

Anyone who tells you that working on Wall Street is an awesome gig is a
flat out liar.  Wall Street is filled with overambitious, sycophantic
political assholes.  You have no true friends.  The people you hang out
with after work, at office parties, in the Caf or sometimes even on the
weekends are just stepping stones.  You do not take anyone seriously...
unless you can sweep them out of your way while you are on a networking
binge.

It's in this environment I found myself after graduating from college.  I
was given the opportunity to become a management analyst in a training
program with one of the world's largest investment banks.  Yeah it sounds
cool, but it wasn't.  Aside from the fact that it involved the unglamorous
side of banking, it seemed to me that this program was just a stable of
young, nubile grads for senior management to pay with.  Sounds kind of
freaky, eh?  Let's see -- I've seen women get it on in the bathrooms, men
coming onto each other in the middle of meetings, young interns forced to
perform tasks that they could never put on their resume...

Hey, you think Enron or WorldCom was bad?  Add sex and legalized
prostitution on top of swindling money and you've got my world.

The bottom line is that in order for a young, junior executive to make a
name for herself (or himself) she has to play the game.  Just suck it up
(ha!) and try to enjoy yourself.  That's what I did.  I found a way to move
up in the bank and get raises and bonuses while people were getting laid
off.  I went from an analyst to an Asst. Vice President in three years.
Now I'm a junior Relationship Manager, posed to obtain my own book of
business.  However, for the last three months, I have been supporting the
top dog of the sales group.  He's the senior RM.  He calls the shots.  He
views himself as my mentor, my teacher, my political champion within the
bank.  He also wants a bit more than I'm willing to give him.  I thought I
was done playing that game.  Alas, I was so very wrong.  My name is
Veronica and here's my story...

The first few weeks were hell.  Jonathan has been on my case about
everything. My quarterly revenue report was incorrect; I wasn't keeping the
sales pipeline up to date, blah blah blah.  Now I've noticed he's started
to look at my legs and ass, not straight at my face.  Lately, especially on
our way to client calls, he tries to brush up against me whenever possible
(albeit in an "innocent" way).  We'll be on the subway and the train
lurches...he brushes my breast.  We sit next to each other in a meeting and
his leg touches mine, or his hand "ever so slightly" touches my leg.  The
frightening thing is...it gives me that warm feeling down you know where.

I was thinking about this late one May evening while I was still in the
office.  I was about to leave my cubicle to go home when I heard a muted
sound.  I turned...It was coming from the corner office.  "Hhmm..." I
wondered as I slowly walked toward the big Managing Director's office.  The
dude who occupies this office is forever traveling, except for then. The
closer I got to the door I heard another moan -- distinctly female.  All
the offices on my floor have doors and windows facing outside the building.
The also have windows with blinds facing the office floor.  Luckily, that
night, the blinds were not all the way closed.  I crept underneath the
window and peeked in.  "Oh my God!" I thought

The Managing Director's head was in between the legs of one of the female
managers.  She was completely naked.  It was strange to see her this way.
Her long brown hair flowed around her shoulders.  Her full breasts were
heaving.  Her nipples were huge!  UUGH...she used to be one of my managers.

J. (that's the Managing Director) and D. (that's my ex-manager) looked to
have been at it for quite awhile.  J. had D. on his small table.  He seemed
to be feasting on D's vagina.  He was still halfway dressed.  Although as I
was getting ready to leave, J. started taking his suit pants off.  "Hhmmm,
this is interesting," I thought.

"Umm umm yummy, "said J. "But hold on.  I've got something different for
you."

I ducked as J. hurried around, but then I looked back in when I noticed
J. grab something off his desk.  It was one of those thick Dr. Grip or XXL
ballpoint pens.  J. came back to the table and fondled D.'s breasts.  He
kissed them and came back down to D.'s snatch. He began to lick her
clit...and then sucked on it.  "Oooh, J.  Your tongue is wonderful!"
D. shouted.  I smirked, "Even during foreplay she's corny..."

J. pulls out the thick pen.  He begins to plug her vagina with it.  Oh my
goodness!  He actually penetrates her with a piece of office equipment.
D. is going crazy!  She's writhering on top of the table.  J. continues to
suck her clit, pull the pen in and out, and play with himself.  Just as I
start snickering I feel that betraying wetness begin to form.  My panties
are getting sticky.  I quickly start to un-fasten my pants and stick my
hand inside my panties.  My clit feels like it doubled in size; literally
throbbing.  I don't want to do anything but I'm aching to.  At that time, I
haven't had any sex in ages!  I haven't even been on a date in the last six
months.  There's no left one left on the floor...I shouldn't worry.  I
can't wait much longer.  I'm dying to touch myself.  My clit seems to grab
at my finger. Touch me, its saying.  PLEASE touch me.

As soon as my finger guided the rest of my hand to my clit, D. gets up from
the table and starts sucking J.'s very thick dick.  She takes all 7 inches
in and grabs his butt cheeks in the process.  My finger begins to find its
way to my vagina, just as D. puts hers into J.'s anus.  J.'s whole body
just shudders.  "Yes, that's it D.  Push it in.  Push it in."

D. licks the tip of J.'s penis as she begins to penetrate him with two, and
then three, of her fingers.  "Bend down, "she growls.  "Yes, D."

A little moan escaped from my lips as I see J. going into a doggie position
with D. kneeling behind him.  She fondles his penis with one hand and
continues to plug his anus with the other.  She's got three fingers in him
now as she pulls on his penis a little harder than before.  Each time she
pulls her hand out J. shudders and licks his lips.

I'm just about to come.  My hand is all sticky and wet.  I feel tingly all
over.  I think I messed up my pants too.  I feel like I'm making too much
noise.  My two fingers are rapidly filling my hole.  I'm licking my lips.
OH GOD -- the rush of doing something like this out in the open AT WORK.  A
security guard could stop by at any time.  Oh I really can't hold it much
longer.  When I look into J.'s office, D. is fucking herself with a really
fat highlighter and sucking J.'s dick again.  Her fingers have been
replaced with the pen that was inside of her.  D. is moaning louder.  It
sounds very persistent.  Her hand is pushing the highlighter faster. J. has
grabbed the back of her head; she's getting the back of her throat slammed
by his dick.

"Oh God!"  I'm done.  I'm shaking, spasming...like I'm having a seizure. I
haven't come in so very very long.  Yeah, it feels really good.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"  J. is screaming.  D. looks like she's about to choke.  She
must be getting a shitload of sperm down her throat.  "Take it!  Take it
bitch!"  He pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hand away from the
highlighter.  He takes over and begins ramming her with it.  I'm wiping
myself with tissues as I watch.  It almost looks like he's hurting her.
D.'s face is contorted with a strange look.  Then J. begins rubbing her
clit and D. instantly begins to come.

I pull myself together and sneak away toward the receptionist's doors,
toward the elevator.  It's now a little after 8:00.  I'm tired and hungry.
Jonathan and I have another client call in midtown tomorrow.  Maybe I'll
wear a skirt...

To Be Continued...