The new arrangement

As you and Mary both recover from your exertion, she chuckles weakly and pats you on the thigh. "You're not bad. I can't say I hated having to let you fuck me as an apology for being gay." You snort.

"Yeah, well that's just the first time. I had no idea our office was filled with so many gay girls, but it seems I have my work cut out for me," you say, pushing yourself off her and letting her get up. Your cock is softening as it slides out from her, but Mary quickly tucks her underwear back into place soon after you pull out. "Clean me up, won't you? I've got to be visiting others and I'd rather have a clean cock while I wait. Mary obediently got on her knees quickly and tucked your semi-flaccid cock into her mouth and began licking around it and sucking it to clean it off. Comparing her to Bianca from this morning, you could clearly tell the difference in experience but she soon released your cock from her mouth with a pop all cleaned.

Breathing a sigh of relief and exhaustion, you flop back down in one of the chairs in front of her desk and Mary laughs. "You're going to need more stamina if you're to be fucking all the gay girls of the city."

You groan. "Don't remind me," you tell her, "there are still so many people out there that I need to fuck after this." You look around the room and the plush surroundings as you start to think back of your negotiation with Mary before you both started fucking like rabbits. "So I guess this room is mine now, huh?"

Mary nods. "Do you want me to move out immediately? I'll need to rearrange some of the offices of the others so I can still have a private room to greet clients."

You grunt, that makes sense. "Pack up today, but you don't have to rush. I'll need to clear out my desk, and who knows how long that will take. I also want to go talk to Tang and Kaylee next door. I have an idea which might make for a convenient arrangement between you all."

You get up and get dressed, leaving Mary to pack up her things from the room and settle your new promotion. Walking out of Mary's room, you bumped into Jake, a new hire to the department. "Man, that sounded like an intense meeting with Miss Mary. I didn't know she was gay, but hopefully you aren't gonna get in trouble for doing that at work?" he asked.

You shook your head. "Miss Mary and I came to a mutual understanding. We needed to discuss my future at the company anyways," you told him. "Thankfully it all worked out, but I need to go talk to some other folks about it first."

Jake gives you a thumbs up and left. His question answered what you were wondering about earlier though, people outside could very definitely hear you and Miss Mary going at it even in her room. Since that corner office was going to become yours soon with renovations on the company tab, it was probably worth thinking about some soundproofing perhaps, if you wanted your privacy that is.

Walking over to Kaylee's office, you can see her gaze shoot up to you immediately as soon as you knock on her door and let yourself in. She's wearing a dark blue blouse over a grey skirt that came down to above her knees, while a suit jacket hangs over the chair she's sitting in. As you close the door behind you, she puts her pen down slowly and gives you her full attention. "I'm guessing you're here to punish me for being a lesbian?" she asks you.

"That, and also because I want to talk to you and your wife about something afterwards. An arrangement involving Miss Mary, yourselves, and me," you say to her.

Kaylee stands up from her seat and walks around the desk to your side before leaning back a little on the table. You notice as she gets up that she's wearing dark stockings kept up with a garter before she pulls down her skirt out of habit "Does this arrangement involve sex in some way?" she asks with a sigh. She notices your eyes looking at her thighs and quietly asks, "Would you like me to show you my legs?"

Your idea for the arrangement between the women and yourself stalls in your throat as Kaylee asks if you would like to see her legs. You nod and gesture for her to lift her skirt which she does reluctantly, pulling up the fabric with both hands clenching the grey material as it pulls up and reveals the silky texture of the stockings followed by a lace trim on the hem, then pale creamy thighs above that, only interrupted by the black strap of the garters before she pulls her skirt up all the way and you can see the mound of her black panties.

Maybe this is why you were never good at talking to clients.