yes

I nod my head. "Yes, I'll do it."

Felice grins and asks, "What part of me finally convinced you?" With a twinkle in her eyes, she hands me the documents. "I need some amount for the cost of printing, and other fees."

I look at her with a surprised, confused look. Alina had given me some amount but I wanted to save it for something else.

Instead of clearing my confusion, Felice heads for the door and locks it, with the "Closed" sign facing outside. She appears comfortable enough walking around topless. She returns and repeats what she had just said.

"I don't have that amount," I lie, looking at her in the eye.

She then sits at the edge of one of the desks and motions for me to come to her. "Can you give an old woman's legs some relief?"

"You don't look old," I say with conviction. "About 35, I guess," choosing a smaller number than my actual guess.

"That's a complement, young man, but I'm actually 44 years old." She extends her left leg in my direction.

I grasp the sole of her foot and start a slow massage upward. She hikes up her mini as she extends the other leg.

She doesn't mind it when I position her left leg on my shoulder while I focus on massaging her right leg. When I glance back at her, she has completely unfastened her mini revealing an orange t-back. The sight of her toned body makes my cock stand at attention. It appears that she does not notice her effect on me as she is relishing my ministrations.

As I approach her right thigh, she moves her right leg on my shoulder, locking my head between her shapely legs. She then bends her legs so that my head is **** towards her t-back-covered pussy.

"I'd like to know if that tongue feels as good as it sounds," she says as she tugs at the slipknots of the t-back.

I remove the damp t-back and toss it to the side. Although her pussy is clean-shaven, a triangular patch of hair has been left right above her clit. I start with my tongue at the lower end of her vulva, tasting her wetness at its source. As my tongue approaches her clit, I feel her hands push my face harder against her pussy while her fingers grasp painfully at my hair. I swirl my tongue in circular motions around her clit, occasionally giving it a slight suck.

"Don't stop," she pants, as I give her clit a longer suck. Suddenly, her thighs clamp hard against my neck as her hands thrust my face harder into her pussy.

My nose is pressed against her clit and I feel my air supply being cut off. Her hold on my head abruptly loosens as spurts of her juices drench my face. She sits up and pulls may face towards hers, giving my lips a quick peck and licking off some of her juices still on my face.

"Your boner is next," she says with a grin, handing me a sachet of lubricant.

I look at her questioningly.

She smiles. "I am 44, so I need to use this," she says, waving the lubricant.

I tear an opening and drip some lubricant onto her pussy and around my hardening member. I rub my cockhead up and down along her vulva, coating it with more of her juices.

"Get in now!" she says in a commanding tone.

I thrust my swollen rod into her cunt, holding at the edge of the desk for support. I doubt whether I had enough energy for another release, after what Alina had done to it.

But Felice expertly tightens her muscles in rhythm with my thrusting as she urges me to increase my rate. Coupled with the sight of her jiggling boobs, in no time, I am at the brink of release. She realizes how close I am to cumming. "I want it all inside," she whispers in a hoarse command.

As if on cue, I release one continuous stream of cum into her. She groans as I feel her muscles squeeze my cock dry. A warm flood of her juices engulfs my limp cock, which she squeezes out of her pussy. She grins weakly at me with contentment. I slump onto her sweaty body with exhaustion. "Is this ... a usual ... prerequisite... for your... your salesmen?" I say, trying to catch my breath.

"Are you insulting me? Or do you just want me for yourself?" she whispers back. "All my 'salesmen' are women-- unless they brought their dildos."

I suppress a surprised look and try to think of a way out. "I meant, do you assess your salesmen based on how much they level up to your... your physical..."

She interrupts me. "My physical skills?"

I nod an afirmative.

She continues, "I used to do ballet, so my muscles are well developed. And yes... as salesmen, or saleswomen for that matter, you have to be prepared for opportunities like this to sell your point-- or you have to create such an opportunity.... Know what," she adds with a look of contentment. "It was my first time to cum twice in many years. So you don't have to pay for the printing costs."

We get dressed and exit the office. I notice the security guard giving me the thumbs up sign. I respond with a thumbs up as well.

We ride down the elevator together. No one else enters until we reach the ground floor. As we exit, she finally asks, "Do you need a ride home?"

"No," I reply. "My girlfriend will be here in a minute. I just texted her."

"Tell her, she's one lucky bitch,... but maybe you might need a bath before you see her," she warns, as she heads back into the elevator.

I am one lucky dick. I think to myself. I try to imagine how I would react to seeing Doe again. Would I be mad at her? Maybe I should just ignore everything. My thoughts are interrupted by a car's horn. I glance to my right and notice the blinking lights of Doe's car. I head for it and open the passenger's door.

Before I could be seated comfortably, Doe accelerates as we head for her apartment. "Linda said you were fired. What was that all about?"

"There was this crazy customer. Accused me of trying to **** her! For Christ's sake, I was delivering a package as she was just out of the shower. Was it my fault that her towel fell off?"

Doe starts laughing. "And Linda fired you without even asking for your side?"

"Forget about it. Don't blame your aunt. I got another job in that building."

"What?" She stared at me with a surprised look. "That fast?"

"Yes. I asked around for immediate job hirings. They referred me to a floor where there was this company selling condo units."

"So you're a salesman now?"

"Although it's not a real job, I have the freedom to work at my own pace."

She leans towards me to give me a peck on the lips. "Ewww," she says with a shocked tone. "You smell pussy, and saliva, and cum!" She brings the car to an abrupt halt. "Out of the car now!" she commands.

"Why?" I ask with a look of feigned innocence.

"You're cheating on me! And I can smell it. Shit, it looks like you had fun doing it," she says angrily.

"And you have never fucked anyone else since we started going together?" I ask looking at her intently. I sense a sudden change in her disposition.

But she quickly recovers and says in a controlled voice, "If this does not work, then we should stop being together."

I realize that I was running out of options. I didn't want to reveal Alina's identity. "So you enjoyed fucking him in the elevator?" I ask. She does not respond. After a long-drawn silence, I slip out of the car, into the cool night. I can hear her sobbing lightly. I move aimlessly away from the car.

"John, come back," I hear her scream. "Let's talk this over."

I stop to think. I try to turn a deaf ear, but her scream keeps penetrating my mind. Is it just my pride? Do I really want to continue in our relationship? Is this list more important than our relationship?