Simone, the Texan and his important client

You sit at the desk, goofing with a Sims game on your phone waiting for the first client. The note Sue left had him listed as Jorge Rivera and he's supposed to be here in the next ten minutes to meet with Beckett. You aren't sure what they are going to talk about but are sure the boss man will let you know what they need.

You are a bit surprised not to have been called back to the office by now. You expected he'd be anxious to get started but he's ignored you for the most part so far. All you got was one brief buzz fifteen minutes ago to remind you to keep an eye out for him. Of course, with all the cameras Sue told you about, he could be spying on you right now. The thought was a bit unsettling but it's only for two days.

The phone rings and you answer it. You hear a male voice on the other side.

"Hello? Mrs. Beckett?"

"I'm sorry. Mrs. Beckett will be out of the office for a few days. I'm the temp, Simone Stewart. Can I be of service?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm fixing to let Mr. Rivera in the elevator. He'll need a buzz in to open the door at the top."

"I got it. Send him on up."

You open the buzz app on the computer and choose the elevator. A black and white video feed pops on the screen and you see an average-sized Latino gentleman in boots, jeans, and a button-up plaid shirt step into the elevator and hit a few keys on the pad in the lift. You glance at the corner of the screen and see the computer reports it is heading to the top floor. You take another quick look at the video and giggle at the huge cowboy hat on the man's head. You'll never get used to that at all. He's also carrying a leather briefcase in his left hand. You tell the app to open the door at the top and set the office door to unlock when the elevator door shuts. You love the automation in the system, it is pretty easy.

A few minutes later, the office door opens and the smiling cowboy enters the room. He's about 5'8" and appears to be in good shape for a man in his 40s. He offers you a big grin and pulls the hat off his head.

"Well aren't you a pleasant surprise. I was expecting the Mrs to be manning the desk."

"She's earned a couple of days off. I'm the temp, Simone Stewart. Mr. Beckett has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Shall I let him know you are here?"

"I don't know about the eagerly part, Pumpkin. Charles and I get along but I bet he'd much prefer to be talking to a pretty young thing like you rather than me. Go ahead and call him, we just need to sign some paperwork anyway."

You offer him a warm smile and buzz Beckett on the intercom.

"Sir, Mr. Rivera has arrived."

"Escort him back doll and bring a notebook and pen."

You grab the notepad and a gel pen, then stand.

"If you'll follow me, Mr. Rivera, I can take you back."

"Call me Jorge, honey."

You hit the open button with the mouse and walk him to the door, noticing it has already swung open on its own. As you walk in and step to the side, you can feel his eyes on you as he passes.

"Mr. Rivera here to see you, Mr. Beckett," you announce as he strides into the room.

Beckett's eyes wander up and down your body for a second.

"I need you to take a seat over there," he quickly glances to a chair off to the left. "I prefer to have a witness when I have a contract signing, baby."

You nod and not knowing what to say if anything, walk over to the chair and open the notebook on your lap. Then you wait for them to start talking. You just hope you know the right things to write down since you know nothing about the oil business. Of course, neither man cares what you notate but you don't know that yet. Beckett looks at Rivera.

"Simone here is down from Oregon for a bit. She needed a few work credits for college and Sue talked her into being the office gopher for a few days. It's a win/win I reckon."

You look up at the two of them thinking feverishly of how to fill the story in. You **** a smile.

"Ummm yes. I was born in Wyoming but moved to Oregon for school. We had a short break and I was looking to squeeze in my last couple of work-study credits. Sue had a wonderful idea, take a mini-vacation down here and knock the credit out now. She's a lifesaver! Otherwise, I'd have had to sit out in the woods and play camp counselor for a weekend. Who wants to fight off mosquitos and bratty kids?"

You quickly look back down and hope it sounded believable. Your first note on the tablet is to remind yourself to ask Beckett if you need to have any other crazy stories ready when the meeting is over. Thinking on your feet isn't fun. Then you hear Beckett laugh.

"She's a cute little firecracker isn't she?"

"Hell yes, she is."

They both laugh and start discussing material costs and shipping details. You honestly don't quite follow any of it but take notes as best you can anyway. Hopefully, he has the audio recording equipment on. You do notice Jorge keeps glancing in your direction, you can see his pants are sporting a bulge. His eyes stay on Charles most of the time but occasionally settle on your bare legs or chest. Did Beckett have you here hoping to distract his supplier into a break on costs?

Becket then stands.

"You have a deal, Jorge. You're a hard bargainer but I can accept that price."

Rivera pens the figures into the blank spaces on the contract and hands it to him. Beckett puts it on the desk and looks over at you.

"Come over here, honey. I want you to witness the signatures."

You walk over to the side of the desk and watch as first Beckett and then Rivera sign the document.

"Simone, take a picture of the contract with your cell phone and then wait there."

You grab your phone from your bag, take a few pictures, and put it back. Then you walk over and stand beside the desk. Rivera folds the paperwork in half and puts it in his briefcase.

"I think that's it, Charles. Pleasure doing business with you."

They shake hands and you prepare to walk Jorge out as Beckett addresses him again.

"I saw you staring pretty heavy at Simone there for a bit."

Rivera laughs.

"I can't help myself. I'm a man and she's the finest woman I've seen all day."

"She's performing art major from the West Coast. They all want to work in Hollywood, Jorge that means being a bit slutty."

Rivera's jaw drops as he looks from Beckett to you and then back again. You **** a smile but say nothing. You expected something at some point but nothing that blatant.

"I'll prove it to you, Jorge. Simone raise your arms above your head."

Wordlessly you do as you're told. You keep the smile on your face but are utterly dumbfounded by the way this is unfolding. Beckett steps behind you and peels your shirt up your body, giving Jorge an eyeful of your creamy, pink, and perky breasts. He tosses the shirt over on the couch and laughs.

"Great pair don't you think?"

"Best I've seen in a long while, Charles."

Beckett moves his head toward you until his mouth is a couple of inches from your right ear.

"Why don't you show Mr. Rivera some West Coast hospitality, baby. Get on your knees and suck him off. Show us how you'll earn those Hollywood jobs, sugar tits."

You maintain the smile and walk towards Jorge. Time to put on your best acting job, you think.

In the sauciest voice you can muster, you coo, "Whatever you want Mr. Beckett."

You sink to your knees in front of the hot and bothered Latino and unbuckle his belt slowly. Partly because you figure you should put on a show but also in part so Rivera could object if he liked. He has absolutely no intention of backing out though. He looks down at you with a huge grin plastered to his face as he watches you unbutton and pull his jeans down.

You pull his boxers down and his hard eight-inch cock springs out, fully erect and obviously ready for action as it sways in front of your face. Jorge begins to speak.

"Go ahead, honey. Take it in your mouth."

"No need to be polite, Jorge," Beckett says. "The left coast sluts love it when you talk dirty. It turns them on something fierce!"

Rivera smiles down at you admiring the sight for a second.

"Well go ahead whore, earn that credit."

You look up at him for a second and then take his rigid cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the head for a moment and then decide to just finish this quickly. You reach around, grab his ass cheeks, and start bobbing up and down his shaft. You start slow and shallow at the beginning taking more of him in and slowly speeding up as you do so. Beckett speaks as Rivera begins to moan.

"She's a great little cocksucker, isn't she? The slut loves pricks and can't get enough."

Jorge ignores his constant talk, concentrating on how good your mouth feels on his member.

"Damn. . . her mouth is like a vacuum. I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Go ahead. The rougher the better I reckon. This little cumslut lives for that shit."

Rivera grabs the sides of your head with both hands and brings your bobbing to a stop. You take a deep breath through your nose expecting that to be difficult soon. Jorge doesn't disappoint. He holds your head still and starts thrusting his stiff weapon in and out of your throat. He doesn't last more than twelve strokes though. He plunges his dick as deep as he can into your throat and explodes. It feels like gallons of jizz are sliding down your throat into your soon to be full stomach. He holds you there long enough to finish and then releases your head. You fall backward onto your ass and knees, breathing deeply and trying to recover from the ordeal. Rivera shakes his head.

"Damn. She's a great little cumslut, Charles."

"Yeah, she good at it. I expect you need to get back to your office though."

"I do. I'll send a courier over on Monday with copies of the contract for your files. How long do you have her for?"

"A few days. She doesn't need too many more credits. Then it'll be actors and director's poles she'll be smoking."

Jorge laughs and bids him farewell taking a last glance down at your heaving tits and running mascara.

"Have fun, Charles."

"I will," he replies as Jorge leaves the office.

"Now you have me hot," Beckett says as he reaches under your arms and helps you up. You reach for your shirt but he stops you.

"You don't need that, doll," Beckett says as he leads you out onto the balcony into the open Texas air.

You follow along wondering what's coming next.