Animal Magnetism - the sequel, Part 5

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ANIMAL MAGNETISM - THE SEQUEL

5.	Too Much of a Good Thing?

   A month later, Bill walked into the Allied reception area.  Dot, the pretty
receptionist, was just returning to her desk.  As her relief left, Dot gave
Bill a big smile.  "Hi, Mr. Johnson," she effused as she locked her purse in
the desk drawer.  "Gosh, it's good to see you again!  You haven't been here
for awhile, have you?"

   "You're right.  Nice to see you again, too, Dot."  He smiled at the pretty
twenty-something girl.  He sniffed the air around her.  A familiar aroma stuck
to her clothes and hair.  "Dot!  Don't tell me you're smoking now?  Have you
just been where I think you've been?"

   "Yeah, I was there, all right.  I just took a break in our new smoking
lounge.  God, it's so nice!  You can't imagine the change around here this
last month.  Ever since Debbie Simpson started to smoke, it's been a whole new
situation for us smokers."

   "But Dot, you didn't used to smoke.  So why the change?"

   The pretty receptionist shrugged.  "I don't know.  It just happened, I
guess.  Two weeks ago Debbie had me come to her office.  Lots of people here,
not just Debbie, were starting to smoke.  For some reason that upset me at the
time, though I can't remember why now.  Anyway, Debbie said she wanted to
talk, to reassure me.  So we met.  You know, I'd never smoked before.  But
after listening to her, I decided I must be missing something.  So I decided
to try it out.  Debbie gave me my first cigarette that afternoon.  You know
what?  It turns out I _was_ missing something.  I smoked one cigarette that
day, but it was just the beginning.  I love to smoke now.  I smoke all the
time!"

   "God, that's great.  I'm sure you enjoy it.  Tell me.  Do you smoke a lot,
Dot?"

   "Oh God yes!  I sure do.  About a pack a day," she nodded proudly.  "I feel
like I just can't get enough of it.  The new smoking lounge makes it a hell of
a lot easier to smoke here at the office.  People don't need to stand out to
the patio anymore.  You should see the smoking lounge, Mr. Johnson.  It's
really cool!  It has big comfortable chairs and couches, and tables for people
to work at if they want while they smoke.  It's great."  She laughed.  "It's
become the most popular room in the building!  I tell you, smokers are coming
out of the woodwork here at Allied now that Debbie Simpson isn't down on
smoking and smokers any longer."

   "Yeah, I bet," Bill smiled knowingly.  "It sounds like it's been a great
discovery for you."

   "Yeah, it has been.  I love it, except for my husband's reaction."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, Glenn's really upset I started smoking.  He doesn't get it.  I've
tried to explain, but it doesn't seem to do any good.  It's caused a lot of
tension between us at home."

   Bill smiled.  "Maybe I can help, Dot.  You're sweet.  I like you.  If you
want, I can talk to Glenn.  Sometimes I can help non-smokers understand the,
shall we say, the positive aspects of smoking.  Would you like me to give it a
try?"

   She squealed excitedly.  "God, yes!  Thanks, Mr. Johnson."

   He gave Dot his business card.  "Have Glenn give me a call.  Don't tell him
why, though, or he might be afraid to contact me.  But I bet that if he and I
spend a few minutes together, he'll be begging to smoke with you real soon.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

   "God, Mr. Johnson, I'd love for Glenn to smoke, too.  That way we could
share it.  It'd be great.  You're the best!  Mr. Lachey and Ms. Simpson always
say so, and they're right."  She smiled sweetly and batted her eyes.  "Now if
there's ever anything I can do for you, Mr. Johnson, and I mean _anything_ at
all, I hope you'll let me know."

   He looked at Dot.  The petite receptionist _was_ gorgeous.  He grinned.
"Well, maybe some night we can get together for a drink or two.  We won't tell
your husband, of course.  He won't need to know if we get together.  And
please, call me Bill from now on."

   "Sure, Bill," she giggled impishly.  "I'd love to get together for a drink.
That'd be really fun.  I'd really enjoy it.  Now, who can I ring for you
today?"

   "Uh, I'm here to see Debbie," he said, and Dot pushed the buttons on her
phone console.

   Moments later Cheryl appeared.  "Hi, Bill," she beamed.  "Good to see you!"

   "Nice to see you, too, Cheryl," he smiled.  "Is Debbie available?"

   "Ms. Simpson is working in the smoking lounge," she announced pompously,
but with a wicked grin.  "I know she wants to see you, though.  She spends
most of her work day in there anymore."  She winked.  "I'm totally jealous!"

   "I bet you are," he nodded.

   They walked down the corridor.  As they turned a corner, Cheryl purposely
bumped into Bill and rubbed her leg against his.  She gazed at him longingly.

   "Last weekend I had a great time making love with you and Debbie.  All my
friends outside the company say it's a mistake to get involved with my boss.
But it's been really fun, and great sex.  Till that night you and Suzi and I
made love together, I never knew how nice it is to be with another woman," she
whispered.  "Now I love it, with or without a guy in the middle!"

   "I had a great time with you, too, Cheryl," he admitted.  "With you and
Suzi, and also with you and Debbie last week.  You've turned into quite an
accomplished smoker.  You're still enjoying your new habit, I assume?"

   "Oh yes, I sure am," the brunette grinned.  "And the change in Debbie this
month has been unbelievable.  She's so mellow now, so laid back, now that she
smokes like the rest of us.  She says she owes it all to you.  So, on behalf
of everyone at Allied, thanks, Bill.  I mean it."

   "You're welcome, Cheryl."  He saw a wood-paneled doorway into what was
previously a large conference room.  Apparently this was the new smoking
lounge.

   Cheryl put her hand on the door knob.  "I think Debbie's the only person in
there now, Bill," she confided.  "So go right on in."

   Bill opened the door.  Sitting at a conference table was Debbie, dressed in
a beige cashmere turtleneck sweater and slacks.  A burning cigarette lay in
the ashtray by her side.

   "Hi, babe," she grinned.  She stood and gave Bill a quick kiss.  "Glad you
could stop by this afternoon.  It's good to see you here!"

   "It's the first time I've been back in weeks.  I just talked to Dot.  I
understand she's a smoker now.  I see you've been busy, Debbie."

   "Oh yeah, I've been very busy.  You'd be very proud."  She pointed to the
furnishings.  "Like it?  I told Mike Lachey we needed a posh smoking area for
executives and support staff.  Well, no surprise; he agreed.  The carpenters
finished the renovation a few days ago.  It's been in constant use ever since.
No surprise there, either.  After all, our numbers have increased dramatically
these last few weeks."  She giggled.  "I've met individually with most of the
VPs and their assistants, supposedly to talk about changes in our company
smoking policy.  But you know the real reason.  I'm proud to report that a
whopping 83% of those working in this building are now smokers.  It's fuckin'
fabulous!  My new, improved power is almost infallible.  And you made it
happen, Bill."  She gave him another kiss, slightly more passionate this time.
"So, thanks!  After I'm done meeting with everyone in the office, I expect to
have a 100% smoking rate among management and support staff.  Imagine that!
Every one of our executives, and their assistants, will be smokers!"

   The door opened and Suzi and Beth walked in.  "Oh my God!  Hi, Bill," the
girls squealed as they sidled up to him.  Each gave him a kiss on the cheek,
not trying to hide their delight in seeing him.  "God, it is _so_ good to see
you!"  Glaring at Debbie, they sat down in the overstuffed chairs, promptly
lit up and began talking quietly together about some items of office gossip,
reluctantly leaving Bill and Debbie to themselves.

   He turned to Debbie and smiled.  "It looks like soon this room won't be big
enough to accommodate all the smokers," he wryly observed.  "What then,
Debbie?"

   She laughed.  "Mike and I'd like to abolish the no-smoking rule.  But we
get so many outsiders here.  It might not be good if everyone smoked at their
desks.  People wouldn't understand, and I can't personally speak to all our
visitor to change their minds in time, if you know what I mean.  So it'd be
bad for business.  Instead we're going to Plan B.  Mike agreed to build an
even larger smoking room in the back of the building."  She lowered her voice
and flashed an evil smile.  "These days Mike doesn't seem to mind spending
money on any project that I recommend!"

   "No surprise there, either," he quipped.  "And I hear he's about to
announce you as the new Executive Vice President and Chief Operating Officer
at Allied.  Congratulations!"

   "Thanks.  I figured I may as well cash in.  I get stock options and
everything."  She took a drag off her cigarette and crushed it out.  "Let's go
to my office," she whispered.  "We can't talk here."  They bid goodbye to Suzi
and Beth and turned to leave.

   "Call us, Bill," both girls pouted.  "We'd love to get together with you
again, and soon.  You know?  For a drink, and ? for whatever!"  They giggled
uncontrollably.

   "I can't believe them," Debbie muttered in mock anger as they walked down
the hall.  "Why didn't they just start undressing themselves right there?"

   "If I asked them, you know they would," he laughed.  "Don't blame Suzi and
Beth.  They find me completely irresistible!  You don't mind, do you?"

   She sighed.  "No, I really don't.  That's what makes me mad.  Every woman
you meet throws herself at you, and damn it, I _don't_ mind.  That's because
you don't want me to mind!"

   "Come on, Debbie.  You've been fooling around yourself.  Cheryl told me."

   "That little bitch," Debbie laughed.  "Yeah, so, okay.  I get a little on
the side myself."

   "A little?" he asked in feigned disbelief.  "You want me to believe it's
only a little?"

   "Okay, a lot," she admitted.  "I've had more sex in the last three weeks
than I had in the last three years.  And it's been great, Bill.  That's what's
so fabulous about using the power on each other.  Neither of us mind at all,
do we?"

   They got to Debbie's office.  She closed the door and wrapped her arms
around him.  "God, it's great to see you here," she sighed, finally giving him
a big kiss.  "I like seeing you at night, but it's nice having you here in my
office during the day, too."  She kissed him again.

   "I had a few hours free today.  But I've been busy.  If I don't sell, I
don't eat.  Seeing you several nights a week does wonders for my animal
magnetism.  No customer's turned me down all month.  I'm selling software like
crazy due to you boosting my power, babe.  This will be my highest production
month ever, and that's saying something.  I've always been my company's
biggest producer, you know."

   She continued coming on to him.  "Yes, I know.  But admit it.  I'm the best
thing going in your life now, Bill.  So, what say I close the blinds and we
fuck?  Right here in my office!"

   "Now?  But what if someone comes in?"

   She laughed.  "Hell, no one will, but I can lock the door.  Who'd know?
Cheryl?  Yeah, she might figure it out, but she won't care.  She might be
jealous, but she sure as hell won't say anything."  She giggled.  "Of course,
if we have sex, I need to smoke.  That's a given."  She waltzed over to her
desk and took an ashtray from the drawer.  "But that's no problem, either,"
she announced proudly, holding it for him to see.  "If someone smells smoke,
who'll they complain to?  Mike Lachey?  That's a non-starter.  He won't do
anything.  Cheryl?  Nor will she.  So, there's no risk.  Let's strip down and
do it, right here on my desk.  I want to.  Come on, Bill. It'll be fun.  Don't
you like a little excitement?"

   "I don't know, Debbie."

   Undaunted, she lit up a cigarette and sighed.  "Ah, that's nice!  God, I
love to smoke in my office during the day.  It's so wicked, so degenerate, so
fun!"  She exhaled a stream of smoke towards him.  "You can join me, you know.
You'd like to, wouldn't you?"

   He smiled.  "Of course I would.  Are you trying to use your power on me?"

   She gave him a Marlboro 100 and laughed.  "Me?  God, no!  I don't need to
use the power to get you to smoke, now do I, Bill?"

   He accepted the light she offered.  "No, I guess not."

   Holding her cigarette, she wrapped her arms around his neck.  "Give me a
kiss."  For several smoky seconds they embraced.  "After we're done fucking,
then we can talk about moving in together.  You do want us to move in
together, don't you, Bill?  I think you do."

   He laughed.  "You're using the power on me again, Debbie."

   "Yeah, and so what?"  Her eyes sparkled.  "You did it to me.  You got me
smoking all the time, and I'm working overtime to force every woman I meet to
take up the nasty habit.  God!  Now nothing turns me on like seeing a pretty
girl get addicted to nicotine.  And what do I get?  Nothing, except an
occasional fuck from you.  I want more, Bill.  I want us to live together.
That way we can fuck every night, and I can have you all I want."

   She took his cigarette.  She dragged simultaneously on both Marlboro 100's,
and then gave his back.  "You like seeing me smoke two at once," she giggled,
exhaling.  "Now, let's see if that big cock of yours is ready."

   He blushed.  "Actually, Debbie, I'm kind of spent.  This morning I met with
a new female customer about a software purchase.  We hit it off.  It turned
out she's already a smoker, so we got to talking about it and then ?."

   "You fucked her?  Big deal.  So what?"  She looked at her watch.  "That was
what?  Four hours ago?  You should be ready again by now!"

   "Yeah, but then at lunchtime I made another call.  This time is was a
lawyer who just opened her own law office.  She and I started talking about
stuff, and ?."

   Debbie rolled her eyes.  "Damn!  You already fucked two women today?  God,
Bill, it's not even three o'clock.  Are you telling me you can't get it up
again?"

   He smiled weakly.  "I'm just saying I may not be as potent as usual.
That's all."

   She hit on her cigarette and rested her lips against his cheek.  "But tell
me, Bill," she whispered breathlessly.  "Were they cute?  Did each of those
girls look sexy with one of those long cigarettes hanging from her sweet, red
lips?  Did they beg you to let them smoke with you?"  Bill nodded, and Debbie
groaned.  "Oh God, that makes me so hot, babe!  It turns me on when you tell
me about your conquests.  It makes me want to fuck you even more."  She put
her hand on his crotch.  "Hey, I think he's finally waking up," she laughed
wickedly.  "I think we can do some business after all, despite all your prior
engagements earlier today."

   She unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the floor.  She pulled her
blouse over her head and unhooked her bra.  "You want me, Bill.  You want to
fuck me, tired or not.  And I want you to.  Right here, on my desk.  Are you
ready?"

   He put his cigarette in the ashtray.  She leaned back onto her desk, and he
mounted her.  "I'm ready," he moaned.  "I always want to fuck you, Debbie.
You're the best fuck I know."

   "Yeah, I am, Bill," she groaned with pleasure.  "And so are you."

   Twenty minutes later they lay side by side on the floor, naked.  The
ashtray sat between them, as Bill and Debbie each enjoyed a post-coital
cigarette.  "I'll give my thirty days notice today," she sighed happily.
"Then I can move in with you."  She laughed.  "Actually, I bet I can get the
manager at my apartment complex to waive the thirty day notice for me.  Then I
can move in sooner.  You'd like that, wouldn't you, Bill?"

   He looked at her with delight.  "You mean _you'd_ like it, don't you,
Debbie?"

   She took a long, leisurely drag.  "It doesn't matter who likes it first,
Bill.  Eventually we both want the same things.  And the more time we spend
together, the more unstoppable we are.  That's what I really want, Bill.
Power.  More power.  There's no stopping us from doing whatever we want.  The
sky's the limit.  For example, I was thinking.  I went to a private high
school here in town.  They always ask alumnae to come to school to talk to the
kids."  She giggled.  "I may volunteer to work with some high school kids.
Especially the girls," she leered at him.  "I think it'd really help those
poor, young teenage girls to have a successful woman like me to look up to as
a role model.  Don't you agree?"  She raised her cigarette to her lips.

   He nodded as she took a long, sumptuous drag.

   "And the local community college has been after me to teach an evening
class on human resource management.  I could have quite an impact on college
kids, too.  Wouldn't working with high school students and being an adjunct
professor at the community college look good on my resume?"  She laughed.
"After all, Bill, I think we have a serious obligation to give back to our
community.  Don't you think so?"

   He laughed.  "Debbie, you're incredibly evil!  Do you ever think of
anything anymore other than getting people to start smoking?"

   "Nope," she giggled.  "I transmit to them the desire to smoke, and then
nicotine does the rest.  There's only one other thing I think about.  The ones
I really like?  I wind up making love with them.  You've created a monster,
Bill.  I'm just like you now.  And I like that."

   "I like it, too, Debbie," he sighed happily.  "I like it that everybody
else wants what we want.  And I like sharing the power with you, making both
of us more powerful.  I love it, except that now that it's so strong,
sometimes it can almost be too much of a good thing."

   The door opened.  They looked up, and Cheryl was standing there, key in
hand.

   "Hi, guys," beamed the pretty brunette.  "Sorry to barge in on you like
this.  I see you've been engaged in some serious business discussions."

   Debbie glowered at her assistant.  "What do you want, Cheryl?"

   Cheryl locked the door behind her and walked by their naked bodies to the
chair.  "Well, it's time for my break," she grinned.  "I was going to go to
the smoking lounge, but I decided I'd rather join you in here."  She smirked
at the sight of their naked flesh.  "You look _so_ good, Bill.  You, too,
Debbie.  I think I'd like some of _that_ for my break!"

   Cheryl began unbuttoning her blouse.  She had no bra on underneath.  Debbie
snarled at her assistant.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

   "I'm going to have a cigarette and some sex on my break," she replied
calmly.  "I can't imagine you'd mind, Debbie; because it looks like that's
what you just had."  She smirked again.  "And it doesn't look like Bill minds
at all."

   It was true.  Bill's cock was stiffening again at the sight of Cheryl
undressing.

   With her blouse open, and her tits clearly visible, Cheryl walked over to
pick up Debbie's pack.  "Do you mind?" she asked rhetorically, removing a
cigarette and putting it in her mouth.

   "No, of course we don't mind," Bill cut in.  "If you'd like an afternoon
quickie, Cheryl, well, I think that can be arranged."

   "Good," grinned the brunette assistant.  With her cigarette lit and
dangling, she sat down and began stroking Debbie's thigh.  "Boss, I bet you
could use a little more stimulation right about now.  Am I right?"

   Debbie groaned and rolled over, looking at Bill.  "But I thought you were
exhausted?  I thought you said this was getting to be too much of a good
thing?"

   Bill said nothing.  He simply put a cigarette in Debbie's mouth.  Cheryl
promptly clicked her lighter and lit it for her boss.  "I said sometimes it
was _almost_ too much of a good thing," he laughed as he looked into her eyes.
"Almost.  But in this case, I think we can take care of Cheryl.  Don't you?"

   Debbie didn't answer.  She just took a long, leisurely drag on her
cigarette.  But before she could exhale, Cheryl quickly leaned over and kissed
her on the mouth.  Bill's cock stiffened even more at the sight.

   "Oh yeah, I can handle this," he went on happily as he watched the two
women entwine.  "Too much of a good thing?  I don't think you can _ever_ have
too much of a good thing!"

   He began to pull down Cheryl's skirt and panties while she and Debbie
remained locked in a passionate and smoky embrace.  He gently fondled Cheryl's
naked ass.  His manhood was now fully erect again.  "I'm going to fuck you
from behind," he whispered to Cheryl.  "You don't mind, do you?"

   "Of course not, Bill," Cheryl gasped as he entered her.  "Oh God!  Oh yeah!
That's what I want, Bill.  I want you to fuck me while I make out with Debbie.
No, I don't mind; not at all," she reiterated breathlessly, as he began
thrusting inside her, gently at first, and then harder.

   Bill closed his eyes and groaned.  No, they _never_ mind, he repeated
silently.  They don't mind at all.  That's the beauty of it.  Every woman
always wants what I want.  They want to fuck me, and they want to smoke with
me and for me.  Was the increased power Debbie gave him too much of a good
thing?  No, no way in hell, he laughed to himself.  No way in hell!  He
wrapped his arms around Cheryl's trembling naked torso and thrust himself even
deeper inside her eager young body.  There's never too much of a good thing!

THE END

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