Cucumber is a Fruit, Isn’t It?
Chapter 2
As Aoifa entered the main door of the office block she started reflecting on the meeting with Moira Simpson the previous evening. So, apparently a Pakistani PR firm was making overtures to buy the Simpson shareholding in this company. Moira said she wasn’t interested, but agreed to a meeting that morning with their representative anyway, at their hotel. As Aoifa entered the elevator she found she was alone until just as the doors closed, when in stepped Hazeema Kahn, the young intern she was looking to talk to with Joanne Pearce later that morning regarding the issues raised over those video recordings captured of staff engaging in certain activities which Aoifa had felt were not really as serious as was being suggested by the other three present at the video viewing. She’d already spoken to Hazeema on a number of occasions and found her to be very mature for her age. What struck Aoife was how she felt so relaxed in this young woman’s company. She talked so much sense, Aoufa felt, it was enlightening. And so calming. Aoife couldn’t adequately describe how calm and relaxed she was when this young woman spoke to her. The worrying thing was that Aoife actually wanted to listen to her again, to feel as calm and relaxed as she did when she did listen to her, and she happened to be alone with her right then to engage again. How fortunate, she felt. “Good morning, Hazeema,” she said to her. “Good morning, Madam Aoifa,” the intern replied. Aoifa didn’t know what to say next as the elevator started to move. “Madam Aoifa, you look a little stressed. There is nothing to be ashamed of in relieving that stress. Like I showed you when we last spoke. You really should relieve yourself as soon as you can. You will feel so much more relaxed. I promise you.” “Thank you, Hazeema. I will,” Aoifa agreed just as the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. “This is me,” the intern said before she stepped out, then turned to quietly say “, listening to Hazeema, obeying Hazeema, brings calm and serenity.” “I know it does. Thank you, Hazeema,” Aoife said as the doors closed.
Janice Rice wasn’t at her desk as she ed it and Aoifa sat down as soon as she got to hers. Her hand was already sliding up her thigh as she sat down, spreading her legs as she did. As it went into her panties, she quickly buried two fingers inside herself and started to work them in the way she liked. A rub then of the clit with the tips of her fingers now moist from her juices and she wasn’t long from coming. When she did, she supressed the scream she wanted to let out, instead confining the expression of satisfaction she felt with little more than a whimper. The young intern was so right, she felt. So relaxed she now was after relieving herself like that. She would be seeing Hazeema again soon, with Joanne Pearce, to discuss what they’d seen yesterday, but as things stood, Aoife wasn’t sure she could any suggestion that the young intern had done anything wrong. In fact, so much of what she had done thus far for her had been so right. She’d told Aoifa that the CEO Peter Mason would be stepping down and that she’d be promoted above Joanne Pearce, and she was right. She’d taught her how to relax, to be calm. All in all, Aoife was feeling very positive indeed towards the young intern.
“I wish to bring upon you only calm, sir,” Hazeema said to Justin Clark as she sat in a chair in front of his desk as he sat in his on the other side, stroking his cock. “You have Hazeema. You certainly have. Thank you,” he said as he quickened the pace with his hand. “Listening to Hazeema, obeying Hazeema brings calm,” she said. “Yes, yes it does,” he said just before grunting for three or four seconds as he came. “I needed that. God, I feel so much better,” he said as he lifted his hand to his mouth and started licking off the cum that had landed on the back of it. “And Madam Pearce. I should see her now before meeting with Madam Aoifa,” she said, and he stopped licking as he responded “Yes. Yes, I’ll get her to come here.” “Now”, she said, and he said “Yes, of course,” as he picked up the phone on his desk, but only after one more quick lick of the back of his hand.
Aoifa stepped out of her office, intending to make her way to Joanne Pearce’s to meet with Hazeema Kahn as arranged. Still unsure of exactly what it was that the young intern was meant to have done wrong, she glanced at Janice Rice sitting at her desk and started to wonder whether she’d actually come using the cucumber. She would ask her at some point she thought as she continued along the corridor. As a courtesy she knocked at Joanne Pearce’s door, but walked in without waiting for any acknowledgement. Joanne and Hazeema were there, and just for a moment it struck her as odd that the young intern was sitting behind the desk on Joanne’s chair whilst the deputy CEO was on one of the chairs to the side. But then it made sense to her as Hazeema was likely to chair the meeting anyway. “Please sit, Madam Aoifa,” Hazeema said. “Thank you,” Aoife responded and sat beside Joanne, who hadn’t acknowledged her entry at all, instead had been staring at Hazeema for the short time she’d been in the room, and she still was. “Are you ladies relaxed, and calm?” Hazeema asked. Both said “Yes” at the same time. She then went on to explain that her father was at that moment in a meeting with Moira Simpson and that some changes would take place at the Company in due course, but in the meantime, she was going to assist both the CEO and her deputy, sitting there in front of her and both keen they were to be told what would be happening now in the daily operation of the business. Did they both understand this she asked, and both said that they did. “My father is a great Sufi,” Hazeema said, which both women didn’t quite understand the significance of, but knew it must be important. “He has much power, and has taught me the ways of the Sufi,” she said standing up. As she walked around the desk towards them, she told them “My father will make big changes here.” Each smiled at her, but said nothing. “Now, Madam Aoife. We must go to your office and await Moira Simpson to explain more, what has been agreed with father. And Madam Joanne, you must achieve relaxation and calm as we agreed”. And she said this as she looked at each in turn. Whilst Aoife responded to her instruction with “Yes, of course”, Joanne said nothing, only smiling as she stood and made for the door first.
As Joanne Pearce entered through the door to the office occupied by Jonathan East, Samuel Franklin and Daniel Granger, all in their mid-twenties, she was already unbuttoning her blouse. None of the men had noticed her until she’d removed the bra as well, exposing well-rounded tits complimented by larger than average nipples which she pinched to enlarge even more. “Joanne. What the fu…..?” It was Samuel starting to say as she lifted up her skirt and bent over Daniel’s desk. There were no panties. She’d removed them before she walked in. “The first to make me come gets a rise bigger than the one they’ve used in me,” she said as she spread her legs and took hold of each cheek with a hand to pull on them. It was Jonathan who jumped up first, pulling down his tro zipper as he quickly moved behind her. Struggling to get his cock out, Daniel’s was already ready, and he barged Jonathan aside to line it up, first with her arsehole, then wondered if she’d come that way, so chose the already moist front hole for entry. As Jonathan started to push him away, Joanne shouted “No fighting. You’ll all get a go. Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Moments later Samuel asked “Where are you? In her arse?” “Nah. Her cunt. Dripping wet it is,” Daniel answered as he was building up a rhythm behind her. He tried hard. Banging away for a couple of minutes with his two associates jerking on their cocks and becoming agitated with the wait. No sign of her coming yet, but Daniel did. With a scream and a yell. As his movement slowed to a stop, Jonathan pushed him away. As Jonathan lined himself up, Daniel walked around the desk and offered up his spent cock towards her mouth, which she opened for him to enter there too. Jonathan lasted around the same time before emptying his balls in her too, but still no sign of her coming. Having seen what Daniel had done, he too walked around the desk to have his cock cleaned whilst Samuel began his attempt at bringing her off. But he couldn’t. Maybe it was just so arousing, or the fact that he hadn’t been laid in two months, but Samuel came in half the time of the other two, and still no sign of her reaching anywhere near a peak, so as he pulled out, he put his hand through her legs to find the clit. It was positively drenched there now with not only her wetness, but three loads of cum, starting to drip out now as his fingers searched for the button. He rubbed it as fast as he could when he found it, felt himself getting hard again, but this time he decided he’d try her arsehole. Resistance there was too much until he covered his cock with what he could gather from the other hole for lubrication, and then he got in. “What you doing?” Daniel asked. “I’m fucking her arse,” Samuel responded. “I want some,” Daniel said, and moved round. Samuel tried to push him away and Daniel punched him. In the face. Samuel fell back and Daniel went in for another punch, thinking if he could knock him out then he’d be no competition for another go at her. In the meantime, Jonathan had moved in, and was now fucking her arse. She started moaning louder, and louder, then screamed “Yes, yeeeeessss” as the palms of her hands slapped down on the desk. “Yes, yes,” she said again, loudly. As Jonathan pulled out, he shouted “I did it. I did it.” Turning to the other guys, both still conscious having stopped their pugilistic efforts on hearing the moans of ecstasy from her, he offered his hand up for a high five, and they both took it. Despite Jonathan coming through first in the objective, the other two felt it only right that they left their mark, or deposit as it was, as each then took a turn in coming in Joanne Pearce’s arse whilst she remained bent over the desk. When finished, the three men looked at each other, and it was Daniel that said “Let’s get out of here,” so they did. As they were leaving the room Jonathan said “It’ll all be recorded by the security cameras. They’ll know she came in wanting it.” “Yep. That they will,” Samuel agreed as all three began laughing as they quickened their pace down the corridor.
Hazeema was sitting on Aoife’s chair with Aoife on a chair to the side when Moira Simpson walked in. She looked immediately at Hazeema and walked towards her with a smile. “Hazeema, my dear. It must be you. Your father has told me all about you. I’m so sorry that I haven’t taken the opportunity to meet you before now.” “That’s no problem, Madam Moira. Please sit.” The Company President stopped dead in her tracks, smiled and simply stepped towards Aoife, to sit beside her, as she’d been told to. “Did father explain the situation?” Hazeema said as she looked towards Moira Simpson. “Yes, he did,” came the response. “And?” Hazeema asked. “Well, we’ve agreed a million rupees as consideration for my shares. The full holding. I’ll retain a consultancy role whilst you, Hazeema, operate the business directing Aoife here, along with Joanne.” A million rupees, thought Aoife? That translates to about three thousand dollars, euros or sterling, when the market capitalisation of the Company just a month ago was put at two hundred million. It seemed a small sum, but Aoife considered that the President would know what she was doing, and after all, they’d all now get to work alongside, or maybe it wasn’t alongside, but for Hazeema, who’d had such a calming influence throughout the Company in the time she’d been there. “Yes. That’s what we had in mind,” Hazeema acknowledged just as Joanne Pearce walked in. Hair a little dishevelled, courtesy of her very recent activities, and with what the other three woman wouldn’t have been immediately aware of, cum trickling down her inner thighs and crack of her arse as well. “Please sit Madam Joanne,” Hazeema told her, and she did, beside Moira Simpson. “My father is very persuasive, is he not Madam Moira?” Hazeema asked. “Yes. Yes, he is. So charismatic. You know, at one point I felt that I would do anything for him, but in the end did get him to agree on a little more for the shares,” the soon to be ex-majority shareholder agreed with a smile still on her face. “And the corporate minority shareholding, Madam Moira. Did father discuss that?” Hazeema asked. “He did, but as I have a holding in that company, I said we’d get around to an agreement at some point. But in the meantime, we’re in your hands, Hazeema. What should we do?” “I think that it’s time for some relaxation and calm. Ladies, do you want to be relaxed and calm?” The three women looked at each other, nodding, before turning back to Hazeema with each saying “Yes, I do”. “Well, Madam Aoife, Madam Joanne. You how we discussed being relaxed and calm with Madam Moira?” Each woman nodded saying “Yes.” “Well, show me,” Hazeema said as she sat back in the chair. It was Joanne who started unbuttoning the blouse Moira Simpson was wearing. Aoife started unbuttoning her own, removing it once she had undone all the buttons, then helped Joanne lift Moira Simpson’s arms out of hers, exposing the bra, which Joanne quickly unclipped, and with Aoife on the other side, removed it for the President’s surgically enhanced breasts to remain upright, and now on display. Aoife moved down to take a nipple in her mouth as Joanne did likewise to the other. Moira Simpson exhaled with a sigh, then started to gently moan as she now sat back in the chair. The CEO and her deputy suckled on the President’s teats for a minute or so before Joanne removed herself from the one she was pleasuring, to lose her own bra now. She then returned to what she’d been doing. A minute or so later the two stood up and encouraged the President to them. Joanne unzipped the President’s skirt as Aoife moved in to offer her lips to her, and when both pairs of lips met it was Moira Simpson’s tongue that entered Aoife’s mouth. Their tongues connected for a few seconds before the older woman, and at sixty-five she was old enough to be both Aoife’s and Joanne’s mother, was invited to sit back down. Joanne went down on her knees and parted Moira Simpson’s legs as Aoife lent forward and offered her own breasts for the President to do with as she pleased. As Joanne’s tongue touched the clit, Moira Simpson let out a loud sigh, leaning slightly forward to take a nipple in her mouth to now suckle herself. As Joanne worked away down there, pushing two fingers in the hole as she lapped at the engorging button just above it, Aoife was gently squeezing a tit belonging to the mouth sucking at hers. “Madam Moira. Look at me, and smile,” Hazeema directed, and the President did. Pulling away from the nipple in her mouth she looked directly at the camera Hazeema was pointing at her, smiled, and then returned to suckle more. When Moira Simpson came it was gentle, but obvious from the pelvic thrust, to the moan, almost as if in a little pain, then resolution as she gently came down, until that is, Joanne went in with her tongue again, only to hear “No more. Please, no more,” from Moira’s lips. Joanne stopped. As she got up, she put her hand to her backside, pushing the palm as close in to the hole there as she could, and strained to push out what she knew to still be there. As she brought her hand back round, she looked at the cupped palm to see an amount of whiteness half filling it. Those boys certainly shot a load each in there, she thought. She offered it close to Aoife’s mouth, who first smelt it, then took a lick to draw up an amount to savour before swallowing, then licked again. Joanne then offered her hand close to the President’s mouth, who did likewise, but then took another lick too, having swallowed what she collected with the first. Joanne then licked at what remained in her palm before leaning towards Aoife for a kiss, when Aoife obliged, opening up her mouth for Joanne to probe inside with her tongue, just as the President not long had. As the mouths parted, the three women started looking at each other with a sort of wonder, wondering briefly whether what they had just done was somehow unusual, abnormal maybe. But the feeling of relaxed calm that entered them persuaded otherwise. They all looked towards Hazeema as if waiting on further instruction. All Hazeema said as she rose and began to walk out of the room was “Father will want to visit tomorrow. If you could all make yourself as accommodating as possible, I’m sure the transition of power here will run very smoothly.” As she walked out of the door, the three women simply began to dress. “I’ll be in an hour early,” Joanne said. “I will too, then,” Aoife said. “I’ll be in for nine, ladies. See you then,” Moira Simpson said as she buttoned up her blouse having decided not to re-fit the bra.