My Assistant, My Client, and Me in the Same Bed

I called Tomás on the intercom and asked him whether Daniela was already back from lunch. I summoned them both to my office under the pretext of closing the final briefing before we left.

Tomás arrived in a linen shirt and gray trousers, casual but impeccable. Daniela surprised me: a denim skirt tighter than usual and a white shirt of fine cotton that hinted at her bra without a hint of shamelessness. A pair of ankle boots with open insteps completed the outfit. She looked at me, seeking approval. I nodded with a smile.

—We’re heading down to the car, leaving in fifteen —I said.

Octavia was waiting for us at her estate on the outskirts of the city. She was our most demanding client and, for the past three weeks, also the one taking up the most space in my head. I had met her the previous Friday, at the meeting where we signed the contract. When I shook her hand, I felt something I couldn’t name then and now preferred not to name: a warm current that ran down my back, settled between my legs, and stayed there, throbbing, waiting.

In the car, Daniela took the back seat with me; Tomás sat in front. He was dark-haired, not too tall, gym-toned from daily training. He looked at Daniela in the rearview mirror more times than necessary during the drive, and every time his eyes slid to the open neckline of her white shirt.

We spoke little. I drove thinking about Octavia’s hand and how the warmth had stayed in my palm for the rest of that Friday. I pressed my thighs against the seat and felt my panties were already wet, for no reason, or for every reason.

***

The wrought-iron gate opened by itself as soon as I stopped the car in front of the sensor. The house appeared beyond a row of olive trees: pale stone, high windows, a pool visible from the entrance. Tomás let out a low whistle. Daniela said nothing, but her eyes lit up.

Octavia was waiting on the porch. She wore an ivory tunic that fell to her ankles and, underneath, clearly nothing. Her nipples stood out hard against the fabric, and a dark shadow could be made out at her pubis, which the silk didn’t quite conceal. She must have been around forty, perhaps less. It’s hard to judge the age of women who don’t need to hide it.

—Welcome —she said.

I introduced Tomás first. Octavia held his gaze just long enough, and no more. When I introduced Daniela, however, something changed on her face. She took Daniela’s hand in both of hers and looked at her like someone evaluating a piece. Daniela blushed and lowered her eyes.

She gave me her hand last. I felt that current again, stronger now, and noticed my nipples hardening inside my bra and my cunt throbbing, absurdly, in the middle of a formal greeting. Octavia smiled as if she knew. As if she had scented it on me.

—Come in. The table is set on the terrace.

***

We ate at a four-seat table decorated with white jasmine. A girl appeared in a black maid’s uniform, short skirt and a blouse made of such fine material that her black bra showed through, and beneath it, her dark nipples. Octavia introduced her as Yasmín, her assistant. Tomás stopped eating for half a minute.

Yasmín served slowly, too slowly to be efficient. Every time she bent over the table, her skirt rode up to the edge of her ass and Tomás found a new reason to look her way. Daniela shot me an amused glance. I kicked her under the table for it.

Throughout the meal, Octavia spoke almost exclusively to Daniela. She asked about her career, her references, the brands she had worked with before signing on with me. Daniela answered with her back straight and her shoulders thrown back, the way she does when she wants to seem older than she is.

—My best decision of the year —I said, trying to interrupt the improvised interview.

—One of your best decisions —Octavia corrected, without looking at me.

***

We moved to the sitting room for coffee. Octavia offered us sherry. Tomás accepted out of habit; Daniela and I were about to decline when Octavia, without waiting for us, asked Yasmín for five glasses. Five. One for the maid too.

Yasmín came back with the glasses on a silver tray and stood by the door as if waiting for orders. Octavia gave them with a gesture: come, sit, you’re one of us this afternoon.

I understood then that that house did not run by the rules outside it.

—Daniela, come sit on this sofa with me and tell me what you’ve planned for the campaign.

Daniela looked at me for permission. I nodded.

Over the next forty minutes, Octavia listened to the entire proposal with an attention I rarely get from a client. She asked precise questions and, every time Daniela answered well, she touched her forearm in approval. Daniela stopped pulling away after the third time. By the fifth, Octavia’s hand had moved up above her elbow. By the seventh, it was already grazing her thigh over the denim skirt, and Daniela was opening her legs a little without noticing, or noticing all too well.

Tomás watched Yasmín. Yasmín looked at the floor, but her lips curved every time he sighed, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs, showing for a second the black fabric of her panties. I watched Octavia and tried, unsuccessfully, to figure out what the four of us were doing there, while feeling dampness soaking through the lining of my skirt.

—You’ve chosen a good team —she said at last—. We’re going to celebrate. I’ve prepared the studio by the pool so you can keep working if you feel like it. And if you want to take a swim first, there’s clothes for everyone in the changing rooms.

We found two bikinis hanging there, exact sizes for Daniela and me, and a swimsuit for Tomás. How she had discovered my measurements was a question I decided not to ask.

***

We worked until close to nine. Yasmín appeared twice with cold drinks and, both times, lingered longer with Tomás than with us. The second time, when serving him, she leaned so far over his shoulder that her left breast came to rest on his nape. Tomás closed his eyes for an instant, as if praying. At nine-thirty Yasmín came back to announce that dinner was served by the pool.

Tomás called his wife from the terrace. I heard him say he was staying the night because the meeting had run long. When he hung up, he looked at me with the face of a boy who has just gotten away with a prank. Daniela, single, had no one to notify.

Octavia told us during dinner that we were staying as her guests until the next day. No one protested. Tomás was dreaming of the maid, Daniela wanted to keep impressing the client, and I had a dry throat and a soaked cunt for reasons I couldn’t say out loud.

Around eleven, Yasmín sat down with us. Shortly after, Tomás stood up under the pretext of showing her the garden. They disappeared among the olive trees and, after a while, Yasmín’s muffled moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh began to drift in from the pool. Nobody made any comment. Octavia excused herself, wished us good night without theatrics, and left. Daniela and I were left alone with the empty glasses.

—Shall we go up? —she said.

***

In the hallway, halfway to the rooms, Daniela stopped dead and grabbed my arm.

—Something weird is going on here, right?

—What do you mean?

—I don’t know. This woman has something. All day I’ve been feeling like a… —she laughed at herself— like electricity. Here, look. —She took my hand and pressed it against her chest, over her shirt. I felt her nipple, hard and sharp, under my fingers—. And down here too. It’s not fear. But it’s not normal either. Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?

She asked it with her face right up against mine, the sherry on her breath still sweet. I didn’t know what to say. She gave me a loud kiss on the cheek, almost at the corner of my mouth, and kept tugging on my arm.

When we entered my bedroom, I understood why Octavia had put us together. On the double bed, on either side, were two nearly identical nightgowns, one navy blue and the other black, folded with a care that felt like mockery.

—You see? —Daniela said.

—I don’t see it. I don’t want to see it yet.

She laughed. She began undressing in front of me without asking permission. She took off her shirt, then her skirt, then her bra. She had small, firm breasts, with pink, erect nipples, and a narrow waist that widened into rounded hips. She was left in white cotton panties and pulled them down to her ankles without taking her eyes off me. Her pubis, shaved down to a narrow strip, gleamed with wetness.

—Do you like me? —she asked.

I lowered my head. I didn’t know what face to make. When I looked back up, her hands were already on the buttons of my blouse, unfastening them one by one, without hurry. She opened my shirt, pulled down the cups of my bra with two fingers, and stared at my breasts as if she had just discovered something. She bent down and sucked one nipple, slowly, circling it with her tongue. I let out a moan I had no intention of letting out. She slid her other hand under my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and her fingers found my soaked cunt.

—You’re dripping —she whispered against my breast—. You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you?

I couldn’t answer. She slipped in two fingers and started moving them inside me, her thumb hunting for my clit. My knees shook. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away before I came standing up, against the doorframe, like an idiot.

—Wait —I said—. Wait.

She pulled her fingers out, took them to her mouth, and sucked them while looking at me.

***

We left the bedroom without putting on the nightgowns. Hand in hand, barefoot, we crossed the hallway toward Octavia’s room as if something inside were calling us.

At the other end of the hall, Tomás and Yasmín appeared, also hand in hand, also naked. Tomás’s cock was half-erect, still shiny. Yasmín had stained thighs. Neither looked surprised. It was as if the four of us had signed some agreement only Octavia had a copy of.

Yasmín pushed open the half-closed door. Octavia was sitting in the center of her enormous bed, wearing a turquoise tunic open to the waist and green eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her breasts, heavier than the clothing had let on, hung bare, with the dark nipples already hard.

—I was expecting you.

The three women climbed onto the bed. Daniela to her left, me to her right. Yasmín curled up at the foot like a cat who already knows the place. Tomás stayed standing, not knowing where to put himself, his cock growing again in full view of us all.

That was when I noticed what Octavia had under the tunic. A harness with a long, dark dildo, thick as a woman’s wrist, strapped to her hips with three leather straps. She had been hiding it all through dinner.

—Tomás —she said, in a low voice—. I want you to fuck them. One by one, here, in front of me. Start with whoever you choose.

She held out her hand and made me get down from the bed.

***

What followed belongs to another woman, not the one who had signed the contract the week before. Tomás came toward me transformed, with an authority I had never seen in him at the office. He grabbed my wrist, made me kneel on the rug, and pressed his hard cock to my mouth without a word.

—Suck it —he said, and it was the first time he had ever spoken to me like that.

I opened my mouth and he shoved it all the way in at once, down to the back of my throat. My eyes filled with tears. He pulled it out, tapped my lips twice, gently, with it, and thrust it back in, gripping my hair with both hands and fucking my mouth to his rhythm. I could hear Octavia behind us, directing with monosyllables.

—Deeper.

—Make her choke a little.

—Now on all fours.

Tomás pulled his cock out, dripping saliva, and yanked me up. He bent me over the edge of the bed, face against the duvet and ass lifted, in front of Octavia. He tore off my panties and spread my legs with his knee. I felt the tip of his cock brush my cunt and then, without warning, he shoved it all in with one thrust. I cried out against the duvet. He filled me all at once, bigger than he had seemed, and started moving, pounding me hard, holding me by the hips to drive in deeper and deeper.

Octavia, a hand’s breadth from my face, watched me with her legs open and the harness pointing at the ceiling, stroking her breasts.

—Do you like being fucked by your subordinate? —she asked softly—. Say it.

—Yes —I gasped.

—Louder.

—Yes, fuck, yes, I like it.

—Ask him to give it to you hard.

—Harder, Tomás, harder.

And he obeyed me as he had never obeyed me in three years of office work. He pounded me until the mattress creaked and my breasts slapped against the edge. He slid a finger wet with saliva into my ass and I came right there, biting the duvet, with a long spasm that rose from my thighs to my throat.

Then it was Daniela’s turn. He dragged her off the bed by the hair, without real violence but without apologizing, and bent her over the mattress in front of Octavia. Daniela closed her eyes and let herself be handled. Tomás spread her buttocks with his thumbs, spat on her cunt, and shoved it in to the hilt. Daniela gave a sharp, long moan and started pushing her ass back to receive each thrust. Her small breasts swung with the rhythm of the blows. Octavia leaned in and put two fingers in Daniela’s mouth; Daniela sucked them like her life depended on it.

—Fuck her until she comes —Octavia said—. Don’t stop before.

Tomás held her nape against the mattress with one hand and searched for her clit with the other. He fucked her at a brutal pace, hip to ass with a loud, wet smack, and Daniela came in two minutes, screaming into the sheet, her legs shaking so hard they gave way.

When Tomás was about to finish inside her, Octavia lifted a hand. He stopped dead, his cock still buried to the hilt, as if the gesture had switched him off.

—Out —said Octavia.

Tomás pulled out slowly, dripping with Daniela’s fluids.

—Now her —said Octavia, pointing at Yasmín.

And Tomás, who a minute earlier had treated us like dolls, went over to the maid with a tenderness that hurt to watch. He kissed her slowly, stroked her face, lay down with her on the rug beside the bed, and made love to her in silence, looking into her eyes, going in and out with an almost devout slowness. Yasmín wrapped her legs around his waist and gently bit his shoulder, moaning softly. Octavia watched them until Tomás came with a long moan, spilling inside her, and remained sprawled there, asleep like a child beside Yasmín, his cock still wet.

Octavia nudged him aside with her foot until he was out of the way, on the rug. Then she turned back to look at the three of us.

—And now —she said, opening the tunic all the way— now I can tell you why you really came.

***

I’m not going to leave out the details of that early-morning with Octavia, Daniela, and Yasmín. On the contrary. I’ll say that Octavia made me kneel on the bed and crawl into her lap, that she grabbed my braids and pressed my mouth to the harness dildo until I learned to swallow it whole, while Daniela and Yasmín, behind me, licked my cunt and ass with four hands and two tongues. I’ll say that afterward she laid me on my back, spread my legs, and slid the dildo in with measured slowness, centimeter by centimeter, looking me in the eyes, while Daniela sat on my face and I ate her cunt until she came spurting a second time. I’ll say that Yasmín, meanwhile, sucked Octavia’s clit beneath the harness, her face crushed between her mistress’s thighs, and that Octavia came without stopping her thrusts, screaming in a language I didn’t understand.

I’ll say that after that she rearranged us: Daniela face down, ass up, and had me open her with my fingers and put my tongue inside her while Octavia fucked her cunt with the dildo; that Yasmín climbed onto my back and nibbled my neck, whispering filthy things in my ear; that the four of us rolled around on that huge bed changing places, mouths, fingers, until I lost count of how many times I had come and which tongue was where. Daniela’s mouth on the inside of my thighs definitively canceled an earlier version of myself. Octavia’s, nibbling my nipple while she pried my cunt open with three fingers, canceled another. Yasmín, seated on my face with her dark, dripping cunt, canceled the last one I had left standing. In one night I learned more about women’s bodies than in thirty-two years of obedient life.

At six in the morning we dragged Tomás between the three of us to his room. He weighed more asleep than awake. We left him on the bed, put one arm across his chest so he’d look good in the morning, and went back to our rooms.

Daniela and I showered together. We gave each other the slow kisses we hadn’t been able to give before, with time, without an audience, with warm water falling over us. I soaped her breasts slowly, she slipped her fingers between my legs again and made me come one last time, silently, with my forehead resting on her shoulder and the water washing away any evidence. At seven we went down to breakfast.

Tomás was already there. Face of a boy who had slept well, friendly smile, no trace of the previous night in his eyes. He was stroking Yasmín’s leg under the table with a discretion that fooled no one.

—Did you sleep well? —he asked us—. I slept like a baby.

Yasmín, Daniela, and I looked at one another. He remembered nothing, or almost nothing. He remembered Yasmín in the garden, remembered going up to a room with her. The rest had been taken by Octavia, whatever it was that she knew how to do.

***

Octavia came down last. She wore a black dress and the alert eyes of a woman who has slept the exact number of hours she needs.

—Good morning. How are we today, girls? —And looking at Tomás, who had risen gallantly to pull out her chair, she added—: You, I see, perfectly.

Tomás smiled without catching the irony.

The campaign was a success. Tomás offered that very morning to go back to the office and coordinate from there, a decision we accepted without comment. Daniela became my right hand and, the following weekend, something more that I don’t feel like putting in writing yet.

But that, as my mother always used to say when she ran out of ways to explain things, is another story.