Ben had no problem with Betty staying over for a few days. Betty did not object. She did seem to be having a hard time sitting still in her chair. Ben...even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times. It seemed she was ignoring him. ‘REAGAN!’ ‘What?’ She sat there innocently as if she didn’t ignore him. She didn’t intentionally but she didn’t want him to know that. ‘Why are you ignoring me?’ The tone in his voice was hard border lining with annoyance. ‘I wasn’t ignoring you. What is it?’ ‘I said that next weekend is the annual office’s get together. This is important for my career and I need you to look spectacular.’ ‘Okay.’ She tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible to hide her anger. She was 31 and as I worked the swing shift, the only employee on that shift, and had already solved some major problems that arose that it was a thank you gesture. At dinner we talked about the job and her appreciation of the job I had done. After dinner she asked if I wanted to go for a few drinks as she was supposed to meet a girlfriend of hers. Having nothing better to do I accepted what led to what was the hottest 2 years sexually I had ever experienced. It did not take me long to. “Miss Post ... have I ever... ?”“No ... you haven’t ... but I know how these things work. You wanna keep the job, you fuck the boss.” I said. Gees, I must be tired. I can not believe I said that.Joe A stuck his head out the office door, “Alice ... have I ever demanded sex for you to keep your job?”“Who said that?”“We’re just having a little discussion here,” Joe A said.Before I could say hockey puck the office was full of waitresses bartenders and even the cleaning crew. I had more than one.