We had to stop giving parties, which meant that we had to cut down on going to them since we could not reciprocate. The country club membership was no... renewed when the dues became due and I started packing a small lunch in my briefcase and I cut way back on going out to lunch with the guys I worked with.I didn't find out until way later about the day that tipped everything over. I was in my den and had been looking through the Yellow Pages trying to find some railroad ties for some landscaping. And I wasn't sure how, but I suspected he'd found a way to increase the quantity of jizz we were shooting too.All the boys were doing their part. Sean took over the computer issues and set up software that received incoming resumes, scanned them, and sent back an instant reply saying either 'thanks but no thanks' or asking them to login and complete a new hire survey.We'd designed the survey as a group, mixing questions about job skills and work ethics in with questions about sexual attitudes. "She let her eyes say the rest. Nobody ever made you come the way I have, Yvette. Nobody has fucked you the way I have. Not Arthur. Certainly not that witch Rhonda.Yvette had been promoted to a level one step above Laura. Now they were no longer equals. Laura felt uneasy. Not that Yvette didn't deserve it, but Laura did know how she spread that beautiful black pussy around to get what she wanted.Laura was both envious and curious. And of course, Yvette was ravishing, her smooth black skin. I followed two steps behind. There was no-one else around. She went to the last cubicle. “Wait here.” The door closed. Sounds of zips, the rustling of fabric, shoes on the wooden floor. The door opened, just a fraction. Her bare arm snaked out, gripping mine, pulling me inside. She stood, clad in the lime green of the bra and knickers, her skin lightly tanned, tall in her heels. She closed the door, sliding the bolt across. Hands on hips, legs slightly apart, shoulders back, chest thrust.