Robert slid his chair closer to his desk and tried to concentrate on the club’s web page.  Not long ago, he had been able to easily cut and paste even the most graphic images and text without the slightest twinge of sexual desire.  One of the reasons he had taken this job was that bondage and its assorted sexy sisters had no real interest to him.  It was a job and nothing more.  Frankly, he would have had a harder time doing a web site for his personal hobby of motorcycles.  He would have found himself entranced in discussions about acceleration, tire balancing, anti-lock brakes and custom paint detailing.  A walk by the magazine stand would draw him to Cycle Magazine and Custom Street Bikes while nervous teens and forty something’s pawed at Barely Legal and Over 40 Juggs.  He found it a riot that it was the older men staring at teen girls and the teen boys sporting hard-ons for the over forty D cup MILFs.  Usually, he would browse his bike magazines and watch while the boys fiddled with the plastic covers to the tit-a-pedias in high gloss.  When the boys had struggled enough, he would grab the magazine, tear open the top and hand it to the trembling hands of grateful but guilt filled boys.  The old guys, he decided, had to tear open their own.  But a kid, well a kid could use a hand.  Then Robert would go back to articles on cylinder displacement and the comparison of the costs and benefits of fuel injection versus the purist carburetion systems of the past.  He was an injector man.

But motorcycles were beginning to lose traction in his head.  Today, he was reviewing profiles and pictures and every one reminded him in some way of either Victoria or Donna, from the night at the adult toy store.  His mind bounced back and forth when some feature of a picture reminded him more of one than the other.  One set of eyes reminded him of the Donna.  She was impossible to forget.  The legs on another profile reminded him of Victoria.  There was one set of breasts — he couldn’t think of them as tits, that wasn’t right — that reminded him of both.  

Robert felt like he was going crazy.  Oh God, Victoria.  Oh hell, Donna.  Jesus, he was horny– even Jesus couldn’t save him when the next picture popped up.  It was a blond and a brunette together.  He clicked NEXT as quickly as he could and was confronted by a picture of the two unknown women going down on each other.  His heart raced, then died, then raced.  He needed a new carburetor if he was to survive this profile.  He was startled to find that, for the very first time, he had an erection at work.  He desperately needed to be an injection man at that instant.  He was so lost in need that his hand strayed below the key board and surprised him by wrapping around himself as much as his pants would allow.  He couldn’t, but he was about to…no, he couldn’t, he almost started when a voice floated over his shoulder, Victoria spoke almost casually, “Now, that’s one picture for a fantasy, isn’t it kiddo?” 

A large iced tea appeared over his shoulder and he almost slammed it into Victoria’s chest as she offered it, “Two equals, right?” 

Robert instantly pressed his chair to his desk, but not before Victoria would have had time to notice his erection.  She moved back and gave him room.  He tried to click the images away and only made matters worse when the next image showed the women, together, sucking some lucky but anonymous guy.  His fingers sprung from the mouse to the screen power button.  The screen went blank and so did Robert.   

Victoria blushed along side him, “Or is it Splenda that you like?  I’m sorry I have a hard time remembering.” 

Robert stammered, “Equal’s always good.  You didn’t have to bring that to me, you know.” 

She reached over his shoulder and set the tea down.  Her breath momentarily on his neck and it tantalized him.  She made an effort to point at one of the data management screens filled with club data, all neatly sorted and managed, “I notice that you do great work on the system, it really helps.”  Her pause was a long as his need, “You’re just amazing.”  

That hung for an eternity between them until he felt his senses return, “It’s just ones and zeros.  Computer language is good for me, math makes me crazy, but I so get computers.” 

Victoria’s eyes traveled over the screens that were still alive.  Robert just shrugged and said, “It’s five screens of maintenance and one screen with nudity.  Who’d have thought.  It really isn’t fun, except the programming part.”  He could tell that she knew he was lying but she had just let it ride. 

Victoria tried to defuse and said, “It’s not all about the money.  I like providing a safe place for what can be a dangerous game.”

Robert decided to be a stand up guy and do the right thing, so he hit the monitor power button and casually but quickly clicked through the remaining pictures on the profile and clicked ACCEPTED on each.  In quick order the profile was active and the system sent an automatic email.  Robert said, “Yeah, in practice it’s like a restaurant I guess, without the nibbling.”

Victoria’s head was in more than one place, not the least of them being, envisioning her and Donna, as surrogates in the picture that had flashed up on the system.  She didn’t even have to try putting Robert in that picture in place of the mystery dick.  That couldn’t be avoided, and now she felt herself getting aroused and it thrilled and bothered her all at the same time, “Business is business” she said, “No matter the product.”  She knew she didn’t think that at all at this point.  “So, if it’s not fun, why do you stay?”

Robert said, “I like tending bar.  That is my social part I guess.”  He was at least able to pretend to drink from the tea that had played a role in catching him red handed just moments before.

Victoria drank from her cup and wondered what he would be like naked on the bar.  Things were really getting out of hand fast.  But, she couldn’t seem to shut up or stop her thoughts, “You’re more than a bartender here.  You know that right?

She could see his pants were finally loosing up just enough to let him squirm, “Sure, I’m a bouncer slash bartender slash tech geek.”

So much more than her ex-husband could claim, she thought, but instead she said, “I need to pay you more, don‘t I?”

Robert grinned, “Nahhh….yeah.   I guess so.”

Back on safe management ground, Victoria considered how much she valued his help here, how dedicated he was, how willing…oh God there her mind went spinning again, she redirected her thoughts, “How about a promotion?  I need a director of security.  I trust you more than anyone here.”             

In a short time, he had gone from being caught with his dick in his hands, to being trusted and offered a promotion.  Robert was certain his boss had no idea he was still running pictures of her in a threesome with he and Donna.  He decided she wasn’t joking about the promotion and said, “You know, I’ll do what ever you want; but, could I still tend bar?”  Robert felt the mood change in Victoria — almost as if she wanted to throw him on his desk right there, but had stopped herself for some reason.  Instead Victoria’s next words offered distraction, “Maybe we should set up a party for all the new people, a Grand Cyber Opening.”

Robert took that safe door out too, “That would be fun.”

Before she stepped out the office door she said, “You better start finding more security to manage.” Robert followed her to the door, watched Victoria step into her office and shut her own door.  He followed suit, closed and locked his and went to his chair.  He surprised himself as he unzipped.  He was so surprised by his own actions that his attention was barely caught by the ping on the chat screen.  Robert glanced at the chat box dialogue.  He watched a developing private conversation.  Two couples, one named 2real4u typed haltingly, the one handed, damned busy on this end but typing while stroking, to NoBSwePlay.  2real’s message popped up, “We should meet at the club; we’ll buy drinks”. 

He spoke to the screen, “Take it slow you guys.”  He clicked on the profile he had accepted just minutes before and the Victoria and Donna clones, didn’t look so much like them as he had thought, so he forced his mind back to seeing those two together with him.  He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and for the first time, stroked himself at work.  He didn’t see NoBS type, “I want to see you two really abuse my useless wife, she really needs her attitude beat out of her.  Can you help me?” 

The beep tone sounded on the blood rush deafness in his ears, and then his eyes were semi focused on the pictures of the women having the threesome, so he missed the response from 2real4u, “We always like to give people what they want.  We would love to help you train her.  Send us an email with details.”

Robert drifted away to a well-needed orgasm as the screen chat disappeared.