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8:50 AM, I am standing in the company lobby. Rose, one of the women at the club, hands me a visitor’s pass, “You aren’t an employee. Security will be here in a few minutes.”
This isn’t looking good. Rose can’t keep her eyes off me. Security shows up at precisely 9:00 AM. I am guided to my old manager’s office. She is sitting in her chair. On the side of the room are a few boxes of personal items that don’t look familiar. There is a second set of boxes with my stuff. The room doesn’t look right. Oh shit, she got fired too.
I sit down in the chair; I can’t look at her as I say, “I’m sorry. We both got fired, I see. I didn’t mean to cause you any harm. You have been good to me. If you need it, I will give you a letter of recommendation. Maybe mom can find you a job.”
Sandy looks amused, “Ooooooo, you see my stuff in the boxes. Ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa.”
Sandy is all smiles, “In a way, we did get fired. However, the new owner is wonderful. She and Matt didn’t get along; she whacked him in the conference room in front of all the VPs. They have hazmat suits on and are cleaning his office.”
I laugh out loud.
I continue, “I came here to grovel for my job. I liked it here. I liked the people and the work. Please give me a second chance.”
Sandy asks me, “What about Saturday?”
Oh shit. How do I address this? My self-opinion plunges. I can’t look at her; I remember them leering at me with lust.
My voice is shaking, and my head is down, “My ex-girlfriend tricked me into joining a slave auction. As you saw, I was not fond of the idea.”
I mumble, “I can’t do this. Too many of you saw me. I’m humiliated; she even ruined my career.” I get up. “Thank you for your time.”
She uses a harsh commanding voice to turn me around, “BILL! Turn around and look at me!” I turn around and look up. “We get a call from Vickie. She knew she was pushing the envelope with you. She wanted us to pool our money so that decent people like us would buy you and treat you well. It seems that some women are harsh on men. She knew that would break you. She wanted us to take turns and love you. Two didn’t care about you. I enjoyed firing Roxy and Bell. It was easy as they were still under probation.
“When we saw the distress as you were stripped and you looked at us, there wasn’t a dry eye there. We all felt the pain and anguish that you displayed. Vickie has a weird way of showing it, but she does love you.
“Officially, I want to welcome you back from your vacation. This is what the new owners want. As I said, Matt was fired, and the owners gave me his job; therefore, I am giving you my job.”
With a smile on my face, “Just who are these owners?”
Sandy smiles big, “Miss Shoemaker and Miss Simmons. Your mother has a few more stocks than Sophia, but together they own over 50% of the company.”
So, my mother and wanna-be stepmother want to control my life, huh? Sophia has no right to do anything anymore, and I want nothing to do with her whore daughter.
I am still by the door. Sandy stands up and then, in a very sexy walk, makes a direct line to me. She takes both my hands with hers, and she pulls me back to my chair, where I sit down. Sandy sits on her desk in front of me, and we are eye to eye.
With a soft voice, she purrs sexily, “We have a problem with our relationship now. I saw you paraded in front of a group of women, several from this office. You were bare-chested, and they strung you up and ripped your clothes off, leaving you naked.”
My eyes are tearing; that was easily the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me. I don’t want to discuss this, and I want to FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED! I should bolt for the door and leave this place forever.
Sandy continues, her fingers wiping the tears from my face, “We all saw you naked. That’s not very fair in my book. Are you in love with anyone right now?”
I chuckle, “Un no. That bridge was burned. After what she did to me, and how I handled it, no, no women for me. It’s ok. I am hoping my work will distract me for a while. The pain hurts.”
Sandy explains, “As you know, I have been married for a while.” She reaches behind her dress, and I hear the zipper. “I love my husband.” The dress is pulled forward, revealing two enormous breasts, no bra! “I told him about you. How big you are. How nice you are. How cute you are.” She shimmies down her dress. “He asked me if I’m going to fuck you.” The dress hits the floor. No panties, she is buck-ass naked, and she has a glass door. People can see us!
Sandy is nervous, “You aren’t going to HR on me, are you?”
I plead with her, “Sandy, you’re married. Think of what you’re doing. Think of all the people that will know. This is madness.”
She is seriously stressing me out. I don’t want to ruin her marriage; Sandy is one of the good ones here.
Sandy places a finger on my lips, shutting me up, “My husband has seen you. He is a man’s man. He told me that if I ever get a chance at you, I should make it quick. It would be a life-altering event for me. He then kissed me. All this is doing is making up for us seeing you. That’s fair, rightttttttt?”
She takes off my tie. She unbuttons my shirt. She gasps as she sees my chest, muscles, scars, and healed bullet wounds. She purrs like a cat in heat; she is, I can smell her.
She has me stand up. Off comes my belt and pants. She slowly pulls down my boxers. I am partially rigid, and her mouth is watering. She quickly attacks me, taking as much of my cock as she can get. As it grows and hardens, she slips off. She doesn’t want to get stuck with me in her throat as my cock expands. She turns to a sloppy blowjob.
Her hands move my hands to her firm breasts. Oh my, these are amazing. I am now fully hard. Sandy’s eyes are popping out of her head, yet she never slows down, she’s lubricating my cock. A minute later and she shoots up turns around, and spreads her legs. She’s looking out the windows on a beautiful day. There is a reflection off the glass so she can partially see me behind her bent at the waist. She has a decent-sized orgasm just from the view.
I giggle at that, and she follows me soon after. I push my cock into her waiting hole. Her husband is bigger than most. I get in far easier than I have any woman in my life. Immediately she moans way too loud. I hear the door open, and I freeze. Why? No idea. They obviously know what we’re doing. I resume my slow pressing in and pulling out. Very few women can take much more than this. Sandy isn’t one of those women; she is content to have me slowly slide my meat in and out of her hole.
She giggles, “This is so fucking good.”
There are now others in the office, and they scare the crap out of me when they come around the front, so I can see them. Why is Sandy allowing this? They’re each stripping their clothes off, standing in front of me so I can see them, then they move close to me and press their breasts of all sizes and colors into my arms, back, and ass. Oh yes, several went for the ass.
Then they lightly touch my arms, thighs, and mainly my chest and ass. This touching is moving my orgasm along too quickly. All nervousness and embarrassment is gone. I feel like a king now.