Fired!
"I think we have to do it now, but it may take some time before I get hard again." I say.
"We have to get back to work," Karen insists, "I'm expecting...." The loud ringing of Karen's phone interrupts her. She glances at it and a look of surprise and worry crosses her faces. She walks out of the room as she answers the call.
At the sound of the closing door, Taylor looks at me and smiles, "Now is our chance," she says.
"My tongue might be a better alternative to my limp cock," I suggest.
"I don't think so," Taylor exclaims. "Why don't we do a sixty-nine instead?" Before I can respond, she pushes me to the floor and sits on my face. I start licking her clit as her thighs clamp against my head in reaction. I force my tongue into her already wet pussy and alternately flick it around her clit. Her attempts to revive my member with her mouth and the scent exuded by her slit surprisingly invigorates me to another hard-on.
I increase the pace of my tongue-thrusting into her slit. She suddenly shudders as a flood of fluid drenches my face. She collapses onto me just as my cock sends a weak spurt into her face. Our moment of climax is suddenly interrupted by the sudden opening and closing of the door. "Linda's coming up with a number of visitors to inspect the place," Karen says as she gets into her overalls. "Get dressed!" she shouts at us.
We scramble into our overalls and pick up some rollers. The door bursts open, and Linda walks in, with two men in suits trailing behind. They glance around quickly and proceed to the next room. "That was a close call," said Taylor with a large exhalation.
We finally complete the first coating and proceed to the next room. Our workday ends and we drive back to the office in the van, tired from the day's exertions. Linda is waiting for us, a sad look on her face. "I have to see the three of you in my office," she says. After changing out of our overalls, we enter Linda's office and take our seat quietly, unsure of what to say. "There seems to be quite a delay in your work today."
"We had to orient John," says Karen in a soft voice.
"And how did that take so long?" remarks Linda. After a long pause, she adds, "I checked the CCTV feeds and I'm sorely disappointed with the three of you."
The shock registers on Karen's and Taylor's faces. My mind races through the implications of our deeds and I think of how Doe would react when she learns.
"Karen and Taylor, you'll be suspended for a couple of days. You're free to leave now." Linda then turns to me as Taylor and Karen exit the office. "John, it's so unfortunate you got into trouble on your first day of work."
"Please don't tell Doe about it," I plead.
"Well, well," Linda says in an irritated tone. "You don't want my niece to know you're a cheating bastard!"
"No, it's not like it appears," I say like a cornered animal. "They forced me into it. They said it was some sort of initiation."
"Enough of that," she says. "I saw the feeds, and even without audio, you don't look 'forced' to me." I look down at the floor at the realization of the truth in what she said. She stares at me intently. "Know what John, nothing like this would have happened if it was just Taylor and Karen in that room. So basically, you are more to blame."
"You can do whatever you have to do, as long as you don't tell Doe. Please."
"Okay, it's like this. I'll have to fire you to be fair with Karen and Taylor, but you must do something else for me, if you don't want Doe to know about this."
"But Doe might be curious about it if she learns I've been fired."
"I know how to handle Doe. So, are you interested?"
"What's your proposal?" I ask.
"You will be my 'personal assistant' for a total duration of eight hours, then you're off the hook."
"What does a personal assistant do?"
"Mostly anything... or everything I want done."
Do I agree to be Linda's personal assistant?
"We have to get back to work," Karen insists, "I'm expecting...." The loud ringing of Karen's phone interrupts her. She glances at it and a look of surprise and worry crosses her faces. She walks out of the room as she answers the call.
At the sound of the closing door, Taylor looks at me and smiles, "Now is our chance," she says.
"My tongue might be a better alternative to my limp cock," I suggest.
"I don't think so," Taylor exclaims. "Why don't we do a sixty-nine instead?" Before I can respond, she pushes me to the floor and sits on my face. I start licking her clit as her thighs clamp against my head in reaction. I force my tongue into her already wet pussy and alternately flick it around her clit. Her attempts to revive my member with her mouth and the scent exuded by her slit surprisingly invigorates me to another hard-on.
I increase the pace of my tongue-thrusting into her slit. She suddenly shudders as a flood of fluid drenches my face. She collapses onto me just as my cock sends a weak spurt into her face. Our moment of climax is suddenly interrupted by the sudden opening and closing of the door. "Linda's coming up with a number of visitors to inspect the place," Karen says as she gets into her overalls. "Get dressed!" she shouts at us.
We scramble into our overalls and pick up some rollers. The door bursts open, and Linda walks in, with two men in suits trailing behind. They glance around quickly and proceed to the next room. "That was a close call," said Taylor with a large exhalation.
We finally complete the first coating and proceed to the next room. Our workday ends and we drive back to the office in the van, tired from the day's exertions. Linda is waiting for us, a sad look on her face. "I have to see the three of you in my office," she says. After changing out of our overalls, we enter Linda's office and take our seat quietly, unsure of what to say. "There seems to be quite a delay in your work today."
"We had to orient John," says Karen in a soft voice.
"And how did that take so long?" remarks Linda. After a long pause, she adds, "I checked the CCTV feeds and I'm sorely disappointed with the three of you."
The shock registers on Karen's and Taylor's faces. My mind races through the implications of our deeds and I think of how Doe would react when she learns.
"Karen and Taylor, you'll be suspended for a couple of days. You're free to leave now." Linda then turns to me as Taylor and Karen exit the office. "John, it's so unfortunate you got into trouble on your first day of work."
"Please don't tell Doe about it," I plead.
"Well, well," Linda says in an irritated tone. "You don't want my niece to know you're a cheating bastard!"
"No, it's not like it appears," I say like a cornered animal. "They forced me into it. They said it was some sort of initiation."
"Enough of that," she says. "I saw the feeds, and even without audio, you don't look 'forced' to me." I look down at the floor at the realization of the truth in what she said. She stares at me intently. "Know what John, nothing like this would have happened if it was just Taylor and Karen in that room. So basically, you are more to blame."
"You can do whatever you have to do, as long as you don't tell Doe. Please."
"Okay, it's like this. I'll have to fire you to be fair with Karen and Taylor, but you must do something else for me, if you don't want Doe to know about this."
"But Doe might be curious about it if she learns I've been fired."
"I know how to handle Doe. So, are you interested?"
"What's your proposal?" I ask.
"You will be my 'personal assistant' for a total duration of eight hours, then you're off the hook."
"What does a personal assistant do?"
"Mostly anything... or everything I want done."
Do I agree to be Linda's personal assistant?