Orgy on the workplace

Not even an appointment. Not a chance my boss would see him. And it was five minutes until lunch time! I couldn’t believe these salesmen, ever hopeful.

But he was insistent, so I finally rang the boss.

“A George Randolph here to see you.”

“Does he have an appointment?” came my boss’s voice. She has this sweet contralto voice even when she is perturbed. Don’t let it fool you.

“No.”

She paused. “Is he cute?” I could hear a slight change in her voice. No longer annoyed. I guess she was just ready for a lark.

I looked at him. “Yes.” He was medium height and build, and had an eager persona, but he definitely had a gorgeous face.

“OK, I’ll see him for a minute.”

“You’re in luck,” I said to the guy, motioning in. “She has a couple free minutes before lunch.” The guy went in, obviously happy and relieved.

Two minutes later, they both came out. “We’re going to lunch,” said my boss. *Who would have guessed,* I thought. Well, she didn’t have another lunch date–I guess she thought *what the hell*?

I was running the desk during lunch. After just half an hour, the boss called.

“Hi, I’ll be a little late returning from lunch.”

“OK,” I said. I’d have to make an excuse for her first appointment, but I knew better than to say anything. I was just supposed to take care of it.

It was an hour after she normally returned and she called again.

“Hi, I’ve decided to take the afternoon off.”

“OK,” I said, same as usual. But I was a bit intrigued: the boss was usually very prompt and planned her time very carefully.

The next morning the Boss didn’t come in at her usual time. *Very unusual*. Fifteen minutes later, she called: “Hi, I’m coming in late this morning.” I was having to do a lot of covering for her–I couldn’t believe she was doing this all of the sudden.

I didn’t hear from her again until lunch until she called: “Hi, I’ve decided to take the day off.”

“OK.”

“Uh, I think I’ll take tomorrow off too.”

“OK.” Like I said, you don’t ask questions of my boss.

Two days later, she didn’t show up for work. Actually, I was beginning to feel worried. I just kept postponing her appointments and putting off the people that needed to reach her, but it was getting harder. And without the work she usually gave me, I had nothing to do but sit around, waiting til the next time I had to dream up another excuse. It really was nerve-wracking.

Finally, mid-morning, she called in: “I’ve decided to take two weeks off.” I was going to ask her what was going on, but she didn’t give me the chance. I called her back. There was no answer at her apartment. She must have been calling from somewhere else.

Something made me nervous about it. I really didn’t have much to do, so I went out and drove to her apartment. I rang her doorbell and no one answered. I looked around the hall. There really wasn’t anything I could do, but I just felt so helpless. Was she alright? She sounded OK; what was I worrying about? Would she get in trouble for neglecting her work?

On the way out, I passed a man coming in. “Oh, hi!” I heard behind me. I turned around and it was that salesman, George Randolph. “You must have come by to check on your boss.”

He seemed really friendly, just like before. “Actually, you’re right,” I answered.

“She’s at my apartment. Do you want to come see her?”

A flash of fear went through me. What was this? Should I trust him? If he wasn’t trustworthy, was my boss in trouble? He looked so friendly and innocent. “Yes, I would,” I answered.

I had my car, so I followed him to his apartment. It was about a half mile away and was in a rather nice section of town. I followed him in. The room was dark compared to outside: the shades were apparently drawn because there was no daylight: only soft light from a few lamps. We walked through the living room into another room that was just as dark. There were *two* women in there.

“I want to introduce you to my wife, Lara,” said George Randolph. One of the women was completely nude and facing away from us. It was my boss! She had both hands on the post of a four-poster bed, apparently holding it to brace herself. She was looking away from us and hadn’t turned around when we came in! The other woman was behind my boss and wearing a merrywidow and high heels, and was holding a huge whip! She looked back at me over her shoulder. She had long frizzy brown hair hanging over her shoulders. Her eyes were hypnotic–they were a little slanted and I thought of a cat when I saw her. And she had this slight smile on her face. She was absolutely stunning.

She looked at me for a couple of seconds with her little smile, and then turned around and swung the whip! I saw my boss’s body jerk, but she didn’t make a sound! The woman whipped her again!

“On your knees!” George hadn’t said it loud, but had turned around toward the women to say it. My boss immediately fell to her knees and pressed her head to the floor in her arms so her rear stood up prominently.

“She’ll take the whip all day,” said George, talking to me again. “Also, Lara likes to make her lie on her back on the floor so Lara can straddle her face. She’ll lick Lara for hours!”

Lara turned around and looked at me again. She still had that mysterious smile. She was so gorgeous! She tilted her head just slightly and then ever so slightly “bowed” her head for a second. The smile remained. My heart was pounding! I *knew* she was suggesting I lie on the floor so she could straddle my head! I imagined myself lying on the floor, Lara standing above me straddling my head, descending to kneeling. Looking with me with that smile. I was so wet.