Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 14:47:18 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 12

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 12
By
Tappy McWidestance

As I walked into the office on Monday morning I was extremely
self-conscious of my wardrobe choices. I had followed Thomas' instructions
to the letter, as I wanted to show him I could follow direction and be a
good choice as partner. Starting with my feet, I was wearing four-inch high
stilettos. I had gone out and bought them yesterday just for the
occasion. I wouldn't be in court today and didn't have any client meetings
to worry about, so unfortunately that meant wearing a tight skirt far to
short for modesty. It also meant a sheer blouse with no bra. And while the
material was smooth and luxurious, the unencumbered sway of my breasts
meant my nipples were constantly rubbing against the material. I am sure
you can imagine the result.

When I went shoe shopping yesterday I also picked up several new pairs of
stockings and the required garter belts. I felt particularly nasty, in a
good way, when I slid them on this morning. Finally, as required, I didn't
bother with panties, although I did toss a thong in my purse, just in case.

Walking through the office I realized just how out of place I looked. Liz
gave me a smile from the reception desk, but I had the feeling everybody
else knew my status had changed. Sure that was just paranoia because there
was no way they could really know, but that is what I felt. As I passed
each cubical I could feel my co-workers eyes sizing me up. I half expected
some of the junior attorneys to grab my ass as I passed them. I even
imagined Jill would reach out and spank me. But it was all in my head. I
reached my office without incident. And except that I realized I would have
to be very careful how I sat not to reveal the garter snaps, to say nothing
of revealing my bare pussy, I settled into my normal morning routine of
case research and phone calls. In fact, the morning flew by until James
called me at 11 to remind me to come to his office. I had been so focused
on my work I had forgotten he had told me to come to him earlier than I
knew Liz usually did. That is the kind of order I am happy to obey.

Liz was already there. She was naked, no surprise. And James ordered me to
eat her until she came. That too was not a surprise. What was a surprise
was James didn't have me strip. Actually he didn't touch me at all. After I
got Liz off he dismissed me and told me to leave. I was upset. I didn't
mind so much that I didn't get his cock since I assumed one of the partners
would fill that need later. But I was more upset by the rejection of at
least getting to suck him off. I know I give a good blowjob and why
wouldn't he want that? Maybe he was going to fuck Liz and didn't want to
blow his load, but at least I could have slurped him for a few minutes to
get him ready. "Get a grip, Susan," I had to keep telling myself. "Don't
blow this out of proportion."

About ten minutes later my phone rang. It was Thomas. My pussy tingled
softly when I saw his name on the Caller ID. He asked me to step into his
office. I told him I would be right there, jumped up and headed toward my
door. The walk was a short one, but my mind had time to quickly envision
several scenes that could go down. I knocked on his door and he told me to
come in. None of the other partners were in his office. Scratch scene
one. He asked me to shut the door, but he didn't say to lock it. Scratch
vision two. He did ask me to face away from his desk and then to touch my
toes. That did allow him to see that I was dressed as he commanded,
although he didn't finger me. So I gave myself half credit for predicting
this position. Unfortunately, like James before him, Thomas did not use me
for his own sexual pleasure or provide me any. He did tell me he had left
an important folder of documents at his house that he needed later today
and that he wanted me to pick up. I was dumbstruck. If he didn't feel like
fucking that was fine, but to turn me into an errand girl? That was not
good in my mind. But of course I just said "No problem," although I was
fuming.

It was about a 40-minute drive to Thomas' house. The further I got away
from the office, the madder I got. When I got to his house and walked up to
the door, I found a note from Gwen saying she was out by the pool and to
walk around the house. My heels kept sinking into the ground, but I didn't
want to take off my shoes. I saw this as a bit of a test since I was
ordered to always wear heels. Finally I made it to the brick paver path off
the patio and that made my walk easier. Gwen was lounging in a chaise
working on her tan. She was as stunning as I remembered. She had on tiny
bikini bottoms and nothing else. I had not touched her breasts Friday
night, although I had marveled at their size, but seeing her lay down with
her majestic beauties firmly sticking up confirmed my suspicions that they
were augmented. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but in a way I was
jealous. There was very little sway when she walked and she would not have
spent the last six hours teasing her own nipples with no relief like I
have. But I digress.

She was very pleasant and we enjoyed a couple minutes of small talk. It was
then I noticed a muscular young man in running shorts and a tank top
walking down the path toward us. Gwen did not seem concerned that she was
nearly naked although I felt embarrassed by my own revealing clothes. When
he got there he shocked my by saying "Hi mom," as he bent over to kiss her
and in the process squeeze her left boob. I didn't know what to say. As he
stood up, Gwen saved me the trouble of speaking.

"Bruce, meet Susan. Susan, meet Bruce. Susan works at your dad's
firm. Bruce is my step-son."

I held my hand out and said "Nice to meet you." He took my hand in a firm
grip and said it was nice to meet me too. I noticed he was sweating and
smelled masculine.

"I need to grab a shower," he announced as he turned and headed back toward
the house.

"I tell him to run earlier in the morning," Gwen said. "But he likes the
heat."

I just nodded and watched him walk away. Then I heard Gwen snapping her
fingers. I turned to look at her again. She was smirking again. "Want to
fuck him?" she asked. I responded "No," although I certainly did.

"The folder is in the house," she told me. "But you have to do something
for me to get it."

I assumed I would be eating pussy for the second time today. I certainly
didn't mind.

"I want you to slowly take off that skirt and blouse. One at a time, fold
them and then walk over and place them on the table in the gazebo. I want
to watch you walk in those heels."

It was deliciously naughty to strip for this beautiful, dominant woman in
her backyard. Yes it was fairly private, but still the exhilaration to be
playing her game outside excited me. I didn't think she could see me bend
over to lay down my clothes in the gazebo, but like a good slut I still
bent at the waist to do so. First I took off my skirt, and after slowly
walking to the gazebo so Gwen could get a good look at my ass, I returned
and then made a show of taking off my blouse. I slowly unbuttoned it making
sure to give her just a glimpse of my braless boobs at first. Then when it
was fully unbuttoned I teased her a little more by showing her a bit more
of my titties before finally removing the garment all together. Then I made
another slow round trip to the gazebo. I put some wiggle in my walk hoping
to excite her and give her more reasons to want to play with me. As it
turns out, she did have a sexual order for me, but it wasn't with her.

"I want you to go inside and suck Bruce's cock," she told me as if blowing
her step-son was the most natural thing in the world. "His room is the
first on the right up the stairs. He's probably still in the shower. If he
wants to fuck you, you have my blessing as well." She then waved her hand
in a dismissive motion. I knew better than to argue.

At the start of the day I had pictured myself on my knees in front of
several different men, but none were the son of my boss. I still hoped Gwen
would let me go down on her again so maybe this was the task that got me to
that reward. Plus certainly Thomas would find out about this and that could
only help me at the office, or at least so I thought. I began to make my
way back to the house and then quickly upstairs. I assumed Bruce was in on
his step-mom's game and he wouldn't be surprised when a nearly naked
stranger appeared in his bathroom. But I was wrong. He actually seemed
shocked, although he didn't seem apprehensive about standing naked before
me. And why should he? I already described him as muscular and he was
definitely in shape. His cock was on par with his dad's, that is too say,
very properly proportioned, although not so large that I couldn't handle it
with ease. I remember licking my lips before I propositioned him. He
hesitated at first saying something about having a girlfriend. "Really?" I
thought to myself. "A woman throws herself at you and you think of your
girlfriend?" I had to think fast. I went with the shy voiced approach. It
didn't really fit the high heels and stockings image I was portraying, but
what the hell. It might work. I softly said to him, "I'm sorry Bruce,"
trying to sound sincere. "When I saw you all hot and sweaty after your run,
I got turned on. I really want to fuck you, but I'll settle for sucking
your cock. Your girlfriend doesn't need to know. I haven't gotten laid in a
while and I just need some cock. It happens to women."

OK, the content wasn't shy, but I batted my eyes like I was innocent and
tried to make him feel like he would be doing me a favor. I doubt he didn't
see right through me. I don't know how much he knew about his parents'
penchant for submissive women. Certainly he had to notice them even if he
wasn't ever involved and of course he had squeezed Gwen's breast so they
were obviously intimate, but I tried to frame our conversation as just me
being needy for sex, not needy to submit to his step-mother and father. I
looked at me for about fifteen seconds. It was agony for me. He was
dripping wet having turned off his shower and I just wanted to devourer
him. Finally he spoke.

"So you want to blow me here or on my bed?"

On the bed would get me closer to fucking him. If I got him to lie down I
could impale his cock before he could react. But I also needed to get is
cock in my mouth as quickly as I could. My mouth was salivating at the
thought of this young stud taking care of me.

"Just lean against the counter," I told him as I dropped to my knees. He
was tugging on his cock as I moved into position and it was already
stiffening.

He was happy to just let me service him, unlike his dad who definitely
preferred taking control and fucking my face. I alternated between licking,
sucking and stroking him. I could tell this wasn't his first blowjob, but I
didn't get the sense he was very experienced either. But when I am horny
sometimes my sense of deduction gets a little off because soon he was
taking my arm, having me stand and the marching me to his bedroom where he
unceremoniously flipped me onto his bed.

"How do you want me," I asked. "On you back, ankles on my shoulders," he
replied.

That sounded fine to me so I got on my back and lifted my legs as he got
into position. Obviously he had no trouble entering me. He slid right in
right to the hilt. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first, and then
harder. With my legs in this position, his hipbone really couldn't hit my
clit. That was kind of maddening. With the slow tease I had been
experiencing all day, having him fuck me felt good, but it wasn't going to
get me off. Still, I was hardly in a position to complain. I was there for
the ride, or more precisely, to be ridden. And ride me he did. I fully
expected him to cum fairly quickly after I had primed him orally, but he
held out. I got the sense that he was really enjoying himself. And why
wouldn't he?

After giving me a very good screw, he pulled out. At first I thought he was
going to shoot and that I had missed the signs that he was about to
pop. But instead he grabbed my ankles and lowered my legs. Now I figured he
wanted to switch position. Perhaps he was going to do me doggie or fuck my
ass. Again, I was fine with that. But instead he offered me a position I
had never tried. Actually, I had never thought about it, although I had
seen it in movies.

"Get into a reverse pile driver," was his only command. I had to sheepishly
admit I didn't know what that was. As I said, it turns out I had seen it,
but I didn't know it had a name. I ended up basically doing a headstand
with my back against the bed for balance. Bruce then spread my legs until I
was almost doing the splits. I was not comfortable, but I was
intrigued. Finally he pulled me forward to a better angle for him, and then
he sank his cock back into me in a vertical orientation.

I can't say I recommend this position. First, the blood runs to your head
so I can't see lasting very long. Second, it's hard for the guy to really
fuck you like you want to get fucked because the angles are just wrong. But
Bruce obviously enjoyed himself. Maybe it was the feeling of being in a
very dominant position, although I could have show him several others that
would have been to our mutual benefit. Maybe he saw this in a porn and
wanted to feel like a porn star. He was nailing a very willing woman
willing to do anything for him, so I suppose that might not be far from the
truth. Or maybe the position just gave him the right friction on his cock
because within two minutes he pulled out and cum poured down from his
cock. It first hit my belly, but because I was inverted, it rolled down my
torso, over my breasts and onto my neck and chin. It stopped there, but
that didn't stop me from scooping some up and tasting it.

He moved away and I slumped down to the floor. It was at this point that
Gwen walked in. She still was just wearing her tiny bikini swimsuit
bottoms. She walked over to Bruce and ran her hand cover his deflating cock
and saved a taste for herself. She then reached out her hand and took mine
indicating I should follow her. I let her help me up and then followed her
out of his room.

"Bruce is getting better, but he needs to learn to please a woman better,
don't you think?" She asked. I didn't want to put him down in case she was
testing me so I just said, "he was fine."

"Well, I think he needs work. Liz and I are helping him. I'll let him use
you when we have more time and he doesn't have to rush."

"OK," I mumbled.

Gwen led me into the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "I
would love to just lay back and have you eat my pussy for an hour, but you
are messy and need to get back to the office."

I had not considered going back to the office with cum drying on my
chest. I watched as Gwen spread her legs.

"I was thinking about Bruce's cock ever since I sent you in. But he'll be
deflated for a while and I need to cum."

She didn't actually have to ask for me to pleasure her. I joyfully dropped
to my knees again and planted my lips against her labia. I worked her pussy
for several minutes. I'd like to tell you that I did a great job and had
her squirming and moaning. But apparently she was not satisfied with my
efforts.

"Bruce isn't the only one who needs work," she announced. At first I took
that as an invitation to work harder, but she pushed me away and then
scooted to the middle of the king sized bed.

"Be a dear and grab the big vibe out of the top dresser door on your way
out," she told me. I'm sure my look of disappointment was evident, but I
retrieved her toy.

"No cleaning up for you slut. Wear Bruce's cum proudly. Go get your skirt
and blouse. The folder for Thomas is on the kitchen table. I will let
Thomas know when I need you again."

She was very dismissive so I demurely said, "Yes mam," and left the room. I
heard the buzz as she turned on the vibrator. I don't think I ever felt so
used. It was not a good feeling. My naked walk outside back to the cabana
and my clothes was not as exhilarating as it should have been. I felt dirty
(and crusty as the cum had dried) and at that exact moment, I was ready to
quit my job and move on. But as I dressed, I started thinking more about
how I had been used just as a sex slave would and that actually made me
feel better. The walk back to the house in my professional, although skimpy
clothes with a big load of cum dried on my chest like a secret trophy
started to make me feel happy. As I picked up the folder and though about
walking through the office, I wondered if my coworkers would smell the
semen. I wondered if Gwen (or Bruce) would call Thomas and give him a
recap. Or whether James had remotely watched anything. Given his penchant
for secret video, it wouldn't surprise me that he, Thomas and Gwen could
have set something up discretely.

As I walked back past the stairs, I heard Gwen moaning as the vibe did its
dirty work. I really wanted to go back upstairs and finish what I had
started. I wanted to prove to her that I could eat her pussy like a good
sub and make her happy. But I didn't have that invitation. I lingered and
listened as she orgasmed. Bruce came out of his room and came down the
stairs catching me. It was obvious what I was doing. He didn't seem
concerned.

"You can stay if you want. She'll be in there cumming over and over until I
can get it up again and fuck her. Don't worry. You did fine. I'm sure my
dad will promote you."

Bruce really seemed like a nice young man. I was startled how normal he was
treating this situation. Then again, he was raised like this and maybe this
was normal in his house.

"I need to get back to the office. Your dad needs these papers," I said
waving the envelope.

"He forgets a lot. Usually they just call a courier. Mom must have really
liked you from last Friday."

I took that as both a complement and as good news. I moved next to him and
gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You're sweet," I told him. I assume he thought I meant nice, which I did,
but in my subconscious I was thinking about how his cum was tasty and how I
wanted more.

"Maybe next time I see you we will have more time."

I smiled and headed toward the door. Once in my car, I breathed a sigh of
relief. I had survived the test. At least I thought I did. That momentary
relaxation went straight to my pussy and I realized it had not received the
attention it had been demanding. I drove back to the office with my right
hand between my legs. Yes I masturbated, I must confess. Looking back that
was pretty dirty and showed how needy I had become. But I didn't cum. I
knew I didn't have permission yet. And even though I was alone and nobody
would have known, I knew that I would know and I couldn't accept that
failure.

As I result, I walked back into the office with dried cum coating me, a
leaking pussy dampening my thighs and a boss I had to see and tell I just
fucked his son and licked his wife. They definitely don't teach you how to
handle this situation in law school.

Thomas was all business when I delivered the papers he had left at home. I
assume he was busy with an important case so we didn't talk about my
extracurricular activities. In fact, none of the partners mad any advances
toward me the rest of the afternoon. In a perverse way, I felt a bit
rejected and disappointed. I went home and had to sneak by John and jump in
the shower to wash away the evidence of my afternoon. Then, as usual, I had
to play the good wife, although every time he mentioned my scheduled
partner interview for the next day, I thought about getting gangbanged. By
bedtime I was ready to fuck and after giving him a quick blowjob, I climbed
on top of him and rode myself to unauthorized three orgasms.

Tuesday found me confidently striding into the office again wearing
completely inappropriate, yet sexy as hell clothing. I didn't have any
client meetings on the schedule so my skirt was just below my garter snaps
and my heels were high. Today was going to be the culmination of everything
I had worked so hard for, both professionally and sexually. At 10am I was
summoned to the conference room. When I arrived, all four partners were
waiting and I was told to sit at the end of the table. Thomas sat at the
other end opposite of me. Steve and Tony were sitting on the right side, as
I was looking at them, and Jeff and Mike were sitting on the left. I was
confused why Mike was there. I got the sinking feeling that Mike had been
offered the partnership position. Thomas, as managing partner, was the one
to speak first.

"Susan, I want to thank you for going through this rigorous screening
process. Your performance has been exemplary and your reviews from
everyone, except Jeff who didn't get the opportunity for a one-on-one
interview have been top notch. Gwen has also given you high marks, although
officially she is not involved in the decision making process."

I was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the "ButÉ"

Thomas continued. "As you know, we expected to add a single partner at this
time."

"Here it comes," I thought. "They went with the old boy network and picked
Mike."

My mind was starting to reel and I began to seethe with anger over losing
and having to be told in front of Mike. I was mentally preparing my
resignation letter. Thomas continued.

"In the end, we had to look at who would benefit the growth of the firm
more and while your special talents are certainly a positive, we couldn't
see how they would bring more clients to the firm."

I wanted to jump up, tear open my blouse and say "You don't think offering
a prospective client these would help land them?" But I still had some
dignity, even though I didn't feel like I did.

I was ready to strangle Thomas as he began to say those fateful words, "In
the endÉ" My face was burning with rage.

"In the end, we decided you were the best candidate to expand out
reach. Congratulations."

Did I hear that right? The other partners and Mike were clapping. I was
confused, but of course, ecstatic as well. I watched Thomas stand up and
walk around the conference table to shake my hand. As he did, Mike stood up
and also shook my hand. I received congratulations from everyone in a
strange receiving line.

Everyone but Mike then sat back down. He remained near me at the end of the
table as Thomas spoke again.

"Mike understands he did not get the promotion this time, but he is still a
valued asset of the firm. We all agreed, and as our new partner we hope you
will agree as well, that giving him more important cases so he can get more
experience for the next time we open the books will be good for everyone."

"Of course," I replied. "Mike is a tremendous asset."

I was lying through my teeth of course as I really never considered him my
legal equal, but I wasn't about to cross the other partners in my first few
minutes of being one of them. I turned and shook his hand again.

Tony now spoke up. "We would like Mike to take over the Kelner case as you
transition to more important work. After lunch please bring him up to
speed."

"Absolutely, Tony," I replied gleefully. The Kelner case was one of my
least favorites so I was please to get rid of it.

"That's all for now Mike," Thomas said dismissing him. "Meet Susan in her
office about 1pm so you two can get started."

"Thank you for the opportunity," was all Mike said as he left the
conference room.

Steve then told me to lock the door. I did, but when I turned back to the
table and went to sit down, Steve held up his hand and spoke.

"You got the promotion on your merits, but your intangibles are important
too. Jeff has not had the pleasure of your special talents. So crawl under
the table and give him a demonstration."

I certainly had expected this, although in truth the manner still seemed
crude. But I just smiled. "Of course Steve," I said. "I am always happy to
help out the team."

I couldn't see the look on Jeff's face as I unzipped his pants. I like to
think he was shocked. I wanted to believe he probably thought the other
partners were kidding when they told him that part of my job description
was to be their personal sex toy. Then again, if he had seen any of the
secret footage Dean had recorded of me, it would hardly be a surprise. It
didn't really matter at that point. I gave him a few strokes to get him
hard.

Slurping him down while kneeling under the table was a new experience. The
partners continued with their regular meeting to discuss the status of the
current cases while I lavished praise on Jeff's manhood. I was trying to
listen to the conversation as best I could, as I was now partially
responsible for the direction of the firm. But it was hard, so to
speak. The tabletop muffled the sounds and I've never been particularly
quiet while sucking a cock. Luckily for me, Jeff must have either been
excited for a quick shooter as he filled my mouth after only three or four
minutes. I gave his cock and balls a quick tongue bath to clean him off and
tucked him back away. It was then I felt a foot tapping on my foot. It was
a challenge to turn around under the table, but not surprisingly I saw
Steve pointing toward his crotch.  Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Steve took much longer to cum. That didn't surprise me. Nor did it surprise
me that I felt Tony's hand on my head tugging me over toward him. Blowing
three men under the conference table had my pussy on fire. The fact that
they were conducting business while I did it only heightened the nastiness
of the situation inflaming my passion even more. After Tony shot load three
into my belly, I turned toward Thomas. I could tell he had a hard-on, but
it didn't give any indication I should relieve him. Instead he told me to
come out from under the table. As I did, I made sure the guys saw me lick
my lips as if to say thank you. I figured the meeting was over, but it
wasn't quite done. Thomas first said, "We have a special plan to discuss
with you." That was intriguing. Then he said, "Remove your skirt and blouse
and get up on the table."

I had expected to be exposed at some point so this was not a shock. And
given my aroused state from giving the blowjobs, I was happy to discover
what Thomas had planned. I thought back to Tawny Kitaen and how she
seductively crawled in her Whitesnake videos. I'm sure I didn't look as
enticing as her, but I did my best to work it as I crawled the length of
the long conference table. I'm sure my ass looked great as the bent over
position certainly tightened it up. What guy wouldn't like a nearly naked
woman crawling to him?

When I reached the end of the table I smiled at Thomas. He told me to lie
down on my back, but to keep my heels on the table with my knees bent
upward with my pussy facing the partners. I was more intrigued by his plans
and immediately complied. Once I was in position, he stood up. He was now
towering over me. He first unzipped his pants and fished out his stiffening
cock. He then reached forward and grabbed my shoulders sliding me toward
him until my head dropped over the edge of the table and my neck
bent. Inverted, my mouth was at the perfect height to slide his cock deep
into me. My position also left my nipples unprotected to his fingers.

"Gentlemen, see how positively she reacts to nipple stimulation and having
the man be the aggressor. Gwen tells me she is a natural submissive and we
will be well rewarded by treating her as such."

Thomas had been slowly fucking my mouth and just toying with my
nipples. That caused me to mew most appreciatively. But after he stopped
talking, he pinched my nipples firmly and began fucking my mouth as if it
was my pussy. Of course that made me gush with excitement and moan. Then he
slowed down again.

"You can use her as you wish," he instructed my fellow partners, "but if
you have the time to tease her, you will enjoy the result as she cums like
a volcano."

He emphasized that statement by lightly teasing my nipples again and
holding his cockhead just out of reach of my lips making me strain to try
and reach him.

"She loves getting fucked up that ass and you can shoot there, on her face,
on her tits, in her mouth or wherever you want. Just don't mess her up too
badly before a client meeting or court. We still need her to look
professional when necessary."

As he said that he began twisting my nipples and fucking my face
again. Apparently this was one of the times he didn't want me looking
professional. When he had enough fun with my mouth, he popped his cock out
and spun me around while ordering me to bend of the table. My needy pussy
urged me to comply and soon his cock was deep inside of me. I threw my head
back and moaned throatily. Steve, Jim and Tony all had looks of approval as
Thomas began to fuck me, but soon I lost track of them even being there as
I focused on the pleasure I was receiving from the cock pounding me from
behind. Minutes later, unfortunately before I could orgasm myself, I felt a
tap on my ass and a "Get on your knees," command.

I made a mental note to practice my pornstar floor drop as I just barely
made it down in front of Thomas' cock before he sprayed his cum into my
face and onto my boobs. It was hot, sticky and wonderful. I knew instantly
that I had made the right choice to pursue this position. I remained
kneeling as Thomas took 30 seconds or so to recover before he ordered me
back onto the table, again on my back. I definitely looked like a well-used
slut covered in Thomas' cum.  This time I was ordered to keep my knees down
and to spread my legs.

It was a pleasure to hear Thomas command me to masturbate. I needed
desperately to cum and I certainly didn't care at that point how many
people watched. I would have done it at the front reception desk if it
meant earning my orgasm. Thomas continued talking business, but I really
didn't hear anything. I was focused on my pleasure. Later I thought I
remembered him saying they had a wonderful new opportunity for me, but in
the moment, my fingers dancing on my clit was all that mattered.

I do remember hearing the partners clap for the second time as I climaxed.
I also remember them standing and leaving the room with me splayed on the
table, naked, covered in the boss' cum and worn out from my orgasm. At
least they shut the door. It was a few minutes until I could recover and
dress. I was lucky nobody at the conference room booked for that time. Liz
has seen to that. Actually I was surprised James didn't arrive to either
congratulate me or use me since I'm sure Liz kept him informed of the
partner's plans.

At 12:45 I got an email from Thomas saying I should suck of Mike as a way
to show him there were no hard feeling for him coming in second. I wasn't
quite sure how to phrase that. The email also said to come to Thomas'
office at 4:30 to discuss a great new opportunity. Looking at the email
header I saw that Steve, Jeff, Tony and Liz were also CC:ed so I assumed
they would be there as well. I guess my interview fantasy gangbang had just
been postponed a few hours. I felt myself lubricating at the thought. I
then started thinking about Mike's cock.