This is a sequel to Performance Appraisal and Your Confession. Those stories explain how this one comes about but it can probably be enjoyed on its own, too.
You're sweating as you step out of the elevator on to the executive floor. You've been anticipating this meeting all day with a mixture of dread and... arousal? You're not sure how you feel. You cross the foyer to the CEO'S office and smile awkwardly at Tiffany, her assistant. Tiffany smirks back at you, her dark hair perfectly shaped into a bob, her make-up immaculate. "Go on in, she's expecting you," Tiffany says.
You knock on the door and hear a terse, "Come in," from the other side. You take a breath then enter the room, closing the door behind you. The CEO is sitting behind a desk opposite you, looking intently at her monitor and tapping deftly at her keyboard. She doesn't look up as you come in.
"I'm here for our meeting. To sign the paperwork for the raise," you say, your voice wavering slightly. It's not just that your CEO can be an intimidating woman. It's that yesterday she made you masturbate in front of her right in this office. And then when you confessed to your wife what had happened, she got turned on and started masturbating herself. It's been a helluva 24 hours and you're finding it hard to keep your head straight.
"Yes. I have it ready to go," the CEO says looking up at you. "I think you'll find the amount acceptable. Just wait, though - I need to finish this before the Tokyo office opens. In the meantime, take your pants off. And your boxers." She turns her attention back to the screen and starts typing again.
You were expecting this, after what happened last time. But you still hesitate. It can't be normal, what you did yesterday. It can't be right, what she wants you to do now. But you need that raise. And she made clear yesterday that she has the power in this situation. And you have none. And your wife... didn't mind? But still, it's just wrong. Maybe you can leave. Take a stand. Walk out with your dignity intact. Show her that there's a line you won't cross.
Without looking up she says, "I can change my mind about this. If you're not capable of performing as required. If you're not the type of employee I need in this company."
You cave. Meekly you undo your belt and your zipper and let you pants fall to the floor around your ankles. You pull down your boxers shorts. She still hasn't looked up. You notice how cold the air-conditioning is, and feel your testicles start to shrink up into your body. You glance down. Your penis is shriveled and small. You stand, looking down at the floor, for what seems like ages. You feel ashamed. Powerless.
Finally she seems to finish what she's doing and looks up at you. She seems disappointed by what she sees. "We have the same problem as last time, do we? Not getting hard for me? Well let's see what I can do about that."
She reaches under her desk and rummages for a moment before tossing something at you. You go to catch it and in your nervousness fumble it. You look at what you have in your hands. It's a ball of black, damp fabric. It takes you a moment to realise it's a pair of panties.
"I did a workout this morning. A hard one," the CEO says. "While you were snoring next to your wife I was up at the crack of dawn busting my ass. I worked up quite a sweat. As you can see my panties were soaked, so I chucked them in my gym bag when I was done. Take a good smell of them. Go on, let's see if the smell of my sweaty panties gets you hard."
You hesitate again. Yesterday was bizarre enough but this? This takes the cake.
"What's the matter?" she demands impatiently. "You don't find my sweat-soaked gym panties sexy? You're not prepared to do what your told? That's not what I need in this company, someone who doesn't follow instructions."
Then suddenly, something clicks in your brain. Yes, this is perverted, this is wrong. Yes, this shouldn't be happening. But none of this is your fault. If you just do what you're told, if you submit, you don't have to worry. You can let her make the call about what's right and wrong. Let her decide what you should and shouldn't do. And you remember your wife, having an orgasm and calling out as you tell her about how you submitted at your last encounter. You give in.
Unscrunching the balled up panties you see that they're a thong. The fabric feels smooth and soft. And damp. You can smell them already, a sharp yet musty smell. You hold them to your face. And then breathe in deeply through you nose. The scent is strong. You breathe in again, deeper, eyes closed and imagining the fabric fitting tightly to the ass of the woman here in front of you. You feel your penis begin to stir.
