Barb turned her chair away from her desk once again to face Daniel. She was working on her clipboard, totaling her inventory counts. She sat with clipboard and pen adding up the rows of numbers. When she looked up she noticed that Daniel had shifted his position. He was now sitting farther back and more upright on the chair. He also had his hands wedged between his knees blocking most of his body from view.
"Move your hands!" Barb barked, "No covering up, keep them beside you or I'll make you put them back on your head."
Daniel quickly moved his arms out of the way and let them hang on either side of the chair revealing his cum covered chest and belly. He was sitting upright with his knees together which meant his balls and most of his cock were partially concealed between his legs.
"Open your legs!" Barb ordered, "Wider...wider..."
He opened his legs as instructed at first a couple of inches and finally he had his legs as far apart as possible each thigh and knee extending out off the sides of the chair. His cock was still semi hard and hung straight down in front of his balls which sat on the seat of the chair surrounded by the folds of skin of his scrotum.
"Good," Barb said, "now slide forward... more..."
Daniel slid his butt forward until Barb told him to stop, he was at the front edge of the chair so far forward that his cock and balls hung down in front of the chair. He held this position while Barb finished up with her clipboard.
"Now, there are going to be a bunch of new rules starting today, more will follow whenever I see a need. Understand?" Barb explained.
"Yes," Daniel said.
"I didn't hear that?", Barb said.
"Yes", Daniel said much louder.
"First rule, you will be the last employee here every night, no matter what, you are usually here until the end anyway. You need to have my permission to leave. Got it?" Barb said in her no-nonsense tone.
"Yes," Daniel said, thinking that this would make little difference to his regular routine.
"Good. Open your bag," Barb said.
Daniel opened his backpack undoing the drawstrings.
"Hand it to me, then back in position," Barb ordered.
Daniel leaned across and held the open backpack out for Barb to take then returned to the deeply slouched, widely spread position he had been placed in. Barb took the pack from him and set it on her lap peering down inside the bag.
"Enjoy, bitch," Daniel thought to himself, "just dirty shoes and sweaty clothes in there."
Barb put her hand into the bag and ripped out his t-shirt and his serving shirt, throwing them onto the floor. She reached in again and this time pulled out Daniel's boxer shorts.
"Here we are," Barb said, throwing the pack to the floor. "Okay if I keep these?"
"Yeah," Daniel said.
"Thanks," Barb said.
Barb then picked up Daniel's cargo shorts from the side of her desk and began feeling around for something. She put her hand into a pocket and pulled out Daniel's cellphone and held it in front of her, she hit it with her thumb and then said, "Code?"
