This story is part of the Performance Appraisal series. Earlier stories in the series explain how we get here...
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You wake up to your phone ringing and grope around on the nightstand for it. 2.17am says the illuminated display. You don't recognise the number, but people don't call for no reason at this time of night so you answer.
"Ah ha! He's awake!" You recognise the voice instantly. Your CEO. For several weeks now you've been going to her office on command to lick her asshole. You've accepted your role, and even come to enjoy it. It also fuels your wife's fantasies and your sex life has begun to revolve around it.
"You need to come over here. Right now." She's slurring slightly. "There's a cab on its way to your house. Get in it. It'll bring you to the hotel. It's a nice hotel. Room 2617. And don't get changed. Come as you are." She hangs up.
You hear a car pull up in the street below as your wife asks you what's happening. "It's the CEO," you say. "I have to go."
"Why?" she asks sleepily.
"I don't know," you reply. "I'll be back soon, I guess."
"Well if it's for you-know-what I'll want to hear all the details." She rolls over and closes her eyes.
Sitting in the back of the cab in your boxers and one of the old t-shirts you sleep in your mind races. You've never had a call like this, but there can only be one reason for it. You're still wondering what will be waiting for you when the cab pulls up outside a plush, downtown hotel.
You walk sheepishly past the night clerk on the reception desk and catch the elevator to the 23rd floor. The doors open and you step out, looking for a sign to tell you which way to turn for her room. You see it and turn left. The carpet feels scratchy on your bare feet as you walk along the quiet corridor until you find the right room number. You pause a moment and take a breath. You know what to expect, but at the same you don't know what to expect. Why has she summoned you here? In the middle of the night? You knock.
"Come in," you hear a familiar voice say and you notice now that the door is ajar, resting on the latch. You push it open. It's heavy and takes some effort. You walk into the room and let the door close behind you.
The room is nice. Nicer than any hotel room you and your wife have ever stayed in. It's spacious, with a king size bed not even coming close to filling the space. The carpet is deep and soft. By the window on the far wall are two easy chairs with a table between them. There's a champagne bottle and two glasses on the table. In one chair sits your CEO. She's wearing a dress, red, that leaves one shoulder bare and hugs her breasts closely. High heels as always.
In the other chair is a woman you don't recognise. Her blouse is tight across large breasts - much larger than your boss's. But then she's a larger lady than the CEO. Her short skirt has ridden up her ample thighs as she sits in the chair, looking at you.
"Ah, it's my little ass licker. Welcome. Come closer." You walk towards the chairs, feeling uncomfortable. Over the past few weeks you've started enjoying what you do with her. But it's only ever been with the CEO by herself. Someone else being here throws you off. Even so, you feel your penis beginning to slowly grow. Even being in her presence now gets you excited. You stop a few feet in front of the two women.
"My god. Is that what you wear in bed?" the CEO says. "Take them off. Let Bec get a look at you. Oh yes, this is Bec," she waves a hand towards the other woman. "Bec is - hopefully," she grins at Bec, "going to become a major customer of the firm. She flew in from England - England! - yesterday and we've been seeing the sights. Haven't we, Bec?" Your boss is talking a bit too loudly.
"We have been definitely seeing the sights!" Bec grins. Her accent sounds just like they do in the movies. "And now Cynthia tells me I should see your sights," she says to you. "Take them off!"
You pull your boxers down and lift off your t-shirt. You're embarrassed by how gross it is. There are small holes in it here and there. A couple of stains. You feel like you don't belong in a fancy room like this.
You're naked now, pudgy stomach and pale hairy legs on display to these two women. The excitement you felt a moment ago has gone, and you've shrunk back down. You try not to meet their gazes.
"Not much to look at, is it?" Bec says and then bursts out laughing. She's loud too, and slurring slightly.