Jim decided to keep the video of Pam and him private, but he couldn't resist showing the one guy he trusted at the office the video of Pam and Michael, so he gave a copy to Darryl. Darryl couldn't believe what he saw and was soon sending Roy out on an errand so he could call the entire warehouse into his office to replay the video. The warehouse guys left the office with an intensified desire to take the receptionist from upstairs.
Jim went back upstairs and the rest of the warehouse went back to work. Darryl was incredibly turned on by the video and his thoughts were unable to tear themselves from the single desire to invade some part of Pam Beesley with his cock. He remembered a detail hidden in his subconscious, and he checked his watch. It was nearly lunch and Pam would be going out to her car to get her packed lunch. Roy tended to go out with the guys. Darryl had an idea but he needed their respective lunch routines to remain the same. He went out to the parking lot to wait and see.
Upstairs, unaware to all that had just happened downstairs in the warehouse office, Pam readied her purse and looked again at Jim to try and make eye contact. She had been trying to playfully go on with their daily routine but since their encounter yesterday Jim hadn't spoken to her and was acting unusual, as if he were giving her the cold shoulder.
Pam sighed to herself and she turned to get up. She couldn't suppress the feeling of anxiety that had invaded her thoughts ever since she woke up this morning. She worried about the tape with her and Michael, she was now starting to worry that something was wrong with Jim. She got in the elevator and went downstairs and outside to the parking lot.
"I've got an idea for that..." a mockingly girlish voice taunted Pam from her right side.
Pam looked over and saw that someone had ducked behind the last truck in the parking lot. She turned instantly deep red and stood shocked and disbelieving that someone could have found out such a secret. The mystery voice mocked her again with laughter that sounded very familiar and Pam walked over quickly to confirm her suspicions.
"Darryl." Pam tried to say confidently and cheerfully. "Was that you calling at me?" Pam asked nonchalantly .
Darryl laughed at her again and bit his lip as he eyed her up and down, taking his time and not trying to hide his intentions. Pam shifted nervously under his gaze.
"I saw how you motivated Michael and..." Darryl stated but Pam's thoughts were interrupted. Jim! That bastard had another copy of the tape and he was showing it to guys in the office. Her nightmare was slowly unfolding in front of her. "...so could you help me get motivated to get those orders out?" Pam heard Darryl say as the sound faded back into her consciousness.
"I, I-I don't know what--," Pam couldn't find the right words. Just a week ago she was the receptionist who turned away all advances. She purposely had worn conservative clothes to understate her wonderful, young body and it had somewhat worked. Kevin and others like Creed and even Stanley and Ryan made off color remarks or half-ass passes at her at some point. She had been disgusted by all of them and had let them know it with one of her usual looks of pure disdain.
"Look, I don't have any cameras out here and I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them," Darryl said. "Come on get in my truck."
He opened the door for her and then walked around to the other side. Pam couldn't believe she was considering doing this. She was about to go and suck her fiancé's boss off. Pam felt like a complete whore but she was also afraid to admit that she was getting turned on at the thought of being used in the parking lot. She hadn't done anything like this since she was a freshman at her first high school. Pam had gone off with two senior boys and gave them head one by one in one of their cars. The story had got around and Pam had to change schools to try and salvage her reputation.
She didn't have that opportunity this time, she realized nervously and she stepped up into the truck where Darryl was waiting. He was eyeing her hungrily and rubbing his hands together. Pam wasn't attracted to Darryl really, but he wasn't terrible to look at, she thought. She didn't notice at first but Darryl had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His semi-rigid cock was laying out on his pants.
He saw Pam notice his cock and it twitched upwards in anticipation. He looked over at her and smirked as he leaned back to let Pam settle onto the bench seat under his arm. His hand instantly moved to grope her chest as she reached down and lightly grabbed his cock. She ran her hand all over the slowly stiffening rod and soon her pace increased and it wasn't long before she was working a rock hard member as she got onto all fours on the bench seat of the pickup.
Darryl ran his hands over any part of the beautiful receptionist he could reach and groped her chest by reaching inside her sweater to free her hanging breasts. Pam's head dipped down and teased the head of Darryl's cock, sucking and failing to act like an inexperienced girl, unwilling to go any further down his cock.
Darryl's hand was soon on the back of Pam's head. She tried to hold her ground but Darryl was forcing her head down further and further each time. Her pretty mouth was now slobbering up and down Darryl's cock. She was gagging like a whore as Darryl's head repeatedly tried to force it way into Pam's tight throat, the sloppy noises filling the silence of the car.
Darryl's head was back in ecstasy as he continually pumped Pam's head down onto his cock. Her warm inviting mouth was bringing him closer and closer to release. He brought his head back down and almost jumped in alarm. Roy's car was pulling back into the lot, back from lunch. Darryl relaxed quickly when they parked on the other side and somewhat far away.
It didn't take him long to return to his state of bliss because Pam hadn't missed a beat and was still sucking him fervently. Darryl smiled to himself as he thought about what he was doing to. The breach of code among men was enticing and Darryl stared at his friend as he walked into the building, the man's soon to be wife working his cock not fifty yards from him.
It was too much, his hand found the back of her head again and he shoved it down hard as he began to spasm and jerk. There was no place for his cum to go but down her throat and she struggled to keep up with the bursts of warm fluid entering her mouth. He shook violently for a few more seconds and then slowly his muscles relaxed and the hand came off the back of Pam's head. She popped up, wiping her mouth like a bad cliché and leaned back in her seat to face Darryl, who was reorganizing himself and zipping up.
As Pam buttoned her shirt, she asked "Can you please not tell anyone Darryl? I've always thought you were kind of cute so I don't have a problem with you and Jim knowing but I wouldn't want the rest of the office to know." Pam finished the request basically pleading in a flirty way. But it seemed to work and Darryl agreed and even kissed her on the cheek on the way out, which oddly boosted her spirits.
She let Darryl go in first and then she separately went upstairs and was focused on finding Jim and beating the crap out of him. She made it inside and Jim was nowhere to be found. Pam guessed that he was still at lunch and she sat down at her desk to stew and come up with ideas about how to get Jim back for all of this.
Pam was kind of daydreaming sitting idly at her desk. Michael was in New York, which meant she only had to answer phones all day. She was staring off into space thinking about trapping Jim nude in the warehouse somehow when she was snapped back to reality by the door closing.
She looked up to see Jim smiling devilishly at her and she angrily gestured at him to come close.
