031 Just Hang'n on a Friday night with My Guys. Pt 1
The next day there was the expected tense meetings about the previous days crisis. I finally got the mahogany row crew to understand that all is under control, 94% complete with the temporary solution, and none of the data was stored anywhere but on the customers hardware. Shortly after that I got a visit from someone in the HR department to discuss proper attire while at work.
I explained that I had a "wardrobe malfunction" and in no way would I ever come to work in a fashion unbecoming. As my office is in a very secure area the trash doesn't get emptied as I specifically requested maintenance staff be taken off the door so that their badges wouldn't unlock the magnetic lock. I reached over in the trash can and pulled out my bra that failed.
As I pulled it out and showed it to the lady from HR she seemed a bit startled, her eyes popped open wide and her head jolted back just a little. Laying the bra on my desk with the cups standing up and looking like they would cover beach balls, which they actually are bigger than beach balls, I showed her the torn stitching on the shoulder strap, and the hooks that were torn out of the chest strap. I also noticed that the stitching that held the cups to the chest strap was also partially ripped out.
I apologized for not having a spare bra handy, and politely asked if she carried a spare. I continued that it was a cheaper bra as normally mine are $250 or more each. As she kept looking down at the bra in front of her with an amazed look on her face she said that she wasn't aware of the cost to me for these garments. I left it there for a bit of shock value.
Satisfied that yesterday was really unintentional she thanked me for my time. Then she asked if she could ask a question off the record. I said sure.
"Why did you get implants so incredibly large?"
"In short right after my divorce I was emotional and upset. I made an appointment with my Dr. for that afternoon and said that I wanted to have implants as I was going to be happy with the next size increase." I briefly explained my fascination with big breasts, my natural less than an A cup genetics, the expanders, and the skin cream for elasticity.
"Oh I didn't know that there was so much history and emotion behind all this."
I continued, "So I was at my Dr's office the afternoon that I signed the divorce documents, and in surgery 9 days later. In the week before I was distraught, lost, scared, and angry. I festered in all these emotions all week, and drank to excess several times. Luckily I was able to stop the drinking 3 days before the surgery as instructed, this gave me more time to stew about my whole situation. On my surgery day I told the Dr that I wanted implants as big as was medically safe. As I knew through research that sometimes they can cause health issues."
"So you weren't in the best frame of mind then?"
"Absolutely not. I was expecting to wake up to a DDD or E cup at most, definitely not these monstrosities. When I woke up it felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest. I asked about the weight. My Dr said that because I actually followed his instructions on the skin cream that my skin elasticity was far above the normal patient that doesn't follow his instructions."
She was looking at me with amazement and with that look a child gets, being told a story when they are very young. I continued.
"As you requested as large as medically safe I was able to be very aggressive with the volume of the implants." the Dr continued.
"As I cleared up I turned my head from the side of the bed where he was standing to my chest to see what he was able to do. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't see my feet. Then it dawned on me that it was my breasts that were in the way even tightly compressed with a surgical bra. I wasn't sure what to think but it was a bit late by then to change it. There were a lot of life changes that these have caused and I have had to make a lot of changes. Initially I hated them, but grew to love them in a few months. I used to try and hide them but it's just not possible so I stopped trying and bought the correct sized bras and as close to standard business attire as I can, which isn't easy."
"Wow! That's quite a story. As a woman I can understand how much breasts are a part of your self image and how that effects how you feel about yourself. But don't you feel awkward in social situations?"
"I used to but when I accepted that they are what they are I don't let it bother me anymore. Sometimes it can be a bit awkward and hurtful when other women sneer or look at me in disgust. But the benefits socially out weigh the negatives. I spent my whole life being practically ignored by boys in high school and all other facets of my life. Even when I did get married he hardly paid any attention to me thus it was a very dry marriage. I knew changing my appearance would turn all this around. I had extensive work done on my face also, as I was extremely homely looking and plain like a paper plate."
"Don't you get way more attention to the point it's overwhelming?"
"I do constantly, I've also accepted that as a byproduct of how I look now. But the majority of it is very confidence building and has improved my self image more than I could imagine. In short I'm finally happy and confident now. Despite the negatives in everyday life and socially. I know I will most likely never be promoted beyond my current status because of these being so outside the realm of normal and professionally acceptable, and I'm ok with that."
"I understand now, thank you. Do you mind if I tell your story to the other women in my department as they aren't aware of your history and have a view of you that's on the negative side. Besides I think there's a lot of jealousy as well, because of how you look over all and the fact that you're just beautiful."
"Well thank you for the compliment. Sure you can tell them, it will be nice that at least they know the history and don't think of me as just a plastic bimbo." I said with a smile.
With that I went back to my normal day. Well sort of. As I worked handling all the logistics so my tech crew could do their jobs with as little annoyance as possible I kept glancing out the windows onto the data-center floor. I kept looking to see if the new guy was maybe walking by. I could feel my vagina tingle at the thought of trying to get a look as his crotch and trying to figure out which pant leg he hides that love sausage in.
I finally dawned on me that I was still calling him the new guy. I still hadn't found out not only his name but why he suddenly appeared on one of the teams I manage without my knowing it. Normally I'm very involved in the whole hiring procedure and I give the final interview. I searched through my email for something from HR, nothing, security, nothing.
Perplexed I thought for a minute. I searched for something from Stan. Sure enough, found it. I read the email. It turned out that Stan had a buddy from college whos kid was trying to get started in IT so he did him a favor, created a job opening, fast tracked his paperwork and dropped him in my lap. Although I wouldn't mind being on his lap, I thought to myself.
Ok so this kid with the dong that practically drug the floor when he walked, ok that's an over exaggeration but it's where my mind went for a second or 30, was the son of my CEO's buddy. I guess the good ole boy system only works for those that are already hooked up. Oh ya, as a side note the kids name is Brandon. I found it ironic as hell that he had the same name as my ex-husband, as my ex had what is medically classified as a Micro Penis. Consequently over the course of our 15 year sexually dry marriage I'd basically never been penetrated and my OBGYN said that I looked like I was still a virgin at the age of 34. Now there was a kid working for me with the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Well seen through clothing but still.
As the day went on I couldn't get the image out of my head of him in the parking lot. I did see him down on the floor following Randy around as he was being shown the networks and oriented. Most of the time he was walking away when I happened to look out the windows. The few times I could see his crotch it was a bigger bulge than the other guys, but not obtrusively so. Which I found interesting. What I found more interesting is that I couldn't see his cock rattling around in either of his pant legs.
Still I was in a state of arousal all damn day, it's wasn't strong but more mild, the problem though was that it was persistent. I remembered the small 2" vibrator that I kept tucked away in a zipper pocked inside my purse. I grabbed it and headed to the womens room down the hallway.
Walking in there were 2-3 other women there and 2 were in stalls. I went to an empty stall, wiped off the seat as I always did, and sat down. I know that people will watch the shadows on the floor of the person in the stall next to them so I never masturbated with anyone else around. If I did they would know it was me because my breasts were very obvious in the shadow that was cast on the floor. I don't know why they have lights directly above the stalls but they do. As I sat there patiently and quietly I heard the person in the stall next to me exhale in one of those audible and slightly forced ways when they are offended or the like. So I knew it was because she could see the floor under my stall and the shadow of my breasts sticking out on either side of my body and the toilet.
She flushed, got up and slammed the stall door. She didn't just open it and walk away like most everyone else does, no she intentionally slammed it hard enough to shake the entire row of suspended walls and doors, as they were all connected together.
This startled me and made me jump, dropping my phone. Luckily it fell in my panties that were around my ankles and didn't hit the floor.
Jesus bitch, jealous much?! I thought to myself, struggling to not yell it at her. She left and I was calming down after being mad about that. Well I wasn't tingly any more after being mad. I thought about that. Should I try to masturbate anyway, will he help or if I don't will I just go back to my desk and get horny all over again? I knew Brandon would be walking around and I'd uncontrollably stare at him.
I figured I'd try to masturbate and see if I would have at least a small orgasm to help relieve the tension in my pussy. I started to massage my clit while I pressed the button on the end of the vibrator to turn it on. It started vibrating on low, so it was quiet thank God, and switched to it on my clit. I had just started to get a slight bit of wetness and it stopped. Well this snapped me back to reality. Looking at it, there was the tiny light on the end flashing red. Shit I'd not recharged it!
Ok now I was slightly worse off than before I even left my office.
I just love it when I try to fix something and end up making it worse.
