CHAPTER 3: GETTING NOTICED
The months passed like a blur. It was a rush of learning and growing in the job, finding new connections in the business beyond the walls of the office and the building. I continued to dedicate myself to the job performance but that really was all I knew. And, I continued to be flexible and willing to experiment when it came to sex in the office.
My first and second month evaluations turned out to be breezes. Sara sat me down in a conference room on the 5th floor and we talked. The time I spent early or late to make sure my tasks and assignments were always on schedule no matter how much distraction and time was created by the sexual elements of the job was noted. That, of course, complicated schedules as I became a favorite, especially among those with an interest or curiosity about anal or double penetration or tormenting me with various vaginal and anal vibrators. It was thought to be an aberration, though.
The third month evaluation was the one that rocked me... in a positive way, thankfully. Sara and I met in the conference room, again. Sara was wearing her thigh-high stockings and heels, both black. I, of course, was completely naked, not even jewelry. We were meeting the day before my three month anniversary. I asked why and she said the probationary period would end with a meeting above Sara, usually with Ms. Benson, our Director.
"I don't know what more I can say, Abby," Sara eventually exclaimed. "A new employee in the group just shouldn't preform at this level. I normally find at least several items to discuss on performance of the job, interoffice relations, phone etiquette, team work... any number of things. I've scoured the schedules and talked with people inside and outside the office you've worked with and I'm at a loss. I can't find a single concern expressed or indicated by anyone and I can generally tell when people are covering for someone. That said, then, I want to caution you not to get a big head." She paused, seemed to consider her next words, then looked at me deadly serious. "Abby, I've paid attention. I know there are days when you are requested for some form of sex that has totaled to three or four hours in a single day. I also know, we have trackers on the ID cards that tell us when the card comes and goes through those door, that those days you work late and come in early, presumably to stay on schedule. I've also noticed that you've assisted others with work when they haven't had the same excuse."
"Teamwork, ma'am."
"Teamwork... yes. And, I... we... appreciate that attitude, Abby. But... I don't want that effort from you to be a cause of burning you out. You're going to do good things here, I'm certain of it, but not if you get burned out and want to leave." She gazed at me intently. This was a point she wanted me to take to heart so I nodded my understanding. "I understand it can be hard when you have a personality like yours that wants to help others and share but sometimes that isn't helping the other person if they aren't pulling their weight." She was right. It wasn't easy. Eagerly providing assistance to others was always something that came automatically to me. "You are a very popular young woman, Abby. Your body is all sex and your face is all youthful sweetness. A devastating combination for the rest of us. The fact that you are as willing to pleasure a woman or man with the same enthusiasm adds to your popularity and demand. Which reminds me... as you know, I also survey the office on the sexual relationships. It is not a surprise when someone out there finds a person they aren't as interested in being with or they just are not in the mood at times. To be crude, a woman might sometimes be so passive as to seem like a cum-dump, a hole to fuck. Sometimes, the mood just isn't there." She smiled and I understood. "I have not found a single person making that comment about you. Your enthusiasm and energy is constant. Abby, you just make everyone feel like they are important to you. I should have known, I should have seen it coming. That gang bang on your first day should have warned me. But, you've handled the time problem at your expense."
I leaned forward and caught her eyes drop as my breasts pressed into the edge of the table. "Ma'am, thank you, but I just love my job. The people in the office are great. And, I really can't believe it myself, but my appetite for sex and experimentation hasn't found a boundary."
The next day I was called into Ms. Benson's office. She was dressed in what I considered her uniform. If mine was currently nothing, hers seemed to be heels, stockings of some kind, and a shelf or open bra. After her review of the evaluation Sara had prepared, she explained that the evaluation would be kicked up to Mr. Peterson. Normally, the third month evaluation would stop at her but an evaluation that finds no fault would be questioned. Before we ended, I asked her something off topic.
"Ma'am, why aren't managers given the freedom to wear something extra?" She looked at me puzzled. "Well, they are managers over a number of people, yet they wear just as little as the rest of us. For you, ma'am, wearing some form of exposing bra separates you from the rest and I don't mean to minimize your position but there are so few women in management roles here. It seems the managers would benefit from the distinction, too."
A couple hours later, I was called into Mr. Peterson's office. Mary looked at me concerned but I shrugged and marched to his office to find Ms. Benson sitting there, too. I took the other visitor's chair. Even after three months this situation still hit me. Sitting naked before a clothed man with his authority. It was instantly arousing. We talked for a few minutes with him asking similar questions and making similar comments I had received from both Sara and Ms. Benson. Then, it seemed he gave up on the pretense.
"Who are we kidding? None of us are surprised by this evaluation, Abby. It may only be three months but we all feel like we know this kind of performance is who you are." He looked at Ms. Benson, then at me. "You understand, though, the expectation that puts on you? We don't expect this to be a one-time deal. This is what we'll be expecting from you."
I nodded. "It is what I expect from myself, sir." He nodded and smiled. He threw his signature at the bottom and slid it over to Ms. Benson.
Then, it was still. It was quiet but there was an expectancy in the room that wasn't spoken. I stood and broke the silence. "Sir... ma'am... I feel like I've learned so much in a short time. I never expected to find such a fulfilling and challenging job AND such a stimulating working environment. I really want to thank you both for the privilege of working here."
My Vice President looked at my Director and smiled. "She does have a way about her, doesn't she? Suppose there's a way she can properly thank us?"
The smile that formed on Ms. Benson's mouth was lusty. Mr. Peterson cleared off a portion of his desk as Ms. Benson stood and sat on the edge of the desk and scooted further onto the desk as Mr. Peterson rose to come around. There was no question in my mind how they were intending me to show my expressed thanks. Mr. Peterson open his drawer and pulled out the tube of lubrication he now kept at the ready for me.
I met his eyes as he came around. The smile I gave him was honest and personal. I sank to my knees and began undoing his belt and slacks. As soon as I exposed his cock, I engulfed it with my mouth. I pulled off it and licked down the side. As I did, I found Ms. Benson propped on her elbow watching with a lusty look as one hand fondled her own breast exposed by the shelf bra and the other stroking her pussy. I returned my full attention to Mr. Peterson's cock, kissing and licking up the other side until my lips again were on his cock head. I took it back into my mouth as my hands stroked the remaining exposed cock and his balls. I sucked and licked, then pushed my mouth down further over his cock. I had all of it in my mouth to my throat, then into my throat. That's another little thing I've learned and perfected in the last months.
He was hard. Very hard. I looked up at him along his body and he handed me the lubrication with a knowing smile. It was part of our thing. The only times he fucked me was anal and it was at least once a week. I sucked him hard, checking his expression, but continued sucking until he presented me with the lubrication. I squeezed some lube onto the head of his cock and stroked it liberally down and up the shaft. Then, I squeezed some onto the first two fingers of my hand and bent over the desk to lubricate my asshole. This time when I bent over, my mouth and tongue went to Ms. Benson's pussy using only my mouth as I spread the lube over my asshole, then inside it. Then, I shifted that hand to her pussy as I rested myself on my elbows, my fingers spreading her pussy for my tongue to probe inside her. At the same time, his cock pressed at my asshole. My sphincter slowly opened, stretching until it passed inside. I moaned into the pussy as it penetrated. Anal was far easier now but there was still that initial penetration to get past. He pulled back and pressed in several times before he was deep in me, out flesh making contact with each powerful thrust. He fucked me in the ass like the others might fucked my pussy with strong, powerful thrusts, pulling his cock back almost out before thrusting back in.
Meanwhile, Ms. Benson was holding my head to her pussy. It was more for contact than really pulling my mouth into her. This too had become a regular event for us and I found I looked forward with increasing anxiousness until I got the call from her to come to her office. This was always one-sided. Not because it was what she was but the type of sex. She was definitely hetero but enjoyed the orgasms I gave her. She apologized once that she didn't return the favor but I assured her I understood and my day would not be without orgasms.
I had three fingers inside her and was adding a fourth. This was new for us. I glanced up while keeping my mouth on her clit as the fourth finger slid into her. Her mouth was open wide in an 'O' and her breathing was ragged. I secretly wondered if I might get my whole hand inside her and wondered if I should talk to her about it or surprise her. The fourth finger was the step but trying would be another time.
At the same time I was adding four fingers into her, he was leaning over me, resting on my back as one hand captured a wildly swinging breast and the other stroked my empty pussy and engorged clit. I felt the tremors begin in my body with the combined stimulation of anal, pussy/clit, and nipples. I felt him pulse inside my tight sleeve and I felt her squeeze her thighs around my head, a sure sign of her arousal and impending orgasm. I took her clit between my teeth, one hand reaching up to locate and pinch a nipple, and curled my fingers to located her g-spot. The g-spot and clit are connected so nipping down on one and stroking the other was what she needed. Fresh cum flowed onto my fingers and tongue as she exploded and the spasms of my anal orgasm sent him into climax. It was about as perfect as we could have hoped.
She lay splayed on the desk, her hands caressing her breast as he maneuvered us back to a chair. Typical, he usually like to recover while still inside my clasping asshole.
It was several minutes before we recovered sufficiently. When we did, she sat up on the edge of his desk, her legs still parted, and a satisfied smile across her face. She sighed, "Well, Stan, I'd say she managed the thank you very well." He fondled and lifted my breasts and agreed.
When I finally lifted myself off Mr. Peterson, his cock had shrunk and slipped out of my ass, Ms. Benson had relayed my suggestion about Manager dress to him and he had promised to take the idea to the other VP's prior to consideration by Mr. Cornell. As I was leaving, Ms. Benson called after me to ask that I stop at her office before leaving for the day.
Later, "Ma'am? You wanted to see me?"
"Abby, yes. Following up on your three month evaluation, I had Sara pull together some of your data." My expression must have shown concern. "Sorry, dear. You're not in trouble. Sit down and talk me through something." She went on to describe her concern that matched Sara's regarding what happens to my time. "How much overtime do you work?"
"I... ah... I..."
"Don't bullshit me, Abby. I see you here some nights when I leave and I see you already here when I arrive. You work overtime. But your time sheets don't record any overtime."
"I'm just making sure my projects stay on schedule, ma'am."
"Your projects on schedule... hmmmm... let's see... yeah, here... it looks to me like all your projects are logged off early or as scheduled. How much overtime?" I hesitated, "Okay, Sara noted a concern... not about you directly but affecting you. Tell me, Abby... just looking at today and excluding Stan and me, how many times were you requested to fuck, suck, or eat pussy?"
"Just today, ma'am?" She nodded. "Okay... let's see..." I held up my right hand and ticked off the fingers. She interrupted me.
"Don't tell me you're going to have to use your other hand."
