I sat in my office running over the progress report one last time before the Executive Review meeting. The last five days had been remarkably productive and if Mr. Yan from Studio K was as receptive as my own boss, Bob (Robert) McVoy, had been last night? Then the collaboration between Studio K and Megadyne was going to make the jump from prototype to full production in record time. Truth be told? I almost regretted that outcome. I shook my head to chase away thoughts of postponing. How could I even briefly consider sabotaging the demonstration, just in the hopes that I would get another week of Camille Yan's undivided attention? Undivided, that is, save for the time spent incorporating Megadyne's nanotechnology into Studio K's fashions to seamlessly merge form with function. For fuck's sake, now even my inner monologue was starting to sound like the marketing jabber the team had put together.
A light rap of knuckles against the doorframe shook my contemplation, drawing my eyes to the sound. And there she was, punctual as ever. Camille was dressed in her usual, stylish business attire with a pencil skirt that hugged her form from her curvy hips to her knees. Her blouse, though plain in design, was tailored perfectly to accentuate her healthy bust while also providing an image of crisp business professionalism. A professionalism that my own present attire was sadly lacking.
"Oh, Camille! Yes, please come in. You didn't need to..."
"SOME people knock before entering another person's office unannounced, Ned." Camille's smile belied any true annoyance at how I had chosen to enter Miss Yan's office last week. If anything, the constant banter with the beautiful and talented face of Studio K's Advanced Design Team over the past several days had only gotten more and more flirtatious as the hard work of the beginning of the week faded into what should be a coast over the finish line with today's meeting. "Some people also wear pants and a proper shirt when preparing to conference in with my father about important business partnerships!"
I brushed my hands down the front of my slightly sweaty work-out shirt and looked down at the shorts I was still wearing. "I was about to put on a clean shirt. As for pants, I bet I could sit here at my desk naked from the waist down and no one on the conference call would even know it." -Shit- I regretted that choice of words as soon as they left my mouth and, sure enough, that wicked grin appeared on Camille's lips.
"Deal." She uttered before I could retract my poorly thought out claim.
"Camille..."
Camille's smile stretched nearly ear to ear now. "Yes, Ned?"
"You're going to pay. For this," I sighed. "Close the door at least?
"Mister Isfine and I will need to take a teleconference call, Samantha. Please be sure we're not disturbed?" With a delighted giggle, Camille swung the door shut and crossed her arms just below her breasts, squishing her boobs together and lifting as she did.
"You know? I catch so much shit for that, right? IT even aliased ned.isfine to my actual email? Some joker? Changed the nameplate on my door from Ansallar to Isfine... "
"Poor Ned. You're stalling." Camille waggled a finger about the air in my direction. "You need to get dressed or should I say undressed? For the meeting?"
Oh, yes. She would pay for this. It had become almost an unofficial competition between the two of us. Who could put the other in the most uncomfortable of positions, Camille would sit next to me during the team meetings, subtly reaching across to rub my leg or extend her feet under the table to rub hose covered toes into my crotch. I would return the favor by planting a good swat against Camille's ass any time I caught her bent near a desk, without anyone in obvious line of sight. She always made the best faces as she tried to bite back those startled yelps. So far, it didn't seem to have been noticed by the rest of our team, but this? This was something beyond all of that. In for a penny in for a pound, we'd have to find out just how far Miss Yan really wanted to take this. I looked Camille right in the eyes and slid my shorts down my legs, taking the boxer-briefs under right along with them. Already excited just to see Camille, my erect penis sprang right back up to wave at Camille. She covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her amusement. No surrender yet, so I stripped off my shirt as well, reaching beside me for the waiting dress shirt and tie to transform from birthday suit to, at least half, corporate uniform.
Drawing another giggle from Camille, I sat back down in my seat and began to set up the call. "Oh. My God. Ned." Camille chuckled out as she moved over behind my desk. "You're actually going to do it?" She took her seat beside mine and reached over devilishly to lay a cold hand against the hot skin of my thigh. I felt my cock twitch. "The fate of this entire endeavor and, almost certainly, your career... and you're going commando."
"Shhhh! Don't make it harder than it already is. We're on!"
Camille almost snort-laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand before putting on her practiced corporate smile as two windows popped up on my screen. Mister Yan, her father whose first name I still was not sure I was allowed to use and Bob, my boss. Using the pretense of getting into better view of the camera, Camille scooted her seat right up against mine. Her hand under the desk grabbed onto my thigh as she shifted. Her smile inched a little big wider. "Father," she started, "Mister McVoy. I don't think words can express how excited," she reached her hand higher and grabbed hold of my erection! "we both are to share how hard, " she squeezed and I nearly jumped out of my skin, "our teams have been working to get to this point. Wouldn't you agree, Ned?" She squeezed again, holding tight enough to make it unlikely I was going to be able to escape her grip without lunging out of frame.
*Ahem* I cleared my throat. "Yes, indeed," god dammit. She started stroking! "Camille!" I tried to get my point across to Camille by raising my voice without it sounding like I was yelling on the call. She only smiled, squeezed, and kept rubbing. "Why don't you... go ahead and tell your Father and Mister McVoy what the team has come up with?"
There was a twinkle in Camille's eye as she responded, "It has definitely been all hands on, " she squeezed my cock again, I felt a little trickle of precum drip onto my leg, " deck. I really think Studio K has the easier tasks for this prototype. Megadyne is going to be doing all the -hard-, " god dammit she squeezed again, "work. I don't want to steal your moment to shine, Ned. Go ahead and explain the concept."
Oh, thank you, for that Camille. And thank you for stroking even faster. Note to self. Payback is a bitch. "The... *ahem* prototype designs here... " I switched the screen from our camera view to the presentation and just as quickly, Camille slid out of her seat and down under the desk. I didn't have time to guess if she'd dropped a pen or what? What she hadn't done? Is let go of my cock. "... ahhhhh? Sorry... wrong deck... here. As you can see?" I inflected up a lot more than was necessary at the end of the question as Camille climbed under the desk and popped back , pushing between my legs. Pulling my cock towards her beautifully painted lips.
"Yes, Ned? What are we looking at, here?" It was Bob. I could feel Camille's chuckle as a vibration along my erection as she ran her tongue over the head of my cock like it was a lollipop. Shit... the presentation.
"Right. So... This... is a bit of a divergence from Megadyne's usual applications and, Mister Yan, also a stretch beyond Studio K's usual wheel house. We know this team was originally tasked with finding new mobile and home theatre applications, however, we think there's a previously untapped... " I had to take a breath as Camille slid the ring of her lips down the length of my shaft, " market... that is ripe for the... " and again as she came up for air, "... picking."
"Yes. Yes. Save the dramatics for marketing, Mister Ansallar," Mister Yan warned, " get to the point. Camille. You know better than to waste my time with marketing stunts." Camille just looked up at me from under the desk, lips still wrapped around my cock and shrugged. Thank you for the help!
"Right." I bought my time by skipping forward a few slides, Camille went right back to bobbing her head on my rigid cock. I was beginning to sweat. "Getting to the point, Mister Yan. The team believes that we can revolutionize home entertainment, but in a way neither Megadyne or Studio K has ever tried before. Lifelike..."
