Author's note: This is a continuation of the Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate series, but this next phase will be a bit different. Ashley has a minor role for the first few stories, but she comes more into play later in the series. I hope to set the stage for a variety of temptations, obstacles and other shenanigans for our fatefully entwined characters.
This new series picks up a few months after where the last series ended. (Don't worry, you'll still be able to follow along if you haven't read it.) As with most of my stories, this is not an immediate gratification story. If you're looking for a quickie with a hot lovemaking scene, you will be disappointed. This series will include details of some normally very private bodily functions, power dynamics, light bathroom play, seeing and being seen at intimate and vulnerable times, and the price of keeping secrets. If those topics do not interest you, I suggest you skip this whole series. Lastly, thank you all for the kind emails and words of encouragement to continue the story. I hope you enjoy this next phase of their journey.
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Texts between Ashley and me:
Me: I've only got a couple hours left to get this deal approved. The CMO hasn't responded to any of my emails, calls, meetings. It's like she doesn't give a shit about my work. I'm totally screwed.
Ashley: I'm sorry, babe. Maybe try going to her office. Demand to see her!
Me: Worth a shot. That's about my only hope I have left.
Ashley: Good luck! Let me know how it goes...I want to hear everything! Love you!
Me: Thanks. Love you too.
I rushed up to the chief marketing officer's floor. Her secretary was busy typing away at her desk and didn't even see me approach. She was a cute blonde dressed in a dark pencil skirt, business coat and a conservative blouse. She was gorgeous but clearly did not flaunt it. I always respected that about her.
"Excuse me, Nicole." I said softly as I stepped up to the desk.
"Yes?" She said looking up with a gentle smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Hi I'm Jason, and I have a bit of a time sensitive matter to discuss with Miranda." I said timidly holding out a stapled report.
"I'm afraid that might be a bit of a problem for today. She's about to head out to catch a flight. If you leave that with me, I'll make sure she sees it first thing next week." She said in her most cheerful voice.
My face sunk. "Next week will be too late. There are a few pieces in here that need to be approved today or else we'll have to wait until next year and that would ruin months of planning." I said in a bit of a panic.
"I see. I will give her a ring and see if she can spare any time. Just a moment." She said feeling sorry for me.
She picked up the phone and smiled. "There's a gentleman here," she covered the phone with her hand, "I'm sorry, what was your name?" She asked me.
"Jason." I was grateful she was trying to help but felt a little annoyed she didn't remember my name.
"There is a Jason is here to see you. Yes, I know you're about to leave, but he says it's urgent." She nodded, "uh huh," nodded again, "okay, I'll tell him."
She hung up the phone and looked at me. "She only has a moment, so you'll have to be quick." She smiled, feeling glad to have helped me.
"Thank you, thank you!" I said nervously as I straightened my tie and headed toward the CMO's office.
"Good luck!" I heard her call out behind me.
The tall door felt extra heavy as I pushed it open. Miranda was at the opposite end of the office sitting behind her oversized desk. It felt like a long walk to get there and I could feel her eyes staring at me with each step I took.
She had only been with the company a few years but climbed the ladder quickly. The only times I saw her were when she spoke at the company town hall meetings. She looked much younger up close. Older than me, but still young to be a CMO for such a large corporation.
"What seems to be so pressing, Jason?" She asked in an eerily calm voice for someone who had to leave to catch a flight.
"Miranda, hi, we need to approve, this has a deadline, time, I need you to..." I fumbled every word and was practically shaking.
"Calm down." She said carefully and brushed her dark brown hair behind her ear. "Why don't you leave that report with me and I'll look at it on my flight tonight. How does that sound?"
"That sounds very generous of you, but unfortunately that will be too late. The deal needs to be closed tonight or else it will have to wait until next year." I said frantically.
"Why wasn't this brought to my attention sooner?" She sounded less than amused.
"I've been trying for weeks. Every meeting I set up with you has been cancelled, I haven't heard back on any of my emails. I tried everything, so now I'm at your office as my last hope." It was difficult to play the subtle game of telling her this was not my fault without blaming her.
"We can talk about how you can improve your chances of meeting with me later. Now I'm afraid I must be getting ready to go."
I was too close to give up now. "Can I at least go over it with you while you're getting ready? This will only take a few minutes." I was desperate.
She almost let out a little laugh. "You really are persistent, aren't you?"
"This will be a huge help to our bottom line. It's been a rough a quarter and this might turn it around." I said.
"Persistent and ambitious." She smiled softly. "I've always liked that combination."
That seemed like a great thing to hear from an officer of your company, but I still wasn't getting anywhere so far.
"Is there any way I can get you to look at it before you go?" I pleaded one last time.
She sighed, looked at the paper in my hands and back up at me. "This is completely up to you..." she closed her eyes and then opened them again slowly. "I need to use the bathroom. It might take me more than a few minutes...if you understand my meaning, but you're welcome to join me in there while we review your proposal."
Was this some kind of sexual harassment test? Would I be fired if I said yes? Would she think I didn't really care about the project if I said no? Maybe that was a polite non-offer that she just assumed I would turn down out of common courtesy. This was weird. "Are you sure that's okay? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I said cautiously.
"It will be much more uncomfortable for you than me, I assure you. But again it's up to you." She said as she stood up from behind the desk, showing her tight blue dress that was both conservative and tight enough to show her amazing curves. She was a slender woman, but seemed to have plenty of curves in all the right places. I guessed she was maybe 5'8" with heels, which helped her butt stick out slightly and accentuated her bust line. She headed over to the corner door in her office, opened it and walked in, "Are you coming?"
I walked in behind her nervously. "I had no idea you had a private bathroom." I mumbled.
"Perks of the job." She said. "Close the door, please."
Slowly I closed the thick bathroom door until it clanked shut. It felt like I had just locked us in here together. My heart was pounding. Was this really happening? Was this career suicide?
