The blonde pulls a form on a clip board from beside her desk and hands it to the woman. "What did he do?"
The new woman growls. "He's constantly ogling my boobs, and this morning he started to reach out to grab my ass!"
The red-head across from her, located behind the new woman, had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing as she cupped her own tit inside her jacket, and jiggled it at the blonde and the new woman's back.
The new woman was in a high collar satin top, her tits held in by a 'perfect curve' heavily padded bra. Her very snug below the knee pencil skirt had a prominent panty line. Lace, from the texture she could see.
She did her best not to sigh at the clueless woman thinking she was hiding her tits behind the padding, but perfectly fine to let her lace panty line show through. EVERY man will check out bouncing boobs no matter the size, and VPL is practically giving permission for them to look.
Then again, she's probably one of those 'woke' liberals that think everyone else should somehow conform to their twisted fantasy versions of reality. Real men look at women, and real women appreciate the compliment. It's biological.
"Well, if you could just fill out the relevant information, we'll do a short, recorded interview. We'll take a look, review any security tapes, interview a few of your co-workers and such, then render a finding."
The new woman's head snapped up. "How long is that going to take? You can't just go fire him now for what he did?" Her head snapping up, somehow amazed that her simple announcement of his 'guilt' wasn't enough.
The blonde sighed for effect. "We have to document things. Sexual harassment goes both ways these days. Sad to say we've had women try and go after innocent men, and we've had women that are clueless to what sexual harassment actually is." And, she didn't add, it looks like you're one of the latter.
"But he... he... he looked at my boobs!"
"That's what you said." 'And how could he see anything behind all that padding' she thought, trying not to grin and the ludicrous notion of actually seeing anything. It was merely the motion he noticed. Hell, she saw it as the woman stomped into the office.
The new woman filled out the paperwork with a vengeance. Had she been using a pencil, the tip would have broken several times before she finished. And her recorded interview was not going to help her. All she could say was he looked at her and may have tried to grope her. She couldn't come up with anything specific he said or a time he actually touched her.
"We'll begin our investigation, and let you know what we find. If we find anything actionable, you will be notified."
The girls tried not to giggle too badly after the new woman stormed out. Each looking at the other knowing what they were thinking. 'It's not sexual harassment if you enjoy being lusted after.'
The red-head got up and went back into the boss's office.
The blonde sighed knowing what she was doing. Instead of stopping in front of his desk as was 'proper', she would stop right beside him to report the newest frigid bitch's complaint.
While she was doing this, his hand would be going up her thigh under her skirt, caressing the inside of her thighs, cupping her ass, maybe even dipping his fingers into her wet pussy. She might even open her top and lean over a bit for him to nibble on her nipple.
The blonde sighed and rubbed her thighs together imagining it being her instead. After all, she had him for four days at the quarterly meeting. Groping and feeling her up whenever he could get away with it. Ravaging her body every evening was expected, and taking her out to couples' evenings at strip clubs so she could get naked and dance for him in front of other people, fingering her pussy when she sat back down, bending her over the next morning and putting a nice tiny jeweled butt plug in her before they attended the meetings.
She grinned and clenched on it in her ass. They didn't do anal, but it was a way for him to mark them as his, and only they knew about it.
The red-head came out grinning, and her top still open a bit, just barely covering her nipples.
The blonde snickered knowing she'd be in there to be 'harassed' herself as many times as possible today. The next out of town meeting would be the red-head's turn, and she would be waiting naked bright and early when they got back. She was hoping she could hold out as he jacked off in front of her, but knew she would most likely lose that race just like the red head did this morning. She grinned at the memory of a pussy full of warm creamy cum.
For as wonderful as it was to have her boss plunder her willing pussy, the sight of him jacking off to her body, then having him stand and cum all over her tits, had her nipples absolutely tingling for it. She would have to wait until this weekend to have him cum on her tits and be able to walk around the rest of the day like that. Maybe even go out to a mall or flea market and see if any prudes realize his treasure splattered all over her chest. Cum-walks just made her pussy dribble, and from his grin, he knew it and loved it.
They looked at each other, knowing what the other was thinking. It's only harassment to a prude. To a real woman, it's appreciation and lust for her body.
"He has a conference call at two," the red-head said.
"Good," the blonde said.
"Heads or tails?" the red head asked.
"Heads, definitely heads." She would crawl under his desk and suckle him during the call, while the red-head sat in the chair opposite him, knees spread and hooked on the arm rests putting herself on display and playing with her pussy, skirt up around her waist. If the conference call went over, she could use the nice life size replica of his cock on her pussy until the call was ended or she came.
Sometimes she thought he let it go long just to watch her use the dildo for a bit.
But that wasn't all bad, she got to slurp on the red head while she had her ass in the air for him to pound her pussy. Being in the middle of a three way is ALWAYS fun.
But that little day dream was popped when a rather large woman came in, her legs threatening to split whatever undergarments she had on with every step.
The red-head took in her obvious attitude, wondering why it was all the prudes in padding that would rarely get a second glance that seemed to see sexual harassment oozing from every man, instead of seeing the power their bodies held over them.
She tried not to grin, but she'd rather he be positioned over her one way or another... a nice fresh load of creamy, warm cum was the best compliment a confident woman could ever get.
