Team building paint ball.
Today was the day I dreaded. The annual team away day, or as I liked to call it. "Fuck you, cus you are shit at your job day."
So, I was mildly surprised when this year it was at the local paintball centre. I arrived with his work colleagues at the centre for an early start. Most of them had managed to get into the theme and wore mainly combat camouflage clothing. Looking round, I nodded at some of my colleagues, then felt a hard slap on his back. Turning round I was greeted by my best mate Terry. Terry was always smiling, always had a word to say to everyone.
"Hey bud, you ready?" he asked.
"Yep, looking forward to this year, should be fun."
We quickly settled as the CEO and manager walked in and headed to the front of the room.
"Good morning, everyone and thank you all for coming." CEO John said.
"This year, we thought we would try something different and hopefully have some fun." He continued.
"Yes." took over Pete the manger. "We thought it would be good to have a competition between departments, winners to get free tab at the end of the day in the club house."
Now this perked my ears up. Not only as it gave us an advantage, as we had or thought we had a good team in our department. But also, the words "free tab".
Pete continued. "However, we thought this would be unfair, so instead we have palled one from each department up in a mixed team. And anyway, it's team building day for the whole company."
This was a new twist and development on the day. I did not really know many from the other department but was up for the challenge. We waited to be paired up and discover who the Robin to my Batman was. I didn't have to wait long, as I found my Robin or rather Batgirl was. Sam from reception.
Now it was rumoured that Sam was the only reason we had a lot of customers come in.
She was petite, about 5ft 4, long black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and all-round beauty. Today her hair was tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, no makeup, but she only wore minimal at work anyway. She was wearing black combat boots, black leggings, and an off-white t-shirt. If I was to say her clothes were tight fitting, they hugged her firm thighs, cradled her groin, and pulled her firm breasts tight, only showing a ghost glimpse of her nipples.
"I thought it was combat dress?" I asked her.
"It is." She replied and pulled her top up, exposing her camo-coloured sports bra. We both laughed. She turned when she heard her name being called.
I could not resist, but checked out her booty and oh my, I was not sure if she had underwear on or not, but I didn't mind as I liked the view.
"You finished?" she asked. I looked up from my daydream stare into her stern eyes.
"If you keep doing that, we have no chance."
"Sorry."
"No worries, I was checking out your goods from across the room earlier." She patted my arse and winked "Very nice."
We set off in our teams into the forest and fields to hide until the hooter sounded. Sam was clearly getting excited waiting.
"I love this game, we used to hunt with my dad when we were kids. You know rabbits, what we got, we cooked."
"There won't be much to eat in this hunt." I spoke.
"Even better", she replied. "Trophies."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see." Winking at me, giggling.
The hooter sound and the game was afoot. We played it cautious for the first hour, scouting round and hearing the occasional skirmish. It was a hot sunny day, so we chose to rest and have a drink for a bit, under a tall acorn tree.
While resting. Sam perked up and signalled to be quiet. She pointed in the direction of a bushy area, and we moved quickly and silently towards it and hid.
We were lucky, as from a wooded area a few meters up, Jean came through, hunting. She did not spot us, but heard another noise and she tried to hide in an area of tall grass behind a log, oblivious we were watching her from behind.
"I HATE that woman!" Sam exclaimed. "She took my desk last year and gave me hell. Such a bitch."
She had Jean in her sights, I was not sure she could hit her from where we were. I saw her tense, hold her breath, then squeezed the trigger, just as Jean was moving from laying down to kneeling. Sam fired off three quick shots. One on each of Jeans bum cheeks and one just between her thighs which seemed to hit close to the back end of her pussy.
Jean yelled and stood up. Turning round, to face where she thought the shots were coming from. Sam took aim and this time fired two more shots, hitting Jeans breasts dead centre. Jean raised her hands up in pain to cover her sore breasts when Sam shot again. One shot, dead centre. On her groin. The pink paint was clearly splatted on Jeans dark gear.
Sam cheered, as Jean crumpled into a ball of pain on the floor. We checked first, before going over to where Jean laid.
"You, fucking bitch!" Jean shouted.
"You deserved that!" Sam replied. She bent down in front of Jean, there was a brief struggle and Sam stood up, holding Jeans top in her hands. She turned to me. Jean tried to get up, Sam blocked her, reached round with one hand and swiftly in one move, unclipped, pulled and freed Jeans sore breasts from their cupped bra.
Sam laughed, took out her phone and snapped a picture, catching Jeans exposed nipples, as she frantically tried to cover her breasts.
"You fucking animal, you wait, I will get you back."
"Shut up you bitch. Just be grateful I don't take more trophies".
