"Get your cock out."
I was sitting in Carmen's office early on Friday morning. She had requested this meeting--an hour before our official start time--the day before; an appointment I had been dreading. I had gone immediately to her office to tell her I would be there in a minute, but she's asked me in. She hadn't even given me the chance to take off my suit jacket and drop my bag off in my office.
Her first words to me, aside from "good morning", shocked me senseless.
"Wh... what??!" I sputtered.
"You heard me. Stand up and take your cock out of your pants." Carmen's gaze was dead serious.
"This has got to be some kind of joke," I responded, laughing nervously.
Carmen just stared at me, her expression unchanged.
"Ok, if it's not a joke, then it's harassment," I said finally.
Carmen turned to her computer and clicked the mouse a few times, seemingly ignoring me.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?" I asked, annoyed.
Carmen swiveled in her chair, legs crossed in her short grey skirt. She was wearing a black suit jacket, but I could not see what she was wearing underneath. I thought it was a low-cut top, since I only saw her skin beneath the jacket; the skin of her lovely, voluptuous cleavage.
Carmen looked at me for a few seconds, then turned her computer screen so I could view it. On it was a video. It was a video of my office, with me standing up squirting ropes of cum from my cock onto Nathalie's full bust. I felt all the blood drain from my face. My mouth hung open.
"I love this part when I open the door," said Carmen, smiling faintly and pointing at the screen. "You can still see Nat at the side of the screen, hiding behind the door, trying not to spill any of your semen on her clothes."
I tried to speak, but no words came.
"Do you want me to show you the video I got of Sarah sucking you off?" Carmen was toying with me now.
"I... I don't know what to say. I got carried away. I know how inappropriate this is and—"
"—and nothing! Just stop right there. I know everything. I'll save you the embarrassment of telling me the whole story. Last weekend at the lake I couldn't sleep and decided to join you in the sauna. I saw the three of you in the water and was about to say hello when I noticed you were all naked. I hid behind the sauna and waited until you went in. I watched you through the window."
"I'm sorry, Carmen." What else was there to say, really? I was busted. "What... um... what are you going to do?" I felt defeated.
"Are you concerned about losing your job?" she asked.
"Well... of course, but I'm more concerned about Nat and Sarah. I don't want anyone to know. I wouldn't want to do anything to break up their marriages. We were just having some fun, it's nothing more."
"What about their jobs? I could just as easily sack them, couldn't I?" suggested Carmen.
"Please, no. This is my fault. If you're going to let anyone go let it be me. That will solve the problem."
"What... and let you off easy?" Carmen was still deadpan.
"Easy?! No... please. Don't drag Nat and Sarah into this," I pleaded.
"Then I suggest you do as I say. Stand up, undo your trousers, and take your cock out for me to see."
Carmen's mouth curved into an acidic grin. There was no arguing with her. Besides, there was maybe a chance this would lead to something enjoyable for both of us.
I stood up and walked into the far corner behind her desk. Her office was quite big, and there was no chance of anyone seeing me from this position. Slowly, I unfastened my belt and unzipped my fly.
"Take them off. In fact, I want you to take everything off," Carmen said.
"But... what if someone comes in?" I asked nervously.
"I'll decide what to do should the situation arise. You should just busy yourself with taking your clothes off," said Carmen coolly.
I stepped out of my shoes, removed my socks, and pulled my trousers down and stepped out of them. Next I removed my suit jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, letting it fall in the pile of my other clothes.
"Aren't we forgetting something?" Carmen said as she pointed to my loins with the end of a pen.
Without breaking eye contact with Carmen, I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my underwear and slid them to the floor, stepping out of them and crossing my arms.
I saw her eyes widen almost imperceptibly. The tip of the pen went to her mouth and she played with it absently. After a few moments, Carmen stood up and walked up to me, standing directly in front of me. She looked down to my cock, then up to my face.
"Very impressive," she said.
She walked to the side of the office and rolled a chair over to me.
"Sit down," she commanded.
I sat, wondering what was going to happen next. Carmen opened one of her desk drawers, retrieved an object, and closed the drawer. When she turned back around, she had in her hand a roll of packing tape.
"What... what are you doing?" I asked.
"You're a clever boy. I'm sure you can figure it out," she said as she advanced on me.
She stood behind me and pulled my wrists back, taping them to the chair's back rest. My feet she bound to the seat post. After taping me firmly to the chair, she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"Yes, that should do," she said. She wheeled me back into the corner of her office and wheeled over a large white board, hiding me behind it.
"You can look through this crack if you want to see what's happening. I'm about to invite one of your friends in for a chat. If you make a sound I'll tell her husband what you've been up to."
Carmen sat down at her desk and picked up her phone. She dialled a number and waited.
"Good morning, Natalie. It's time for our meeting. Could I see you in my office, please?"
