Chapter Five: Fuckin' Luncheon 'Chump' Butt Steak
I found myself in the corridor again, jumped on and assaulted by bold stares and comments while awaiting another elevator. Ms. Rocksand was somewhat talkative, intimately inquisitive and foul-mouthed. In front of at least two other employees, there may have been some I couldn't see, she asked me how long it had been since I last ejaculated. She gave a strong tug on my panties, to help with my expected response.
I couldn't see Ms Rocksand, which forced me to speak as if orating from a stump. Try as I may, my words arrived in quiet sputters barely understood by anyone. I was made to repeat them louder and with more clarity. With great trepidation I announced to all... No, I confessed to my first 'authentic' secret to the world. I spoke of my first meaningful encounter as if it were a sleazy affair. I was coaxed into telling everyone about the wonderful bonus Ms. Handlesmen had awarded me yesterday.
Ms. Rocksand, this mean rude lady, had me gurgling out all the details. She bombarded me with intimate questions I never answered loud enough. I sputtered out my short, but deeply personal story. I described the way Ms. Handlesmen allowed me to use her hand while I knelt on the floor before her. I realized these women would allow me no personal secrets, and with some hesitations talked on. I mumbled and repeated through the exclamations whispers and snickers that echoed about the room. My pretty admirers demanded self-degradation and extracted the desired results. They even swooned to my verbal renditions of, "pumping myself in her soft hand." I bore their charges and my confessions as hot flashes surging through my body as energy igniting me from head to toe. And I spoke to them again and again, of my first 'real' orgasm.
The corridor fell silent every time I came to recollecting that orgasm, and then on the final sigh, all the women burst out into laughter. I couldn't believe it. Disgraced, I was turning my head and my eyes every which way, not knowing where to look. I even tried seeing nothing but the depth of my tears. I was leaving a deep mosaic of those as they settled along with my saliva and sweat on the surface of my collar. Because the collars construction was more a bowl then a flat surface, the excretions collected around my neck as a moat.
"You're a very lucky boy, Joey," Ms. Rocksand finally said sarcastically. Several mordant voices agreed with her immediately. "If you continue to fuckin' behave yourself, I believe you'll be receiving many such fukin' rewards," she said with a sly twist in her voice. Those thoughts caused my penis to twitch and jump out over the top of my extended panties in excitement. Ms. Rocksand and the others found its actions adorable. With continued acidity they commented about how handsome they found my cock to be. I smiled unseen and looked down at my waterproof collar, at the smooth, crisp, unbelievable fabric. Then I looked to the tops of heads and some eyes looking back, seeking to enjoy my shame. Ms. 'Foulmouth' went so far as to suggest Ms. Handlesmen may allow her the pleasure of providing me with my next bonus, if I merit one. Though it seemed everyone laughed, the thought made my eyebrow to rise and excited me terribly, I only wished I had the nerve to say something. I wouldn't have minded if a woman had come forward right there and then and whisked me away. I half expected that to be the way it would happen. The way I would find a mate.
Again the elevator was crowded with bold women, probing eyes and long nailed fingers that made my skin crawl and my cock drool. I was alone on the top of the world, living with the tops of heads. I was visited by dozens of curious ice-laden eyes, boldly peeking over the edge of my collar. Those eyes chased mine to the ceiling, from corner to corner and along the seams of the elevators walls. I listened to the lewd comments and humiliating conversation that easily kept blush in my face. Words and expectations that drove me to run and hide, which I couldn't do, even out of fear. And to my surprize enough of me found it wonderful; enough to keep me from rousing in indignation. For some reason my hands obeyed my penis, as did almost every other part of me. I was growing slowly accustomed to everything; well almost, I still had a way to go; my childhood guilt could not be erased in a day.
I discovered my sore ass well fondled this morning and investigated as well as slapped. And this time I heard a woman spit and her finger, and the next thing I knew a finger's worming its way into my asshole and I'm on my toes bouncing between hands and elbows. I slapped my palms to my thighs and grit my teeth. I cringed while surrendering to another painful, very intimate attack. I could feel nothing but humiliation as the women concerned themselves with my organs vibrations. They discused its lubrication, which they encouraged with the tips of their fingers. I must have produced lubricant most prodigiously, because all women took notice of it and all were pleased. The entire elevator was soon laughing and I looked around in futility. Again, I darted to the ceiling for privacy and self-pity. I was dizzy, my head was very hot and decorated with long rivulets of perspiration I could do nothing about.
Although I hadn't noticed before, the scents and perfumes worn by the women were quite stimulating. Quite unexpectedly my nose 'turned-on' and began its own process of feminine appreciation. I figured it was due to maturity and I'd cleared another hurdle. It only made sense, that there were many appreciation's for me to discover. Most likely natural steps in male development toward the opposite sex and I saw no reason to think otherwise. I had yet to detect a fragrance that offended and their combinations were amusement park rides for my olfactory nerves. They were truly captivating fragrances I sought to enjoy. I reacted to their chemical emissions by relaxing my body, forgetting my problems and floating in a cloud of abnormal arousal.
There must have been one hundred women in the cafeteria and every one of them must have stopped moving, eating and talking, to watch me enter. The two longest walls faced buildings across the street and were entirely of crystal clear glass. I almost felt as if I were out of doors and was hit with another dizzy spell. I could picture the windows of every building around us filling with faces. Mortification ripped me apart like two teams of elephants using me in a tug-of-war and I made the mistake of allowing my instincts to get the better of me. I flushed through a series of bright emergency reds and balked, hesitated, froze. Then out of stupidity, moved my hands in a childish attempt to cover some small part of my body. Ms. Rocksand transformed instantly, from a serious college graduate under control, to a raving battle-ax, a leather clad nun.
"Who the fuck do you think you, are touching yourself in public. How dare you fuckin' embarrass me in front of other women," she screamed between fuming and clenching her jaw. "Fellow sorority sisters at that, ya' little twat. How fuckin' dare you!"
Swat! Swat!...Swat! Swat! Ms. Rocksand slapped both my hands down and away from my crotch while screaming in my face.
"Fuckin' Look at me ya' little shit, fuckin' tip the collar and look at me when I'm talking to you." She waited for our eyes to connect before continuing. "I expect you to fuckin' behave yourself in public. Do you understand me, ya' fukin' sperm eating wimp. You can't believe how mortified I am and how deeply you've hurt me. You've hurt me in front of the people I have to face everyday," she continued with a carefully directed scream. It was the dynamic discharge given an unruly child, caught misbehaving by an irate mother. It came with a warning and a promise of a sound spanking immediately following lunch. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry Ms. Rocksand, ma'am," I said in apology. "I...I...I...ju...," I began stuttering as best I could under the circumstances, but Ms. Rocksand would hear none of it.
