Janet walked forward, looking like she had found a new experiment. I felt like I could melt into a puddle on the floor at that moment, my shock and embarrassment was so great. My boss had just seen me get face fucked while the woman doing the deed rubbed me off with her foot. To add to that, I was coated in both of our juices and she had seen that I had barely held out a few minutes. I was sure that I was in trouble, until I remembered the flier. She must have known this would happen.
Janet stood in front of me, barely a foot of distance between our faces as I leaned back over a sink, before she smiled and walked to the sink to my right to wash her hands. She hummed a small tune, not even acknowledging my presence, before she turned to walk to the door. Just as she opened the door, she turned back and spoke. "James," She seemed to be speaking louder than she needed to...unless she wanted more people to hear her. My eyes flew wide as saucers. "I need to see you in the office tonight. Make sure that, after your normal business, you come straight to my office."
I was sure my heart had stopped. I was going to need to go through everyone just to get to her, not to mention it was only eleven last time I had checked. I had hours until I was off and who knows how long it will take before she is done with me. It was Friday, and many would want to leave quickly, but there was no telling how many had seen the pamphlet.
The rushing of the door shut suddenly reminded me that I was leaning with my back against a sink. I moved to stand on my feet, stumbling slightly before I found an acceptable amount of wobble in my balance to begin walking. I washed my face clean, knowing that there was no way I could get the stains out of the shirt or pants I had on, and headed back out of the restroom.
The air in the room was different then before as I noticed a few of the glances my direction. Normally, I just felt like another in the crowd, save for the obvious lacking features, but now I could feel every eye on me as I stepped towards my chair. The subtle glances of a few women had turned into full predatory gazes. One or two even licked their lips as they saw me walk to the kitchen to grab some water.
As I stepped into the communal kitchen area, the first thing to notice was that I was, as had become increasingly the case in the past few minutes, not alone. Emily was here with me, enjoying an early lunch. Emily was a slightly larger women than the others around the office, probably weighing closer to two hundred and fifty pounds, but she carried it well. Not only was she tall, but she also had curves that others would be jealous of, with a large, shaking, rounded buttocks and firm, flowing breasts contained in her business suits. Then there was her cute stomach. It extended past her belt and must have been several inches outward, but she didn't let it bother her.
She knew what people liked about her and was comfortable with her weight. I guess it might have come with the territory of how quiet she was. Must have been all of the personal time with her. Or maybe it was all the men and women who had asked her out that she had turned away. I never heard her talking about her flings or dates, but she wasn't as talkative as the others around here, so I just chalked it up to her being shy. She was always kind and honest though, which helped to put us into a good position as colleagues.
