Over the next week Brad felt dejected and ostracized at work. News of his pants stain had traveled fast. The worst of which was during a meeting the boss of the company mentioned:
"Brad ...oh good you got a new pair of pants!"
Everyone laughed.
It didn't help that during the time Jacklyn kept coming in a devastating outfit day after day. Each outfit complete with the same patent leather boots she wore on their luncheon. She seemed to flaunt them as if to tease Brad. He thought about quitting.
Then on Friday as people were leaving work, Brad got an IM from Jacklyn: "Stop by before you leave." Brad walked into Jacklyn's spacious office sheepishly. "Close the door and have a seat". He did so.
That day Jacklyn had on a leather skirt, large fitted sweater but not the boots. Instead long black heals. She sat in her desk chair tapping away legs extended. When he sat she looked at him and asked him to pick up a plastic bag from the desk. He opened it and inside were the very boots that gave him an embarrassing jizz stain in his pants. He froze. She continued:
"You can have those. I wore them for a week and I think they're quite pungent by now. My husband mentioned to have them cleaned this morning so it's noticeable." She laughed and continued:
"But! ...you gotta play a game to get them." Her lips curled like they had before and she snickered to herself. "The game is this, I'm going to measure your penis. If it's 6 inches or more we can have sex. Right here on my desk if you want." Brad's face went flush and his dick stiffened ...again. "That said, you measure under that and ...well you'll be my bitch. You do what I say. Wear what I tell you and take whatever I give you. You can always stop if you want but ...something tells me you won't want to. What do you say?"
Brad though for a minute. Years ago his girlfriend measured his cock after she drunkly mentioned to him her last boyfriend was huge. She told him he was a solid six inches. He felt better. He thought about the revenge sex he was going to have and said a cocky "Yes".
Jacklyn got up from behind her desk but not before retrieving a trailer tape from a drawer. She obviously did this before.Walked over to him and said: "Drop Em."
Brad unzipped his pants and confidently exposed his hardened cock. She tilted her head. "This might be close." She quipped. As soon as she said that he got nervous. She placed the tape at the base of his penis and slid it up to his now leaking pud. Her fingers delicately touched his member and he stiffened further. He suddenly felt that her hands looked were bigger than he imagined and the tape seemed to dwarf his rigged member.
"5 inches ...on the nose. Not even close." She laughed.
Brad protested: "THAT CAN'T BE."
They did it several more times. His cock went flaccid and he was perplexed. Did his ex lie? What would she? Just to be nice. Jacklyn then said:
"Well after lunch and this measurement, you are definitely a beta boy. ...so are you ready for my instructions?"
He nodded yes