Author's note: This story takes place shortly after the last story where Jason received a new title at work. If you haven't read the Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate series, you should still be able to pick up the story line but it might be more meaningful to you if you have.
For the first time I decided to post one of my stories in the fetish category as opposed to voyeur and exhibitionism. At the heart of this story is still seeing and being seen in normally very private situations. But this story includes light bathroom play, more than I have ever included previously. So I posted it in the fetish category as a heads up warning to those who may not be into that kind of thing. As always, I hope you enjoy and would love to hear from you.
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"And that's how we can use less paper each time we need to print something." Erika said in a cheerful tone as she adjusted her trendy, plastic-framed glasses. "Any questions?" She asked the meeting room filled with girls.
"Only one. Do you think that would be a partial waste of our time or a complete waste? In either case you underestimated it." Courtney said not hiding her displeasure.
I saw the look on Erika's face. She was crushed and embarrassed. I felt so bad for her. And even worse, I started to fear this menacing Courtney girl who was leading the meeting.
This was my first meeting in my new position. Every face was new to me despite having worked at the company for several months. I was still getting a feel for the new environment on my new floor.
Erika looked to be in her early twenties, probably a recent college grad. She had shoulder length dark brown wavy hair, and an overall stylish, cute look. Her short sleeve white button shirt had the top two buttons undone, and had on suspenders that hugged her breasts, accentuating how much her chest stuck out from her slender waist. I didn't really know her well, but she gave off a kind vibe. Frankly I thought she was adorable.
Courtney was equally stylish, but in more professional attire. She was probably in her 30s, had on a business skirt, a dark blazer and light blouse on underneath. She commanded the room when she spoke. Her silky smooth, dark hair complemented her tan skin. Overall she was intimidatingly beautiful and from the sound of it, even more mean than she was attractive.
"Anyone else have any bright thoughts to share?" She asked, pouring a little salt on Erika's wound.
The table of girls turned quiet and they all shook their heads silently, too afraid to speak out.
"Jason, our new star. Surely you have something to add." Courtney called me out.
"No, I'm good." I said softly. Everything was so new to me in this position since I moved up to the CMO's floor. I still wasn't exactly sure what I was doing and now I was in my first weekly status meeting with a group of women I've never met.
"Very well. Why don't you just give us an update on the projects you're working on." Courtney said with a bit of a frustrated tone.
"I...I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm supposed to be doing yet. I'm afraid I don't have any updates for you." I said as a room full of stunning females stared at me.
"Really?" Courtney smirked. "Well good thing you were promoted then. However could we have gotten by without your excellent insights?" She smirked and stood up. The rest of the girls followed her lead right on command, standing up in unison. "Please don't waste our time Jason if you have no purpose for being here. Frankly I'm not sure why you're still employed. Are you?"
My mouth dropped. How do you respond to something like that? Anything I said would only make me look even worse by dignifying it with a response. So instead, I sat there humiliated in silence.
"Didn't think so. Meeting adjourned." Courtney said with a satisfied smile and turned so quickly her hair flew in the air as she left the room.
I was the last to leave the meeting room and wondered why on earth Courtney hated me so much already. I barely even met her and she already wanted me out. I figured the only way to win her over was by hard work. I got to my desk and began skimming through several project reports trying to find where I could add some value.
There was some construction being done on our floor and the noise made it nearly impossible to concentrate. I was reading the reports but nothing was making sense, and I couldn't remember anything I read. Maybe Courtney was right...why am I employed?
You're putting too much pressure on yourself, I thought as I took a deep breath. Just relax and take break. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Maybe an empty bladder will help clear my head.
Once in the men's room, I saw more floor urinals just like in Miranda's office, offering no privacy. Fortunately there didn't seem to be many guys on the floor, so I paid it no mind. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my penis, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. You can deal with this new environment; it will just take a little adjusting. I told myself that a few times until I believed it and started to relax.
"Hey Jason!" I heard a pleasant voice say.
I looked over, "Oh hi Nicole." I said enjoying my newfound peace. Wait a minute!
"Nicole?!" I jumped and did my best to cover my manhood with my hands as I pressed as close as I could to the urinal. Nicole was Miranda's, the CMO's, secretary and I was starting to freak out. "What are you doing in the men's room?" I asked in a panic.
"The women's room is under construction. Haven't you heard all that racket this morning?" She said gently in a calming tone while maintaining eye contact the whole time.
"Jesus." I said as I crammed closer to the urinal. "Shouldn't you just go to a restroom on a different floor?"
"Miranda told us to use this one to save time. You know how busy we are." She said gently with a little chuckle. "Where are my manors? I'll give you some privacy." And she patted my shoulder and headed toward a stall just as I heard the bathroom door open again. Who now?
"Jason, Jason, Jason. For the love of God will you quit bothering the women around here?" Courtney said as she entered the men's room as if it was the most normal place to be. "No one wants to see your stupid, little cock!"
"I'm sorry. I wasn't doing, I wasn't trying to show her...I was just trying to pee." I said in a panic.
"Well maybe you should just zip up, and get the fuck out of here. I would like some privacy please." She said in a terrifying tone.
"Yes. Of course." I quickly tucked my penis back into my pants, zipped up and left before I even had a chance to pee. "I'm so sorry." I said as I ran out with my tail between my legs.
This was awful. It was like being terrified of a high school bully. I wasn't sure I could work like this. Was the promotion even worth it? I mean I just got kicked out of the men's room...by a woman. How could that happen?
I needed to talk to Miranda. There was nothing else to do. I headed over to her office and was surprised to find her secretary not guarding her door before realizing I just saw her in the bathroom.
I knocked softly on Miranda's door. Probably too soft to be heard. Again I knocked, this time a little louder. Still no answer. I slowly pushed the door open and stepped in. There was a familiar smell in the air I couldn't quite recall, but it was soothing.
"Miranda?" I said softly as I walked in. She was in the middle of the room on a massage table. The calming aromas grew stronger as I realized the scent was massage oil. A masseuse stood to her side, effectively covering up her butt from my view. I couldn't tell if she had a towel covering her waist, but I saw her upper back and lower legs were exposed.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know you were..." I babbled.
"Jason?" She said in a soft tone looking up. "Why didn't Nicole say I was busy?" She said but didn't seem too upset by my presence.
"Nicole is in the bathroom. Which is why I'm here actually." I said.
"This better be important." She said in some kind of distant state.
