Lorraine Wanted to bang her head on the table but it was too late to call her stylist to fix her hair.
So she settled for her fists on the expensive boardroom table.
She looked around at the six directors who, in spite of their power and ruthlessness were cringing like spanked children.
"I don't believe you lot! A simple decision and you just look at each other like puppies! So are we agreed?" Her frustration had increased by the minute and now she was at fever pitch. She hadn't been laid in a week.
Six foot tall with a bob of jet-black hair – she was thick set and dwarfed her little employees. They were tough on the shop floor but terrified of this beautiful, unmoving sight. And they had all secretly jerked off with her as their fantasy.
The suited men were fidgeting in their seats and hoping that it would all just 'Go away'. They wouldn't be that lucky, not now the MD had a weed up her arse.
They all looked at each other for a reaction, just one of them began an awkward nod and they all quickly followed suit.
She breathed a loud sigh of relief, two hours they had been sat in the meeting and finally they could get off. She sent her secretary out and said that they were not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
Puzzled they looked at each other again, wasn't the meeting over?
"Stay where you are, this is far from over" she said as she closed the blinds and dimmed the lights from a remote control in front of her.
She looked up expressionless.
"Are you mice or fucking men?"
They were totally thrown by this.
"Well?" She was warranting an answer and was going to get one anyhow.
"Men?" said the one to her far left.
She looked hard at him and narrowed her eyes.
"So prove it! I'm sick of you lot being a shower of cream puffs, Prove it!!"
"Erm, how?" he continued.
She stood up and turned with her back to them – appearing to be fumbling with her tight white blouse. She turned back around. It was unbuttoned to her belly and showing off a magnificent cleavage.
They all gasped.
"So! She says almost in a whisper, it's time to prove that you are real men. Stand up!"
They obeyed without question, as always!
"Now drop your pants and place your dicks on the table" the room was numb in stunned silence.
"Well?" she had spent a long time programming her little clan to obey all her orders without question and wasn't about to change now.
They all began to fumble awkwardly with their trousers and tried not to look at what each of them were placing on the table.
There they were with their cocks on the table edge, leaning forward a little to make them look longer.