Oh my God how word gets around. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.
As I wrote in "First Gang Bang", it was unexpected and very much a turn on experience. I neglected to mention that it took place on a Friday night, so I had the entire weekend to reflect on what took place and what price I would pay for my being the primary focus if any at all.
Monday came fast. I was very nervous knowing that thirteen of the participants, twelve men and one other woman besides myself, of course would talk.
Talk they had.
All eyes were on me. Coworkers stared and whispered around me. I felt as if I were under the microscope for my actions. No one dared to talk to me on the shop floor. The disdain from my female counterparts was palpable and my male counterparts gazed upon me lustfully. Of course when one possesses natural "E" cup size tits on a slender five foot eleven inch frame, lustful eyes are the norm but this was much more intense.
At lunch break I felt that I would be better off sitting alone. Certainly nowhere near the female population. As I ate my lunch three of the twelve sat with me. They started with small talk and wanted to know how I was feeling.
They made in known that they were in the planning stage of yet another party. A repeat performance hoping I would be into a round two. I was into the idea having fantasized about it over the weekend but told them that it would have to wait.
The discomfort of the first half of the shift was making me nervous, a nervousness that did not leave me going now half way through the week. That discomfort only grew even more so when I was informed by my supervisor that upper management wanted to meet with me that coming Friday before my shift.
Well that Friday came.
I was shaking with worry that I was going to be terminated but also felt that what I do on my private time is my business and therefore they could go fuck themselves. I wondered as well if the men involved, my Twelve Disciples, had been called in, especially since seven of the twelve I believed were married!
I went up to the Human Resources Dept where I was instructed to take a seat and wait. I waited for about an hour and a half with the day shift having left forty minutes ago. The office had completely closed up.
Suddenly in walked the top dog, the President Of Operations. Now I knew this was very serious. We went into his office with him telling his secretary she could head home wishing her a good night.
He had me sit in a chair much lower than his. I was looking across his desk and up at him with his chair much higher than mine. A classic power play.
He said he had heard as everyone had, about the after shift party. That as he put it, a group sex situation took place with my name and another woman being mentioned as the focus. I nodded my head in the affirmative saying that yes, the info he received is true. I also said that my private life is my own and none of the company's affair. He said, "Yes perhaps but it has come to light that money for services was exchanged and thus falls under the crime of prostitution and that being illegal, changes that."
As he put it, "We are in the business of building aircraft and not in the business of operating a brothel."
My thought was, oh my God, I'm fucked. "You see the problem we're having" he asked.
I went into excruciating detail explaining how the money was for me to strip topless, not for sex, which I believed was not illegal. He asked that I explain further. I told him that the men didn't believe my breasts to be real. I assured them that they were. They, the men, said they wanted proof and were willing to pay me $600 to have me remove my shirt and let them see for themselves.
The President seemed very interested in details. He would stop me and ask me to repeat certain points. I told him that the guys came up with further monies to have me go completely nude which I accepted. The President asked if monies were paid to have sex with these men. I said no. That once I was nude they asked me to do certain poses that they requested with me complying. He inquired as to what poses we were speaking of.
It was at this point that I suspected he was getting aroused by the details. His face was flushed. So I went into explicit detail on how I moved my legs apart, playing with my vulva and clit with my fingers, his demeanour changed. He developed a little sweat on his upper lip and seemed very, well, turned on.
He asked if I would like a Coke with me saying sure. When he got up to get one from a small fridge, his pants revealed a massive bulge at the crotch of his baggy Khakis.
It was obvious he wanted me to see his aroused state and the fact that he is a very well endowed man, made it a certainty that one would.
He came up to where I was seated, handing me the Coke with his erect self but a foot from my face. He stood there talking to me about the severity of the situation.
