One of those DAYS, I thought. My carefully constructed "to do" list had barely been touched. I had a nice, fat, assignment dropped on me right before lunch.
"It's urgent, Maureen. That means today."
Yeah I know, dumbass, I thought. Of all people, Sean had the ability to irritate me by just being near me. The fact that his recent promotion elevated him above my level seemed to make him gloat around me. I didn't report to him directly, but as an officer of the company, I had no choice but to drop what I was doing when he gave me an assignment. I wouldn't put it past him to fake the urgency of this, I muttered.
He could have just emailed it to me like anyone else would have. But, no, he walked over to my desk right before lunch to deliver the assignment personally.
There was no love lost between us. We were both competitive, intelligent managers who were leaders in our respective groups. Lately, our paths crossed more often, as we were asked to lead larger projects. This led to us occasionally competing for the same resources, and unfortunately for me, Sean often got what he asked for.
"I told Henderson that it would be done today."
Great, I thought. The CEO never forgot a due date and accepted no excuses, short of your own death, for not completing an assignment.
"Got it, thanks."
My sweet smile was as fake as it could be. I didn't even attempt to hide the look on my face.
He leaned in, speaking directly into my ear.
"You know I mean business, right? I expect your usual 'perfection'," he spat.
With that, he was gone.
At two o'clock that afternoon, I received a call from HR. Now what, I mumbled.
"Hello, this is Maureen Conley speaking."
"Maureen, sorry for the last minute notice but Michael wants you to join him and his staff for an urgent meeting this afternoon. They're waiting for you at Castlebrook. I'll have Debbie arrange a car in 10 minutes for you."
A forced, 'thanks', was all I could muster. I hung up and took a quick look at my hair and makeup. A fresh swipe of cherry-red lipstick made a big difference as I smiled to myself.
'Might as well make the best of it,' I thought. 'I'm sure there will be cocktails.'
As the driver dropped me at Castlebrook, I stood up straight and walked in in my usual professional manner. Often the only female at staff meetings, I was used to having the men stand up when I entered the room. My chair was always pulled out for me. I rather enjoyed wearing something a little sexier when I knew I was to attend a staff meeting, although today I was wearing a navy suit with a skirt and light gray blouse. I wore simple pearl earrings and pumps. Not necessarily sexy, but definitely professional.
I opened the door to the conference room. The large oak table in the center of the room was surrounded by twenty or so high-backed chairs. It was straight out of a movie; with pitchers of water, leather notebooks, and fresh flowers in crystal vases.
I glanced for my boss, who strangely wasn't there. Neither was his boss. I then noticed that no one stood up with I arrived.
There was no empty seat either. Odd, I thought.
The lights dimmed. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I stood there, wondering what to do. I felt beads of sweat trickle down between my breasts.
"Hello," I offered, as calmly as I could.
Not a word.
I heard what sounded like music. At a staff meeting, I wondered? I noticed the men's ties were loose, and most had their jackets off. Kind of an informal staff meeting I guess?
As I moved toward the table, my purse and my briefcase were taken from me. In the same moment, arms lifted me up off the floor. In disbelief, I heard the music get louder and I heard someone say, "Let's get this show started!"
Show?? What show?? Get what started??
I was set on top of that huge table. I couldn't get free since the arms were still holding me down. I was pushed to the very end of the table, where the CEO usually sat. Instead, it was Sean sitting there.
I blinked hard. WTF was Sean doing there in the CEO's place?
He enjoyed my obvious discomfort. "Bring that bitch here," he barked. I tried to force myself to stay where I was on the table, but it was no use.
"Sean, what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?"
That wicked smile of his.
He said nothing, but pulled me by my legs closer to him. My skirt was pushed up on my legs, and he forced my legs on either side of him. I was pinned in place, inches from him. I was sure he could smell my sweat and sense my discomfort.
One of them men holding me on the table asked Sean if he was ready.
"Oh yeahhhh," he said. Now I felt fear. Before it was confusing and unsettling, not knowing what was happening. But now, looking onto Sean's eyes, seeing the signs of alcohol and smelling the scent of a cigar, I realized that I had been brought to a male-only celebration of sorts. Sean was sitting at the head of the table for a reason.
"Take off her blouse."
My jacket was taken, as was my silky blouse. I was bright red with embarrassment as the men undressed me. The whole time, Sean never broke eye contact, thoroughly enjoying my predicament. I felt a strong sexual undertone from him that I had never felt before. I only saw him as a hostile coworker of sorts, an immature guy who made decisions based primarily on his ego, not necessarily for the good of the company.
What I didn't know was that he was being celebrated for completing a project that stood to make the company millions. A project that my team and I did the development for. As was his nature, he finagled a way to take credit for months of my hard work, and turn it into another victory for himself.
The CEO spoke up, from the other end of the table.
"Sean here completed the Liberty Towers Project, and came in under budget. This is the most lucrative project we've ever had and he's deserving of a new office, new title and just about anything he could possibly want."
My jaw dropped and I sat inches away from my only enemy, unable to hide my disgust as well as my indignation that HE was getting accolades for MY work! I knew he contributed NOTHING to the project!
My attitude got the better of me. "WHAT? Sean had nothing to do with the Liberty Towers Project! I did that! That was MY project and you know it!" I screamed right at him, tiny drops of my spit landing on his face.
Not one person believed me. "Dan will tell you! He signed my status reviews and approved our overtime to get this done!"
But Dan wasn't there to back me up. Neither was Roger, his boss.
"How dare you, how DARE you take credit for my work!!"
If I was trying to get under Sean's skin, it wasn't working. The entire room seemed to be under Sean's spell. My impeccable reputation out the window, as I pleaded once again.
"I'm telling you!!"
I was forced flat on the table, my legs still straddling Sean. His hand took my panties aside and he shoved a cigar up inside me. "AHHH," I cried out. "Stop it!"
He took his time using that cigar as a dildo, fucking my pussy with it, the sounds of my wetness loud enough for them to hear. He smiled as he brought that cigar to his mouth and sucked my wetness from it. "So good, slut," he purred.
Someone else wanted a taste. Sean fucked me harder with it now, my slurping even more obvious.
He passed the cigar around. While someone else was licking my juices from it, Sean took three fingers and shoved them up inside me. "I knew you'd be wet and horny for me. You are such a fucking slut. Always trying to one-up me, but you never will. You'll never get the better of me, cunt."
The shame stung so badly. I was mortified to be exposed on the table, while Sean took full advantage of his position to humiliate me as much as possible.
He made me roll over and had my head at the end of the table.
"You know what to do, baby."
In absolute horror, I scrambled to get up. There was no way I was going to let this go any further. I could not believe he got away with what he did, but I was damned if I was going to have his cock forced down my throat.
Fists in my hair, yanking my head down. I fought to keep my head up, but before I could resist, I could see that he dropped his pants in front of me.
