We were a small department. All guys, we were all in our forties and fifties, and knew what we were doing. We'd been doing the job for years, decades in some cases. Our old boss had retired, and we'd been pretty much self managing these days. I figured they'd either promote one of us, or just leave us be- we were generally on the road a fair amount of the time anyway. So, you can imagine my disgust when they bring in this young girl, Sandy, who looked like a secretary, or a cheerleader or something, but not the manager of a team of engineers.
She blundered around, as new managers are wont to do, changing things that have worked for years purely to be seen to be changing things. She screwed around with our assignments, our schedules, everything. It had all worked fine for years, and now people were having to figure out new areas, new tasks, for no reason. I was pissed. Some of the older guys were talking about early retirement, or just waiting to be laid off.
I wasn't the only one who was unhappy. This young slip of a thing probably had degree in business management or an MBA or something, but in no way was she ready to manage half a dozen old farts like us. Upper management decided that what we needed was a team building exercise, so we were all sent off site to sing kumbaya and do trust falls or whatever the latest bullshit thing is these days.
We'd all talked "freely" as a group, and we'd found out that she was 24, recently married to her college sweet heart, and this was only her first real job. I figured she was someone's daughter or something, and she was going to quickly get promoted past us as part of her blessed life. Our executive vice president seemed to have really taken a shine to her, anyway.
After a long day of presentations and "brainstorming a mission statement" and other nonsense, us old dinosaurs had spent the evening in the bar, being summoned for some Earth friendly dinner, then back to the bar to just sit and talk. Management had to understand that they weren't invited, as they didn't come.
I knew my room was just a few doors down from Bob, the EVP,'s room (of course he'd come along... a few days away in the company? Not going to miss that,) so I was trying to be quiet getting from the elevator to the door of my room. Wouldn't want to wake him, after all. Anyway, just as I'm getting to my room, and have the key card in the slider, Bob's door opens, and Sandy comes stumbling out. I just about see Bob showing her out, and he's wearing a robe, and nothing else from the looks of it. The door closes, and she turns and looks at me.
Sandy looked shocked at seeing me, seeing her.
"It's not what it looks like," she says. I can small the faint, bleachy odor of cum.
"I don't know," I say, "what does it look like?"
My door is open now, and I start in.
"Can I talk to you?" she says.
"I don't know, can you?"
"Let's go in," she says, motioning at my room.
"Why, so people can see you coming out of my room and think you're fucking me too?"
She gave me a look. I sighed, and went into my room. She followed me in. Well, I thought, at least now we know how she got the job.
I sit on the bed, and she stands, leaning slightly against the dresser.
"What did you see?" she asks me.
"I saw you, all disheveled, coming out of Bob's room, and he's naked. And I can smell cum on you. What was I supposed to take away from that, other than you're having an affair with your boss?"
"I, uh..." she stammered.
"Are you having an affair with Bob?"
"No!"
"But you fucked him?"
