Helen unwittingly exposes herself at work and is manipulated to service her boss and clients. Just when she believes her torment has ended she is accosted by a stag party
(This is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. All the characters are above 18.)
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I was having the worst day of my life
But before I tell you about my shitshow of a day let me introduce myself - My name is Helen and I work as an executive assistant to a 70-year-old business magnate Marc.
The job is demanding and Marc is a confirmed lecher who rubs up against me all the time but the pay is good and I even get good commissions when I bring clients through my sorority and college contacts. Moreover, I desperately need the job because I am drowning in student debt and also trying to save our farm from bank foreclosure back home.
Today I woke up with great optimism because today my boss was about to sign a major deal with one of the clients I had bought in. We had set up a meeting at our office and if this deal came through the commission would solve all my financial troubles.
But as the first bad omen, I looked at the clock and gasped. I hardly had fifteen minutes to get ready. I took a 5 min shower and as I started to get dressed, noticed that I did not have a single bra or panty. They were all in laundry which my roommate had collected and taken out this morning. I knew she it would be afternoon before she came back.
I sighed and grabbed a light pink shirt and threw it on. I did not need a bra anyway because my boobs were quite perky. I always joked with my girlfriend's that it was my superpower. I had a generous D cup boobs that were creamy and beautifully curved but they still jutted out proudly, my nipples a deep cherry red and as big as ripe grapes also became taut at the slightest excuse like cold.
I also dug out an old thong that I had last worn to my wild trip to Cabo for spring break. Although the size was ok, the crotch was smaller than I remembered and see through. Then I had flaunted a brazilian but now I did not have time anymore. So, my thick black bush peeked from the sides.
I wore a dark pink jersey skirt instead of the formal ones because without the full coverage panty they would clearly outline my ass and the strings in the back. Although fitted, it was flowy and swished around my long legs drawing attention to my shapely calves. Also it drew attention away from my butt which is generously rounded and often bounced when I moved around in a hurry.
Thinking fast I improvised and wore a thick mandarine style jacket to hide my bralessness and after grabbing my bag rushed to the train.
Soon as I was getting out of the elevator at my office, some jerk collided against me and to my horror spilled his coffee all over my jacket. It was a thick jacket so none of the liquid seeped through but it left an ugly scar bang in the middle of my chest.
Cursing the guy, I moved into my office, peeled off the coat and with regret stuffed it into a spare garbage bag.
This floor only had my boss's office, my tiny office adjoined and a meeting hall.
I walked into the ensuite in my boss's office. To add to my troubles the lights were not working. Cursing under my breath I opened a window and in that weak light examined myself.
The shirt was tighter than I realised and clung revealingly to my curves. The fabric had rubbed my nipples and my oversensitive buds were rock hard and we're pushing through the shirt. It was embarrassing but still no one could tell that I was not wearing a bra. And the skirt seemed decent enough.
I brushed my jet black bobbed hair and applied a little bit of makeup and then it was time.
Then I went to the conference room and in the streak of my general luck today the AC was out and the room had just started to get warm. Soon it would be too hot and I would have to move my AV setup and all the files to another hall on another floor.
I felt a headache coming on and in the first real luck of the day I had a brainwave and opened the windows. Instantly the hall began to cool down.
Pleased, I moved by the elevators and stood waiting. Here also, the AC was not working and I opened the windows. Soon a sudden gust of air rushed in and blew my skirt right up in my face. As I struggled to get it down, I heard the lift doors open and saw Marc walk in with four clients and their lawyer.
Mortified, I pushed my skirt down and quickly closed the window. Although none of them commented, I was sure that they had an eyeful of my bush peeking from my thong. Also, as I was agitated my boobs were rising up and down with my fast breath and the blasted shirt clung revealingly to their curves.
After formal greetings we moved to the conference Hall.
With the windows open it was a bit chilly now and my nipples became even harder and started to push out quite aggressively. From the corner of my eye I could see Marc saying something to the lawyer and both of them smirking.
Marc sat at the head of the table and the clients sat on either side of him. I went to the other end of the table and got ready for the presentation. As soon I stood there realized that my spot was right next to a window and the gentle breeze was already fucking with my skirt. So I had to keep pushing it down throughout my presentation.
I was sure the clients and my lusty boss would enjoy a good peek at my thighs and my pussy as the wind got stronger and shivered in regret about my clothing choices.
Then it was time for the presentation and I switched on the giant screen. I stood on front of the screen as I knew it by heart and did not need references. We also had 2 focus lights in the ceiling right above me designed to be used for evening presentations so that the speaker had a kind of spotlight and they were also switched on.
As soon as the presentation switched on I could hear the sharp intake of breath all around me. I was gratified because the first slide showed potential returns on our joint investment and the figures were breathtaking.
I continued the presentation and it was a short fifteen minutes one. But the lawyer interrupted me a zillion times and the presentation dragged on for 2 fucking hours.
Then one of the cafeteria girls Millie came in with refreshments. As she served the clients and my boss, she looked at me strangely. Struggling to push my skirt down and answer questions at the same time I assumed she must have caught a peek of my pussy and blushed.
After 3 unbelievable hours the presentation was over. I waited with baited breath but I did not have to wait long because one of the clients stood up and accepted the deal.
Then Marc stood up and clapped. Uncharacteristically he moved up to me and congratulated me on the amazing presentation. I was shocked because Marc never shared credit.
But in the very next moment my surprise turned into disgust as Marc hugged me next. It was not a congratulatory hug but an excuse to push my breasts into his chest and to my shock, I felt his semi hard erection pressing into my crotch.
Then me and Marc stood in front of the screen, the lawyer snapped a photo of us together and laughing.
Marc turned to the clients and suggested that we should have a celebratory lunch and sign the contracts there. Marc asked me to fetch the contracts and accompany them to the restaurant. I nodded and followed him out. As my hands were full with files, I could only grab my mobile.
We got into the lift and it was a bit packed. As we stood shoulder to shoulder, I could feel a couple of thighs brushing against my sides and my ass and clutched the files tightly to my chest protectively.
As we waited for the car, I got a message from Millie. And as I read her message a mortified blush spread over my face.
