Later that evening.
The vibrant hum of conversation and sensual jazz did little to relax Dean as he took another sip of his zero-calorie cocktail. He scanned the room while listening to Mary rattle on about some problem in accounting then forced his attention back to her in an effort to show interest.
Mary was sitting next to him; a little closer than he would like. Her first two drinks had gotten her talking and her genuine passion had begun to shine through. As usual, her stories were about some petty office politics which he found interminably dull. Unfamiliar accounting terms were thrown around, but he did his best to nod at the important points.
He was the only male sitting at a table with five senior employees, any of whom could put in a good word for him with Riya. Especially Mary, who had been causing Riya some problems with upper management ever since she stuck her neck out to get him hired. Dean had noticed that Riya was quite agreeable to Mary's requests as a result, which was no small feat.
Their faces responded with confident understanding as Mary continued venting her frustrations about the junior staff. Dean did his best to understand, but knew that the jargon was beyond him.
For a moment, he regretted accepting the offer for drinks. While taking a bigger sip of his cocktail, he reminded himself to focus on getting on Mary's good side.
Mary told a joke about Brent filing some invoices incorrectly and Dean laughed on queue. He felt guilty for undermining the new receptionist, especially since he had trained Brent himself.
She smiled proudly at Dean; pleased that she had made him laugh. He felt a knot in his stomach when he saw a spark of desire reveal itself in her eyes for an instant.
"Alright ladies, this one's on me," Mary announced, "Hurry up and finish your drink Dean. No falling behind."
She encouraged him with a hand on his lower back.
The other four ladies at the table responded with a cheer as he downed the last third of his glass.
"Good boy! Same again honey," she said confidently.
This would be Dean's third trip to the bar to fetch a round of drinks. The ladies reassured him that the bar manager would always serve hot boys first, so it was just easier for everyone if he did the leg work.
This time, instead of handing him the one hundred credit bill, she slid it down the front of his elastic leggings, in the sensitive navel area between the lowest contours of his abs and the base of his cock's shaft. The note nestled snuggly in the hard depression in the front of his hips which made his athletic V-shape below his abs. She continued pushing it along the hard contour that lead the way to his most intimate offering. The note slid into his waistband until one end touched the hidden base of his young cock.
The table erupted in laughter as they watched the face of the great Eleanor Primrose, rub against his bare skin.
Dean got up and yanked it from his waistband with a playful smirk.
"You're incorrigible Mary!" he huffed playfully, eliciting even bigger cackles from the accounting department.
None of the ladies could resist a glance at Dean's round buttocks jiggling firmly as he walked away. They were presented beautifully by his tight elastic work trousers.
After the ladies had lost sight of him in the crowd, Diane broke the silence, "You gonna have a ride on that tonight, Mary?"
"Oh my Goddess, Diane," Rebecca blurted out with closed eyes.
"Oh come on, you were all thinking it," Diane added, "You've got him all firm for you, boss."
"Firm for a promotion more like it," Ashley corrected with a furrowed brow.
"I don't think he's in chastity, you oughta' go for the kill!" Diane smirked.
"Are you sure? Those SS boys seem to prefer being locked," Rebecca said, "And some of those devices are pretty stealthy."
"You would know Becca. Your roommate told me all about your little hobby last week," Mary said.
"Haha! What!?" Kate chimed in.
"The design of male discipline devices," Ashley said.
Kate's mouth hung open.
"For, you know, healthier relationships," she added mischievously.
"Go on!" Kate bellowed comically, eliciting raucous laughter from the table.
"First of all, I needed to do something with my engineering degree," Rebecca shrugged innocently, "And they aren't for discipline, they're safety systems. Some of the technology is just incredible. There is so much innovation in that space."
"Bring on the cunnilingus revolution!" Ashley raised her glass.
The table erupted in laughter. Kate leaned back clapping her hands and Mary covered her mouth in a futile attempt at keeping her drink inside, only making the cackling more hysterical.
"Sounds good to me," Fiona spoke up, "Take away the male vote and we'll be set."
"Wow, now now," Mary said, "Careful with that political talk around our boy."
"Hahaha, yeah. Eleanor was telling me that he's been a bit of male rights nuisance lately," Ashley said.
"Yeah, he's not like Brent. He does have some reactionary tendencies," Mary said.
"Brent told me he's voting femme lib, so he's more my type," Fiona said.
Ashley nodded.
"What happened to Dean anyway, I thought that he was quite religious?" Diane said.
"Got bitter when his real career went south," Fiona said.
"His real one?" Kate smiled quizzically.
