"Well, we're finally getting started on my men's toilet block idea at gay play!" announced a breezy Mary entering the main game office, Helen's domain.
"You're idea?" spluttered Helen. "Four shit bowls in a 2.5 sized fibro encased cubicle? Discounted reflector paint on stained urinal backing for mirrors? Ring a bell? Hello?
"Oh yeah, I said that you were clever Ma'am."
Mary decides to hold her spacial fraction observation for a moment.
"Well thank you my little toilet seat. Oh no, I've collided my pet name for you with designing men's shithouses! Quick grab a space cookie from the kitchen darl I need to zone this imagery out of my brain fast!" Helen garbled waving her arms in the air.
"Here boss have one of my home baked minis. I always carry some in my purse." Mary reached into her handbag.
That explains a lot, Helen thought, a wry smile coming across her face.
"But straight men only being 6.4% of the total population that I deduced from the raw data helped you get there didn't it Ma'am?
"Yes it did babe, you're very fast with numbers aren't you?" acknowledged Helen before taking the cookie whole into her mouth.
"I don't think it's that high either Ma'am. Doesn't tally with the female figures."
"Tell me more sweet abacus." Helen was chilin'.
"Well, only 4% of Women are still straight. Doesn't say if they're active. The 18% bi could include women just watching men fuck each other! You know like when we put on those vids from the gay play room security tape and Jane goes nuts?"
"Fascinating, Ooh I like this cookie babe" Helen was cruising the clouds.
"And when you take into account dating service participation numbers and subsequent successful matches you're getting between 10% and 50% of that 6.4% having regular sex with women." Mary concluded.
"10%! That's 0.64! That's extinction, Mary!" Helen had crashed to earth with that nugget of information.
"Yeah well, I reckon it's 2.13% using the rule of thirds, 30% match rate.
Haha, put it together with rounding off and you get this year, 2064! How good's that boss!" Mary was going full OCD on the number crunching!
"That's still extinction in my book. What's this 27% of men being straight palava then you think Mary?"
"Well I'm thinking that's the amount left that were straight and still want to be, but if they need a fuck are going up a man or tran ass most of the time. To put it bluntly, Ma'am. They are just clinging to the past with their census returns."
"Invaluable information sweet. Let's change the topic I'm feeling really good now hun. Thanks for that cake."
"My pleasure. Why is Sue-Ellen so mean to Jane you think Helen?" Mary thought this might be the time to open the curtain on that little mystery show.
"Sue-Ellen's not mean to Jane. They've been a couple for years! Suppose she can be catty at times." Helen admitted.
"Well Jane tells me a lot and it sounds abusive to me." insisted Mary.
"Hang on. Do you tell Jane about us?"
"Nah, Just that I love getting goldens from you. And my oral worship. Stuff like that." Mary cheerfully said outing their whole water sports, dom/sub scenario.
"You told her that? Fuck!"
"But I do love it, Helen."
"OK, you better give me everything ya got on what Sue-Ellen's been doing to Jane, in detail. "
Helen had been brought in from outside the company to become President following incorporation. Sue-Ellen as Corporate Secretary and Treasurer had been expected to get the gig. Been tense ever since between the two.
Not helped by Helen's gift of turning the vaguest of idea embryos into rivers of innovation gold. As again exampled by this fast-track repurposing of redundant urinals into shithouse mirrors for the men.
"OK, well Jane says she gets treated as if she's a faggot. You know how Sue-Ellen talks about them, the poo-jabbing faggots, and all that filthy stuff she projects?
Jane gets the sub-les version of that with a ten-by-six black strap-on every night. Sometimes for hours." Mary blurted out.
"Does she rough her up Mary?"
"No no nothing like that. Just full on verbal and relentless ass pounding."
"She takes six inch girth up the backdoor? Holy Mother of Mary!"
"Nah my mum's not interested. She's a bit like me." Mary clarified.
"And I love you being you Mary." Helen was so protective of her little subby girl. So vanilla.
Thanks Boss, love you too. So you're not mad at me about the golden stuff?"
"Well look everyone knows what your like. I mean you serviced half the office at last year's Christmas Party!"
"I would have done everyone but I got stuck on a few towards the end. Think I was a bit tipsy."
"Indeed." Helen coughed.
"I'll just deflect anything about you getting showered regularly as a fantasy and leave it hanging like that. But I think this Sue-Ellen behavior is interesting. Sounds like she's acting out. Could be projecting her fantasy onto Jane." Helen mused out loud.
"Oh she is. She's fucking her like a man would fuck a faggot Boss!" Mary was really worried about this, clearly.
"I think Sue-Ellen might want to be that faggot, Mary."
"You like my cake, Madam President?"
Helen went and sat in the big chair, "Undo my skirt luv. Do your thing hun."
The Boss was in tripped out heaven.
Mary unzipped Helen's skirt, removed her panties, and motioned those legs to keep voluntarily opening to reveal the soon to be only felt heavenly auburn bush of golden delight. What a sight! What a smell! What a taste!
Pushing her face up and down, across and back, Mary inhaled deeply. Rubbing her nose on her boss's clit. Big long tongue strokes across labia lips. Mary made love to Helen's vagina as a Deity. French kissing vulva. Mary was going to have hours down there with cake help. She must cultivate this, augment this into their lovemaking.
"That's it, babe. Fuck yeah! Wet down there?" Helen thrust upwards twice quickly in two motions. Mary rolled to her left grasping Helen's butt cheeks and forced her Goddess's cunt hard into her face.
In what was a two hour unbroken mouth to pussy session, they had finished up on the settee after Mary had guided Helen's walk there backward, whilst still on her knees and still having her face firmly planted in the bush of take.
"Oh yeah, now that's a face wash! Thanks, Boss. You really look after me."
Helen laughed. "I've been orgasmic for two hours! How did you not drown? That was fantastic babe. Come again. Oh, that's right you never cum do you?"
"You know I do Ma'am. The scissors when we do that. And I wank a lot! Bit poofy that isn't it Boss?" Mary seemed a bit ashamed.
