Office Misconduct

Chapter 7

Già leaned forward and poured what was left of her water into the half dead plant on her desk. 'I'm not so sure you have been pardoned.' She lifted the leaves and wiped them with a napkin to remove the dust.

She looked for her bag at the side of her desk. She slapped her palm on her desk, it was still in that bathroom. Did she have time to find that bathroom? Would her card open the office to get to the bathroom?

She was going to need paper and pens for this meeting at the very least. She sat back and pulled out the desk drawer, slipped her hand in and pulled out a ballpoint pen. "Ah success." She shut the drawer and sighed. What she really wanted was to go home and soak her sore ass in the tub. 'How mad would he be if I skipped it?' She laughed, she probably wouldn't be able to sit for a month. He'd probably blame the bitch and punish her. Già curled her fingers into her palm, it was hard to get the image of the bitch's lips wrapped around his cock out of her head, but even more so that look in his eyes when he knew Gia had been watching.

Già stood, groaning, she stretched her hands over her head, her skirt rode up her sensitive ass. She was not looking forward to the meeting. She looked around her office. A few paintings would need to be replaced. She would request a bookcase. She felt the napkins slip down her leg. "Fuck, I'm going to need a drawer for panties."

After Sam glided out with all his confidence, Già sighed and refocused on her time. She needed her bag and did not want him knowing she had left it there. His question of whether she was jealous almost infuriated her. 'Was I?' She asked herself. Unsure of how to even provide herself with an answer. She did enjoy watching him manhandle the bitch and face fuck her, that much she was sure of. "Oh yes, that bag, and he is heading to his office now, I need to see if this badge," she tapped it into her fingers then slid it into her palm, "will get me in."

She exited the office and turned towards the hallway, once again passing Patricia's office and suddenly heard Sam closing his door down his hallway and was going to notice her walking past and would wonder what she was doing or where she was going. She took the turn into the unisex bathroom, listening for visitors and was about to turn into the girl's section when she heard two voices in the male section.

"Jimmy!" One voice called out. "I barely see you around, except for our staff meetings, how's it going?"

The other voice, must be 'Jimmy' as he responded, "we all have our 'tasks' as bossman calls them. Hey, while I have you here, what did you think of that odd NDA Sam made us read and sign? I am NOT telling my girlfriend about what Sam discussed with me during his initial 're-interview.'"

Già listened intently as she turned into the stalls, leaning her head around the wall to hear what the other man would say. 'Noted, Jimmy has a girlfriend...'

The other voice, a chuckle heard before he responded, "yeah, nor my wife for that matter. Given what our project is, I can almost lay bets on what he has up his bad boy sleeves. I am pretty sure that is why corporate hired you, would I be wrong in this assessment?"

Già was still not sure what this project is and was glad she turned in here, learning about these two men, wishing the other would mention his name.

Jimmy replied, zippers heard being adjusted and water washing hands and hand dryers going on. "I'm not positive, you could be right, Adam, but I am waiting on directions..."

The hand dryers muffled the remains of their voices, Già turned back in and waited for them to exit, as she hoped Sam had walked past by now.

The two men exited and she quickly followed, turned into Sam's executive hallway and stopped by the assistant's door, feet firmly planted and inhaled, 'God, please let this work...'. She slid the card while holding her breath, the light lit green, she almost screamed her excitement, opened the door, found her way into the adjoining bathroom, found her bag, pulled out her phone, notifications filling the page from her blackmailer, calls and texts. She inhaled again, unlocked the phone, texted back, "I am in, please do not text or call me during office hours, I have people to meet and schedules to follow or I get..." 'Punished' was the word she was about to type, then giggled, as that was exactly what she was going to earn. Instead she finished with, "talked to." If that did not put an end to those calls and texts, she will have to call them later to have an understanding of what she was working with. She dropped the phone back into her bag and flew out into the hallway just in time to see the staff entering a room almost directly across from the bathrooms. 'That must be where I go.' Patricia and her puppy were in tow with this group.

Già slipped in behind them, glad she found her pad, since each person had portables with them, she would have to bring hers to the next meeting. She was taking notes anyway.

The meeting room was elongated, windows on two sides, a wall to her right shoulder as Già looked for guidance on where to sit. Comfortable chairs surrounding the elongated table, Sam was right there in the middle. A projector aimed to the wall with the agenda lighting up the room. Sam caught her attention and motioned for her to sit beside him. She adjusted her skirt, making sure it was flat down against her backside, smiled and joined him, seating herself, pad and pen flat on her lap. Sam had triggered a remote as the shades were closed, the room darkened and silence gave in to the hum of the ceiling projector. The next thing that startled and broke the silence was Sam's booming voice.

"Welcome everyone, glad everyone could make it on time today, as you can see we have a full agenda," Sam said to the team. "We've finally completed the open requisitions for this team and progress moving forward is each of our goals." Sam leaned over his laptop, tented his fingers and looked at each of them as he continued. "Each of you will meet with our newest member, there are no exceptions. Once you present your status today, you will look at her and give her a warm welcome and a sentence or two of what you will need from her for YOU to succeed in your role. She needs to hit the ground running and get us ahead of schedule." Sam then stood, his hulking figure next to Già, he turned to her, shocked her with his palm out towards her, motioning her to stand.

'Damn if that smile of his looks so naughty,' Già thought to herself, placing the pad and pen onto the table, taking his large hand in hers, pushing the cushioned, comfortable seat away from her still raw cheeks.

Già stood, everyone's eyes were on her. Fighting the urge to sit down again. She squared her shoulders and stared back at them. Some nodded at her, Mark offered her a smile and an encouraging wave. The bitch and the puppy sat with their arms folded across their chests. She was fully aware of the man beside her, his eyes were focused on her.

Although Sam released her hand while they stood side by side, his touch did not stop there, he had slid behind her back slowly moving down to her skirt as he addressed the audience. "Team, this is Già Modero, our new Logistics Operations Manager, you will find that she is attentive and focused, she fully understands our priority in meeting our goals."

His fingers drew up the fabric of her skirt, the room was dark and all eyes on him, only lit by the projector light on the wall. He touched the bareness of her butt, a tickling touch from cheek to cheek. He could still feel the heat from the spanks as he deliberately moved from side to side and dipped into her crease.

He looked at her directly, "Già will be working side by side with you to fully understand your supply chain and assure us that all of what we need meets our deadlines."

Two fingers from this wandering hand were now aiming to spread her cheeks, over her pussy lips and were now hooking inwards to spread those petals and glide inside.

"She, like each of you, fully understands the results of not meeting our tasks." As he gazed down at her, her eyes and trembling lips were all they saw, what he felt was heat and dripping desire from her pussy walls. As soon as he had gotten her wet and shaking, it stopped just as quickly as he withdrew his fingers.

"Now let's get this meeting started and I have a final word before we adjourn." He sat, she was unsure of what to do, but eventually joined him back into her seat, that glare from her eyes alone made him growl under his breath. He clicked the projector, moving each set of eyes onto the screen, allowing Sam to lick these fingers clean while she watched him savor her juices into his bearded lips.

Sam passed the remote to the first presenter, so they could move from slide to slide. Each person summarized their goals and objective status, directed their attention to Già to welcome her, then directed her where to meet them and what their immediate needs were. He watched as Già wrote notes onto a pad, clearly not used to bringing in her laptop, she was shaking a little as each person presented. Unaware of him as her eyes went from person to person, scribbling out her notes, she suddenly felt his hand again on her thigh, under her skirt, keeping her eyes forward, not making it apparent to anyone else, he landed his middle finger directly over her clit, pressure added, she leaned forward into her chair directed into his rubbing, probing finger. His dark gaze was on her face as she bit into her lower lip.

Già groaned, she was determined not to look at him. His finger worked over her clit. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips into him. His finger and her thighs were soaked in her excitement. Someone was talking to her, she opened her eyes and forced herself to pay attention. She arched in her chair, her hard nipples ached. She felt restricted in her clothes.

"Mmhm," she murmured, not sure what she was agreeing to at this time. Her breath hitched, she grabbed the edge of the table briefly entertaining the thought of him bending her over it and fucking her in the middle of the meeting. She groaned, he tapped over her clit. She nearly jumped out of her chair as his finger wiggled inside her. This was nuts, he was holding a meeting while fingering her and she was so close to cumming.

Rachel, at least she thought that was the name of the petite brunette, asked her a question. "I'm sorry," Già stammered. "Could you please repeat that?" Già felt lightheaded, her orgasm building, she was panting now. She danced on the edge of release, then he pulled his finger from her and dropped his hand on her thigh. She wanted to scream to beg him not to stop as she came crashing down. She had been so close. She turned to glare at him, he patted her thigh as he looked forward. She was sure she saw a smile slip over his lips.

Rachel was trying to get her attention. Già blinked, turned towards Rachel. " I.. I," Già stopped. Fuck, his hand tightened over her thigh, his wet fingers thumped along her inner thigh. She swallowed around the lump in her throat. He knew what he was doing to her. "I'm sorry Rachel, I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment. Could you please repeat your question again?"

Rachel laughed, "I was asking if we could get together tomorrow after lunch. I have meetings until then."

"Oh, ok." Già nodded. Words were hard to come by right now. She really needed to get away and think. She needed to get away from him but at the same time she wanted more, needed more.

Sam watched the interaction with slight amusement, his finger work inside of her pussy, bent along her clit. He had to muffle a laugh when Già used the word, 'overwhelmed'. He could sense she was close, swiftly removed his hand and out of his right pocket, withdrew the bundled fabric and once again, was over her pussy with it, folding it over her wet petals, He was about to stand, when he turned to Già and whispers, "I want those panties back when you finish soaking them." He stood, left her very own panties slipped into her slit, addressing the team once again.

"We have our work cut out for us, I want to thank each of you for staying on task. Focus is important." To Già's shock he picked up her pad, waved it around the room. "Già took notes from each of you, I am sure progress is going to present itself soon." He placed the notepad back before her while he took the remote from Rachel, clicked to the next slide which broadcasted his last agenda item.

"Now that we have our last staff member, I wanted us to get to know each other better and this Wednesday we will have a pajama, massage, playful time with each other. It is a day to celebrate and focus on team building. Your task...." Everyone laughed or giggled at his wording. "... is to come back on Thursday fully motivated and moving things along with a sense of urgency. There will be NO talk of work, your goal is pure pleasure and having a great time. An open bar and food will be served for breakfast and lunch. You can stay as late as you wish and use the facilities, but I want you back on time the following day. Our final presenter will be Già herself. I wanted her to provide the team with a story about herself, hopefully, something enticing for us to learn more about her. Già?" He sat back down and leaned back, knowing fully he had just jolted her first experience in her first staff meeting.

Già didn't trust herself to stand, her panties were wedged between her legs. Her breath was still raspy and uneven. She gathered her notebook from the table, shoved it into her bag. She knew she looked dumb writing everything in a notebook rather than a laptop, but she had her reasons. Laptops could be compromised, notebooks could be burned.

Fuck, she had forgotten about the life story, she shot him a heated look. He really expected her to act as if nothing had happened for the last hour? She slowly stood, testing her shaky legs. When she found she could stand, she exhaled and looked around the table.

"As you all know by now, I'm Già Modero. I was told a little more than an hour ago that I was to share a personal story with you. Già paused, her eyes drifted as if looking back into the past. "For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to make the world a better place. I had big dreams when I was younger of making that happen by baking chocolate chip cookies for everyone." Everyone laughed. Già smiled. "I realized it was going to take a lot of cookies so I changed course." She bit back the words forming in her head. "I went to college to study something I could use to contribute to a better world."

'I was going to work in my family's business,' she wanted to tell them. 'I was set to step into it until I met that awful woman, who completely fucked over my life.'

Three weeks ago, Già was staring at her diploma. She had done it. Although she had switched majors mid-way she had managed to graduate in time. She was looking forward to joining her parents at work. Students and faculty were mingling about, she was alone, having accomplished something even her parents had not thought possible and left her there to celebrate on her own.

A woman's voice behind her, jolted Già out of her gaze at the plaque. "You must be very proud. It's quite an accomplishment Gia." Già turned and looked, the voice belonged to a raven-haired woman, standing tall and formally dressed. Già raised her hand, shading her eyes from the sun. The woman was not much taller than Già. Whoever this woman was, she was not familiar with her presence on this campus.

"Yes, I am," Già smiled, rolling the plaque and holding it against her chest.

The woman guided Già to a bench in the courtyard, sitting and patting the bench for her to sit. Her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses. Già's brows raised at this unfamiliar woman but the woman knew her name so she must have run across her on campus. Già sat as offered, leaned forward. "I'm sorry, but do I know you? I don't remember meeting you before." Già giggled nervously. She did not want to come off as stand-offish, appreciating the attention on her accomplished graduation from someone, anyone. Not even Lily was able to attend.

The woman smiled. "Yes, you will do nicely," She said.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" Già asked.

The woman dropped her smile and laid a hand over an envelope she held on her lap. She picked it up and placed it across Già's lap, lowering her sunglasses and folding them into her hands and held them where once this envelope was.

"I think this will explain things. Open it." It was not a request. The woman's eyes were on Già's face, her brown eyes were hard, her lips turned up into a snarl. Già sat back against the bench, leaned forward to pick her purse off the ground, slung the strap over her shoulder, stood up while her left hand swung the envelope back towards this woman. She had no idea what was up with this woman but she was finished with this stranger's interaction.

"Sit DOWN!" The woman hissed, making no attempt to take back the envelope from Già's grasp. She noticed Già hesitating and repeated, "I said sit down." The words were drawn out as if she were talking to a child. Già sat back down. "Now open the envelope like you were told." The woman's voice was eerily calm. Già reached for the envelope, her hands shook as she tore it open. She pulled out the folded sheets. She looked at the woman, the woman nodded. Già opened the sheets and read.

Despite the sun shining bright overhead, she felt cold. The words swam in her tears. "This is not true," she barely got the words out before the wave of dizziness hit her.

The woman shrugged, "Does it matter? I can make it all go away, as if it never happened." Già looked up, the woman's lips were twisted into a crooked smile. "I just need you to do something for me.... first."

Già blinked back the tears, she felt the heat rise within her, she crumpled the papers in her hand. "Who the fuck are you and why are you feeding me these lies?"

The woman sat back and laughed. "Oh yes, he's going to LOVE you. You have spirit." Her confidence showed as she crossed her legs, her glasses held now in one hand and draped her other arm behind Già's back, using her fingers to play into Già's long, red hair.

Già wrinkled her brow. What was this crazy woman talking about? "I think you better leave and take your lies with you." Già threw the crumpled paper ball at her. She pulled her hair away from her fingers, clearly agitated and scared out of her mind.

The woman caught it, smoothed it out and dropped the pages back on her lap. She slapped the papers over her legs, Già jumped. "Now listen here you stupid cunt, unless you want Mommy and Daddy to spend the rest of their Golden years in prison, you are going to hear me out and do what I say." She had hissed these words out towards this young woman's face, not dropping her glare.

Già's eyes narrowed. She curled her fingers into her palms welcoming the pain as her nails bit into her skin. She wanted to reach across and punch this woman in the face. "I'm not helping you. Now get the fuck out of here."

The woman leaned across and grabbed Gia's chin, pulling her towards her. "I don't think you understand the situation." She sighed. "And they said you were so smart, but right now you are being pretty fucking stupid. If you want Mommy and Daddy around to bounce your future brats on their knees," she tightened her grip on Già's face til Già's lips pursed, "you will do as I say, it's not that hard for a smart girl like you." She squeezed Già's chin until she yelped, then released her pushing her chin to turn.

Già quickly turned back, eyes blazing, rubbed her chin, "what the fuck do you want?"

"That's better," the woman purred, tapping her impatient fingers on the wrinkled paper. "I knew you would come to your senses." Già watched as the woman pulled out another sheet of paper. "You are to apply for this position...and you had better get this job."