I could almost walk normally Tuesday, which was helpful considering I had a meeting with my bosses and their bosses, and I already limped enough without having a swollen bruised dick in my pants. My job was physical labor first and helping customers second, showing my bosses that I was sore as hell and barely able to walk was like asking for less hours.
The meeting was boring as usual. Don't get me wrong, I loved being paid for sitting in an air conditioned office while my regional manager's cute Asian secretary brought me drinks, but while everyone else talked about quarterly finances and what products went to which store, I was just trying to stay awake and keep my eyes out of my superiors' cleavage.
My direct supervisor, Bridget, sat to my right in a white V-neck cut so low that it left little to the imagination of what her pale pink b-cup bra with the little bow in the center looked like. She was in her late 20's, with long straight dishwater blond hair, a stern face that looked like it rarely saw a grin, and a long toned body that at first glance looked to be made of nothing but tanned muscle.
Across the corner from her sat Maria, the next link in the chain of command, who was probably a year or two younger, with wildly curly dark brown hair and more than a few more pounds on her short frame. The polo she had stretched over her sizable chest was completely unbuttoned and I couldn't help but notice how much her breasts shook when she talked.
It was hard not to get hard when even our district manager, a woman easily in her 40's, decided a sheer white blouse with most of the buttons undone was a good thing to wear to a meeting. I excused myself quietly when attention became centered on another district, at least if I could make it to a bathroom to adjust myself I could almost be comfortable while listening to talk that I had no interest or input in.
As I was leaving the restroom with a readjusted semi-erection, I nearly ran into the secretary that had been partially responsible for the trip there in the first place. "Oh, sorry." I smiled and attempted to step around her. I still grazed against her in the narrow hallway and took in a deep breath of her perfume; it smelled like pastries and with not-so subtle hints of rosemary.
She smiled and I couldn't help but notice how her nose wrinkled up and her large nearly black eyes squinted when she did. "Just had to get out for a second, huh?" she asked after we passed one another.
I turned and gestured toward the men's room. "Yeah, bathroom break." I took a moment to drink her in while I pointed. She was around 5'6(boosted somewhat by her heels), with a round face framed by shoulder length black hair with auburn highlights. The black slacks and dark blue blouse she wore did little to hide her curves. By the time my quick tour of her body was over I noticed she had started one of her own on me, but stopped just around my belt buckle. I cleared my throat softly and did my best not to blush. Her attention snapped back to my face and she grinned sheepishly and blushed herself. "Hey, it happens." I shrugged.
She rolled her eyes and smiled more. "I understand, really." She waved dismissively towards the office we had both just left and continued. "I think sometimes Clark only hires women who like to show their tits off." She said gesturing to her own swollen bouncing chest.
I thought for a second and decided she might be right. All of the managers were women, and most of them were bearing at least a little cleavage during the meeting. "You might be on to something there." I agreed and we shared a quick laugh, which led into a not-quite awkward silence. "I'm Jeremy, by the way." I said and offered my hand.
She took it gently and answered "Iris." And before I could get anything else out of my mouth she added "And I'm not going to go out with you. Sorry."
I limply dropped her hand and shrugged. "Well, if that's out of the way, I'm going back to the meeting." I told her and spun on my heel to return to being bored, and rejected. I quietly sat back down and attempted to pay attention. It wasn't long before I was daydreaming about Linzy, and planning my date with Mary the next night, neither of which were helping the bulge I at least had the table covering. Toward the end of the meeting, Bridget slid me a post-it telling me she needed to talk to me as soon as it was over. "So, what's up?" I asked her when everyone started filing out.
Bridget smiled at me, which concerned me more than if she had just kept her usual stone face, and pulled her laptop from its carrying case. "We need to talk about some of the things you've been doing at the Columbia store." She must've noticed my concern and pulled my chair closer to hers. "Relax," she told me and patted my arm while the laptop started up. "You aren't in trouble." She started sifting through a few computer folders as she spoke. "See, I'm pretty good friends with the security guys in that store, so I stopped this from going any further. At least this time I did."
Finally she found what she was looking for; two video files. Bridget started the first one and I knew what the second one was without having to see it. On her laptop's screen, from four different angles, I watched as I picked Shard up and pushed her against her car. We were still for a few moments, and then my hips started thrusting. "So... Am I fired?" I finally asked after watching Shard drop to her knees to swallow my cum.
Bridget smirked at me. "What, you don't want to watch the other movie?"
"Uh, let me guess," I retorted sarcastically "It stars a really skinny brunette and takes place behind the greenhouse on a stack of pallets?" Hell if I was going to be fired, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of appearing too worried about it.
She nodded and closed her laptop. "Like I said, you aren't in trouble." She repeated, then added "Yet." She stood and circled my chair slowly. "Maria and the store managers haven't seen the tapes." She explained from behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "If they did, though, you'd definitely be out of a job."
