“There, that’s my good girl,” He said, rubbing his hands back and forth between her breasts. “So, first things first, I want you to see if you can fit under my desk.”
“Da-, I mean, sorry?” She asked, her pretty eyebrows raised.
He waved at the space under the big desk. “Just scoot down there, honey. Kneel down there and face me. That’s it.”
Hayley felt very strange under the desk, looking up at her father’s smiling face, smelling the wood of the desk and her father’s shoe polish. The carpet was surprisingly soft on her knees.
“Now here you go,” He was holding something out to her. “Take this.”
“Its an iPod.” She said, turning it over.
“Yes, honey,” He said. “I heard that listening to music will improve your sucking ability. Now when I tell you to, put the headphones in and start sucking. Don’t stop until I give you the signal. I’ll tap you on the head, three times.”
“Oh,” She said, bewildered. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He said gently. Hayley looked up at him while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. She was surprised to see that it wasn’t swollen at all, just hanging limply. The end still looked wet from when she’d sucked it earlier.
“Its not even swollen, though.” She complained.
“Its about to get swollen, honey,” He said. “Now put the headphones on and get started.”
Hayley put the headphones in her ears, surprised by the loud classical music already playing. It really was very loud, so that when her father said something, she couldn’t hear him. Before she could take them out he scooted the chair forward and waved the drooping penis at her. In the gloom under the desk Hayley took hold of the appendage and started slurping it into her mouth, amazed as it began getting swollen. She should have known better than to doubt her own father!
“Oh yeah, suck my cock.” Bernie groaned, confident she couldn’t hear him. His crazy, dangerous plan was one step closer to completion. He laughed aloud as he felt himself stiffening up in her mouth. Jesus, he hadn’t done any work yet today, hadn’t even looked in his in-tray.
If he had, he would have seen a memo on the top of the pile. It said ‘Candee Cameron, discipline meeting, this morning’.
***
Wherever Candee Cameron went in the building, heads turned. Women frowned, men raised their eyebrows. She was the infamous celebrity of the firm, the veteran of many disciplinary meetings, always in trouble but never fired, always the subject of whispered gossip and outrageous conjecture.
Well, not that outrageous, she would have said.
Candee wasn’t very tall and she wasn’t very thin, either. Her waist kind of cinched in and became very briefly narrow, between the astounding curves of her hips and the jiggling swell of her full breasts. She had a tendency to wear outfits that made the most of this figure, like the tight black dress she was wearing as she sashayed through the Accounts Department. Her hair was a lovely spill of dark red, her skin fair and flawless, her lips and long fingernails red also, as were her stiletto heels.
Candee strutted up to one particular desk outside a closed office door and looked down haughtily on the dumpy woman seated behind it. Fuck, she thought, they let all sorts of freaks work in here.
When the fat bitch didn’t notice her, Candee drummed her nails on the desk loudly.
“Oh, hello,” The lard tub smiled at her. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah, sure,” Candee snapped. “Look, I’ve gotta see Holloway.”
“Oh, do you have an appointment?”
“I just got told to come up here and see him, alright?”
The woman looked taken aback by her tone. I’ll show you bitch, Candee thought.
“Well, I’m afraid he’s busy right now,” The fatty said, her smile gone. “He’s showing around a new assistant.”
“Well, I’ve got to see him. Now.”
“Can I get him to call you when its convenient? Excuse me, I said he’s busy!”
“Its alright, okay?” Candee snapped, already shoving open the office door. Holloway started and looked up from behind his desk, his fat face already grossing Candee out. Jesus, they should call it the Fat Department, she thought.
“Oh, well, yes,” Holloway babbled, his face red. “What can I do, uh, for you?”
Candee strode in and flicked the door shut behind her, ignoring the bleating of the frumpy thing outside. She saw that she was going to get the upper hand easily. Holloway was already running his eyes over her curves, already looking sweaty and red-faced. Fucking hell, she thought, he already looks like he’s getting fucked.
She pulled a chair over and sat across from him, crossing her legs provocatively, smiling when he looked down there.
“So, uh,” He swallowed. “What, uh, can I do for you, Candee?”
She stared at him for a minute. “I just got told to come up and see you.”
“Well, uh, what was it, ungh,” His eyes closed for a second. “What’s it about?”
Shit, what’s wrong with this guy, she thought.
“Well, I think Mr Corby wants you to tell me I’ve been bad.” She said in her cutesy little girl voice.
“Oh, um,” The fat guy stammered. “Well, why is that?”
She huffed impatiently. “Look, let’s cut to the chase, huh? What’s it gonna be this time?”
“What do you mean?” He gabbled.
“Shit,” She said, glaring. “Every time I get in the shit, I get sent to one of you guys. There’s only so many times I can go through the crap before it gets boring, y’know? So how about you just tell me what you want and we’ll call it a day?”
“What do you mean?” He repeated stupidly, his jowls all sweaty.
“Look, I’ll suck your dick, okay?” Holloway goggled at her, eyes bugging out of his red face. “Can I keep my job if I do that?”
“Um, hmm, well, Candee,” He managed, closing his eyes briefly again. “Candee, I think, uh, we should keep this professional, okay?”
“Are you serious?” She scoffed. “What’s your problem, huh?”
“Well, uh, Candee-”
“Are you gay?” She interrupted.
“No!” He blustered. “No, I, uh, just think that, ah, we, oooh.”