ABBY & THE CEO 3: GETTING NOTICED

ABBY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 3: GETTING NOTICED

The months passed like a blur. It was a rush of learning and growing in the job, finding new connections in the business beyond the walls of the office or even the building. I continued to dedicate myself to the job performance but that really was all I knew. And, I continued to be flexible and willing to experiment when it came to sex in the office.

My first and second month evaluations turned out to be breezes. Sara sat me down in a conference room on the 5th floor and we talked. The time I spent early or late to make sure my tasks and assignments were always on schedule no matter how much distraction and time was created by the sexual elements of the job was noted. That, of course, complicated schedules as I became a favorite, especially among those with an interest or curiosity about Anal or double penetration or tormenting me with various vaginal and anal vibrators. It was thought to be an aberration, though.

The third month evaluation was the one that rocked me … in a positive way, thankfully. Sara and I met in the conference room, again. Sara was wearing her thigh-high stockings and heels, both black. I, of course, was completely naked, not even jewelry. We were meeting the day before my three month anniversary. I asked why and she said the probationary period would end with a meeting above Sara, usually with Ms. Benson, our Director.

“I don’t know what more I can say, Abby,” Sara eventually exclaimed. “A new employee in the group just shouldn’t preform at this level. I normally find at least several items to discuss on performance of the job, interoffice relations, phone etiquette, team work … any number of things. I’ve scoured the schedules and talked with people inside and outside the office you’ve worked with and I’m at a loss. I can’t find a single concern expressed or indicated by anyone and I can generally tell when people are covering for someone. That said, then, I want to caution you not to get a big head.” She paused, seemed to consider her next words, then looked at me deadly serious. “Abby, I’ve paid attention. I know there are days when you are requested for some form of sex that has totaled to three or four hours in a single day. I also know, we have trackers on the ID cards that tell us when the card comes and goes through those door, that those days you work late and come in early, presumably to stay on schedule. I’ve also noticed that you’ve assisted others with work when they haven’t had the same excuse.”

“Teamwork, ma’am.”

“Teamwork … yes. And, I … we … appreciate that attitude, Abby. But … I don’t want that effort from you to be a cause of burning you out. You’re going to do good things here, I’m certain of it, but not if you get burned out and want to leave.” She gazed at me intently. This was a point she wanted me to take to heart so I nodded my understanding. “I understand it can be hard when you have a personality like yours that wants to help others and share but sometimes that isn’t helping the other person if they aren’t pulling their weight.” She was right. It wasn’t easy. Eagerly providing assistance to others was always something that came naturally to me. “You are a very popular young woman, Abby. Your body is all sex and your face is all youthful sweetness. A devastating combination for the rest of us. The fact that you are as willing to pleasure a woman or man with the same enthusiasm adds to your popularity and demand. Which reminds me … as you know, I also survey the office on the sexual relationships. It is not a surprise when someone out there finds a person they aren’t as interested in being with or they just are not in the mood at times. To be crude, a woman might sometimes be so passive as to seem like a cum-dump, a hole to fuck. Sometimes, the mood just isn’t there.” She smiled and I understood. “I have not found a single person making that comment about you. Your enthusiasm and energy is constant. Abby, you just make everyone feel like being them is important. I should have known, I should have seen it coming. That gangbang on your first day should have warned me. But, you’ve handled the time problem at your expense.”

I leaned forward and caught her eyes drop as my breasts pressed into the edge of the table. “Ma’am, thank you, but I just love my job. The people in the office are great. And, I really can’t believe it myself, but my appetite for sex and experimentation hasn’t found a boundary.”

The next day I was called into Ms. Benson’s office. She was dressed in what I considered her uniform. If mine was currently nothing, hers seemed to be heels, stockings of some kind, and a shelf or open bra. After her review of the evaluation Sara had prepared, she fexplained that the evaluation would be kicked up to Mr. Peterson. Normally, the third month evaluation would stop at her but an evaluation that finds no fault would be questioned. Before we ended, I asked her something off topic.

“Ma’am, why aren’t managers given the freedom to wear something extra?” She looked at me puzzled. “Well, they are managers over a number of people, yet they wear just as little as the rest of us. For you, ma’am, wearing some form of exposing bra separates you from the rest and I don’t mean to minimize your position but there are so few women in management roles here. It seems the managers would benefit from the distinction, too.”

A couple hours later, I was called into Mr. Peterson’s office. Mary looked at me concerned but I shrugged and marched to his office to find Ms. Benson sitting there, too. I took the other visitor’s chair. Even after three months this situation still hit me. Sitting naked before a clothed man with his authority. It was instantly arousing. We talked for a few minutes with him asking similar questions and making similar comments I had received from both Sara and Ms. Benson. Then, it seemed he gave up on the pretense.

“Who are we kidding? None of us are surprised by this evaluation, Abby. It may only be three months but we all feel like we know this kind of performance is who you are.” He looked at Ms. Benson, then at me. “You understand, though, the expectation that puts on you? We don’t expect this to be a one-time deal. This is what we’ll be expecting from you.”

I nodded. “It is what I expect from myself, sir.” He nodded and smiled. He threw his signature at the bottom and slid it over to Ms. Benson.

Then, it was still. It was quiet but there was an expectancy in the room that wasn’t spoken. I stood and broke the silence. “Sir … ma’am … I feel like I’ve learned so much in a short time. I never expected to find such a fulfilling and challenging job AND such a stimulating working environment. I really want to thank you both for the privilege of working here.”

My Vice President looked at my Director and smiled. “She does have a way about her, doesn’t she? Suppose there’s a way she can properly thank us?”

The smile that form on Ms. Benson’s mouth was lusty. Mr. Peterson cleared off a portion of his desk as Ms. Benson stood and sat on the edge of the desk and scooted further onto the desk as Mr. Peterson rose to come around the desk. There was no question in my mind how they were intending me to show my expressed thanks. Mr. Peterson open his drawer and pulled out the tube of lubrication he now kept at the ready for me.

I met his eyes as he came around. The smile I gave him was honest and personal. I sank to my knees and began undoing his belt and slacks. As soon as I exposed his cock, I engulfed it with my mouth. I pulled off it and licked down the side. As did, I found Ms. Benson propped on her elbow watching with a lusty look as one hand fondled her own breast exposed by the shelf bra and the other stroking her pussy. I returned my full attention to Mr. Peterson’s cock, kissing and licking up the other side until my lips again were on his cock head. I took it back into my mouth as my hands stroked the remaining exposed cock and his balls.