ABBY & THE CEO 8: THE STAFF MEETING

ABBY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 8: THE STAFF MEETING

“Good morning, Abby.”

I was bent over small piles of sorted documents for Mr. C’s staff meeting at 10:00. I glanced over my shoulder while remaining in position. I gave him a big smile. I had hoped this would time out like this. “Good morning, sir.”

He came around the side of my desk as I sorted the last of the documents in the piles. He pressed on the jeweled end of the butt-plug I decided to add today. “Love your outfit, as always.”

I stood and turned, quickly scanned the room past him, and gave him a kiss on the lips. Despite all the sex in the office, personal relationships weren’t common and I was still concerned about how others might perceive the relationship growing with both him and Mrs. C. My outfit … despite the change in dress code that allowed Director level women (only Ms. Benson, currently) to wear covering bra and panties, manager level to wear a bra that allowed exposure of the nipples, and all women to wear very sheer negligees and gowns that fully exposed them underneath, I still tended toward the previous standard of fully exposed. Now, instead of being the norm it was starkly contrasting. Today’s ‘outfit’ was white lace garter belt, white sheer stockings, white high heels, and a white lace choker. And, yes, the clear jeweled end of the butt-plug.

He turned to enter his office as I returned to the sorting. I distributed the documents around the conference room table, made sure the flat screen was on and ready for anyone who needed it to link up for a presentation or something to share. I would attend the meeting but would sit just behind him. I then returned to his office and poked my head inside.

“Anything I can do for you, sir? The conference room is ready for your meeting.”

He waved me in. “I’ve been thinking about your dress code ideas.” Pillow talk. I was always nervous about presenting too many ideas for fear of overstepping the relationship but that was where my relationship with Mrs. C came in effectively because I always discussed with her first. She knew her husband. I sat in a visitor chair opposite him, slowly crossing my legs to flash him my bald pussy. I could feel the moisture developing and frequently wondered at such times if he could detect it. This was one man I was always ready to fuck. Thank God Mrs. C was supportive.

“You’re bound and determined to alter the office, it would seem,” he continued with a chuckle. “I think you are right.” He slid a handwritten page to me and I began scanning it. “Does this capture all the points you made?” I told him it did. “Good. Would you please clean it up, make … four copies and have Peterson, Pam, and Dan come in for a quick meeting?”

Moments later, I brought the copies into his office and saw Ms. Benson and Dan walking together whispering. Probably wondering what the unscheduled meeting was about. Mr. Peterson was the last to enter and Mr. C passed to each of them a copy.

“Another change to the dress code?” Ms. Benson muttered it rather than actually asking the question. She was in the latest modified dress code of bra, panties, and stockings. There was a smile forming on her mouth.

“Yes,” Mr. C responded. “It’s been pointed out to me,” and everyone looked at me as I stood just to the side of Mr. C whose hand was lightly stroking the inside of my left thigh, “that everyone on the floor is horny to take the job and enjoy what happens but the policy has always been chauvinistic and it doesn’t have to be.” When it was clear they all had scanned, read, and digested the implications, “Anyone have concerns, objections, or questions?”

Mr. Peterson looked directly at me when he answered, “I think you are correct, Joe. This makes it fairer. What about the sex?”

Mr. C quickly responded, “This doesn’t change anything but dress, though I suspect the implication on sex will become more balanced, too.” They all nodded. Dan, the HR Director asked about timing. “This is Thursday … I suggest it take effect immediately for those allowed more clothing and Monday for those allowed less.”

Ms. Benson was all smiles, “Thank you, Joe. You know every woman here understood and accepted the conditions of employment. And, you are correct that everyone, man or woman, are sexual-minded, but I think this will help in holding onto more women.”

She was, of course, referring to the turn-over of women after a couple years in the office. The new policy allowed for being fully dressed whenever promoted to manager or higher positions. But that was only part of the changes. There were major changes for the men, too. The new policy provided for: women AND men newly hired would be naked for the first three months; three months to one year women could add heels, stockings, thong, and sheer nightgowns, while men could add sandals, thong and open shirt. One year to two years, women could add panties and bra while men could add boxers. At two years, men and women could be fully dressed. The final statement on the policy reinforced that the policy change did NOT change the sexual interaction aspect of the office and was still encouraged. Privately, though, it was accepted that the blatant sexuality of the office might be affected.

HR was to immediately issue the new policy with the immediate affect on women and become effective on Monday for the men. They were the most impacted but it was agreed they would deal with any objections by transfers, if necessary. I personally didn’t expect any. My experience had been that most men who would be subject to the change already privately felt the policy was unfair to women.

When we were alone, Mr. C asked, “Will this change your approach, Abby? When I hired you, I gave you the option of deciding whatever dress you wanted.”

I leaned over him for a hug while being sure to press my breasts into the side of his head and face. “No, sir. The office, and Mrs. C, has brought out the exhibitionist in me. Even if I were the only one, it would be thrilling to be naked for you.”

“For me?”

“Always for you, sir.” He smiled and checked his watch. “We have time, sir.” Without seeking a response, I sank to my knees and swiveled his chair to face me. I undid his belt and pants, dug out his long, hardening cock from inside and quickly took it into my mouth and, after only moments, into my throat. A long semi-hard cock like his slipped into my throat and, as it hardened fully, I could feel it expand and lengthen there. We may have time but not too much time.

I stood, leaned into him for a kiss, then turned to lean over his desktop. With a look over my shoulder and my ass pointing at him, I asked, “Which hole do you fancy this morning, sir?”

I gave my ass a little wiggle and parted my feet further. My ass was filled with the butt-plug which was probably sparkling before his eyes and my pussy was probably parted slightly with the moisture of my anticipation evident between the lips. When his fingers took hold of the butt-plug’s jeweled end, I sighed. I wasn’t surprised in the least. What was once a fantasy for him was now something we shared as often as vaginal. He got plenty of vaginal fucking from Mrs. C and I was happy to relieve her of it, since she was too nervous to try it. I pulled open his desk drawer as he worked the plug out of my clenching ass. I gasped as the plug, the largest of the three I bought when I first started, stretched my hole and came out. I could feel the air rush inside as he took the lubrication from me, spread a generous amount around and inside, then felt him stand up behind me.