OFFICE FUN 4: The Office

CHAPTER FOUR: THE OFFICE

As I was printing and collating nine sets of forms, the office personnel filed along both sides of my workstation coming from their offices around me and the open work area in front. Bill Clancy came in the back entrance from his office in the plant. It was an early meeting I was asked schedule on all their computer calendars as a mandatory meeting with Bob Hansen. I occasionally smiled as someone greeted me or commented on my outfit as they walked by. My focus though was on getting the forms ready and waiting for when they were needed in the meeting. It had probably seemed like a normal Monday to them.

This day I was wearing a tight, short, black skirt that molded to my mature curves and ended at mid-thigh. My blouse was semi-sheer white so the sheer white, lace-trimmed, bra underneath was visible underneath. Underneath my skirt was a matching sheer white, lace-trimmed thong. My thigh-high stockings were sheer black with lace at the elastic tops. My shoes were 4-inch, shiny black patent leather with stiletto heels. I had sparkly, silver necklace and earrings. Bob dictate my dress just for setting the mood in the morning before the meeting. I came in a little late when we knew everyone else would already be in the office. My arrival created the stir he intended. They were still getting used to the dramatic change in my appearance.

The door to the conference room was partially open. They were 20-some minutes into the meeting with Bob doing most of the talking but several of the other managers also adding some affirming comments. The topic of the meeting was the same as the one with managers. I was leaning against my workstation idly listening to the meeting progress. When it got to the part where the discussion went past the realm of theoretical and studies to the idea of implementation, the atmosphere in the room changed.

I heard one of the sales guys blurt out, “What’s Patty going to say about this.” I was sure the managers were probably having a difficult time keeping a straight-face.

Bob asked them not to worry about that for the moment. Did anyone have an issue with the idea? Nobody did. They would have to sign forms, everyone, protecting the company from harassment claims and complete confidentiality. Everybody agreed.

“But, Bob, what about Patty? Is she on board with this?” That everybody, managers, and others, had the same concerns about me pleased me tremendously and reinforced the feelings I had for them all.

Bob came to the door and I handed him the sorted forms, harassment claim protection, and confidentiality, and returned to the meeting. I knew he would have them passed around the room, each person, including the managers, would be instructed to review them and sign them. Bob told them that as an extra-legal precaution, he was going to have me witness the signature. “That should satisfy your appreciated concerns about Patty.”

That was my cue. I began to get undressed. If the meeting hadn’t gotten to that point of agreement, I would have stayed out of the meeting. The guys in the meeting still didn’t know my participation, only that some form of sexual motivation would be involved.

When I was down to my stockings, jewelry, and heels, I lightly knocked on the door. From inside I heard, “Everyone signed the forms? Good.” There was a pause. “Everyone, keep your forms and Patty will come in to ask for your understanding and witness each one. “Patty … we’re ready for you.”

When I entered, I swear all the air in the room was sucked out by the men gasping all at once. I stood next to Bob at the end of the table and made direct eye contact with each of the men in the room. Except for the managers who were already privy to what we were doing, everyone had looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.

Bob put his arm around my waist and I comfortably leaned into him. I stepped forward and in front of Bob so I had their attention like I wouldn’t have if I was standing in the corner.

“Yes, me … I know you thought of me as a nice mom-type. I also know you have noticed a change from me recently and this is why. I want to assure everyone this is wholly the result of my desires getting expressed in a mutually advantageous manner.” They were relaxing to the idea as I received a spattering of applause and cheers with good-natured laughter. “I can also say without question that hearing the concerns for me pleased me tremendously and reinforced my intention here.”

I reached to my right stocking top and pulled a pen from it and held it up. They all laughed. I moved to the first man, Ted, one of the designers in Marty’s group. I bent over the table next him, my breast hanging and swaying slightly in the process. It was an intentional move and he looked, but, “Ted, my eyes are up here.” Everyone laughed, the expected nervous awkwardness slowly easing from the group. “You signed both documents, I see. Did you understand them?” He nodded his head. “Do you have any questions regarding them?”

He looked from my face to my breasts and down to my exposed pussy next to his shoulder. “Ummmm … only … well, Bob … Mr. Hansen … he seemed to indicate we were going … I mean, are we really going …”

I leaned into him with my hand on his neck as I kissed his cheek. The entire room was silent. The question was never finished, but the question was very obvious. “Yes, Ted. You are … as is everyone, if you want.” I took his form to sign as the witness and said, “Ted, you can touch now.” He was tentative, but he reached out and cupped a breast as I finished witnessing his two documents. I then moved behind him, my hand gliding over his shoulders to move to the next man and repeat the same thing around the table, then to each of the managers standing around the room. They were a little more familiar, as I was sure the others would soon become.

I finished up standing next to Bob, again.