Shawn tapped a Bic pen in a blasé rhythm on the boardroom table. He already was bored, and the long meeting had not even started. Slouched in his chair, his mind again dreamed of an on-time escape from work to a local bar this evening. His following series of thoughts was reliving the moment when someone put him in a chokehold at Harkenrider’s bar. That hold led to a long, long night, which turned out to be everything except boring.
More people arrived at the meeting room, and he stopped the tap-tap and shooed away his imagined getaway.
A young woman handed him an agenda sheet. He glanced at the list to see how many people were to speak before the meeting concluded. He perked up when she saw Evelin’s name. She was to update the group on her efforts.
As if on time, Evelin quickly blustered into the room from a side door. She winked briefly at Shawn—a friendly acknowledgment of his presence.
That night at the bar, she was the one who put him in the chokehold. She showed him her wild side.
At the moment, Shawn assumed she had a lot of thoughts broiling in the front of her brain. She was likely prepping for her first presentation to the board and other attendees. A few months ago, she had been named the Corporate Director of the Administration Division.
Shawn watched her closely. She set down a notebook and materials as well as a tall mug of coffee. She pulled back her chair, while chit-chatting with people.
He noticed her clothes were not so tight and form-fitting in this meeting in her new role as a corporate executive. A charcoal business suit with wide-leg pants and a relaxed, navy-blue button-up blouse. He didn’t see her shoes.
Shawn waited for her to sit and then scoot her chair forward toward the table. In the past, he could get a good glimpse of her bouncing chest. Not this time.
Honestly, in this meeting, he wished she still sat close to him, at his far end of the table. A place where chairs did not have rolling wheels. She was fun to talk to, to tease, to flirt with. Now though, her place setting had changed. She was near the head of the table—among the big-time suitcoats and broad-shouldered blazers. Anyway, nowadays, she probably would not flirt as much now no matter where she sat.
Despite not seeing her bounce at this meeting, he was content. The two of them had continued their late-night flings at each other’s homes and even tête-à-têtes in her office.
She never lost her unpredictability—handcuffs at the ready and threats against putting her in her place.
Shawn glanced down the table at Evelin, a quick look at the woman he really liked. He grinned. A thought passed through his mind. Did she have any sexual stimuli on her? Maybe he would find out later.
The chairman brought the meeting to order. The agenda progressed routinely, and then Evelin stood before the group, shrouded in the shadow—in contrast to the bright projector light.
Shawn could pay attention to her presentation so easily, unlike the bald guys in drab suits and the crop-top woman who waved a red laser pen as she spoke. While biased, Evelin had a charm. And he had not believed it just since he had been fucking her. She had this charm when she was an ordinary employee like Shawn still was and the two were only coworkers. Evelin was kind and emanated a brightness from her fair face and light eyes. While definitely feminine, she could bullshit about life here and elsewhere. Never offended and more than able to offend with crass comebacks. Then that night after the chokehold, he saw her hidden side. A wild woman.
At the meeting, she presented updates on finances in light of the nuts and bolts of operations, as well as employee life and the wide tarp of what is called human resources. She had covered her brazen self beneath expertise, useful information, and a confident air.
“… And he is right over there.”
Suddenly the meeting’s audience turned in Shawn’s direction. He looked behind him to only see a blank wall. No one was there.
And the crowd applauded lightly and briefly.
“Doesn’t look old enough to have been here that long, does he?” Evelin said.
Shawn flushed red, as he realized the new director of administration was congratulating him. As his cheeks warmed, he nodded a thank-you. And then the meeting continued to the end of the agenda.
In a last-minute addendum, Evelin reminded everyone, “Complete your online sexual harassment training. The deadline is coming.”
As Shawn gathered his materials, he heard Evelin.
“Hey there, congratulations on your time of service. I think you deserve an extra prize.” She bumped her shoulder against his.
“A prize, like a gold wristwatch?”
“It’s more valuable than gold. Think sweet and mushy.” She winked and left.
He watched her walk away, until Jake, a coworker, sidled up to him. “Good looking, eh?”
Shawn centered his jarred cognition. “Yeah, sure.”
“Don’t let your eyes fall below her chin. She knows sexual harassment rules better than anyone. She’ll take you down.”
Shawn huffed. “I bet she will too—would, not will, well maybe will. I’ll wear my sunglasses at night.”
Jake laughed. “And congrats on the recognition for your ‘time of service.’ Wish there was more the company execs would do for us.”
“Yeah, um, me too.”
And the pair left the boardroom.
It was 4:07 that afternoon. Shawn already was winding down. His pace of work had slowed, and his mind easily veered off course. But the chime on his smartphone pulled his attention from his duties.
The message was from Evelin’s personal phone.
Do not forget your tenure congrats. Come quickly.
He decided to take a walk down a few floors. He had earned it. Opening the door to the Administration Division offices, he found the place buzzing with employees. They were keeping the same gusto that he had at around 9 in the morning—when he actually had gusto.
Seeing it all, he was disappointed that the “sweet and mushy” would not be what he had expected and was excited for.
He walked to the front desk. “Hi, is Evelin available?”
The woman looked over the rim of her eyeglasses set on the edge of her nose. “She’s in a meeting right now.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, confused by the text and the meeting. “Was it a sudden meeting?”
“Not that I know of. Several people from the office had planned to go all day. Employee training.” She shrugged.
“How long until it’s done do you think?”
She shrugged again and then pushed up her glasses to attend to the computer screen.
“Can you tell her that Shawn came by?”
“Oh! Shawn. You’re Shawn.” She stood. She spoke brightly and somewhat surprised. “Right through that door.”
He pointed to the center of his chest. “Am I expected or something?”
“Evelin is expecting you.”
“She’s not alone in there, is she?”
“Nope. Go through that door.”
Shawn squinted skeptically at the front-desk woman who, he questioned, was directing him into a prank. It would not be beyond Evelin’s wild mind.
“This isn’t a prank, not a set-up?” he asked.
“No.”
He prepared for anything.
He opened the door to the meeting.
“He’s here!” Evelin said loudly, almost cheering.
The eyes of six other women and a couple of guys hit Shawn. He raised his hand in a singular, awkward wave, acknowledging he was in fact the one who they all had been waiting for—supposedly.
“Now we can get started for real.” Evelin weaved her arm around his arm to pull him to the front of the room.
“Shawn, we’re in sexual harassment training. I needed a test person. You know, for roleplaying. Role-play makes it more impactful than simply watching an online video.”
“Everyone, this is Shawn. He works upstairs. I have been with him for a long time, so he is able to handle this sort of training.”
She batted his shoulder.
“Let me begin,” Evelin said. “Step one, we need to be willing to confront the one—male or female—who is making us feel uncomfortable.”
She turned to face Shawn directly. “You have been talking to me a lot, Shawn. I enjoy it. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a great guy. At first it was fun, but I think you’re taking it further than it should go.”
She feigned discomfort, entwined her fingers behind her back. Shawn noticed how her breasts seemed to be thrust forward.
“I am feeling, you know, somewhat, uncomfortable about the jokes about my size and also the way you look at me. Can you please not do that anymore?”
Shawn tried to smile. “I didn’t know. I apologize. I won’t do it again.”
Evelin objected. “I don’t want you to stop talking to me. I like talking but I just … feel uncomfortable.”
“Well, I don’t know what I did. They weren’t ‘jokes’ about your size. You brought up the topic first when you talked about diets and your intent on weight loss. This isn’t just me.”
“Talking about weight loss and staring at my body aren’t the same thing. I don’t like it.”
“If it comes up again, would you prefer I not say anything and look somewhere else? If I am making you uncomfortable then I need to know boundaries. I can stare into your eyes, or I can—”
Eveline broke character. “Thank you, Shawn. You brought up the perfect word: ‘boundaries.’”
She faced her audience of employees. “We need boundaries that are set up clearly and early on. The longer you let your uncomfortability fester, the more it will impact your work-life and production, your ‘relationship’ with the other person. And it will be harder to stop.”
Next, Evelin called up a tiny woman and handed her a card. “Confront him.”
“Hey,” Shawn interrupted first, “why am I the bad guy here? I didn’t do … you’re making me feel very uncomfortable right now.”
“Listen, buddy,” the new actress barked and poked her sharp fingernail hard in his chest. “Never send me naked pictures again!” Her head tottered in anger as she continued her confrontation. “I don’t know how you got my phone number anyway. I am reporting you to the HR office. I am filing a complaint. Asshole!”
Everyone laughed at the sparky lady.
“It wasn’t me,” Shawn countered. “I don’t even know who …”
“Fuck you! You’ll be out on your ass with a big-time lawsuit. Don’t mess with me.” She put her fist under to Shawn’s chin.
The people clapped and laughed. The small lady then hugged Shawn briefly. She apologized. “I have some feelings pent up that just came out. No offense to you. It’s acting.”
“You scared me.”
“Send me naked pictures anytime, cutie.” She patted his cheek.
The people roared again.
Evelin laughed too but corralled the room. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not give Shawn here a chance to file a report on us.” She grabbed Shawn’s lapel. “No naked pictures to Katie, okay? She’ll tell me, if you do.”
“Then I’ll skip a step and send them directly to you.”
Evelin cocked her head. “I don’t think that’ll happen. I don’t want any pictures.”
She called up a guy in the room. He took a card with a scenario from Evelin.
“Please, Shawn, you shouldn’t be looking at those sorts of pictures on your work computer. And your background screen of that woman isn’t good.”
“Thanks but no. You can handle this. You’re a dude—I think at least. These pictures are nothing worse than what you see when we go to the strip clubs after work,” Shawn said.
“I just …”
“Would you prefer if I had a guy on my background screen?”
“Do you have one? You should see the guy on my computer.”
Shawn reeled back and could not stop laughing. “That was a good one.”
“I’ll take you to a real club after work one time. It’ll change your world.” He slid his finger down the center of Shawn’s dress shirt.
“I am content as I am.”
“Let me know if you’re ever up for something fresh.” The guy put his hands behind his head and thrust his pelvis toward Shawn.
The guy fell into his chair, laughing, as the room blew up in screams and shouts.
Evelin stepped in, still having fun. “Not the exact scenario on the card but … Shawn, I work with some world-class actors here.”
“I don’t know what’s real and fake anymore.” Shawn wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m going to my office to hide. I may never speak to any of you again.”
“And that is not what sexual harassment is about either—making a fellow employee feel fearful. None of us want an office floor covered in eggshells. This is a delicate balance. But you should never have to come to work and feel harassed.”
Evelin patted Shawn’s shoulder. “Thank you for suffering through this.”
The room applauded him.
“Go to my office and wait for me, Shawn. I’m almost done here.”
He nodded and left.
When he walked out, he saw the woman at the front desk eye him.
Shawn plopped in a chair against the wall in Evelin’s disorganized office. Stacks of folders tossed aside randomly. Notes pinned haphazardly to a cork board. A printer tray of forgotten printouts. Several pairs of shoes deep under her desk.
Ten minutes later, the office door flung open. Eveline stepped in and closed it.
“The team really enjoyed you today.”
“I was not expecting to be sexually harassed,” he said.
“Really?” She shed her blazer and tossed it onto the desk chair. She pulled her hair into a ponytail as if hot from a busy day.
“No, I was more expecting, well … I don’t know if I should say after all of that. I’m shy now.”
“Shy? Shy around me?” She undid a button on her blouse and fluttered the shirt to release heat.
“I mean I was threatened with a lawsuit, being fired, and tempted to go gay—or whatever the term is nowadays. I thought I was getting a cupcake or something. You know, ‘sweet and mushy.’”
“A cupcake, huh.” She went to her tiny refrigerator. She leaned over, letting her wide ass remain high in the air and her skirt rise up her thighs, as she reached into it.
“I mean it could …” Shawn stopped talking.
Evelin stood up, holding a small tray of six cupcakes.
“You weren’t far off,” she said. “They’re a bit cool, so I’ll leave them out for a little while. I have something else.”
“A whole cake?”
“If you want to picture it that way.” She bent over, letting her magnificent breasts hang as much as her strong bra would allow. Her blouse was undone enough to let him see in.
She undid his pants. When she had freed his dick, she knelt down. She looked at him, and he recognized her doe eyes, innocent and begging for approval. Before he could say yes, she buried her face into his lap, putting her mouth around his long dick. She bobbed her head, wildly. She slurped and gurgled. She coughed several times as she neared gagging and choking.
Shawn was caught in pure joy from these sensations but also concerned about what might be heard by the workers just outside the office door. They may have had their ears pressed against the door. Evelin seemed not to care. She sucked harder and made more noise. She glanced up once. Shawn saw her cheeks were reddened and a vein lined her forehead. She had a sheen covering her face.
“Keep going. No stopping, please,” he mustered.
She growled and hawk tau’d onto his balls and sucked.
He remembered the first time she gave him a blowjob. They were outside of Harkenrider’s bar, and she was in handcuffs in the back seat of his car. She sucked so well that he shot a huge load of cum all over her face and business jacket. That jacket was stained.
Suddenly, hearing a low growl and a gag from Evelin, he felt mounting pangs deep inside. He saw Evelin’s ponytail jumping side to side, her lovely, large fingers that matched her heavy body dug into his thighs, and the enormous ass stretching the fabric of her skirt. His legs straightened and his muscles tightened. With a mean growl, he exploded deep into Evelin’s mouth. She didn’t let his cock leave her mouth. She kept all the cum.
She straightened up her back, mouth remaining closed, but obviously full. She let him see her swallow the full load down her throat.
She dabbed the corners of her mouth with the end of his jacket. Shawn slouched in the chair, ready to slide to the floor.
“For roleplaying today.” Evelin struggled to get to her feet. “I’m getting too old to be on my knees for that long.”
He would have said she was nowhere near old, but his body and mind were stumped. There was no speaking.
She went to her desk to check emails.
Eventually, Shawn regained his senses. He sat up in the chair and reset his penis in his pants.
“Wow, Evelin. Amazing,” he said, slowly zipping his fly.
“You’re welcome.” Evelin didn’t look back toward him.
After a moment of weird silence, Shawn piped up.
“Can I have a cupcake for some sustenance after that?”
“I did all the work. So the cupcakes are for me. But grab the two you like most.”
“Thank you.”
He scanned the six. Two had red candies in the center over vanilla frosting. The rest looked to be eyes that were nearly closed, each with a tiny white pearl-like candy in the corner. Or they may have been mouths.
He lifted the two with red candies. “I think these are …” And he stopped.
Evelin had quickly shed her blouse and was unlatching the last hook on her bra. Her glorious tits gushed out, falling low and heavy. The champagne-colored areolas, set at the bottoms of her breasts, were peaked by hard nipples.
Shawn’s feet were glued to the floor, and his mind shut down its functions.
She took the candies off the cupcakes and popped them into her wide mouth. With two fingers, she scraped the white frosting off the first cupcake. She lifted her breast and smeared the cream over her left nipple. Two fingers scraped off the frosting from the other one and she pressed it onto her other nipple.
“For your tenure.” Her hands hoisted the mounds of sensitive flesh.
Shawn now understood sweet and mushy.
He wrapped his lips over the thick, hard nipple. Meanwhile, she sucked the frosting from her fingers.
Shawn’s tongue licked off the sweetness, as his tongue also roughed the bit of tightened flesh. She kept his head close to her chest—a mother embracing a loved one. Shawn moved to the second titty, not willing to let any frosting remain on the flesh for long.
“Yes,” she cooed, “great job. Clean off these titties. Don’t leave any on them or there won’t be any more.”
Her back straightened and she purred. While Shawn continued to clean her with his mouth, she squeezed her breasts and massaged them harshly. She soon pulled his mouth off her. Her nipples were swollen, and her areolas had shriveled to her complete delight.
She plopped into her desk chair. Her heavy chest came near to her lap.
“Take the rest of the cupcakes for yourself. You did me well, very well,” she said.
“Can we … just for a little …”
“Not with so many people around. Being in here this long might start some rumors,” she said strapping on her bra and buttoning her blouse.
“Enjoy the cupcakes though. Here’s what to do. Lick the frosting off each one before getting to the cake, ok?” she said.
“Sure, if you want.” He looked again at the cupcakes. He noticed then that they were neither half-closed eyes nor mouths.
“Evelin! I can’t believe you would …”
“Get out now. I need to work.”
He left, holding the container of cupcakes. He didn’t want anyone to notice the design. That night though, he did just as Evelin had requested. He licked off the frosting slowly and then ate.
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