"Reverse Rainbow" with the Chief, Beverly

I left Luna and Akari outside in my car and headed inside the familiar TV station where I'd worked so many days, reporting the weather. I preferred to be in this place rather than out in the field. Usually, that's just where I'd have been. I didn't crave adventure. I didn't want to be "boots on the ground" when it came to reporting, either. If someone had asked me if I wanted an insane weather app that causes everyone around me to get out-of-their-mind horny and start sucking me off in the car, I'd have told them, "no thanks." I guess that was that "zest for life" my ex-wife said I lacked. I just wanted things to be simple.

As I walked through the halls of the studio, I realized they were going to be anything but normal. Despite my rain-soaked, disheveled state, no one was paying me a bit of attention. It seemed that the effects of the rain and rain fog had reached this far out and, as such, most of the my coworkers who'd stayed indoors were still in a paralyzed robot state. It's a testament to my character that I avoided playing any pranks on them at this time or doing anything more depraved than that.

Well, I dunked Chuck's stapler in his coffee and left it there. Hate that guy. Otherwise, I left it all the same.

The computers were all turned on, but nobody was using them. Even those at the keyboard were either frozen or moving sluggishly, trying to regain their consciousness. In contrast, the televisions mounted in the corners of the office and above the elevator were moving at their usual pace, with a newswoman discussing the bizarre effects of all of the weather so far. It seemed to be playing foreign news... probably because those were the only stations available, ones outside of the range of the Weird Weather app's "benefits" for me.

The reporter said something a bit concerning: apparently, a task **** with state-of-the-art, weather resistant, airtight suits had been deployed to what they considered the epicenter of the storm, to investigate its cause. Scarier than that, it looked like they were armed with riot suppression gear too, judging from the few photos on TV. There was no way they were coming for me... right?

I was a nobody. Clueless. Innocent. All I'd done wrong was have a friend who thinks it's okay to install suspicious software on my phone!

Maybe it was time for me to go into hiding somewhere and lay low... Not just for my own protection, but to help other people too. The further I could get away from women who might end up becoming my unwitting personal entertainment, the better. I'd need to think up a strategy...

... But first, I needed to keep my job secure. You might think it sounds strange, that I was worried about my career at this point, but my job here as a weatherman was the most important thing giving my life stability. Without it, I didn't know what I'd do. I needed to go check in with the Chief and give her that footage she was asking for, even if it meant clapping my hands and talking to her as a robot or something like that. Maybe I'd ask her for an advance on my paycheck too... That wouldn't be too much to ask for, right?

I rode the elevator up in silence, pondering what other things I might get the Chief to agree to while she was a robot. A larger office with a window view... Approval for a mini-fridge... extra vacation hours... Half-days on Fridays... Taco Tuesdays... The option to skip out of employee parties if I don't feel like going...

By the time I made it up to the top floor, I had a huge laundry list of wishes in mind, ready to feed them all into the obedient computer that I figured the Chief had become as a result of the Robot Rain Fog. She wasn't the only one on the top floor. This TV station covered all kinds of news, not just her weather department, so I was sure there were other bigwigs with salaries a digit or two larger than mine inside their offices. Thankfully, part of those offices being so cushy was that they were also extremely private, so I didn't run a risk of any of them walking in on us.

I knocked my knuckles on the door to the Chief's office respectfully, doing it three times so I was sure to be heard. When no one answered, I quietly pumped my fist in excitement-- she was definitely still under the robot effect! I hurried inside and shut the door behind me.

The Chief was bent over her desk-- she called it her command center-- with her back towards the door. Unlike the younger women I'd been with all day, she was about my age, though I think almost anybody would tell you she was better looking than me. Her hair had a sort of 80s movie star volume to it, red with a bit of brown that showed at the roots sometimes and was quickly corrected the next day whenever that happened. Her skin was fair compared to mine, but freckled here and there. She almost always wore heavy makeup and she almost always had a frown on her face... perhaps the makeup was to hide frown lines?

She was built thick in a good way, which I was reminded of as her butt stuck out towards me in her current pose. She favored tight skirts and this one was so tight I could make out the pantylines, stretched across her very broad buttocks. Her tops were a bit flashy too. Today, she wore purple, buttoned just a bit too low for work and showing off her bosom. Her breasts looked heavy, but if you asked if you could hold them, she was definitely the type who'd kick your ass for doing so. Not that I ever would. She was the type who dressed to draw lowbrow attention, but seemed to have pretty high standards regardless.

I noticed she was moving around quite a lot for someone who I thought was supposed to be under the effects of Robot Rain Fog. She didn't look like she'd been drenched by the Slut Showers either. I looked outside the window and squinted, seeing no sign of the dark clouds that had been present all day up to this point. The sun was shining without a care in the world.

There was even a pretty rainbow spreading across the sky.

A rainbow...?

I felt around in my pockets quickly, eager to pull out my phone and figure out what I was dealing with.

Nothing! I'd left it with Akari earlier, when she was filming Luna and my amateur porno disguised as work earlier. I was flying blind with no idea what that rainbow was doing to the Chief. What if it turned her into a sex maniac like Rachel? What if she pounced me as soon as she turned around and saw me? What if it was like the Throwback Thunderstorm and there was no way for me to even say "no?"

I decided it might be a good idea to retreat for now. Slowly, I placed my hand on the door out of the office...

... Then jumped as the Chief called my name. "Kenzo! I didn't think you'd be by so quickly. Now that's punctuality! Are you gunning for a raise, buster? Sorry I didn't hear you, I was just listening to some smooth symphonic jazz!"

Clenching my teeth and fearing the worst-- as I often did whenever it was time for one of my difficult conversations with the chief-- I turned in place to face her. I realized she'd had air pods in, that was why she didn't hear me at first. But did she really regularly listen to 'symphonic jazz?' I couldn't picture that being her usual.

What I saw surprised me... She had a cheerful smile on her face, almost warm. It actually made her look a few years younger, I thought, and way more approachable. I felt my fear starting to melt away somewhat. "If a raise is what you want, a raise is what you'll get! Lord knows you're overdue. Look at you... you're soaked to the bone! And you've been out there working yourself sick when today was supposed to be your day off. I never knew I had such a work horse in you!" she continued, completely out of character as she walked over and grabbed hold of my damp blazer shoulders. Her eyes looked me up and down, as though taking in just how soggy I'd gotten.

"Yeah... I-I could use a raise," I agreed, nodding like a bobblehead. That was the one thing I'd been afraid to put on my wishlist and now, she was just throwing it out there! What luck!

... My good feeling began to fade to a wary one as she squeezed my upper arms curiously and whistled. "Not just a work horse, huh? Kind of a stallion, too! You been hitting the gym, Kenzo?" she chuckled, giving a flirtatious grin.

Uh oh. It was getting weird. I told her that no, I had not been hitting the gym. I'd never been to one in my life.

"Really?! You can go with me next time! I spend a lot of time there, you know?" she gasped in surprise. "Hey, forget about work for a bit, we can get to that camera footage, but not while you're dripping wet. Wait just a second, okay? I'll go get you a towel so we can dry you off!"

And just like that, she ran off with an urgency I'd never seen from her, her curvy body bouncing all over as she skipped from foot to foot. I was left dripping on the carpet with warring opinions over what I ought to do next. Should I run for it before my relationship with the Chief became seriously confused? Rainbows didn't tend to last very long, after all, and if the effect faded off while I was busy being chummy or worse with her, she'd probably tear my arm off and beat me with it.

On the other hand... this version of the Chief was nice. A dream come true. She was kind, unguarded, and receptive... everything her regular self wasn't. An angel. Furthermore, an angel who was willing to give me a raise, seemingly. Maybe I ought to milk this for a little longer?

"Hey, where's Akari, anyway?"

My heart leaped up into my throat. I couldn't tell her the truth: that Akari had gotten naked and massaged herself silly in my back seat, then squirted all over the place. I told the Chief she was just busy with some other work.

"Oh? Ugh... that girl. Why can't she be more like you? You know, I always hope that when you two hang out, your work ethic and sensibilities will rub off on her, but there's no accounting for just how slack the younger generation can be, eh? I've got half a mind to fire her. Being kicked out on her ass will be a shock to her system. Better to get it out of the way when she's still basically a kid, right? She'll land on her feet. People will hire her just cause she's pretty, ha ha ha!"

I felt my jaw drop. The Chief loved Akari almost like a daughter. In fact, I often theorized that my good relationship with Akari was half the reason the Chief didn't want to fire me these days. It was like everything was turned on its head. I thought the Chief had been transformed into a kind and caring person, but it now seemed more like everything she typically did was reversed. While I'd jumped up into her favor as far as anyone could possibly jump, Akari was now on the chopping block.

Worried for my coworker's job security, I told the Chief that Akari was a promising worker and a vital part of our business. We definitely couldn't afford to cut her.

"Really? You're such a softie, Kenzo! I've always liked that big heart of yours. Fine, I'll drop it." The Chief's voice got closer as she talked, seeming to make her way from the back of her office back up front. If I hadn't mentioned it, her "office" was actually a series of interconnected rooms... I thought her closet was about as big as my office. I was pretty jealous.

When she came back in, she was carrying the towel she'd mentioned, but something else had changed too. The already showy outfit she'd been dressed in had been swapped out for a close-fitting pink exercise top and black gym shorts, showing off the jiggly surface of her thighs and even a bit of her belly when the shirt rose up. A sweatband was wrapped around her head and her pumps had been swapped out for black, ankle-high socks. It was the least professional I'd ever seen her look.

I accepted the towel, slack jawed and unsure what to think.

She noticed me staring at her tits and ass and approved-- completely the opposite of her normal reaction when I started at her tits and ass, in other words. She even did a little twirl, showing me the back. "You like it? I'm still trying to tempt you to joining me at the gym later, ha ha! When we're off work? There's a lot of this..." she paused, running her hand up the broad, curvy surface of her ass-cheeks to pull them up, then letting them bounce back into place. "... Waiting for you, honey."

Being called "honey" by the Chief was almost too much. She had a sort of southern charm that she poured on for other people, saying things like "honey" or "doll," but that syrupy banter never made its way to me.

To me, the Chief's big, round, bouncy ass was like eye-candy that made the otherwise difficult task of dealing with her tolerable. Perving on her was like an act of rebellion. She didn't like me, I didn't like her, but she held all the cards in our relationship-- stealing a look at her butt from time to time was just a small act of defiance on my part.

I was like a kid who's been given a small portion of ice cream after dinner his whole life, now being offered a tub of that ice cream and being told he can lick the scoop too, if he wants. There was nothing stopping me from reaching out and grabbing my boss's ass right this moment.

But no. I'd resist. It was too weird. I couldn't play with my boss's butt-cheeks. This was all a dream I'd wake up from as soon as that rainbow disappeared out of the sky.

"Aw, honey... You're shivering all over. Let me help wipe you down. First, we gotta get you out of those soggy clothes, though."

I stood straight and stiff as a statue as my employer started to undress me, eating me up with her eyes every step of the way. If worst came to worst later, I wanted this to be a sexual harassment lawsuit against her, not the other way around. If all of this was just her undressing me, rather than the other way around, she wouldn't have anything to sue me over once the rainbow's spell inevitably wore off.

Thus paralyzed, I stood completely, ramrod straight as she helped me out of my wet blazer, loosened up and removed my tie, then began unbuttoning my damp button-up. Her tongue appeared, tracing a trail over her red-painted lips as she licked them in excitement. Excitement at what? Again, I was not a gym guy. My skinny body and grayish skin tone wasn't going to be featured on any magazine covers any time soon. The way she looked at it, though, you'd think she was stripping down a triple-A movie star.

It kept going. She whipped off my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and took those off of me. Then, she helped me out of my shoes and my soggy socks, before finishing pulling off my button-up. I was left with nothing but my glasses and my plain, white boxer shorts.

"Aaaah... You aren't going to report me to HR, are you? We're both adults," she laughed, her breath coming out hot as she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. "Let me help you towel off..."

The Chief grabbed the towel from me and began to run it all over my body, starting with damp hair. When she pulled it away from my head, I saw her face had gotten much closer-- she was smiling with red cheeks and sparkling eyes, biting her lip in obvious arousal. She spent only the briefest bit of time on my shoulders and chest before making it down to my belly and then to my boxers. I realized I had a pretty obvious erection poking out, but there wasn't much I could do to hide it.

"What a waste that a guy like you is single... your ex must have been half-insane, divorcing a guy like you. You know, we're both in that same boat. Have I ever told you that nothing in the world would make me happier than being Missus Kenzo Kobayashi?" she cooed, rubbing the towel against my rod gently, guiding it with her palm.

"Chief..." I muttered back. I knew that in reality, she felt just the opposite, and that stung a bit. The real way she felt was that she couldn't imagine a woman in the world wanting to marry me in the first place. That the very thought of being my wife more or less sickened her.

"Please, call me Beverly," she whispered into my ear. "I think that part's a little damp too... Let's get those off of you."

In short order, she'd tugged my last article of decency down, leaving me standing butt naked in her office with my dick pointing outward. To her credit, I was pretty dry now, but it was hard to say I was on the path to get any warmer. It didn't seem like redressing me was high on her list of priorities.

As she jerked her hand back and forth across my shaft, I sighed with pleasure, staring straight down her exercise top at her tits. For once, I wouldn't be reprimanded for doing so.

"You know, I think this is the perfect size for a guy? Japanese guys really have great penises. I like the way they're not too big... they're just right~"

I scowled, feeling now that what I'd now dubbed "The Reverse Rainbow" in my head was revealing some fairly racist thoughts my boss had about the average size of a Japanese male's penis if I flipped it over to the way it normally would be.

"You don't believe me?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Evidently, she'd picked up on my change in expression. "Here, honey... let me put my money where my mouth is."

And just like that, I was getting yet another blowjob, this time from the woman I'd have considered the least likely in the world to give me one, perhaps next to my ex-wife. The Chief dropped to her knees on her office carpet and wrapped her plump, cherry-red lips around my cock, then began to drag her head back and forth across its length. There was no licking or teasing foreplay. It was like she'd been hungry for my dick for years-- quite the opposite of how I'm sure she actually felt.

That didn't mean it wasn't fantastic. Her two ordinary feelings for me were either dismissal or open animosity. Inverted, they became a tender care to attention and the kind of fondness that makes someone throw away pride and status. Her plush lips tightened as they pulled out towards the head, causing her to pull in her cheeks and make a loud, slurping noise that I hoped wouldn't be audible from the other offices. Then again, this office was practically tailor made for illicit sex with her underlings, now that I thought about it...

She let go of it with a satisfied "ah~", allowing a string of drool to fall down her chin, and began shamelessly licking at my balls while running her nose across the shaft's length. It was like she was trying to breathe in my scent. "You don't look all that happy, Kenzo..."

I stammered, trying to tell her that her technique was amazing, but it was all I could do to avoid shooting all over her face right then. I wanted to avoid leaving any physical evidence of this, if at all possible. Of course, I kept that part to my self.

"You're still thinking about your job, aren't you? You're right. You deserve so much more. I'll give you a raise," she cooed, her tongue flapping up against my ballsack as she did. "A big one!" Here, she paused to suck at my sack noisily, her drool dripping onto the carpet as she did. "A big, big raise, and a new title, and a company car!" She took my penis back into her mouth and pushed it all the way into her throat, knitting her brow as she did and going momentarily cross-eyed.

"Fuck!" I grunted, finally losing the battle and shooting into her throat. I think all the talk about company perks on top of the action had done it, shamefully enough. I jizzed into Beverly's throat while imagining doing the same thing in the parking lot again after hours, this time seated in the driver's seat of that cherry red sports car she liked to drive.

For the first time, I was **** to admit it to myself: I was seeing this app as a blessing, not a curse. I wanted rainbows to be in the sky every day for the rest of my life, if it was possible. I wanted my boss to be nice to me, give me lots of money, and suck my dick during work hours. This wasn't like turning my driving instructor into some sex-crazed zombie, ruining my cool relationship with my cute coworker, or making a hippie stranger give me her sex service without buying any of her stuff.

To me, this one was all upside. I know it sounds bad, but my boss had just been such a bitch to me for as long as I'd ever known her. I could only see this as a good thing.

That feeling of warmth and rightness only continued as she walked over to her desk and produced a check and pen. She bit the end of the pen while watching me over her shoulder excitedly. "Hmmm... now how many zeroes should I put on your bonus check, I wonder?" she questioned, wiggling her hips invitingly at me.

This time, I didn't need a clap of thunder to be **** into it. With blood rushing in my veins, I ran over and clumsily pantsed my boss, allowing the gym shorts to come to rest under her juicy ass-cheeks. Unsurprisingly, she was totally bare underneath. She'd come out of that closet knowing what she wanted. When I asked her if I ought to wear a condom, she shook her head.

"There is nothing in this world that I want more than to have you cum right inside my slutty pussy, Kenzo."

A convenient part of my brain stopped me from interpreting the reverse of that statement. She was here, she was sopping wet and ready, and she wanted my dick, just like she said!

I entered her from an underneath angle, plunging myself between her pussy's lips. I didn't need to do more anal right now, Luna had given me my fill of that. Right now, I just wanted the warm, inviting, notably loose hole of my boss, who now lifted her knee up onto her command center's tabletop to give me better access. I pressed my hands into the globes of her freckled bottom and massaged my fingers in, amazed at how a woman I'd always thought of as such a hard-ass actually possessed just the opposite. "Beverly, you're so sexy," I whispered, trying my unpracticed hand at some sex talk.

"Mmmm, I love that. It really gets my motor running, thinking about how a guy like you is always stripping me in your mind."

I wasn't always doing that okay? That was just some ill-informed sex talk of hers. Whatever. Didn't matter. I was having the time of my life, feeling her ass jiggle and wave in my hands as her hips bucked up and down with the **** of my thrusts. The papers were getting pushed all around on her desk by the heaving of her massive tits.

Speaking of which, that was something I wanted to feel as well. I moved my hands up and plunged them underneath her top to feel her-- she was, of course, braless. Her nipples were large on the soft surface of her breasts and already pointed out with excitement. I went as far as to pinch the tips, leaning over to watch the change in her expression as she moaned with pleasure.

Again, my mind blocked out the fact that all of her reactions were pretty opposite right now. I convinced myself that I was an excellent lover that knows exactly what women want in the bedroom. I convinced myself that I was a master of the art of nipple play as she grew wetter and wetter.

"Your tits are so... uh... fat," I muttered, squeezing them with my hands. "You've got such big, slutty tits."

"God, you're so good at dirty talk!" she responded.

I didn't want it to end, so I held back as long as I possibly could. I'd already cum once just a short time ago with the blowjob and it had taken me a bit to build back up to an erection. I thought this would be the last one before I had to go on my way to escape the rainbow ending. Feeling a newfound affection for my boss as I cradled her in my arms, squeezed her breasts, and rammed her from underneath, I grunted out her name. "Beverly... Beverly!"

"Kenzo... Kenzo what the fuck?!"

A warning alarm went off in my head. I retreated, pulling myself out of her. The timing wasn't quite right. Instead of shooting the floor, I shot all over her ass, her thighs, and her gym shorts, soaking them in semen. I watched my spunk drip down the freckled flesh of her lower body and realized she'd be needing the towel that was hanging around my neck. Frowning awkwardly with a gulp stuck hard in my throat, I took the towel off from around my neck and offered it out to her.

Her expression, as she turned to face me, was wide-eyed with a difficult to define emotion. I had to call it repulsion. It was her natural feelings towards me magnified one-hundred times over. "I must be having a fucking nightmare. How do I wake up? Kenzo Fucking Kobayashi just shot all over my ass," she muttered out loud, still trying to make sense of what was happening. Her chest rose and fell in the heat of passion, but it was no longer love she felt. Just the opposite.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the rainbow had faded out of view from the window.

There was no time to dress and no time to explain things. I made a mental note to watch out for weather that could help me smooth things over with the boss, but for now, I had to run, and run fast. I took the towel back into my hands and wrapped it around my lower body, running as fast as my skinny legs would take me, barefoot over the carpet.

"You son of a bitch, get back heeeere!" Beverly... no, the Chief shouted after me. I heard the sound of her tearing up my bonus check in a fit of anger.

Beverly was gone and the Chief was back... but it was fun while it lasted. A beautiful dream that just might make getting terminated the next day all worth it. For now, I had to get back to my car and drive far, far away, before the Chief called either building security or the actual police and advised they use lethal ****. I also needed my phone to help me make sure I wasn't walking in to any more ambushes like that one. I could only hope that Akari was still following my instructions, holding onto it safely...

I leaped into the elevator and hammered the button to close the door, watching as the chief pulled up her frankly skanky gym shorts and began to run towards me, heedless of the way her breasts were bouncing up and nearly hitting her in the face. I watched her terrifying expression of wrath as it grew closer and closer, then thanked whatever God controlled elevator door speeds as she failed to quite make it inside. The elevator hummed softly as it took me down... I knew she wouldn't chase me, looking like that, so the only worry left was how I looked, clad in just a gym towel wrapped around my hips.

Well, it wasn't like things could get any weirder for me. The Weird Weather App had lived up to its name and then some. Everyone was going to have their own problems to look out for, much bigger problems than that weather guy walking around half naked, right? I could probably walk back out to my car unimpeded...