No, you were overwhelmed, and didn't know what to do, and knew Joe would be mad about yet another delay, and knew you had to tell him right away.

"Fu-u-uck..." I whimpered to myself, staring down at my perky pink tits in a stupor of what felt like abject terror. It was all just too much.

Sobbing softly, I pulled myself up, and wandered hazily through the cubes and into Joe's office. By the time I got there, I was crying.

"Cindy?" Joe stood as I lumbered in collapsing on a chair.

"I don't..." I felt like I couldn't breath... "I... I can't..." I looked tearily up at him.

"Oh hun..." He considered me for a moment, then shuttered the blinds behind his desk, crossing the room to close the office door and shuttering the blinds out to the rest of the office as well. He paused, then thought better of it and turned the latch. It occurred to me that that was all for me. I mean, here I was, topless in the office. He was preserving my dignity from prying eyes.

"The report..." I huffed.

"Don't try to talk, just, just catch your breath." He knelt down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I tried to breath, looking over at him. He leaned in, wrapping his arm around me, and just held my head against his chest, gently rubbing his arm down my bare back.

It felt nice.

In a moment, I felt like I could breath again. "Thanks..." I said softly.

"I see you're all pink?" He smiled, leaning me back up. I snuffled a laugh, feeling my face still wet with tears. "Let me help." He rifled through his drawers, until he pulled out a small plastic bag. "Baby wipes. Parents never leave home without'em!" He smiled, pulling out a wipe. I reach for it and he gently nudged my hand away, kneeling in front of me again.

He wiped the tears off my face, which felt nice. Then he worked his way down my neck, cleaning off the pink as he went, swapping out wipes as they got saturated. He diligently made his way down my chest, and didn't hesitate as he start gently scrubbing at my breasts, wiping them bare.

Tracing. Caressing. Teasing. Squeezing. By the time he was wiping off my second nipple, my breath was starting to catch in my throat. When he said my jeans looked awful pink too, it didn't even cross my mind to stop him from sliding them down and off me. He carefully slipped my heels back on, leaving me sitting there in nothing but high heels, my body eager for his touch.

"Mmmngh..." I sighed audibly as his fingers caressed my pussy lips, us both dropping the facade of him cleaning me, the pink wiped quite clean from my everywhere already. He guided me to the edge of the seat, pressing my knees wide as he leaned down, his gentle kisses working their way along my slit.

"Oh Joe..." I murmured as he teased my clit with a flicker of his tongue. He stopped, pulling up, and stood in front of me, his hard cock at just about the right height. He slid off his belt. I licked my lips, biting them as I looked up at him, ready for what came next.

But he didn't pull out his cock at all.

Instead, he leaned down, guiding my hands comfortably to the small of my back, deftly wrapping his belt around my wrists. In a moment, it was tight around them, and I looked up, hesitatingly nervous.

"You need more time." He said, a few inches and a few layers of clothes between my face and his very hard cock.

"I just..." I shook my head, a little bewildered, "No, I mean, the report is done, the printer just gave me some trouble..." It started to feel hard to breath again. I squirmed against his belt, and the pit in my throat leapt up a few inches when it didn't budge.

"So you need more time." He repeated, unmoved.

I hesitated. My breath was shallow. It was hard to swallow. I nodded, suddenly feeling tears welling up again.

"Say it." His face was a stone.

"I, um, I think I need more time..." My voice cracked as I said it, and I sniffled back a tear.

"Beg for it." Not even a hint of change in his voice.

"Please, Joe, just... just a little more time... to print it, is all..." I whimpered.

"Joe?" His voice changed now. Not in a good way... I shivered.

"Um, no, sir, I mean, sir, please..." My voice dropped nearly to a whisper. "I'll do anything, sir..." I offered meekly, a tear finally escaping.

"Stand up." He grabbed my wrists roughly behind me, pulling me up more than I stood on my own, and more shoved than guided me to behind his desk. I turned half toward him, as best I could with his firm grip on me, and look at him, frightened.

He reached for the blinds, pulling them aside entirely, clearing a full frame window in front of me, my naked body bared to the outside world here on the 22nd floor. "Oh god..." I whispered, my eyes wide in the bright light. He shoved me forward, and I let out a whimper as the cold glass pressed against my bare breasts.

"You better be quieter than that." He said behind me, and I looked panickedly down at the cars below.

*Thwack* "Ahgh!" I cried out as his hand smacked roughly into the bottom of my ass. I felt another tear escape.

"What was that?" He said, not waiting for a response.

*Thwack* "Ungh!" I whimpered, tears falling faster now, running down the window, following the line of my breast against the glass.

"Try again."

*Thwack* "Angh... I don't..." Tears fell faster, I felt my breath coming in sobs now.

"Nope."

*Thwack* "Ungh... I'm sorry..." I whimpered.

"Nope."

*Thwack* "Pungh-please, sir..." I sniffled, sobbing, tears streaking my face and the window. I felt me nose running.

He'd paused.

"Please, sir, don't -"

"Nope."

*Thwack* "Pugnh! Pu... pu-lease... sir..." He didn't want don't... he wanted...

He wanted me to beg for it.

I mustered my strength. "Please, sir, let me suck your cock, sir..." My voice cracked, my breath still half-sobbing as I pleaded.

"Good girl."

No thwack... the pit evaporated, my heart fluttered, I smiled through a faceful of tears as he pulled me off the window and shoved me roughly to my knees. His hard cock was out, leveled to my face, and he didn't wait a beat to shove it into my mouth. I took it in eagerly, aching for his flesh, the warmth of it sending soothing tendrils into my stinging ass and and sore shoulders.

I hungrily, greedily worked at his cock, my hands bound behind me as I knelt there, naked save for my heels in front of his office window, a faint pink hint of my breasts showing if you looked from just the right angle.