Blow jobs fallout

Bailey’s knees pressed into the office’s carpeted floor, unable to move from his position under the large wooden desk with George Brannon sitting in front of him. Bailey slapped both of his hands onto the man’s thighs as he gagged on the man’s member that was pressed deeply into Bailey’s mouth. The feminized man’s lips were pressed firmly on the base of the cock that was in his mouth, his lipstick now gone, all traces of it left on the member that was pulsing as it shot it's ropey cum into Bailey’s throat. ‘Can’t breath, can’t breath!’ Bailey thought, his eyes watering as he struggled for air.

When the hand on the back of Bailey’s neck released he pulled back as fast as he could, causing his tongue to become slick with the white salty fluid and for it to spill out on his chin. A hard sound then filled the office as the back of Bailey’s head collided with the desk, a small spike of pain running through Bailey as he swallowed the seed in his mouth before gasping for air. Not even thinking of what he was doing Bailey placed his forehead down on the lap in front of him, as he took deep breath, after deep breath, his left hand rubbing the top of his head, just above his messy ponytail.

Leaning back in his chair, George had a contented smile on his face as he looked down at the girl who looked to be in a cuddling mood after sucking him off. ‘Poor thing in her excitement she hit her head.’ He was never much of a cuddler, but the eager bimbo had been waiting under his desk for whoever knew how long in order to surprise him, it was the least he could do. Running his hand through her platinum blonde hair his smile deepened. “Little best, that was the best surprise I have had in a long time, your mouth was made for sucking dick. Why not make this a regular thing, you can come in here and crawl under my desk at lunch time, you get what you want, I get what I want and you won't ever have to spend money on lunch again. How does that sound?”

When the teen girl looked up at him he could see the tears in her eyes. Moving his hand from her hair, he cupped her cheek and wondered if it had been a bad idea to make the offer. She was smiling up at him, tears in her eyes as if she was about to burst into tears from joy as she looked at him lovingly. He didn’t think any girl loved dick enough to be that happy about it, and that really meant only one thing. ‘Great… the girl is falling for me.’ Doing his best not to sigh, he rolled back his chair and helped the girl to her heeled feet. “I need to get back to a meeting, and trust me little Best, I much rather spend time with you sitting here in my lap, but we all have to do what we have to do. Now you run along, and make sure to fix your face. If you are going to be associated with me you need to look, well… look your best.”

Watching the girl’s tight ass as she left George shook his head the girl hadn’t even spoken a word to him. ‘Must be just trying to enjoy the taste of her hard work's reward. Wow… point for George getting a sexy little thing to fall in love after one little dicking.’ Putting himself away, the bald man zipped up his pants, unbuckled his belt before heading off back to his meeting, being more than thankful for the break and what had been waiting for him. He did consider the one real downside to the little work relationship, it meant he couldn’t really fire the girl's mother when he got promoted. ‘Though… if I encourage that little school girl’s crush on me…’ He thought as a wolfish smile came to his face, just imagining Amanda Best’s reaction to hearing her daughter was not just dating him, but was in love.

Disgust filled Bailey, the slimy feeling lingered in his mouth as he moved down the hallway, head downcast, not wanting anyone to see him till he fixed his face. ‘A good girl always looks her best.’ He thought as shame ran through him like it was a physical ****. ‘I like failed, I totally failed! I didn’t record him or like anything and… and…’ Bailey’s mind reeled, not at what he had done, but because of the things he had thought when doing it. The feminized man knew he needed to do a good job to make things go faster, but as he slid his tongue along the shaft and turned his head from side to side he had wondered what the creepy man had liked more and felt a sense of pride when he groaned at his efforts. While mincing to his destination Bailey stopped walking as he moved his tongue around in his mouth as realization hit him. He hadn’t been disgusted at the cum sliding down his throat, filling his mouth and covering his tongue. A sense of accomplishment had followed, he had done a good job. The woman he loved would be safe because of him, but he didn’t get the proof. ‘Focus.. Focus girl! Mommy will be safe, you did that, that was all you.’

Trying to reframe what happened as a good thing wasn’t finding much purchase in Bailey’s mind. ‘It was a good thing, you totally did good girl! I’m like a girl and girls give blow jobs, its totally, yeah totally not a big deal. I’m just like Bailey Ann Best and I did what I had to do to save my family and, and… it isn’t like I haven't’ done it before. A good girl is always obedient. He totally wanted me to do that and a good girl never argues or complains… I’m a good…’ Still not moving Bailey started to lose the battle with the tears that had been steadily leaking from the corner of his eyes. ‘Girl… happy and… and proud.’

“Bailey?!” Derrick said as he stopped walking. He had left his little temporary office to go to the bathroom, and while he expected for Bailey to see him again that day after he gave the girl some things to do, tasks he had been patting himself on the back for coming up with. The man was not expecting to run into the girl in the hallway looking disheveled and he had never known her to be seen with her hair a mess or her makeup smeared. The way her body shook made him step closer and take a closer look, the girl was crying. Her mascara was running, her lipstick was mostly gone, except for a bit that was smeared at the corner of her mouth and on her chin was… Taking hold of the girl he half picked her up and got her back into his office as quick as he could and sat her down in one of the chairs. “Bailey, are you okay?”

Blinking a few times, Bailey tried to hold it all in as she nodded to the bearded man who was talking to her in a relaxed, calming voice, but she had been around him long enough to know it was a **** calm. She smiled at him, she always smiled like a good girl should, but it felt fake and it hadn’t felt that way in a while. Just yesterday she was… but today…. “I’m… I’m okay.” She lied. Bailey’s mind kept repeating itself, reminding her that a blow job was no big deal for a girl to give a guy and she was a girl, she was Bailey Ann Best and had done it to protect, to save another. Bailey very much wanted to create mental distance and put up walls.

“Bailey, listen to my voice princess. You are not okay, and there is nothing wrong with that.” Derrick said with one hand on each of her thin biceps. “Tell me, who did this to you? Was it that Gates boy?” He wanted to be gentle with her, but a firmness ruled his voice as he tried to keep his anger in check.

“Nnnnn… no, no Auggie didn’t.” Bailey closed his eyes, shaking his head, the thin lie that this would be better if he was a girl falling away as he wished he hadn’t hidden from the tall dark haired young man, who only wanted to invite his girlfriend over to see his mother. Things like this happened with Auggie too a dark part Bailey’s mind pushed the thought forward, but it was tempered by the memory of his laugh, how his whole chest tended to move when laughter struck him and the scent of Auggie that lingered on the sweater Bailey had been given that night of the birthday party. There wasn’t any malice in the twenty one year old man, unlike the vile creature that was Brannon.

“Bra…” Bailey opened his mouth to spit out the bald man’s name, wanting Derrick to handle the creep like he had the boys at the water park… and then do much worse, but that couldn’t happen. Brannon had leverage, and Bailey had no proof of anything. Miss April said he would need proof or nothing would happen. So instead of finishing what he was going to say Bailey leaned forward, clutching the jacket Candi’s father wore and pressed his face into the man as he started to cry, truly in earnest.

Feeling Bailey press into him Derrick wrapped his arms around the shaking girl, his jaw set and teeth almost grinding into one another. He wanted to think he would be helpful and protective of any person in a situation like this, Bailey wasn’t his daughter even if she had a passing resemblance. Candace had his green eyes and looked so much like his lost wife and while Bailey was not his blood it wasn’t hard for him to see the woman he loved in the girl’s face, just like his Candace. It was as if the world had called to him when he first started to admire Amanda Best. Her drive, her intellect and her beauty all made him interested in her and then there was her daughter that looked like she could be one of his own. Holding the girl closer, anger filled Derrick, it didn’t matter what he would feel for others, he had been protective of this girl from the start and just hearing her start to say George Brannons name gave his mind and rage a target. “I know this is hard for you princess, but I need to know, I need to hear you say it. Who took advantage of you? I’m here for you, I will protect you. You believe me, right?”

Feeling himself being pulled back Derrick’s firm chest, Bailey looked into the older man’s eyes, he could see a kindness there and something more. Gone was the easy smile Derrick normally wore and in its place was a grimace. Shaking his head Bailey wanted to tell him no, that he couldn’t say, but after everything Derrick Connors had done for him… despite wanting to hate the man for daring to even so much as flirt with his woman, he couldn't. Bailey really did trust the stupid man who wouldn’t stop calling him princess. “I… I… He… Mr. Brannon told me…” Bailey had started to say how the man said that his mouth was made for sucking dick. Bailey wasn’t even sure why he was about to reveal that horrible insult, but even as he spoke the feminized man could still taste him.

“I get it, I get it.” Derrick took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, telling himself that he needed to not fly off the handle, the girl needed him to be a rock. “I can have the police come and have him arrested if you want to spea…” He let his words trail off as she clung to him harder as she shook her head. Derrick couldn’t blame the girl, there was a reason not many **** victims came forward. It wasn’t just speaking to the police once, but having to do it at least a second time in court, reliving the traumatic event. “Okay, we don’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to, how about human resou…” Again he stopped when the girl let her wishes be known. “Okay, then let me get a hold of your Mom so she can get you home.”

To Bailey the idea of the police getting involved was terrifying. They were still looking for him, Aunt Megan hadn’t solved that problem yet and if he did everyone would know that he was a cock sucker. The HR department was worthless from what Miss April had said, he needed actual proof for that, but what really got Bailey’s attention was the last person Derrick had mentioned. “No… please don’t tell her.” Bailey said with a pleading voice. He already didn’t look like a man, it would take time for that to change, but if she knew that he had been swallowing other men’s cum he didn’t think she would ever look at him the same and he couldn’t lose her. “I ahhh.. Umm. You can’t tell anyone, please, please Mr. Connors!”

“Okay.” Derrick said in a calmer voice than he felt. The teen girl was pleading with him and he had just told her that she could trust him and she was… she told him who it was and had started to tell him what George Brannon had said to make her compliant and considering what else he had done, Derrick could jump to what he thought was a reasonable conclusion. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation and felt like the least he should do is tell the girl's mother, but that would also mean breaking what trust he had built with her. Stepping away from the girl, he reached into his laptop bag to pull out some wet wipes, something his last assistant said he should always have with him, and handed them over to the girl. “How about we get you cleaned up and then I will take you home. “

With a small nod Bailey took the offered wet wipes and proceeded to pull out the phone that he had hidden in his bra strap to use the camera as a mirror. The site of his own face, eyes puffy, mascara, running, and just, just so much more. ‘A good girl always looks her best.’ Bailey’s lip trembled for a second before looking back up to Derrick after he had at least cleaned off everything around his mouth. “Could, could you please go get my purse from my desk?”

Quickly agreeing Derrick moved to the cubicle Bailey and Candace shared, the sight of the decorated cubicle brought a small smile to his face before it faded away. The girl’s had put up signs and photos, bringing some cheery life to their little piece of the office, but he was on a mission and needed to keep moving. Finding the purse where Bailey had said it would be he started his trek back. Along the way he made no eye contact, trying to keep his mind focused on what Bailey needed and away from the dark thoughts of taking the bald man’s neck between his hands and strangling him before tossing him out a window.

Giving the girl back her property, Derrick stood near the door, leaning on the wall with his hand covering his mouth, making the hard decisions that ran through his mind. He was going to tell Mandy, the girl’s mother needed to know and he would just have to pay the price of the betrayal Bailey would feel and hope one day she would understand, if not forgive him. The other matter of George hadn’t come to a conclusive end. A lot of him wanted to take the matter into his own hands, but he also wasn’t a kid anymore and even had long past his twenties, he had responsibilities, to himself, to his daughter and the company so he had to handle things differently and in a way that the cockroach of the man didn’t get away. ‘Take care of Bailey, get her home, take care of Brannon and then talk to Mandy.’ He said to himself coming to a final decision on how to handle things, all while the terrified girl with her purse’s contents spilled out over the table in the small conference room was putting her makeup on and seemingly becoming calm again.

Looking at himself on camera Bailey turned his head slightly to the left, quirking up the corner of his mouth. Running the mascara wand across his fluttering eyelashes, adding some blush back to his cheeks and finally applying a fresh coat of lipstick he was finally feeling like himself again. The ritual felt meditative and soothed much of the turmoil in his mind though the fact he hadn’t had everything he needed to contour his face like he had that morning left Bailey a little irritable. “Okay, I totally feel better, well not fully but better!” Bailey said with a smile as he looked up to the man leaning against the wall. Things weren’t okay, but Bailey was able to calm himself down and remind himself of what was important. ‘Mommy’s job is safe, be happy, you did that. Just another day, things happened but it isn’t like I broke a heel.’ The thought had Bailey look down at his feet as he cocked one to the side to take a good look at his glossy white hidden platform stilettos, a small frown coming to his face thinking about them breaking, before vanishing back to his practiced smile.

What had happened hadn’t changed in Bailey’s mind but like he had done with Liam he pushed the thoughts away. Girls had sex with men, secretaries and interns had sex with their bosses. Bailey Andrew Smith got blow jobs from some of his cute workers, this was just what happened. Or so he told himself, not wanting to face what had happened. It didn’t happen to him, he was a guy, he got blow jobs, he put his hot girlfriend in bondage and fucked her. Bailey Ann was the one it happened to and she liked that sort of thing, she after all was the type of girl to give a bj to a friend that would drive her home from school and she had done it for a good reason. “Thanks for waiting, are you like ready to take me home?”

Giving the girl a smile, a smile Derrick felt **** to show he nodded. “Yeah, lets get you home. Then maybe I can send Candace over, I unfortunately have to get back here to take care of a few things. I mean, if that is okay.” He quickly added, not considering till that second how she might want him to stay around.

“No, you can just drop me off.” Bailey pursed his lips for a second. “Also, thanks for you know, just being here.”

Hearing that Derrick felt a sense of pride, Candance needed him less and less as she got older and it felt good to hear such things. He hoped she would never need him in this situation and that he wouldn’t also be feeling the pang of guilt that came along with it, knowing he was going to tell the woman he loved that her daughter had a **** sexual encounter with one of her own employees. “Bailey, it may not always seem like it, but I will always be in your corner”

With that the two started to head out of the office, but instead of finding their way to the door, Bailey found himself face to face with the young man he had been avoiding all day. “Auggie!” Bailey said, his voice squeaking in surprise seeing his sorta fake boyfriend, who looked much like Bailey felt. Seeing the sudden change from someone who looked like they wanted to hide away in a hole. To someone who was enjoying the warm sun on a cold day, all because August had seen him, made Bailey feel happier, his day instantly getting a bit better.

“Bailey!” August said a smile growing on his face as he saw his beautiful girlfriend, before inclining his head to the man standing next to her. “Mr. Connors.” His mother had been on him over and over again to invite his girlfriend by and he really didn’t want that level of embarrassment, but after the troubles he was told were ahead on Friday it seemed like the least he could do for his mom. After the follow up meeting with Mega Corp’s lawyer that would be assigned to him today, he also thought he needed it. A nice meal with the people he cared about before he would have to take the fall for the missing documents that were supposed to be going to congress for an inquiry they were holding on something the company had done, or something, someone had done. He didn’t have the connections to get out of something like this and the lawyer said he would probably do two years at max and maybe some house arrest after for his part in the missing documents because he was playing ball as he put it. The company would stick with him and while it had been decided he couldn’t be re-hired after everything, they would give him a reasonable payout. With that weighing heavily on his mind, finally seeing the beautiful girl that he had been looking for brightened his day. “I was looking for you.”

Stepping slightly forward Derrick clapped the younger man on the shoulder. “Good to see you, while I’m sure Bailey would love to chat, the two of us have to get going, she is having a bad day.” The second he said the last part Derrick knew he had said too much, the boy was the girl’s boyfriend and knew the conversation wouldn’t end there.

“Bad, Bailey, are you okay?” I was going to ask you to come to dinner tonight, meet my Mom, but if you are having a bad day…” August said, looking into his girlfriend's green eyes.

Looking between the men in his life, Bailey felt stupid. Everything could have been avoided if he had just spoken to Auggie, it was just a dinner and Miss April said he had to go. The worries of what Auggie’s mother would think, worries Bailey didn’t even know he had seemed small compared to the thoughts his mind was still cringing away from. “No, that umm sounds like fun. Could you pick me up later?”

August’s smile grew a bit brighter at the news, feeling like his day was at least getting a little better from its incredibly low point. Leaning forward he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “You sure? No pressure.”

“Opening his mouth to answer, Bailey looked at Derrick. He had been nice and understanding, but Bailey could see the pity in his eyes and it was making it harder to just forget everything had happened. ‘It was a fluke, next time I will have my phone ready!’ he told himself, still not thinking about what evidence he would really be capturing. Reaching out he touched the older man’s forearm through his jacket’s sleeve. “Mr. Connors, would it be okay if Auggie drove me home?” With Auggie, Bailey thought at least he wouldn’t feel like there was an elephant in the room.

“Umm, sure. If that is what you want.” Derrick said with concern. He continued to stand there just watching as Bailey happily took her boyfriend’s hand in her own and leaned into the twenty something year old man. He was sure the girl was putting on a brave face, but the fact that she even could after what she had been through told him a great deal about the strength of her character. He just hoped the Gates boy was what she really needed to help her, but if it wasn’t he was sure he was making the right decision with getting her mom involved. When the pair walked out of view Derrick pulled out his cell phone, making a bee line for the closet empty office that was on the first floor to speak privately.

The first call was to security, giving them directions that George Brannon, currently on the ninth floor main meeting room, and is to be removed from the premises immediately, that he was not to be allowed back in his office and that if he resists he should be removed with ****. The second phone call he was going to wait on, wanting to see the weasel's face as he was taken from the building. He fully expected to get an angry call from the executive or executives that backed the man for whatever reason. Derrick couldn’t say exactly what happened or to who, but he was sure he could stress how bad it would look for the company if word got out that the person who was going to take over the branch had been forcing interns to perform sexually for him and as a representative of the entire west coast division of Mega Corp he was only doing what he felt was best to cut away the rot.

Walking with security and seeing the absolute outrage on Brannon’s face as things evolved felt like a soothing balm on Derrick’s anger. It wasn’t perfect, but it was what he could get away with and not be in trouble with the police himself.

“This is ridiculous!” George proclaimed when he heard the security guard whisper to him that he had to come with him, that he had to leave the building. It had been odd to see the blue shirted security coming into the meeting, and he had wondered what was going on, till he learned it was about himself. Glaring at the man who seemed to loom over him, George shook his head. “I will deal with you and whatever this is about later, now if you will excuse us we are trying to conduct actual business.”

Right away the tall man of Asian descent felt like he didn’t get paid enough for this level of crap he had to deal with. “Sir, please come with me.” He said, putting a hand on the angry man’s shoulder.

“Get yoUR HANDS OFF ME THIS INSTANT!” George roared as he tossed his arm back and jumped to his feet. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH HERE!”

With a deep intake of breath the security guard nodded, more than happy to do things the hard way, that was what he had been told to do anyhow and he made sure everycall he took was recorded to cover his own ass. “I do sir, now if you would, please come with me.” he said still in a calm voice, reaching out to grab the smaller man’s wrist.

Feeling the hand clamp around his wrist George tried to pull his hand free, but found the buildings security officer being more than just taller than him, but also much stronger. “Do you all see this!” He said flailing his other hand to the group of people. “This buffoon is assaulting me!” He then turned his attention to the man that wouldn’t let go. “I will have your job and see to it that you can only find work in fast food for this!” That was when he saw Derrick Connors who had to have come into the room after the security guard. “Hey! Tell this… this, tell him to let me go! He is trying to throw me out of the building!” George commanded even as he was starting to be dragged from the room.

Crossing his arms Derrick shook his head, doing his best to keep a straight face and not let anyone see the pure joy he was feeling for this ass to get what he deserved, or at least a piece of it. “Sorry George, I can’t do that. Not after what you have been up to. We can’t have anyone here taking advantage of other employees.” He said while holding the door open to make it easier to get the squirming man out of the room.

At first George thought that Connors was on to him and what he had done in order to secure his upcoming position, but then it dawned on him what this was really about. ‘That bitch Best is angry about her daughter being all gaga over me and she got her boyfriend to come to her rescue.’ Yanking his arm one more time to try and get free, George tried to stand his ground, with little success. “All of this because the little slut gave me a blow job?” He laughed sadistically. “She wanted it, had been waiting under my desk all morning to get what she wanted. You… YOU! WILL! NOT! GET! AWAY! WI… AHHH!” HIs words trailed away as he almost stumbled to the floor, his attempt to stand his ground and being pulled away at the same time worked itself out on who was going to win as George almost fell on his face, saved only by the fact his arm was now jerked up behind him like how a cop might walk a perp as the three went to the nearest elevator.

Still schooling his face Derrick kept his cool as they rode down to the first floor, the entire time the angry and raging man yelled and thrashed. Seeing him manhandled, kept in place with an even hand by security wasn’t as good as doing it himself, but Derrick would have to make due with what he could get. If he had done it himself there would be more fists and throwing, he never had learned any of the limb locks. When they got out of the building to Derrick’s glee he got to watch the bald man be thrown to the ground when he tried to reach for the security officer with his own hand to claw at him.

“Consider yourself officially trespassed Branndon, if you don’t leave the property in the next ten minutes I will be **** to call the police. Consider yourself fired, I will make sure HR gets that out in writing to you shortly.” Derrick said, rubbing the back of his own neck, feeling some of the tension in his body starting to give way.