Business Casual

Reggie took a moment to grace Corinne with a possessive smack-grab and quick grope of her plaid skirted teen arse flesh. The giddy high-schooler giggled playfully in response, already shimmying her thoroughly cum coated pink silk panties the length of well sculpted thighs before skipping off towards the restroom. Her dark hair flouncing with each skip, she paused at the restroom door to blow Reggie an exaggerated kiss followed by sultry wink before slinking through the wooden door to begin her self-pleasuring.

Reggie smiled openly, noticing that she had entered the men's room.

He took a moment to close his eyes in though, mentally projecting directions for Corrine's waitress audition uniform once she finished herself off. Reggie fired off suggestions involving frilly aprons, whipped cream, various fruits, and perhaps a soiled panty head piece as options for consideration. After bringing herself to climax, Corinne would retreat to the employees room to locate as many of the required items as possible and fashion the uniform as she saw fit. She would then present herself before Reggie for approval and instructions for work.

Loud simpering and long sniffles suddenly drew his attention to the auburn tressed MIILF resting spread legged still on her knees before him. Tiffany was quite literally a hot mess. Her once pristine office ensemble of white skirt, blouse, and heels were thoroughly stained mud brown from spilt coffee, with the elaborate lace patterning of her delicate lingerie quite visible beneath her sodden silk clothing. Still openly weeping at her predicament, she removed her glasses to run soiled silk sleeved arm across tear-stained eyes, leaving large streaks of darkened mascara along reddened cheeks.

Reggie's sharp critique of her blowjob prowess had struck Tiffany to her core. She shook with fear, feeling her already tenuous relationship with her daughter rapidly slipping away. All because she had let her oral skills lapse to a DISGRACEFUL level? HOW could she be so SELFISH?!?

"I've got to do this....", Tiffany mumbled to herself beneath Reggie's watchful eyes. "For Vanessa!", she exclaimed with a look of steeled determination. Wrapping her arms beneath her soiled tits, she gathered herself to rise off the floor to stand precariously on still wobbling legs. Reggie noticed the large wet swath on the front of her skirt and sticky dampness between her legs as a testament to her newfound love of cock sucking.

"Thank you for your honesty, young man", Tiffany graced Reggie with a cum laced smile. Her lipstick smeared lips still glistened white with his spent seed. With a curt appreciative nod, she ran slender fingers through disheveled cum streaked hair before clicking back to her table to collect purse and computer.

Reggie noticed the pungent smell of stale coffee wafting in her wake.

Gathering her items, she paused to pull her mobile phone from brown-stained purse. Her fingers tapped quickly on the glass screen before raising the device to smear a large glob of cum that had been deposited within her inner ear.

Reggie overheard a rather heated discussion as Tiffany walked purposefully towards the door. From what he could gather, Tiffany had called her office secretary **** for directions to the nearest college campus.

Reggie's attention shifted to what appeared to be a well dressed business man and equally professionally attired secretary reviewing company policy at the corner banquette Corinne had previously occupied.

The 40ish man appeared well built beneath his expensive suit, with the beginnings of salt-and -pepper tinged hair at the base of his temples. He casually lounged on the leather cushioned seat opposite the prim young secretary reading hand written notes from the pages of a journal.

Reggie guessed his secretary to be in her mid to late 20's. Her lush blonde mane was styled neatly into a practical bob, with sleek oval framed glasses delicately perched on prominent nose in a classic secretarial look. From her sensible 2" pumps, knee length business skirt attempting to conceal lithe legs, and matching blazer doing a poor job of subduing a substantial C-cup bust, she projected a no-nonsense air as her fingers dutifully tapped across her glass tablet surface. With her impeccably tailored navy blue pinstripe skirt suit accented by liquid pink satin blouse below, Little Miss Secretary's outward demeanor was strict professionalism in sharp contrast to the relaxed posture of her boss.

Reggie did notice an admittedly adorable hair clip in the shape of a kitten holding her cute swept bangs to the side as the only 'crack' in her otherwise strictly-business facade.

Smiling to himself feeling he'd touched on some inspiration to work with, he strutted towards their booth to begin the fun.