Stay in the office

For a brief moment you find yourself paralyzed with fear and indecision. You're still kneeling on the floor of your boss' office, and you can still remember the sensation of the older man's cock in your mouth. It's so strange. You've spent plenty of time on your knees with coworkers before, but never with Mick, and never at work.

"You can get up," Mick says. You hadn't quite been expecting that. "You have to stay here, but that doesn't mean you need to make it so fucking obvious you just had a dick in your mouth." The older man rolls his eyes as he does up his jeans, and then takes a seat behind his desk.

With that little bit of leeway, you scramble to your feet. Mick doesn't keep any other chairs in his office, so you're left with no other option but to stand awkwardly beside his desk, your hands clasped in front of you. You're a little uncomfortable, the inevitable result of having to deal with strange social situations when your panties are still wet from the thorough blowjob you were giving your boss only moments ago.

A few moments pass and you hear a knock at the door. Mick doesn't say or do anything, but apparently Sydney knows that she has his permission to come in anyway.

Probably because she fucks him on the regular, a voice in your head pipes up to say. You have to stop yourself from scowling, both because your good friend never told you about this and because you thought about her in that way. Simply put, you shouldn't think about your friend's sex life like that.

That said. The thought of Sydney, bent over the desk, naked and sweaty, with Mick railing her hard from behind... well, there was something about that that made you feel even more uncomfortable about this whole situation. In a good way.

"Oh!" Sydney said when she stepped into the office. "Oh, uh, hey, Halle." Her eyes slide off of you and onto Mick-- the man who claimed to be her older, married fuckbuddy. "What's up? Can I do anything for you?" You notice that the short blonde is wearing bright red lipstick, and you're almost certain that she wasn't when she came into work this morning.

There was a second where Mick kept fiddling with something on his computer screen, as if Sydney had intruded instead of being called in by him. "Yeah," he says. "There is."

Those words hang in the air for a second. Both you and Sydney share an uneasy look as you wait for your boss to elaborate.