Taking the Bull by the Horns

Alan was right, Debbi thought, her whole team was staring, waiting for her to take hold of the situation. “Right then. I can handle this no problem.” She said. Everyone took their seats as Debbi went to work on the problem at hand. “This is a technic that’s worked for me before.” Debbi said, opting for a hands-on approach.

Squatting down next to the stool with her team looking on Debbi took the dildo in her hands, and after hesitating briefly the young businesswomen began to work the shaft like an old pro. The men looked on with jealousy each one secretly wishing it was his own member receiving this expert hand-job for their pretty lady boss. While Debbi continued tirelessly stroking the rubber toy, her female colleagues couldn’t help but snicker. Seeing Debbi reduced to Thai masseuse was much more to their collective liking then her previous elevation to object of desire.

Debbi worked the cock till her arms grew tired. Finally releasing the shaft she frowned in disappointment. The ‘problem” still stood proudly atop its stool. “Damn. That usually works.” Debbi thought. “Don’t worry team, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve!” Debbi reassured her employees. “Are you sure you are dress appropriately to handle that problem boss?” Stew offered in return. Debbi looked down at her elegant business attire, she certainly felt she was dressed appropriately for a manager? But perhaps Stew had a point, was she dressed appropriately for the task at hand?

She thought about it for a moment, he was right, she didn’t typically handle “problems” of this nature dressed as she was. “You’re right Stewart, thank you for that suggestion!” Debbi said with a smile as she began unbuttoning her blouse. With her blouse decarded, the still smiling Debbi unclasped her bra, and it soon join her shirt on the floor. It had been some time since most had seen Debbi’s supple breasts bare in person, her nipples hardening in the cool office air, it was a welcome sight.