A few mistakes and I "forget" an important file.

Our new clients had already arrived by the time I finished serving breakfast and coffee and they were soon ushered into the meeting room to discuss the upcoming case. I raised an eye-brow as I saw a conga-line of voluptuous scantily-clad girls shuffling in, with Sasha and Kelly following close behind. Vivian stood beside me, taking in the view as well.

"We're representing the female staff of 'The General's Breasts and Thighs', a strip-club that apparently has very tasty fried chicken." She clarified, handing me a fun, colorful pamphlet, "They have evidence that their boss has been sexually harassing them." Greasy, smelly fried chicken with strippers? A bit of a weird combination in my opinion...

As I examined the strange advertisement, I looked up in time to see Sasha waving to me. I hurried over and she whispered in my ear, handing me a tiny black USB flashdrive, "The girls brought more evidence to use in our case, print everything on here and bring it back," She shot me an authoritative look, "and Adam? Let's try not to fall into anymore 'deep sleeps' on the way back, otherwise, I'll have to..."

My cock immediately stiffened at the sight of my sexy boss mimicking a blowjob, making it clear what my "punishment" would be. Sasha was normally so uptight, so professional... I stumbled to the office computer lab, pondering how I would handle this to make sure I get my dick wet.

"What is this?" Kelly exclaimed, her mouth open in disbelief as she inspected the top image of the pile of documents I carried in, "This picture is in black-and-white! We can't see anything!"

"Oh, I thought I could save us some ink..." I said innocently, barely containing my shit-eating grin. The dark lighting in the strip club was of course, atrocious. Removing the vibrant color from the stripper costumes and outfits made things even worse.

"Umm, I don't think you can see the manager's hand on my ass in this picture." The blonde stripper commented, squinting closely. "It's really hard to see, like, uh, anything, actually."

"These are unusable," Sasha sighed, flipping through the pictures, "You can barely make out any- Oh Jesus Christ!" They had reached the photo-copied image of my dick I slipped in. It wasn't easy, but I did it. "Wha-How-Is this your... penis?" The women in the meeting room instantly recoil in horror at the image, even Sasha who had been so intimately involved with my junk.

"This is a sexual harassment case right?" I offered, "I thought I would just remind the court of what was involved. Oh, and this one is in color."

"What the hell's gotten into you!" Kelly snarled, "Sasha, handle this. I can't believe it, I'm going to go print these myself." The younger of the two sisters snatched the black USB out of my hand and marched down the hall.

"I am so sorry ladies, we are normally much more professional." Sasha blushed apologetically and with surprising strength, grabbed my wrist and began dragging me towards a sofa, "You are an idiot!" She whispered harshly, but not wrongly.

"Sorry Miss Marshal, I was just trying to help-"

"If you are at all interesting in keeping your job, take your pants off... now!" I obediently undressed, while Sasha turned back to her female clients, "My sincerest apologies again, here at Marshal Law we strive to be our very best, but sometimes our weakest link can hold us back." I wave to the crowd of women and Sasha grinds her teeth in anger. "To prove that we will do better, I invite you all to watch as I discipline my personal assistant."

"I'm ready Miss Marshal." I sat in the sofa, completely bottomless while stroking my hardening dick in anticipation. It was a bit strange and contradictory that no one in the room thought this was weird... after all, didn't they just react in disgust to a picture of my penis? I didn't have much time to think about it as a soft groan escaped my throat while Sasha reached underneath her short grey skirt and yanked her lacy red panties to her ankles, stepping out of them. "Wait, w-we're going to have sex?"

"I assumed I knew the extent of your incompetence Adam, I was wrong." Sasha explained coldly, kneeling both of her smooth, long, pale legs along mine and aiming my stiff cock right against her pussy lips, "I told you I would suck your cock if you made another mistake, but you've went above and beyond that. I'm going to drain every ounce of sperm you have into me." I couldn't help but gasp as she suddenly plunged downward, taking me completely inside her, down to the balls. My hands latched onto the sides of her business jacket, supporting her as she energetically bounced her thick ass up and down.

"Ah, I see you're handling Adam," Kelly smiled as she entered the room again, seemingly okay with the fact that her sister was riding my cock in the middle of the office. The three female associates also entered in tow, their expressions the epitome of neutral as well, though I saw Vivian rolling her eyes and shaking her head at me. "So, let's continue with the discussion, shall we?"

Sasha was absolutely ravenous; I could barely hold on as her hips aggressively hammered away at my cock with her tight pink slit squeezing me on all sides. As she pushed her soft, tender lips against mine and **** me into a deep kiss, I let go and carelessly blasted a full load of pent-up cum deep into her clenching pussy. I pulled out of her with a satisfying pop, her sopping wet pussy clinging to me as it sought to keep me inside her. We both watched as my thick, gooey jizz dripping out of her filled-up cunt.

"Good." Sasha grunted in approval, a bead of sweat rolling down her head as she blushed furiously. I sighed and nuzzled my face against her bare neck, but suddenly felt Sasha's slender fingers grabbing my wilting cock and guiding it back inside. "But we're not done, not even close."

As she resumed riding me, I looked over and saw Brianna staring, fanning herself and crossing her legs. Vivian was trying her best to hide it, but I could see the side of her eye locked onto her boss fucking the lights out of me. Chelsea seemed rather unimpressed and hadn't even bothered to check on us after initially entering the room.

I looked up and saw Sasha's eyes narrow, filled with righteous disdain for my actions. To her, straddling my cock and riding until I flood her tight slit with my seed was too lenient, she would need to **** me until I was shooting blanks. As my balls churned up a second load, I realized this may have been a mistake...

As the meeting concluded, Kelly shook hands with Candy, the leader of the strippers. Meanwhile, Sasha and I both let out lecherous, primal screams as I slammed my cock as deep as it would go and dumped my fourth and final load into her milking pussy. We were both of us wheezing and panting at the end of our violent fuck-session. My overly-sensitive dick twitched with pleasure, barely pushing out any semen at all for Sasha's final creampie.

The room stank of sweat and sex, her skin was glistening in the light and her buttoned shirt was torn open at some point, the buttons scattered on the floor. Her grey skirt was stained and rolled up like a belt, completely exposing her sticky, wet pussy, freely leaking every thick shot of sperm I shot up inside her.

"You're... dismissed for today Adam..." Sasha sternly stared into my eyes, but her mouth was gasping for air and her tongue was rolled out like a dog's, "I expect... to see you tomorrow... with a new attitude." I could barely nod, my drained testicles ached from overuse. As the other women began shuffling out the door, a gust of fresh, cool air breezed across my face and I passed out.