Going Into the Meeting

Wendy walked into the building, trying to hide the white, sticky globs tangled in her hair and dripping off her skirt- to find her boss waiting for her, “Wendy what happened to you this morning?!”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” she said, “give me a few minutes to clean up and I’ll be right there.”

“We have no TIME, Wendy!” He said before grabbing her arm and dragging her to the conference room.

“Wendy!” The leadership committee greeted her, “I look forward to hearing about the progress you’ve been making lately.” They reached out a hand to shake, Wendy reluctantly lowered the hand hiding the cum in her hair to shake the extended hand.

“Wendy, what’s that in your hair?”

“Oh...this?”

“It looks like you got some of it in your skirt too.”

“Oh right...it’s uh...hair gel.” Wendy said, “I was running late this morning after working late into the night last night, I didn’t want to waste your time, so I just dabbed it on my hair and drove over here. I guess some of it spilled on my skirt.”

“Oh! Thank you, but there’s no need to rush yourself- we could have rescheduled”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Could you please prepare yourself though, I’m getting uncomfortable seeing that in your hair....”

“Oh, of course” she was about to get up to leave the room.

“No need to walk all the way to the bathroom- take a couple minutes to do your hair here” they said looking at her intently.

“Right...of course” she uttered. She pulled the mirror out of her purse to see the damage- it was a massive glob of cum stuck in there. “It’s not enough that my mouth reeks of the stuff I’m going to have this stuff in my hair all day, too...”

She exhaled a defeated sigh, and massaged the cum all throughout her hair and tried to make it look as professional as possible.

“Alright...let’s begin, shall we?”