Hide under the table

You feel Sabrina’s thighs tighten around you, but in an urgent, self preservation manner.

“What are you doing?!” you whisper to her.

“Just hide!” she whispers back. You can’t see what she is doing while under her skirt, so you go with her plan and crawl under the conference table to hide from whoever is coming in the room.

“Oh! Sabrina, what are you doing here?” asks a familiar voice. It’s Mr. Furman, your supervisor.

“Uh… Hi, Mr. Furman!” Sabrina replies. “Gemma said that there was going to be a meeting in here and I… I thought that… if it’s alright with you, I could sit in with you?”

“Hm…” Furman thinks for a minute. “Gemma’s already going to be sitting in. Don’t you have a report to transcribe?”

“I’ll have that done at the end of the day, sir!” she assures him.

“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t see a problem with you sitting in as well,” Furman agrees. “Uh… did you want to get your notebook out for this?”

“I…”

You feel Sabrina’s knees squeeze together, then her feet start kicking at you, telling you to take your head out of her lap. She needs to move out of her chair. You manage to get away but notice that Sabrina had taken off her shoes. It would draw attention to the ground if Furman notices. You hold her ankles, keeping her from rolling away on her office chair.

Sabrina’s hands clamp onto the edge of the table and she plants her feet on the floor, holding her position there.

“I… uh, I thought I’d actually just sit in and listen, you know, fully absorb what is going on!” she argues. “If I’ve got my nose in my notes, I’d miss all the details of interactions… you know, the eye contact, body language…”

There is a silent pause before Furman responds.

“You DO know this is a teleconference, right?” he asks.

“Ah haha… of course.. I knew, Gemma mentioned that. All the more reason to pay close attention… reactions will be much subtler…” Sabrina reasons.

As this conversation is happening, you peek out from under the desk and find Sabrina’s shoes. They are out in plain sight but Furman must not have noticed yet.

“Do as you will,” Furman replies to Sabrina. You notice him stepping over and taking a seat at the head of the table. “I only ask that you remain silent throughout the meeting, only speak when spoken to, understood?”

“Understood sir!” Sabrina replies.

Once Furman is out of your sight line, you reach out and swipe Sabrina’s heels. Now that they’re safely under the table, you try to slip them back onto Sabrina’s feet. The two of you struggle to coordinate, causing her to bump her knees against the desk. You freeze up and there is an awkward pause, but eventually Sabrina’s knee eases back down again, making you feel like you got away with it.

“Sabrina? What are you doing here?” Gemma asks, apparently entering the room as well.

“Hey, Gem… I asked if it was OK if I could sit in as well,” Sabrina explains.

“Oh, I see,” Gemma replies in an excited tone. She murmurs to Sabrina, “We can compare notes after. Do you need some paper?”

“Oh please!” Sabrina gasps, quiet enough for Furman not to hear. Not being able to take notes might have been **** for her.

Gemma sits next to Sabrina and opens up her notebook to pass some paper. Underneath the table, you are huddled in between wood panel walls that cover the cabling of the teleconference phone and plugs embedded into the table. Basically, you are boxed in from all sides except Sabrina’s seat and coincidentally, Gemma’s right next to her. Looks like you’ll be sitting in on this meeting as well. At least Sabrina can make her way out safely now that she has her shoes back on. You try to make yourself comfortable and not bump into Gemma to make her check under the table.

You feel something underneath as you shift around. You pick it up to inspect in the dim light. It’s Sabrina’s panties!