"The call"

The moment you enter your office, you close the door, locking it behind you. A deep sigh escapes you as you lean against the door. Absentmindedly you reach down to the front of your pants, thinking about the unusual harness on you.

At that moment your phone rings. You pick it up on instinct and identify yourself before asking how you can help the caller. Your boss, Deborah Hollands, answers. “John, I need to see you in my office right away. We have a problem with the Stanley account.”

This account is worth millions to the company and will assure you a large bonus, perhaps even a promotion if it goes through. You assure your boss you will be there immediately, then you hang up the phone and make sure you are presentable before taking the elevator to the executive offices floor.

The receptionist waves you in immediately. You enter the office to find your boss looking over the Stanley file…along with Doe and Melissa…Your boss motions you over as she sits down in her chair. As she leans back, she motions you to come behind her desk. “John, I’ve had a long day and it’s not even noon. Give me a foot massage, would you?” She props her feet on a small stool, then kicks off her heels.

You look at the long, attractive legs of your boss. Her dark creamy skin and brown eyes flush perfectly with her beige business jacket and short matching skirt. Tan stockings completes her outfit. While she is an alluring lady, you feel awkward. Why would the boss ask you for a massage?

Doe clears her throat to remind you who’s in charge. Suddenly it dawns on you. Deborah must be in on this too. Inwardly sighing, you kneel down and rub Deborah’s feet. She leans back in her chair, sighing softly. “That feels so good, John. Just rub a little bit harder…perfect…”

As the three of them discuss and analyze all of the work you put into this account, you are **** to massage everyone’s feet as they take turns sitting in the boss’s chair. All the while they make notes and plan for a meeting with the client this evening. Finally Deborah stands in front of you and pulls her stockings and panties off, then hikes up her skirt and sits back down in her chair. “Now let’s see if you’re as good as Melissa and Doe say you are.”

Several minutes later, Deborah takes a deep breath as she leans back. “God, that was wonderful. And no hesitation. Most people would be afraid to do that to their boss.” Deborah looks at Melissa and Doe, smiling as she stands. “I need a cigarette. Get him cleaned up and we’ll go get some lunch.” Doe forces you to strip, removes the locks on your shaft, gives you your boxers, and tells you to hurry up and meet them in the lobby. You dash downstairs where the three ladies push you in a cab with them.