Miranda sneered at Tom, the CEO, as she stood in the hallway holding the binder filled with this quarters results. They were both headed to the same meeting where she’d be delivering said results to the chairman of the board.
She didn’t like Tom, which he was quite aware of, and recently she’d decided to not hide it anymore. Coincidently, it was around the same time Tom started to institute his latest round of changes at the office.
Tom did that every six months of so, shuffling the deck chairs as she liked to think of it, thought this time his changes had shown results… somehow.
“Hello Tom.” she almost spat out with venom in her voice.
“Hello Miranda, you’re looking… nice, today.” he said with a smile on his lips.
She rolled her eyes and gave a little huff in response as she tugged her latex vest down with her free hand. She really didn’t care much about Tom’s new dress code for the office, though even she had to admit that the feeling of latex hugging her body was… unique.
No, it wasn’t the dress code, or the daily “meditation” breaks, or even the weekly “training” sessions that everyone was forced to attend that perturbed her. Instead it was all the extra time at the gym that she had to spend that really got under her skin.
At first it hadn’t bothered her at all, seeing the other women in the office walking around in skimpy latex outfits. They were younger than her after all so it was to be expected. Well, that and Tom had a habit of hiring young and pushing them out the door when they got a little older.
She’d only stayed at the company for so long because she was indispensable. She was the only one that could decipher the complex web of financial spaghetti that her father had built up over the years as the previous CFO.
So for the first few weeks she’d been fine… she’d just focused on her job and let the others traipse around the office with those tiny waists and pushed up tits. Then, after one of her weekly training sessions, things had changed and it wasn’t long before she was going to the gym to try and lose those pounds she’d put on since university.
She still had a long way to go, and that’s what bothered her the most. Every time she saw Tom leering at one of the other girls in the office all she could do was think that it should be her that he was leering at.
A little shiver ran through her as she imagined him staring at her ass, or her tits, or her tiny little waist, or her lips wrapped around his cock…
She managed to stop her train of thought before it got out of control… again. She had been spending almost as much time sucking on a dildo at night as she had been at the gym, and if she let herself get carried away she might do something… unprofessional.
They walked down the hallway to the board room and Tom opened the door, letting her go in first. She walked up to the end of the conference table and set her binder down before she noticed the mass of blonde hair bobbing up and down at the other end of it.
The blonde was sucking of Carl, the chairman of the board, right there in front of her. She was about to say something when she felt Tom’s hand push gently between her shoulder blades, forcing her to bend over and lean down onto the table.
“Tom.. what?” she said as she felt him push up against her, his hard dick pressing against her latex covered ass.
“Well it seems Carl is a little busy with his assistant, so we’ve got some time to kill.” he said and then rubbed his hand over her ass before sliding down to the hem of her skirt and tearing it asunder.
“So now that you’re bent over the conference table, I’m going to fuck that fridged little pussy of yours.” he replied.
Before she could get a word out in protest he raised his hand and gave her ass a good hard slap. She tossed her head back and gasped as the wave of pleasure coursed through her.
Without any further ado, he dropped his pants and pushed his dick into her. She squealed like a stuck pig, but none the less pushed back hard against him, ensure he went even deeper than he intended.
It wasn’t long before she heard a similar squeal at the other end of the table and she turned to see Carl fucking his assistant, who was now bent over the other end of the conference table just as she was. Soon, the two men’s rhythms merged and a few minutes later both women cried out bliss as their pussies were filled with the mens cum and their orgasms crashed over each of them.
Miranda simply laid there, splayed out on the table, as Tom and Carl took her binder and reviewed it. Her ears were still ringing from the orgasm so she didn’t hear their conversation, but the smile on their faces seemed to indicate they were happy with what they saw.
Miranda’s own smile was from the blissful orgasm more than anything, but something in the back of her head told her that if the men were happy, she should be too.
She let out a big sigh and made a mental note to schedule some more time at the gym, and order some new skirts, she had a suspicious she’d been needing a lot of them over the next few weeks.
