Cira didn’t even know how to play pool, which was obvious to anyone looking at how she was holding the cue, but then again that wasn’t the point.
No, the point was trying to get the guy flirting with the blonde to notice her instead.
Of course, the blonde was doing the same thing, just succeeding at it better.
Cira miscued, leaving a little mark on the cloth. Standing up she giggled and said “Opsie!” before walking the long way around the table to where the cue ball had come to rest so that she had to “squeeze” by the blonde and the guy talking.
Cira was kinda impressed, but also disappointed, at how much restraint he showed by just glancing at her tits instead of staring at them for longer.
She managed to get all the way around the table and was about to try again when John walked up with a smile on his face.
“Hey Cira, how you making out?” he asked, the double entendre obvious to both of them.
“Cira no make out. Cira sooo horny… you make out with Cira?” she replied, giving her tits a good shake in his direction.
John was the CEO, he’d setup this quarter end gathering and there was a mix of men and drop dead gorgeous women milling about doing their best to flirt with the men.
The blonde, Cira couldn’t remember her name, had just started at the company two weeks ago, and while John’s “training” software had made her into a giggling slut, she hadn’t had time yet to upgrade her appearance.
That newness was of course why every man in the company had been hitting on her throughout the night, though it looked like her current suitor was winning that fight.
John gave Cira’s ass a tap and chuckled a little, “Not right now, but I was just talking to Eric and he seemed drunk enough that if you showed him your tits he’d probably give them a good fucking.”
Cira’s eyes went wide and she bounced up and down a little, “Oh thank you! Thank you! Cira go find Eric and show off her tits right now!”
It wasn’t like he didn’t fuck her any time he wanted to anyway, she was his secretary at the company and spent her days either typing up e-mails for him, or being bent over his desk.
Then she set down the pool cue on the table and wigged her ass into the main part of the bar, where she saw Eric sitting at counter sipping on a drink. She made her way right over, her tits arriving several steps before her.
She managed to get her top pulled down just enough to expose her nipples before he noticed her and she took her nipples between her fingers and gave them a twist, “Ah Eric-san, you wan titty fuck Cira? Cira promise you have good time!”
Eric, very obviously half drunk, looked at her for a moment, then at her tits as she continued to play with her nipples, then back up at her, before slamming his drink down and standing up.
“Fuck it… sure, why not.” he slurred.
She let out a little squeal, pushed her tits up against his chest, and then the two of them headed towards the bathrooms where she was sure she was going to get a big load of cum all over her tits.
Cira frowned and looked at John sitting across from her desk, “Look John, I don’t care how much you snowballed my parents into believing you were the best thing since sliced bread, I’m the CEO, you do what I tell you to. No questions asked.”
John looked unhappy, and that wasn’t a surprise, this was the third time she’d had to dress him down since she’d inherited the company from her parents.
“But Cira, you don’t understand, this is going to revolutionize…”
She held up her hand and then stood up, a quick smoothing of her stylish suit jacket over her thin frame, then she stepped out from behind her desk and pointed at the door.
“Get get out. If we have to have this discussion again, you’ll not just be leaving myu office, but you’ll be out the door too.”
John snapped his jaw shut, stood up looking frustrated, but left.
Cira sat back down at her desk and continued her work, the company was doing well enough, no real issues, but there was always some decision to make.
A few hours later a ping from her computer notified her of a e-mail, she looked at it, it was from John. She sighed, but opened it, inside was a simple message:
Here's the link to the new software I was trying to tell you about in our meeting. Take a look, I think you'll find its going to be a great new product line for us. If not, I'll have my resignation ready for you by the end of the week.A small smile crossed her lips, things were looking up, the threat to fire John was only half real. The problem was the severance package in his contract was too generous for her to really fire him… but if he quit. Well that was a hole other story.
She clicked the link and logged into the site it opened with her credentials. It was some kind of training site and so she picked the first item in the list of options and started to go through it.
It seemed normal enough, if perhaps a little more engaging than most online training she had taken, so she continued.
Five hours later, it was dark outside, the office was empty, and Cira continued to click on the next training course the software recommended.
