You get dressed, freshen up and head back to your office.
The thing that slipped on you isn't painful, but is uncomfortable. Your balls feel almost as though they're being held firmly in someone's hand. The leather straps for the side and connecting the ball carrier to the loop above your bum is slightly rough leather and rubs you just a bit as you walk.
But, the sheath is the odd bit. It's covering your lad completely, but must have something on the inside. Maybe rubber nubbs or something? Whatever it is, your cock gets rubbed by the irregular pattern whenever you shift too much.
So, your walk back is as smooth and even as you can make it. Inside your office, you turn gently and ease yourself into your chair.
As you get back to work, you don't even seem to notice the thong and it slips from your mind...
The phone rings and you can see by the caller id that it's .
"So, how are things?" she asks coyly.
"Oh, grand. What's up?"
"I could ask you the same...but, I have something I need you to do. Go to my secretary, Clarice, so she can get a new company id made for you."
"Ok...where is she?"
"Try her cubicle. See you." Click.
You stand up gently, then head out of your office, past your secretary Ashley's desk, round a short corner and across the main room. The office itself is one large room of around 50 cubicles in five neat rows surrounded by offices, meeting rooms, a break room, toilets and the copier room. You haven't been to Clarice's cubicle before, but you vaguely remember it being in the opposite corner of the building to your own office.
You wander over to her cubicle which is almost in the corner. Her nameplate on the wall is the only indicator that it would be hers as she seems to be away from it.
You glance around quickly and notice the copier room door is slightly ajar nearby.
You step in to find Clarice leaning against a table full of paper, staplers, envelopes, etc. She's sort of perched on the table, her bum just resting on the edge as she drinks from a mug of coffee. She's very young, just out of school, and quite beautiful in her short skirt and low-cut top.
She's chatting away to a hunky man in his mid-20's, with short, spiky blonde hair, who wears a grey coveralls and crouches on the floor, working inside one of the copier's repair doors. His tool case is open on the floor nearby.
"Oh, hi, . said you'd pop round to me."
"Hiya."
"This is Ken, from Copy Co. The stupid thing's jammed again."
"Hey," Ken half turns his head at you and nods. "'Have it done in a sec."
"Work away, love. I have to get a new photo of ...don't go away." She smiles at him, obviously flirting away, as she hops off the counter and leads you back to her cubicle.
"So, tells me you're in a bit of a predicament this week." She looks down toward your groin, quickly catching one of the side straps of your thong through your trousers with her finger, pulling it just enough to show you she knows what's inside your pants.
"If you'll come with me?" She steps across the aisle and into a vacant meeting room, clicking the lights to life as she enters.
The room is like any other meeting room: a long table with rounded corners which seats 10, a white board at one end, a conference call phone in the middle of the table and a projector suspended from the ceiling.
She waits for the door to click shut, then reaches behind you to lock it.
"Strip off, wants some pictures."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
She laughs.
", you are to remove your shirt, trousers and shoes so I can get some pictures for ."
You hesitate, not sure you want to involve Clarice in this.
She makes a rough sigh and steps over to the table, quickly dialing 's extension. The speaker phone springs to life.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Clarice. I'm in the conference room with , like you asked, but he's not cooperating." |