Getting that last minute work done that couldn't be finished over the weekend.
Katelyn Boyer didn't have a key to the bosses' office, so one of us must have forgotten to turn the lock when we'd come in. We'd been too busy kissing, fondling and pulling at each other's clothes to think about it. Andre had gone to his beach house for the weekend, and there was no reason for anyone to come into his office until the cleaning crew got there after midnight.
I couldn't very well challenge her right to be in the office with Bernie's dick still inside me. Whether she belonged there or not, or was doing something she shouldn't be doing wasn't really the issue. The issue was that two of Wilkins Biological's researchers were fucking in the CEO's office. I hoped that she would blush and back out of the office, but of course she didn't. She did what I probably would have done if the situation were reversed and I had walked in on her screwing someone, she gloated.
“Well, Janna,” she said, when I turned my head to look at her.
Bernie looked back at her also, but he didn't bother to pull out.
“Is this the Pierce/Graham Penetration Analysis Diagnostic tool you've been working on?” She asked.
“What are you doing here, Katelyn?” Bernie asked.
“I came for the file Mr. Beasley left for me on his desk,” she said. “Is it under you Janna?”
“There's no file on the desk,” I said.
“I guess you'd know,” she said.
“Give us a moment,” Bernie said. He didn't sound nervous. He still hadn't lost his erection either and still had it buried in me.
“The least you could do is go out and let us get dressed,” I said. “We can talk about this later.”
“No,” she said. “No. I like the way you're both dressed. Let's talk about it now.”
“Bernie,” I said.
“I think it might be better if we got dressed, Jenna,” he said.
“It might,” she said. “But then I wouldn't be at much of an advantage. Tell you what though, Bernie, you can pull your dick out of her.”
I honestly believe that he'd consciously forgotten that he was still inside me. There was a moment's hesitation as if he wondered what she was talking about before he finally figured it out and withdrew his cock from me. It was stiff and covered in my juices when he turned toward her and I stood up, reaching for my panties.
“No, Jenna,” she said. “Leave them off.”
“What do you want Katelyn?” I asked her. She was getting close to pissing me off. If I was going to lose my job over this I was going to snatch some of her blond hair out first.
“Just equal time,” she said.
“Equal time?” Bernie asked.
“If you two can get paid to pleasure one another, I see no reason why I shouldn't be paid for you to pleasure me.”
“What?”
“A couple of hours overtime,” she said. “And both of you doing exactly as I say,” she said.
“We're on salary, Katelyn,” Bernie said. “We don't get paid any extra to ...”
“Well, I get paid a salary too, Bernie,” she said. “And I am still on company time. Just as I've been for the last several weeks while the two of you sneaked away to Mr. Beasley's office to fuck. Working, I might add. Doing work that the company actually pays me to do. I knew that something was up between you two from the first. None of the other people in research spends as much time working over as the two of you.”
“Like Bernie said, Katelyn, we don't get paid any extra.”
“I don't care how you get paid, Jenna,” she said. “Let's stop talking about pay for a moment. Both of you make a great deal of money, I know because I make out the payroll every week. I, on the other hand, am overworked and underpaid for what I do. There is no one to help me out when I get behind, and because there is too much work for one person to do in an eight hour day, I am always behind.”
I started to say something about her efficiency, but stopped myself. Something told me that she didn't want to hear that she should learn to manage her time better.
“What exactly do you want?” I asked.
“Well, to start with, I'd like both of you to get naked. You're going to wrinkle your skirt, and Bernie, you actually look stupid standing there with your pants around your ankles and your shoes and socks still on.”
We mumbled and grumbled and protested, but we took off our clothes. She stood leaning back against the door watching us, and when we were finally both completely naked she turned the lock.
“I can't believe you forget to do that,” she said. “It makes me question your research methods.”
That was too much. I started to tell her that there was nothing wrong with my scientific methods, that I had papers published in scientific journals and that she was only a glorified bookkeeper, and one unable to keep up with her work at that. She smiled. That really pissed me off. I started toward her with the intention of slapping her silly, but Bernie grabbed me by one arm and stopped me.
“Which onr of us is most qualified at her job isn't the issue here,” she said. “Which one of us was bent over the bosses' desk getting her brains fucked out is what we're discussing here, and the question is, what are we going to do about it.”
I sighed. I knew that she had won. Whatever she wanted I would have to do. All I wanted was her to promise not to tell anyone, not to gossip about us, and not to do anything that would allow the boss, my husband or Bernie's wife to find out.
“I am a woman of my word,” she said.
“So am I,” I told her. “If you fuck us over, I'll personally find a virus that will turn you into a wrinkled old toad.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Well, for starters, I'd like you to eat my pussy while Bernie fucks you in the ass.”
“I've never done anal,” I said.
“Never?” She asked. “At your age? Not even once?”
“No,” I said.
“Well, it's time you tried it,” she said. “I'm sure Bernie is experienced enough to make it pleasant for you.”
“And I can't believe you weren't using protection,” she said.
“We're both STD free, and I've had a vasectomy,” Bernie said.
“Well, good for you.”
I was beginning to get fidgety. My husband expected me to be home around eight, and it was already nearly seven. I'd have to call and make excuses if I didn't get out of there soon.
“You said for starters?” I said.
“Yes. I want you to be my little maid for a couple of weekends. You can tell Toby that you and I are having girl's night. And Bernie, I want you to come over those nights and perform your duties as my butler.”
“What nights?” He asked.
“Oh, we'll work that out,” she said.