At 3pm exactly Ryan enters room 405, it’s little used room at the end of a long corridor used more for storage then as a meeting space, idly he wonders why they don’t meet in his boss’s office.
As soon as he steps inside his concerns notch up a level. His boss is sat pensively in a chair. Whilst leaning back against a desk is a woman Ryan knows all too well, Stef from HR. If his boss has brought in HR to observe then this can only be bad, a sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. To make matters worse he has had several run-ins with Stef resulting in a deep mutual dislike of one another.
Before Ryan can even take a seat, his boss speaks, “You know Stef?” It’s rhetorical because he knows Ryan does so, he just nods. “I’ve invited her here because of the gravity of the situation. We’ve discussed it and she advises me this means she and I have three options available to us.” Ryan doesn’t like the ‘She and I’ part of this. Surely it wasn’t for Stef to decide his fate? She’s just here to ensure that the company doesn’t break any employment rules.
Now wide-eyed Ryan looks from one to the other. Seeing a small smirk appear on Stef’s face. Ryan has the impression that she looks a little dishevelled, flushed. She is a fairly trim, not bad looking woman in her mid-thirties and very fastidious about her appearance. Before he could process this his boss goes on, “we can fire you.” He pauses to let that sink in. Seeing Ryan gulp he goes on, “we can issue a written warning – but Stef has ruled that out.” He now smirks, “or if we can satisfy ourselves that this is a one-off glitch, and that you’ll be a ‘good boy’ from now on, we could give you a verbal warning.” Stef interjects, “An oral.” She enjoys the confused look on Ryan’s face. “Do you think you can learn to be a ‘good boy’ if you take the oral option Ryan?” Ryan can see that she’s enjoying see him squirm, there’s a weird chemistry between her and his boss. They are exchanging knowing glances, both enjoying his discomfort.
Ryan stammers a little, “well, eh, well, of course, I, I would prefer the verbal, em, oral option and can assure you…” With a broader grin his boss jumps in “perhaps you should see what the oral option actually looks like Ryan, naturally I’d like to keep you on the Team, but you will need to satisfy Stef not me. Ryan is now hot and confused about what they are saying. As his gaze moves back to Stef, he sees that she is pulling her skirt up her legs as she shifts her legs apart. To Ryan’s utter shock she pulls it right up revealing first her stocking tops and then, no panties, but a shaved cunt. His brain races, realising what ‘oral’ means here. He feels slightly sick. Surely, they aren’t expecting him to go down on her? It’s revolting, he’s gay and has never liked the idea of going down on a woman it really disgusts him, surely this is not legal.
Stef looks at him, smug, “so, gay boy, are you ready to take your oral? Recon you can actually satisfy a woman? Ryan has a sheen of sweat all over now, “eh, eh, look I’m sorry if I’ve, eh this can’t be legal, can it? I mean…” His boss cuts off is stumbling dialogue, “Think of it as a special arrangement Ryan, our way of helping you out. Now the job market is pretty slow at the moment and without a reference it may take you a while to get another job. So, perhaps you should show Stef how much you value this job. And how sorry you are for being such an arrogant little prick. Stef sniggers, “I’m waiting Ryan, let me hear how sorry you are first and then make it up to me.”
Ryan’s mind races, this can’t be happening. Not to him. But it is and he knows he has no choice. Mechanically he moves across the room and sinks to his knees in front of Stef. As he comes face to face with her pussy, he can see every detail of her engorged fleshy cunt. He can smell it, hot tangy, fishy. It’s so wet. The idea of getting anywhere near it is making him queasy. “I’m sorry I was rude to you Stef; it won’t happen again.” Stef’s hand is now moving into her cunt. A finger sliding over her sloppy gash. Ryan watches in horror as she brings her wet finger up and wipes if on his nose, then she guides it down under his chin lifting his head so he has to look her into her eyes. Ryan’s boss silently stands.
Steff grins, “Keep going gay boy, let me hear how much of an arrogant prick you have been.” “I’m so sorry I was such prick. I know I can be a bit of a wanker, Stef, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m so sorry…” Before he can grovel any more his boss’s large hand pushes his head forward, ramming him face first into the wet, puffy cunt. Ryan coughs and splutters as his face is rubbed into Stef’s now very juicy cunt. He can hear them laughing. “Shut up gay boy and make Stef happy,” his boss laughs. He hears Stef sigh as his face is rubbed up and down. He can feel the cunt juice spreading over his face. Smell the nasty fishy ditch. His nose is pressed between the warm folds of flesh, coating his face more. Ryan is horrified at what he’s being forced to do. He isn’t used to being bullied, humiliated and abused. He’s normally the one doing it.
His boss grinds his face into the sloppy trench a bit more before demanding Ryan start to pleasure Stef orally, “it’s called an oral for a reason Ryan, get your tongue in there. Make Stef happy.” Reluctantly Ryan starts to lick, immediately more juices flow. The taste is suddenly bleachy and to his horror Ryan realises that he’s ingesting their combined juices, Stef’s and his Boss’s. He’s actually scooping his own boss’s spunk out of a freshly fucked cunt. He pulls back briefly panting, retching, but is rammed back by his boss. As his face is mashed in to the warm wet space, he feels another pair of hands take control of his head. “Eat me out gay boy, fucking eat me, work that fag tongue.
Ryan wants it over; he starts lapping, working his tongue. No idea what he’s doing except filling his mouth with slime he has to swallow. Stef steers his head around, now grinding her own cunt onto his nose and mouth, groaning in pleasure as much at Ryan’s humiliation as the act. “How’s he doing?” His boss asks. “He needs practice, but he’ll learn. Get your fag tongue higher gay boy,” Stef pants. And as Ryan finally finds her clitoris she groans, “yes there you wanker, work it, yes good boy.” And Ryan frantically tongues the nub of flesh. He’s desperate for this to be over. His boss is stood right behind him using his crotch to press him into the hot rank space. Ryan can now hear their sloppy kisses as they make out. The whole scene is revolting to him. He is distracted briefly by the sound of a WhatsApp message pinging into his phone. But continues with his task lapping Stef’s recently fucked cunt.
Finally, Stef’s legs twitch uncontrollably, she’s shaking and panting, “yeah, fuck yes you piece of shit, yes, yes yeeeeeeeeeeees, fuck, yes.” And Ryan’s face is treated to even more cunt slime. As she finishes her orgasm, she pulls Ryan’s head back by his hair looking down into his shiny, red and wet features with a big smile, “not bad gay boy.” She starts to adjust her clothing to cover her sloppy cunt. Ryan’s boss takes a seat, as Ryan shuffles back and awkwardly stands, “So, what do you think Stef, four weeks on probation? Meeting once a week to check on his progress.” Ryan looks at his boss in horror, they can’t expect him to do this again. But they do, “Yeah, four weeks and if he’s not up to scratch we can extend it. Or just fire him.” She looks at Ryan with a contemptuous smile. “Good, that’s agreed, as long as you’re good with that of course Ryan. I assume you are?” Seeing Ryan’s defeated nod, he goes on “Good, I’ll get my PA to book this room again Stef and send you all diary notes. You should get going Ryan you have a lot of work to do. There’s a men’s room just down the hall. You might want to clean up a bit you look a mess.”
Ryan cleans up, seething with rage at the indignity of what he’s just done. He distracts himself with work for the next two hours determined to get this project back on track and out from under Stef’s control. The WhatsApp message he can see is from Paul, but much as he’s keen to see Paul's on going suffering, it goes ignored. He takes a minute out to message his mate, Ed, and ask if he’s free for a drink tonight after work, he really needs one. Fortunately, Ed is up for it and agrees to meet at a local bar for a few beers at 6pm.
