There was a long, awkward silence as DJ took a seat next to Abby, then patted his lap for Emily to sit down. She did. Katja finally cleared her throat and began distributing agendas, then began the meeting. It was the usual tedium. People shared about their fall breaks to warm up (DJ left out most of the details of his own, only saying it had been great and he’d gotten along with his step-family better than ever); Katja reminded them to return the walkie talkies on time so they could charge adequately for the night; they were making a small change to the format of the rounds log.
DJ got bored pretty quickly, and leaned forward to whisper in Emily’s ear. “I can’t stop thinking about your mouth… How ‘bout you finish what you started, slut?”
There was that shiver again—the humiliating stuff really seemed to turn her on. “Yes, sir.” She stood up off his lap, but DJ stopped her as she began sinking to her knees.
“Come on, girl, you look so hot—I wanna see you. Can you climb up on the table, do it from there?”
She stiffened just a moment. “Your slut will try, sir.”
Katja, who’d been soldiering on through the details of some restructuring of campus services coming up next semester and trying to ignore the two, finally broke as Emily climbed onto the table while DJ dropped his pants to the floor. “This is not very appropriate,” she admonished in her thick Finnish accent.
“Yeah, she’s kneeling on my agenda,” Abby complained.
“And being kind of a giant slut,” another girl, Leslie, complained. Jayvon coughed into his hand as he said “again,” and some of the folks near him laughed. They’d all seen the pictures, and by now, most had heard about her escapades on duty the other night, masquerading as a fetishized cop.
Caught between admonishing a disruptive employee and trying to be sensitive to DJ’s feelings, Katja proceeded gently. “Emily, maybe you could lie down instead of being on all fours, try not to be so obvious about what you’re doing? If that’s all right with you, DJ.”
DJ nodded is permission, and Emily stretched out prone across the table. “You’re still on my agenda,” Abby whined.
He gave her an annoyed look (or as annoyed as he could manage with Emily resuming her eager blowjob). “Since her mouth is busy, let me say what she ought to: kiss her ass, Abby.”
There was some snickering, and Abby gave him a sulky look, not liking being talked down to yet not willing to retort. Katja had just opened her mouth to resume the meeting when he continued. “Seriously, Abby. Kiss Emily’s ass.”
“Wait, you mean…?” Abby frowned. A hot brunette with a great figure like her didn’t often get spoken to as such, and it showed in her difficulty processing the taunt.
“Yeah, seriously. Pucker up.”
Abby gave him a sulky look, then puckered her lips poutily.
“Now kiss. Her. Ass.” She hesitated again, so he just put a hand on the back of her head and guided it downwards.
“I got it, I got it,” she said grouchily, and he let up. With it happening in the middle of the small room, all eyes were forced to be on her as she put her lips on the pink coveralls straining to contain Emily’s bubble butt. There was a brief smooching sound, then Abby pulled back in a rush, looking displeased.
“I didn’t say stop, Abby.”
“Oh come on! I kissed it already!”
“You kissed her clothes—there’s plenty of her ass out there for you to kiss. Now put your lips down there and start kissing. You can stop when I say so.”
Abby frowned, but saw no choice but to comply. She pressed her lips to the bottom half of Emily’s exposed ass and kissed. Glancing at DJ, she saw no call to stop, and so she continued planting little sucking kisses on the girl’s tight round butt. “Use some tongue,” DJ instructed, and she did. Soon, Emily’s half-naked ass was good and wet from her tongueing.
“Sorry, Katja, go ahead with the meeting, that was rude of me.”
“Thank you, DJ.” She continued, and the staff (except the three involved in the blowjob) returned their attention to her. Abby gamely licked and kissed all over Emily’s butt while Emilly bobbed up and down enthusiastically on DJ’s cock. Katja was most of the way through the last bullet point when DJ came, roaring in his ecstacy, into Emily’s mouth.
“Don’t swallow it, Em.” He could feel the shift in her mouth as she stopped trying to suck his load up into her throat and instead trying to just coax out what he had left in him. Katja and the rest waited. When Emily seemed done, she pulled up and eyed him with slightly bulging cheeks. “Now share it with Abby.”
“Yuh, uhr,” she said around her mouthful of cum, then leaned over to kiss Abby. A long line of jizz leaked out as Abby initially resisted, trailing down the girl’s chin and dripping onto her t-shirt. Then she caught DJ’s stern look and quit being so fussy, kissing Emily willingly if not eagerly and letting his cum seep into her mouth.
“Good girls.” He looked to their boss. “Don’t you think Emily’s an amazing staff member, Katja? I mean, have you ever seen such devotion to raising staff morale?”
Katja considered. “I hadn’t thought about it like that. I suppose that is some impressive devotion indeed, DJ.”
“Now I want you to tell her she’s getting a pay raise for being such a good little slut for me.”
“I… you want me to…” She fanned herself with her agenda, flustered. “Emily, you’re getting a pay raise.” Seeing DJ’s gesture to continue, she did. “For being such a good little slut for DJ. I don’t know where I’m going to find the money, but maybe I can squeeze a few dollars…”
“Take it from Abby’s check,” he said, putting an arm around his pretty co-worker. “She’s happy to be paid in jizz. Isn’t that right, Abby?”
With gritted teeth, she nodded. “Yes. Take my check and give it to the slut.”
“Because…” he prompted.
She said it so quietly the first time he made her repeat it. “Because I’m happy to be paid in your jizz.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“There’s a good sport. You can make it happen, can’t you boss?”
“I… suppose. I’d need something in writing from both women.”
“Great. You guys work all that out after the meeting. What say we wrap this up then?”
Katja nodded, then went on with her meeting as if the interruption had been of an ordinary variety. Meanwhile, DJ helped Abby out of her shirt and used the non-cum-stained part of it to dry off his cock, then handed it back to her. Evidently, she preferred just sitting in her bra to putting it back on as it was.
A few minutes later, all was done. The staff went their separate ways; DJ told Emily to come find him after she and Abby banged out the pay transfer. She caught up with him before he even made it to his room. “Thank you for waiting for your slut, sir.”
“Emily, I saw you sprinting down the hall to catch me. I didn’t really have to ‘wait.’ And you don’t need to ‘sir’ me in every sentence you speak; just when you’re obeying.”
He let her into his room ahead of him, shutting the door behind them. “Understood, sir. Your slut just wanted to make sure she didn’t leave you high and dry if you wanted something.”
“It’s all right, my gorgeous little slut. I don’t expect you to literally wait on me hand and foot every minute of the day.” DJ flopped down in his bed.
She knelt beside it, folding her arms on it and resting her chin on them. “But… that’s exactly what you should expect. That’s what your slut wants.”
He smiled. “It’s OK, hon. I know you have a life and everything—you don’t need to take your little sub fetish to the limit or anything. Whenever you wanna play, just stop by, and if I’m not busy, we’ll have some fun.”