I worked in an office building full of men and they all are architects or engineers, and all are quite attractive. I have had extra-marital sex with my Boss .
Omar had switched jobs and received an enormous pay raise, and helps his dad run the family business so he told me to quit my job and become a 'lady of leisure when I move to London'. We were scheduled for a meeting Friday morning, my last day. The day before, Craig had stopped by my desk to mention that I should wear something special for the meeting, so I took it as either a directive that this was an unusually formal meeting, or just his desire to see me dressed especially attractive for an encounter later that night As a result, I wore a sexy mini dress nude colored thigh-highs, black stilettos, and my favorite diamond necklace and earrings that Omar had bought for me. I spent extra time on my hair, pinning it up and wore my best make-up. I felt great as I walked around greeting every one
After the engineers had all cleared out of the conference room shortly after 8pm I was told to lock the main entrance and join Richard in the large Conference Room. The large conference room was used for big business meetings It's an impressive room, with a conference table for ten, many antiques, and a wonderful view from the large windows at one end, and several beautiful original paintings. As I entered, Craig announced to the group of Directors in the room that now that the "Guest of Honor" had arrived, we could begin. As everyone was getting seated, I wondered what he meant by "Guest of Honor", but quickly dismissed it as a small joke over the fact that I was the only woman in the room. I was aware that the men all seemed to be staring at me, and I became a little self-conscious. As I sat, I considered there was 3 men in room and a butler service
After about 90 minutes, the business part of the meeting was coming to a close. In the past, after business was concluded, the guys would go for a Drink or two It occurred to me that I had been specifically told not to arrange any thing else and stay in the meeting but had not been told what the exact plan was, so I was curious. As the books were closed, Craig went to the fridge and announced that we should all have a drink. He first asked me what, "as the Guest of Honor" I would like. There it was again! I felt a hand on my back.
It was Richard. Through his devilish smile he said "Sumaira I'd suggest that you start with something hard".
With that comment, there was slight laughter from the rest of the boys, and I knew that they were up to something... and I felt embarrassed and very self-conscious.
Gary then said, "Sumaira, some of us know you well, and we all think a lot of you. We want you to know that we respect you, and hope that you'll have a happy marriage . I also know how much you love the company . We would all be honored if you would share a couple of more hours with us, this being your last day."
Though he never said, "We all want to fuck you", it was obvious what they wanted. The blood rushed to my head and I felt shocked by the directness of the proposition. I was a little panicked, and in a slight daze heard myself asking to be excused, not quite realizing what I was saying.
As I was leaving the room Terry said, "Sumaira we don't want you to feel offended or pressured --'No' is a fair answer, and we'll not hold anything against you."
With sexual harassment laws so out front these days I know that they were keenly aware of the risk they might be taking, and I don't know if Tims comment added to the pressure or lessened it, but I rushed out of the room and went to the Ladies Room. I was leaning on the vanity, my heart pounding out of my chest and thoughts rushing through my head trying to compose myself. I thought to myself that if that is what they wanted, they had chosen a terrible way to float the proposition.
Why couldn't Craig have just discussed it with me in private and given me some time? But as I slowly calmed myself, I began to realize that I was getting very turned on by the idea. I stayed for a quite a few more minutes, conflicted with the thought that I should march back in there and say no -- that I'm not some kind of Office Slut. But I was feeling in my body a deep desire to make their fantasy and mine come true. I slipped down the hall to my office and called Kojo to come for breakfast I told him about their proposition. Kojo texted back don't worry I understand ! Ok this was purely up to me, but he was okay with it. I composed myself, checked my make-up, let down my hair, breathed deeply and said to Tim "Well...this is going to be interesting!"
"Sumaira I'm so sorry... I thought...I should have talked to you first...".
He hesitated as he noticed that my hair was down and I was looking directly at him. I stopped him and replied, "Don't worry...", and I turned him around and we headed back to the conference room.
As we entered, I could see that my co-workers had concluded that they had made a very bad mistake. But as they saw me holding my head up and making eye contact, a sense of relief seemed to sweep over each of them. I slowly walked to the near end of the table and set my hands on it, assuming a position of authority.
I looked at them purposefully and said, "I think you all know that this is a very intimidating situation for a woman. I was shocked by your proposition...but this is my last day i am okay with this! I only have two rules; First, I am in control, and you respect that. If I say stop, you stop. And second, no one outside of this room is ever to hear of this -- it never happened. If I hear any rumors, or get even the slightest idea that you guys are talking, I'll make you regret it".
They seemed to understand my bluntness and they all nodded in agreement, and I rose and relaxed. I asked Craig for some water, and slowly walked towards the assembled group at the other end of the table.
"So, you've discussed our little flings I assume" I said to Tim.
"Sumaira a woman as beautiful as you gets discussed by men quite often".
To that I replied, "Well Denny, I trust that you'll make sure that this never gets discussed". |
