Page 29 of Rolling with My Bosses

“Didn’t I tell you guys to quit doing that?”

“Must have forgot,” he mumbles around the phallus. His hands run up and down the outsides of my legs then he slides a hand between them. “Want me to stop?”

“Never.”

His grin is divinely wicked as he trails a finger over my sex and parts my pussy lips. He takes the toy from his mouth and slides it under my skirt, finding his way straight to my core.

“Now let’s go have dessert.” Bear turns the vibrator on low. I can’t be sure, but I don’t think I can hear it at this speed.

The minimal motion of the toy keeps me invigorated but doesn’t consume me. How long could I stay in this aroused state?

We all settle in, eating the unbelievably delicious dessert. John says, “So, a C.U.M. party? You could work at Opus Syndicate creating acronyms.”

“Beatrix gets credit for that one, Can’t Understand Men. But the work acronyms… Whoever came up with those… How do they keep under my father’s radar?”

Bear sets the remote on the table and the other two men smile.

“Do we need to leave?” Austin asks.

“I want to enjoy Cheri’s masterpiece first.” I motion to the trifle. “Tell me about the acronyms.”

Austin feeds me a forkful of the creamy part of the dessert. John points at himself. “I made the acronyms. We’re not supposed to tell you this, but we’re not really mail room clerks, that’s cover for a secret employee evaluation project Smith put us on. We’re executives. We’re actually your bosses in different aspects of the corporation. I’m in charge of staff development, Austin handles information technology which includes the mail room, and Bear oversees safety.”

I nod and make a mental note to kiss John for his genius acronyms. The thought of them in trusted power positions with my father makes this even more delicious. My building orgasm ratchets up a notch.

“Like you said, your dad is so detached, he doesn’t have a clue.”

“So what exactly is your job?”

“I’m in charge of employee training. In a brainstorming session for revamping naming conventions for training sessions, I wrote Opus Syndicate on a dry-erase board then stepped back to think. I hadn’t left a space between the two words, and the rest is history.”

“Still not clear.”

He drags a napkin in front of himself, then motions for Cheri to come over. “Can I use your pen?”

“Yeah, sure.” She pulls it from her apron.

He writes then turns the napkin to me. I read the top line, Opus Syndicate, but underneath it, he spaced the letters differently: O-PUSSY-N-DIC-ATE

It’s not perfect but I crack up. My hands fly over my full mouth. I swallow then say, “He’d die if he realized his fabulous Opus Syndicate is…” I just point.

“Exactly. I decided to make everything as ridiculous as the company name. He’s so detached he doesn’t even know.”

“Wow, it’s nice that someone else realizes it. I thought it was just me.” I accept another forkful of cherries and cream.

Austin says, “Being detached from his business isn’t his only problem. He’s detached from the thing that matters most. His daughter.”

Warmth and love flood through me, but it’s not just Austin’s endearing statement. I lost control of my restraint, or maybe Bear bumped the toy up a notch. I clench my mouth shut around my moans and try not to choke on the dessert. Not as fun as the normal choking I happen to like.

“That good?” Cheri walks past, smiling.

I nod and let my eyes fall shut.

“I love you, Baby Girl.”

“I love you, Kitten.”

“I love you, Lexi.”

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