Page 1 of 12 Days

Prologue

“So what have we decided?” the man at the head of the table asks in a muted tone.

“We’re looking at Christmas day for launch,” I say quietly.

“Isn’t that a little…unorthodox?” another voice speaks up.

Murmurs come across the room as I meet each of their gazes. Each of us in the room is equal, and no decision goes without our agreement. This one is no different, but he’s right about that.

“Analysis shows this town won’t exactly be in agreement with our presence, as it stands, and we need something big to show them to really reel them in. Project Partridge is exactly that,” I say, pulling a stack of papers from under the table and tapping them. I slip a copy to each of the other eleven men at the table with me.

They slowly read over the papers and nod, one by one.

“And how have the testing phases been?” a man to my left asks.

“Zero negatives so far in phases 1 and 2. Subject 003 had particularly glowing reviews, and 010 showed incredibly promising results. We’re looking into what may be unique about her particular physiology to garner such a strong reaction, but our current hypothesis is that she’s simply mentally receptive to the formula. No evidence points to anything adverse whatsoever,” yet another says.

Everyone nods, pleased to hear that. Further subdued murmurs spread across the room.

“Have advertisements gone out accordingly?” the man at the head of the table asks.

The man next to him nods and hands him a pamphlet.

“We currently have full reviews published, FDA approval pending and in line, and full ad traffic ready for launch,” he says.

Another man speaks up. “Pending?”

“Yes, unfortunately. Apparently, they are hiring an independent reviewer to go over everything in a little more detail. It’s nothing we can’t handle, though,” he says, smiling.

The one at the table nods. “Good, then. I believe that concludes formal business.”

We each relax upon hearing this. I begin to hear the sounds of each of my colleague’s assistants. I look down at my own, under the table, as she takes my whole cock into her throat. I look around and see, by the looks on their faces, that they’re getting similar treatment.

A few of them pull their pants up and excuse themselves to go to their personal offices, their assistants cleaning up their paperwork and quickly following them, wiping spit from their own mouths. I settle in, instead, letting the girl under the table fulfill her task.

As she slides her mouth up and down my cock, the man at the head of the table pulls his assistant out from under the table and swiftly bends her over. A loud smack echoes across the room as we all watch on, smiling and commenting our approval.

My assistant begins to stroke her hand up and down my cock as she slides her mouth along with it, suctioning me tightly. I run my fingers through her hair and press down on her head, slowly fucking her mouth as I watch my colleagues across the room.

The environment here at True Love is one of the best, and this is why. We’re an incredibly successful company, and realistically, we could do whatever we want, wherever we want. Our latest product is just one of many ventures we’re dipping into, and when we have our eyes set on something, we come out on top no matter who is in our way.

Directly to my left, I notice my colleague has followed suit and has taken his assistant out from under the table as well. He’s sitting down in his chair and directs her to strip her clothes as he watches.

She slowly takes off her well-fitted and rather smart-looking business suit, piece by piece, very pleased with the attention the entire room is giving her, especially the attention from her boss. He slowly strokes each patch of skin she reveals as she strips. Then, she slides her panties down.

Once she’s completely nude, he lays her backwards on the table and spreads her legs wide. He takes a moment to admire her drenched cunt before diving in face first. She moans loudly as he works her with his tongue and fingers vehemently. She’s quickly orgasms under his touch.

Hearing this, my assistant begins to moan as well. I can tell she’s incredibly charged by the atmosphere of the room around her, and I notice she’s already worked her own hand up her skirt and inside her panties.

I don’t mind, since she’s become even more passionate than usual in how she’s sucking my cock. I begin to thrust my hips, pressing deeper into her mouth as I start to cradle her head between my hands.

Her eyes flick up to mine, and as our gazes meet. I begin to fuck her mouth earnestly. She smiles with a mouthful of cock, dropping her hands on my legs and letting herself go completely. With each thrust, she rotates her head, driving my cock deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue at different angles to hit every spot of pleasure she can.

She’s well worth her pay, at least, I think to myself as I slowly hear the sounds of male and female orgasm echo intermittently through the boardroom.

Finally, my assistant stands up, unable to contain herself any further. She drops her panties in a rush and lowers herself onto my lap. She reaches down and guides my cock to the entrance of her drenched cunt and drops down onto me, taking my full length in with no hesitation. She lets out an orgasmic moan as she immediately comes.

I grip her hips tightly and begin to thrust up as we both enjoy the view around us. There are three more of my colleagues left in the room, with their respective assistants, and their respective cocks jammed up in said assistants at this point.

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