Off To the Raises
They Had to Make Sure None of Their Colleagues Noticed…
Archie stood alone in the boardroom, awaiting the group to come in. He’d just been given the promotion because, with Paula out, it was better to let the team know early that their weekend plans may be on hold. Every year, the team devoted time to the city’s dragon boat festival, and they won every year. When Sherry entered the room first, she placed her hand on Archie’s shoulder like an atta boy. She looked at him like he was two feet taller, as if the promotion had made him a bigger man. In Archie’s eyes, he felt the same, but with extra money in the bank. When the others arrived, the group found their seats. Archie sat at the end with Sherry beside him to the left.
Sherry leaned on her elbows, taking in every word. She’d had a crush on Archie since she worked in the mail room. Though she wasn’t actively vying for the position, she did apply for the job, just like she did anything that became available. Sherry was known by HR as a serial applicant. When Archie felt her hand unzip Archie’s pants under the desk, he grinned; they had to make sure their colleagues didn’t notice. An office crush is what he called it. She called it obsessed. With her fingers circling the tip of his cock, she noted his speech slip.
“I just wanted to inform you all of the changes going forward. I’ve heard a lot of rumors around the office about Paula canceling the Dragon Boat Festival because she was the company liaison for that. Still, I’m here to tell you when Val Uze gave me the position; I maintained the paperwork.” The team cheered. The team would finish the day with their weekend plans saved. “We should talk about some other things, though,” he said. “You can also clock in on your phones now. I don’t know why Paula hated that. Ahem, well. As I was saying, the company said we should do it. It was Paula’s idea that we still clock in manually. I–” Archie paused, looking at Sherry. “That’s all I had for you. Have a great rest of the weekend.” The team picked up around where they were and left the board room, Sherry’s hand still nestled on Archie’s hard cock.
“Want me to finish?” she asked, slowly squeezing her way down his shaft. Archie groaned approvingly, leaning back in his swivel chair. Sherry licked her lips, bringing her other hand to her mouth. She spat in it and replaced the sloppy hand with a dry one. They heard a commotion outside as she leaned in, whispering what a good boy he was. Screams and gunfire tore through their eardrums. As glass and sheetrock blew the room, striking Archie in the shoulder, Sherry hit the ground. They crawled to the corner, flipping a small table over for cover.
“Where is he? Where is that cheating, fucking bastard, Archie?!”