Abby and the CEO Pt. 02 Ch. 04 – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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CHAPTER 4: MORE HIRING

“Sir, I’m brewing a new pot. Would you like a cup of coffee?” I was standing in his open office door which was glass like the floor-to-ceiling glass interior walls.

He looked up with a smile. His eyes slowly moved over my body. I was wearing pale blue thigh-high stockings that Mrs. C said went with my eyes perfectly. That and my white 4″ heels were it. I stood calmly as he looked. It wasn’t as if it was the first time today. He saw me naked at home, again at the office when he watched me undress, and numerous other times as he looked through the glass wall to where I sat at my desk just outside his door. I was an exhibitionist and I loved when people appreciated my exposed body. And, it seemed I had a whole office of such people.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

Upon returning, I set his cup down on his desk, and he indicated for me to sit. I sat opposite him in one of the visitor chairs. I sat with a straight back and legs crossed very lady-like.

“How are we doing, Abby?” he asked. He already knew, of course. It was conversation starters like that which meant there was more he wanted to talk about. It had been almost two weeks since the Partners and their Executive Assistants had moved into the office.

“Very well, I think, sir.” I took a sip of the coffee and watched him over the rim of the cup to see if he was going to proceed. He didn’t. “The last three interviews are scheduled today. All have been screened, of course, like all the others. There shouldn’t be any surprises. We have another for Ms. Benson, a woman with conflict management experience. She approached us and is from the second floor. Another for Mr. Peterson, a man with purchasing experience. Then, there is the woman with both HR and Finance experience. That will put our total personnel at 20: 7 women and 13 men. That is what the original plan allowed for.”

He nodded. He knew that, of course. I update him with every hire.

“Are you okay with that, Abby?” he asked.

“Okay, sir? It’s your plan, sir, of course, I am okay with it.”

He smiled. “I gave away the two positions originally intended for our group to Peterson and Sullivan. Do you have any concerns about being overloaded?”

“Sir, the reasoning was sound as we discussed. Both operations and supply chain will have more complex issues for a resolution requiring more analysis and background work. Besides, sir, you handle management issues and consulting requests originating with senior management. How often are corporate senior management gonna call in a consult on themselves?”

He laughed. “Perhaps, but their Board of Directors certain may.” I just nodded. We’d had this discussion and he knew I was good with whatever he thought. So, I waited. Then, “The HR/Finance woman … should she maybe better report to Pam Benson who is handling resourcing?”

There it was. We were a relatively small group but a very intimate group. We hadn’t really talked about it but I made the assumption she would report to Mr. C.

“No, sir. We could have handled payroll and billing with an outside contractor but not the human resources part of it. How could we have an outside group coming in to deal with any HR issues that might arise? And,” I continued, “if there happened to be conflicts within Ms. Benson’s group, it could become more complicated if she was in the small group. Better to have her separated.” I smiled and winked at him, then opened my legs as wide as the chair allowed. “I’ll try not to give you any trouble, sir.”

He laughed heartily. “Between you and Samantha I think I am the one trying to stay out of trouble.” As I stood to return to my desk, he added, “As much as I wanted this office arrangement, interviewing for it is certainly more complicated.”

I smiled as I left his office. I definitely still remember when I first interviewed at Alliance for the fifth floor. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that interview.

* * * *

The buzzer sounded from the small reception room. I turned to see one of the computer guys nearby jump up and disappear into the room while opening the door only enough to slip through. He then returned and walked quickly to Ms. Benson’s office who came out heading for the locker area. I smiled. These computer guys may be awkward and geeky as Tamara referred to them, but he was smart enough to let Ms. Benson lead the way through the office and follow behind. And that wasn’t just respect, his head was definitely focused on her bare Ass as it tilted back and forth as she walked in her heels.

She stepped into her panties, then slid her arms through the straps of her bra. As she fitted the cups to her breasts, then reached behind her to fasten the clasps, she glanced over her shoulder to find a number of the men in the office watching. She caught my eye and we smiled. You can be naked much of the time but getting dressed or undressed in front of guys still feels a little different.

* * * *

“Cindy Morgan? Hi, I’m Pam Benson.” They shook hands and sat in chairs separated by a small coffee table. “I’m the Partner over the Resourcing group, the position you are applying for.” She asked the young woman to tell a little about herself: why she was interested in the job; her pertinent background; and a little personal history background.

Cindy Morgan hesitated a moment. It was noted that her fingers fidgeted until she seemed to recognize that and press them into her knees. She had more educational background than practical experience but her education in conflict management was at a top school and she had been near the very top of her class. She’d done a short stint at a large treatment clinic. “I found the experience depressing,” she confided. “I mean, dealing with what felt like the underbelly of society day in and day out. People who rage constantly against everyone and everything; people beating their kids and spouses; people who just couldn’t control themselves in a meaningful way. I find out these people need help and should get it, but I came to realize it was hurting me in the process. I needed a change to save myself.”

“That’s what led you here.”

The young woman nodded. “You didn’t make it easy, though. I heard talk, rumor more than definite information, that a management group was looking for a variety of skills. I searched online and didn’t discover anything. I became more intrigued and sought out sources … you know, friends of friends sorts of things. That led me to someone who works at Alliance Corp. I had to create some trust, common associates who could vouch for me sort of thing.”

We had already performed a deep dive on Cindy Morgan through the internet and past associations in school, work, and friends. Like everyone else we considered hiring who wasn’t directly from the fifth-floor familiarity, the computer guys were exceedingly thorough. The Partners agreed to turn a blind eye to the question of HOW they found the information they did.

The conversation still took an hour and a half. Part of that was also a test of how open they would be and how they reacted to more and more personal questions about current intimate relationships, etc. Finally, Ms. Benson pulled from her file on the young woman the non-disclosure agreement.

“I like you, Cindy. I think you have the sort of skills that would be valuable in our work. My group will be contracted to investigate and develop options for companies experiencing issues with personnel resourcing. My past experience in the field shows that some, maybe more than just some, of those issues stem from issues of relationship dynamics. A lot of turn-over can generally be pointed to a source, for instance.” Cindy Morgan nodded excitedly. This was indeed sounding like something she would be more comfortable with. “To go any further, however, you need to sign this non-disclosure. You can not divulge or hold against us anything that is discussed, said, or seen.” Cindy Morgan already had an inkling of what was coming but the person at Alliance had also been bound by a similar non-disclosure. She signed it with a mere skim of the words. She was sitting on the front edge of the chair with obvious excitement.

Ms. Benson blurted out the office policy and watched the reaction. This was the delicate moment and the reason for such an in-depth search of people, a search that could easily be described as intrusive if anyone knew. Despite the non-disclosure, everything could blow up in our faces as we found out at Alliance. Hiring women for the firm was the most nerve-wracking.

Cindy Morgan’s eyes were large and she was quiet for a few moments. Ms. Benson was beginning to get nervous when a small smile formed on the young woman’s mouth and watched as it continued to grow until her eyes shined with the smile.

“I knew it had to be something like this,” she exclaimed.

Ms. Benson breathed out her relief. “Tell me why you pursued this job, then,” she probed.

The woman explained that the job sounded more interesting than clinical work where she was pulled into the darkness. But the other part that she only suspected made it sound perfect. She confessed to having had numerous failed relationships and then she laughed. “Can you believe I was wanting too much Sex from them? I wondered it was supposed to be the other way around.” There was no question she wanted this job.

Ms. Benson smiled and stood. “Let me show you around the office and introduce you to some of the people, then.”

When they entered the office area, Cindy sucked in a breath. She was immediately presented with the scene of several naked women casually moving around the office or in conversation with a clothed man. Ms. Benson just smiled and led her to the locker side of the front of the office. Ms. Benson immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. “Take any open locker.” Cindy hesitated while looking at the glass walls providing no comfort of privacy. “You’re gonna be naked all day, dear. All women, regardless of position in the firm are naked. Well,” she giggled, “except for stockings and heels. You will have a so-called clothing allowance for those.” Ms. Benson leaned closer and softly added, as if it might matter if anyone heard, “Being on our knees is hell on stocking.”

Cindy unzipped her dress and slid out of it. Hanging it up, she felt awkward but saw Ms. Benson quickly stripping completely down to her thigh-high stockings and heels. She leaned against the locker and watched the young woman. At 24 years old, blonde and blue eyes on a 5′ 6″ trim frame and natural appearing D-cup breasts, she was another very attractive woman. She was wearing thigh highs, too.

Love your breasts. The guys will, too. Most of us are C-cup, except for one. You’ll meet her in a minute.”

They exited the dressing area and she was shown the vanity and Shower area. “It’s all so open,” Cindy muttered.

“Yes, there is a difference between teasing exhibitionism and truly exposed, isn’t there?” Cindy nodded, still trying to adjust to the magnitude of the difference.

She was taken directly to an office with an older man busy at his desk. This was Joe Cornell, the Senior Partner and founder of the firm. She felt so self-conscious being naked and introduced to a clothed man and introduced by her soon-to-be immediate boss who was also naked.

After some small talk, mostly welcoming type comments from him, he added perhaps more to Ms. Benson, “I’m not sure where Abby is.” Turning his attention to Cindy, “You’ll want to meet Abby, my assistant. Nothing seems to happen around here that Abby isn’t aware of.”

“I think I spotted her in the conference room, Joe,” Ms. Benson replied.

“Oh?” he said with some puzzlement.

She chuckled, “With three guys, Joe.”

“OHH … well then, be sure to meet her later, then,” he said with understanding.

Leaving his office, Cindy was turned to the conference room. Through the glass wall Cindy was surprised … shocked … amazed … at the conference in session. There were clothes scattered on several of the chairs. On the table, though, was the real scene.

One man was lying on the tabletop, a woman was straddling him with his cock in her Pussy, another man was kneeling behind her fucking her Ass, and a third man was standing at the edge of the table with his cock in her mouth. The grunts and groans and moans were flowing from the open door.

“That is Abby. As you can see, Cindy, here you’re not the only one with big boobs.”

Cindy Morgan just stared until Ms. Benson pulled her away to the next Partner’s office containing another dressed man to highlight her nakedness.

* * * *

It had started innocently enough, at least for our office. I was sucking the cock of one of Mr. Peterson’s project guys when another came up behind me and began stroking my drooling Pussy from behind. I pressed back against his hand giving him a welcoming indication. Immediately, one and then two fingers easily slid past my lips into my hole and began sawing in and out. About then, a third came and suggested the conference room. By that point, I was so ready to be fucked I would have agreed to almost anything. Thank goodness I went for the extra sturdy tables for the conference rooms because air-tight was on their collective minds.

Clothes seemed to fly off the guys and the first one ready crawled onto the table and positioned himself on his back stroking his hard cock. Already naked, of course, I quickly followed him, straddled over his mid-section, aligned his cock to my Pussy, and sank down over it. We both sighed as I sank down the length of his cock until I was sitting on his thighs. After only a few strokes, I felt a hand putting pressure on my upper back and I went with the pressure to lean over, soon feeling the greased head of a cock at my Ass. I lean down further and reached behind to pull my Ass cheeks aside for him. His cock was pressing at my asshole instantly and popped inside as he pressed firmly. I take Mr. C’s gigantic cock in the Ass so most others are less stressful.

After only the penetration of the cocks in my adjoining Pussy and Ass, I was gasping. Two cocks sliding alongside each other only separated by a membrane of connecting nerve endings were at all times powerful. It seems I am orgasmic in most methods efficient including anally. My mouth fell open with rapidly rising stimulation from the dual fucking when I saw the third hard cock at the edge of the table. I awkwardly worked us closer to the edge so I could capture it in my mouth which began a fucking motion, too, slipping just to the opening of my throat.

My mouth opened wide to gasp for air as my entire body trembled with a rising Orgasm. It was at that moment that movement registered at the glass wall of the conference room. I turned as much as I could while impaled by three thrusting cocks. I recognized Ms. Benson and another woman, attractive and naked, that I did not recognize. A moment of panic that somehow seemed to increase my stimulation. I had forgotten the interview but the cocks brought me back to what was real: if she was coming to work here, this is what is real.

* * * *

“Sir, Patti Adams has arrived.” I stood in his doorway. Mr. Peterson had interviewed and approved his final hire earlier in the afternoon. There has at all times been much less drama with the male hiring of which there were many more than the female hiring. When the males signed off and were brought in for an initial tour, he was presented with the image of several naked women. When a woman had signed off and brought in for a tour, she became another of the naked women.

“Does it strike you as odd as it does me, Abby, that we are hiring the Human Resources person last?” He chuckled while shaking his head. The irony wasn’t lost on me, either. “I want you with me in this, Abby. This is an important person in our group, as you have convinced me given what happened last time. I want to make sure she is the right person.” I assured him I understood.

Mr. C left me at the dressing area to get dressed while he met Patti Adams. I checked myself in the mirror. My fitted skirt was mid-thigh and I knew would ride up when I sat. I intentionally left a couple extra buttons on my blouse undone. My lace bra was just peeking out when the blouse gapped just right.

Mr. C stopped the light talk when I arrived and made introductions. Although Sara had provided assurances for Patti Adams, a deep background check was performed on her by the computer guys as was performed on all the hires. We were pleased that Sara’s assessment was confirmed. Even so, we had her run through her history, qualifications, and experience even with Sara’s information, the background check, and her resume in hand. All were checking each other out perfectly.

I knew from the background check that Patti Smith was 31 years old and single after a nasty divorce. She had Auburn hair cut to the shoulder, hazel eyes, was 5′ 4″ tall, and appeared to have an athletic body from the muscle tone of her legs and arms. I guessed she was a C-cup which was an otherwise unnecessary piece of information. She confirmed she had worked on the 2nd floor of Alliance, was somewhat aware of the 5th floor, and had been upset when the activities of the 5th floor had to end before she found a way to be transferred to it.

Mr. C wanted to dig into something that had bothered him. Her resume was great and we knew she was highly regarded, but …

“Patti, talk a little about the two degrees and working in both fields. What was the driver for starting in one and switching to another,” he asked.

She nodded and looked pensive for a moment, being quiet as if gathering her thoughts. For the first time in the interview, she showed signs of nervousness. “I think I find out where your concern might be. The reason for the switch was not, I assure you, because I lack focus, determination to follow through, lacking in sticking to a determined direction, or a lack in reliability. Rather, the path I have been on was a matter of self-discovery for me regarding myself, what I saw as strengths and weaknesses, and deciding I couldn’t be happy unless I was true to what I recognized and finding some way to maximize that recognition in what I did for a career.” She paused, took a breath, and considered both of us. “What it comes down to is I am a people person. I enjoy working with people and I enjoy helping people. On the other hand, I am a detail person and I like numbers. I went into finance first because numbers were a strength of mine. I’ve at all times known that about myself. Working in it, though, stifled me. Working away on numbers in an office by myself caused me to feel alienated. Sure, it was an overreaction to dump that and go in the direction of human resources and I later saw that. What I really needed to do was discover a way, somewhere, that I could meld the two together.” She held out her arms toward us. “A fairly small management consulting firm. Why have two people when you can have both in one?”

I looked at Mr. C. I was already smiling. She was good at promoting, too. I saw Mr. C smiling, too.

“That’s a really good response, Patti. Okay, directly to the HR side. You’re familiar somewhat with what happened a couple years ago on the 5th floor when it went bad?” She nodded. Her close friendship with Sara had given her some details after it closed down our activities. “So, from the HR side, have you given any wondered to avoiding that recurring?”

“I have,” she said. “I think the employee review process should have been tighter. Now,” she quickly added, “I’m not suggesting what was being done was lacking, necessarily. I am sure you were following the guidelines of the business: formal yearly reviews of performance, etc., and periodically what I would call ‘checking in’. That’s great when your concern is performance on the job and general interaction. But, what you were dealing with was far from general interaction. My wondered: very frequent review times not associated with any performance and by someone skilled in noticing trouble signs might have caught Candace’s trouble in time.”

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