CHAPTER 8: OFFICE CHANGE

All the guys, including Mr. Howard, were huddled around the conference area. Barbi wasn’t invited, but that didn’t concern her in the least. She had nothing to research for any of Mr. Howard’s court cases, so she was in total and complete bimbo mode. She sat at her glass-topped desk, considering her fingernails as if the task were the most important thing she could attend to at the moment.

She was dressed for work, of course, with a button-up short-sleeve white blouse that was quite sheer and unbuttoned nearly to the skirt. Any time she leaned forward, it gaped open, and her tits could swing into view because Mr. Howard didn’t like her wearing bras. How could she blame him, and she didn’t, because her DD tits sure did move and sway and bounce, and that was so sexy and arousing. That was the point, of course. And she loved the feel of her nipples moving against the fabric. The skirt was a tight micro that just covered her cunny cunt and ass cheeks when standing, but had the delicious habit of rising to expose her cunny cunt when she sat because she wasn’t supposed to wear the thong once she entered the office. Mr. Howard said it belonged on the side of her desk. Anyone coming into the office saw it there, of course. By crossing her legs, she could hide her cunt, but that wasn’t really fun. The fun part was being exposed. That’s what Mr. Howard said a good bimbo enjoyed, and she really did. She really, really preferred being naked, but there was only one room in the office where she could be naked, and that was the office-bedroom where she could also be fucked by the guys. She sure liked the guys because they liked fucking me, and bimbos really, really like being fucked.

Her desk was right in front of the main office door to the hallway of the office building, and it was a glass door. There seemed to be a lot of men who walked the hallway. Of course, they looked in when they passed. They were all so nice because they might stop and look in and wave. She thought that was nice. Often, she would stop whatever she was doing if it wasn’t research, and her legs seemed to part. She thought they liked it when that happened because big smiles formed on their faces. She thought they liked it even more when she have the Lush vibrator in her cunny cunt, which was pretty easy to tell because of the pink antenna sticking out.

Ooooo, she really, really like that vibrator, too. Where did she put that, she mused? Maybe she left it in the office-bedroom when one of the guys fucked her.

She also really, really liked a particular courier who delivered important documents. He always touched her thong and commented on how pretty they were. She remembered once he said he especially liked that she didn’t wear them because then he wouldn’t see them as well. She thought that was nice of him.

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Out of Barbi’s hearing, the discussion among the four men and Mr. Howard continued.

“You know how much she likes being naked,” Adam pointed out the obvious. “It just seems such a waste that she has to be dressed.”

“Even if ‘dressed’ for her nearly exposes the important parts,” added Tom, the investigator and photographer.

“Besides putting in a new door, what options would there be?” Mr. Howard challenged. “This entire floor of men count on walking past to catch a glimpse of her bare cunt and maybe her tits. She enjoys it, too. So, what else?”

“What about a fake wall partition, maybe just 5 feet tall. She’s just 5′ 6″, right? It could extend to most of the way across the office, but leaving an access on the side,” Jason offered.

“And,” Billy added getting into it, “locking the door with a notice on the outside like ‘Appointments, only’ and another ‘Ring bell for deliveries’.”

Mr. Howard leaned back. “That might work,” he said. “She dresses the same when at her desk for the voyeurs and those with appointments, but when behind the partition with your guys, she can be naked. When giving blowjobs. I still want all fucking to be in the office-bedroom. Visitors and deliveries will still come.”

Having seen her naked for the day at Mr. Howard’s home during the Saturday gang bang had given all of them a desire to see more of her naked in a casual setting. Sure, the office-bedroom was fine but that was while fucking her. Seeing her strutting around with those massive tits bouncing … they wanted more of that.

* * * *

“Barbi? Could you come here, please?” That was Mr. Howard. She dropped my finger-nail file on the desk and stood, the rolling chair moving backward as she did. She tugged down the tight skirt and passed the cubicle area to the conference table.

“Sir? Is there something I can do for you?” They were in the conference area, which was like the cubicle area, so the options were limited. She suppose she could be requested to get under the table and give them all a blowjob. That would be really, really good. But she suspected it was to talk. Talking is so boring compared to fucking and blowjobs. But it was worth a try. “Sir, do you want me to give everyone a blowjob?”

He chuckled, “That would be fun, my bimbo, but we want to talk to you.” See? Boring.

He continued, “We’ve been talking about you, Barbi.”

“Me, sir? Have I done something wrong? You know me, sir; sometimes I forget things.”

“No, no, dear. It’s just that after Saturday when the guys were at my house, and you were naked and fucking and sucking us all, the guys were thinking.”

“Oh, sir, that was a really, really fun day. I don’t know how many times I was fucked and orgasmed.”

“Yes, dear. We enjoyed it, too.” She beamed at that. Nothing makes a bimbo smile more than knowing she has pleased men. “But after spending so much time with you naked, the guys were wondering how we might make that possible here at the office.”

“Seriously, sir? Seriously, serious?”

“Yes, dear. The thought was that with a new wall, you could be naked in the cubicle area, the office-bedroom, and my office. What do you think about that?”

“Oh, sir, you know how much I like being naked. And, really, of course, they want to see me naked more. I mean, men like to fuck bimbos and see bimbos naked, right, sir? And bimbos really, really love fucking men and being naked for them so they get aroused and want to fuck them.”

“Well put, dear. So you’re okay with it? It will mean some workers constructing the wall behind your desk and some signs put on the door.”

“Workers, sir? Ooooo fun, I’ll get to flash them.”

“They need to finish the job, Barbi, so you can’t interrupt them too much.” She put a pout on her face.