From kautz@sprintmail.com Tue Mar 11 19:01:10 1997
Quality Improvement Meetings
By: Quicksilver
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Disclaimer: The company, the bar, the buildings, all employees, and
events mentioned herein are a work of fiction and not meant to reflect
on any company, individual, or group of individuals.
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Friday:
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Every year about the middle of November, the company I work for posts its
third quarter earnings. If they made a profit there won't be layoffs. If
they didn't, it is just a matter of how many employees get canned. The more
they lost the more they lay off. This year's earnings were in the negative
numbers so we got the word that a few hundred out of the three thousand
that work here would be getting pink slips. Like every other time there was
a layoff, it happened on a Friday. Managers took each employee that they
were responsible for into his or her office and told the employees one at a
time that either they were staying or they were no longer employed here. I
was in a department of twenty. This time we lost two. I got to stay. After
being told the whether we were staying or history, we had the rest of the
day off. A few of us decided that win or loose, we were going to meet at
the Tundra Tavern after we got the news. We started getting called into our
manager's office about ten in the morning, and the last one was out of
there by 10:45. The Tundra Tavern opened at eleven.
I got to the tavern just after eleven. There were a few people there
already. Bob and Carol were off in a booth in the corner. I liked them, so
I joined them. "You two okay, or did you get it?" I asked as I slid in next
to Carol.
"We're okay." Bob said, "It was Patti and Tom that got laid off."
"I think the whole thing sucks." said Carol. "Management screws up and we
pay the price. I was talking to Pam yesterday, and she said that we weren't
loosing any managers." She took another long drink of beer.
Carol was pretty close to Pam, one of the executive secretaries. There is
nothing like having someone in your office that knows an executive
secretary. You get the really good news, and you get it fast.
"I was told yesterday," she continued, "that I need to be on a quality
improvement team as I'm not on one. What a bunch of crap. We are supposed
to tell management what we need to do to improve things around here when
all of that stuff is their job. I'd like to tell them were to stuff
something."
"Oh I think they know where to stuff things." said Bob, "I hear that the
marketing VP and the manufacturing VP are both doing a pretty good job of
stuffing something into their secretaries."
"Now there's a thought!" said Carol a little more cheerfully, "I could
start a quality improvement team that could tell them how to do that
better! It would beat the hell out of trying to get a team together to tell
them how to recycle paper better. Wanna be on a quality improvement team
with me guys?"
"Yea, I like that one." I said, "But just how are you going to get our
manager to go along with that idea? They usually go along with any
bull-shit idea, but that may just go a little too far."
"No problem." said Bob. "We just make up any old excuse for a quality team
and what we really put together is a proposal for Tom Smyth to better screw
his sec. We just use a few techno-geek words in the plan and they will buy
it. Then we have meetings, get nothing done, and everyone is happy as long
as we turn in some kind of minutes. We can waste time for months!"
"Oh," I said, "and what are we really going to do in these meetings,
practice various sexual techniques on Carol and make a report. I like the
idea, but I don't think Carol will go for it."
Carol turned toward me and gave me a funny look over the top of her glass
as she took another drink. "I don't know about that." she said as she set
her now empty glass down. "I just might. If it was just the two of you we
could have a real ball - pun intended." Apparently that wasn't her first
beer.
"You mean we get a conference room and you screw the two of us for an hour
once a week? Bob asked.
"It beats being fucked in the ass by upper management!" said Carol. "We
might as well screw each other on company time. At least we would enjoy
it."
"All we need is a conference room once a week that has doors with no
windows in it and doors that lock from the inside." said Bob. "Trouble is I
don't know of any like that that aren't in the executive area."
I really had to wonder if Carol was going to be willing to do any of this
by Monday. I was beginning to think her beer was doing most of the talking
by now. "The Crossroads Conference Room does that." I said, "And it is
isn't used all that much. It is a little small for most meetings, but it
would do for us."
"I know where that one is." said Carol. "I'll see if I can get it for
Tuesday. You guys bring rubbers you hear? No rubbers - no fuckie." The
waitress came by and she ordered another beer. "Don't worry," she said
looking at me, "Bob is going to drop me off at home. He's my designated
driver."
The subject changed not long after that and we departed the tavern about
three in the afternoon. I was dying to know if Carol was all talk or if she
was going to carry through with this one. She was a pretty sexy woman, but
it was going to take a lot of nerve on her part to actually be willing to
screw two guys once a week in a conference room in the middle of the day.
Monday:
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Monday arrived right on schedule, but it seemed like it took forever to
arrive. I just couldn't wait to see if Carol was all talk Friday. I really
expected a phone call from her saying that she was drunk and that the
quality team idea wasn't going to happen. That afternoon I was at my desk
when Carol dropped by. "I got the conference room for tomorrow at 1:00."
She said with a grin.
"You're really going to do this?"
"I think so. I'm a little nervous about it, but what the heck. We might as
well have a little fun at work for a change, and what's more fun than sex?"
"I'm game for this. Have you talked to Bob yet?"
"Yes. I saw him right after I signed up for the conference room. He said he
would type up some mumbo-jumbo-techno-geek sort of excuse for this quality
team and have it tomorrow. We could look it over and then fuck our brains
out for an hour. Sounds like fun huh?"
"It will certainly beat doing a real company quality circle jerk. Yea, it
sounds like we are going to be the only quality team that really had a ball
doing their quality project."
"If anyone asks me how this project is going, I am going to have a hard
time telling that we are having a ball and keep a straight face. See you
there tomorrow." she said as she left.
Tuesday:
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This was one of the few days that I can really say that I couldn't wait to
get to work. I had picked up a pack of condoms last night and now sat
looking at the box in my desk drawer. The phone rang; it was Carol.
"Did you get the.....uh....covers?" she asked in a quiet voice, almost
whispering.
There must have been someone close enough to have heard her. "Yea. I take
it you mean the condoms. You said no rubbers, no fuckie.....remember?"
"I know. I was just checking. I want to do what we said we were going to do
and didn't want any glitches. Bob has his too."
"Okay, then we are all set...right?"
"You bet. See you at one." she hung up.
One o'clock finally arrived. I have never had a morning drag by so slowly in
my life. I got to the conference room a few minutes early. Bob was already
there. "Do you think she will really screw the two of us today?" he asked.
"I think so. She called to see if I had condoms with me this morning. I
don't think she would have done that if she didn't intend to go through
with this."
Carol walked in a few minutes later. She had on a blazer, a modest skirt,
dark stockings, and low heels. She looked very business like. "Okay Bob,"
she said as she closed and locked the door, "Let's hear this paper of yours
about what we are going to be doing. I really want to hear this!"
Bob read off the description of the project. It was pretty good. If you
read between the lines, it said we were going to be doing exactly what we
said we were going to be doing. All it left out was inserting pole A into
slit B. To someone who had no idea what we were up to, it was hard to
follow, but sounded like it was some sort of highly technical quality
project. We loved it.
"Nice job Bob. I liked it. Now, I think the first thing we ought to do in
this meeting is get undressed." Saying that Carol took off her blazer.
There was nothing but her under it! No bra, no teddy,....nothing. There she
was, topless - with her nice firm breasts out there on display, capped with
two long and very erect nipples. The skirt departed next. When it slid to
the floor, she stood there naked except for her low heels and her
thigh-high stockings. She hadn't worn any underwear today. "Well boys?" she
said "Are you just here to look at me, or are you going to get undressed
and have a little fun with me?"
We recovered from the shock of her quick strip and got undressed ourselves.
She sat in her chair with a huge grin on her faces and just watched us try
to get undressed as fast as we could. We were both about half hard and
getting harder. Once undressed, Bob went to one side of her chair and I
went to the other.
Carol reached up to the two semi-hard cocks being presented to her and
began to stroke them both at the same time. As they got harder, she started
sucking on them. First she took the head of mine into her mouth and ran her
tongue around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive underside
of the head. As it began to have an obvious effect, she switched over to
Bob's cock and did the same to him. While she was treating his cock with
her mouth, she was busy stroking me with her hand. She must have really
been concentrating, because she was going a very good job, and not just
going through the motions of running her hand up and down the shaft. With
Bob nice and hard, she came back to mine and started taking more than just
the head into her hot mouth. At first it was just that head that went in
and out of her mouth, but quickly it was more and more of the shaft. We
were each playing with one of her nipples as she stroked and sucked on us.
Bob beat me to it, and started fingering her pussy and clit. She must have
liked what he was doing as she shifted in her seat and spread her legs very
wide for him. She was obviously very wet. It was a very erotic sight
watching him play with her pussy.
With us both now very hard and leaking pre-come, she decided it was time
for a little heavier action. "You sit on the edge of the table." she told
me, "Bob, you get your rubber on and start fucking me. You both might as
well know that I can get off quite easily, so don't be surprised if I come
fairly quickly. I can come again pretty soon too, so don't think that just
because I got off that that's it. I intend to get off quite a bit this
afternoon.....well, at least twice anyway." she said with a smirk.
I sat on the edge of the table. Carol stood in front of me, bent over at
the waist and resumed sucking and licking my hard cock. Bob came up behind
her and slipped into her from behind. It was a doggie style with Carol
standing. Even with my cock filling her mouth, she moaned loudly as he
entered her.
"Oh God you're tight!" Bob groaned as he slid into her. "This is so hot!"
There I sat on the end of the table, Carol giving me one hell of a fine
blow job as Bob took her from the rear. This was an unbelievable sight, not
to leave off how damn good it felt. Carol was caressing my balls with her
hand as her very talented mouth was doing its work on me. Her head was
bobbing up and down, and Bob was behind, holding onto her hips and pumping
away at her. It wasn't going to be long before someone got off. Judging
from Carol's moaning, it was probably going to be her.
Carol's head suddenly came up and my cock sprang free from her mouth. "I'm
gonna come." she moaned. "Fuck me nice and hard and fast Bob.....I'm
coming!" Her head went back down on my cock as she started to come. My cock
was deeply imbedded in her mouth as her orgasm started. She just groaned
and sucked a little as she came. Her knees looked to be getting weak and
Bob had to almost hold her up as she got off. Fortunately, as exciting as
it was, neither of us got off right then.
When her first orgasm was over, she came up for air. "That was great." she
panted. "Now why don't you two switch places?"
We did. I got my condom on and slipped into her rear. Bob was right, she
was very tight. She started sucking on Bob as I began to pump in and out of
her tight opening. After the job she had done sucking on me, I wasn't going
to last too long. In a few minutes Bob was groaning, so I guessed that he
wouldn't either. As I watched my wet shaft going in and out of her just
below her crinkled anus, I was fast getting to the point of not being able
to stop. "I'm going to come pretty soon." I said softly.
"So am I!" groaned Bob. "So am I.....any second now. Oh damn she's good at
this. I hope you like come in the mouth Carol, because if you don't do
something you are going to get a mouthful."
"I don't think so, you have a rubber on." I pointed out.
"Oh yea. This feels so damn good I forgot."
Carol just grunted something and kept right on sucking on Bob. It sounded
like she was about to get off again too. By now she was moving her hips
back and forth, in time to my pumping in and out of her. This was working
up to be another good one for her.
I knew it was going to be a good one for me. I felt my cock start to swell
as my orgasm started. "I'm coming guys,.......I'm coming!" I grunted as the
first huge load of come started up my cock from inside me and spurted deep
into Carol's tight pussy. That was enough for Bob. I heard him groan and
say that he was coming too. Carol started to come next, following Bob by
just a few seconds. Meanwhile, I was pumping load after hot load of come
into Carol's hot sexy body. I was holding onto her hips and pulling her to
me to keep my coming cock deep inside her. She was coming and jerking as
she did and that just made mine all the better and last longer.
When the three of us were done, we parted and sat back down in our chairs.
Bob and I pulled off some very come filled rubbers. "Now this," said Carol,
"was a quality meeting." She was still breathing hard.
As we sat there catching our breath, Carol teased us by flicking her
fingers over her nipples. "We may have to do a little more with these the
next time." she said looking at her erect nipples. "I don't think they got
enough attention this time."
After we got back to breathing normal, and Bob and I got to admire Carol's
terrific body a little longer, we all got dressed. We had pretty much
killed the hour. We gathered up all of the evidence and left.
"See you next week at the same time." Carol reminded us as we left.
Epilogue:
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The quality team met every week for nearly three months. Several things all
happening about the same time ended it. First Carol found a new boyfriend
and wanted to spend her time and sexual energy on him. That was
understandable - not to leave out that the new boyfriend probably wouldn't
be too happy with her screwing her brains out with two co-workers once a
week. The second event was the remodeling of that part of the building. The
conference room walls were torn down. Other rooms meeting our needs were
about impossible to come by. The third item was management wanting to see
some results from this time they were paying for, or drop that team and
start one that would produce results. We were a little pressed to show that
we had done much but have a ball for all the time we had spent, so the team
had to end.
By: Quicksilver
Copyright (C) 1996, All rights reserved.