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Tahlia knew she was making things worse for herself by sending such humiliating – and sexualised – apologies to Angus, but she didn’t seem to be able to stop herself.
She considered finding another man and encouraging him to compliment her tits, or something similar, but it had been humiliating enough doing it with the relatively-harmless Trent, and she didn’t think she could face deliberately inviting *another* man to stare at her tits today.
Her best plan was simply to avoid Angus for the rest of the day and give her strange behaviour a chance to recede into history.
She opened her most recent document and tried to focus on the demands of the Highwater Project – but there was the matter of her distractingly wet pussy, which had somehow grown wetter as she thought about her problem with Angus.
She thought about Junko. She wasn’t supposed to spend too much time with Junko at work, in case someone worked out that they were lesbians – but fuck it, today was hard enough. She could bend the rules a little.
She picked up the phone and called Junko to a “meeting” in her office.
Her beautiful dark-haired girlfriend showed up a few minutes later.
“What’s the matter, babe?” she said, after closing the door. “Is something wrong?”
“Kind of,” said Tahlia. She walked over to Junko and kissed her on the lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all morning. I’m so wet.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Tahlia was wet from thinking about Angus – a fact that was disgusting, and made her hate her Controlled Courtesy condition even more. But she could hardly say that to Junko.
“Being horny isn’t an emergency,” said Junko. “What if someone walks in on us?”
“No one’s going to walk into my office without knocking,” said Tahlia. “But put a chair against the door if you care. And then get down on your knees and lick me.”
Junko hesitated – but then her own lust won out. She blocked the door, and then fell to her knees. Tahlia lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside, and Junko began to eagerly lick.
Tahlia was nearing orgasm from her girlfriend’s tongue when the phone on her desk rang. She picked it up with one hand, using the other to keep Junko’s head where it was so that the beautiful Asian wouldn’t stop licking.
“Yes?” she breathed.
“It’s reception, ma’am,” said the voice on the other end. “Your 10.30 appointment is here early.”
Tahlia swore under her breath. It was an important meeting with one of the principal contractors on Highwater. She couldn’t afford to make them wait, even if they were early.
“I’ll be right down,” she said. She hung up the phone and pushed Junko away.
“Sorry, sweetie,” she said. “We’ll have to finish this later.”
She passed Junko a tissue to wipe Tahlia’s cunt juices off her face.
“You tease,” said Junko, smiling.
“Hey, it’s me who’s going into an important meeting sopping wet,” said Tahlia. “It’s you who should have licked faster.”
“You can punish me when you get home,” laughed Junko.
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She’d booked a meeting room on the second floor for the meeting, and when she got there, two men were already waiting for her. Both were wearing suits that they looked ill-accustomed to, and their build and demeanour told her that they were more at home on a construction site than in a meeting room.
“Hello,” she said, placing her folder of documents on the table. “I’m Tahlia Foxheather. It’s nice to see you.”
“Georgie del Sabato,” said the first of the men. “And this is my off-sider, Frankie Horne. When can we expect your boss, sweet-cheeks?”
Tahlia winced at “sweet-cheeks” – but she couldn’t start a fight with these men, so she chose to accept it.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” she said. “Your meeting today is with me.”
Georgie laughed. “You’re nice decoration, cupcake, but this is an engineering meeting. You’d better find a man who understands it.”
Frankie laughed loudly at Georgie’s joke.
Tahlia’s face coloured.
“I assure you, Mr del Sabato, I am fully qualified to discuss this matter with you,” she said. “I have a Bachelor of Engineering.”
“Listen, lady,” said Georgie. “I know you think you studied that course, but women don’t have the brains for that. The instructor or whoever just passed you because he liked your tits. I don’t blame him – they’re great tits. Now run along and find us a man. Is Angus here? Me and him go way back.”
Tahlia wanted to make this work. She wanted to put up with Georgie’s sexual harassment and just get through the meeting. She *really* didn’t want to feel her brain making another rule for herself.
But accepting Georgie’s behaviour at this point would mean leaving the room to find Angus, and telling him that she needed him to take over her meeting because the contractors didn’t take her seriously because of her tits, and that… was unacceptable.
“Mr del Sabato,” she said, “your behaviour is not appropriate. However you feel about women, the fact is that *I* am who you are dealing with today, and I represent BJX Engineering, and if you disrespect me you are disrespecting the company. So I’ll ask you to stop making demeaning comments, and focus on the issue at hand.”
Her brain shifted.
She had been too harsh. George wasn’t unreasonable to disrespect her. Angus actually was more qualified than her – he had a Masters, to her mere Bachelor’s Degree. And hadn’t she just been inappropriately lezzing off in her office before coming here? Hadn’t she taken off her panties in front of construction workers that morning? Was she really someone that deserved to be respected?
She should offer him a compromise. Yes. When she rejected male attention, she should *always* offer a compromise.
And she had been a bitch. She needed to apologise, and compliment Georgie.
“Look,” she said. “Thank you for the compliment about my tits. Maybe I was being a bit of a difficult cunt – I know that women are unusual in engineering, because most women aren’t smart enough to do this job. And I was a bit distracted by your eyes, which are *very* attractive.”
She took a deep breath. “If you agree to get down to serious business, I’ll unbutton the top two buttons of my blouse so you can see them better. Does that sound reasonable?”
Georgie and Frankie looked at each other, surprised.
“I think we can live with that, princess,” said Georgie.
And – even as she screamed at herself internally to stop – Tahlia found herself unbuttoning the top of her blouse, to expose the wide, generous surface of her cleavage, and give the contractors a peek at her lacy white bra.
And just like that, they got down to business.
The meeting was about environmental approvals. Georgie’s company was supposed to commission a thorough environmental survey of the proposed Highwater site, but he was trying to fob BJX off with a significantly cheaper and less rigorous process. BJX felt that that wasn’t what they were paying for, and they were worried it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the government approval process.
The meeting was infuriating. Georgie and Frankie constantly called her “sweetie” and “buttercup” and “honey”, while staring openly at her tits. They explained basic concepts of engineering to her as if she had never studied the subject. They told her that she didn’t understand certain things “because she was a woman”. They implied she was being difficult because it was “her time of the month” and said she should “get her man to give her a spanking” to set her right.
And Tahlia accepted all this without comment. She had rejected Georgie once today so rejecting him again wouldn’t give her another rule – but if she was a bitch she *would* have to apologise and compliment him. And besides, despite her threat to involve BJX, she knew that her conditioning would never let her complain about their behaviour, and if there was ultimately any complaint about this meeting, it would be her that would face consequences.
Unfortunately, her acquiescence just made them bolder. Georgie called her a “cunt” once, in anger, and stopped himself afterwards, clearly aware that he had gone too far – but when Tahlia just blushed and didn’t call him out on it, he started calling her a cunt in every second sentence.
“Look, Mr del Sabato,” she said finally, “at the end of the day, your contract requires you to procure an assessment at the level that BJX specifies. And BJX wants the full assessment. So either you can pay up for a proper environmental study, or you can be in breach of contract. It’s that simple.”
The men looked at each other.
Finally, Frankie spoke.
“Listen lady,” he said, “I know you’re talking tough, but you’ve been teasing us all morning with those fuckbags. I can read between the lines here. How about I take you into the toilets, give you a good dicking, and let some of that tension out? Then you can sign off on the cheaper study, and we can all be happy.”
Tahlia was paralysed. To accept Frankie’s lewd suggestion would be to imply that she would, in fact, fuck him in the toilets and then corruptly agree to their requests. The second aspect would get her fired, and the first – she was a lesbian, and she absolutely did *not* want to fuck a man, particularly these two disgusting specimens.
“Absolutely not,” she snapped. “I’ve put up with you all day, but this is the last straw. You *will* do the expensive study, and if I don’t want to hear one more sexist comment out of you, or else I’ll report your behaviour to management.”
Rejection. She was a bad girl. And to a new man – she hadn’t rejected Frankie previously.
She didn’t want to hear another sexist comment? That was her problem, really. She didn’t *listen*. Not listening was a bitchy thing to do. She should listen carefully.
In fact, she should keep a record of all the things men said to her, and about her, so she could study them and remember them. She should keep a diary. She would do that as soon as she got back to her office.
And god, how bitchy was what she just said? It was unacceptable.
Apologise. Compliment. Compromise.
“Mr Horne,” she said, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been teasing you with my big tits like a whore. And I know this meeting has taken longer than it needed to because I’m a woman and I barely understand anything that you’re saying, and I was intimidated because you’re so much smarter than me. But this really is BJX’s position, and you’ll have to accept it. But how about I sweeten the deal by showing you those tits I’ve been teasing you with?”
What? Show these men her tits? What was she saying?
Georgie and Frankie looked at each other, and then back at her.
“I don’t like it,” said Georgie. “But I guess I’ll have to take it. Show us those bazongas, honey, and give us a good long look, and then we’ll get out of your hair and let you get back to filing your nails and browsing the internet for pretty shoes.”
His voice said that he didn’t really expect her to go through with her offer – but she was doing it. She was unbuttoning her blouse, all the way down to her waist. And then she was reaching into her bra to lift her large tits out of it, into the full view of the men.
“Holy fuck,” said Frankie. “Look at those melons.”
“Shit,” said Georgie, “when I saw that BJX was employing bimbos I thought they’d lost it, but I’m coming around on that policy.”
“They’re huge,” said Frankie. “She’s like a fucking cow.”
“I can see how she got her degree,” said Georgie.
“How can you walk around with those fuckbags and not know you’re just a sex-toy?” asked Frankie. “They’re so *big*.”
Tahlia experienced a wave of confusion. What Frankie was saying was so degrading – but he was so much *smarter* than her. She knew that, and she had known it ever since she said it to him a few moments ago. If he thought she looked like a cow, or that she was a sex-toy… he was probably right.
She felt shame flush through her. God, she was so *stupid*, acting like she was qualified to be in this meeting when she was so much dumber than Frankie, and when she looked like a sex-toy.
“Thanks for the meeting, princess,” said Georgie. “You drive a hard bargain. We’ll do the assessment you want.” And he reached out with one hand.
Tahlia thought he was going to shake her hand, and reached out her own – but his hand went past hers, and up, and before she realised what was happening he had grabbed her boob.
He squeezed it – hard – and then shook it, like shaking a hand.
Frankie guffawed with laughter.
Tahlia just stood there and let him do it, not doing anything to stop or dissuade him, her face crimson with humiliation.
And then Georgie and Frankie walked past her and out of the room, leaving her alone, topless, and shaking with embarrassment and degradation.
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