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| Synopsis: | A hard working gurl gets even. | |
| Categories: | Crossdressing / TV She Males | |
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The Travel Agent
By Amy
This story deals with mature subject matter including explicit sexual images. You should be an open minded adult to read these stories and view these images. They are NOT intended for children. If you shouldn't be reading it, don't.
She was always the first one in the office. Today was no different in that regard.
What made today significant was her decision to finally stand up for herself, if only in some small way.
She was the top employee of a local branch of a major travel agency. The travel agency offices were located just off a central food court of the local shopping mall.
Her office, if you could call it that, was right out in the open. That frustrated her to no end. She generated three times the sales volume of any of her peers, yet she was never given a private office.
She knew why or course. Her cubicle was plainly visible from the outside of the offices, and given her physical attributes, she drew a lot of walk in traffic from the shopping mall.
It was blatant sexism on the part of her manager. That son of a bitch was getting a piece of all the sales volume she generated, and he was determined to keep her out there for all to see so that his gravy train would continue. She was the best advertising he could ask for.
It just wasn't fair. She was intelligent, charming, and one heck of a good salesperson. But it always came down to her looks. That fact frustrated her. She knew she could dress down and still make the sales, but she enjoyed dressing provocatively. She enjoyed the power her sexuality held over people. It was a part of who she was now. It was what she wanted for herself. But she also knew that she was so much more than just something to look at.
Her manager, however, made it plainly obvious he considered her sales to be a function of her looks and not her hard work. He never acknowledged all the repeat customers she had, or the wonderful feedback she received on the surveys that went out. All he cared about was bringing in new business. Her "hit" ratio was pretty good considering the position she was in. Her center was front row center in the agency offices. Every Tom, Dick or Harry walking by could stop and stare at her, no matter what she was in the middle of. When she started, she was actually flattered by the attention. Now, after having achieved a moderate amount of success, she found it tiresome. Now, on the off chance she failed to land one of the losers who just came in to gawk at her, (which she admit happened a fair amount) her boss would invariably come out with some comment like "if you wore a shorter skirt, you'd have made that sale", or maybe something like "have you gained a few pounds?"
The bastard...
If it weren't for the irregularities with her resume, she knew her talents could take her anywhere. She was in a tough situation. There were certain facts about her past that she wished to be kept secret. Certain skeletons in her closet that she wanted kept there. She refused to divulge the normal background information typically found on a resume. She claimed it was for privacy reasons, but it was causing problems for her, especially from her prick of a manager.
On those rare occasions she would apply for a promotion within the company, he would always remind her that she couldn't produce things like a college transcript that was usually necessary for the promotions. He would remind her that she was lucky to have her current position.
She always won the sales contests given by her department, yet her reviews always contained small catch words or phrases that indicated she "needed work to truly excel" or some such crap. There was always something that alluded to an "attitude problem". The phrases were never strong enough to get her fired, but just enough so that there would be no question of performance issues should she decide to bring up a lawsuit.
She knew the prick would exploit her talents as long as possible. Yes, the various sales contest prize vacations her company ran were great. Getting to see all those exotic locations with all expenses paid was lovely, but her professional pride was being crushed by the sexist pig. He was emotionally raping her with each sale she closed...
Today, she would get even. She had a weapon...a very secret weapon. There were only a few people in the world who knew what she carried with her, and they weren't going to say a word. She worked hard to keep it that way.
Today would be different. Today, she would use that weapon against her manager. Nothing else would give her peace.
She closed her eyes to calm her nerves.
She listened intently for the sound of anyone in the mall just outside the offices. It was unlikely given the early hour, but she listened carefully just in case.
She could hear nothing.
This was it then.
She got up from her desk and moved to the small kitchen area where the coffee maker was located. As the first to come in most days, it would not be unusual for her to make the first pot of coffee. She didn't really mind. She liked coffee and was usually into her second cup by the time most of the other sales associates arrived anyway.
Today, however, she would take extra special care in making it. She used her own private stash of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. It was expensive. Too expensive really to waste on some of the others in this office who she really didn't get along with, but for what she had in mind, it was worth it.
When the coffee was done brewing, she got out the nice china that was reserved for the best customers. Taking the delicate coffee cup, she filled it almost to the brim with the steaming coffee. She added a touch of sugar, but no cream.
Taking the cup, she walked through the hallway toward her manager's office.
She felt somewhat exposed as she walked. The travel agency office was walled in with a special two-way glass. From the back offices, it was possible to see out into the mall complex, but not in.
She could still see no one stirring in the mall. It was still a little too early for that. Still, her nerves were beginning to get to her as she got closer to performing her intended act.
Gently, she opened the door to her manager's office.
She placed the steaming hot cup of coffee on his desk.
She closed her arms around her midsection and stared at the coffee.
Could she really do this? Maybe she should just forget the whole thing. Was he really that bad to her? She wasn't really suffering. She was making decent money; she got to travel all over the world. That gave her the opportunity to indulge in the more private, more secret side of her life.
NO!
She was chickening out again. She got angry at herself. Today she would do this. What this prick was doing could not be allowed to continue. He had to pay for his actions.
Having finally psyched herself up for her act, she began to lift up her short skirt to get at the weapon she concealed there.
Slowly, she lifted the expensive wool garment over the tops of her stockings. She felt the cool air-conditioned environment hit her naked thighs and around the crotch of her panties.
Shivers went up and down her spine.
A sideways glance out the special glass told her she was still all alone in the mall.
It was now or never.
As she got her skirt high enough for the task, she reached for the waistband of her black lace thong.
Of course, it was on the outside the straps of the garter belt. Although she was very professional, and would never consider having a sexual relationship with a coworker (for various reasons), it was simply easier to keep the panties on the outside. Bathroom breaks, etc were much easier this way.
She pulled the thong down her smooth thighs, freeing her secret from its lacy hiding place.
She removed the thong completely and placed it on the desk in front of her.
Reaching down, she manipulated her groin, freeing her testis from the cavity in her abdomen so that they could drop down into place.
Her sex, no longer tucked back and hidden from the world, began to harden and grow.
She moved forward toward the desk and began to stroke her member; encouraging it to its considerable full length.
She tried to imagine what her manager would say if he could see her now.
She was a whirlwind of emotions at this point. All her suppressed anger and frustration were fueling her excitement.
Her blatant sexual exposure in this normally corporate environment also heightened her senses.
She was beginning to really enjoy herself now.
As she stroked her sex, each time she reached the tip of the shaft she could feel her skin flex, all around her hips and thigh she could feel it. She could feel the skin across her buttocks move, and the feel of the garter straps as they tightened and slid against her.
There was no stopping now.
She was lost in the act.
With every stroke, with every movement, she could feel her revenge building.
She could hear her managers annoying voice;
"How could you have missed that sale? Are you on your period?"
She pumped her organ.
"Why don't you let your hair grow out, you know if will help your career"
She flexed her hips.
"That suit doesn't show enough skin, how do you expect to keep those customers coming"
She could feel that familiar tingling in her abdomen and a slight tightening of the skin around her testis.
"Have you put on a few pounds?"
Another stroke. She was almost there now.
She could picture him coming up behind her desk and messaging her shoulders. He only did it when she wore something low cut. She knew he was attempting to look at her breasts, to perhaps catch a glimpse of her bra, or even more than that. He was very careful about it, only doing it during the lunch hours or other opportunities when the office was empty.
She imagined his hands on her shoulders now. She opened her suit jacket slightly and began to caress her breast through her lace bra. She was alternating between gently pinching at the sensitive skin at her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, then pulling on the nipple slightly.
Another stroke.
She could feel the pressure building quickly now. It would be soon.
She pointed the tip of her organ down toward the coffee mug.
She could hear his voice in her mind. "Hey babe, could you get me a cup of coffee? I know you're a blond but try not to forget the cream this time"
Well asshole, here's your cream...
She felt her sex pulse as her orgasm released. She could feel the shaft of her organ throb as her cum ejected from her body and into the cup.
It was a good cum. Wave after wave of the orgasm shook her body as her hips involuntarily thrust forward. She could feel the thick ropes of her essence bridging the gap between her and the cup.
All her anger, all her frustration flowed from her as she filled the cup.
As the orgasm began to subside, she felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from her.
The reality of her situation came back to her and spurred her into action.
She gently messaged the last few drops of cum from her the end of her sex and then quickly pushed it back between her legs. She could properly tuck it in later, for now, she had to cover her tracks.
She smoothed the skirt down over her thighs, once again concealing the tops of her stockings.
Looking down at the desk, she realized the forgot to put her thong back on.
As an afterthought, she decided to leave it there for him.
It might be amusing to see him drinking his "special" coffee and wandering through the sales area, trying to figure which of the women had left him a present.
Who knows what might come of that.
An idea began to form in her mind of another way she could take revenge upon him. It would be a way that would potentially give her even more pleasure and provide him with an even greater surprise.
That would be for another day.
Today, she had done what she needed to do.
She'd need to be careful for the rest of the day, she knew. It was one thing to "accidentally" give a potential customer a peak at your panties. Anyone glancing up her skirt today would be in for an entirely different surprise.