The Neighborhood: Part 12 [MF][Voy][Oral]Exh][Mast][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 24: Colin Spies with His Little Eye**

Colin had a habit. He really loved the coffee from the campus café. He didn’t get anything crazy, but he noticed it frustrated Natalie to no end. For one, that he preferred Fenris’s coffee over hers, and two, that he wouldn’t send *her* to get it for him. He like the walk, if nothing else, but he understood that Natalie was feeling underused, at least in the actual secretarial elements. He was coming around a bulding, heading toward the main sidewalk that led back to his office, when he saw Janelle waving him down from another path. They were both headed to his building.

“I’m glad I caught you.” She said, taking his arm as if they were on a lovers’ stroll.

“Oh, really?”

“Get you head out of the gutter, Colin. I got you a present. It should be at your office by now. That’s why I as dropping by.”

“Well, it’s obviously not you in nothing but a bow.”

“That is *not* a present, that would be like winning the lottery *and* some big sports thing all rolled into one.”

“Some *sports* thing.” Colin laughed. “Really?”

“If I was into people wearing funny outfits, painting their faces, and prancing around, I’d go to the theater.”

“Touché. So, what’s my present?”

“I bet you are a blast at Christmas, Colin.”

“Actually, while you’re *not* giving anything away, can I pick your brain?”

“Is this about what you discussed with Gretchen…before you two fucked, that is.” Colin halted. “She tells me because she *wants* me to be jealous…of you. We still talk all the time, regardless, and she likes you…not just *fucking* you, that is.”

“Good to know, I guess.”

“I’m discreet, Colin. I have to be in my job. She knows nothing about you that *you* haven’t already told her. So, your sister-in-law, right? That’s what this is about?”

“Yes. I was thinking of trying to hire her to support some backend work.”

“That joke is *too* easy to make…” Janelle laughed. “Computer stuff, I’m assuming?”

“Yes…” Colin rolled his eyes. “Computer *stuff*. Not too different from sport stuff.”

“Whatever. If *you* think she’s really good enough, go see HR…go see Sanita, actually. If she blesses it, it will probably happen.” She stopped them at the door.

“Is there anything I should be prepared for on that front?” Colin asked.

“Sanita comes off as stern, but she’s really a sweetheart, one of those folks who really does believe in doing her job and serving the employees to the best of her ability. If you have a legitimate need and Stella’s resumé is up to standard, she’ll take you seriously. You’re not just trying to fuck your sister-in-law?”
“No.” Colin said. “If that was all I wanted, I could probably make it happen without getting a her a job.” Janelle gave him a sideways glance, but said nothing. They went up the elevator in silence until reaching Colin’s office. “Is it ready?” Janelle asked Natalie.

“Yes, ma’am.” Natalie said in her nasal voice. She was still a little scared of Janelle and never questioned anything the woman asked of her. Colin was pleased to note that Natalie had an extra button undone on her blouse. It was nothing scandalous, but with her large breasts *and* her having started wearing bras that exaggerated her cleavage, it was a winning combination.

“Okay, Colin close your eyes.” Janelle said, standing close to him.

“Seriously?” He asked.

“Just indulge me.” She said. He muttered ‘fine’ and closed his eyes, and Janelle led him into the room a few feet, closing the door behind them.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to just put on a ribbon?” Colin said, standing there with his eyes shut.

“Nope.” Janelle said. “In fact, I’m going to give *you* something big, long, and hard.”

“Uhh…” Colin stammered.

“Just open your eyes, dummy.” Colin did as she asked, and it took him a moment to realize what was different.

“A…a telescope?”

“Yes, a *telescope*. An expensive telescope, too. Come here.” She said, waving him over as she approached the device.

“Thanks, I guess? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I’m not much of a space guy. I mean, I like Star Trek—I am an engineer after all—but, otherwise…”

“Well, it’s true, come winter you *will* be able to see some stars after dark. Not a lot of light pollution from Wolfsburg, but I got one of these when *I* first started at Fenris. My mentor thought it would remind me to look up—in more ways than one. You’re a *vision* guy, Colin. You need to remember that. I hope this will be a daily reminder as to *why* we hired you.”

“Thank you, Janelle, really.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry, I hope that wasn’t too forward.” Colin said, entirely serious.

“You still manage to surprise me, Colin.” She laughed. “And I pretty much cracked you like an egg, psychologically.”

“Really?” He said. “And yet, you bought me a nerd toy.”

“Pfft. Nerd toy. Sure.” She leaned down and started adjusting the telescope, then gently maneuvering it into position. “Oh my.” Janelle said, glancing up from the telescope.

“What?” Colin asked.

“Nothing, never mind. It’s a nerd toy, after all.” Janelle said, exaggerating her indifference.

“Janelle…”

“It’s just, I hope no one else has one of these, because your wife—and your sister-in-law—I’m assuming, are both half naked by the pool.”

“Honestly, Janelle, what did you do, put shoe polish on the eyepiece?”

“Oh, man, I wish I had thought of that!” She laughed. “I am *not* joking. I can totally see the resemblance between the two. The sister’s cute. Petite. Love those little tits. My type, actually.” She smirked at Colin.

“I thought you said you liked girls with a little meat on their bones.” He said.

“I’m a woman of discerning taste, Colin. You want a look-see?”

“Janelle…” Colin sighed.

“What? I got you a telescope…for *work*. What did you think I expected you to do with it?”

“Come winter, it’ll be *dark* when I’m still at work.” He offered. “Space, the final…whatever…”

“Well, you can always peek in windows, too, but come over here and get a good look *now*. As I said, Colin, I did your psych profile. I know you’re a voyeur at heart.” He blinked at her. “Oh, please, a *lot* of people are. It doesn’t mean I expect you to go on a bus a try to take pictures up some woman’s skirt.” She waved him over. “I actually saw your wife the other day through *my* telescope. What do you think gave me the idea to get *you* one? She does this every day, you know? Come on, look at your naked wife and sister-in-law.” He hesitated. “What, are you looking for another hand job?” She raised an eyebrow. “*I’ll* do it.” She added, as if it was a threat.

“No, actually.” Colin said, obviously surprising her. He hit the intercom on his phone. “Natalie, come in here, please.” A moment later, Natalie stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. “Take off your clothes, come over here, and blow me while I look through this telescope.” Janelle’s eyes widened, a little smile coming to her lips, but she said nothing.

“Yes, sir.” Natalie said in her little voice. She moved to his couch and took off her jacket and blouse quickly and efficiently. Her skirt came off seconds later. He was caught off guard by her lingerie. It was definitely a step up from what he’d been seeing her in up until this point. The violet satin and lace complemented her pale skin, and she was definitely showing more skin. Her large breasts were well-framed, fuller, with more emphasized cleavage. He’d noticed the difference under her blouse, but without it, the effect was much more pronounced. She got on her knees without being told and undid his pants.

“I have to say, Colin,” Janelle said as Natalie took him in her mouth, “I am both surprised and pleased at how well you’re taking to your new role.”

“Just look through the eye-piece?” Colin asked, and leaned down a little to peer through the telescope. If Natalie had been a bit taller, the maneuver would have been impossible. Sure enough, though, Alison and Stella were lounging near the pool topless. They were still small in his vision, so, not exactly porn on a 30-inch monitor, but then, he *was* getting a blowjob. He didn’t really need the visual, but he enjoyed it. He started coming, not bothering to warn Natalie, though she took it in stride, not even slowing much as she swallowed him.

“Will that be all, sir?” She asked, looking up at him his cock still in her hand.

“That’s, um…that’s all, Natalie.” His heart was racing. Having his wife and her sister in his sight, Natalie going down on him, and Janelle watching was…surprisingly good. Natalie left them, taking her clothes with her out to her vestibule office.

“I’m almost shocked you turned down a handy from me.” Janelle laughed, getting herself a bottled water from his fridge as he got dressed. “Then again, *I* wasn’t going to blow you, so…” Colin walked over to her and started washing his hands.

“I wanted to show you *I* had things well in hand.” He made a jerking off gesture.

“Oh, puns now?” She took a sip. “Look, I have an idea of what your team gets up to—technology-wise, right? Having success, are we?”

“I’m not sure how much I can tell you, Janelle.” Colin said.

“Not even if I made it worth your while?” She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse.

“You missed your chance of being in here in nothing but a bow. Regardless, I *know* you are messing with me, because I *know* you just saw me give Natalie an early lunch.”

“Ugh. Visionary you may be, Colin, but a poet you are not.” She laughed. “Look, I won’t push. You tell me what you want about the project, when you want. I’ll see you around, Colin. Enjoy your telescope.” She left him and he let out breath as she closed the door behind her.

“Fuck…what the fuck was that about?” She was hardly the first person to pry into his work, but she was one of the closest people to him at Fenris…it just seemed off.

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**Chapter 25: A Relaxing Afternoon by the Pool**

Colin came through the door after his short bus ride and grabbed a beer before heading out to the patio. His wife was wearing the bikini she’d first worn to Fiona and Jim’s, the thong showing off a lot of her hips.

“Decided to start wearing some clothes around the pool?” Colin asked, stepping out onto the patio with a beer in his hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Janelle surprised me with a telescope today. Said I could see the stars when winter rolls around. Instead, I saw a topless woman by her pool this afternoon.”

“Oh, really?” She peered over her sunglasses.

“Some brunette trophy wife lazing around her pool, sipping cocktails…nice tits, though.” He added. “Why’d you put your top back on?”

“Stella wasn’t thrilled with me waltzing around half-naked, so I compromised. Actually, I initially convinced her to join me for a bit. We were both out here topless for a little while, but then she went back to work.” She sat up. “You weren’t spying on *both* of us, were you?”

“Next time, you’ll have to text me when to look.”

“I *will not*, Colin Turner!” She laughed. “That is my *sister*! Though, it might help her to know *someone* is looking. When we went out shopping the other day, she was complaining about her lackluster love life. I don’t suppose you know anyone at work?”

“Um…” To be honest, Colin really couldn’t think of anyone.

“It’s irrelevant. I don’t think she’d be receptive. She was *always* a little body-conscious. Even when we were growing up. Me seeing her completely naked today did not help.” She shook her head. “I keep telling her she looks great.” She sighed. “Why don’t you go change and come relax with me?” Colin nodded and went upstairs. He saw Stella working from her laptop through the gap in the doors to his home office.

“Hello,” he started to say, but decided not to bother her. He knew she started a little later than him, so she was still technically in her work day. He went upstairs and stripped down in the bedroom and dug around for his bathing suit in his dresser. Seeing himself naked in the mirror, he thought better of it, grabbing a towel and just wrapping it around his naked waist. He went back out the patio and, with a glance to his wife, tossed the towel on a lounger and went down the stairs into the pool.

“Really.” She said flatly, looking over the tops of her sunglasses. “Just because my sister *accidentally* saw you naked, doesn’t mean you get to flaunt it whenever you want.” He swam across the pool, relishing the cool water, and grabbed the edge of the pool to look up at his wife.

“It’s *our* house, Alison. Being naked in it is half the fun.” He smirked. “I’m going to enjoy the privacy of my own home, and frankly, Stella won’t see anything as long as I’m in the pool, especially since she’s clicking away at her laptop—in *my* office, I might add.”

“Then maybe I should join you?” Alison said, standing and peeling off her thong, then undoing her top. She had some tanlines from the bikini, but Colin liked it. He felt himself getting stiff even in the cooler water. Alison got in the water, and he kissed her, running his hands over her body, and she smiled, feeling his erection brush against her. “I love the fact that you get hard for me so quickly.” She said, teasing his cock. He swam to the far side of the pool and sat on the edge, his feet dangling in the water, and his erection pointing to the sky.

His wife didn’t even have to be asked. She waded over to him and started giving him little licks, like a popsicle. She teased at his balls, which tightened against his body, and she started easing into a slow and sensual blowjob. He looked toward the patio doors and was surprised to see Stella standing behind the glass, a beer in her hand, and back in her bathing suit—top and bottom, sadly—though it was pleasantly skimpy. Stella looked shocked, but she wasn’t turning away. Colin smiled at her before grabbing his wife by the hair and exaggerating her head bobbing. Stella was eying him, almost ignoring the other activity, but he also noticed her free hand was drifting down the flat of stomach to her crotch. He gestured lazily with his fingers, a cross between come hither and a demonstration of what he could actually *do* with those fingers, and she froze, backing away from the door before going upstairs. He started coming, shaking away the missed opportunity from his thoughts, and enjoyed the moment.

“You want a turn, now?” Colin asked, looking down at his wife. She grinned, and he moved them to a lounger where she came a few minutes later.

—-

**Chapter 26: Stella Can’t Touch This**

Back in her room, beer abandoned on the night stand, Stella looking at herself in the mirror. She was shaking slightly, partly disturbed by Colin being on display, so blatantly inviting her to join…and the fact that she almost—*almost*—went out to the pool. What would she have done? She had no idea, but she slid a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms, and sure enough, she was wet…as wet as she usually got using her little vibrator.

“You need to get laid.” She said to herself. “Fucked.” She corrected herself. “I need to get *fucked*.” The guys she normally worked with in Washington were always such poseurs, pretending to be forward, but never really stepping up. She didn’t need to be manhandled, but it would have at least helped to be asked out in a straightforward way, rather than bumbling ‘ums’ and ‘uhs’. She wanted someone with initiative, someone in charge.

She’d even done the dating app thing for a while, and while she got a few free meals out of it—that she could *already* afford—they mostly ended in a little fingerplay, handjobs, and the occasional blowjob. Stella was kind of surprised that most of the guys never even considered trying to have sex with a date, even if it was a one-off. Most of the porn-obsessed geeks who worked in her industry were more than happy to just blow their load on her little tits, and whether they got there in her hand, mouth, or even their own handiwork, it didn’t matter. The last time she seriously considered fucking a guy—and fuck him she did—it was only because he was pretty big, and she’d been curious. It turned out not to be that great, and she ended up using her vibrator to finish herself after she sent him home.

She took off her bathing suit, looking at herself naked in the mirror. Her tanlines ended just shy of her pubic hair. The bottoms were dangerously low-cut. Without thinking about it, she started teasing her pussy, still surprised at her arousal. She got on her bed and grabbed her little vibrator, working to bring herself to climax, visions of Colin—leering—at her. Thinking of him made her squirt a little, and she even let out a bit of yelp. Why did she like the thought of it so much? But she was no closer to orgasm. After a few more minutes, she gave up, letting out a deep breath, and collected herself.

In a spur of the moment, she walked out into the hallway, naked, rubber cock-shaped vibrator in hand and went to her bathroom to wash it off. It would have been embarrassing to be caught—and that excited her—but she could still hear them talking out by the pool. The sound bounced around the backyard area. She wondered if they were still naked, but Stella decided against peeking and washed her vibrator off instead. She jolted, hearing someone walk in the from the pool patio, grabbed her toy, and dashed back to her room.

After a few moments of her heart racing, hiding naked behind her closed door, Stella put her toy away and pulled her bathing suit back on. She *did* want to swim, and, well, if they were naked, she could handle it.

“I can deal.” She told herself. “It’s just a little nudity. You’ve seen it before.” But even as she said it, the thought crossed her mind to walk down there naked and swim. A clear vision. Colin had *said* it was okay. He didn’t seem like the type of guy—these days, at least—who would lie about that. She bit her lip and shook her head. “That’s crazy…and I haven’t even been to the salon.” Even as she said it, she glanced down and a bit of her bush was peeking over the low waistband of her bottoms. She hiked up the waistband and checked her bikini line in the process—there, she still shaved at least. She went downstairs and was actually a little frustrated to see her sister wearing her bathing suit—even if it was a thong—and Colin lounging by the pool. His waist was wrapped modestly in a towel, but they both knew what he was hiding, even if neither of them could admit it.

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**Chapter 27: Sanita Is So Helpful**

Colin was smart enough not to be dumb enough to ignore Janelle’s advice. The next day at work, he looked up Stella on one of those job networking sites and managed to get a copy of her CV. They were already friends on the site, so he was privy to her information. He added some contact details that he already knew—like her phone and email—and printed off a more formal-looking copy. A short elevator ride later, he was down in HR.

“Hey Sanita,” Colin knocked on her doorframe and stepped into her office without being invited, “do you have a minute?”

“Of course,” she turned from her computer, “close the door and take a seat.” Colin did as she asked. “I’m sorry if I don’t get this right, but you’re, um, Kevin Turner?”

“Colin, but that’s fine, you probably deal with dozens of new hires, so…I mean, you showed me your breast, if that helps you remember.”

“Ah, yes, yes…normally, new hires are a bit shy about requesting that of a *primary* HR person. I remember *you*, just so you are aware…just, the first name slipped by me. Is there something I, or HR, can do for you?”

“*I hope we can work together.*” Colin hadn’t had a lot of material to work with regarding Sanita, really only three viable triggers, and that was one of them. Regardless, by the look on her face, almost mirroring what happened to Stella, it had apparently worked.

“I’m happy to work with you, Colin.” She said, smiling slightly and not seeming entirely focused on him. She truly was happy to help, apparently, so that helped. That’s what the system said her general response had been when he’d asked the first time.

“I’d like you to take off your dress.” He said. It was a test, and a blatant test at that, but he wanted to make sure he could accomplish everything he wanted.

“If that’s what you’d like.” Sanita stood and unhooked her dress at the back and unzipped it. It fell off her body a moment later. She wore dark purple lingerie, mesh and lace, functional, expensive, but fairly revealing for work-wear. She wore dark lace-topped thigh highs, and it all worked well with her skin tone. He could see most of her nipples and the line of dark bush between her legs—three fingers wide—just as she’d said at their first meeting. She sat back down. “Is there anything else? I don’t mind people coming to visit, but we all have work, and your eyes are very focused on my breasts right now.” Colin’s eyes darted up to meet her gaze. Honestly, if Colin hadn’t seen the change in her demeanor, he would have chalked her response up to radical honesty.

“I want to hire my sister-in-law to work on my team.” Colin said, putting Stella’s résumé on Sanita’s desk. “You should feel enthusiastic when you read it.” She started to pick it up. “Not right now, Sanita. Read the résumé after I leave.”

“Okay.” She said. “We don’t normally hire extended family in the same department.”

“I need her skills, Sanita.” He looked at her. She seemed mostly normal, not glazed, maybe a little…happier? “I sent you an email before I showed up here with my reasoning for hiring her. The need for another employee is real. That said, *I hope we can work together*.”

“Of course.” She smiled. “I’ll be happy to read your email and look over her résumé. Do you know when she can start?”

“As soon as possible.” He said. “Can you make that happen?”

“I’ll call her today.” Sanita said. Another ‘dose’ had apparently done the trick. He was half-tempted to play a little, felt an erection building from the scene of the half-naked woman across the desk from him, but he did want to push his luck.

“That’s all I need for today, Sanita, thank you.” He leaned across her desk and shook her hand politely. Standing up, he moved toward the door and stopped. A little fun wouldn’t hurt. “*Can I see your bush?*” He asked. It was such a brazen question, even in his first meeting, so he hadn’t spared the effects it would have on her. She took a shuddering breath, arousal sweeping over her. Her face was flushed, and her nipples tightened so quickly it was almost like a time-lapse. She rose out of her chair and eased off her panties so they fell down to the tops of her stockings. She ran her hand over her bush, down to her pussy. She seemed trimmed, but not waxed, down there. Sanita was caught in the pleasant sensations, somewhat ignoring his original request. She started teasing at her pussy. Even from across the office, he could see her fingers were slick. “I asked to see your bush, Sanita.” She shuddered again, moving her hand, but bringing it back quickly. She was outright fingering herself at that point. “It’s okay, keep touching yourself,” it was a silly phrase, but he wanted her to enjoy herself. He watched her start fingering herself again, and she was getting very wet. He backed out of her office through a small gap he made in her doorway, nearly bowling over one of Sanita’s HR assistants.

“Oh, sorry, sir.” The woman said, picking up a folder she’d dropped.

“We’re you, um, going to talk to Sanita?” He asked. Julie was her name, he realized she was the redhead who’d been in his original briefing. She nodded. “She’ll need a few, um, minutes…she was taking care of a hiring issue for me.”

“Really?” Julie said. “Sanita usually passes hiring stuff off to me.”

“It’s a complex issue. I don’t think she means anything by it. She’s doing me a favor in that respect.” He started leading her away from Sanita’s closed door, particularly given that he could hear her moaning. “So, are you still waxed?” He asked. The woman blinked at him.

“Are you hitting on me, because that is…well, that is *not* a good way to do it.”

“You were in my EEO briefing. You told me, and the others present, you were waxed. I’m still getting used to the whole radical honesty thing.” He covered, though she did seem sufficiently distracted. “To be fair, I don’t even know your full name.”

“Just my *waxing* habits. Fucking *Fenris*…” She chuckled. She held out her hand. “Julie Mesiter.” He shook her hand. “And yes, I’m still waxed.” Colin actually heard Sanita presumably coming. Julie looked up at the noise, but he coughed and led her a little farther away.

“I actually used the trimmers the other day,” he glanced down at his crotch. She raised an eyebrow. “Long story.”

“Really? This conversation has *already* taken a weird turn. Do tell.”

“My, um sister-in-law walked in on me getting into the shower. She then proceeded to make fun of my pubic hair.” He blinked. “So, I trimmed it up—or off—whatever. I guess it’s not *that* long a story.” Colin laughed.

“So?” She asked. He blankly looked back. “Show me.”

“You’re seri—.”

“Yes, I’m fucking serious! Every time we get a new male employee, one of us, or all of us ends up flashing the guy. Being on the hiring boards has perks, but having to flash your tits or show off your pussy every other week—it asks a lot of someone, you know? Maybe you don’t. I mean, seeing a dick doesn’t do anything for me one way or the other—at work, at least—but you told a story, so prove it.”

“Here?” He asked.

“Sanita’s door is closed, which must mean she’s on the phone. As long as we don’t do this kind of stuff on the lawn, it’s pretty acceptable.” She laughed. “Just move over toward my desk out of the main thruway.” She led him a dozen steps away to her cubicle. “Well?” Colin smirked, shrugging, but he undid his suit pants and slid his boxer briefs down to his thighs. “Is that for me, or left over from your visit to Sanita?” Colin was slightly erect, his cock pointing in Julie’s direction, though not fully hard. “I got the suspicion during your in-brief that you had a bit of a thing for her.”

“She *is* attractive, but this?” He looked down. “How about you take off your panties and let me get a look? Then we’ll see who it’s for.”

“My, my, but we *did* take our briefing to heart.” She smiled wickedly.

“I *am* standing here with my cock out.” She glanced around and lifted up her skirt. In a quick movement she pulled down the front of her clingy black panties and showed off the bare skin of her pussy.

“I’d ask if you were happy, but, well…” She glanced down at his erection.

“Happy, but not satisfied.” He said.

“What the hell do you think is going to happen here?” She was still smiling, though.

“What if I hike that skirt up and bend you over your desk?” He asked. He rotated her and gently but forcefully bent her over the desk so she had to brace herself. He eased up her skirt just a bit and pressed his cock between her thighs so his erection was rubbing against the cleft of her through the thin fabric of her panties. He started fucking her thighs, feeling the warmth of her, her pussy getting wet.

“Oh, fuck…you need to stop.” He did. “We can’t do this *here*.” She said. “We’ll get caught. It always happens.” Colin stepped back and put his cock away, even as she straightened her panties and pulled down her skirt. “Everyone pretends it doesn’t matter, but it *does*. Discretion is very important to Fenris. You don’t know how many reports we get on this—a lot. It won’t destroy your career, but you won’t earn points, that’s for sure. Discretion, right? And most of all, to *not* fuck with HR.” She said, jokingly.

“Really?” Colin laughed. “So, come up to my office and we can finish what we started.” Colin said. “There’s no HR up there…no interruptions.”

“I have *work* to do, Mr. Executive.” She laughed. “Besides, you’d end up enjoying that more than I would. I haven’t been dry humped since high school.”

“Didn’t seem dry to me…” She laughed off his joke. “So, come up to my office and let me fuck you for real.”

“Tempting as that is right now, I really do have meeting in,” she looked at her watch, “ten minutes. Do what you *executive types* always do, go have your secretary blow you…or fuck her. They usually get there eventually. Oh, look at that face! Like we don’t know what goes on?”

“I just assumed that what happened in the office *stayed* in the office.” Colin said.

“It does, but it’s not as if we aren’t *aware* of what happens, what the secretaries are expected to do. I mean, I have to *brief* them on it! As with everything, as long as you follow the rules…no play for promotion, that sort of thing…it’s all part of the benefits. Do you honestly believe Fenris hires all these secretaries—I’m sorry, executive assistants—just for their typing skills? They all went to the University of T & A.” She laughed. “Part of radical honesty is to not play *dumb*, Mr. Turner, even if a certain *part* of you,” she lid a hand over the bulge in his pants, “makes you act dumber every once in a while.” She smiled. “Now go get you rocks off somewhere else. Some of us have *real* work to do.” Colin left HR, his erection still lingering.

**End Part 12**

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