Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

A door clicked open down the hall. Speak of the devil, said Mark as the two salesmen glanced down the hall to catch a glimpse of Robyn's swishing skirt. In a huff, she made tracks for the ladies' room. Anyways, I'm taking off early. See you tomorrow. Ciao for now, Mark, said Randy as his buddy walked out the front door. There wasn't much left to do for the work day. He would check his messages. Heading down the hall towards the cubicles, Randy passed Robyn's open door. She was always bitching and whining about the sales team getting perks, but she had her own private office. Curious, he stopped and looked around inside. Then checking towards the washrooms and seeing no sign of her, he stepped in. She had books upon books. He read the names of the authors on the spines Gloria Steinem, Gloria Steinem, Margaret Sanger, Maryam Namazie, even Carrie Brownstein! Jesus Christ, the estrogen on that shelf was enough to neuter a circus animal! There had to be something else more interesting in there. That's when he noticed the monitor of her computer still aglow. Randy leaned over and could not believe what he saw. The first photo was a woman posing in profile with a sweater pushed up to expose her ridiculous belly suspended out twice as far as the rest of her otherwise slender body. The second one was a blonde laying down in a bath tub with her chubby pregnant tummy and her swollen dark nipples floating above the soap suds. The third was a closeup of a large bust stretching a pink tank with a dark damp lactation stain on one side. Randy scrolled down. It was amazing. Picture after picture showed pregnant women, all shapes sizes and colors, dressed, lingeried, naked, many in bare feet, all very feminine. There must have been hundreds of them. There were no slacks nor suits but lots of pink and silk and lace. Randy had found himself a gold mine. Scrolling back to the top of the page to leave it the way that he'd found it, he took out his phone and starting snapping pictures. The first one was a closeup of the screen, the next zoomed out to prove that it was indeed her computer. Then he took one showing the screen with her documents strewn over her desk. He clicked a couple more random ones for good measure. Then he repocketed his phone and silently slipped out, making sure that the coast was still clear. His messages could wait until tomorrow. They might actually bring him some work to do that he didn't want. He grabbed his laptop and quickly headed out the door. The next morning Randy was sitting on the end of Mark's desk in his black Italian suit with dark olive green tie. Mark leaned back in his chair as he told his story. ... And she had the biggest tits, he said holding up his hands in support of the imagined mammaries. Not as big as Rachel's, said Randy. Rachel who? At the Sunset Club, he reminded him. You know, the triple-Ds? Just then pregnant Julia walked by, her belly large and round draped in her red cotton dress, protruding from her long white sweater and supported by a hand in her tired back. Wasn't me, Mark winked. I pulled out. Even if it was, Randy joked and the two salesmen laughed as burdened Julia disappeared down the hall. Birth control is a woman's responsibility, right? The two of them laughed.