Unraveling in the Meeting Room
Chapter 3: Breaking into the Boardroom
I chose to hold off from opening Caleb's messages for several days. The embarrassment of what happened was unbearable, and the notion that his roommates had likely heard us was worse. I remained at my house all weekend, choosing not to go outside or log into my computer. On Monday, though, I realized I had to confront the outside world and go to work. I could fake sickness, but my best friend, Xander, would know better; he'd check up on me.
I opened my messaging app, only to find a preview of Caleb's message: "Zoe, it's not what you think, please come back." I suspected he had prepared an explanation, but would it really make me feel better? His friends were attractive, knew my friends, and now had my secrets. Would they inform Xander? He was my best friend at work. If they did, I'd have no choice but to quit. I investigated apartments and employment in other cities, fantasizing about relocating there to have vanilla sex and feel normal again.
Then, my phone rang - it was a call from Xander. I selected the green phone button to answer, bracing myself for him to call me a disgusting person. Instead, he said cheerfully, "Hey, hey, how are you doing?"
"Not fantastic," I replied, stopping my breath in expectation of a response about my out-of-the-ordinary behavior.
"How can I help?"
"No need for anything," I claimed, "I'm just taking it easy."
"Really? Then what's up?"
"Not feeling so hot... perhaps a bug."
"Nice, well, I got a message from Caleb. He wondered if you were unhappy with him, since you hadn't returned his messages... He mentioned you had a date!" Xander sounded excited and enthusiastic.
"Ah yes, drinks with a guy," I replied nonchalantly.
"Oh yeah, so he was just checking in to see if you were okay," Xander shared.
"What did he say?"
"Let me check the message..." There was a pause followed by, "He wrote, 'Hey buddy, you know the woman named Zoe? She met me at your party, and we had a drink the other night. I think she's awesome, but she hasn't replied - thought I'd check if you've heard anything, maybe speak well of me.'"
I contemplated whether to tell Xander that Caleb had scared me or not. If I informed him, he might turn protective and make things worse. I couldn't risk that, so I continued:
"No, Caleb didn't scare me... I had a great time, but I've been unwell lately, and that's why I didn't respond. I'll write back to him."
"Cool," said Xander. "He seems nice."
"Did he have close ties with his flatmates?" I inquired, scouting for any potentially incriminating details about them.
"Yup, they've lived together for ages. We've partied a few times, and I mostly know Vic from the gym."
"Anything else I should know?"
"Not that I can think of."
I remained silent for a moment. Xander seemed to be unaware of any peculiarities about them, so I decided to check Caleb's messages:
9:33 p.m.: "Zoe, it's not what you think, please come back."
9:34 p.m.: "I'm outside attempting to find you to talk."
10:43 p.m.: "I told no lies, I promise, the others were expected to be out, but their plans were canceled. They thought they'd creep back in unnoticed, and they didn't tell me."
11:28 p.m.: "OK, I understand you don't want to see me anymore, but are you safe at home?"
23:43: "I didn't intend for this to occur, and I apologize for messaging again, but I had an incredible night. I can't help but feel intense about the desire to recreate the experience. We saw you at the party, and we knew you accidently peed yourself, but honestly, that's what enticed me to join the site in the first place, as it was intriguing and something I wanted to experiment with. I didn't realize it was you until they mentioned it, but we often discuss this subject, my two friends and I, and we all share an interest - not all the same level, but we're all into golden showers. I'm unsure if that makes it better or worse, but I hoped knowing about them would help you feel better about them knowing about you. I'll cease messaging now, but I sincerely hope you respond. Caleb."
I contemplated various answers and eventually decided not to send them. 'Alright, another sexual encounter?', 'How about the three of us spend time together?', and lastly, my favorite, 'You all masturbate together, use the restroom together, and probably engage in other activities together, so how about you tell me those secrets?'
I hesitated to reply but eventually concluded a response was required. 'Good morning, whatever works.'
On the following day, I chose to delay composing a message. I slept fitfully, and eventually conceded to report for work. My job, owned by a reclusive figurehead, involved running a bookstore and a vintage music shop, where my colleague, Xander, specialized in music sales. The day was hectic, as we served numerous patrons until 3 p.m.
"Zoe, you can punch out early," remarked Xander. He had just received a call from a customer, who scheduled a last-minute gift delivery with the condition that his representative personally delivered the package. He'd already been compensated with a high tip which should be enough to cover our post-shift beverages.
"If you handle the delivery, I'll maintain the store."
"I don't want to put in the effort... call me lazy," he grinned. I was skeptical, but I wouldn't have minded more time at home after a long day.
"Alright, what's the address?"
While walking there, I peeked at the contents, discovering a book about polyamory, an arrangement where partners can maintain multiple romantic relationships at once. This opened my mind to the possibility of all three of them desiring me, but, of course, there was no possibility of that.
I arrived at their office and inquired for Victor McKenzie. 'Yes, he's in the boardroom at the moment; he insisted that you deliver it personally,' the receptionist said, expecting me to enter the room.
I frowned slightly, but understood not to create a scene. 'Fine, what's the address?' It was a short, 20-minute journey. I gulped down the dregs of my water bottle and grabbed the package.
Upon reading who the package was addressed to, my mind quickly flooded with Caleb, Vic, and Ben-related thoughts. Suddenly, I entertained the novel idea of having all three of them. I shook my head to dismiss these thoughts.
Upon entering the boardroom, I softly knocked, and the voice inside beckoned me in, earning a smug smile from Vic.
I assume you're Vic? That was a cool book choice. I placed it on the table in front of me.
"Thanks, I thought it'd initiate a conversation," he responded smugly as he stood up. I lingered my gaze on his tidy body for longer than I should have, looking right at the polished shirt that subtly highlighted his physique. Glancing back at his face, I noticed...
"Can I ask you a few questions if you don't mind sticking around?" My query wasn't really a question. Zoe considered the juvenile reaction she might seem, but when his demeanor exuded this level of authority, it was as if a part of me that craved rebellion took control of my actions.
"You can lock the door so we can have some privacy for this discussion," he suggested, pointing to the door. I could turn the lock and let him get on with what he had to say, or I could open the door and leave. We both knew there'd be no scene in his office.
I extended my hand, unsure where it was headed. As I turned the knob, I inhaled deeply before turning back around.
"Make it quick," I instructed.
"I'll take as long as I need," he said evenly while maintaining a calm, firm tone. His voice naturally sounded gravelly, but his effort to keep it calm made it even more gentle and muffled.
We stood on either side of the table, ready to start the interrogation. He posed his questions in a forceful manner, and for some reason, I felt driven to respond to each and every one. I never considered disregarding his inquiries; it all felt like he controlled my thoughts, like the entangled earphone cords that I couldn't untangle, but maybe he could.
"Did you like him?" He raised his eyebrows, and I knew he was inquiring about Caleb.
"Yes."
"Were you bothered that he used my photos instead of his?"
"No."
"Would you like to see him again?"
"I really would."
"Do you feel remorseful for what happened in bed?"
"No, I don't. I want to have more of that experience."
"Then why have you been steering clear of him?"
I was initially uncertain what to say, but he remained quiet as he gave me some time to ponder. "I felt humiliated."
"Because of him?"
"I was humiliated by myself."
"Just that?" He asked, getting closer.
I hesitated before replying. "Yes."
"That was a lie," he said, getting even closer until only a meter separated us.
"What's the real reason?"
"I overheard something"
"Tell me," he demanded, almost whispering. As his hands reached my face, softly running his thumb across it, my body shook in response.
"At Xander's party, I heard you talking to the girls in the bathroom ahead of the shower curtain. I was hiding since I wanted to avoid you," he continued.
His hands slipped away from my face, and he scrutinized my expression. His eyebrows lifted in curiosity.
"I heard you discuss how you all masturbated together. And whilst that's not bad, it's just... a situation I'm not comfortable being in the middle of. I don't know how to... do... this."
His head leaned to the side and cautiously kissed my neck, causing a shiver. I inhaled deeply and held my breath, anticipating his next move.
"What if we wanted you to?"
I exhaled a sigh, my heart thumping wildly as I longed for him to fill me. I wanted him inside me, deep within.
"Wanted you to do what?" My vision blurred.
"Wanted to hear you have sex with him," he whispered, his hand running over my hips.
"Wanted to watch you."
"Wanted to see you pee all over him?" His hand slid lower toward my hemline.
"And all of us wanted to fuck you?"
I moaned out loud as pleasure covered me, my heart racing even more.
"Wanted to see you with us."
Do you need to pee right now?' he asked in a low voice, pulling up your skirt and feeling the fabric of your pants. 'What if I fuck you here and now?'
He was standing right next to you, you could feel the heat coming from his body, or was it yours? Your cheeks were on fire and you could hardly breathe. 'Pee,' he said.
'What?' you questioned with a hint of confusion.
'Open your legs and pee. Soak the carpet. I'm going to watch you.'
You reached for your pants to move them aside, but he shook his head. 'No, don't touch them.'
You shifted your stance slightly, allowing your legs to spread wider. You tried to let your pee flow but it just wouldn't come out. Your bladder was full, but it wouldn't release. You were nervous, doing something you'd never done sober before, going against everything you'd known all your life. You had to make your brain think it was okay to do this. After a few seconds, a small amount of pee trickled out. You could see the liquid soaking the material of your underwear, but no drops reached the ground. You tried again and more came out. The stream hit the carpet, creating a puddle. As soon as you had a steady flow, he spoke.
'Stop. Hold it in.' You moaned in frustration, but clenched your muscles. You stopped peeing and closed your legs, but he shook his head. Drops of liquid continued to slip down your legs, a few at a time.
'Good girl. Keep them open.' The warmth of your pee felt against your pussy. It was soaked, not just from wetting yourself, but also because you were turned on and wet. Ready for a huge cock to slide in with no issues.
He took out his phone and you felt a shiver of fear. Was he going to film this? Instead, he put the phone to his ear and dialled a number. He was talking to someone about being with you. The phone was handed over and you took it with shaky hands.
'Do you want to stop?' asked the voice on the other end.
'No, I want this,' you said, holding on to your pee confidently. You could feel some of the liquid seeping out, dribbling down your leg once more. Vic placed his hand on you, rubbing your wet underwear over your soaked pussy. He found your clit and started rubbing it with the wet fabric, fingering you fast and hard.
'Are you controlling her?' the voice on the phone asked.
'She's just having an accident,' Vic said casually.
'Tell me how it feels?' the voice demanded.
'It feels wrong but so good,' you confessed. Your pee was so close to overflowing, you could feel it trying to escape through every drop. More liquid started to spill out, splashing around your feet, covering the floor, and dampening his suit.
'Pee!' ordered Vic, and you pushed hard. Your pee gushed out, like a strong current, trying to cover as much surface as possible. It hit the floor and walls, making a splashing sound. It was just like you were peeing everywhere.
'It's all over the place,' you exclaimed, unsure where to direct your pee. Your stream was stopped by Vic's fingers again. You held it in, but this time it was harder. You started to drip, uncontrollably. He rubbed the wetness between your legs, making sure your pee went exactly where he wanted it to.
"Shit, Caleb, he's fingering me, and I'm still peeing," I said, clutching onto Vic with my free hand, like I'd fall without him. My flow gradually stopped, and he pushed me against the table, my back resting flat and my legs dangling over the edge.
"I wish I could taste your pussy right now, sweetie," Caleb said over the phone. "Tell me how good it feels."
My breathing was labored now, and I was muffling moans, suddenly aware that there were people in the office beyond those doors. Vic lifted up my clothing and added a finger inside me, in and out at a steady pace, while his thumb swirled my clit.
"I can't, I'm trying to be quiet, but… oh fuck!"
"What, sweetie?" Caleb inquired.
Vic added a second finger, massaging me faster.
"I'm so close, I'm almost there," I gasped into the phone.
"Do it then," Vic said with a grin, "Cum for me without making a sound."
I was unsure how I could manage that, yet Vic inserted a third finger and increased the speed. His thumb pressed harder, and my clit began fluttering, indicating I was approaching the border of a powerful climax.
"I can hear you're close," Caleb proclaimed, "I'm close too, baby."
"I can't... I can't…" I whimpered, desperately strugging to stifle the growing ecstasy. The frenzied motion of Vics hand increased, and his thumb was pressing harder, bringing me nearer to the edge.
"I can feel you're about to break," he whispered, confidently.
I modulated my voice, making it deeper and huskier as Vic picked me up from the table, his crotch pressing against mine. Our hips moved in tandem, my mouth planted firmly on his neck, the only muffled sounds coming from between my lips and his neck, as the ripple of pleasure coursed through me. He moved to hold me securely on his lap. I suddenly felt a little empty and missed the warmth of Vic's cock inside me.
"Fuck her for me," Caleb commanded over the phone.
The crisp sound of a condom being removed from its package echoed through the room. He found my entrance and pushed in, filling me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted up to make it easier for him to enter me. He started thrusting, our combined weight properly supporting me. The table started to shudder, then give way, reaching the height of passion. I did my best to muffle my moans. There was the phone still on the table. It would pick up his vocal and the sound of his thrusting. Caleb said nothing and drew nearer to an orgasm.
"Ssshh…" he cautioned me. "You've just peed and now you're getting fucked in my office. But you're such a good girl, aren't you?" he whispered teasingly in my ear. "One day, I'll make you drink your own piss. But for now, you're going to cum again, sweetie, cum for me, cum over my dick, while he listens in."
Caleb added nothing more, my body was no longer in control, nearly at the peak of a second climax. My pussy clenched, responding to his comment, and I groaned into his chest, my nerves twitching. He abruptly stopped his thrusting movements, still holding me tight but letting my orgasm run its course through me.
He was still holding me, his cock still nestled between us. We were breathing heavily, my body still quivering, my fingers tightly gripping him. My underwear was damp, soaked in my pee and the unexpected discomfort of having it against my skin. I didn't want to move to fix it yet.
"What were you right about?" I asked, still in his arms.
"Your exceptional qualities," he rumbled, pulling me closer to him, our foreheads almost touching. I could still feel the dampness spilling onto the skin of my thigh, the odor of my pee lingering around my face and body.
Vic removed his condom and positioned his softening penis between us, aiming it at the carpet as he released his urine, enlarging the puddle I'd already created. I was enthralled by watching his cock stream urine so close to me; I wondered if it would be amazing to witness all three of them urinating simultaneously.
After Vic's stream concluded, he lightly shook his dick to remove the remaining drops and hugged me tighter.
"Any thoughts on Ben?" I inquired, feeling Vic's chest against my face.
"You're welcome to him as well," Vic answered.
Is this implying that Caleb and Vic are also mine? Could I possibly handle all three of them?
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