FootFetish 5
Victor left the office and immediately sat down at his desk, staring blankly at the turned-off computer monitor. A few seconds later, he heard the click of his boss's door lock. What had he just seen? Was Yulia performing cunnilingus on Lidiya Ivanovna? Or did I just imagine it? No way! I definitely didn't imagine it! But I'm a gentleman! I'll pretend I didn't see anything and nothing happened! Or maybe I should leave now? But how? I bought the hard drive Lidiya Ivanovna needed, and how can I leave? I'm at my workplace. But she yelled at him very angrily to get out, and she probably wouldn't be happy to see him now. I need to wait
and pretend I didn't understand anything – thought Victor, and then everything will go back to how it was before. And what was before? Are they lovers? It's a good thing I saw Yulia licking Lidiya Ivanovna, and not the other way around, otherwise it would have been much more unpleasant, and then he would definitely have lost such a well-paid job and would have had to go into the army. After all, it was Lidiya Ivanovna who, with one phone call to the right place, resolved the issue of his six-month deferment! She's generally cool, businesslike, and has huge connections. He even remembered how she effortlessly helped arrange for his mother to go to the best sanatorium in the region, for which he was immensely grateful to her. And now he will definitely prove his loyalty to her! He will be silent as a fish and blind as a mole! But how do I tell Lidiya Ivanovna herself? How do I tell her that I didn't see, hear, or understand anything? Damn, how long have they been lovers? Victor began sifting through the memory files in his mind, where and when they could have been alone, how did they get to this point? To what point? Suddenly Victor interrupted his own thoughts – can a woman not be happy and… he began comparing Lidiya Ivanovna's attitude towards Yulia before this moment, and the pieces didn't fit, because Lidiya Ivanovna always treated her coldly! Even he, Victor, was closer to the boss, and that always pissed Yulka off! So maybe Yulka was just playing a role, and was actually just keeping an eye on Victor? Why? For what? Victor racked his brains trying to figure out what had happened and what was happening, and how events would unfold from now on? He tried to listen a little to what was happening in the office, but the damned camera, which he now definitely remembered, prevented him from approaching the door and pressing his ear to it, so Victor couldn't hear anything, and the anticipation of what would happen and what to expect brought him to trembling fingers, but there was also some kind of exciting, sweet arousal. He even caught himself thinking that for a moment he would like to be in Yulia's place between Lidiya Ivanovna's beautiful, slender legs, although he wasn't a pussy licker and didn't even like it. He had once tried pussy for taste in exchange for a good blowjob, but it was a fleeting kiss on the bald little mound, and after slightly wetting his lips on the wet and slimy little lips, he immediately got up and demanded a blowjob from his girlfriend, secretly aroused by that kiss, and came right in her mouth. And when he finished and the arousal passed, he felt disgusted – both by the fact that he had kissed a pussy and by the fact that the girl, with traces of semen on her lips, tried to kiss him. It all ended in a scandal and a breakup. Of course, he also remembered the intercourse with Lidiya Ivanovna's shoes. Damn – he shook his head as if tossing the thoughts aside – so, did Lidiya Ivanovna see his antics with masturbating on her shoes, or did I get away with it? And why does she need the hard drive? Or maybe…The door lock opened and the handle went down. Victor's breath caught, a cold sweat broke out all over his body, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his heart was pounding and trying to escape his chest. He buried his face in the monitor again and only now realized he hadn't even bothered to turn the computer on.
"Come in," he heard Yulia's quiet, subdued voice. He didn't see Yulia herself; apparently, embarrassed to show herself, she said this through the open door while still remaining behind it.
Entering the office modestly, Victor saw a rather calm Lidiya Ivanovna sitting in her expensive leather chair behind her luxurious T-shaped desk. The desk was long and intended for meetings, so the distance from the door to the boss herself was considerable. At the side of the desk sat Yulia, her head bowed, her hands on the table, clasped together, and she had turned slightly away from Victor, who had just entered, trying to hide her shame-flushed face. Near the desk lay a crumpled A4 sheet, which Lidiya Ivanovna had thrown at Victor, who had barged in so unceremoniously. He entered the office, took half a step forward, then half a step to the side, and slightly lowered his head like a naughty child. In his hands, his trembling fingers fidgeted with the box containing the hard drive.
"Did you close the door to the reception?" Lidiya Ivanovna asked dryly and evenly.
"No," Victor shook his head guiltily.
"Well, go close it!" demanded the strict and beautiful boss in the same even tone, but with a note of dominance. Victor immediately left the office, walked to the entrance door leading to the corridor, closed it from the inside, and left the key in the lock. Then he turned around, and again, as if something was holding him back, preventing him from entering this office. He understood that by closing the entrance door, he had now cut himself and these girls off from the rest of the world, and he also understood that a very important conversation in his life was about to take place, and he simply had to behave like a gentleman and, most importantly, try to keep his job. He entered again and, under Lidiya Ivanovna's oppressive gaze, stood by the door to the side. Victor felt intense excitement and was even a little dizzy. He really wanted to sit on a chair, but without Lidiya Ivanovna's permission, it was simply impossible.
"Well, Vitya? What are we going to do now?" Lidiya Ivanovna sat at the desk in a pose with her hands on the table, twirling her favorite, expensive, golden pen in her fingers.
"I…" Victor wanted to say something in a breathless voice, but Lidiya Ivanovna immediately stopped him. Victor was surprised that she called him Vitya, which she had never done before; it was even kind of nice. He also noticed out of the corner of his eye some lace panties lying on the leather sofa in the corner. Whose they were, he certainly didn't know, but now he knew for sure that their lovemaking after they had locked themselves in had been on that very sofa.
"I don't care what you! Shut up and listen!" the boss raised her voice slightly. "Everything you saw here when you barged in so inopportunely – it's true! You didn't imagine anything! Yulia was sucking me off for her new position! And she will suck! Which, in principle, I was preparing for you!" She jabbed her index finger in his direction. "But now, Vitenka, you have two paths. First, you get kicked out of here with a wolf ticket and…"
"I'm not…" Victor wanted to say something, but Lidiya Ivanovna even stood up, leaning on the table with both hands and slamming it loudly, so that Victor hunched his shoulders and Yulia lowered her head even further.
"SHUT UP!" she shouted. "Open your mouth without my permission one more time, and we'll end the conversation with the first option! Understood?" She paused, and when Victor nodded affirmatively, she continued, walking around her desk and leaning her butt against it, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, you get kicked out of here like a cork and fly straight into the army, followed by a video of your sex with my shoe yesterday, and this same recording will be at the top of every browser!" Victor's eyes widened, and he folded his palms in front of his chest and knelt down.
"Don't! Please, I'm ready, I'm ready…"
"What a disobedient boy you are!" Lidiya Ivanovna changed her tone slightly; she clearly liked that he so quickly understood his position and, by kneeling, let her know that this option didn't suit him at all, and now she could drag him ashore like an exhausted crucian carp, hook him with her landing net, and start frying him over a slow fire.