Abby and the ceo - S01 E12

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E12

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GETTING NOTICED

The months passed like a blur. It was a rush of learning and growing in the job, finding new connections in the business beyond the walls of the office or even the building.

I continued to dedicate myself to the job performance but that really was all I knew. And, I continued to be flexible and willing to experiment when it came to sex in the office.

My first and second month evaluations turned out to be breezes. Sara sat me down in a conference room on the 5th floor and we talked. The time I spent early or late to make sure my tasks and assignments were always on schedule no matter how much distraction and time was created by the sexual elements of the job was noted. That, of course, complicated schedules as I became a favorite, especially among those with an interest or curiosity about anal or double penetration or tormenting me with various vaginal and anal vibrators. It was thought to be an aberration, though.

The third month evaluation was the one that rocked me... in a positive way, thankfully. Sara and I met in the conference room, again. Sara was wearing her thigh-high stockings and heels, both black. I, of course, was completely naked, not even jewelry. We were meeting the day before my three month anniversary. I asked why and she said the probationary period would end with a meeting above Sara, usually with Ms. Benson, our Director.

"I don't know what more I can say, Abby, Sara eventually exclaimed. "A new employee in the group just shouldn't preform at this level. I normally find at least several items to discuss on performance of the job, interoffice relations, phone etiquette, team work.... any number of things. I've scoured the schedules and talked with people inside and outside the office you've worked with and I'm at a loss. I can't find a single concern expressed or Indicated by anyone and I can generally tell when people are covering for someone. That said, then, I want to caution you not to get a big head." She paused, seemed to consider her next words, then looked at me deadly serious. "Abby, I've paid attention. I know there are days when you are requested for some form of sex that has totaled to three or four hours in a single day. I also know, we have trackers on the ID cards that tell us when the card comes and goes through those door, that those days you work late and come in early, presumably to stay on schedule. I've also noticed that you've assisted others with work when they haven't had the same excuse."

"Teamwork, ma'am."

Teamwork... yes. And, 1... we... appreciate that attitude, Abby.

But I don't want that effort from you to be a cause of burning you out. You're going to do good things here, I'm certain of it, but not if you get burned out and want to leave." She gazed at me Intently. This was a point she wanted me to take to heart so I nodded my understanding. "I understand it can be hard when you have a personality like yours that wants to help others and share but sometimes that isn't helping the other person if they aren't pulling their weight." She was right. It wasn't easy. Eagerly providing assistance to others was always something that came naturally to me. "You are a very popular young woman, Abby. Your body is all sex and your face is all youthful sweetness. A devastating combination for the rest of us. The fact that you are as willing to pleasure a woman or man with the same enthusiasm adds to your popularity and demand. Which reminds me... as you know, I also survey the office on the sexual relationships. It is not a surprise when someone out there finds a person they aren't as interested in being with or they just are not in the mood at times. To be crude, a woman might sometimes be so passive as to seem like a cum- dump, a hole to fuck. Sometimes, the mood just isn't there." She smiled and I understood. "I have not found a single person making that comment about you. Your enthusiasm and energy is constant. Abby, you just make everyone feel like being them is important. I should have known, I should have seen it coming. That gangbang on your first day should have warned me. But, you've handled the time problem at your expense."

I leaned forward and caught her eyes drop as my breasts pressed into the edge of the table. "Ma'am, thank you, but I just love my job. The people in the office are great. And, I really can't believe it myself, but my appetite for sex and experimentation hasn't found a boundary."

The next day I was called into Ms. Benson's office. She was dressed in what I considered her uniform. If mine was currently nothing, hers seemed to be heels, stockings of some kind, and a shelf or open bra. After her review of the evaluation Sara had prepared, she fexplained that the evaluation would be kicked up to Mr. Peterson. Normally, the third month evaluation would stop at her but an evaluation that finds no fault would be questioned. Before we ended, I asked her something off topic.