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Light…ugh…pillow over head.

BRRRRNNNGGGG!!…(muted thud, followed by silence)

Eliza peered out from under the pillow with one eye, grimacing in pain as the sunlight hit her full on. “What in the world did I drink last night?” she thought to herself, as she attempted to put the top of her head back on the rest of her aching body. “I’d have sworn that all I had was a couple of glasses of wine, but, wow…” She staggered out of bed, getting tangled in the covers and nearly falling as she made her unsteady way to the bathroom. “What I need is a good hot shower,” she thought. She was so out of it that she got under the water without testing it first…

“Oh Blessed Mother…” she moaned, as the water came running over her body at just the right temperature for aching muscles, “finally, this monster works properly! I need to remind myself to thank Kit properly for this.”

“You’re welcome,” came a thick voice in her ear, startling her so much she almost slipped on the shower floor as a strong arm wrapped itself around her slippery waist. “Anything for my favorite demanding tenant…”

“What…how…who…” Eliza sputtered. “Why are you in my shower? For that matter, how long have you been in my apartment?”

“Well, let’s see…if today’s Tuesday,” he said, glancing out of the shower at the alarm clock that was lying on the floor where it had landed after being shoved off of the nightstand, “and it is…then just since about 10-ish last night. You were pretty much AFO and needed help with productive ambulation, so I helped you into a cab and home. You pretty much pulled me into bed with you after I got you undressed, so I stayed to make sure you slept peacefully. How’s your head?”

“Pounding, but nothing a good soak won’t cure; but the rest of my old bones…that’s another story. What did I do to myself last night? For some reason, I don’t remember much after the third round of ‘Ring-Around-the-Rosey’…”

“Hmm; you’re missing the last couple of rounds, then. Do you remember the contest that you and the girls dreamed up, competing for the most creative combinations of male and female genitalia, winner to be serviced by all others?” At her shaken head, he continued. “Well, who do you suppose won? You SHOULD be sore!”

“Ooof…then I know who also won a prize,” she said archly, pointing to Kit’s cock, which was adorned with what looked suspiciously like Jackie’s blue hair bow. “How did that get there?”

“Apparently, I won ‘Best in Show’, I guess,” he said, but not moving fast enough to duck a double handful of water thrown at his face. Sputtering, he laughed,”The others said that there wasn’t a good place to put it on you, so I settled for second choice. By the way, you are going to have to hoof it if you want to get to work early enough to beat the youngsters Bayan Escort Gaziantep there. That would cement your standing as Queen Bee for sure.”

“Out! Out!” she insisted, as she pushed him out of the shower. “I need to get the kinks out before I get dressed.”

Laughing, he acquiesced and left the shower to Eliza, who set a personal record time for shower and shave, almost nicking her legs in the process, but managing to avoid personal injury. She only took a second to decide on a knee-length pleated tartan skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse with a jabot front. “This’ll tickle Stephanie,” she thought to herself. “She never wears tartan…wonder why?” One last quick check in the mirror, and she was gone.

**

“Ha! Made it!” she silently gloated, when she was the first to the office, even beating the usually prompt doorman to the building. She quickly made her way to her office, and pulled up the lobby camera video feed onto her computer’s desktop, so she could see when the others arrived. Chuckling to herself, she fixed the first cup of coffee for the day, and settled into her morning routine, catching up on the evening’s emails and file updates. She kept no more than a corner of her eye on the camera feed, so she almost missed the unusual sight of all four of the younger members of last night’s bacchanalia entering the lobby together. She felt a faint smile cross her lips as she observed the four of them guiltily remove their arms from one another as they left the elevator; it was obvious that they had all been together overnight. She decided that this opportunity for a little fun at their expense was too good to pass up. As Suni peeled away from the others to assume his place at the reception desk, she started a mental countdown. When the other three had had almost enough time to get to their respective desks, she pressed “SEND” on her email program.

“BOOP” sang four computers simultaneously. Steph, Jackie, and Jay, whose desks were close enough to hear each other’s notifications, looked at each other questioningly. Then, as one, they opened the incoming message, and again looked at each other, this time with more than a little trepidation. All three (four, if they had been able to hear Suni’s computer, too) popped up with the same message; “Report to Eliza Tinker’s office immediately.” Three nervous staffers, soon joined by the fourth, made their way to the corner office and tapped gingerly on the door.

“Come in,” they heard, followed by “Close the door behind you,” as they entered the office. The four young staffers stood nervously in a line in front of Eliza’s desk, waiting as she studied her computer screen for almost a full minute before glancing up. “Please find a seat,” she said, finally breaking out in a smile that went a long way in relieving the anxiety that was almost overwhelming the youngsters. As they bustled about finding places to sit, Eliza chuckled. “You four must have been just about ready to wet yourselves, hmm?” she observed. One look in their eyes, and she knew she had called it pretty closely. “Well, don’t go changing your knickers just yet, my pretties; you are not the ones in trouble. I do, however, have a problem in which the four of you may be involved.”

The two young women exchanged an uneasy look, mirrored by the expression on the young men’s faces. “What is the problem?” Jackie finally asked, when it became obvious that the others were going to remain silent. “Is someone hurt,” she asked, looking at the others, who shook their heads, “or sick?”

“Well,” answered Eliza, “it’s a bit more complicated than that. Somehow, in last night’s ‘stress relief’ session, I lost track of several hours of time. I have no recollection of events after about the third round of ‘swing your partner’. I am ashamed to say, I woke up this morning not knowing how I got home, or even what day it was. I know that I didn’t have too much to drink, as I know how much was in the sauna. Do any of you have any insight as to what might have happened?”

Stephanie looked at the others, who nodded for her to go ahead. “Weel,” she began, her Scots brogue thicker than usual, “after partnerin’ with everyone at least twice, it go’ a bit complicated. The combinations began to get, shall we say, unconventional.”

Jay interrupted her by interjecting, “She means kinky!” to which Jackie glared at him, Suni winced, and Stephanie elbowed him sharply in the ribs, causing him to emit a smothered yelp.

“As I was sayin’,” She continued, giving Jay a sharp look which promised more pain in his immediate future if he opened his mouth again, “we go’ a little carried away. At one point, ye were…” At this, Stephanie hesitated, only to have Eliza indicate that she should continue, “Ye were invitin’ all three menfolk to have a go at ye at once. Ye were like a woman possessed, E! Eventually, I had to throw some water in yuir face when ye passed out from such a strong orgasm from havin’ all three in ye at once. Jackie and I were amazed at yuir stamina, and at yuir inventiveness! I dinna think that I would ha’ tried that, although,” at this she glanced coyly at Jackie, who began to blush, “SOME of us here had nae problem with tryin’ to keep up wi’ the boss! Anyway, after a roll or two with that lot,” she said, looking at the boys who were trying, unsuccessfully to become part of the wallpaper, “there was sae much grapplin’ and wigglin’ amongst all of us that it was a bit later that we discovered ye had fainted or passed out, or sommat like that. Yuir older friend, Kit was it, said as how he’d be taking ye home, and assured us that ye’d be fine wi’ that. Frankly, we were a’ sae besotted wi’ each other that we a’ ended up at Jay’s place last night, hence a’ getting here at once…” At this she seemed to finally run down, and looked at Eliza with more than a little uneasiness.

Eliza followed this explanation with a slowly rising sense of worry, mixed with relief that it had happened with friends who would look out for her safety. She hadn’t known that she had such a wild side, and it bore some reflection, as well as a need to protect herself and her loyal young associates. She resolved, at that moment, to soundproof the sauna door, and, to avoid the possibility of further embarrassment with other staffers, to install an indicator light on the outer door that could be lit when the sauna’s occupants wanted privacy. She also wrote herself a mental note to check on glass that could be fogged electronically when the need arose, just to be safe. All this, however, didn’t solve the problem; there was still the wantonness that Eliza hadn’t known she possessed, and the still unresolved matter of how to protect herself from it and its after-effects.

She broke free of this thought process, and said to her young friends, “Thank you all for your loyalty and concern for each other…and me, too. I have discovered that you are all trustworthy to the extreme, and so I feel no hesitation to call you all friends.” With that, she bestowed one of her megawatt smiles on the four, who finally smiled back, all cares and worries put aside.

“That being said, however,” she continued, causing Suni to start as if bitten, and Jay to look at the girls guiltily, “we need to investigate an alternative location if we are to continue these…activities, shall we say, on such a level as last night. I have some thoughts, but I’d like each of you to come up with ideas on options that don’t involve anyone’s private residence. Ideally, it would be in a place where we could meet without inviting closer scrutiny by anyone not in the know, as it were. Please think on this and get back to me, say, Thursday morning, here, at 9:30. I’ll have breakfast ready for us all. I daresay, we’ll need some nourishment for such a discussion, yes? Okay, then, off you go.”

With that, the four filed out to return to their respective desks, leaving Eliza with her brow furrowed in thought. After the last left, closing the door, Eliza thought for a moment longer, then picked up her phone, punched for a private line, and keyed a number in from memory. After just a moment, she spoke into the handset, “We need to talk. Can you come meet me for lunch at about 11:30? Caglioni’s on 45th? I’ll have a booth reserved under my name…Great! Thanks!” With that, she hung the handset up, and got to work, doing her best to clear her desk before leaving for her lunch appointment. Outside, the office hummed along in its usual semi-frantic pace, nothing unusual to indicate the inner turmoil felt by its CEO…

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