Kelli wondered if there was something medically wrong with Mr. Cockshure. At first Kelli had thought that the big man was being creepy, asking him to deliver the phone messages while sitting on his lap, but after multiple attempts at communicating from across the room, the younger man began to wonder. No matter how loudly he repeated himself, Kelli couldn't get Mr. Cockshure to hear him properly.
"Mr. Dick wants to come to a meeting," Kelli said from the doorway.
"You want my dick to cum during a meeting?" Mr. Cockshure questioned.
"The cleaning staff wants to wash your dirty floor," Kelli tried another one, standing closer to the desk.
"You're going to clean my staff because you're my dirty whore?" Mr. Cockshure said, again not understanding.
"There's a meeting at your place, next week, for neighbourhood watch," Kelli said, leaning over Mr. Cockshure's desk, his pink blouse hanging for the big man to look down.
"You think that your place is on your knees, in my crotch?" The boss tried again, still patting his lap, indicating that Kelli should join him.
Relenting, the young man stood straight, then walked around the desk, careful to balance on his heels, and finally planted himself on the big man's lap. He wrapped one arm around Mr. Cockshure's neck for stability, and again read all the messages he'd received.
Mr. Cockshure seemed appreciative of the work Kelli was doing. He placed a big, sweaty, meaty hand on Kelli's knee, causing a shiver of pleasure to pass through Kelli's body. The sensitivity cream was still doing its trick, and the touch on Kelli's exposed skin was incredible. The only thing annoying about the whole experience, besides the big man being hard of hearing, was that there seemed to be something hard and pointy in Mr. Cockshure's pants, something that was poking directly into Kelli's backside.
Since Kelli was only filling in while he waited for the woman who had dressed him to return, he decided it wasn't worth pointing out the annoyance. Instead, he tried to resolve the issue himself, squirming and wiggling on the boss' lap, trying to find a position that was more comfortable. No matter which way he squirmed, though, as soon as he stopped, the discomfort would return.
Again resigned to the inconvenience, Kelli just continued to squirm, grinding round and round on the man's lap, not too hard as to frustrate his temporary boss, but just enough to keep from being irritated by whatever was poking into him.
"Oh yeah," the big man said as Kelli continued to read the messages, "That's so hot. Just like that."
Kelli didn't know what was so hot about a lunch meeting with the finance department. Maybe they had planned on going out for spicy food. Whatever the case, he was nearing the end of his messages. Mr. Cockshure, trying to keep Kelli from slipping off his lap while he read (how considerate!), had slipped his hand beneath Kelli's blouse and was holding very firmly onto Kelli's bra-encased pectoral.
It was a good thing, too, since Kelli was finding himself squirming more and more, unable to find a comfortable position. With all the movement, all the grinding, all the wiggling, he was having a difficult time staying on the deaf man's lap. The last thing he wanted was to slip off and not be able to deliver the messages! Mr. Cockshure's hand on his knee (which was now slipping higher and higher on Kelli's thigh), combined with the hand on his chest, was the only thing keeping him upright!
Squirm and read, grind and read, wiggle and read, then, suddenly, in the middle of the last message (something about a dental cleaning), the big man cried out.
"Yes! Fuck! Yes!"
The pointy thing pressing into Kelli's backside seemed to spasm a few times, grow hot, and then kind of wet. Kelli hoped that whatever it was hadn't ruined his clothes; he'd just received this skirt from the sexy woman in the shower, and he'd hate so much to disappoint her. After all, she'd put so much effort into finding him the best outfit for Girl World, one that would help him be the most alluring man he could be.
Kelli looked at Mr. Cockshure. His head was back, his eyes were closed.
"That's the last one, sir," Kelli said softly, "Will there be anything else?"
The big man chuckled without moving. "Oh, I think you've done enough for now. I don't think I could take any more!"
Satisfied that he was a big help, Kelli slipped off of the man's lap, then swayed out of the room on his heels, returning to his desk. He was a little bit upset that, after a quick inspection, there was a slight damp spot on the back of his pencil skirt, but the feeling of being useful, of a job well done, overrid any sense of disappointment. After all, the woman couldn't blame Kelli for being so helpful, could she?
