Page 10 of Big Book Boss

"Thank you. I will." Her eyes find mine, and I slide the shot glass to her, lift my beer, and toast, "For the win."

She touches my beer with the shot glass and says, "The end." Then tosses it back like a pro and comes up giggling again.

She looks around me and sees Erica talking to Mickey. "Hey, I need to pee. Which way is the ladies' room?"

Erica points toward the entrance and says, "Take a right before you exit. It's on the right."

"Thanks." She looks at me and says, "Excuse me, please. I must pee-pee."

Yep, she's drunk.

I take her hand and help her off the stool, then hook her hand in the curve of my elbow.

"Oh, you're my bodyguard now?" Her eyes twinkle into mine.

"For your safety, of course."

"Mmhmm," She nods and follows me.

Threading carefully through the crowd, conscious that her tits are hugging my arm, I lead her to the corridor where the public restrooms are. The line of women waiting is fifteen deep.

"Oh, geez!" She stops, gawking. "I'm not sure I can wait."

"Don't worry. I know the manager." Then I guide her past the line to the unmarked door at the end.

I enter the security code to my office. It's dark when we slip inside, and I close the door behind us. It's pitch black, and she snuggles up, unable to see, sliding her fingers between mine and pressing my hand against her pussy. The hemline of her dress brushes the back of my hand as her tits squeeze my biceps. My cock grows hard again. The thought of pushing her against the wall and sliding my fingers back inside her crosses my mind, but then she whispers, "Bastian, I'm going to pee my panties."

I chuckle at her honesty and turn on the light switch. The lamp on my desk illuminates, bathing the office in soft light. The depth of the room is short, but it's wide. My desk fills the space along the back wall. To the left is a futon flanked by a wing chair. To the right are two doors. One exits into the kitchen. The other into my private bathroom.

I point to the bathroom door. "There you go."

She squeezes her knees together and scurries to it. Shoves the door open and begins pulling her skirt up, not bothering to shut the door or turn on the light. I hear a huge sigh in the dark and then her piss filling the toilet.

Walking over to my desk, I toss my ball cap on top, then lean against it, crossing my ankles.

When she's finished, she lets out another huge, long sigh. Then I hear her talking in the dark, "Whew! Girl, you almost didn't make it." She giggles, and a couple of seconds later, she flushes the toilet.

I chuckle.Lord, she talks to herself.

A few moments later, she's standing in the doorway with a mortified look on her face. "Oh, my god! Could you hear me pissing?"

"Mmhmm," I admit. "You weren't kidding. You really needed to go."

She walks out, hanging her head. Her hand on her forehead, shielding her face, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Where is it?" She asks.

"Where is what? Did you lose your phone?"

She kneels down, then places her cheek on the carpet, and answers, "No." She crawls over the sofa and looks under it.

"What are you looking for?"

She lifts her face. "There isn't one, is there?"

"One what?" I laugh as she falls over and moans miserably. Rolling onto her back, she covers her face in her hands. "A rock to crawl under."

I laugh aloud at that. "Sorry. There isn't one."

"Ugh!" She moans, "I'm drunk, aren't I?"

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