The Donor

Chapter 4

Exposed“Place the sales sheets before me then go to the corner, Mortimer. You know how to posture yourself for me... arms behind, hands folded at the small of your back.”

Voice firm, exuding self-confidence, I have been called to the office of Boss Lady Martina. And there is to be corner time even before reviewing for the errors she consistently finds.

I comply and assume my stance, hearing the ruffle of paper as the Director of Sales reviews the ‘score card’ I have assembled, the month’s revenue detailed several different ways... by region, by product, by salesman.

“Closer Mortimer. Press your nose to the paint for me like a good boy.”

“Have I erred Miss Martina?”

“Silence Mortimer. Nothing on the sheets, so far. But you know Edie and I had a long conversation on Saturday. You continue to be a source of disappointment for her... and therefore for me... as her godmother.”

I sheepishly nod, my nose rubbing the smooth latex.

“You have trouble performing for her... in the bedroom. Maintaining an erection seems to be difficult for you... and should not be... at your age.”

What am I to say?

More ruffling, the Boss Lady taking her time, my tedious stance of no concern to her.

“Seems you drink... too much and too often.”

The subject matter disturbs. But the twinges begin. The Boss Lady’s stern demeanor once again a source of odd arousal.

Minutes pass, the many spreadsheets reviewed.

“Are you bulging for me, Mortimer? I recall months ago your initial corner time seemed to excite you. You can become erect for me... but not for Edie... so much wanting a child. And it seems you meekly discharge without penetration. She says there are times when you adequately please her with your tongue. But of course those are fleeting moments of pleasure compared to the joy of motherhood.”

I nod again, permission to speak not granted.

“Perhaps you’d be more comfortable unzipping for me. By now I’m sure you’re fully erect and it must be quite uncomfortable.”

“I... I’d...”

“Don’t speak, Mortimer. Obey,” her words direct but uttered so casually.

I reach about and comply, berating myself. Little Mortimer is indeed fully engorged. As he fights to fully pop from my slacks, my fingers work to arrange such that he stays within. The Boss Lady seems to understand my attempt at redirecting my stiffness.

“Return your hands to your back, Mortimer. If your erection becomes exposed so be it. I think you’d enjoy it. Enjoy your sober moments when your manhood can perform for a woman.”

I withdraw from my attempt and indeed a swollen little Mortimer defies me, spearing past my open zipper, just about touching the wall.

“I’m going to ask my secretary to step in, Mortimer. Then if you’d like you may turn around and face us. Your choice.”

The Boss Lady’s secretary! A minx. A cocktease. Stunning but aloof to the male gender, not a guy in the office has not flirted with her... and to my knowledge there have been no results.

My heart pounds. I can feel my circulation pulsating. Worse, little Mortimer throbs!

“Abbie, step in please. I have something I want you to see.”