A Hot Meeting
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
"Hello, welcome Mrs. Piercely," Heather called. By now, she was in a conference room and the meeting was about to start. Mary and Rachel were both in the back. Rachel taking notes, and Mary to see her employer in action.
"Please take a seat, and let me tell you what we have to offer..."
Phil stopped listening. Heather was standing up starting a Powerpoint presentation, rambling about things he didn't understand. He had more important things to do anyways. He managed to slide himself the edge of the bra, something that caused a suppressed smile on Heather's face. She couldn't do anything about it in front of her potential client, and he knew it. He reached the wire between the two cups. He was careful not to go too far, for he knew that eventually Heather would find a way to crack down on him. He had to do what he planned without looking like he was trying to escape or being seen by the others. Given that her blouse was open-chested, being seen was an issue. He began to chew on the wire, right where it met with the cup he was in. The age of the bra had put a slight divett in it, which he sought to enlarge. He wanted to tear off little pieces, not enough to break it but to come close.
Heather could feel him moving, almost laughing as it tickled, but she didn't understand what he was doing. It didn't seem harmful, just innocent squirming. She didn't know he trying to eat her bra.
Eventually Phil finished. He then slid back to the center. He pressed his face hard against her nipple. A noticeable laugh emitted from above, which awkwardly disturbed the flow of her presentation. This was not enough, though. After she resumed in a few seconds, Phil began to lick her nipple, starting by making a circle around the outside and slowly making his way to now erect center.
"NOW'S NOT THE TIME!" she suddenly erupted.
"Not the time for what?" Mrs. Piercely asked slightly startled.
"Now's not the time to settle on a low-rate product when..." Heather tried to save herself.
Phil then started licking even harder. Rubbing his hands against the outer part of her nipple, while licking the top.
"Uhhhh," Heather moaned uncontrollably. She started to lose her breath, as her body moved towards total orgasm. This can't be happening she thought. She needed to get Phil to stop, without exposing herself in this meeting. She began tugging at her shirt right below the breast as is she had a sudden itch. Phil only intensified his efforts.
"Is something wrong?" Rachel asked.
Her tugs got closer to her bra and harder, in a desperate effort to keep Phil in line. What she didn't know was that each tug put him in the center of her bra, even more intimidate with her nipple. She realized she had no choice: she'd have to tug at Phil directly. She still went through her shirt but grabbed Phil and forcefully tried to slide him down to the bottom of her cleavage where he couldn't do this. She grabbed Phil and the brief part of the bra above and him and gave them a yank. The pressure caused the almost-broken wire to snap, causing her bra and open-chested blouse above it to fall down, leaving her boobs completely exposed in front of her client.
"How dare you?!" Mrs. Piercely exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Piercely. I can explain. This will make it start to make sense..."
Right as she was about to give her explanation, her orgasm came in full force. She find herself onto the ground moaning with pleasure as her skirt became wet.
"Heather compose yourself!" Mary called. "This is inappropriate." But it was of no use. The damage was already done. She went to grab Phil, but he was no where on her breast or bra.
Phil had already left long ago. Once her breast had flew off, she had gotten so distracted that he simply jumped off. He landed harshly on the ground, but he was used to such falls having grown up so small. He then ran away as fast as he can, straight for the door. He heard Mary fire Heather, but he took no notice.
"Please take a seat, and let me tell you what we have to offer..."
Phil stopped listening. Heather was standing up starting a Powerpoint presentation, rambling about things he didn't understand. He had more important things to do anyways. He managed to slide himself the edge of the bra, something that caused a suppressed smile on Heather's face. She couldn't do anything about it in front of her potential client, and he knew it. He reached the wire between the two cups. He was careful not to go too far, for he knew that eventually Heather would find a way to crack down on him. He had to do what he planned without looking like he was trying to escape or being seen by the others. Given that her blouse was open-chested, being seen was an issue. He began to chew on the wire, right where it met with the cup he was in. The age of the bra had put a slight divett in it, which he sought to enlarge. He wanted to tear off little pieces, not enough to break it but to come close.
Heather could feel him moving, almost laughing as it tickled, but she didn't understand what he was doing. It didn't seem harmful, just innocent squirming. She didn't know he trying to eat her bra.
Eventually Phil finished. He then slid back to the center. He pressed his face hard against her nipple. A noticeable laugh emitted from above, which awkwardly disturbed the flow of her presentation. This was not enough, though. After she resumed in a few seconds, Phil began to lick her nipple, starting by making a circle around the outside and slowly making his way to now erect center.
"NOW'S NOT THE TIME!" she suddenly erupted.
"Not the time for what?" Mrs. Piercely asked slightly startled.
"Now's not the time to settle on a low-rate product when..." Heather tried to save herself.
Phil then started licking even harder. Rubbing his hands against the outer part of her nipple, while licking the top.
"Uhhhh," Heather moaned uncontrollably. She started to lose her breath, as her body moved towards total orgasm. This can't be happening she thought. She needed to get Phil to stop, without exposing herself in this meeting. She began tugging at her shirt right below the breast as is she had a sudden itch. Phil only intensified his efforts.
"Is something wrong?" Rachel asked.
Her tugs got closer to her bra and harder, in a desperate effort to keep Phil in line. What she didn't know was that each tug put him in the center of her bra, even more intimidate with her nipple. She realized she had no choice: she'd have to tug at Phil directly. She still went through her shirt but grabbed Phil and forcefully tried to slide him down to the bottom of her cleavage where he couldn't do this. She grabbed Phil and the brief part of the bra above and him and gave them a yank. The pressure caused the almost-broken wire to snap, causing her bra and open-chested blouse above it to fall down, leaving her boobs completely exposed in front of her client.
"How dare you?!" Mrs. Piercely exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Piercely. I can explain. This will make it start to make sense..."
Right as she was about to give her explanation, her orgasm came in full force. She find herself onto the ground moaning with pleasure as her skirt became wet.
"Heather compose yourself!" Mary called. "This is inappropriate." But it was of no use. The damage was already done. She went to grab Phil, but he was no where on her breast or bra.
Phil had already left long ago. Once her breast had flew off, she had gotten so distracted that he simply jumped off. He landed harshly on the ground, but he was used to such falls having grown up so small. He then ran away as fast as he can, straight for the door. He heard Mary fire Heather, but he took no notice.
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