After Party
Continuing “After Pool,” but this one’s mostly talk. So, you can skip the boring dialog if you’re not interested. Dad (MF fmmG. D/s.) Beverly dropped me off in the parking lot, and I got in my car. Unsure about where this was headed, but it was late, it had been a long week, and I was just happy to have the report finished. She’s not my boss, but she is an Executive, and she went over the Sexual Harassment policy at the company. I denied sexually harassing her, and she laughed. Washed it down with a sip of wine, and then kept her voice down. Asking me if I felt sexually harassed, working her wedding ring off over her knuckle. She’s married, though. I met her husband, nice guy, but I can’t say that I …