Page 89 of Brox Boar

I’m the only person, well, maybe Brox too, that hears the faint hum as the air system kicks in. With two women part of the city inspection, this will be fun.

The air conditioning with special air fills the boardroom, infused with a little something that would make the women socially adventurous, or even comfortable with sin. Fuck knows.

But nudging inhibitions is all I want to do right now.

Then, as if conjured by the universe, the doors open and two of our pets walk in. Lana and Alina. Fuck, what are they wearing? Their heavy and perky breasts bounce in their tight crop tops. The skirts are so short, I literally can see their lacy panties from the front, and those heels, lengthening their bare legs, scream ‘Come, fuck me!’. If I didn’t know what was going on, I’d be confused. I glance at Brox, who’s looking smug in his seat. There is a smirk in there too.

Lana stops at the entrance to catch her breath–probably from rushing up the stairs, or maybe just to take a full inhale. I’m almost certain she loves this zero-shame energy concoction, it helps her feel good about who she is. It hits Alina a moment later, as she doesn’t stop at the door.

Both are looking at me now, like trained puppies, with smiles.

“We’re not ready for drinks, girls. But please, stick around,” I nod at the chaise longue in the corner, left there from our previous meetings, faced towards the windows overlooking the club. They look at it, and stride over there, and as they do, and have their backs to us, it looks like they wear nothing under those mini skirts. Their tongue panties barely show, and their perfect round cheeks spill halfway out of their skirts.

The conversation at the table dies mid-breath. Every gaze fixes on them, their attention is drawn in and held. The women that are part of the mayor’s group by now are more than affected. The air works its magic. They shift in their seats, discomfort leaking through small, restrained movements, they uncross their crossed legs, their fingers tighten, their composure slips just enough for me to notice.

I lean back in my chair. “Mr. Mayor, please let us know what documents you want to see.” I know exactly what I’m doing.

The men will not object, no matter what they say, they always want to watch because watching is not doing in their world. And the women, by now they have soaked their panties for sure. They’d be fighting their uninhibited urge, and they’d be the last to say anything about my pets.

Alina sits on the chaise longue, and Lana sits next to her. They’re facing the windows and the club below, with their backs to us. Lana’s hand is on Alina’s thigh, stroking it, from what we can see, and Alina’s hand is on Lana’s thigh. I can only imagine what could be happening, but with Lana in the equation, I’m always pleasantly surprised.

The men are staring at them, frozen. Every last one of them. Like statues caught mid-movement, waiting for the air to un-stick time. Alina slides her hand between Lana’s legs, drawing a moan from her as Lana tilts her head back. From this angle I see Alina’s other hand moves to under Lana’s crop top, and is now playing with her nipples. They’re both moaning softy.

“Gentleman,” I jolt them from their wet daydream.

They start clearing their throats, trying to see what they need from us, looking at each other. I check on the women who have now undone the top few buttons on their shirts, both sweating, trying to be present for us. I nod at them. “Ladies.”

Lana’s soft moans resonate in the background as the men stutter, trying to tell me what they need. The have no idea, they’re that much fucked.

“Health and Safety Policy, Fire Safety Certificate, and Noise Management Plan,” the mayor says, and saves them the embarrassment.

Brox stands up and moves his chair between the women.

“How about I help over here?” He deliberately touches both their knees as he leans in. “You need the Noise Management Plan, right?”

“S-sure, Mr. Boar.” The one in the red skirt would eat him alive, judging by the way she’s looking at him.

“Yes, please.” The woman in the beige skirt is still fighting her demons.

“Gentleman, let’s move to this side of the table, so I can be of better service to all of you.” I say and hear Brox following my lead.

“That’s great, Rio. Ladies, why don’t we move to the far corner of the boardroom,” he stands up, and gently brushes the arm of the woman in the red skirt. She’s easier to break, I can tell, too. “Take your chairs with you. I’m going to show you the active noise control measures we have in here.”

He takes them on the other side, and positions their chairs back to back, with space between them. He gets them to sit down, each facing the opposite way, and he pulls his chair between them. He leans forward, and is now talking to both in their ear as they face a wall.

This is the easiest way to free them up. Most women are embarrassed of other people’s opinions and judgment. This way, the mind tricks them in thinking they’re alone, and they’ll succumb sooner.

I take the men with me next to the other end, where Lana and Alina are, who are now heavily petting themselves. I’m not sure this is allowed but I’ll let it slide. Especially now.

I see Lana’s hands exploring every inch of Alina’s body, her nails scraping against her skin as she traces lines on her body from her neck to her waist. Gentle whimpers escape from their lips as Alina moves on top of Lana and moans loudly as Lana’s tongue flicks out to trace the edge of her earlobe before nipping at it lightly. Alina kneads Lana’s firm ass cheeks with one hand while the other slips underneath her crop top. Their breathing grows heavier as they devour each other’s bodies with hungry kisses.

Lana’s crop top is now half way off revealing her breasts and her pink, taut buds. Alina takes Lana’s bud between her lips and suckles it greedily while pinching and twisting the other one. Their hips rock rhythmically against each other and it is a magical view, I must admit.

Hungry, and depraved, Lana rolls over Alina and takes her with, ending up on top of her. Their bodies press together and grind, their movements are slow and sensual, but there is an underlying desperation in their eyes that speaks volumes. They look up at me, and at the men watching them with hunger and need, their gazes boring into their souls like hooks attached to fishing lines.

The mayor stands and walks to where the girls are. He’s brave, I’ll give him that, he could be out of a job for this sort of behavior. In front of him, Alina lying on the bed, and Lana on top of her, grinding off of her, kissing her, pinching her nipples under the crop top. He strokes Lana’s butt cheek and pulls her panties sideways. Then he unzips his pants, takes his cock out and growls before he finds her wet cunt and thrusts his hips forward forcefully. I’m sure it slides in her cunt perfectly.

Lana’s eyes open for a moment, and her ass perks. She smiles, and presses her lips against Alina’s as the mayor holds her hips, and starts fucking her.