Bouncing Balls - Sex Stories

Bouncing Balls

... him for months. A total incompetent apparently. I'm not surprised really, we could wrap him round our little fingers. It started just by us putting drinks and things in expenses, he muttered a bit, but we soon bullied him into accepting them. That was what was so funny. He thought he was so strict, that nobody could make him do anything he didn't want to do, and we could get him to do anything.

Then we started putting stupider and stupider things on expenses just to see how far we could go. I put down a Mark II Fanny Tickler (so much better than the Mark I), and Tracey put down for a full body spray tan and waxing. Well, we thought that was a step too far, but not a bit of it!

That must have been the last straw, because that was when they moved him. Apparently they couldn't just fire him, so somebody came up with the bright idea of telling him he'd been moved to selling lady's products. Surely that would make him resign! But no. There he was in the training course. And the funny thing was Tracey had told him all the sales girls had to have a full body spray on tan, and there he was tanned like film star. The thing was, we all wondered if it really was full body. We knew he'd never go for the waxing, but we were dying to know about the full body tan. Had he been sprayed absolutely everywhere!

There was a way of finding out. Veronica. Veronica had this show for parties and things as a hobby. She just had the natural knack of getting people to do what she wanted. ...

... All I needed to do was persuade the boss that she would be good on the course and it was almost as good as done.

It was a wonder to watch as she slowly manoeuvred him into standing on the stage with his pathetic attempts at juggling wearing nothing but a gold lamé thong. It left little to the imagination! The juggling was a brilliant notion. The sort of thing only Veronica could think up. It gave a seemingly innocent reason for getting him to wear that ridiculous costume and at the same time distracted from the real object of the exercise. And of course while he was concentrating so hard on that he wouldn't realise what he was being manoeuvred into.

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When I'd put the costume on it turned out to be even briefer than I had thought. Just a thin band around my waist and between my legs and a wider bit over my bottom, and a pouch at the front to cover the naughty bits.

But if the girls were to get their treat, they were relying on me. I had to juggle for five minutes.

"I don't think I..."

I had thought I'd just have to juggle for a few seconds then I could escape.

"You don't think you're up to it? You can't concentrate that long?"

"Yes of course I can but..."

"So what's the problem.."

"Well I..."

"You're not shy are you? You're quite respectable in that costume. Don't you trust me?"

"Well of course I do..."

"Well then... Get going..."

So I did. I'd show them how well I could concentrate. There were laughs and giggles and even ...