The Balloon Test - Sex Stories

The Balloon Test

Another boring lecture! Why did the company keep sending me on these. It wasn't as if I didn't know everything already. Not like the stupid girls on the course. I mean they had to have more training, but it was really a waste of time for me.

Of course I was the only boy on the course. When the boss, her of the smart suits and the permafrost hair, had decided that I should spend time as a 'business support executive' in order to learn the ropes of the business, of course I had agreed. I hadn't realised it was a fancy name for a secretary. Still, it was only for six months, even if I did get sent on these basic skills courses.

So that's why I was the only boy on the course. Still it have me a chance to show off my credentials. To make sure everyone would remember me in the future. That's what I said when we had to introduce ourselves at the beginning.

"I'm here to show off my credentials," I said. Everyone laughed, a sort of sniggery laugh, I've no idea why.

Anyway here we were at the end of the course run by some sort of secretary motivating guru woman. God knows what stupid waffle she was going on about. I kept having to put her right about everything.

The last lecture was on building confidence to be an effective speaker. It was led by Monika Finch, described in the hand~out as a 'motivational speaker'. What rubbish. There she was in her power dressing grey suit and her black hair done up in a bun. What rubbish!

"I'm already a confident effective speaker! ...

... And what's more, I know everything there is to know about it," I told her, "can I skip this lecture?"

That took her back, I'm telling you!

"In that case you'll know about The Balloon Test?" she asked after a short pause.

"Well..." What bit of modern gibberish theory was she going on about now?

"You do know what the Balloon Test is?"

"Of course," well seeing as I'd said I knew everything about it, I wasn't going to admit to never having heard of it.

"What's the Balloon Test?" Asked busty blonde teacher's pet Tracey at the front of the class. Tracey was one of those girls, you know the sort, the ones who've got no brains but get on by sticking out their tits and flashing their knickers. She was wearing pink ones. Well... She'd been sitting opposite me at lunch and she was wearing a very short skirt. I'd given her the benefit of my opinion on a few subjects and I could tell she was impressed. I'd complimented her on her figure and her choice of underwear. Girls like that sort of thing you know. And I impressed her with my knowledge (Wikipedia can be so useful when impressing girls). Of course I'm a great thinker, I told her, it's because I exercise it so much. I suggested she might help me exercise it but I just got a rude response. Empty headed, no interest in thinking at all. And now she was asking stupid questions. Still, I could tell she was impressed, but we were called back to the lecture that point. Still later...

She was obviously impressed that I ...