The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... that wedding, and Liz would need to wear some kind of disguise from now on, maybe one of those medieval party masks. That thought actually excited me. I decided I would go shopping for masks a.s.a.p., and jotted that note down. All my cum swallow girls would wear those masquerade masks in the future.

I put the note in my shirt pocket and - interrupting Freddie's detailed description of the bride's wedding gown - I asked, "Who else from this company was there?"

Freddie smiled and said, "Oh, only me. Dominic doesn't socialize with fellow employees much. We hit it off because I was raised a devout Roman Catholic just like he--"

"That will be all, Freddie," I said, talking over him. "You can get back to work now. Just let yourself out."

He looked appalled again. I had no clue why or at what, but I didn't care enough to ask.

"Well," I said, shooing him away with a backhand wave. "Go. Get back to work."

Freddie swallowed and nodded. He stood up and paused, looking down at me as if hesitant to ask something.

"What is it?" I said.

Freddie cleared his throat. "May I use your men's room?"

I wagged my head at the doors to the two bathrooms in my office.

He sneered over at them. "Ummm, which one should I use?"

"Either one," I said.

"Are you saying," Freddie asked, looking insulted, as usual, "That it's okay for me to use a lady's bathroom because I'm gay?"

"No," I said, grimacing. "The doors aren't marked. They're unisex." Did Freddie enjoy being ...

... offended? I studied him, bewildered. He just stood there, staring back and forth from one door to the next. "So... which bathroom should I use?"

"Either. They're both the same."

"Which one do you use?"

"Both... but I just took a shower in the right one."

"Oh, okay, then I'll use the left. I don't like steam. It frizzes my hair."

I was stunned by his vapid decision making process. "Whatever you like, Freddie," I said, smirking in amusement. This man couldn't even decide which bathroom to use.

He walked into the left bathroom. A second later his head popped out. "Uh, there's no toilet paper in this one."

"Then use the other one," I said, now slightly annoyed.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Like I said, I don't like steam."

I pushed air through my nose and said tersely, "Would you like me to get you a roll of toilet paper, Freddie?"

He shook his head and held up a hand. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter. I just have to pee anyway."

I threw my pen down hard onto the desk.

What a waste of time and words. Freddie was an idiot.

He nodded and his head disappeared into the bathroom. The door softly closed and I heard him fumbling with the lock.

My relief at him turning down the supervisor position could not have been greater if he had taken a big hot, steamy shit right on my desk.

Letting out a few more breaths to calm myself down, I contemplated calling Priscilla back in to offer her the position. This time, though, I would first have a ...