GITJ Post 431: Ribbon Cutting, p1

“Dr. J ! What are you doing?” whined an obviously frustrated and stressed-out Kori, who was part of our “Communications Department”. My traitorous eyes were immediately drawn to what she was wearing: a tight, scoop-necked top of iridescent pink and smart black trousers. Her figure, like most of my employees here, made my heart skip. She, though, looked upset that I was still here, in my office, at my desk. Everyone except me and Melissa, she told me, was already outside - which explained why she was glaring down at me   “The ceremony starts in…” She looked at her phone. “...3 minutes! We need you and Melissa at the front door, now!”

I didn’t know where Melissa was but I knew I wasn’t where they expected me to be. “Ugh, jeez, Kori…,” I started, “I don’t really know if I’m feeling up to this.” I  tried my best to keep my reply from sounding like a groan. The exhaustion of the day was somehow already catching up with me, I didn’t want to appear too frustrated in front of one of my newer and younger employees. Of course I knew I was supposed to be out there, but I wasn’t too happy about the thought of facing all those crowds, especially when I was dressed like this. I looked woefully down at my bright pink scrubs that were two sizes too big on me and tried my best not to sulk

“Omigod for real??” Kori groused, in a tone more petulant than respectful. She and I both knew that I was, in some weird variation of the term, still technically her boss, but at this moment that didn’t seem to matter. She’d been tasked with getting us all assembled and I guess I was just being difficult.

“Do you really need me there?” I asked, in as apologetic a tone as I could muster. Kori was in an obvious huff, and I didn’t want to make it worse…but I could tell I was pissing her off.

“Okay well I’m gonna go get Melissa,” she fumed, turning on her four-inch heels and <click-clack-clacking> out the door. 

I put my face in my hands.

Great.

I was, in all honesty, unsure of how to feel about today. The birth announcement of Far Horizons Evolution Center, our “Grand Opening” (yay), was being packaged as an over-produced ribbon-cutting ceremony for the benefit of the local TV stations. We wouldn’t be seeing any actual patients in the new clinics until Monday, so today was really just a show for the cameras. I knew I should have been excited for it all: watching the business grow, celebrating my employees’ accomplishments - even if I felt like it all came at the cost of my own career, and as their progress left me behind in its wake. Something else about the idea of this event bothered me, though I couldn't really put my finger on what it was. Regardless, maybe this was something that I could stomach, even smile through even if it made me a little sick in my insides..

To make matters worse, I was quickly learning that the event had started growing - in a few different ways - into something else. First, I’d made the mistake of looking at my Instagram on my new phone, and I was stunned by how many people were talking about me. Women, mostly. They’d tagged me, called me out, and now there were bunches of local women excited to come out and see “Mr Vulni” in the flesh at this event today. The appetite for shrimpy guys, I guess, was at an all-time high, and I was apparently the hottest thing on the menu. The thought of being thrown out into a sea of  my rabid female fans made me shiver with a paralyzing fear. Worse still was that some of the local news stations knew my name as well, as the little man attached at the hip to…her. 

Melissa Monroe. The TV stations, their cameras, and indeed it seemed the entire metro area were all excited to get another glimpse of her. Seemingly overnight, she’d suddenly blossomed into a local celebrity sensation of sorts after her recent on-air interview. The only thing the public seemed to crave more than a vulni man was a tall, powerful woman, And, seeing the two together? As a combo platter? <Chef’s kiss> Delicious. Glorious. Hot. We were a ready-made dish that the new world was hungry for, in its fashions and tastes. The midget and the Amazon, the model couple for the new age. The frenzy around us, at least on social media, was absolutely crazy. Almost like, I dunno…we showed them what they really wanted, and what they could be. With Far Horizons’ help. 

Mortifying, right? Embarrassing? Well, yes, I can tell you that it was, and I really wanted no part in it. Any event that would evince the size difference between us, and probably even showcase it, using it to draw in more eyeballs and ratings at the cost of my dignity was not something in which I really wanted to partake. 

Um, yeah, so…there was that. And, plus, I’m not one for change in general; there’d been a lot of change. 

So as I sat there, my head still in my hands, sitting with my feet dangling several inches off the floor at my small-but-still-outsized desk,  I felt a tremor and heard the distinctive thunder cracks of Melissa’s heels approaching down the hall. It sounded like the harbinger of doom, or at the very least, the harbinger of a really bad scolding. 

“Sweetie, what?” she said, her tone betraying about the same amount of patience as Kori. Neither girl were clearly up to indulging my insecurities, not at the present. We all had places to be. 

Already starting to crumbling under the pressure of the moment, I felt myself flush and I looked out from between my fingers at at the bosomy brunette giant that called herself my girlfriend and now towered over me and my suddenly tiny-seeming desk. “I d-don’t wanna do it,” I found myself uttering weakly. I was overwhelmed by her presence.

She’d appeared, at first, to be annoyed, but as she heard the tremor of my plea, maybe a crack in my voice, her face softened. There had been something crouched between her lips, some bark of a command, but she’d leashed it. Instead she held her tongue, cocked her head, and slowly leaned over to put both hands on my desk and close the space between us. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what’s going on with you today.,” she said softly, tenderly, as her eyes searched into mine and I lowered my hands from my face. 

I knew she could open me like a book on a shelf. I read it to her anyway. 

“I don’t wanna do it,” I repeated, sounding every inch, I realize, the sulking child. At that moment I didn’t really care. “This is going to be too much for me…”

“Awwww sweetie,” she purred, her expression of pity and warmth doubled down in her voice and on her shockingly gorgeous face. This was the woman who had given me not one but two toe-curling blowjobs in her office only a few hours ago, albeit after the “gift” of a new phone/cum monitoring device given to me along with the announcement of her emasculating promotion. “Awwww….”

My eyes goggled at her tits as she squashed them together between her arms, in her plunge-necked pink top. 

“You think it’s emasculating, huh?” she cooed, somehow plucking that word right from out of me, “It bothers you that the world’s about to see how women have taken over everything here? Is that it? That make you feel emasculated?”

I looked at her - up at her face, now, having found the strength to tear my gaze out of her cleavage - and I didn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she indulged me, accommodating my fragilities, my deficiencies and failings with even more understanding and affection. “I’m here,” she continued, her hand softly grazing my cheek. “No matter how little you feel, I'll be there, and I’ll be right beside you, the whole time.”

I tried to relax, but I couldn't help but picture it. The cameras, the flashing, the sea of people, they would all be watching. She’d be with me, yes, standing there next to me, and they’d all see. That’s what I’m afraid of.

She continued. “And, besides, y’know what I find really sexy?” she asked, a mischievous lilt coming to her voice and a curl to her smile, “Emasculating you. I think it’s so hot, showing everyone how much bigger and more important than you I’m getting. They all think it’s sexy too.”

That made my eyes widen, my jaw quiver and - holy jeez I’m a freakin’ perv - my cock suddenly stiffen to life down my pants. I still had no words. 

"So let’s go out there and give the world what it wants, show them all how women have taken charge here and are growing everything like you never could have. It’ll be so sexy,” she said, now reaching out with her right hand so she could grab the edge of the desk, “We can show them how much bigger I am than you, and they’ll love it.”

At that, with an ease I would have thought impossible,  the desk shuddered and its feet groaned over the thin carpet as she slid the desk out from between us with one casual hand, shoving it to the side. I gasped as she stepped in and got down on her knees in front of me. 

Her hands went to the tie of my drawstring pants. I felt a feeble protest escape my lips - w-we need to go! - but she silenced me immediately, pulling my erection out into the world.  

“They’ll wait,” she said, and slid me into her mouth….

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thx to the very-busy-irl-but-still-finding-time-for-this-crap RiF for his edits