You Can't Do Overtime Alone (1)
Things had finally gone sideways...
An amount our team had never reconciled had turned up in the books — one stretching all the way back to last year, no less.
"We have to get this reconciled... there's no way around it. You know how it is, Team Manager Kim. If the President finds out, all hell breaks loose..."
The General Affairs Manager said, scratching his head furiously.
"Hold on... no matter how you slice it, how is asking me to have this done by tomorrow even reasonable?!"
With the situation twisted into this mess out of nowhere, irritation came surging up. At my rising voice, the entire General Affairs team went as quiet as scolded mice.
Shit... tonight of all nights, I was supposed to be feasting on Eunmi after work...
"Sorry, but... there's nothing I can do... Tomorrow morning we go in for the President's approval, and if they spot a mismatch, it won't just be you or me catching hell — the heads of both departments get hauled in and it becomes a whole circus..."
"I... haah... fine. What do you need me to do?"
What had happened had happened, and it still had to be dealt with.
At my softened attitude, the General Affairs Manager began explaining things one by one, as if lecturing me. The long and short of his explanation was this: we would have to cook up some doctored paperwork to paper over the gap.
"Okay. Understood. But I can't do this alone. It isn't entirely our responsibility to begin with, and General Affairs needs to prepare its own documents too... You know how hopeless I am with numbers... There's no way I can do this by myself."
"Fine, fine. I'll assign someone to you."
What? Assign someone? This bastard... He's the department head — he should be taking responsibility himself...!!
"And what will you be doing, Manager?"
My voice rose again.
"I have to go pick up my kid today. My wife's at the hospital with her father, so I can't stay tonight..."
And there it is.
The man who reaches for the family excuse every single time. No wonder he's never been promoted — stuck at team manager with one foot in the grave...
"Say, Assistant Manager Park, are you free tonight?"
"Ah... I have dinner plans with my girlfriend's parents tonight, so..."
The General Affairs Manager started asking his people one by one, but there were no takers. Not a single soul willing to stay behind and handle it... Which, to be fair... who wants to wipe up a mess someone else made? Especially one that would obviously eat up hours the moment you started...
But hold on a second.
If I played this right... this could turn into an even more interesting situation. Hehehehe...
"Heh heh. Your mind certainly turns quickly when it comes to such things."
Haha, does it now?
"Haah... then give me Eunmi, please. I'll do it with Eunmi. Eunmi, you don't have anything on tonight, do you?"
"Wh-what?! Ah... I... um... n-no..."
Startled by the irritation in my voice, Eunmi blurted out her answer in a panic.
"Is this something Eunmi can handle?" I asked the General Affairs Manager. He brightened and told me not to worry — he'd have her properly trained before quitting time.
After I got back from General Affairs, I gathered the whole department and ordered everyone to put every other task on hold for the day. I gave them a rough sketch of what had happened downstairs, then told them to finish the groundwork — the files, the schedules, all of it — and have it on my desk before quitting time.
"I know you're all busy... but this has already happened... Get me the groundwork, the materials, and the schedules lined up, and I'll handle the rest, so please lend a hand. I'll stay tonight and take care of the remainder myself."
"Not a chance, Manager. I'm staying to help."
Assistant Manager Choi — the bastard with his pointless, overdeveloped sense of duty — had to cut in.
"Save it. Assistant Manager Choi, go enjoy your date with your girlfriend. I'm the department head; this happened because I wasn't watching the store. The one who made the mess cleans it up."
At my words, Assistant Manager Choi stared up at me as if I'd just handed him a medal. The rest of the team piled on with their own empty flattery — the Manager was the greatest, they'd pledge him their undying loyalty, and other such things.
Heh heh. That's right... score a few points with the team, and once the work is done, Eunmi and I... heh heh...
"Um... then who's supporting from General Affairs?"
Seonju, who had been listening in silence, asked cautiously.
I didn't so much as glance at Seonju. I addressed the others instead.
"General Affairs is staying until quitting time as well, and one of theirs will remain behind for the final pass... Alright, everyone, let's get moving!"
And so the work began — no, the shit-cleaning began.
Perhaps because everyone had stayed until the bell, things seemed like they'd be handled surprisingly smoothly. As the office emptied out one by one, Eunmi came up from General Affairs one floor below and joined us in Sales.
On her way over, she crossed paths with Seonju, who was heading out, and the two murmured something between themselves. Seonju gave Eunmi's shoulder an encouraging pat, said, "I'll be heading off first," and was gone.
Eunmi settled into Seonju's vacated seat and got to work.
Two hours or so after quitting time, only the two of us were left in the sales office. We were so buried in the work that the security guard kept wandering in and out; each time, we waved him off — we'd lock up thoroughly ourselves, no need to worry — and kept at it.
Eunmi turned out to be surprisingly meticulous, catching and fixing every error in the files I passed her.
"Phew... done...!"
By the time the last file rolled out of the printer, it was already past ten. Overtime was a pain, but there was a real satisfaction in having solved the problem.
And now, for the main event... hehehehe...
"Thank you for all your hard work!"
Eunmi said brightly, smiling at me.
"You're not bad at this, Eunmi."
I leaned back in my chair and looked over at her as I spoke.
"Neither are you, Manager."
Eunmi said with a sheepish giggle.
It was ten o'clock. Everyone in the company would be long gone by now, and I'd already told the security guard we'd handle the locking up ourselves.
"Well then — I believe it's time for our other appointment?"
I said it staring straight into her face, and hers flushed red. When I rose from my seat and headed for the office door, Eunmi — apparently assuming I was leaving — grabbed her bag and started to get up as well.
Click.
I turned the lock on the office door and faced the room. Standing there with her bag in hand, Eunmi gave me a puzzled look.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"Huh? Ah... I... um..."
Eunmi stammered, flustered.
"You're... not leaving?"
"Now? It's ten o'clock. Where would I even go?"
"H-here?"
"Here."
I strode up to Eunmi, snatched the bag she was awkwardly clutching, and tossed it onto the desk.
"What? You liked it this morning in the bathroom, didn't you?"
"..."
Face crimson, Eunmi had no answer.
I reached out and seized one cheek of her ass in a hard grip.
"Kyaah!"
"Have you gone without panties all day today?"
I breathed the question into her ear, and Eunmi gave a small nod.
"And I suppose your pussy hasn't been dripping this whole time?"
"N-no... it hasn't..."
"Then I'd better check for myself."
I grabbed the skirt of her business suit and hauled it up over her waist in one motion.
"Ahh... i-it's embarrassing..."
Even hiding her face behind her palms, Eunmi stayed perfectly still, letting me do as I pleased. I stepped back a few paces and gave her body a slow look from head to toe.
Where her raised skirt left her bare, there was nothing at all. She had obeyed my orders to the letter — nothing stood between my eyes and her pussy.
"Spread your legs for me."
Eunmi obediently parted them to either side. I knelt down between her thighs and brought my mouth to her pussy.
"Mmph! Aah...!"
The moment my tongue dragged up along her slit, a moan spilled from her lips. Her pussy, dry until now, began slowly to moisten after only a few upward strokes of my tongue.
The office.
Empty as it was now, this was a room that had been crawling with people mere hours ago — and here stood Eunmi, legs spread in front of me. Pantyless, on my orders, no less!
This was the woman who, until just days ago, had snickered behind my back calling me gay — and now here she was, meekly holding her spread pussy open for me in the middle of the office!
"You really are a pervert, Eunmi. Going without panties at the office... spreading your legs right here at work and dripping like a faucet..."
"Haah... mmh... it's... it's because of you, Manager..."
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
As I lapped up the clear juices flowing from her pussy, Eunmi bit down on her finger to smother her moans. She looked unbearably sexy doing it.
"How was it, spending all day without panties?"
"Haah... I... I don't know..."
"I asked you how it was."
"...It kept... flowing out... I had to go to the bathroom so many times..."
"For someone claiming that, your pussy was awfully clean when I started."
"Haah... earlier... I was focused on the work..."
"Good. From now on, you come to the office without panties. Every single day."
"What?! That... that's..."
"Why? You don't want to?"
I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and drove my middle finger up into her from below, my eyes locked dead on hers.
"Heh heh heh. What a wicked taste you have."
"I... I ride the subway to work, you know..."
"So what?"
"Ahhk! Aaaah...!"
When I crooked the finger buried inside her up toward her belly and scraped her G-spot, any answer she had collapsed into an arched back and a moan.
"You'll come to work with no panties on. Understood?"
"If I... if I come to work without panties... what are you going to do to me..."
"Obviously? I'm going to finger you like this."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
At some point, the juices leaking from her pussy had begun to make the most obscene sounds. Every time my finger scraped across her G-spot, her nectar trickled slowly along her outer lips and down the line of her thigh.
"Haah... aah... I... can't... I can't..."
"Heh heh. You say you can't, but your body begs to differ. Or don't you want my cock again from now on?"
"Aaah... but I can't..."
"Yeah? Then I'll stop."
Pop.
My finger slid coldly out of Eunmi's pussy, and her gaping hole let out an almost comical little sound.
"Mmh... aah..."
With a look of unmistakable disappointment, Eunmi gazed up at my face. Her eyes begged me, desperately, to keep playing with her pussy.