“I don't care how you get the deal done! I’ve told you that the project is relying on at least a 20% conversion rate, and from how much the sales team has been busting their rears trying to make it happen, it’s obvious that the underlying problem here is you! Now I’d better have a detailed report on how to increase productivity by at least 15%, or you're looking at transferring to a different department!... OK… Yeah, love you too, mom.”
The irritable businesswoman grunted as she pressed the End Call button on her phone, checking her watch to see how much time she had left before she had to meet with her sales team.
“Caramel macchiato for a Miss Spoon?”
“Finally! It only took you a day and a half!”
Silver Spoon quickly got up, grabbed her briefcase and snatched her coffee from the man behind the counter, mumbling grievances to herself as she quickly walked out the door. As horrible as today was, it really was no different from the typical day in her busy life, balancing work with more work with no room for friends or family. She really had no room to complain, however, seeing as how the connections she had from family and her business partner Diamond Tiara helped her land the position she was in.
In fact, she had just been promoted to marketing supervisor, which meant that along with the six-figure paycheck came the responsibility of making sure that sales kept at a steady increment. She was by far the most qualified candidate, having graduated from one of the top business schools in Canterlot City, again thanks to her vast array of familial connections. Graduating, however, was the easy part. The real challenge was being able to convince company after company and client after client why they should invest with the Filthy Rich Brokerage Firm, which faced scrupulous adversity from their competitors.
Suddenly, though, just as she had made it out the door, her phone began ringing again. “Hey, sorry DT. I’m on my way. The guy at the coffee shop took forever to make my macchiato… What?! Well, who did we lose?... What do you mean we lost the backers in Greenrich? Hold on. Tell me about it when I get there.”
As soon as Silver Spoon walked through the doors into the brokerage firm, she was bombarded with questions and concerns from what the next big stock would be to how to go about the sudden economic downturn. The silver-haired woman, however, was far too busy to answer everyone's question, though, as she raced her way into a conference room to begin a meeting that she was already late for. Upon entering the conference room at the end of the hall, her eyes met the gaze of her friend and business partner Diamond Tiara, who was standing at the front of the room with a large sales graph behind her.
“Sorry I’m late, everyone,” Silver Spoon said, placing her cup of coffee down on the conference table. “Now, will somebody tell me what happened with the backers in Greenrich?”
All eyes then focused on Sour Sweet, who was the team leader in that area. “I’d love to,” she said cheerfully. “Not like any of you would know what to say anyway. So, after speaking with them this morning, they told us that the stocks were high enough to pull out now while they were making a significant surplus.”
“And why didn’t you convince them to reinvest into another stock?”
“I really did try my hardest, Silver Spoon. Those cheap bastards. They said that they’d put more money back in when the value falls beneath 200 again.”
“What?! But based on our current trends, we were expected to continue growth past 500! Now we’re probably going to be stuck at 250 for another year! Troubleshoes, please tell me you have the stock updates for the new oil company in Baltimare.”
“I’ve got them somewhere here,” he said, sifting through the messy barrage of papers scattered about the table. As he found one paper, however, he ended up misplacing another one somewhere else in the pile, causing him to make a mad dash through the mess before Silver Spoon took her anger out on him.
Finally, he managed to grab everything he needed after tossing the unimportant ones to various parts of the conference room, but as soon as he turned to hand the report over to Silver Spoon, his arm smacked against her coffee cup, drenching her business suit and skirt in caramel macchiato. All eyes looked on in horror between a frozen Silver Spoon and the defeated Troubleshoes.
“Just my luck.”
“AAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHH! I’VE HAD IT!” Silver Spoon then unbuttoned her suit jacket and tossed it off to the side. “JUST FOR ONE DAY, CAN I JUST COUNT ON YOU GUYS TO DO SOMETHING RIGHT?!”
As Silver Spoon’s tirade continued, she went on unbuttoning her dress shirt as well, completely forgetting where in the world she was while everyone’s eyes grew wide.
“IT’S NOT LIKE I ASK THAT MUCH OF YOU! ALL I ASK IS FOR A 20% CONVERSION RATE EVERY WEEK! THAT’S NOT EVEN THREE PER DAY!”
Off came her shirt.
“DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW LUCKY YOU ALL ARE?! SERIOUSLY, I GET ABOUT A DOZEN PEOPLE PER WEEK GROVELLING FOR A POSITION HERE, BUT I TURN THEM ALL DOWN JUST FOR YOU!”
Then her skirt.
“UUUUUUGGGHHH!!!!! IT SOAKED RIGHT THROUGH!”
Then her bra, and by this point, half of the room was staring on in disbelief while the other half turned their gazes away, too scared to find out what kind of wrath would ensue when Silver Spoon came back to reality.
“WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE TO GET YOU GUYS TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY?! I MEAN, IT’S LIKE YOU NEVER THINK THESE THINGS… through…”
With one leg out of her panty hole, Silver Spoon finally saw the reactions of everyone in the room, and slowly and painfully, she looked down her body to see that she had become totally nude. In total shock, she dropped the panties from her hand and clasped her mouth, trying to hold back a scream that would just bring more people into the conference room.
“S-Silver Spoon?” Diamond Tiara stuttered, trying to break the silence. “What are you doing?”
“I… I don't know! I was just trying to take off my stained clothes, but I was so mad that I forgot where I was, but I’m in front of everyone, and I--”
“Calm down, Silver Spoon.” Diamond Tiara then placed her hand onto her friend's shoulders, trying her best to look her straight in the eye and to ignore the elephant in the room. “Now, just put your clothes back on and we’ll forget this ever happened before anyone else sees.”
“R-right.” The nude woman then bent down to reach her panties back up her legs, but as soon as her eyes found the floor beneath her, she noticed that a certain silk undergarment was no longer there. “Wh-who took my panties?!” The entire room remained silent, exchanging glances between themselves in curiosity. “I--I’m serious, you guys! If you don't give them back right now, I’m firing all of you and getting a new team!”
“Hang on,” Diamond Tiara said, intervening before she did something that would severely impact the company. “I’ll handle this. I think we should have each employee stand up and back away from their seat. Whosever seat we find them in can kiss their position goodbye.”
Everyone began muttering between each other, trying to figure out who was risking their employment just to keep looking at Silver Spoon's neatly trimmed vagina. Still, though, nobody could figure out where her underpants could have disappeared to.
“Ugh!” the silver-haired woman groaned. “I can't believe you’re going to make me do this!”
Silver Spoon then got onto all fours, lifting her bare butt into the air as she ducked her head underneath the conference table and began scavenging the floor for her lost fabric. Everyone moved their chairs back enough to both not get in her way, but also to get another glance at their bare naked boss crawling beneath them. The men in the room put their hands on their laps, hoping that their growing erections wouldn't become obvious, while the women in the room crossed their legs, placing their hands over their faces so that their beet red blushes would go unnoticed.
As Silver Spoon meandered between everyone’s legs, just as her frustration was reaching its boiling point, she saw out the corner of her glasses something being tossed behind her. Darting her head back, however, she saw everyone in the room stiffen in their seats, not moving a muscle out of fear of being accused.
“I know I saw something!” Silver said, crawling out from under the table. “Who was it?” Everyone tried to keep their composure and maintain eye contact, but they couldn't help but glance down at her small nipples when they knew she wasn't looking directly at them. They would not, though, break the deafening silence that rang uncomfortably throughout the room.
Then, again, Silver Spoon just barely made out the sight of someone’s feet moving underneath the table, but she couldn't figure out from whom. “Who was that?!” Again, silence. “OK, then. I guess I’ll just have to work without panties today.”
Turning around slowly, she reached down for her bra, but looking back just slightly enough to where nobody would notice, she saw her underwear fling to someone else’s chair. Silver Spoon then dropped her bra and turned as fast as she could, pointing to where the fabric had landed: right onto Troubleshoes’ lap.
“Just my luck.”
“Gotcha! Now give them back, you pervert!” The room started to giggle quietly as Troubleshoes solemnly handed over the undergarments. “You’re lucky that I’m tired this morning, otherwise I would have reported you straight to Mr. Rich.”
Silver Spoon then put her legs through the holes and slid them back up to her hips, feeling the calm safety of the fabric covering her pubes again. As she bent down to grab her skirt, however, she noticed that there was another piece of clothing missing from her pile.
“Seriously?! Where did my bra, go?!” Again, nobody spoke up. Silver Spoon’s frustration was growing to a physical level as her face grew so red that it looked like a vein in her forehead were about to pop, but rather than just yelling at them (which she normally did), she came up with an idea that could possibly get her underwear back. “OK, then. Here’s what I’m going to do. I want all of you to leave the room and come back again once you’ve decided, as a group, on the terms for me to get my bra back. I won't punish anyone for taking my clothes. I just don't want to be naked anymore. I’ll take the blame, seeing as how I was the one who took my clothes off in the first place. Diamond Tiara, cover my eyes so that I don't see which one took my bra.”
Silver Spoon then closed her eyes, waiting for Diamond Tiara to shield her eyelids. Once the pink-haired woman’s hands were placed over Silver Spoon’s face, the sound of chairs sliding back and people leaving the room filtered into Silver Spoon’s ears, and after a *clack*, Diamond Tiara pulled her hands down from Silver Spoon’s eyes.
“OK,” she said. “They’re gone.”
“Which one of them do you think did it?” the half-naked woman asked. “Did you see anything?”
“W-what? Me? No! Hehehehe… *ahem* Anyway, I should probably go join them.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, you know, just to make sure they’re not using this time to sniff it or anything heheh…”
“...Ew. You’re right. Go make sure they’re not doing anything weird.”
“Got it. I’ll make sure they hurry up and get back here so we can get back to work.”
Diamond Tiara then turned on her heels and speed walked her way out the door, and as Silver Spoon stood there alone in the middle of the conference room, all the possibilities of what they might ask began to sink in: pay raises, stock options, bonuses, promotions. At this point, she was almost hoping that they would ask for something stupid like a strip show, but as the seconds moved on, worse and worse options sifted through her mind.
Silver Spoon shivered. “I hope they get back soon…”
***
“We’re back,” Diamond Tiara said, walking through the door and holding up a document signed by everyone in the department.
The girl in her underwear looked at the clock, then back at Diamond Tiara, shooting daggers at her with her eyes. “It took you twenty minutes just to come up with something?!”
“Yeah, but we did it, didn't we?”
“Alright. What is it?”
Snips, the secretary of the firm, then stepped forward, clearing his throat and reading aloud from the document the group wrote up. “As of today, August 8th, the marketing department of Filthy Rich and Associates, do hereby--”
“SPIT IT OUT!”
“Oh, right. We want you to go down on Diamond Tiara.”
“WHAT?!” Silver’s eyes widened at the sight of her friend, who broke eye contact and rubbed her arm bashfully.
“W-well, that’s the decision they made,” Diamond Tiara spoke up, “so stop looking at me like that!”
“I told you not to let them do anything weird!”
“Look, you want your clothes on, don’t you? Let’s just get this over with.”
They both froze, waiting several moments before Diamond Tiara timidly unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her legs. Snails then promptly grabbed his chair and slid it over for Diamond Tiara to sit on, which she used to lean back on while she tugged her pink and white panties off of her legs, flinging them to the floor.
Silver Spoon cringed. “D-do we seriously have to do this?”
Diamond Tiara blushed and broke eye contact again. “W-well, this is what they decided on. Now the sooner you make me cum, the sooner we can go back to work.”
Diamond Tiara then spread her legs, revealing her slit to her friend, who shuddered with nervousness. As she weighed the pros and cons of each option in her mind, she concluded that it would probably be better for her to take the time to perform oral sex on her friend than it would be to have her breasts exposed through her thin white shirt all day. Swallowing audibly, she got back onto her hands and knees and crawled her way over to Diamond Tiara, her face growing closer to the separation between her thighs.
Everyone in the room scooted to the edge of their seats in anticipation, including Diamond Tiara, whose chest was already visibly rising with heated breath. Silver Spoon finally reached a tongue’s distance between them, trying to muster the courage to make contact with her mouth while her breath gently caressed her friend’s opening.
Finally, Silver Spoon’s mouth opened enough for her tongue to quickly lick between the folds covering her orifice, making her involuntarily sigh in pleasure.
“Don’t do that!” Silver snapped. “This is already embarrassing enough as it is!”
“Shut up and go down on me,” the other replied, grabbing Silver Spoon’s ponytail and pressing her entire mouth onto her lower lips. Another large, audible breath escaped her lips as her back arched at the touch of Silver’s mouth brushing against her sensitive areas. “Mmmm what are you waiting for? Put your tongue in!”
Silver squeezed her eyes shut and obliged, running her tongue up and down her labia while gently teasing the area where her clitoris was shielded beneath. Diamond Tiara then moved her fingers down to part her southern lips, making the perfect path for Silver Spoon to explore her moistening vagina. Rather than wasting any more time, the silver-haired girl quickly went to lapping up all the lubricants spilling out her opening, running her tongue in circles around her inner walls. She then placed her hands on the inner sides of Diamond Tiara’s legs, spreading her legs wider for her to press her tongue deeper inside.
This isn't weird, Silver Spoon thought to herself. I’m just trying to make another girl cum all over my face. Totally not weird, right? She then drifted her eyes up to Diamond Tiara, who was fondling herself passionately while Silver Spoon worked her below. OK. This is weird. EW!
The silver-haired girl had to push back her gag reflex in order to keep going, moving her tongue as violently as she could to bring Diamond Tiara closer and closer to orgasm. To Silver Spoon’s relief, her friend was helping by running her hand back and forth against her clit.
“How close are you?”
“I’m getting there,” her friend replied, more in breath than in voice.
Silver Spoon then attacked her inner walls with her tongue, trying to push Diamond Tiara over the edge as fast as possible, and if Diamond’s moans were to be any indicator, she was getting very close. Pushing her legs further apart, she dove her face in deeper as Diamond’s dripping faucet gradually turned into a waterfall of arousal. Her legs were beginning to shake. Her eyes were squeezing tight. Her moans were suddenly transforming into pleasurable shrieks.
Finally, Silver Spoon made the final blow across Diamond Tiara’s walls as the flood gates opened, sensing a cascade of her liquid pleasure trailing into Silver Spoon’s mouth. Diamond's back arched further, holding onto the base of the chair for dear life as her body shook madly in ecstasy. Every hole in the pink-haired girl’s body was contracting as tight as it could, filling her brain with an unbearable sensation that she never wanted to stop.
To the benefit of Silver Spoon, however, after a few magical seconds, the feeling did stop, leaving Diamond Tiara to rest quietly in her chair.
“There,” the girl on her knees said, spitting the remaining cum from her mouth as she got back to her feet. “You perverts got what you wanted. Now can I have my bra back now?” All eyes shifted between Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, but none of them spoke. “Well? Where is it?!”
“Actually,” Diamond said, trying to compose herself, but failing in the physical aspect of it, “your bra has been here the entire time.”
“WHAT?!”
“It’s in my briefcase.”
Silver Spoon froze in place, giving the rest of the room a few more seconds to enjoy her bare breasts before she quickly charged over to Diamond Tiara’s briefcase, and sure enough, it was there the whole time. Silver Spoon quickly grabbed her bra, threw it at Diamond Tiara’s face and shouted, “You stupid bitch! Why didn't you tell me you had it?!”
“Duh. Then you wouldn't have gone down on me.”
The girl who was naked from waist up could do nothing but stare in disbelief at the girl who was naked from waist down. Like normal, nobody in the room dared to speak for fear of unleashing Silver Spoon’s wrath, but to everyone’s surprise, the silver-haired girl took in a deep breath, refocused her glasses and turned her attention back to everyone sitting at the conference table.
“Now,” she said, “let’s go back to the Greenrich account. I believe that we can get them to reinvest if we were to take matters in a different direction. Instead of simple cold calls, we can convince them that the stocks are at an all-time low and…”
