Secret Pumpkin XXX edition

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Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. You belong to me. Do you? You do if you say the following, “I [your sissy name] am owned by Mistress Dyvia.

Rule #2 This is a Halloween story, costumes are required. I want to know what they are. The more feminine the better. If you can be a bimbo, be a bimbo.

Rule #3. Whatever is between your legs should be hard or wet. Bonus points if both hard and wet…

Rule #4. There are two versions of this story, the regular, and the XXX version. If you have the patience or drive to read both versions, let me know which one you prefer.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Secret Pumpkin

By: Mistress Dyvia

In retrospect, the secret pumpkin event was probably not the smartest idea. Who knows, people could have gotten into a lot of trouble. And it all started with a simple email that everyone in the office got.

I was admittedly, in a bit of a mood before the announcement. I had asked the boss for a raise, and got that typical response that raises were currently frozen as there just wasn't money in the budget… and then the email came:

'This year we are doing a secret pumpkin event. For those who don't know what this is, It's like a secret Santa. Everyone will be assigned a number, and on Friday after the team meeting, anyone who decides to participate will receive a costume to wear for the rest of the day, and for the Halloween party on Sunday. Everyone who participates will be expected to bring in a costume for someone else.' There were more details, but essentially if we wanted our Christmas bonuses in December, we had to be there… it was at a hall rented by the company and the drive was an hour away, open bar, and fully catered… no money in the budget, my ass. 

There were other rules and such, but essentially came down to if you got a costume, you had to wear it. Surprisingly, everyone in the office agreed. Even the boss, who usually had no interest in such things. Sometimes he was mean, and very distant from the rest of us.

This sort of made me angrier as well since we have money for a mandatory Halloween party on one of our days off, but apparently we had money to rent a hall and cater it. 

Then a random email got sent out to everybody but the boss. 'The boss has been assigned number 25 (the last person to pick). Nobody else should take the big orange box. Leave that for him.'

Somehow nobody told the boss about this email. And Friday came, we had our meeting and afterwards almost everyone sat in a big circle where there was a pile of boxes including a big orange box. And it really was big. One at a time a person's number was called, and then they would go up and pick up a box. The very first person to pick it up opened it and found a sword, an eye patch, and a pirate's hat. Most of the costumes are either accessories for a costume, or baggy enough that a one size fits all would actually apply to just about everybody. It was really impressive how well everyone did picking out costumes for someone they didn't know.

We all had our costumes picked, and there was only one left to go, the boss and the big orange package. He was in his office typing away, he didn't even participate in the main event, but they called number 25 and it had his name on it. So somebody knocked on his door and told him that it was his turn. He came out as if it was something that was a bit of a burden… despite the fact this whole event came from him… but he took it with stride and walked up and was very surprised to see that the biggest box was left behind for him. He opened it up and his face contorted in a strange way. "What is this?"

We all got up together and looked inside the box. Inside was an extremely elaborate costume, at least when compared to everybody else. He picked it up, it is a skin tone, bodysuit that was skin tight. But it had built in hip pads, breasts, and even a face. It was one of those hyper realistic bodysuits, one that was intended to make him look like a woman. Everyone looked back inside the box, and on top of that it was a red dress, a pair of heels, and a wig.

His face quickly turned red as he was realizing that someone had intended to make him look like a bimbo. He immediately announced that he couldn't wear that, and that was a bunch of BS. Whoever had picked out that costume was way out of line. And if this event was going to go through, they would have to pick a new costume for him. And they had until after lunch time to do so.

Surprisingly, everyone turned on him, almost everyone in the room had something to say about holding him to his own standards. That if it was somebody else he would have encouraged them to do so. He would have made it easy for anyone to back down. So well the rest of us were pretty much dressed in these half-assed costumes, ones that we probably would have had to add more to for the Halloween party, the boss in a huff just picked up the box and walked into his office. 

There was a collective chuckle. A little gossip happened, and we were all enjoying the atmosphere, and then of course the boss opened his door and yelled out, "we still have a job to do, get back to work!"

We all laughed, and got back to work and carried on what we were supposed to be doing.

Shortly after lunch, the boss' door made a sound of unlocking before it opened and everyone gasped. Out came a woman with blonde hair, well done makeup, very large tits, wearing a tight red dress with stockings and heels. And a little choker around her neck saying 'Bambi.'

Somebody spent a lot of money on that costume, and she looked just like a woman, her face completely indistinguishable from a real woman's.

Everyone had come to a complete stop and just looked at her. She spoke, "what? None of you have ever seen a woman in the office before?" But her voice was so high, it was a woman's voice, not a guy with a falsetto.

Someone called her out on it, "Oh my gosh, your voice, how are you that good it sounded like a woman?"

"There's some device in the throat. It modulates my real voice and it makes me sound like this. Oddly high-tech." 

Suddenly her eyes narrowed, and those well made up, mascara coated eyelashes turned and looked at me, and she started to walk over to me. "Was this your idea? You're IT, you know technology."

That caught me off guard, I was surprised by the insinuation, "sorry sir…" a wide grin pulled over my face, "I mean 'miss,' I don't know anything about that. I didn't even know you could buy something like that."

She let out a sigh, "very well, I suppose it was a secret pumpkin, even if you did do it you probably wouldn't tell me." Truthfully, he wasn’t wrong.

The conversation faded pretty quickly, and Bambi started walking away. It was at that point that I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I grabbed my purse and walked towards that direction realizing that Bambi was walking ahead of me. She was just about to enter the men's room, when a ninja in costume pointed out that she should be using the ladies room. 

My eyes went wide. I had no idea how she was going to react to that. I didn't think the ninja was going to fight the point, but he teased her. And she just put her head down and walked into the ladies room, I don't think anyone was ready for that. Not even her.

I walked into the ladies room a minute later, and noticed the red high heels of Bambi underneath one of the stalls. She was facing the toilet, and I heard some muttering. She didn't know what to do. Finally she turned around, and I saw a pair of red lacy panties dropped around her ankles, even though I wasn't sure why she let them go all the way down to her ankles, she didn't really need to go past her knees. But I did notice for the first time that her heels had little padlocks. And as far as I can tell by the motion of her ankles she sat down, and was doing her business. I guessed it really was hyper realistic. 

I sat down in the stall next to her, and did my business. She seemed to be struggling. We both left our stalls at the same time. She washed her hands, and holy shit she had long nails on those hands.

I decided it was my turn to do a little bit of teasing. "I'm really impressed at how well you walk in those heels, you walk better in those skyscrapers than I would. How did you pull that off?"

She met my gaze in the mirror, "there is some computer chip in the forehead, as far as the instructions go, it makes it so that I know how to do the things I'm supposed to. Walking is actually pretty easy, and yes I'm just as surprised as you."

"What else does it let you do?" I asked.

She looked at me, "the makeup on this costume is real makeup, not painted on." but in a tone that suggested she was annoyed at how good she was. 

My mouth just about dropped, and she grabbed her purse and walked away. I was shocked. 

The day carried on, and it was so odd, when she was in her office, she was focused like 'he' always was, but the moment she stepped outside the office, the bimbo persona took a hold. 

It was about fifteen minutes before it was time to punch out when she came to the door, and asked if anyone had seen the keys for the high heels… nothing.

About five minutes after that, an email came from his desk to everyone… 'whoever did the prank, very funny, but I need the keys to the high heels, or I can't get the costume off. So, as to keep the secret pumpkin anonymous, I'm asking everyone to bring an empty manila envelope to my office before you leave, and whoever provided this costume, please leave the key in yours, thank you.'

I left my envelope and so did everyone else. A few of us were chatting in the parking lot before going home, and suddenly there was Bambi walking out in a huff. Apparently no one left him keys for the high heels… it made me wonder if he would be stuck like that for the weekend, or if he would use tools at home to get them off… 

It would be two days before we found out the answer. Bambi-Boss showed up at noon to our Halloween party. She had a new dress, but the same heels. The new dress was a bit sluttier than the one she had Friday. 

Bambi was also much friendlier to everyone. At one point she was seen leaving the party with the head of HR, Mr. Thompkins. That made some gossip, were they having sex? And the like, but everyone knew that Bambi was into women, so not likely… Did I check the CCTV? Well it wasn't our facility, so you'd have to be really good to hack into that system… ha ha, well maybe I know… I can't say for sure where he was actually getting reamed for an inappropriate costume or not. 

Okay fine, so there was no volume, but I could see body language, and could only guess at what they said… so here's my best guess at what was said and done. So Thompkins walked in first, pointed to a seat, "sit down, I'm talking, you are listening."

Bambi sat down nervously. And Thompkins was laying into him pretty thickly. I'm guessing it was something to the effect of, "this is grossly inappropriate! We have a professional stake in all of this. You don't just come in as a wildly caricature of a stereotype and get to think that that's fine. You don't get to make fun of women, who knows if we have any transgender women who would find this extremely offensive. And I hope for your sake that there isn't anyone that looks remotely like that in the office, especially someone that could just come in and could say that you were making fun of them by doing this… Seriously, what the fuck? What was going through your head when you put that on?"

Of course Bambi seemed extremely nervous, and probably said something to the effect of, "I didn't pick it out sir, it was part of the secret pumpkin that everybody participated in." As if that would be an acceptable response.

"Then you should have said no… Look, it is fucking easy, ‘No!’ ‘Not happening’ ‘try again!’ see, it is very easy." He looked up to the ceiling as if looking for an answer from above, "that's the point when you should have grabbed everyone in the office, let everyone know that costumes like that are inappropriate, keep it simple. Like every fucking other person in the God damn office did. A pirate hat is fine, a ninja mask? Sure, why not? A bimbo costume is not." I’m sure there was something about getting one goddamn sexual harassment complaint he would be on his ass in the parking lot in sixty seconds. Also as the head of HR I doubt he dropped that many F-bombs, but it makes the story better.

He turned around, put his head down, shook it, and that is when I'm pretty sure he asked about the emails. Anything to ask about something. 

I'm pretty sure that it was a trigger for the chip in the head. That one that was making sure that he knew how to walk in high heels and do his makeup. Because as soon as he said one specific word or maybe the end of a phrase? I couldn’t tell, but… Bambi stiffened. Her breathing intensified, and Thompkins looked down with curiosity. She started breathing heavily, she looked up at Thompkins, bit lower lip, and started feeling her breasts. She was rubbing them and pushing them together as if desperate to have some sensation there. She pulled down the top of her dress exposing her tits to him. 

He clearly wasn't expecting that. He just sat there in silence and shock. But Bambi wasn't even remotely done. She confidently just walked right up to him with her giant titties exposed. One hand reluctantly withdrew from one of her breasts, and moved down to Thompkins’ crotch. He was shocked, he even stepped back to find a wall behind him. And she stroked him through his pants. A tent popped up very quickly. 

Bambi, for her part, had a smile that I can only imagine she was giggling the whole time. She stepped back once he was at full attention. And she started dancing. I don't know if she was dancing to the music that was playing in the other room, or just something in her head. But she was showing off every curve, and slowly pulling off her dress. I will say this, her breasts were huge even without anything like a bra or a dress to increase that cleavage. And once the dress was on the floor, she turned around and stepped backwards towards him, and shook her ass against his tented pants. She took his hands and pulled them around her breasts. He squeezed as her hands moved over their heads and swayed to some rhythm. He Never stopped squeezing them and feeling them while in that position.

She closed her eyes and tilted the back of her head against his shoulder. It was like she was delighting in the way he was treating her… like such a fucking bimbo slut. She may as well have been a stripper giving him a private dance. She never made an attempt to kiss him or anything intimate, this was all about the sexual energy that she was feeling and giving. She finally turned around to face him, and grabbed his tie. She pulled him and he followed as she put him in the very same chair that she was sitting in when he was yelling at her.

She used her right knee to slide between his and force them open so she could drop to her knees in front of him. She undid his belt, his button and his zipper. Suddenly his tent was even more noticeable as it was protruding obscenely through his pants’ crotch by a contrasting color of his underwear. She reached forward and stroked it. Her eyes seemed to go wide and her lips made an 'o' shape as if to say, "ooooooh, wow!" 

She did not stroke it for long, as if just trying to get it back to full attention, or just make sure she had his undivided attention. She did. 

She pulled down his pants, and threw them to the corner of the room. I was expecting her to start wrapping her lips around his cock, but she didn't. Instead, she wrapped her giant tits around his cock. She had this dumb, vapid, horny smile on her face as she held eye contact with him and squeezed her tits with her hands and moved her chest up and down.?

She was giving him a boob job, and she did it like she had done it everyday of her life. She was clearly an expert at this. You could see parts of his body were staggering, trembling under her touch. She seemed happy, giggling occasionally looking down and smiling wider at that member coming up near her face. And then returning her eyes to his. She bit her lower lip once again in lust. 

He desperately and quietly screamed out, "I'm about to cum!" At least I'm pretty sure that's what he said, I'm pretty sure that despite how excited and animated he was, since nobody actually heard him from the party outside to my knowledge, he couldn't have been that loud… 

But Bambi was quick and let go. And Thompkins did not cum. Instead he was just staring at her with lust himself. She got up and sat on one of his legs, straddling him, rubbing her pussy on his pant leg. I guess it was lucky it was a costume, otherwise I’m sure his pant leg would have been soaking wet. He started playing with her tits again, she started nibbling on her lips as if there was nothing more pleasurable in the world. And she stayed like this for about a minute, and then used her hand to start jerking him off and she asked him something. I'd like to think it was something like, "do you want me to jerk you off? Or do you want me to use my lips to make you cum?"

Thompkins simply nodded his head and muttered something, to make this hotter, I’m totally saying that he said, "get those bimbo lips around my cock you hot and sexy bimbo slut!" Even if he only opened his mouth long enough to say two or three words. 

She got off his leg, and pulled him up to his feet. She again took a hold of his tie and walked into the wall and thrust him against it. And then she dropped to her knees, and looked up at him until he nodded. 

She started one agonizingly slow lick that started from Thompkins' ball sack and slowly went to his head where she did a double lick right at the back of it. And then she moved herself back down to his ball sack and did another slow lick slightly along the side and curved up and back to his head again, giving that same double lick. She repeated this several times until his head tipped back as if he couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling… or enduring without cumming?

She wrapped her lips around his head but she looked up. She made no moves with her lips for about a minute, just held it there. I have no doubt that she was using her tongue to slowly tease and tantalize his cock head. Thompson didn't even know what to do with his hands. 

Then Bambi's lips started moving slowly down the shaft. I didn't think there was enough room for her mouth to take all of that, but she didn't even slow down until her chin was at his balls. And then looking back up at him she pulled back until his cock was dangling in front of her mouth. I'd like to think she looked up in his eyes and asked, "did you like that? Do you want some more?" 

He didn't even answer verbally this time, he just nodded his head. Eagerly, Bambi grabbed his ass with her hands and slowly started moving her lips down his cock again. She left a red smear on his cock that got darker with every descent of her lips.

She continued like this for several minutes, before she finally took his hands and wrapped them around her head. She said something, I think she was encouraging him to take control. He did. 

At first, he simply guided him off at the speed he wanted, her cheeks were sucked in so I can only imagine how intensely she was blowing him. But then, it changed… It got the point where he just held her head in place, and started thrusting his cock down deep into her throat. Faster harder; an escalating crescendo of a rhythm that begged for release… demanded release. 

He then announced, "I'm cumming!" 

She just pulled her hands from behind her back and grabbed his hips and pushed him back slightly and started using her hands to jerk him off. And he started spraying load after load of white, hot, steamy, and of course creamy jizz all over her face and chest, and when he started to slow down, she moved in closer even when there were only dribbles dripping down from his cock. He looked at her with stunned fascination. 

Bambi started playing with the jizz on her chest with her left hand while her right hand started stimulating her pussy. She was rubbing it around her face and chest, forcing the cum into her mouth aggressively as well as seductively while closing her eyes and apparently making some erotic sounds. Thompkins just watched in morbid fascination as Bambi couldn't get enough of playing with his cum until that salacious act and the accompanied masturbation finally made her cum, and the white fluid that dripped out of her pussy was scooped up by right hand and put in her mouth. She closed her eyes and delighted as she swallowed. 

Then she got up and walked to her purse, she pulled out a pack of wet wipes, and offered him a couple and used a lot on herself as she wiped down her entire face, her chest, her hands, her vagina, and any other place that she might have got some cum on… or in.

They cleaned in silence, and then got dressed again in silence. And once they're both fully dressed, Thompkins left the room… and Bambi started touching up her hair and makeup… and by touching up, I mean she had to pretty much had to do it all from scratch.  And yes, she actually was that good at doing hair and makeup.

But regardless, Thompkins came back to the office first, did his normal rounds of greeting everyone, he did not stay long...

A little while later the president-slash-CEO and the VP showed up. Made a b-line for Bambi, took her to a backroom, and they were gone for another half hour. As you can imagine, the rumor mill went wild again, of course bambi had sex with those two as well. I mean if anyone with half a brain looked at it, they would have assumed that Bambi was getting her head ripped off for wearing such an inappropriate costume to such a public function. But no, everyone just had to say that there was something sexual between the three of them. 

Yes, of course I know what happened, I had access to the CCTV feed once I hacked their Network through their Wi-Fi. No, I'm not going to tell you. 

Okay, if I told you about the first time, I can tell you about the second. But the first thing to understand is that the CEO and the VP are in fact, a wife and husband team. The wife Melissa Roanoke was the founder, her husband started out as her assistant and he worked his way into the VP position by the time the company incorporated. As far as I know, they have no children.

Fuck. I always assumed they had a sexless marriage until I saw this clip and everything in my mind about them had been subverted. They probably have some strange home life with some odd power-play dynamics. Or maybe they’re swingers? I don’t know…  I just know they are freaks!

They dragged Bambi back into that same office that Mr. Thompkins fucked her less than an hour earlier. Who knows, the furniture might have still been warm.

They took turns verbally laying into her. Probably about the inappropriate nature of her slutty bimbo getup. I assume it was largely a rehash of everything Thompkins had said, but they were taking turns, when one needed to take a breath, the other would step forward using a hand to pull the other back.

This went on for more than a few minutes. When Mrs. Roanoke went to the corner and looked at her cell phone. She was scrolling while Mr. Roanoke was still laying into Bambi.

Melissa stopped it… uh… that's Mrs. Roanoke, and called her husband Robert over. The two of them seemed to be looking at something, and Robert shook his head, and said something that was probably. "That's not a good idea." 

Their heads were pressed together and they seemed to be having a hushed argument, Bambi just looked on in confusion. Then Melissa looked at her and said something… immediately Bambi’s posture went rigid, just like before, she started playing with her titties, acting like a porn star in heat. 

Bambi rose to her feet, any sign of her nervousness was gone and she walked towards Melissa Roanoke with lust spilling out of her expression. She took Melissa's hand and pulled them up to her tits. Melissa looked a little confused at first, but started to rub Bambi's chest with morbid fascination. Bambi's default move, to bite her lower lip was very blatant. But then to Melissa's surprise, Bambi started to return the favor, by fondling Melissa's breasts.

Robert stood to the side, just watching in disbelief as his wife and the employee that they were just verbally ripping apart moments ago, were now pawing at each other's breasts. Clearly, he was more turned on than he believed he should have been, he made absolutely no attempt to stop them or even to slow them down.? 

Bambi made the first move as she opened up Melissa's jacket and started to unbutton her blouse. She pulled the cup of her bra down as she started to lick her nipple. This time it was Melissa's turn to bite her lower lip, undoubtedly she knew how to tease the areola better than Melissa was used to. Bambi reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing Melissa's breasts. One nipple under the assaults of Bambi’s very devilish tongue, while the other was cupped gently with one hand while her index finger and thumb were pebbling the other.

Robert made a comment at one point as he grabbed his crotch. Melissa smirked at him, but Bambi was completely disinterested in whatever he had to say. However that's when Robert decided that he definitely wanted some attention as well. He got closer to the two women, and whispered something into Bambi's ear.

It practically broke Bambi's brain. She was looking at them both with lust, an overwhelming and very primal need to pleasure and to be pleasured. One of her hands moved forward, she started stroking at Robert's crotch while her other continued to play with Robert's wife's breasts. 

The teasing continued for several minutes as their hands moved up and down over one another's bodies. Husband and wife knew each other well, but Bambi knew everybody's bodies very well. When the teasing reached a peak, clothes started coming off. 

Both Robert and Melissa were very intrigued by the hyper realistic suit that Bambi wore. Their hands moved over the bimbo's body, and as much as Bambi seemed to enjoy the touching, to me it was clear that they were trying to figure out where she ended and their employee began. It wasn't something that they found easily. And in fact Bambi's bimbo charisma brought them both back to the focus on pleasure.

Robert pulled Bambi back, his hand teasing her tits. It was a look on his face as if he didn't know if it would actually affect her or not. It did. Bambi was reveling in the sensations, her nipples clearly did have sensations and while Robert did that, Melissa's hands were buried in Bambi's snatch… rubbing and teasing Bambi into a sexual fever. There was no indication that a penis was getting hard anywhere below the faux-skin, but there was fluid dripping from the hyper-realistic pussy. Regardless, Bambi was loving every sensation pulsing in and out of her.

Melissa maneuvered herself back to the couch, and spread her legs wide while Bambi was distracted by Robert. The horny CEO, who was not used to having to say things twice, snapped her fingers… twice… to get Bambi's attention, and as soon as Bambi's eyes met Melissa's, she was given a 'come hither' gesture with a single finger. Bambi complied, coming closer to Melissa's hand, and Melissa rubbed her hand along Bambi's cheek and further along past her ear until she got a grip on the dumb bimbo’s hair and pulled Bambi down to her own slickened pussy. Bambi started lapping at it like a cat with a milk bowl, or maybe just a well experienced porn star… Melissa's back arched issues clearly enjoying the sensations given by Bambi’s eagerness. 

It didn't take long before Robert came up behind Bambi, rubbing himself nice and slow until he was pleasantly hard… Waiting for the right moment, he started sliding his cock into Bambi's pussy. I was honestly and legit curious if that pussy was even penetrable, apparently it was. At the least I'm pretty sure that wasn't Bambi's ass he was fucking, but I'll let you decide, I can't be 100% certain one way or the other. 

There they were, an HR departments worst nightmare as the CEO and VP had a blond woman between them, and who knows what kind of liability. One thing that was definitely certain, was that Melissa came first. Her body shuddered as Bambi's tongue did not relent. And then Robert continued to fuck Bambi, her tits bouncing back and forth with each thrust… Then, just when it seemed as if Robert was getting close, Melissa stopped him. He unsheathed himself from Bambi's nethers.

Melissa gestured for Robert to sit on the couch. He did. Melissa took the back of Bambi's head and guided it right down onto her husband's cock. Her head moving up and down as guided by his wife's hand, the speed and intensity was not up to Bambi at all, nor was it up to Robert, it was up to Melissa. And she kept moving her hand, and thus Bambi's head, faster and faster.

She kept saying something to Robert, I honestly think she was telling him not to come yet, but eventually it was clear to both of them that he wasn't going to hold himself back much longer no matter what he did… or the thoughts he tried to think.

There was an expression on Robert's face that Melissa recognized very well. And she pushed Bambi's face down one last time but not all the way down. Melissa held the back of Bambi's head with one hand, arching the bimbo’s head and neck in a specific position, the other hand started jerking her husband's cock off and then at the last second, there was a thrust and Bambi's eyes rolled into the back of her head… as she experienced her first angry dragon. Robert’s cum burst forth from Bambi's virgin nose.

Melissa seemed to delight in it, laughing at the unprepared bimbo while jerking her husband off more and more to milk him for every drop he had. And when there was nothing left, Melissa grabbed the come snots and force-fed them into Bambi's willing mouth. I think that would have been the only disappointment in Melissa's eyes, she wanted to see resistance or humiliation in Bambi's face, but there was none. The bimbo was proud of her slutty accomplishments.

Just like with Thompkins, the three spent some time cleaning themselves up, Mr. and Mrs. Roanoke leaving first to mingle with the workers. Bambi spent a lot more time fixing up her makeup and hair before she was ready to go back out.

When she finally came out, she carried herself as much of a professional as she could given the bimbo personality mod that was clearly installed in the costume. She giggled at everything, every time she walked by a mirror she was of course just touching something up. Everyone actually enjoyed hanging around the boss for once.

We all went out to the parking lot together as the party ended. There was an envelope under Bambi's windshield wiper. We all stopped to watch, and when she opened it there was a set of keys. I think we all knew it once with the keys that belonged to her high heels. Once those were unlocked the user could take off the rest of the costume. 

The next day I scheduled a meeting with the boss. It was a little after break, but definitely before lunch. I knocked on his door, and I entered when he invited me in. I took a seat, holding a little folder in my hands. 

He asked what he could do for me, and I told him that I wanted a raise, and so did everybody else in the department. Of course we had this conversation that we had the week before, so I got the same excuse that there just wasn't any money in the budget. He even seemed aggravated that I brought it up again so soon.

I handed him the first piece of paper, it was actually a copy of his contract, it's not that there wasn't enough money in the department, but his bonus and salary was determined by how much money he was able to save his department. By not giving bonuses and not increasing wages he was lining his own pockets. 

He asked how I got that. I reminded him that I was the IT person as he so pointed out in front of everyone the previous Friday. After all, he was the one who pointed that out and even made an accusation that I was behind the costume. I was not. But I knew how to find just about anything that was on the networks, and everyone else is going to see how he made his money as well. So granted he was kind enough to give us all bonuses for showing up at the Halloween party, but it wasn't going to be a minimal bonus. And in January we were all going to get 20% increases to our annual salary. 

As you might imagine he was furious. He went off on a rant about how his private information was his and not supposed to be available to the average employee. How it was a violation of my contract… how I could be fired for it.

I simply put up a hand, I slid him another sheet of paper from my envelope. The one that showed the hyper-realistic bodysuit that showed up for his secret pumpkin. And how it was paid for with his own company credit card. How the email that warned everyone not to pick The Orange box came from his office computer. A timestamp of a security video showing he was the only person in the office when that email was sent. 

He stared at the document and the picture in silence. And then I started to talk, I told him I hated the idea of outing a person. But he was being a total asshole for his own self gain. That the money that could have been used to give us all raises and bonuses was spent on a Halloween party and the majority of it on his Halloween costume. One that should have been humiliating to anyone, but he wanted to wear himself. And given the extravagant cost of said costume, I'm pretty sure that HR wasn't going to just fire me if they had anything to say about me looking up his file. But he would be in trouble for embezzlement or fraud for what he used those funds for…  Basically I triple-dog dared him to go to HR.

And then I offered the Olive Branch. I said I could make sure that there was a reason he needed to wear that costume going forward from time to time.

I could tell he was still seething as I got up with a smile and left his office. There never was a complaint to HR. At Christmas time everyone received a bonus that was 50% more than they expected. And in January, everyone received raises that were fantastic. Including myself.

Happy Halloween! (The End)

You know me, I want to hear from you. Tell me your thoughts, musings, and more… What did this story mean to you, were you entertained? Do you wish you could do that to your boss? Do you wish you had one of those costumes?

So did you read both versions of the story? If you did, did the sex add to the story or take away from it? And finally, one of my patrons at Patreon suggested a conspiracy.  Maybe it wasn’t actually the boss who did this?  Could it have been the Roanokes?  Thompkins? Or both?  Or maybe even the narrator who told the story trying to make herself so innocent?  Or…  Is the story just as it was presented? Maybe you have a better conspiracy theory?\

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