Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 02

Poking his head out of the restroom, he saw that Stacy was still on the floor, now posed on the carpet, watching him as he emerged, still covered with cum, one breast stacked on top of the other as she rested on her side. She smirked and waved at him.

"Goodnight, lover..." she said smugly. "See you soon."

Shaking his head, he looked away from her and finally pulled open the door and marched out of her office. Keeping his head down, he noted that the party was pretty much over, with most everyone gone. He hoped none of them knew what they'd done, but... they'd been really loud. Some of them knew, no doubt. They had to. Fuck... another thing he'd have to deal with.

Marching over to Kendall's office, he pushed open the door, looked into the darkened room, and found his wife's groggy form resting on the couch, sleeping on her side. Ryan's mind went to the sight he'd seen of Stacy in a somewhat similar position moments prior. Shaking that thought clear, he stepped into the office.

"Hon..." he croaked out, shaking her awake.

"Whuh..." she groaned, stirring awake.

"Hon, we need to go," he stated firmly. Her eyes opened, still looking groggy and drunk.

"Are we not home?" she asked.

"No... we're still at the office," he admitted.

Eventually getting her to her feet, he put her arm around his shoulder so he could support her as they walked out together. It was only as they began walking back across the office to the elevator that Ryan noticed one person still at the party, watching them.

Kendall.

Sitting on a desk near the center of the room, she'd clearly been watching him the whole time, waiting for him to notice. Sitting on the desk, eating a few leftover olives from her empty martini glass, she looked up at him as he emerged. He gave her a pained glance, as if asking 'what now?' He wondered if she knew, and when her face lit up with a confident, knowing grin, he knew without a doubt that she definitely knew exactly what had happened here tonight.

"Have a good night!" she called out, a little too cheerily, giving the couple a little wave. Ryan shook his head and looked away, marching his wife out of the office, and into the elevator, finally getting the hell out of here for good.

It was only once he was fully gone that Kendall finally moved. Standing up, having been waiting long enough that she'd mostly sobered up, she stepped towards Stacy's office, curious to see what she'd find. Wanting to see the damage. But what she saw was beyond what she'd expected.

Splayed out on the floor, now resting on her back, Stacy had never looked more like the whore she was. Her hair a mess, her tits and face painted with cum, a bead of thick semen oozing from her pussy, the Asian woman was a wreck. Lifting her head to see Kendall, Stacy smiled at her.

"Have a good time?" Kendall asked. Stacy laughed groggily.

"Yeah... it was fucking amazing..." the boss lady sighed, head rolling back.

"I can see that," Kendall replied. "Heard it too..."

"What?" Stacy asked.

"Nothing," her subordinate replied. "You know, I really shouldn't have to see my own boss covered with some dude's cum."

"You should have seen that fucking dude in action," Stacy replied. Kendall looked away at this.

"How big was he?" Kendall inquired.

"Like..." she began, her head rising, searching for an appropriate response. "Like my arm! I swear! Fuck! It had to be 10 inches!"

"Wow..." Kendall sighed, genuinely impressed. "When you get your stuff together, you know I want to hear everything!" Kendall effused. Stacy nodded and let her head fall back.

"Alright, it's pretty late. Let's get you cleaned up," Kendall said, shifting into friend mode. Helping her boss to her feet, Kendall spent the next few minutes cleaning up her friend, getting her to a place where it wasn't so obvious she'd just gotten her brains fucked out. She even carefully kept Stacy's red dress clear of the mess, not wanting anything to happen to such an amazing garment. And it was far too uncomfortable for her to wear in her current state anyways. Luckily, Stacy had some spare clothing here as Kendall dressed her, pulling on some tight yoga pants, a company t-shirt, and some sneakers. Leading her sex-drunk friend out, keeping her steady as she wobbled on her two feet, she ended up balancing her boss against a wall as she moved to turn out some of the stray lights still on in the office.

In this interim, a groggy but blissed-out Stacy grabbed her phone, a wicked thought passing across her mind. Her thoughts suddenly going to the woman who'd inadvertently kicked this whole thing into motion, she couldn't help but gloat. Her fingers working fast, she shot off a text to Dr. White.

'You were SO right!'

Smiling to herself, she was surprised to see a fast reply, as if the doctor was for some reason waiting for her message. But her response dispelled that motion.

'What do you mean?' Dr. White replied. Stacy looked away for a moment before smiling and finding a reply.

'You'll find out eventually...' she teased. Looking up, she saw Kendall approaching. Pocketing her phone, she was suddenly struck by another driving physical need that had been unquenched for far too long. "Can we get something to eat? I'm fucking starving..." Stacy finally admitted. Kendall smiled, happy to hear her finally admit it.

"What, was his cum not enough?" Kendall asked snarkily.

"Well, clearly, I didn't swallow a whole lot of it," Stacy replied. Kendall grinned.

"Fine. We can get some burgers," Kendall said, almost feeling like Stacy's mom. "I'm sure the drive-thru is still open." Stacy smiled at this.

"Thank you, Kendall!" she replied somewhat sarcastically, her too feeling the same weird dynamic between them and mocking.

"Can I at least drive your car?" Kendall asked, looking to take advantage of her friend's current state and get a little something for herself.

"Not a goddamn chance!" Stacy replied. Kendall smirked.

"It was worth a shot," Kendall said, shrugging as the two friends reached the entrance of the office.

Kendall flicked the light switch off, and locked the main door to the office. And as the elevator doors closed with them inside, the very eventful Harper Finance Christmas party finally ended.

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