Binary Stars Vol 4

Performance Review

By D. Musgrave



Performance Review
D. Musgrave

Here's an excerpt from 'Performance Review'. I hope you enjoy just a taste of this story.

He wandered out of the main office and entered the shop, hoping to find some peace in the dull roar of the machines.  That didn't happen.  It was lunchtime and all the equipment was idle.  Mark sighed and wandered from machine to machine, pretending to check the status of the jobs in the shop.  He didn't want to tip his hand by not appearing to be interested in the output of the shop, especially to Lisa.

As he thumbed through a stack of papers, Mark heard a thump coming from the direction of the storage room on the mezzanine.  He set the paperwork down and moved closer to the stairs.  The thud repeated itself and he heard a muffled moan.  He wasn't completely sure, but the voice sounded like Dylan's, the shop foreman.  Concerned, Mark rushed up the steps, thinking Dylan was hurt.

At the top, he stopped, frozen in place.  Inside the tiny room was Dylan, but he wasn't hurt, and he wasn't alone.  He was leaning back against a stack of boxes with his pants around his ankles.  On her knees in front of him was Lisa with a fistful of the shop foreman's cock in her hand and a thin line of saliva connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock.

He must have made some noise, because she looked up at Mark with a wide-eyed gasp.  He saw several things in that brief moment—fear, shock, and unexpectedly, relief.  That last facet was what shocked him the most.  He stood in the doorway, staring at the woman who'd bragged incessantly about teaching Sunday school.  Now, she was simply  a woman who held a drool-covered cock in her fist, a cock that didn't belong to her husband.  Most surprising, she didn't seem mortified at him catching her. 

Dumbfounded, Mark didn't know what to do.  Finally, he turned around and walked down the stairs.  He felt as if he were in a trance.  The last thing on Earth he'd expected to see was Lisa giving the shop foreman a blowjob.  Mark went back to the office and plopped down in his chair, without looking at Bill.  There was no way he could possibly concentrate on work, not after what he'd just seen.

* * * * *
To buy this short story click here:

Performance Review



All rights reserved. Reproduction in any form is prohibited without written approval of the author.




Back to
The Published Works

Email me,
I'd appreciate your thoughts



This website is ©2000-2009 and maintained by D. Musgrave. All rights reserved