Every February, we celebrate the shortest month of the year with the shortest stories allowed on Literotica. The 750 Word challenge is an annual writer's challenge to write the most complete story you can create using exactly 750 words. This is also part of EmilyMiller's sub-challenge, to write a story based on a photo she provided. I chose the business meeting.

This story is part of the 750 Word Challenge. Below this line are exactly 750 words.

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Bret sat down in the meeting, and all eyes turned toward him. As head of IT, Bret was notorious for skipping meetings. They bored him to tears, and all they ever did was ask him for new equipment. New cell phones, new laptops, new printers, more storage space, faster Wi-Fi. Never once do they apologize for their idiots introducing viruses, malware, and porn on his pristine network.

Normally, Bret will spend this time on the treadmill or rowing machine rather than hear someone drone on about something he cares nothing about. This meeting was different. Two new officers joined the mix. Emily, an anime-cute blond pixie, and Fabienne a shapely black woman with long flowing hair, a sweet smile, and a French accent. Emily sat on Bret's right and Fabienne was to the right of her at the end of the table. When she and Bret made eye contact, it took his breath away.

Paul McMannus, VP of Operations, rose and said, "Emily, Fabienne, this isn't a new employee like you, this is Bret Faber, head of IT. He just doesn't grace our meetings as often as he should. Bret, this is Emily DeMille, who is heading up the art department, and Fabienne Leroux, who is taking over PR."

Fuck you Paul. "Thank you Paul," said Bret. He said to Emily and Fabienne, "I will admit, I don't attend this meeting religiously."

Fabienne's eyes met his, and Bret's mouth went dry. "Maybe you should come to church more often."

"Good idea," giggled Emily. Her high, tiny voice was kitten cute. She leaned forward and her blouse opened where a button was missed, giving him a view of a perfect breast, uncaressed by a hint of bra, her bright pink nipple clearly visible. "Could we see the penthouse?" she asked in her cute little girl voice.

"We would love to see the server room," said Fabienne in that breathy 'fuck me' voice that just shot love to the top of Bret's favorite word list.

"Uh, sure. After the meeting?"

The server room was on the top of the 69 story tower where the roof mounted air conditioning units could properly cool the servers. Henceforth the name Penthouse. "Are you allowed to wear sweatpants to work?" giggled Emily innocently as they took #7, the only elevator that had access to floors above 63.

"Uh, yes. It's quite chilly in the server room, so IT... people... are..." His words slowed to a stop as Fabienne wrapped herself around his arm.

"I am sure you can keep me warm. No?"

"I uh... yea."

"Goodie!" and Emily wrapped herself around his other arm.

The elevator door opened, and they entered a second security door and there they were on the 69th floor. Neither Fabienne nor Emily were interested in the server racks. "Oh! A weight bench!" Emily squeezed his arm. "I just knew you worked out!"

"We put in some very long shifts here..."

"You were right, it is chilly up here," said Fabienne in his ear.

"Very nipply!" giggled Emily.

"It's warmer in my office," said Bret, and he led them into a corner office with an incredible view of the city.

"Such a view!" gasped Fabienne. "It just makes me want to..." and she slipped her dress from her shoulders. It puddled on the floor at her feet, revealing her perfect body in its naked glory.

"My god," gasped Bret as he drank in Fabienne's naked splendor. Her round breasts, narrow waist, smooth ass and her sexy smile. As he drank in her beauty, Emily yanked down his sweatpants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.

"Ooo! Commando!" the pixie happily cried and ran a tongue up the length of his cock.

Soon they were all naked and on his couch in a tangle of arms, legs, tongues, lips. Fabienne and Emily were all over him, kissing and licking and stroking his cock, driving him out of his mind. Emily crouched over his mouth while he licked her pussy as Fabienne swallowed his cock over and over.

Emily and Bret twisted into a 69 with Emily on top, slathering her lips and tongue up and down his cock along with Fabienne's delightful mouth. They brought him to the edge time and time then Fabienne climbed over him and placed the head of his pulsing cock in the mouth of her pussy and stopped. Nobody moved. Bret whimpered in agony; he needed to cum so bad. Finally, Fabienne spoke.

"About those laptops that Paul McMannus requested..."