Casual Friday, Act 0: “Audition Day”

It was only about two months after Chris’ groundbreaking idea for a new kind of Casual Friday had been first introduced. All the pieces were in place — the Damage Control team had been selected and trained, all the policy changes had been made and, one by one, each of the employees had met with Management to discuss them. Unsurprisingly, very few people had a problem with the new direction that the company was taking.

The day that everyone had been waiting for — Heather, in particular — had finally arrived. In keeping with his typical clever marketing schemes, Chris had specifically planned for it to fall on the last Friday of the month. He felt, as did everyone else, that this was the best way to properly introduce what would later turn out to become the company’s most infamous and profitable tradition to date.

They had rented a modular stage setup from a local event planning company, and the Management team was sitting upon it behind those plastic tables with collapsible, metal legs that you see at every single beer garden, flea market, trade fair, etc. An outside observer might think that they were being cheap, but their rationale was that The Auditions were the main focus, and everything else was ancillary. In the spirit of the event, they had opted for business casual, but everyone else was dressed far more… comfortably.

The room had been re-arranged to accommodate the event, and several dozen chairs were lined up in rows facing the stage. Sitting across from the judge’s tables, positioned for maximum visibility, were a couch — black leather, of course — a wheeled task chair and a wooden desk, upon which sat a generous assortment of… accoutrements. Chris felt that it would be a good idea to give the participants several options in order to facilitate more… variety in the performances. In the first row of the audience, Molly, George, Randy and his wife, Linda — one of only two employee spouses present — were sitting together in a group.

“You know, I was just thinking,” George mused. “This whole setup looks… very familiar.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that we’re all thinking it, George,” Molly replied, with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Thinking what?” Randy asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?” George laughed. “Clearly, you and Linda have some… homework to do later.”

“Yeah… I suppose so.” Randy looked visibly confused.

“Hey, Chris!” George raised his voice slightly so that everyone else could hear. “I don’t suppose that you had a particular source of… inspiration when you were putting this all together?”

Chris smiled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course not,” George replied, sarcastically.

Larry turned on his microphone, and the other managers followed suit. “Alright, people, let’s settle down now — it’s time to begin. Chris, the floor is yours!”

“Thank you, sir. Alright, everyone, it is my sincere pleasure to be the one to introduce to you my latest company culture engagement strategy: A New Kind of Casual Friday!”

There was applause and cheering all around the room.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re all aware, this format will not be a typical one, going forward. We, as senior management, will only be appearing today to judge your performances. After that, we will leave you alone for all subsequent events to be as wet, wild and depraved as you want! All we ask is that you respect the terms of your non-disclosure agreement and… try not to break anything.”

He paused for a few seconds as laughter and murmuring were elicited from his last quip.

“In order to keep the proceedings fun and spontaneous today, we have elected to randomize the… playing order.” He gestured to a bingo ball blower that they had set up off to the side of the stage. Heather was standing beside it, with an enthusiasm that rivalled that of a game show host. “Your team’s numbers have already been assigned. Heather, you wanna get things started?”

“Gladly!” She proclaimed, as she flipped the power switch. The balls started tumbling around the cage, and the first one popped up soon after. “Thirteen!”

“Lucky number thirteen! How about that. Looks like our first team is going to be… Randy and Linda!”

“God damn! We’re going first?! I never go first for anything!” Randy was panicking a little bit and stage fright was setting in.

“It’ll be fine, honey!” Linda reassured him, with a hand on his shoulder. “Just focus on me, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

Linda stood up, took his hand, and led him up to the couch. She was clearly a lot more… comfortable with the idea than he was. Once he sat down, she got on his lap straight away and started kissing him. All of Randy’s inhibitions quickly melted away once his wife began to work her magic. They started to undress each other, one piece of clothing at a time. When Randy started sucking on her tits, Linda moaned louder than usual, seemingly in an attempt to make the entire room hear. It was working.

Heather was sitting in her chair, squirming around and tracing her fingers up and down her legs. She was trying to resist touching herself, attempting to maintain decorum, but it was quite challenging. She had met Linda a couple of times at company parties and had always found her attractive, but, up until this point, she had only been able to fantasize about what she looked like naked.

Jeff noticed this and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Enjoying myself! What does it look like?”

“Well, try to use a little more restraint, would you? We have a job to do here.”

“Aww… you’re no fun.”

“Oh, I’m plenty of fun, honey — my wife can attest to that.”

“Is that right? I may just have to talk to her later and… fact check you on that.”

“I’d expect nothing less. Now… can we focus, please?”

“Fine.” Heather pouted, sat up straight, crossed her legs and folded her hands over her pelvis. As soon as Jeff looked away, she started slowly rubbing herself over her skirt with her pinky fingers, which were cleverly tucked underneath, out of sight. She knew that if she brought herself to orgasm, it would be obvious to everyone, but she was going to get away with as much edging as she possibly could.

At this point, Randy and Linda were fully disrobed. He laid down on the couch and she laid on top of him in the 69 position. Molly was enjoying the show just as much as Heather was, but did not have the same restrictions on her behaviour. She had a hand down her pants and was very obviously rubbing herself, as were many of the other employees in the audience. George joined in and put his hand up her shirt, stroking his cock with the other. After all, since they were also paired up for the event, he felt obligated to be a… team player.

“Mmm… yeah, George!”

“Those nipples are nice and hard, I see.” He pinched them and she gasped.

“I hope we get to go next, papi.”

“Fuck… me too!”

Randy started really going at it, fingering and licking Linda vigorously. It didn’t take long to send her over the edge, and she collapsed onto his chest with his cock still in her mouth. After the intense pleasure had finished crashing over her, she got back on her knees, turned to face him and positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance. “Let’s give the people what they want, baby,” she murmured, smiling. As she slid down, she gasped, her eyes rolling back and her neck craning upwards.

“Mmm… ride that fucking cock!” Randy stared into his wife’s eyes with intense desire as she slowly bounced up and down on him. His hands wandered all over her — cracking her ass cheeks, squeezing her tits and finally landing on her throat. He pulled her head down and kissed her again, his hand still wrapped around her neck. His other hand moved down to her waist and, once he had a firm grip, he started picking up the pace, slamming his cock into her.

“Oh shit! Oh, my God! Fucking pound me, baby!” Linda screamed, her words echoing around the room.

“I wonder where he’s gonna cum,” Molly wondered.

“I know where I’d cum,” George replied.

“Oh yeah? Where’s that?”

“I think it’ll be more fun if I show you.”

“Oh, George! You’re such a fucking tease.”

“But you love it, don’t you?”

“I can’t deny that.”

Right before Randy was about to shoot his load, he stopped, pulling Linda close in a tight embrace, once again. “I want to fill you up so badly, babe, but I think we should add a little extra… flair here.”

“Mmm… show me.”

Randy flipped Linda over so that she was lying down in his place. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the top of the desk, squirted some onto her tits and rubbed it around.

“Ooh… we haven’t done this in a while!”

“I know — that’s partly why I chose it. Now, squeeze those milkers together for me.”

“They’re going to milk you, too, honey!”

“Did somebody say… honey?” George asked. Before anyone could respond, he leapt up and started jogging towards the lunchroom.

“What a fantastic idea!” Linda exclaimed. “Let’s hang tight until he gets back — I want to see where this goes.” She kept slowly stroking Randy’s cock, keeping him hard. With her other hand, she took his glasses off and placed them on her face, in preparation for the… grand finale.

When George returned, he tossed the bottle towards Randy, smirking proudly. “I thought you might appreciate it if I… sweetened the deal a bit.”

“How thoughtful! Thank you, George,” Linda replied. “Okay, let’s not keep these people waiting.”

“Say no more, baby!” Randy slipped his cock in between her tits and began thrusting as she pressed them together, interlacing her fingers.

“Mmm, yeah. That looks so hot!”

“Same from up here.”

“How do my tits feel?”

“So fucking good, baby!”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Mmm hmm. I’m getting real close.”

“Paint me with your seed! Drench me in it.”

“Yeah? You want a nice, big facial?”

“Yes, please! Gimme that fucking milk, daddy!”

“Here it comes. Oh shit…”

Linda squealed and giggled as Randy unloaded an absolutely massive amount of cum onto her face, neck and chest. Surprisingly, very little of it got in her hair or on the couch — one of Randy’s many talents was remarkably good aim, with a variety of different… weapons.

“Alright, I think that’s all of it, baby.” He grabbed the bottle of honey that George had tossed him earlier and started pouring it out — first, on his cock, and then on Linda. In the same order, she got to work cleaning up the sweet, salty, sticky mess that Randy had made on her, mixing everything together as she did so.

“Mmm… that’s so tasty! I can’t believe we’ve never tried this before.”

“I think we should put it into our regular rotation.”

“Absolutely!”

He squirted a bit more onto Linda’s face, spread it around, and thoroughly licked off the remaining mess. He didn’t often enjoy tasting himself, but this was a… special occasion. After he was done, they both stood up, joined hands and took a bow as the entire room erupted in thunderous applause and cheering. Without hesitation, the judges all pressed their green buttons, indicating their enthusiastic approval. The TV at the very front of the room then played the commensurate success jingle.

Chris turned his mic back on. “Well, well... looks like we’re really starting the show off with a… bang today. Nicely done, Randy! You and Linda have passed with flying colours.”

They both gave the judges a mock salute, grabbed their clothing and started walking towards The Bathrooms to get cleaned up. A couple members of the office cleaning staff walked up to sanitize the couch as the intermission music began to play.

“Okay, Heather, let’s find out who’s next!”

She turned the bingo machine back on, and another number popped up. “Five!”

“Looks like our second team today is… Frank and Bianca!”

These two were relatively minor functionaries in the office pecking order, and they had personalities to match. They started walking up towards the front of the room without much grandeur and, once they got up there, things quickly started to go downhill. Frank stubbed his toe on the corner of the desk and had to sit down for a minute to cool off. Bianca was next to him, her hands fidgeting and her eyes darting awkwardly around the room.

“I’m sorry! I wish I weren’t so clumsy.”

“It’s okay, Frank!” Bianca started rubbing his shoulders.

“Thanks, hun. That feels good.” Frank turned around and started to lift up her sweater but, out of nowhere, she yelped out in pain.

“Ow, stop! God dammit… it’s caught on my stupid nipple piercing.” Evidently, she had come to work braless.

“Maybe you should have taken them out, first.”

“But they make me feel sexy!”

Frank sighed. “Hang on.” He attempted to untangle the fabric, fumbling around for what seemed like half a minute.

When he finally got it off, he went to start undoing Bianca’s belt, but she stopped him. “I’d better do this myself.”

“Yeah… fair enough,” he muttered, as they both disrobed, quickly and unceremoniously. Moments later, they were both naked. Frank sat down on the couch, took Bianca’s hand and pulled her down to her knees. She started sucking him off, but he was not getting hard. She kept at it for a couple of minutes, but this did not help — clearly, he was quite a bit more nervous than Randy had been.

By now, all of the executives, with their arms crossed, were frowning, shaking their heads and giving each other sideways glances. Finally, Larry couldn’t take it anymore and tapped his red button. The others soon followed suit, triggering the failure jingle.

“Looks like the judges have spoken!” Chris announced. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that you two didn’t make the cut this time. Don’t worry, though, because we will be holding a second round of auditions next week where you can… attempt to redeem yourself. For now, please clear the stage for the next contestants. Heather?”

Molly and George sat waiting, patiently, as a handful of other teams came and went. None of them failed, but they didn’t exactly put on much of a performance, either. George considered this to be a blessing in disguise, because he didn’t want to edge himself too much and leave himself with no stamina left for Molly. When Randy and Linda finished up in the showers, they came back up front to sit down.

“So… what did we miss?” Randy asked.

Molly shrugged. “Honestly, not a whole lot. You guys pretty much stole the show.”

“You mean… the show so far,” George replied, grinning proudly.

Molly smiled back at him. “Good point, papi! We’re gonna give you two a run for your money.”

“I sure hope so!” Linda remarked, slyly, biting her lip.

Another round ended, and the judges then pressed their green buttons, cuing fanfare and moderately enthusiastic applause. The team who had just finished walked towards The Bathrooms, as each one before them had done. After the stage was re-set, Heather and Chris repeated their routine.

“Twenty-three!”

“Which just so happens to be my favourite prime number! Molly and George, you’re up!”

“Alright, chica.” George murmured. “Let’s show these amateurs how it’s done.”

“Yes, papi!”

George knelt down, beckoning Molly to hop on his shoulders. He started jogging around the stage as Molly waved her arms in the air. The whole room laughed and cheered along — even the judges were getting a kick out of their opening salvo. George knelt down in front of the couch, allowing Molly to dismount and get comfortable. He stood back up and turned towards the judges. “Chris, start the music!”

None of the other teams that had come before had made any particular requests as far as their soundtrack was concerned — apart from the three pre-arranged cues, it had mostly been quiet, leaving it up to the contestants to… fill the void, as it were. Molly, on the other hand, had an affinity for Broadway musicals — she had picked the raunchiest-sounding song she knew of, complete with a full big band and string section.

As soon as it started, George began a slow strip tease, dancing along to the beat and mouthing the words as he went. It was quite obvious that they had rehearsed this routine beforehand. When he was halfway finished, he pulled Molly up to her feet — they both started dancing and lip-syncing together, occasionally pausing to remove more clothing. As the song drew to a close, they tossed each other’s underwear behind them, taking a bow right at the moment of the final crescendo. They received a standing ovation as the entire audience erupted in raucous applause and cheering.

Heather was absolutely gob-smacked. “If their opening act was this good, I can’t even imagine what they still have in store for us!”

“I will concede that Molly has certainly outdone everyone else with respect to showmanship.” Jeff replied. “But that’s not what we’re here to judge. They’re already stretching out their time quite a bit.”

“Oh, lighten up!” Chris retorted. “At least they did something.”

As the applause started to die down, the employees gradually took their seats. Without anyone noticing, Randy had snuck around to the back of the room, where he was waiting for Molly’s cue. As soon as she gave it, he started walking up front with a wheeled suitcase in tow. Everyone began murmuring at this latest spectacle, asking themselves what could possibly be inside. Randy laid it down beside the desk and opened it up, revealing Molly’s… tool chest. He then sat down in the task chair beside it, awaiting her instructions.

“Thanks, darling! I would like to take this opportunity to announce to you all that, yes, the rumours are true.”

“Whatever do you mean, Molly?” George asked, pretending to be surprised, as he placed the palm of his hand over his pectoral region.

“That’s Mistress Molly to you, Georgie-boy!”

“Yes, Mistress — my apologies.”

“Anyway… what I mean is in reference to that little… security incident I was involved in that’s been making its way through the grapevine. That’s right — in my spare time, I’m a dominatrix!”

The audience laughed and once again burst out in applause. Larry turned his head towards Jeff. “Did you tell anyone about that?”

“No, sir — absolutely not!”

He looked at the other executives with a raised eyebrow. They all shrugged and shook their heads.

The applause died down a few moments later, and Molly continued. “Thank you. And, since things are going to be… changing around here, I thought that these auditions would make for the perfect marketing opportunity. Business has been a bit slow lately, so please… feel free to tell your friends!”

George was not typically submissive — far from it. However, when Molly pitched her Audition idea to him, he couldn’t resist. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he figured that he could swallow his pride a little bit and still have some fun at the same time.

“Randy? Handcuffs, please.” He tossed them to her and, when she caught them, she began slowly sauntering over to George. “Flip over,” she ordered, as she hooked his hands up behind his back. She then looked back towards Randy. “Riding crop.”

Molly caught it and started caressing George’s backside, occasionally stopping to crack his ass cheeks with it. He grunted each time. Not only was Molly planning on using this performance as an opportunity to increase her client base, but she also wanted to finish what she had started two months ago in the archive room. “Do you know why I’m here?” She asked George, mischievously.

“I have no idea, Mistress! Please, don’t hurt me!” George exclaimed, playing along as best he could.

“You have something that I want.”

“I’m just a file clerk! What could that possibly be?”

Molly slapped him again. “Don’t play dumb with me, boy! I know that you see things.”

“No, Mistress! That’s against the rules!”

“Oh really? You’re telling me you’re a perfect little boy scout and you never sneak a peek every now and then?”

“Please, Mistress! I don’t want to get fired.”

“You won’t get fired, not unless you do something stupid like talking about this later. If you tell me what I want to know, you’ll get a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

“I’ll show you. Now, what did you see in those files?”

“Okay, okay! I didn’t see much, but I know that the company is demonstrating a new prototype at a trade show next month. It’s being shipped out the day before, so that would be the time to get your hands on it.”

“Excellent! Now, you’d better not be lying to me, or there will be consequences.”

“Mistress, I promise you that I’m telling the truth! Now, about that reward…”

Molly gave George yet another crack with her riding crop. “Don’t get greedy! On your feet.”

George stood up and faced the audience, revealing the fact that he was already rock hard.

“Hmm… someone’s eager.” Molly remarked, smirking slightly.

“Well, you are very attractive, Mistress.”

“Oh, I know that, but, make no mistake, you’re not getting off easy just because you’re complimenting me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now… it looks like you’re making a bit of a mess down there.” Molly scooped up some precum out of the tip of George’s cock and fed it to him. “Such a good boy!”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Lay back down on the couch, Georgie-boy — today, I’m the one who’s getting off easy!”

As soon as he did so, Molly straddled his face, bringing her pussy up to it. George immediately got to work, his tongue circling around her labia. She gasped and moaned as waves of pleasure started crashing over her — her eyes were closed, and her head was arched back.

“Oh, fuck! That’s a talented tongue for a file clerk!”

George paused for a second. “I’m full of surprises, Mistress,” he remarked.

Molly slapped him across the face. “Did I say you could talk, boy?!”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Now, get back to work!”

George continued licking and sucking on Molly’s increasingly wet, swollen cunt. “Fuck yeah — just like that. Hnng… mmm… oh God! Faster… harder…” Molly started wildly bucking her hips and squeezed her thighs together tightly, nearly suffocating George. “Shit… I’m cumming!”

She yelped out in pure ecstasy as she climaxed, breathing fast and shallow and squirting all over his face. As her pleasure subsided, she slid backwards so that her pussy was on top of George’s shaft. He grunted and grumbled as she slowly grinded up and down on it. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want me to put it inside, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!”

“Not just yet.” She stood up and slapped George’s cock. He yelped out in pain, breathing sharply. “If you want to fuck me, you’re gonna have to give me something else.”

“Okay, fine! I can make you a copy of the blueprints, as well.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Molly sat back down and, with her free hand, scooped out some of her juices and worked them up and down George’s cock. When he was good and slick, she slowly lowered herself down until he was completely buried. They both started grunting and moaning as she bounced up and down. The wet, squelching sounds were permeating the room — Molly had the good sense to choose their sex as the soundtrack for this part.

A few moments later, when George was halfway inside her, she stopped suddenly. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, you get to be the one to fuck me now.”

“Mmm… yes, Mistress!” George eagerly obliged and started thrusting, his juice-coated balls slapping her ass each time.

“Fuck yeah! Harder! Faster!”

George was pounding her at a fever pitch now. He had an angry snarl on his face and was grunting much louder than before. “I’m gonna cum, Mistress!”

“Yeah? You wanna cum inside me?”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, then fucking fill me up, baby!”

“Oh, shit…”

George abruptly stopped thrusting, his cock completely buried in Molly, as his seed started pumping out. He occasionally pulled out slightly and then hammered back in as his cock continued to twitch. Molly was shivering and shaking uncontrollably, another orgasm rippling through her body. They stayed like that for a few moments until they regained some composure. Finally, Molly slid off George’s cock, allowing his cum to spill out onto her chest. She giggled and grinned at him as she spread it around like lotion, licking the remainders off her fingers afterwards.

“Now, be a good boy and get that pussy nice and clean.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

His cock twitched in response as he licked the rest of his cum off her. After he was done, she returned the favour on him, leaving the rest of it on his chest. They then stood up, joined hands and took a bow as the entire room gave them yet another standing ovation! Even the judges joined in after they unanimously smashed their green buttons.

When the applause started to die down, Molly turned towards the judge’s tables. “By the way, Fred, that’s the show that your man would have seen if I hadn’t been so rudely interrupted. Make sure you tell him that, okay?” She smirked, proudly.

“That won’t be necessary,” he replied, with a full, satisfied smile. “He’s watching right now.”

“Hmm… is that so?” Molly rubbed her hands together, biting her lip, as she looked up towards one of the security cameras. “Hope you enjoyed the show, papi!” She then blew a kiss and walked off the stage with George to get cleaned up.

Jeff turned his head to look at Heather. “So… I hear things are a bit rocky between you and your husband lately.”

“Who did you hear that from?!” She asked, incredulously.

“That’s not important. Perhaps you could enlist Molly’s… services to help teach him a lesson?”

“Well… that’s just silly.”

“Whatever you say, honey. Anyway, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Fifteen more teams came and went. Only one other failed and the rest, like before, were rather bland performances. Nobody even came close to what Molly and George had put together, nor did they want to, it seemed. After all, since the format for the Auditions was so unforgiving, most of the teams were lucky just to get through it at all. About halfway through, Molly was so bored that she was starting to nod off. Suddenly, she was stirred up at the end of a round when the applause started, once again.

“Having fun over there?” George asked, sarcastically.

Molly responded in kind. “Yeah… for sure. I was just using this time to go over some reports in my head.”

“Always the go-getter, aren’t you?”

“Hey… so, our kids are away this weekend, and Randy and I have the house to ourselves.” Linda remarked, seductively.

Molly immediately perked up. “Oh really?”

“How would you two feel about a little… after party?”

“I thought you’d never ask! George, are you coming?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get the fuck outta here!”

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