THE BEST PERFORMANCE REVIEW Perfromance reviews: God's punishment for taking a few extra dollars to become a manager. Cory was never into minutia. And performance reviews were the worst when it came down to the details. Basically, the idea is to nitpick an employee's perceived "perfect" performance and break it down by category in an effort to stiff the employee a few cents on a raise. It was all very undignifying to the employee, especially when a new one finds out the ugly truth: the maximum raise is a mere quarter per hour! So Cory sat at the desk, muttering curses under his breath and cradling his temples to aleviate the inevitable headache this type of paperwork produces. His eyes shut, and for a moment he pictured himself at an important job. A job that made a difference in society. "What'cha doin'?" It was a clear and musical voice, and it startled Cory from his reviere. His brown eyes looked up at Chryssi, who had entered the office for reasons yet unknown. Chryssi was shorter than Cory, with blonde hair and a round freckled face. She had clear blue eyes and straight blonde hair that tended toward a darker hue. Chryssi had a warm smile that could calm a person, and Cory's impending headache quickly disapated. Chryssi was certainly a welcome sight. The two flirted, since they were both proud perverts. But Cory never expected anything to happen. Chryssi was happily living with a guy (Mike was it?--so many employees, too many personal lives to keep track of!). Cory and his own girlfriend were presently talking about that same type of arrangement. Messing around made no sense. Yet, something in Chryssi's mannerisms were just a bit more seductive than she had ever dared before at Wendy's. Chryssi may well have had, in Cory's humble opinion, the perfect body. When she had started at Wendy's, her sisters Nickey and Michelle also worked there, and the family resemblance was obvious. Chryssi was the eldest sister, and many pounds heavier than her younger counterparts. When she first started, save her resemblance to her incredibly attractive younger siblings, Cory was not interested at all. But, she lost quite a bit of weight (no easy achievement working with food everyday), and displayed a colorful personality and an overt sexuality that started to draw her manager's attention. Now, she sported a thinner and sexier frame with an attitude to match. The only minus was her switching to contact lenses. She wore the sexiest glasses at one time. "Performance reviews," Cory answered after a long pause. "I hate them, and I think I'm getting a headache from it." "Let me," Chryssi said, with exagerrated concern. Her hands touched Cory's temples on either side of his head, and they sent an electricity throught the manager's body that he was not expecting. In his pants, his cock began to stir, awakening from its slumber and ready for action. Unfortunately, Cory was not expecting to get this action. Leastwise not from the source of the raging libido. Eventually, Chryssi's hands drifted from Cory's temples to his shoulders. Chryssi knew very well how to use her hands, and Cory felt not only a sexual surge, but an energy surge as well. Should Chryssi leave now, Cory could finish up the other two reviews with his renewed vigor. But Chryssi seemed, to Cory's delight, to have other plans for this moment. One hand was off his shoulder, and found its way to Cory's lap, where Chryssi caressed his dick for a few moments. Cory looked back at the young cashier, and scolded, "Now, don't you go starting things you can't finish." Chryssi simply smiled, and began a slow kiss. Cory melted into his seducer's arms, his penis sprang to full attention, and Chryssi's hand tightened around the member, holding him straight up in Cory's pants. Her kiss deepened, and Cory used his own lips to caress hers gently. His hand gripped the back of her head, pulling the awkward visor from her head while pushing her face closer in order to deepen the kiss. A soft tongue probed into Cory's mouth, and he accepted the welcome visitor diplomatically, by caressing it with his own tongue. Cory had never kissed a girl with a tongue peircing before, and was very unsure what of his myriad techniques would work to drive her insane (and not hurt her). The manager finally decided to stiffen his tongue and form a sort of a peak with the tip, and use the peak to caress the sides of the young cashier's tongue. It seemed to work. By now, the agressive girl had Cory's pants down around his ankles. Of course, Cory wanted this to happen more than she did, so he was not arguing. She freed the massive cock from his underwear, and gripped it in her hand. She caressed it roughly in a circular pattern, almost pulling it. Cory wimpered. His hands found her tits, cupping them and playing with her nipples in a rough circle. Chryssi broke the kiss, and almost yelled. Cory put a finger to his lips as Chryssi stifled herself. Using the opportunity to remove his cashier's shirt, Cory deftly unsnapped her bra and sucked on a nipple. He palmed the other breast, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He then switched sides, but this time, while squeezing the other nipple, his free hand wandered down to Chryssi's crotch. He unzipped her pants, and let them fall down around her ankles, revealing a smooth pair of stunning legs. Cory's index finger probed the outer labia, sweetly coaxing the lubricating fluids that would enable a better probing of Chryssi's sweet spot. Cory's mouth let go of Chryssi's breast, and the naked beauty wasted no time. Her lips enclosed Cory's stiff member, and she swallowed the entire shaft into her mouth. Her tongue ring created an uneven pressure around the member, and when she swirled her tongue it created feelings no mortal tongue was capable of without the piercing. It really was everything they said it was. Cory's fingers were now wet in the outer labia, and he moved to the inner circle, tracing softly around its circumference, causing Chryssi to make unnatural moans that added to the oral treat she was giving her manager. Chryssi squirmed all around, while keeping the shaft buried in her throat, silencing her scream. When her manager's fingers finally entered her, she released her tasty treat, inhaled sharply, and slammed the throbbing cock back down her throat to silence herself. Her head bobbed up and down on the cock, her hand gripped the shaft tightly, her other hand held his knee for support. Her own knees gave a wobble. Her entire crotch felt as though it were ready to burst, and it was making her hot all over. She sucked harder on the dick in her mouth, trying to taste it on all parts of her tongue, using the ball of her piercing to heighten the sensation she knew he'd feel. His fingers slammed deeper and harder into her. He pulled her off his cock using a hand full of her hair. He bent her naked body over the desk, and he entered her from behind. The sensation was almost too much for Chryssi; she felt her clit tingle and her pussy seize Cory's warm hard member. Her mouth opened and a small yelp escaped, which prompted her manager to put his fingers inside her mouth. This was just fine for Chryssi. She pretended that she had another rock hard dick to play with, and sucked on his fingers. His other hand tightened on her hip, pulling her hard into his cock. It was like being filled up with warmth and electricity. Chryssi felt the cock banging away at her pussy, Cory's skin slapping against her perfect ass, and the moist fingers occupying her mouth. She wanted--no, she NEEDED to scream. She needed to call out to the deities of sex, to thank them for the pounding that she was receiving. But, this clandestine meeting in the office couldn't be witnessed. She had to hold on... The orgasm took her body in waves. A shockwave of contracting muscles spread over her body in three hard waves. With each wave, her body shook harder, and the scream was more difficult to stifle. Once the orgasm passed, Chryssi sighed heavily and slumped forward on the desk, keenly aware Cory was fucking her harder and harder still. She felt another wave rock her body, and she couldn't hold the scream again. She hollered through clenched teeth and pursed lips. It wasn't loud. In fact, only the dishwasher might have heard it. This orgasm had a second wave, too, and this time, Chryssi felt satisfied and spent. She was down on her knees as Cory jacked a humungous load onto her pretty face. The cum was warm and sticky, and she felt every square inch of her face get covered with the goo. Cory wiped some off with his fingers, and fed it to Chryssi. "So, how does my performance review look?" Chryssi asked, doing her best innocent child routine. "Your review?" Cory smiled. "Your review is next month, and I have a very short memory." He winked. She didn't mind.