I couldn't stop thinking of that day. The stickiness, the mess and the pleasure. It was all so overwhelming. Mary-Jane Hunter liked to punish and I wanted that but I didn't want to lose my job I wanted the excitement but I settled for the routine.
Unfortunately one of the security guards noticed me and started to pay me unwelcome attention. I could feel the disrespect as he stared at me as I walked by. I could hear his sniggers. He stared at my legs and my breasts and I felt somehow diminished every-time he made eye contact. Then one day he went too far I had done my shopping at lunchtime and bought vegetables and salad. I don't know why he chose to search my bag that day. But I can picture him holding the cucumber as he asked if it was to share with Miss Hunter. My cheeks burned red as he laughed.
Later that afternoon I was called in to see Mary-Jane
"Sit down," she said "Has Wesley been giving you a hard time?
I paused.
"The security guard," she clarified.
"I am not sure, he makes me feel uncomfortable," I replied.
"Okay he has been trouble before, I will think about it," she pronounced and I was dismissed.
The following day I was dispatched to the shops with a list and on my return with heavy bags, I was stopped by the security guard. He started to search the bags and that's when I heard her.
"Wesley thank you." interrupted Mary-Jane.
"The bags are heavy it is good of you to offer to help," she continued "bring the bags and follow us."
She turned and I walked with her Wesley behind. As we entered her office she directed Wesley to her private bathroom and we followed him in.
"Put the bags down there," she said as she pointed.
He put the bags down as I heard the key turn in the lock. Wesley heard it too and looked confused.
"Strip!" Mary-Jane commanded.
"I," Wesley began.
"I didn't ask you to speak so if you want to get out of here with a job, you don't speak unless I ask you too. Nod if you understand," she instructed.
He nodded.
"Your behaviour has been unacceptable and now it is payback,"she explained."Strip."
I watched amazed as this large muscular man meekly did just that. He silently undid his shirt buttons and slipped it off dropping it to the floor. He removed his shoes, socks and trousers and stood before us in just his boxer shorts.
"Everything." Mary-Jane demanded
"My oh my. Who is a big boy?" May-Jane softy purred.as he stepped out of his boxer shorts.

"Okay you can get dressed and go," she said and he looked at her confused.
"We would humiliate you. I am not sure you are man enough," she continued her voice quietly seductive.
"Get dressed and go. Or stay and be our bitch, your choice." She enticed as his erection quivered.
I knew now he was hooked. He could not walk away.as I watched his naked body I smiled and knew what to do.
"When I walk through security do you tell the others that I need a real man?" I ask him as I unbuttoned my blouse s little.
"Do you tell them, how much I want you between my soft thighs, I ask slowly hoisting my skirt. His erection so hard and eager now. I picked up a plastic bottle of mayonnaise from my shopping bag and squeezed some into my hand.
Can you imagine this smeared all over my naked body?" I ask then slowly licked it from my fingers as his throbbing cock pointed at me.I pointed the bottle at him and decorated his chest with lines of mayonnaise. Amused as he initially flinched. I continued until the bottle was empty. I picked up another and stepped behind him and continued my artistry on his back and shoulders
"Smear it over yourself rub it in." I whisper in his ear in encouragement and his hands start reluctantly to obey. This hasn't gone as he expected, his vision of how he fucks the uptight management bitches was fading.as I continued to cover his upper body.
I watch aroused as he smears the mayonnaise over his torso matting his chest hairs and then I tell him, "play with your nipples baby, oh yes, yes, twist them rub them."
"Lick your armpits," I insisted and although looking unsure he complied. He hadn't noticed Mary Jane taking pictures and was distracted when I emptied a a pot of potato salad on his head..
It slid over his head and lumps fell to the floor. I drizzled oily salad dressing over his cock.
"Bend over," I said and drizzled oily salad dressing over his cheeks before pouring some between his cheeks and watching it flow over his asshole. I watched it as it dripped down onto his legs. The salad dressing emptv, I continued with mayonnaise coating the back of his legs.
"Stand up straight," I instructed and I walked to the front covering the front. I squirted the mayonnaise over his cock and thighs and watched it drip down his legs. I covered his lower legs and his feet and stood back and looked at him.
"Perfect you look just like you have been in a glory hole and got covered with hundreds of men cum all over you. " Mary Jane suggested.
As he looked at her I poured the large pot of coleslaw over his head and some slid over his face and some down his hair.
"Rub it into your hair like shampoo ," I told him.as I had an idea.
I had a 3/4 full plastic bottle of mayonnaise and I completely removed the top and I smiled thinking, "perfect, just right." I pushed the head of his penis inside the bottle top then squeezed the bottle forcing air out. I let the bottle return to its normal shape and he groaned as it gripped his cock and tugged it in. I repeated this two more times pulling and gripping his cock even with the weight pulling downward it was held firm. I stepped back and Mary-Jane took a picture. For the first time he recognised the camera.
"Yes," said Mary-Jane, "can you imagine what your work colleagues would think of this? Do everything we say and they will never know. I would be willing to bet those slippery fingers would easily slide into your asshole.."
He bent over for us and spread his cheeks for me before inserting a finger.
"Go on fuck yourself," I said impatiently and he eased his finger in and out but I wanted two fingers and he obliged.
"You wondered how many of these cherry tomatoes you could put inside my pussy so I think we should see what your capacity is?" I proposed and handed him the packet. He slipped the first into his ass then the second followed by the third.
"Keep going," Mary-Jane ordered. The fourth, fifth and sixth followed and the seventh and eighth.
"You can do more," Mary-Jane urged and I could sense his discomfort as he entered the ninth and tenth and finally the eleventh and twelfth.
"Well you are a naughty boy aren't you, I think I will punish you," I told him and started to spank his ass with a cucumber. I hit each buttock in turn turning them red. This will give you something to remember me by later. He couldn't hold on to the tomatoes and one by one the started to pop out. This only encouraged me to spank harder. After all the tomatoes were out I got Wesley to gather them up and put them in a bowl. I removed the mayonnaise bottle from his cock and handed him the cucumber.
He lay on his back with his legs in the air fucking himself with the cucumber as I poured mayonnaise on him. I paid particular attention to covering his hard cock with the slimey mess. Mary-Jane told him to kneel. She had cut a cucumber into three pieces and hollowed out the middle piece She put the bowl of tomatoes in front of him add some salad dressing handing him the cucumber tube. We stood in front of him skirts up and hands in each other's panties moaning as he came with a huge spurt on the tomatoes. We took turns to feed him tomatoes until they were gone.
"Take a shower Wesley and go back to work ," Mary-Jane instructed. We left him there and went back to work. I had never realised salad could be so much fun.