32nd entry

Season: Summer

Weather: Sunny with an evening thunderstorm. The heatwave continues.

Day of the week: Monday

Date: 13th February, 2024

I woke up early as usual, feeling disoriented at the unfamiliar environment at first. When I remembered where I was and what I was doing there, I did a brief wash up in the bathroom and then pattered out to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast and making lunch for both the men.

While I was cooking, the shameless boss returned from outside, drenched in sweat, having obviously been out for a run or a workout. Not long later, Stony Boss returned as well.

"No need to cook," the shameless boss came out from the bathroom after a quick shower wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. "You should get more rest."

He didn't seem to notice how I had frozen in place, unable to move at the sight of his very well muscled and shaped body. It was enough to give a girl a nosebleed. But I have strong blood vessels in my nose. They don't bleed easily. So I didn't have a nosebleed.

He casually took the spatula from my hands to turn the eggs in the pan, casually hugging me to his side with one arm, making me stare up at him open mouthed.

"That's right, Jane," said Stony Boss, putting an arm around me from the other side. "No need to push yourself while you're on leave and meant to rest up "

I staggered in shock at the sight of another equally good looking naked torso, with only a towel around the waist. Both men stabilised me and seemed to snigger to each other while working together to finish frying the eggs.

Were my nose not such a robust nose, it surely would have spurted blood by now. Any girl who saw such images and was enveloped in such equally powerful and handsome auras would be tempted. Oh, how I was tempted.

I don't even know what we ate for breakfast or what the men packed for their lunches. I only know that I was sat on somebody's knee while the other fed me like a little bird, while I mechanically obeyed their instructions. At the house door, they took turns kissing me goodbye on the lips and left me staring at the door in a daze.

Seriously. Recent surgeries here! Too. Much. Stimulation.

I was still standing at the door when they returned home in the mid afternoon, having given everyone in the office and early day off due to the heat.

"Have you been standing here all day?" Stony Boss asked me, lifting my chin up to capture my lips with his. "It looks like you haven't moved since morning."

"Waiting for us, perhaps," the big boss agreed, taking me in his arms to take my lips captive. "Did you miss us?"

That did it. My legs gave way and the shameless boss caught me before I could fall, lifting me up in his arms. I trembled in his arms, while he sat me on his lap to continue kissing me, passing me to Stony Boss after Stony Boss had returned from showering and changing into clean clothes so that the shameless boss could get up and go shower and get changed as well.

It was only when Stony Boss got too caught up in kissing and began to press me beneath him that I woke up.

My bladder. I hadn't peed all day. I had to go.

Pushing the man away, I stumbled when my stiff and trembling legs gave way.

"What's wrong, Jane? Are you ok?"

"Toilet. I need the toilet," I gasped. "My bladder's going to burst."

I was picked up and sat on the toilet, where I am ashamed to say, I didn't manage to pull my pants down fast enough and made a mess. It was enough to make a girl cry. Meaning, this time, I did cry.

As it was, my suppressed crying and hiccups were heard and there was soon knocking on the bathroom door, asking if I was alright. I whimpered, not wanting to admit I needed help or that I had done the unthinkable.

"Jane, tell us what's wrong," Stony Boss said. "Open the door if you can. Tell us if we can help."

"I'm fine," I sniffled, trying to clean up the mess I had made in a hurry. "It's fine. I - I just made a mess. Knocked something over. Nothing to worry about."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm embarrassed," I sniffed. "Don't mind me. My emotions are all over the place lately. Thank you for caring anyway."

"If you say so..."

"You really don't need any help?"

"I really don't need any help," I hiccupped. "It's fine. I'm fine. I haven't hurt myself."

I cleaned up my mess and threw my dirty clothes in the shower to rinse and wash while I showered. In my frustration, I accidentally tore a few of the more threadbare articles while washing them and rubbed my forehead in annoyance. The holes and the tears got bigger and bigger when I tried to wring them out and then again when I lifted them up when they were heavy with water.

Done for. These clothes were done for. Please tell me I had another change of clothes somewhere that the boys had brought over for me. They were the ones who had packed me a change of clothes, so I wasn't sure. Even so, I was pretty sure I hadn't any more clothes but I needed to check.

I dumped the clothes into a bucket and wrapped myself in my towel. Taking a few deep breaths to build up my courage, I cracked the bathroom door open and stuck my head out to make sure the coast was clear. I was met with two patient pairs of eyes staring down at me and my towel. One bluey-grey pair. One hazel-brown pair.

Before I could react, the bathroom door had been pushed open and my damaged clothes in the bucket were examined by one man, while the other one caught me before I could run to my bedroom. I was held against the wall shrieking while my towel was removed so that my body could be checked for injuries, and to ensure that the surgical wounds were still intact. Then I was wrapped back up in the towel and carried to my bedroom where I was sat on my bed.

Both men rubbed their faces and then gave me a lecture for scaring them and being so evasive when I needed their help and so on.

"I peed my pants," I blurted out to stop them from scolding me any further, feeling like I had become a cooked lobster with how red my entire body had turned after being seen by both of them. "I was so shocked by being kissed this morning that I lost my head and stood there like a dummy all day until you got back. I didn't realise how long I had been staring at nothing until you got back. I hadn't even thought of needing to go to the toilet until somebody pressed me down on the couch. I didn't get to the toilet in time and wet my pants and was so embarrassed that I cried. And then my clothes fell apart while I was trying to wash them. Alright? I'm sorry for worrying you. Now you've seen my naked body and been compensated for your worries. Happy now?"

And I burst into tears again.

I have to say, I'm not usually the type that cries at the drop of a hat but these past few weeks have been trying. Extremely trying. And so my emotional control is not that great at present.

"And you guys," I accused, "have made some sort of agreement to both seduce me all over the place. I just had heart surgery. I can't stand the stinulation of both your wonderful and perfect bodies tempting me. I've already told you both before. I don't deserve you. You both deserve better. I love you both dearly, but that's just a dream. You're both way out of my league. I don't belong in your circle and frankly am not impressed that my bosses would keep taking advantage of a little worker like me and..."

My lips were sealed. Silenced by a deep and passionate kiss. With tongue action, no less. It completely shocked me.

When my lips were released and while I was gasping for breath, the other man sitting on my other side took the chance to do the same, while the first gently pulled my body onto the bed and began kissing my bared skin.

"It's not just a dream," said a hoarse voice in one ear.

"Shall we make your dream come true?" rasped another voice in my other ear.

It wasn't fair. They were both seducing me and turning my brain to mush. I couldn't resist them. Couldn't think.

So I got up and ran. Only remembering after leaving the bedroom that I was naked. As a result, I hid in the bathroom to lock myself in. How was I supposed to face them and the world?

I had to be strong. I couldn't. Shouldn't. Mustn't. Must resist. Resist temptation, flee from evil and it will depart from you.

I had to go back to my own apartment or these two handsome men would be my downfall. I might not be able to control myself and fall into a pit I couldn't climb out of.

I refused to admit that I was really just a lonely little girl who craved love, attention and could fall in love with whoever treated her nicely. It wasn't right to let these men start to think I was falling for them when it was actually just my insecurities at work. A weak person like myself had to be realistic. Reasonable. Make reasonable and realistic goals. Have a clear and practical vision of my probable future.

From now on, I had to lay the boundaries and make them clear. They were bosses. I was a worker. I was an adult who should be able to take care of myself.

I could hear the men murmuring and discussing outside the bathroom but couldn't make out what they were saying while I hugged myself in the bathroom.

"Jane, Jane, we're sorry we scared you. We got overexcited and overstepped our boundaries. We deeply apologise for that," said the shameless boss through the bathroom door.

"We're leaving some of our clothes that you can borrow outside the door. Come out and get it when you're ready. We'll both step out for a bit. After you're dressed, we'll take you shopping," said Stony Boss's voice.

I only dared to open the bathroom door after I heard them go out the front door. After a quick glance to make sure the coast was clear, I picked up the clothes from the stool that had been placed by the bathroom door and tried to get dressed. I say try because the clothes were way too big for me.

I stood there laughing at my image in the mirror. I looked like a child playing dress ups in her father's clothes.

The neckline of the t-shirt kept falling off one shoulder and threatening to expose a boob. It was obvious I was wearing no bra. The shorts wouldn't stay up and the hem of the shorts was hanging halfway down my shins. I laughed myself to tears with derision at my hopeless image.

The men returned upon hearing my laughter and choked back laughs themselves at how I looked while I covered my chest with an arm.

"Do either of you have a sarong or something like that?" I asked, trying to hold up the slipping shorts.

"Oh. Yes. I do. Just a moment," Stony Boss hurried to his room and returned with a colourful sarong.

I re-entered the bathroom and using the t-shirt as a base underneath, managed to wrap myself into an acceptably stylish look. I just needed a safety pin.

I asked and I received. However, the place I needed to put the safety pin was an awkward position for my arms and so I had to ask for help.

The men nodded appreciatively at my look and the discarded shorts were taken away. Unfortunately, Stony Boss's hand was shaking when he tried to help me with the safety pin and accidentally caused my entire outfit to come apart, leaving me hugging my chest dressed in a big t-shirt.

"Sorry. Sorry," Stony Boss said, although he couldn't keep the smile off his face, while the shameless boss ran to his room in an explosion of coughing laughter.

I rewrapped myself, got the outfit pinned together and then borrowed a pair of oversized flip-flopping slippers that I had to walk carefully in. The men had forgotten to bring any shoes for me.

At the shops, I had a few people cast a glance at how I was tripping on the slippers, but they didn't seem to blink at my impromptu outfit, which went to show that I had done a good job at styling myself up. In a lingerie shop, the men waited outside while the shop attendant helped me get what I needed.

"Your brothers? Cousins? Boyfriends?" the shop attendant asked me cheekily. "How about this bold and sexy style..."

"Sis, shut it," I lunged forwards to try and cover the shop attendant's mouth but tripped and the sarong nearly came apart, giving the shop attendant a flash at the t-shirt and nothing else that I was wearing underneath.

She stabilised me and handed me a tissue to wipe my hands that had gotten smeared with the thick makeup on her face with a wink.

"I won't judge," she sang. "Lucky you, snagging two handsomes like that. They definitely like you. Have you seen the way their eyes can't seem to leave your body when you walked in? Are they any good?"

I gestured for her to zip it, frantically gesturing, but too late. Both men seemed to have heard and glanced at us in the shop. And then seemed to think I was needing their help and so stepped in.

"They're my bosses," I hissed at her. "I had a wardrobe malfunction. Several wardrobe malfunctions," I rolled my eyes and glanced down at myself. "There's no way they would want anything that looks like me anyway. If they did, I would really be questioning their taste. Please, just help me out here. Discreetly."

The shop attendant giggled but didn't look at me. She looked behind me and I stiffened up, feeling a looming presence. Two looming presences.

"We have questionable taste, huh?" the shameless boss looked down at me.

"Sirs, for the pretty lady, how about we buy a few sexy pairs like these?" the shop lady pointed out a few lacy, see through and barely there thin racy sets of matching lingerie. She even pointed directly at a thong. The kind you wear around your hips. Not the type you wear on your foot.

"I'm just a little worker," I looked up at the ceiling. "May I please just get the simple, ordinary and cheap kind?"

"No way!" exclaimed the shop attendant in excitement, seeing the way both men were looking at the styles she had gestured to with interest, looking between the racy underwear and my figure. "A girl's confidence comes from being armed from the inside out. We must get you something that is bold. Confident. Sexy. Amazing. Real woman. Unless you prefer the little girl lolita style? We can go the cutesy look if you prefer. There are a few types there with bowties and frills. Over there, we have the more kinky ones with a hole just for those secret encounters that makes for easier access."

My face was growing hotter and hotter. I could barely stand still. I wanted to block that overly bold shop attendant's mouth again so that she would stop making me look like I wanted to die.

"Just pack her all the styles you think would look good on her, bold, sexy, cute, whatever," Stony Boss grinned down at my wilting form while the shameless boss caught and held me steady in his arms. "In her size. We'll pay for it. Her whole wardrobe needs an overhaul anyway."

The shop attendant's eyes grew bright at the sound of that and she gave me a provocative wink.

"They're just your bosses, huh?" she snickered under her breath as she passed me.

I could barely breathe.

"Just. Had. Surgery," I gasped at the two men looking down at me with a mix of amusement and concern. "Stimulation. Too much!"

"Take her out and calm her down," Stony Boss furrowed his brows a little.

"On it," the shameless boss picked me up, accidentally leaving the slippers behind. He brought me over to a bench where he sat me down and gently patted my back until I could get my racing heart and breath back under control.

Stony Boss came over with five bags of lingerie, making me feel like exploding again. Thankfully, one of the bags just contained the oversized slippers and wasn't stuffed full. A new pair of delicate silver coloured sandals were slipped onto my feet instead. Stony Boss knelt down to put them onto my feet and flicked the tiny jingling bells on them.

"These should work better," Stony Boss said and upon standing, waved at the shop attendant standing in the door of the lingerie shop, giving her an ok sign which she returned with a massive grin.

I buried my face in the shameless boss's shoulder. I felt like I couldn't breathe again.

The men sat with me, waiting for me to calm down. While we did so, the lingerie shop attendant came over with two shop attendants from the neighbouring shops on either side of her.

"I noticed the young lady doesn't seem to be feeling well," the lingerie shop attendant said, "and while she was in the shop, she told me that she had had several wardrobe malfunctions and needed new clothes. Why don't you let my friends from those two shop help kit her out? I promise you'll be satisfied. We all have an excellent eye for fashion, and just seeing how your lady friend has styled herself using the men's sarong one of you must have given her, we have an idea of her taste what what she might like to wear. We'll be sure to help you thoroughly replace everything she needs in her wardrobe."

"Then we'll have to trouble you," Stony Boss nodded his head at the women whose eyes were filled with gossipy interest. "Please be sure to include a few sets of appropriate professional work attire as well as casual wear. She'll need all her basics replaced, and a few articles in preparation for colder weather as well."

"Will you be needing any formal attire?" one of the excited shop attendants asked while the other two were silently squealing to each other behind their hands.

"Yes, please," Stony Boss nodded. "Just two sets would be enough. Feel free to pair them with the appropriate matching jackets or shoes or accessories."

"On it!" the woman practically ran back to her shop, gabbling to the shop manager who exchanged nods with the bosses by my side before going through the clothes in the shop.

"I'll do the basics and casual wear," the other shop attendant said, "but we don't really have good work attire."

"Then please do take charge of her casual and basic wear. Make sure she can mix and match them with ease," Stony Boss nodded, looking at me with a deepening frown, while I was growing paler and struggling more and more to breathe. "Also, ladies, please do be discreet and don't gossip. This young lady is just a valued worker in our company who has fallen ill and truly did have wardrobe malfunctions because of the age of some of her clothes. Don't spread rumours that shouldn't be spread."

The two ladies nodded emphatically, mimed zipping their lips and then hurried away, giggling behind their hands.

"If you don't mind, we'll get one of the girls from that shop down there to help organise her work outfits?" the lingerie shop lady asked, pointing at another shop, to which Stony Boss nodded.

"Jane, are you feeling ok?"

I shook my head that was still buried in the shameless boss's shoulder. I was definitely not feeling ok. I was feeling all faint and panicky and was still having trouble catching my breath.

"Gentlemen," a security guard sauntered over, "is everything ok here?"

"Ambulance," said the shameless boss, holding my trembling and sinking body, while I continued to gasp for breath with a wrinkled face, no longer able to hold onto him for support. "Please call the ambulance."

"I'm right on it," the security guard said, immediately making the call and calling a first aider over to come and check on me. But upon hearing that I had just had surgery not long ago, they decided it would be better to wait for the ambulance.

I didn't know when, but I ended up lying on the bench, draped in a blanket.

As my consciousness faded away, I heard Stony Boss say that he would stay behind to deal with the purchases while shameless boss went with me to the hospital.

In the hospital, I heard a collective sigh of relief come from around me when my eyes fluttered open. The medical staff reassured me and asked me not to be afraid, while I blinked blankly at them. They seemed to be soaked in sweat and looked exhausted. One of the nurses had trembling hands and moist eyes.

Later, while I was resting in the ward, I heard a doctor lambasting both Stony Boss and the shameless boss for allowing me to be overstimulated. He gave them very strict instructions to follow for my recovery at home, while I gave a hollow laugh to myself.

I had warned them too much stimulation would not be good for me.

They had returned to find me writing in my journal that Stony Boss had brought along, looking relieved that I seemed well enough to want to write. After they had gone for the night, the doctor asked if he might read what had happened to stimulate me to the point my heart had failed.

"Damn. I didn't scold them hard enough," he said after returning my journal to me. "Don't worry," the doctor told me. "I will make things very, very clear to them where the boundaries lie. Also, even if you do feel like doing that thing that couples do, please refrain from any such activity until you are fully healed. At least give yourself another three months or so."

I blushed and scowled at the doctor who gave an awkward laugh before slipping away.