Two days later, Josh encountered his first snag. It came in the form of his tiresome teammate, Tania.

“Okay. What in the world is going on with you and Paris Shaw?” She asked after cornering him in the break room. She must have made a bee-line to find him there, because she was still layered for travel in a denim coat over her sweater and a loosely knitted hat on her head.

Josh decided to play dumb. “What do you mean?”

“Don't start. You have meetings with her every day. And now ANOTHER ninety-minute lunch is blocked out on your calendar today?”

He took a sip of his coffee. He looked forward to this particular lunch. Paris’ crush was reaching a crescendo. All the signs pointed to it. The way she laughed at his jokes. The way she found excuses to fleetingly touch his arm. And her appreciative glances towards him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

It was how she bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together that really sealed the deal. She wasn’t just obsessed with him. She was horny for him.

“She wants to discuss the Levinson accounts.” He lied.

“You mean the accounts that she took from me and assigned to you?” Tania said with thinly veiled displeasure.

“Hey, I didn’t ask for that.” Josh said. Which was true. He only wrote the commands that made him Paris’ most trusted and cutest employee. What Paris chose to do with those feelings was her own business. In this case, it was to entrust him with the most prestigious account of the quarter.

Tania tugged off her hat. Her loopy afro curls sprung loose in a hundred directions. They were dyed blonde, so they formed a radiant halo around her square, dark face. “Whatever." She said. "I’m just letting you know EVERYONE is noticing how she’s dressing. But I’m seeing the full story. You work right across from me for God’s sake. And she’s always stopping by to bend over your desk and whisper who knows what to you.”

Josh clenched his jaw. Perhaps he had made things too obvious. Paris’ degrading sense of modesty was becoming a conspicuous matter in the office. The men discussed it under their breaths with amazement. “What got into the Ice Queen?” “Who knew Paris had legs like that?” And the women gossiped with equal parts concern and judgement.

But of course people would notice. Josh just didn't expect anybody would tie such a change to him so soon. And the worst was yet to come. At least for now, Paris’ skirts still reached her thighs and she only indulged in showing small hints of cleavage. But the program was changing that by the hour. He could see her getting more comfortable in her skin, and in showing her skin. It was the way she carried herself, how she slowly stopped bothering to adjust where her tight tops sat on her chest or where her skirts rode up to. 

He couldn't back out now. Today was the big day. He knew it. Paris’ dependence on him as an employee and her desire for him as a man were about to coalesce into something amazing.

“So what do you want me to do?” He said.

Tania tapped the table in front of him. “Get me back on the Levinson account. If I'm busy with work, maybe I’ll have less time to pay attention to office romances. You follow?”

So there it was. Tania, as ambitious as she was, was so small-minded. What was one account to the kind of access he was about to receive?

“I follow. I’ll discuss it with her at lunch.”

“Cheers, then.”

Tania left him with his coffee, and in walked the next wrinkle of the morning. The young girl in stockings, heels, and a crimson red dress.

He had seen her once before. Then, she wore yellow with black tights, a knee-length dress with sleeves to her elbows. When she slipped by him in the narrow space, he couldn't resist watching her butt wiggle in it, and he couldn't help but wonder why she'd chosen a dress that fit like a glove. Today, her dress was sleeveless, and it hugged her hips no less tightly than the yellow one. It was shorter, and she’d traded her opaque tights for hosiery that was much more glossy and delicate. With her sandy hair crimped into precise waves and her cheeks touched by brushes and powders, he had to wonder how much time she spent on her appearance this morning.

She reached into an upper cabinet for a coffee mug, and her dress, straining to match her stretch, crept ever up her thighs. Like someone else Josh knew, the girl didn’t even bother to pull it back into place when she was done. 

***

While she waited for the Keurig to dole out a meager cup of coffee, Elise was painfully aware that the creepy guy from the other day was checking her out. So annoying. Just because she’d done herself up extra nice today didn’t mean she wanted people looking at her like this. And as if her kitty would ever purr for-- As if she would ever be attracted to, Elise corrected, a guy like that. He had weirdly intense eyes and his crooked smile unsettled her deeply.

She did look nice, though. She’d gotten that mani/pedi she was craving, so her fingers and toes shone freshly bright and red. For that purpose, she wore open-toed heels and a somewhat scandalous sleeveless red dress. She looked sexy, at least she hoped she did, but now she was regretting her choices. Her body wasn’t on display for just any guy.

She stirred some cream into her coffee and shot daggers to her observer. “Do I know you?” She asked.

“No.” He muttered. “Sorry. I was just— I mean— Why are you dressed like that?”

Why was she dressed like that? There was no other way to say it.

I want to turn Joshua Dutton on as much as he turns me on. I owe him so much. I couldn’t handle all of these big responsibilities without him.

But Elise wouldn’t say any of that to this guy. All her of fantasies about Joshua Dutton, and the scandalous ways in which she could repay him, were her slutty little secrets. Instead, Elise scoffed, popped a lid onto her coffee, and charged past him without another word. What was his deal, anyway? He’d never seen a woman dressed for work before?

She strode confidently down the hall to the IT wing. Her brand new thong came with her. It rode inside her tight dress like a naughty passenger. Just feeling of it nestled in her ass was enough to ignite her with a sexy thrill, so she walked with extra sway, unable to keep the knowing smile off her face.

The creep from the break room wasn’t the only guy looking at her. The guys in sales perked up at her passing. A man with a cardboard tray of four coffees nearly dropped them when she rounded the corner. And from a conference room, half the heads at the table strained to follow her through the large window looking out.

My kitty purrs only for Joshua Dutton, Elise thought defiantly. But that proved a small problem, because any one of those men could be Joshua Dutton. The thought made her just a little bit wet. Oh dear. If Elise wasn’t careful, her motor would be running all day long. 

I simply must play with myself a little at work, Elise decided. 

She stopped in her tracks. Where had that thought come from? She downed the rest of her coffee in one gulp and tossed it in the trash. If it weren’t for that creep hanging around the break room, Elise would have gone back for a second serving. She clearly needed it this morning.

Masturbate at work? That was fucking crazy.

When she reached the isolated corner that housed the IT department, Elise crossed her fingers that another invitation to Paris Shaw’s office would be waiting for her.

“Damn.” No luck.

It had been a few days since her last visit. Elise suspected there would be no more to come. She’d done everything Paris asked. She stopped the slowdown, and she successfully copied the program to Paris’ personal laptop too. What else could Ms. Shaw ask of her?

It was good, then, that Elise had her own copy of Mindshaper at home, which she used on the rare occasions that her mother wasn’t hogging it. Strangely enough, that seemed to be happening more and more. Her Mother’s work must be getting very busy, because Elise would here those clickies clickies well past 5pm.

But in the late hours when Sandra finally vacated the seat, Elise eagerly took her Mother’s warm place. In the evenings, with no other matters to attend to besides laying out the next day's outfit, Elise could lose hours of her free time to the swirling, shimmering colors. And when she did, she’d think about Joshua Dutton, the object of her obsession.

Joshua Dutton is my favorite and cutest employee. Joshua Dutton is sofuckinghot. My kitty only purrs for Joshua Dutton. 

Whoops. There she went doing it again. She needed to be careful, or she was going to get way too turned on at work. Not that it was the end of the world. She had Joshua Dutton to pick up the slack now, so it was okay to get a little horny and distracted. It was okay to be dumb and useless.

Joshua Dutton could run this whole department single-handedly. Joshua Dutton could do my job.

Elise shook the thoughts loose before they went any further. She had to remind herself that she didn’t actually have Joshua Dutton to depend on. That was just a fantasy. A coping mechanism for her depressing, boring-ass dead end job. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a a man to do all this stupid work for her? To show her how it’s done while she watched with girlish amazement? Ooh, the very idea just made her kitty purr! Her-- Her heart swell, rather. Or something. 

“Yes, no, I— Wait!” Bridget said from the opposite corner of their dungeon. “Don’t you put me on hold again— agh, fuck!”

Elise heard her boss sigh loudly. She peeked over to see what was up. There Bridget sat, phone to her ear and head in hands, looking defeated.

“What’s wrong?” Elise asked.

Bridget rubbed the bridge of her nose. “The bastards are driving me crazy. You don’t know why we’ve got a massive charge to a place called Wheaten Dynamics, do you?”

Elise’s heart jumped into her throat. Oh shit. The credit card. “No?” She lied. 

“Didn’t think so. Whatever it is, I think it’s fraudulent. I found a number for the company but they keep putting me on hold.”

“Oh.” Elise said. “Are you going to… um. Keep waiting?”

“One more round. Next time I won’t let them bounce me.”

She’s going to cancel it. Elise panicked. I’m going to lose my license at home.

She needed to come clean now. It’s not like Bridget would be mad. Making an unauthorized purchase was obviously a bad call, but Elise was doing her job by buying more licenses. They were short staffed, and Bridget often encouraged Elise to take initiative whenever possible so as not to waste department time. Besides, if Bridget knew that the charge wasn’t fraudulent, she might be less invested in getting it cancelled.

But before Elise could say anything, a ticket for Paris Shaw’s office appeared on her empty queue. Shit. Not now. Despite the emergency unfolding in front of her, Elise couldn’t keep Paris waiting. Truthfully, she could hardly wait herself. More time with Mindshaper was in her grasp. She was hungry for those clickies and shimmers like nothing else.

Across the room, Bridget tapped her fingers impatiently, holding on the line for somebody at Wheaten Dynamics to explain what Elise secretly already knew. This was no fraud. Elise purchased the licenses on purpose. But the company on the other line seemed to be in no rush to talk to Bridget. If she had been on hold all morning, Elise figured she had a little bit more time.

“I’ve got a support ticket.” Elise announced. “I’ll back in a hot minute— In a bit, I mean.”

Bridget didn’t answer. A twinkly tune leaked through the phone speaker that was pressed halfway to her ear, and she hummed idly to it.

***

The stern, proud Paris Shaw stood at her office mirror, turning side to side in front of it, examining herself with a frown. She wore a sleeveless blouse tucked into a short pencil skirt, and stood teetering on three-inch heels.

“You look fantastic, Ms. Shaw.” Elise blurted. “So sexy!” Like Elise, her exposed toenails were painted red. Matching Paris in that way made her feel weirdly giddy. Paris was so beautiful. 

“Oh. Elise. Hello. Do you really think so?” Paris asked eagerly.

“Oh, sure. You have such a nice figure, and the skirt really shows it.” Elise was referring Paris’ ass, which carried a heft that she could have never imagined. But she didn’t want to be crude in front of Ms. Shaw and say that directly. 

Paris caught Elise’s drift. She glanced over her shoulder and ran her hands over her rear. “Thank you for saying so. I have a very important meeting with a member of my team, and I want to look my best.” She admitted. “I have quite a big ask for him…” 

Joshua Dutton should be running this whole department. Joshua Dutton should be doing my job. Joshua Dutton should have access to everything.

“I’m sure it will go well.” Elise said, the thought of Joshua Dutton making her the slightest bit wet. She pushed him again out of her mind. Now wasn’t the time to fantasize.

“I do hope so. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed.” Paris said. “The work is getting difficult. I could use a win.”

I can’t do this on my own. I’m just a silly woman. Joshua Dutton could do my job. Joshua Dutton could run this whole department single-handedly. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Whatever I can do to help…” Not that Elise could be very much help herself. She could barely do this on her own. She was just a silly woman. She needed a man. “And speaking of, what is your issue today?” Elise gestured to Paris’ computer.

“Ah, yes. My computer. No… I… There’s no issue today. I have to confess I called you here for your, uhm. Opinion.”

Elise blinked. “My opinion?”

“Yes…” Paris said demurely. “About my outfit, in fact. You just have such a good eye for those things. Was that silly?”

I’m just a silly woman.

“Absolutely not!” Elise tried to hide her excitement, but she was flattered beyond belief. Paris Shaw wanted her opinion? About clothes?? “Not silly at all!” Mindshaper’s warm chords emanated from Paris’ computer. Elise wondered if, to return the favor, she was justified in asking for some time using it.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” To Elise’s surprise, Paris lunged forward for a hug. The woman’s bare arms wrapped around her and pulled her towards her perfumed chest, and they swayed to the flow of the synths.

When they separated, Elise examined Paris’ outfit. She really did look sexy. The blouse was a silk charmeuse, so it rippled in liquid velvety folds down her torso. And it formed quite the nice silhouette where it was bunched up and tucked into the woman’s tight, curvaceous skirt. The blouse was a pale cream, and the skirt black with grey stripes. But something was missing...

“I just have one suggestion." Elise said. "May I…?”

Paris flinched when Elise reached out and unbuttoned the blouse until it opened widely over the half-cups of her lingerie. “Oh, Elise, I’m not sure I… I mean, my bra is showing.” She said.

And what a bra it was, with black velvet patterns of flowers over translucent mesh. It was more than a bra, it was a slutty bra.

Just another slutty little secret.

And it provided the perfect pop of black, matching the skirt, to complement the creamy blouse.

“That’s much sexier, though.” Elise said.

Paris shuddered. “It is, isn’t it? Yes… Well alright then. Thank you.”

“And… How about this?” Driven by instinct, Elise reached for Paris’ skirt next. She pulled the waistband up to Paris’ belly button. The result was spectacular. In its new position, the skirt fell to Paris’ upper thighs, exposing bands of bare leg above the tops of her nylon stockings. They had garters attached, which vanished invitingly up her skirt. And given Paris’ racy lacy bra, Elise could only imagine what kind of panties waited there. It’s like the whole outfit now called attention to exactly that, begging the question of what lovely piece was holding those stockings up.

For good measure, Elise pulled the skirt higher, then guided Paris by the ass to face the mirror again. “There.”

With the skirt as short as it was, and the sleeveless blouse open to Paris’ half-bare cleavage resting so scantily in lace, Paris looked less like the head of her department and more like the office whore.

Paris frowned. “Are you sure? I look… Well, forgive me for saying this, but I look slutty.” A classic Paris Shaw sneer threatened to cross her face, but something stopped it. Instead, she looked hesitant.

Before Paris could berate her, Elise seized the moment. “Exactly.” Elise affirmed. “This is Joshua Dutton you’re meeting with, isn’t it?”

“How did you know? Yes. Yes, it is…” Paris checked her reflection again. Her expression dawned with newfound appreciation. “Slutty.” She tried the word out loud. “Slutty.”

“You look sluttier already, Ms. Shaw.” Elise encouraged. 

Life returned to Paris' disposition. “Then perhaps a fresh coat is in order!” She said brightly. Paris pulled a tube of lipstick out of her clutch and popped it open. She re-applied a red coat to her lips. With Paris embracing her new look, Elise once again felt underdressed. Would it kill me to dress a little slutty at work? She thought. Ambitious women pushed boundaries, didn’t they? 

Paris tossed the lipstick into her clutch and swung it over her bare shoulder. “I’d better be going. We have reservations.”

“Good luck, Paris. I mean, Ms. Shaw.” Elise corrected hastily.

But she had trouble viewing Paris as anybody with authority anymore. The more Elise got to know the woman and her scatterbrained ways, the more Paris’ imposing air revealed itself to be nothing but an illusion. She was actually kind of a silly woman. A silly, slutty girl.

Joshua Dutton should be in charge of everything, anyway.

“Are you coming?” Paris asked expectantly at the door.

The synths from the computer tickled Elise’s ears. Colored lights washed over the back wall of the office. “I just, uhm. Would like to do a quick computer tune-up while you’re gone.” Elise said. “I can do your laptop, too. Is that okay?”

“Oh. Of course. No trouble at all. Thank you, Elise. I am so lucky to have you. I’m out of my depth with all of this technical stuff.”

I’m just a silly girl.

“I must be going then.” Paris said. “And don’t mind the laptop. My daughter came to visit and… Wouldn’t you believe it? She took the thing back to college. I swear, that girl. Whatever helps her study, I suppose. And it certainly wins me brownie points over her father.”

Paris popped her lips at the mirror one last time, tilted her face at a couple flattering angles, then strode through the door. When she was gone, and the room was quiet save for the gentle sweeping hums of Mindshaper, Elise took her seat.

“Aahhh…”

Falling into the colors felt more and more like getting a fix. Looking at the screen dispelled every iota of stress that Elise had been carrying. And as saturated as the colors were, her brain was starting to acclimate to them so that it was the rest of the world that looked dull and muted. Why can't the whole world look like this? Elise thought. Or at least every computer?

Elise did her new favorite thing and swung the cursor in circles around the screen. A cyclone of particles, icons and colors swirled before her eyes, imbuing everything with spirals that were oh so hypnotic.

Clicky. Clicky. Sway. Sway. Shimmer. Spiral.

Okay, so Elise could be scatterbrained, too. She had to do something important back at IT. Yet here she was… Was… Was…

I simply must play with myself at work.

Getting a little too comfortable. Letting her legs spread a little too wide.

Spiral. Shimmer. Spin.

Feeling a little too frisky. Her kitty was purring something fierce. It needed some petting…

I simply MUST play with myself at work. Joshua Dutton can handle all the important stuff, anyway. 

At the regal desk in the center of Paris’ cavernous corner office, Elise felt small. She didn’t deserve this office. She didn’t belong here. She was simply too horny for all this responsibility. What right did she have to walk around barking orders at people when secretly, she was getting dewey under thong from crushing on her hottest employee?

But oh, what an employee he was! The smartest and most trustworthy man in the office. She should rely on him more. She should entrust him with her responsibilities. With everything. 

But would he go for it? Maybe if she treated him to another big, juicy steak. No. It was such a big ask. She should be nicer to him. MUCH nicer. 

Wanna treat Joshua Dutton to a BIG. JUICY. WET. SLOBBERY—

On the screen, it was all spiral. From Elise’s wide loops of the cursor, everything spun at dizzying speeds. But as with the colors, her brain acclimated to the motion like a fish to water. The computer was perfect. It was the rest of the world that was so dreadfully, painfully still.

Clicky. Spinny. Glossy. Swirly.

What was she doing, again? She was deep in Paris’ chair with her legs spread ridiculously wide. The dainty touch of her fingertips brushed electric against her thong, as if she’d been caressing and teasing her mound for… how long had it been? Elise checked the time.

An hour. A whole goddam hour. For a whole hour she’d been basically masturbating in Paris' office.

I’m just a silly, slutty girl. I need a man’s help. I need a man. NEED a MAN.

To make matters worse, the browser was littered with all sorts of new, hot work clothes that she had purchased with the IT credit card.

“Shit!” Elise said. “Bridget’s gonna kill me.”

Fuck. “Bridget!!!”

Elise’s eyes adjusted to the office’s dim light. Paris was still nowhere to be seen. But that made sense. If the meeting went well, the Senior Manager would probably be treating Joshua Dutton to a nice, big, juicy wet, slobbery blowjob right about now.

Why do I know that? Elise wondered.  

Maybe it was because she had blowjobs on the mind. Somewhere in the tangle of webpages, tabs, and windows on the monitor, an illicit video played of women sucking cocks. It was a compilation which cut from one to the next to the next in a procession of lips on cocks on lips on cocks on lips. Thanks to Mindshaper, it looked extra lifelike, shimmering with endless fidelity that was so easy to lose yourself in.

Did I put this on? Elise was pretty sure it was already open when she sat down. Right there, front and center on Paris’ screen. Which meant it was Paris that searched for it first.

Well, hold on. It was Paris that searched for it, but it was Elise that got it working. The first thing she did when she sat down was disable the company firewall that blocked the porn with an error message instead. It was meant to be a nice surprise for Paris. When she returned she could watch all the porn she wanted.

Admittedly, Elise watched a fair bit of it herself.

The women in these videos used a lot of spit. They made eyes that said, “I fucking love this.” The technique looked easy to replicate, if you were willing to get a little messy. Some of them took cumshots across their pretty faces, and others swallowed. It made Elise wonder what she would do in their situation. Spit or swallow? Face or tits? She never before thought about the semen part of oral sex, which was silly because a big load was the inevitable outcome of a little lip service.

For some reason, Elise thought that Joshua’s cum might not taste so bad.

I would love the taste of Joshua Dutton’s cum.

But Elise had other problems right now. She had to get back to Bridget. Disaster was imminent. She left the video paused on a woman who looked similar to Paris. Her make-up was smudged, her blonde hair mussed, and her red lips were wrapped around the base of her lover’s shaft. Elise didn’t know quite why, but she was certain that at this very moment, Paris was doing exactly this.

***

“Any luck?” Elise asked tepidly when she returned to IT. She still had blowjobs on the brain, and her sex continued to yearn with dull need. But she had to put those thoughts aside to deal with the crisis she walked away from earlier.

To Elise’s relief Bridget was still waiting on hold. From the looks of it, she had been like that the whole time. She sat blankly, staring into space with the phone to her ear. From the back of her throat, she half-hummed along with the very same jingle as before.

“Bridget?” Elise asked again.

“On hold…” Bridget mumbled. “But happy to wait…”

Something was very off about Elise’s boss. Bridget had little patience for anything, especially during busy weeks like these. So why was she just sitting there, almost half-asleep, letting the day get away from her?

Bridget jolted upright, hearing something on the other end that grabbed her attention. “Hello?!” She said, perking up. “Yes! I spoke to someone earlier and they— Huh? Oh. My name is Bridget Levin.” She paused again. “Yes, like I said, I talked to someone earlier. You guys billed me and I don’t know why.”

Elise waited awkwardly to the side. I really should step in. This is my fault. And the truth is going to come out eventually.

“My age? Why does that matter? I’d like to know why I’ve been charged—”

Bridget sighed deeply, evidently having been interrupted again by whoever was on the line. Listening, she stared back into space and spoke quietly from her throat. “I must answer all questions truthfully.” Bridget said as if she was repeating an instruction. “My age is thirty-nine.”

She paused for the next question.

“Why do you need to know that? This is about my credit card. I—”

Her head swayed as the voice spoke. Elise could hear it, muffled, and it sounded like a man with an undertone of deep bass.

Bridget's free hand toyed with her Dark Crystal necklace while she listened. “I must answer all questions truthfully." She said. "I am unmarried. No kids.” Then, more rumbling from over the line.

“You want to know my…?” Bridget muttered, before getting interrupted again. She listened. “I see. Very important that you know this. Very important to answer all questions truthfully.” She said softly. “I’m a lesbian.”

The low voice rumbled a question back at her.

“I’m very sure. Only women.”

Elise held her breath. For whatever reason, they didn’t seem to be getting any closer towards the subject that Bridget called about.

“Would I be willing to… what?”

More words. More rumbles.

“Uhm. I’d have to… Think about that.” Bridget said. “I’ve never been attracted to men.”

What the Hell were they talking about?

“This is… Ridiculous!” Bridget snapped, finding her gumption again. “I didn’t call to discuss my personal life. I called because— Huh? Wait! No, don’t put me on—”

Bridget’s head wobbled and her eyes fluttered as the jingly jangly music spilled from the phone into her ear. “Hooolllldd….”

She sunk back into her seat and smiled blankly. “Why yes…” She muttered. “Happy to wait. So very happy….”

Elise hovered over her dazed boss. “Bridget?”

Tinny music played from the phone speaker. Elise could barely hear it, but it sounded catchy. Catchy enough that she, too, was tempted to sit and listen from across the room. The notes tickled the back of her throat. If she listened for just a bit longer, she’d probably be able to hum along.

But she was also fucking horny. That much hadn’t changed. And it didn’t seem to be going away.

I’m a silly, slutty girl who masturbates at work.

And why not? It would just be another one of her slutty little secrets. And it would help her focus. She couldn’t be productive when she was this distracted. Besides, the spaced-out Bridget was not paying the least bit attention today. In fact, she was starting to drool.

Elise fled back to the privacy of Paris Shaw's office and took her place in front of the spiraling screen where the spittle-stained woman still shimmered.

I HAVE to do this. I simply MUST play with myself at work.

She hiked up her skirt, plopped her high-heeled ankles wide on the desk, resumed the video, and got to heavenly work.  

***

Shimmer. Spiral. Swirl.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

To no surprise, it was Joshua Dutton at the center of Elise’s fantasies.

Though giving Joshua Dutton a nice, big, juicy blowjob was still at the top of Elise’s list, the craving had given way to a wide array of even more sordid fantasies. Ever faceless, the dark blur enveloped her, bending her over, riding her, pinning her.

Fucking her.

I’m a whore for Joshua Dutton.

Elise had never given herself so fully over to such depraved mindscapes before. She pictured herself naked and wanton, a toy for the object of her obsession, and all the while she rubbed and fingered her soaked slit with indulgent speed.

SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!

“Unnnhhh….!!”

She was going to cum soon. It would be the fourth orgasm in a rolling series of escalating explosions. Now that she was in this viciously sinful cycle, Elise was worried she’d never escape. The orgasms were too good, and they just kept getting better, and meanwhile how could she ever hope to pull her eyes away from the shimmering pornographic spiral on the screen?

“Ahem.”

That was how. A single, stern cough from Paris Shaw herself.

The once put-together blonde stood at the door to the office with smudged lipstick and her shirt half-untucked from her high skirt. The buttons were unevenly done, so the blouse hung lopsided to show one full side of her bra. She looked like a proper mess.

But it was Elise that felt humiliated. “Shit!” She stammered. She yanked her legs off the table and collected herself. “I’m SO sorry, Ms. Shaw. I don’t know what I was thinking!”

“Uh huh…” Paris muttered. She stumbled into the office and completely missed the hook with her clutch bag, dropping it instead to the floor. “It’s quite alright, Elise. Quite alright.”

She collapsed onto the office’s deep leather couch and slipped off her heels one by one.

“Masturbating at the office is… Well, we all do it, don’t we?”

Elise’s nerves sat on a perilous edge. Paris didn’t look remotely angry. In fact, she looked strangely blissful. She un-clipped her stockings from their garters and pulled them off her legs by the toes. One after the next, they snapped into loose pieces of hosiery. “In fact, I had been thinking of doing the same when I got back here. Isn’t that funny?”

The room spun around Elise in a spiral. On the computer, open tabs of porn still played. The sleazy chorus of moans and sex sounds filled the room with undercurrents of synth tones.

“You were?” Elise asked with trepidation.

“Oh, Elise, yes! You see, lunch went marvelously!” Paris unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it to the floor, then shimmied out of her pencil skirt. She was left in only her lingerie, the lacy half-cups up top and elegant low-rise panties with a matching garter around her waist. “And it’s left me in quite the heightened state. My kitty is positively purring, I mean. If I don’t do something soon I’ll explode.”

Elise felt like she was going to explode, too. She had been so close to that fourth orgasm before Paris interrupted her.

“I have you to thank really.” Paris said. “You were such a doll helping me look slutty enough for my meeting. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. It certainly doesn’t kill me to look a little sluttier at work. So please, go right ahead. I’m just going to— ahh! Mmmmm….”

With the shimmering rainbow screen spiraling before her, and with Paris rubbing at her own slutty secret spot, Elise felt herself sink back into the chair. This is SO weird, she thought. I can't possibly keep touching my kitty now with PARIS in the room. Except…

I simply MUST play with myself at work. 

Elise gave herself back to her need. There was really no reason not to, so long as Paris didn’t mind. It took no time at all for the sounds of SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK to fill the Senior Manager’s office in steamy stereo.

***

The last orgasm, when it came, shook some sense into Elise. Jesus, she thought. I can’t believe I just masturbated in the same room as Paris Shaw.

It had been, admittedly, a damn good orgasm. A full-body banger that made her slide off the chair and collapse into a literal puddle on the floor by the time it was done. Not that Paris cared. When Elise finally pulled her quivering self together, the Senior Manager was still knuckles deep in slippery pleasure of her own. As a final act of grace, Elise swiveled the iridescent monitor, still playing a collage of spicy videos, to face Paris on the couch. 

“Ooh.. Gawwwddd..!” Paris moaned when she saw it. She renewed her efforts between her legs, one foot hoisted high in the air and the other stretched out ahead.

Satisfied with her kind gesture, Elise scurried out of the office and back to IT.

There, Bridget was drooling majorly. The phone lay half against her ear as she sat slumped in the chair, and her humming had given way to indiscernible muttering. Elise was even able to dry her sticky fingers with the tissues on her boss' desk without Bridget even batting an eye.

“Huuuh?” Bridget muttered. “Whaa…?” Her head jerked. Blinking a few times, she wiped the drool off her lips and held the phone closer to her ear. “Yes! I’m here! Was on hold…. Listening…”

Bridget looked a little more alert, but only a little. Her clothes were askew and her eyes looked lost. Her pink-streaked hair was slightly matted from leaning against the chair haphazardly. Through the phone, the low rumbly voice from before spoke to her.

“No trouble at all…” She answered. “Happy to wait. So happy to wait. Anyway, uhm, I was calling about the— erhm… The—”

The voice spoke.

“The position? No. I was calling about—”

The voice spoke louder and more insistently. Bridget shivered and released a quiet moan. “Uhhhn. Right, yes. The position. That’s why you were asking all those questions before… Yes, I’m happy to continue with the interview.”

The voice spoke, and Bridget listened intently. “Yes. As I said before, I’m a lesbian. Been into girls my whole life. Their boobs. Their lips. Their legs. Love it all.”

The voice asked a question.

“Huh? Well sure. I’m very good at cunnilingus. But why are you— uunnhhh..!” Bridget moaned again as the voice firmly interrupted her. “Must answer ALL questions HONESTLY.” Bridget repeated. “Yes, Sir. I DO love eating girls out. I lick slit ALL THE TIME. Is that relevant to the Jooo—uuhhb!!”

Bridget trembled and moaned at the voice’s return.

“Mmmm, that’s correct, Sir. I’ve never— I mean— I’m not attracted to men, so— Uunnhhh!! But yes, I suppose I could learn on the job. Growing into new skills is important, and I want to be challenged.”

With each tremble-inducing sound of the voice, Bridget became more flustered. She turned red and sweaty, her chest rising and falling with deeper breaths. And her pelvis twisted, grinding into the air as she wiggled needfully in her seat.

It’s okay to masturbate at work. Elise thought. If Bridget started doing just that, she could hardly blame her.

“Would I have to fuck, or… Only suck? -- No, no! I didn’t mean— Of course I want the job!” Bridget added in a hurry.

But why did she want the job? She had one here as the head of IT. What would Elise do if Bridget left? What was happening?

“No! I can get— I can be— very wet.” Bridget said. “All the time! For pussies, cocks. It doesn’t matter. Please, Sir! I WANT this job! I’ve been waiting on hold ALL day!!”

The voice spoke to Bridget, and she answered quickly. “…Prove it? Okay. One moment! Just a sec!”

Haphazardly, Bridget tugged at her pants. She pulled them down to her ankles by wiggling wildly in her chair, and her panties came with them. Elise noted a tattoo of a rainbow fish on her inner thigh. It sat high on the inside of her leg in a place that no co-worker should ever see.

Except Elise had just played with herself while Paris Shaw did the same. Was this really any worse?

Bridget was being honest. She was wet. The aroused folds of her vagina glistened in the light. She spread her lips with her fingers and snapped six photos. Inside she was a deep cherry.

“Just sent it.” She said. “Take a look! You’ll see! My hole is perfect for the role. I promise! Come to think of it, even just talking about cocks has gotten me wet, so— I think I must be bi. I don’t know why I said I wasn’t.”

Bridget held her breath as the phone line fell silent.

"Please..." Bridget whined. “Was on hold all day… Listening. Listening to the hold music. Thinking about cocks, just as you told me to. Serving cocks. Serving pussies. Serving Masters…”

Elise almost stepped in to commandeer the phone and say, “No thank you, good bye!” Because something was horribly strange about this whole phone call, and Bridget shouldn't want any part of it. But Elise worried that if the deep voice from Wheaten Dynamics started interviewing her, she might just be tempted to answer his questions. She did need a better job, after all. And she, too, was a fast learner. 

But then the moment to act passed. “Really?!” Bridget gasped after more silence. “Oh, thank you, Sir! You won’t regret it! I PROMISE!”

The phone clicked dead, and Bridget smiled brightly at Elise. She was still naked down below, and her legs were spread wide enough to show the rainbow fish tattoo floating high on her inner thigh. “You won’t believe it!” One wet trail of arousal leaked from Bridget’s sex onto her chair. “I got the job!”

***

The blowjob after lunch exceeded all expectations.

It was the first time he’d ever seen Paris on her knees. She sunk to them tepidly, embarrassed by her own behavior, maybe even in total shock by it. And with most of her blouse unbuttoned, Josh had a delectable view into her cleavage. Her left tit had a freckle near the line of her bra. He liked knowing that. 

Paris took her time with it. She was loving and tender, and in between planting wet kisses on his shaft, she muttered things like, “You deserve this soooo much. Mwah. You wonderful, wonderful, man. Mwah. I was so afraid you'd say no, I mean-- Mwah-- It's so much responsibility I'm handing you. But you've been-- Mwah-- Such a stellar employee. I need your help with all this.”

It was incredible. She handed him the keys to Accounting and thanked him for it.

Thanked him really, really, well.

Her mouth, when it swallowed him, was warm and heavenly. It was hard to believe that a woman known for hurling abuse could provide so much pleasure with the very same tongue. But she did exactly that. She licked Josh as she sucked, allowing her lips to get caked in saliva and letting her mouth overflow until spit dripped down her neck.

“Thank you…” She exhaled between plunging bobs on his cock. “Thank you, thank you, thank you….”

It had been perfect. Maybe the pinnacle of his life. Josh couldn’t believe that things could get any better. But he also knew that he had typed so many more commands into the program that had yet to manifest. At some point, when Paris was fully committed to being his whore, she was supposed to give him keys to her house. Would she really do that? There was no Godly reason Josh should have Paris Shaw’s house keys. What if that was the thing that woke her up to the reality of what was going on?

So when Paris summoned him to her office the next morning, he didn’t know what to expect. A part of him thought it would all come crashing down. Paris was an intelligent woman. Surely, she could connect the dots between her new behavior and the obnoxious spirals on her computer. Maybe the police would be waiting with handcuffs to dole out a punishment as righteous as yesterday’s pleasures. It would only be fair.

“Come in.” Paris said when he knocked.

She wore silver sequins. A sleeveless, shiny little number tucked into a short leather skirt. And heels. Tall, pointy stilettos with open toes and thin clasps around her ankles. Her eyelids were darkened with purple shadows and her lips a shiny rose quartz.

She charged forward to greet him. “Oh, Joshua. I can’t stop thinking about lunch yesterday. I fear I made a terrible mistake.”

“That’s— uhm. Okay.” Josh said vaguely. Which mistake exactly did she mean? Giving him access to the company books, or the sloppy degrading blowjob that she thanked him with?

“No. It’s not.” Paris said. “You’ve been so good to me. A truly incredible employee. Taking on all this responsibility. I wanted to repay you and I… Well it was all wrong, wasn’t it? Terribly wrong.”

So she meant the blowjob. She felt guilty. Maybe even a little humiliated. And now she was backtracking. She probably felt like such a used whore. Why did Josh have to push things so far? The accounts were what mattered. He didn’t need a sex slave, too.

“That’s okay. We can pretend it never happened.”

Paris gasped. “No!” She was at Josh’s chest now. Her silver nails delicately toyed with his shirt while she searched for the right words. "What I mean is… I sucked you off, and I didn’t even SWALLOW.”

“Oh.” He said, speechless. That was true. At the end of the hummer, she was in the process of baring her tits for him to unload on, but Josh couldn’t hold out for that. He finished on her bra instead. “I suppose you didn’t.”

“Let me do it again. Please.” Paris dropped enthusiastically to her knees and worked at unbuckling his belt. “I can do SO much BETTER. I watched videos. You’ll see. I can be such a WHORE for you, Joshua.”

When she freed his cock, she wasted no time devouring it. She took him deep into her mouth, and when he reached her throat, she dexterously undid the string-ties at the back of her neck so that her silver top dropped away to her bare chest. On her naked teardrop tits, he found three more freckles between the two of them.

She was a fast learner, indeed. Looking up from her place on the floor, her hopeful eyes said to him, “I fucking love this.”