Continuity of Operations

Henry didn’t have an office. Not really. He had an office-like structure that was a little too elaborate to be called a cubicle but still too flimsy to be called an office. The walls reached the ceiling, and had little plastic windows, but would fall over if you leaned on them. The fruits of middle management.

As Henry made his way into his not-quite office on a dreary Monday morning, he passed by his one direct report, Simone Devraux. Simone had been working for the company for six months now, and had worked her ass off to convert a temporary placement as a junior accountant into a permanent contract. Today she had shown up, as always, 30 minutes early to get a start on her task list before he came in. She was great; he barely had to manage her at all.

“Hey Simone,” he gave her a polite nod as he moved past her work area—much more unambiguously a cubicle—and made his way to his fake office.

“Hi Henry,” she said without looking up from her screen. Then, a moment later, still typing: “There’s a good coffee in the breakroom today. Someone brought in the stuff from that place on Mountain street.”

Waiting for him at his desk was a stack of papers. Drafts of the Henderson and San-Nex reports, a memo about cleaning the breakroom, and what looked to be Simone’s new employment contract. She’d already signed it.

Sighing, he pulled up the contract.

EMPLOYMENT AGREEMENT FOR SIMONE DEVRAUX

• Section 1—Position & Duties: The Employee shall serve as Junior Accountant, reporting directly to her supervisor, and shall perform all duties assigned with diligence and professionalism.
• Section 2—Compensation: Standard salary per company pay scale. Benefits per the Employee Handbook.
• Section 3—Hours of Work: Standard business hours, 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday. After-hours availability at the supervisor’s discretion.
• Section 4—Dress Code: The Employee shall maintain professional attire consistent with a fitted silhouette, hemline no lower than four (4) inches above the knee, and neckline sufficiently open to promote a collaborative and visually harmonious workplace environment.
• Section 5—Workplace Conduct: The Employee shall maintain a respectful and cooperative demeanor, responding to all supervisor requests promptly and without objection.
• Section 6—Performance Reviews: The Employee shall submit to performance assessments at her supervisor’s discretion.
• Section 7—Confidentiality: Standard NDA provisions apply. See employee handbook.
• Section 8—Termination: At-will employment. Either party may terminate with two weeks’ notice.
• Section 9—Governing Law: This agreement shall be governed by the laws of [illegible].
• Section 10—Continuity of Operations: In the event the Employee is unable to fulfill any duty outlined in this agreement due to absence, illness, or incapacity, all unfulfilled obligations shall transfer to the Employee’s direct supervisor for the duration of the absence.

This seemed mostly standard, though Henry was annoyed that the printer seemed to mangle the state legal location. It was supposed to read Delaware or Del. With the weird smudge it almost looked like “Hell.”

Moving his pen to the signature line next to Simone’s, he noticed another anomaly. Section 4 was absurd. Clearly someone had added that as a joke, or as a test to see if Simone was paying attention before signing.

He looked up at the Junior Accountant sitting right outside his doorway. She was made up and professional, her blonde hair up in a bun, youthful body hidden beneath a conservative blazer and practical slacks, a pen in her hand with “Be Audit You Can Be” written on the side. Totally appropriate for a junior accountant. Absolutely in “violation” of the laughable “dress code” that seemed to require a tight mini-skirt and a plunging neckline.

Well, if she isn’t going to check this stuff, I’m not going to fix it for her, Henry thought as he signed his name next to hers. As he stood to take the contract over to the Xerox to make her a copy, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Simone sat just as she was before, head down three spreadsheets deep on the Henderson file. But now instead of the blazer and slacks she was wearing a pencil mini-skirt and a tight white top that showed off a surprising amount of cleavage. She got a phone call and as she shifted he could see the top of her bra peeking out.

He sat back down and stared. She absolutely wasn’t wearing that ten seconds ago. He looked back at Section 4. Could it—? No. But what else could explain it? He looked back to Simone, talking to her mother on the phone, seemingly oblivious that anything had changed.

“No, mom, the contract is permanent now, so I can actually afford the—uh huh—yes mother I will still be careful of my finances …”

As the phone call continued, Henry noted a thin layer of fine blonde hair on her legs, like she hadn’t shaved in a little while. Probably borderline acceptable when wearing that skirt, though fine when wearing slacks. He had to test this.

As a Supervising Accountant, he redlined documents every day, and this was just like any other document. Usually they didn’t add to them after they were signed, but he needed to know. Grabbing a red pen from his desk, he scribbled a new addendum in the margin.

• Section 4(a)—Grooming Addendum: The Employee shall maintain all body hair below the neckline in a fully removed state, consistent with workplace hygiene standards and the Company’s commitment to a polished professional presentation.

As his pen finished the final period he looked up. Simone was there, phone call over, head down in Excel. But now her legs gleamed—so well shaved and maintained they caught the fluorescent light. What the flipping fuck.

A more moral man would be terrified by this. Henry, for good or ill, was not a more moral man.

He spent the next hour scribbling test clauses on a legal pad. He wanted the language to be exacting, and he wanted to make sure the first things he tested wouldn’t get him fired if it turned out he was having a stroke. After revision, he was ready.

• Section 5(a)—Forms of Address: The Employee shall address her direct supervisor as “Sir” in all verbal exchanges, or other similar appropriate honourifics consistent with the Company’s hierarchical communication framework.

Good test. He wouldn’t have to ask her to do anything strange. Also, she never called him sir. Because that would be weird.

“Simone, how’s the Henderson work coming along?” he asked through the doorway. “Still going to be ready for tomorrow morning?”

“Yes sir,” she said casually as he suppressed a gasp. “I’ll send it over in about thirty minutes. Oh, and I flagged something weird in the Q3 travel numbers. Phil’s team double-booked a vendor and I think they’re about to get invoiced twice. I left a sticky note on the page. Yellow one. I color-coded yellow as travel.” She flashed a quick, self-deprecating grin. “I know. I’m a lot.”

“No need to apologize.”

Now to see if he could affect more than what she said and what she wore.

• Section 5(b)—Physical Responsiveness: The Employee shall demonstrate attentiveness to her supervisor’s presence through involuntary physiological indicators, including but not limited to: pupil dilation, increased respiration rate, and visible skin flush when addressed directly by her supervisor.

He wasn’t sure how a contract could make someone have an involuntary physical reaction, but then again, he didn’t know how it could make someone retroactively shave their legs either.

He got up and sauntered over to her desk.

“Simone, when you’re done with the Henderson numbers, make sure you take a break before diving into the San-Nex stuff. You’re working so hard I don’t want you to burn yourself out.”

The effect was immediate. Simone’s pupils blew wide, and a pink flush spread from the base of her throat, racing up her neck and cheeks. She answered with a hitch in her breath, “Will do, sir.”

“Hey Simone,” said a man’s voice as Phil from sales came around the corner. “You got those numbers I sent you?”

“Yes, they all look good,” she said to him professionally. The flush almost passed as she turned.

The conversation continued on about non-work-related things. Something about what had happened on some reality TV show the night before.

Henry scurried back to his desk. He needed to be sitting because his cotton slacks wouldn’t hide his excitement.

And that hard problem in his pants made his next choice easy. He had been restrained so far. Dress code. Grooming. Manners. He was done pretending this was an experiment. He waited until Phil left then scribbled two more addendums.

• Section 6(a)—Undergarment Policy: The Employee shall not wear undergarments during business hours, to facilitate workplace efficiency and reduce barriers to the performance of duties as outlined in subsequent sections.
• Section 6(b)—Baseline Arousal Maintenance: The Employee shall maintain a minimum state of sexual arousal equivalent to sixty (60) percent of maximum capacity during standard business hours (9:00 AM–5:00 PM), as measured by self-reported wetness, nipple erection, and clitoral sensitivity, or similar bodily equivalent thereof. Failure to maintain baseline shall constitute a performance deficiency subject to supervisory correction.

Then Henry sat and watched.

It was obvious Simone wasn’t wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts strained against her top, aroused nipples tenting the fabric, the edges of her areola peeking out the Section 4 approved neckline. But it seemed normal to her. And not just to her—to everyone who walked by. Her appearance would have gotten her fired three hours ago, but now everyone seemed oblivious. He guessed it was normal now. Because that’s what the contract said.

And she was absolutely squirming in her chair, clearly distracted, rubbing her thighs together, sweat on her brow. Powering through it by taking huge swigs from her “Spreadsheets Are My Cardio” coffee mug. What a trooper.

Time to really test this contract.

• Section 5(a)—Oral Service Provision: Upon verbal request from her direct supervisor, the Employee shall provide oral sexual service to completion, including swallowing. Service shall be performed with enthusiasm, thoroughness, and dedication consistent with the Employee’s commitment to workplace excellence. The Employee shall ensure the supervisor’s complete satisfaction using mouth, tongue, throat, and hands as required. Duration shall not exceed the supervisor’s patience. The Employee shall return to standard duties immediately upon completion.
• Section 5(b)—Presentation Standard: During oral service, the Employee’s physical presentation shall reflect the intensity of effort—flushed skin, watering eyes, and visible exertion are indicators of acceptable performance.

Henry’s hand was shaking by the time he finished. The contract was practically covered in red ink.

“Simone, I need you in my office.”

“Yes sir?” she said as she entered.

“I need oral service. Under the desk please.”

“Of course, sir.” She nodded, walked around the desk, dropped to her knees on the carpet, and crawled between his legs. The efficiency with which she unzipped his slacks matched the efficiency she’d been giving the Henderson file.

Before he knew it, her lips were wrapped around his dick, aggressively giving him head. This wasn’t a demure or tentative blowjob. The contract didn’t ask for that. This was an enthusiastic blowjob that showed thoroughness and dedication.

“Guhg, gugh, gugh,” his direct report gurgled on his cock as she spat and gagged trying to get it all the way down the back of her throat. Tears were flowing and ruining her makeup, black mascara staining her face. The sounds she was making were obscene: slurping, gurgling, choking. This was the kind of blowjob that ruined a face.

“Hey Henry, you got a second?” Phil was outside his door with a folder of papers.

“Sure, Phil, what’s up?” Henry replied. Simone loudly continued her sloppy oral service.

Apparently there was a discrepancy with travel allocations that Phil couldn’t square with HR’s new time-tracking program. Simple fix—he needed to input the travel budget twice or the system wouldn’t acknowledge it. Below, he grabbed the back of Simone’s head as she bottomed out on his cock. The sound she made was a hacking gag that he was sure the whole office could hear.

“Just a second, Phil,” Henry said. He was going to finish his business with Simone.

What felt like a quart of semen burst from his cock in waves. The first two spurts Simone ably swallowed. The third was slightly too much for her as she coughed his dick out of her mouth and the cum spilled onto her neck. The fourth hit her squarely in the face.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she tucked Henry back into his pants, zipped him up, then stood. Her face was wrecked. Mascara streaked down both cheeks. Lipstick smeared across her chin. Spit and cum dribbling from her lips down her neck. Eyes red and watery.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked as if inquiring about a memo.

“No, Simone, that will be all.”

“Hey Phil,” she said in a professionally friendly tone as she made her way out of the office.

“Hey Simone,” Phil replied, showing no especial interest in her ruined face. “You know, I think you were right, Christy totally screwed her alliance by blindsiding Mike. It will come back to bite her for sure.”

“Right?!” Simone said, clearly engaged by this discussion of whatever show they were talking about, her quick smile dislodging a gob of cum onto her saliva covered cleavage. “She completely wrecked her game!”

They blathered on about it as they made their way out to Simone’s work area. Before Phil left he never noted the condition Simone was in at all.

Henry watched Simone at her desk. She didn’t clean up. Her face was still a mess. Cum and spit were pooling in her exposed cleavage, and she was just typing away at the Henderson file.

Over the next twenty minutes, two co-workers came by her desk to discuss work, never noting that her face was a wreck, her tits were practically out, and her nipples were pointing like lasers through her now near-transparent blouse.

When the office broke for lunch he saw her scoot to the bathroom, and ten minutes later she came back looking surprisingly fresh. Apparently having your boss facefuck you also meant you had to clean up on your own time. Who knew?

During lunch at his desk, he sketched out two more provisions.

• Section 5(c)—Full Physical Access: The Employee’s body, in its entirety, shall be available for the supervisor’s use during business hours. “Use” is defined as any sexual act the supervisor initiates, including but not limited to: vaginal penetration, anal penetration, manual stimulation, and any position or configuration the supervisor specifies. The Employee shall comply immediately and maintain whatever position is required for the duration of the act.
• Section 5(d)—Anal Readiness Protocol: The Employee shall maintain anal preparedness at all times during business hours, defined as: cleaned, lubricated, and fitted with a plug (size at supervisor’s discretion) to ensure immediate availability for anal penetration upon request. The plug shall be worn from arrival to departure. Removal is permitted only when the supervisor requires direct access.

He felt especially happy with that last one. He could see getting a nasty surprise without it.

His email binged. Simone had sent over the final Henderson numbers. Attached! I ended up reworking the vendor reconciliation from scratch. The old template had a rounding error that’s been there since before I started. Fixed it. Let me know if you need anything tweaked! —S

He’d almost forgotten they were due today. She really was good at her job.

“Simone, could you come in here? I’d like to talk over this report,” he called out the door.

“Coming right away, sir.”

The next five minutes were him going through the numbers, asking questions, and generally praising her work and telling her they were right to give her a permanent position.

“Oh, and one more thing—please bend over the side of the desk and pull up your skirt.”

“Of course, sir,” she said, not with resignation but almost enthusiasm, like this was a part of her job she really enjoyed. He guessed that if she had to sit around mostly aroused all day, getting fucked would be the best part.

She leaned forward over the side of his desk and hiked her skirt to her waist, then placed her hands on the desk in front, presenting herself off to the side. He moved behind her and licked his lips at what he saw.

Her cunt—and in the state it was in it was a cunt, not something nicer—was swollen and weeping. In her asshole was a pink princess plug with a jeweled end. Everything was smooth and hairless. He pushed into her with one stroke.

He fucked her slow and methodically, each thrust drawing a little “ah” from her as he angled his cock to rub the length of her clit on the upstroke. Within a minute, she was dripping onto the carpet.

A knock came at his open door.

“Hey Henry, sorry to bother you, but I need to borrow Simone for a minute.” It was Janet from compliance. “You can keep working with her, she just needs to sign something.”

Janet walked over to the desk and leaned down to Simone’s eye level. Simone was struggling to focus, but she was an able multitasker.

“Simone, can you sign this PO?” Janet asked. “Purchasing needs it before three.”

“No—ah—problem,” Simone said between gasps. She grabbed a pen and scribbled her signature on the form, the penstrokes slightly jagged from his strokes in her cunt.

“Thanks, hun. It’s great that you’re here full-time now!”

“Yeah, uh, uh, happy to be here,” Simone gasped. “My mom, ah, actually bought me, uh, a cake when I told her.”

As Janet left, Henry decided it was time to up the intensity. He grabbed the princess plug from Simone’s ass and yanked it out, quickly moving his pussy-juice-lubed-up cock out of her cunt and into her trained asshole.

“AH! SIRRR! AH! AH! AH!”

He was rubbing her clit with his thumb while he fucked her ass. It wouldn’t be long now for either of them.

“Good job, Simone!” he exclaimed as he let loose with his second orgasm of the day, filling her asshole with his seed.

“Yes sir! Yes! Ah,” she said in a voice she was clearly suppressing to be workplace appropriate as she came.

He took the buttplug and stuck it back in, letting the cum sit there until after close.

The rest of the day was relatively mundane. He spent an hour doing due diligence on the Henderson numbers—he didn’t really need to, she had done a great job—and Simone finished off the San-Nex numbers.

At five, he said goodbye to Simone as he did at the end of every day, and dropped her contract into the “out” box of his mail tray. It was due to HR tomorrow and he didn’t want it forgotten.

* * *

The next day Henry showed up early at 7:48 AM. He knew Simone would be there early—she always got in at 7:30—and he wanted to see if he could get a quickie in before they had to start work.

She wasn’t at her desk.

Bing! His phone lit up with a new message from Simone.

Hi Sir, woke up with stomach bug. Won’t be in today. Sorry for inconvenience.

Just as Henry was thinking that was too bad, he felt something come over him. A flush of heat, and his cock got rock hard, tenting his pants. He was sweating. He was suddenly wearing tight short-shorts instead of pants. And something very large had filled his asshole.

“Oh no,” Henry whispered. In a flash, he remembered Section 10 of Simone’s contract.

Continuity of Operations: In the event the Employee is unable to fulfill any duty outlined in this agreement due to absence, illness, or incapacity, all unfulfilled obligations shall transfer to the Employee’s direct supervisor for the duration of the absence.

Bing! Another message, this time from his boss, Moreen.

Great work on the Henderson file! Come to my office, would like to discuss the details.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, as he turned to head to her office.