Sasha tapped diligently at her computer, watching as the lines of code danced before her on the screen. It was hard for Sasha to pay attention to what she was doing, though, when all of her coworkers kept staring at her tits and making Sasha so wonderfully wet. Once she’d left the bathroom in Dani’s torn jeans, Sasha had started towards her desk when she stopped, another idea coming to her. 
    Rather then go back to her cubicle, where she’d have been completely hidden away from view, Sasha had instead decided to sit at a little communal table in the center of the office. She kept her head down, as if she were laser focused on her work, but secretly she was keeping watch on all of the other coworkers, lighting up when the other women inevitably glanced down to check out her rack. Sasha had been very careful in how she sat at the table to make sure her tits were thrust out as far as possible for everyone to see. She’d gotten some lingering looks from Maggie and Jugs, and even the usually silent Carla couldn’t help but stare at Sasha’s tits whenever she rolled by in her wheelchair.
    All the attention had made Sasha feel on top of the world, but it was nothing compared to the thrill she got when Sue returned from her lunch, late as usual. Sasha had wound up putting herself directly in front of Sue’s desk, and the spoiled secretary almost immediately began gawking at Sasha’s tits. This wasn’t discreet glances like the other coworkers. Instead Sue felt completely comfortable just resting her head on one elbow and openly watching the other girl’s tits, as if she were trying to comprehend just where the massive breasts had come from.
    Sasha wriggled in her seat and had to force herself from looking up too much. If Sue saw that Sasha was aware that she was staring, then Sue might get self-conscious and stop looking, and Sasha didn’t want that. Not to mention that if Sue saw how flushed Sasha’s face was, so obviously turned on from being leered at, then Sue might only go about bullying Sasha for being so shameless. So Sasha had to struggle to keep her eyes focused on the desk, risking quick glances up to make sure that Sue was still watching. It almost wasn’t necessary, since she could feel Sue’s eyes on her like a burning presence, like being bathed in the warm embrace of a spot light.
    As Sasha got more and more turned on she stopped paying attention to her work, typing absently without any regard for what she was doing. Her work should have fallen into senseless nonsense, but instead Sasha’s speed actually increased. She stopped thinking about all the worries that normally occupied her mind and basked in Sue’s watchful gaze instead, going into a kind of trance and working with all her energy on her assignment. It was as if she were in some state of exhibitionist nirvana. There was nothing but the pleasure she felt as Sue’s eyes roamed over her body, and that allowed her to type and code without restraint.
    Sasha did know distantly that she was incredibly wet, and she had a fleeting thought about ruining Dani’s jeans, but that was lost in the bliss of being appraised. Appreciated. Like a work of art. Sasha let out a shaky sigh as her fingers danced over the keyboard, moving all on their own. Her heart was pounding and her pussy dripping, and even in such a peaceful state Sasha knew that she’d have to stop soon and get herself off or she’d likely short circuit.
    Only she didn’t want to get up and leave, in case Sue didn’t stare at her when she returned. Sasha almost hoped that Sue would just go on staring at her for hours, for the rest of the work day even.
    “Sue, what are you doing?”
    Sasha was knocked out of her trance and lifted her head to see Maggie towering over Sue with her arms crossed sternly. For her part, Sue was reacting like a deer in the headlights, her usual cool demeanor gone.
    The Korean girl blinked repeatedly, seemingly unable to think up an excuse. “Um, staring at Sasha’s boobs?” she finally admitted.
    Maggie gasped and Sasha supposed that their boss hadn’t been expecting the truth.
    “I hope you realize how completely inappropriate that is. Just imagine how it must make Sasha feel to be leered at by a coworker.”
    Sasha stood up quickly, her huge breasts bouncing. “I don’t mind,” she said, surprising herself. “Really, it’s completely cool.”
    Maggie and Sue looked at her in disbelief. Then Sue grinned broadly. “See? Sasha’s fine with me checking her out.”
    Maggie turned to Sasha, her face lined with worry. “Sasha, are you sure? I don’t want you just going along with it if you’re uncomfortable.”
    “It’s fine, Maggie,” she answered quickly. “It’s my body after all. I don’t mind if people stare at my t— at my chest.” Sasha’s head was still swimming from being stared at, but she did know that she couldn’t let Sue get yelled at for ogling her. That could start a precedent that kept the other coworkers from looking at her tits and Sasha couldn’t afford to let that happen. She needed everyone to stare at her more. She needed people to watch her tits.
    Maggie seemed doubtful, but she eventually shrugged and gave in. “Okay. I suppose things have changed from when I was a young woman.”
    “You’re still a young woman,” Sasha replied automatically, and meant it. Maggie was almost forty but she looked amazing. As Maggie blushed happily, Sasha suddenly had a fantasy of her and Maggie together in her office, with herself stripping down and seducing her boss with her incredible tits. Making Maggie watch her body, turning her on so much that Maggie eventually gave in and fucked her senseless right there on the desk.
    Sasha shivered, wondering why she kept fantasizing about her coworkers. That one wasn’t as vivid as the fantasy she’d had in the bathroom, where Dani and herself had masturbated side by side, encouraging each other from a different stall. That one had felt so intense that Sasha could have sworn it had really happened, but that was insane. It was probably just because Dani had been nice enough to lend her the ripped jeans she was wearing, after she’d accidentally spilled water all over her shorts. And her panties too, enough to soak them completely. Sasha shivered again, feeling the way the rough jeans felt against her skin, especially since she didn’t have any panties on underneath. She felt so wet already. There was no way she’d be able to give them back to Dani in this condition.
    “That’s nice of you to say,” Maggie replied, and Sasha tumbled out of her daydreams and back into the office. What had she said to Maggie?
    Luckily Sue saved her. “Sasha’s right, you’re totally still hot.” The bratty girl gave a smile. “You’ve got the whole MILF vibe working for you.”
    “Sue! That is an incredibly inappropriate thing to say to your boss!”
    “Then why are you smiling?” Sue asked in a wickedly innocent voice.
    It was true, Maggie really was blushing and smiling nervously. She quickly tried to cover up the smile with anger, but it was clear the compliment had gotten to her.
    “That’s not… that still doesn’t excuse you for talking to your boss that way.”
    “I’m just saying you’ve still got it,” Sue explained sweetly.
    Maggie cleared her throat, desperate to change the subject. “Anyway, I just came out to say goodbye to everybody.”
    “You’re going somewhere?” Sasha asked, surprised.
    Maggie looked back at her confused. “No, it’s just the end of the day. Everybody can go home.”
    Sasha went wide eyed and looked down at her computer, shocked to see the time. She’d been working for almost five hours straight? Sue had been staring at her tits for almost four hours? No wonder she was so soaked!
    Sue was also staring at her phone in shock. “Are you serious? I’ve been staring at Sasha’s tits that long?”
    “I suppose one benefit of you sexually harassing Sasha is that you forgot to sneak out early for once,” Maggie replied, happy to see Sue fuming over spending a full day at work for once. Maggie headed over to Sasha, still looking concerned.
    “How’d you do today, Sasha? I know you were behind with all of the drama in the office. Did you manage to make a good dent in the workload?”
    Sasha faltered, realizing she had no idea where she was in her assignment. She’d spent the last four hours in a complete daze. “Uh, I’ll check right now.”
    She dropped into her seat and hurriedly scanned over the code, terrified of what she’d find. Was any of her work today even usable? Sasha looked through her work and the more she read the wider her eyes went. She even double checked everything again just to be sure, while Maggie stood nervously above her.
    “I— I’m all caught up,” Sasha finally said, barely able to believe it. She was at least three days behind on her work, and that wasn’t even counting the strange fact that she didn’t seem to get any work done yesterday.
    Maggie crouched down beside her, equally surprised. “Are you really?” Maggie took the mouse and searched through the code herself, but it was clear that all of the work was there. “I don’t believe it. First Gwen and now you. I suppose that seminar yesterday really did help.”
    Sasha turned to her in surprise. “What seminar?”
    Maggie looked up from the screen, confused. “What did you say?”
    “You mentioned a seminar?”
    “Did I? I don’t know why.” Maggie shook her head. “But who cares about that. You caught up on your work, this is incredible! We clearly need to celebrate.”
    Sue had wandered over by then. She wasn’t interested in work talk, but clearly she didn’t like being left out. “What are we going to do, get Sasha a cake?” Sue chuckled over her own joke, then pouted. “Actually a cake would be kind of nice.”
    “It certainly would, but I was thinking of treating all of you to a round of drinks.”
    Sasha and Sue stared at her in surprise. “Really? You want to go out to a bar with everyone?”
    “Why not,” Maggie replied, grinning. “It would be good for all of us to socialize more. Everyone has been getting along better today, and for our first really successful day in a long time we should let our hair down some.”
    “Hey, you don’t need to convince me,” Sue said, already collecting her purse and fashionable jacket. “I’ll go wherever the booze is.”
    Maggie turned to the rest of the office, raising her voice. “Attention girls! We’re all going to be heading out to a bar to drink. There’s a place right nearby that I’ve always passed, so we can go there for a round on me.”
    Dani and Jugs stumbled out of their cubicles, actually applauding the news of free drinks. Maggie went off to try and convince Gwen and Carla to go, leaving Sue and Sasha alone together.
    “I appreciate you helping me out with Mags,” Sue began nervously. “But you really were cool with me checking you out, right?”
    Sasha nodded, blushing. “It’s fine. Everybody seemed to be staring at me all day.”
    “That’s because your tits are insane!” Sue cried out. “I mean, seriously, where the hell did those things come from?”
    “I’ve always had them,” Sasha muttered. She stared down at her cleavage, admiring them for herself. “I just always felt weird about my boobs though. Like it was wrong for people to see them. I’ve always tried to hide them for as long as I can remember.”
    “Well I’m glad you decided to let them come out to play. I mean, before you were, like, a complete nerd. But these,” Sue said, pointing at Sasha’s rack, “These I can work with. And even those ripped up jeans work on you since they show off your legs so much.”
    Sasha ran her fingers over the legs of the jeans, feeling her soft skin through the numerous frayed holes in the denim. It didn’t feel as good as when people stared at her tits, but Sasha did get a lovely tingling sensation whenever someone looked down at her legs too.
    Sue snapped her fingers, grinning. “You should totally cut the legs off completely, turn them into full Daisy Duke shorts. Let them show off your ass a little.”
    The image of herself dressed in tight denim shorts made her tremble. Would people love her ass as much as they liked her cleavage? Sasha knew it wasn’t appropriate, but she wanted nothing more than to find out.
    “I— I can’t. They’re Dani’s pants, so I can’t just cut them up.”
    “Fine, I suppose,” Sue muttered, dejected. Then her eyes lit up dangerously. “Although you and me are absolutely going shopping, and I’m making sure you dress to show off that gorgeous body.”
    Sasha actually did a double take at that. “You want to take me shopping?” 
    “Of course. I can’t let you hide assets like those under fuzzy sweaters with unicorns on them. It would be a sin.”
    Sasha felt too touched for words. Sue had made it no secret that she considered shopping to be her religion. She only went with her friends, a collection of models and future movie stars, as she told it, but it had been obvious that this honor was never extended to anyone she worked with. And now Sue really wanted to take her? Did showing her boobs really make this much of a difference in her life?
    Sasha bit her thumb, imagining the stylish and no doubt revealing outfits that Sue would try to put her in. Dressing up fashionably like that would get her tons of attention, probably even more attention then her boobs were already getting her. For a moment Sasha was worried if she’d still be herself if she started making such drastic changes, but she quickly dismissed it. She had always been the bookworm in the corner, too nervous to speak to anyone. She still didn’t have the confidence, not yet anyway, but it was time for her to get out there more and see who else she could be.
    Sasha decided that when they got to the bar she wouldn’t hide in her shell like she always did. Instead she’d thrust her tits out proudly and welcome whatever attention they brought her. And she’d go shopping with Sue as well, to get even more attention grabbing outfits. Sasha felt like she was on the cusp of becoming a new person, and she wasn’t going to back down from this chance now.
    Maggie finally returned, the other girls behind. “Alright, are you girls ready to go to the bar?”
    Sasha nodded eagerly, her boobs bouncing to show their excitement too. “I can’t wait.”

 

~ ~ ~

 

    “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Maggie asked, but Gwen was already shaking her head and smiling apologetically.
    “Sorry, Maggie. I really should finish up these last few reports.” Gwen recognized the concerned look on Maggie’s face and quickly cut her off. “I’m not going to work myself to death or anything. I just know that I took a little too much me time today, and I don’t want to make a bad example for the other girls. Promise.”
    Maggie still looked concerned that the old overworked Gwen might be resurfacing, but she seemed to believe her at least.
    “Alright. Just try to come to the bar if you can, it would be great to see you. It’s the one just two blocks over down Main Street.”
    Gwen tilted her head and tried to picture the place. She’d never been there and could only conjure up a blurry green neon sign. “I’ll do what I can, but I might just head home and relax. Next time the office goes out though I’ll be there.”
    Maggie smiled and gave Gwen a quick hug. “Just take care of yourself. The girls really seem to be turning things around today.”
    Gwen nodded. “It’s still early to say, but everybody seemed to get along well today, for the most part.”
    “Then let’s hope whatever got into everybody sticks around for a while.”
    “God willing. We could use a lot more good days like this.” Gwen waved Maggie and the others off, but when she saw Dani heading out she ran over and caught her arm. “Hey Dani, can I talk to you for a second? In private?”
    Dani glared at her suspiciously. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
    “I know, you’re not in trouble. This is just… an employee review thing.”
    Dani rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She turned around to Jugs, who was still waiting by the door. “Go on with everyone else, I’ll catch up to you girls.”
    Gwen waited until Jugs had left and the door shut behind her. Then she even went over to make sure that Jugs wasn’t listening at the door, but the hallway was empty.
    Dani laughed as she watched her. “Should I be worried if you’re being so paranoid?”
    “It’s nothing like that. I’m just being sensitive.” Gwen took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable. “Look, this is about earlier.”
    Dani looked at her cluelessly. “Earlier like… at lunch?”
    “No, I mean when you were in the bathroom. With me. And Sasha.”
    “Oh, right. What about it?”
    Gwen shivered, her fingers fidgeting as she forced herself to bring it up. Having to discuss the fact that two of her employees were touching themselves inappropriately was bad enough, but Gwen knew that she could hardly stand in judgment of them when she’d been caught doing the very same thing. All three of them were guilty of cumming at work, and she had to let Dani know that this kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable, even if she’d done it too.
    It didn’t help that all the nervous energy the uncomfortable topic gave her was turning her on so desperately. Gwen gulped and already felt her pussy getting wet from the stressful conversation. As soon as she was done yelling at Dani for masturbating at work, Gwen felt certain that she’d be running right off to do that herself. Knowing she was such a hypocrite only made the anxiety and her arousal worse.
    Noticing that Dani was getting impatient, Gwen forced herself to speak. “It’s about how you and Sasha were masturbating in the bathroom.”
    Dani’s mouth dropped in surprise. “What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything like that.”
    Now Gwen was taking back. Was Dani actually trying to act like she didn’t do it? She’d been there listening to them both. Dani had talked to her as she was doing it and tried to convince her to join in!
    “Of course you did,” Gwen continued, “And it’s okay. You’re not in trouble.”
    “Damn right I’m not in trouble, because I didn’t do that.” Dani gave a hollow laugh. “I mean, okay, accusing me of flicking the bean at work I can get, but Sasha? She’s too shy for something like that with other people around. I bet the girl’s probably never gotten herself off in her life.”
    Gwen’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Of course Sasha had cum at work; she’d heard it while she was cumming herself. And Dani had cum with them too. Why was she acting like none of this had happened?
    No, Gwen realized with alarm, Dani wasn’t acting. She’d seen Dani lying through her teeth dozens of times, but this was the first time it seemed like Dani was innocent. She was behaving as if the three of them really hadn’t fucked themselves together in the bathroom just a few hours ago. But it had happened. Gwen knew it had happened.
    “Sasha left wearing your pants,” Gwen said weakly, clinging to any evidence she could. The normally shy Sasha had left in Dani’s torn jeans, while Dani herself only wore the tight leggings she had worn underneath. It had been obvious to Gwen that there had been some kind of wardrobe malfunction after they were done getting themselves off. Gwen knew she was damn lucky herself that her pants weren’t showing any signs of her own orgasms.
    Dani shook her head. “Sasha spilled water all over her shorts, so I helped her out by giving her my pants. That doesn’t mean we banged or anything.”
    “But… I heard you both… and you heard me…”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Yeah, we were all in the bathroom, and you ran off for some reason. But none of us were getting off.”
    Gwen’s mind was throwing up bright, blaring error messages as she tried to comprehend. No, it had happened. It had been one of the most humiliating experiences in her life and she’d never cum harder.
    Staring at Dani’s confused face only filled Gwen with more uncertainty, and fear that she’d somehow been mistaken. Only Gwen knew for a fact that she was right, which only made it more troubling that Dani didn’t seem to remember, and all that fear in her heart melted and turned into pure passion, burning through her body.
    Gwen was shaking, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “Muh—maybe I was mistaken,” she muttered, turning away. “Sorry Dani. You can, uhn, go with the others. Have fun. I’m sorry.” Gwen ran off to her office, and didn’t see how Dani responded to the whole thing. The punk rock girl must have thought Gwen was crazy for coming up with such a crazy story, and knowing that she’d utterly humiliated herself in front of her co-worker sent fireworks through Gwen’s body. Tingling, burning need, even stronger than before.
    Gwen gripped her shoulders, shaking against her closed door as she listened to Dani leaving, waiting for as long as she could until she ran around her desk and dived into her chair, her pants already down around her ankles. Gwen had long since abandoned her soaked panties, and so she was easily able to slip her fingers back into her needy pussy. She wanted to cum, to blast all of her worries into oblivion like she’d been able to do all day. 
    But something was gnawing at the back of her mind. Why couldn’t Dani seem to remember what had happened in the bathroom? Gwen could still remember the entire incident vividly, since it had been one of the most frustrating and erotic moments of her life. She knew she was right, only that didn’t bring any comfort. Being so certain only made it so much more troubling that Dani had blocked out the entire thing.
    Did Sasha remember what happened? Gwen thought about going through such an embarrassing conversation all over again and shuddered with fear and need, her fingers pumping faster. No, she couldn’t go through that again. And she knew it would only make things worse. If Sasha remembered them all masturbating in the bathroom stalls then it would confirm that something was wrong with Dani. But what if Sasha didn’t remember either? That meant both girls had been tampered with in some way. Or worse, maybe she was the one who was really wrong. Gwen whimpered, body shaking wildly know as her hips thrust up to meet her fingers, desperate to cum.
    To cum and get rid of all this worry and stress.
    To cum and be nice and mindless and happy again.
    To cum and forget everything.
    “Pleeeassee,” Gwen cried out, not caring about who might overhear. “I need to cum. Please let me, ah, fuck, please let… me… CUMMM!”
    All at once the floodgates broke and Gwen came with an explosive orgasm, her legs twitching and her pussy actually squirting. She collapsed into her seat, feeling herself dripping all over her chair. Gwen worried that she might stain the chair, but then another tremor from the orgasm hit and she forgot this worry too. She forgot everything, drifting into a place of pure happiness. Back into that perfect nirvana.
    By the time Gwen came back to her senses her chair was soaked beneath her, sticky pussy juices coating her thighs and her ass. She smiled, unconcerned. It was time for a new chair anyway. She could treat herself to a nice one, one that was easy to clean.
    “Fuck, that had been a good one,” she purred to herself, idly rubbing her breasts through her shirt. She’d cum away most of her stress all day, but hadn’t felt anything like that yet. Something must have really set her off hard to cum like that.
    Gwen tilted her head, realizing she couldn’t actually remember what had gotten her so worked up. “Oh well, probably better off not remembering. If I remembered then it would stress me out and I’d just have to fuck it away again.”
    Actually, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea if it meant another orgasm like that, but Gwen knew it wasn’t wise to seek out stress. Better to live her life happily, and take care of the anxiety that popped up on its own. Content with her new lease on life, Gwen booted up her laptop and set to work finishing up the last few errands for the day. She worked a little slower than usual since she was only typing with her left hand, allowing her other hand to keep teasing her pussy. She wasn’t still masturbating because she was stressed. It was more like Gwen was coming to appreciate casual masturbation as a relaxation tool.
    After a bit more work Gwen gave a satisfied smile. She’d put in a good amount of work, even with all the time off she spent getting herself off, and Gwen was shocked to feel how good it was to be proud of herself. She let her fingers circle her clit as she hummed with pride. Spending everyday having some fun, and still getting all her work done like a good employee. Who said she had to live stressed out all the time to be successful?
    Gwen knew she should pull her pants up and get down to the bar to meet the other girls. Socialize a little. Only, rubbing her clit was feeling really good, and Gwen felt a little like indulging herself. A reward for a job well done. So instead she let her fingers continue their lovely work, and distracted herself by clicking through some of the usual system maintenance stuff for her laptop. May as well be productive with her down time too, she thought happily.
    It felt nice, pleasuring herself slowly like this. No overwhelming urge to get off and remove all that stress and worry. Instead Gwen moved at her own pace. She wished she had some nice scented candles to light, or even some porn to watch, but Maggie had put up the internet firewalls herself after that incident with Dani and Jugs. Gwen smiled to herself, realizing that it would be easy enough to get around it, or use another network to find something sexy to get off to. For some reason Gwen was feeling in the mood for something girl on girl, and she didn’t stop to question it.
    She did stop, though, when she saw the unfamiliar connection that was tapped into their system. Frowning, Gwen sat up to study it closer. Her fingers didn’t stop rubbing at her pussy lips, but they did slow down as she focused. It looked like someone had snuck into their system and was running some kind of program. Probably another company in the building, or a programmer trying to play a practical joke on them. Being a programming company made up of all women, they’d gotten used to harassment from their competition.
    Gwen smiled as she easily forced her way in to their system, not even needing her other hand to do it, which meant it was free to continue to tease her so deliciously. “Let’s find out what you are,” Gwen muttered, excitedly rubbing at her clit as the information showed up on her screen.
    Whatever she had been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been for several video windows to appear on her screen. Gwen stared at them dumbly, trying to understand why the video seemed to show footage of their office. They didn’t have any security cameras set up besides the one at the entrance, and yet there it was clear as day, footage showing the empty break room, Sue’s desk, Maggie’s office, and the cubicles for all their employees. Clicking through them, Gwen was surprised to see that each cubicle had two cameras: one set up from above, probably in the ceiling, and then another camera set up beneath their desks, staring at their empty chairs. What the hell was the point of a camera like that?
    But then it came to Gwen. Someone was trying to spy up their skirts. Gwen actually laughed. This had to be some kind of bad joke. Like something Sue or Dani would set up to mess with them. She clicked through the video feeds, seeing their empty office shown from every angle, but abruptly stopped when she saw a porn video playing among the security feeds. It was another beneath the desk shot, only this one had footage of a woman with her legs spread wide, her skin glistening with juices as she greedily rubbed at her cunt. Gwen stared at the video in surprise, but her fingers instinctively rubbed faster as she watched this other woman masturbate. At the same time, the woman on the screen began rubbing at her clit faster as well.
    Shaking, Gwen forced her hand away from her cunt, and the woman in the video mimicked her. Gwen stuck out her middle finger to the space under her desk, and the video showed the woman flipping her off. Gwen jumped to her feet, trembling with fear at what she’d discovered. It wasn’t just the fear that she’d discovered someone spying on them, but that they must have seen everything she’d done today. Why did today have to be the day that she’d decided to masturbate constantly in her office?
    Gwen noticed that the cameras had been recording, and she hastily rewound the footage of her desk back a few minutes. Sure enough she got a view of her fingers desperately fucking her. “I need to cum,” Gwen moaned over the speakers, her voice sounding so strange to her. “Please let me, ah, fuck, please let… me… CUMMM!”
    Gwen watched herself squirting as she came, her heart beating faster and faster. And it was only when she let out a whimper of pleasure that she realized she’d started touching herself again. She threw her hand away, wondering what the hell was wrong with her, but the answer was obvious. All day any stress she’d felt had turned into fuel for her arousal, and discovering that someone was watching her masturbate all day was like throwing napalm onto a bonfire. Or rocket fuel.
    Gwen let out a shuddering moan and collapsed into her chair, her hands pawing at her body. The fear and anxiety were thundering through her now, twin engines that roared and turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced. Gwen’s fingers were pumping into her again, but Gwen fought through it, getting her other hand off of her breast and back to the keyboard. She had to know.
    She clicked through the video feeds until she got to the bathroom, and just as she’d expected the pervert had put up cameras above each stall. Gwen rewound the footage back, further and further until she saw Dani using the stall, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she moaned. Dani was fucking herself with abandon, crying out Sasha’s name.
    Gwen felt a crazed smile on her face. She’d been right, it had happened. She hadn’t even remembered it herself until the fear from the cameras hit, but all it once Gwen needed to know she wasn’t crazy. She rewound the footage further, watching as Dani first ran into the stall and started masturbating. Fucking herself as well, Gwen bit her lip and brought up footage from the other two stalls.
    Now she could watch Sasha fingering herself too, her other hand squeezing one of her massive breasts. Gwen heard their whole conversation again, listening in on it like before and getting the same voyeuristic thrill. Only this time she could watch herself too, sitting in the middle stall and desperately holding on from joining them. Gwen could see how pathetic she looked, the wanton need on her face as she panted and drooled and eventually gave in.
    Gwen fucked herself faster as she watched herself getting off, her moans joining the orgasmic cries of Dani and Sasha. Gwen watched all of them cumming together, and then roared out a triumphant moan as her own orgasm struck. They came together, all four of them, Gwen’s orgasm copying the three woman on her laptop.
    Her eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed into the chair, her tongue lolling out. Gwen let out a long sigh, her hands falling to her sides as her body went limp, leaving her relaxed and compliant. She watched the footage absently, lost within her own mind, as she saw herself run out of the bathroom. Another camera view of the whole bathroom let her watch as Dani and Sasha emerged from the stalls, talking and laughing nervously as they swapped pants.
    Gwen did have a flicker of life in her as she watched Dani go blank and empty, pressing her hand to Sasha’s head and making the other girl go limp as well. They stood there like zombies, mindless and empty of all thoughts.
    “Just like me,” Gwen muttered, and then all at once her left hand rose on its own. Gwen forced herself to turn her head, watching as her hand kept lifting itself of its own will, turning around so that the palm was facing her. It swayed before her, like a cobra dancing, and Gwen felt a sliver of fear that it would lunge, before the fear melted wonderfully in her blood and made her quiver happily. Her hand didn’t lunge though. Instead it gently approached and Gwen made no move to escape. She sat docile as her left hand pressed itself to her forehead, and then she heard a voice speak from nowhere. A wonderful, dominant voice.
    “Go back into trance for me.”
    Gwen’s eyes fluttered, her already hazy mind reeling. Then her hand moved back, posing before her eyes, and her fingers snapped.
    Gwen fell forward like a puppet with the strings cut, and yet she had never felt more controlled in her life. It was as if that simple snap had made her surrender every part of herself to some other power, and the feeling was indescribably perfect.
    “Will you obey me?” That voice asked from deep in her head, and Gwen felt herself sitting up again.
    “Yes, Mistress. Your slave is happy to obey.”
    “What have you found?”
    “I discovered cameras Mistress. Footage of us masturbating.”
    “What will you do when you discover any trance of your programming?” the inner voice asked.
    “Cum and forget,” Gwen moaned, a smile on her face. Her slick fingers went to the keyboard, typing quickly to shut off the video playing on her computer. The windows of the different cameras in the office vanished one by one, and when they were gone Gwen happily encoded the signal from the cameras, this time hiding it more expertly. No one should be able to distinguish it from any of the other boring routines in their system. The only one who might notice was herself, but Gwen knew she would cum and forget anything that she finds.
    Gwen smiled vacantly and shut off the computer. Mistress was so smart and wonderful. Her programming had made her so happy today, happier than she’d ever been. And she needed Mistress’ programming to continue to be in her head. Gwen reminded herself how important Mistress Bridgette’s work was for herself and the other girls. That was why they had to protect the programming, even if it meant altering her memories. Or the memories of the other girls. Dani was good to cum and forget what had happened in the bathroom. Now she had cum herself and forgotten as well.
    Before she woke from the trance, Gwen reached down to her pants, still pooled around her ankles, and fished out her cell phone. She dialed a number from memory, her eyes staring ahead with no emotion save one: utter devotion.
    On the third ring her Mistress answered, the voice filling her with such radiance.
    “Why hello Gwen, you’re lucky you caught me. Did you remember something you shouldn’t have?”
    “Hello Mistress. I found the footage from your cameras and watched myself and the other girls cumming.”
    “Shit. Hold on.” That seemed to take Bridgette by surprise, and Gwen heard her moving through a crowd, the voices in the background getting softer. Gwen waited patiently for that wonderful voice to return. “Okay, so how did you find the footage?”
    “Your signal was very obviously intruding in our network. I broke your firewall easily and saw everything,” Gwen answered, her words in a dull monotone.
    She heard Bridgette hiss. “Of course, computer nerds. I never had this problem with office drones and gym trainers.” Then Bridgette turned her attention back to Gwen. “So how did you react?”
    “I watched the footage and came, Mistress. Then I put myself in trance and made myself forget.”
    “Good slave, following your programming so well.”
    Gwen beamed at the praise from her Mistress.
    “I suppose I’ll have to hire someone to encrypt my cameras better, though I’ll have to hypnotize them to forget what they’ve seen afterwards.”
    “No need, Mistress,” Gwen cut in. “I have already hidden your signal within our network. No one should be able to find it anymore.”
    “You are going to be a very useful slave to me,” Bridgette replied warmly, and Gwen felt her entranced mind soaring at the praise. It felt so good to be of use to Mistress. She owed Mistress so much for working so hard to make her happy. “Gwen, will you be going to the bar with the other girls?”
    At that Gwen paused. “Do I have to, Mistress? I will if I must, but I’m feeling very spent after cumming so much.”
    “No need to wear yourself out more then. You’ve earned a relaxing night in. You can go straight home and take care of yourself. Have a warm bath, watch your favorite movie. Treat yourself for tonight, my slave.”
    “Thank you so much, Mistress. You take such good care of me.”
    “Of course. Now, I have to let you go. I have your coworkers here at the bar, and they need my attention too,” Bridgette said with a crisp laugh.
    Gwen smiled, knowing that Mistress would make the other girls feel so good too.
    “Is there anything else you need to report?”
    “Only that I love cumming my stress away, and that I love being your slave.”
    “Excellent. Then you’re officially dismissed. You can wake after you hang up and go straight home to relax.”
    “Thank you Mistress.” Gwen hung up the call and deleted it from her phone, so she wouldn’t be confused by it later. Then her eyes fluttered and she straightened up, yawning happily. “Fuuuck, I can get used to this.” Gwen opened her eyes and licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste. She would definitely need to sound proof this office, because it was pretty damn certain by this point that cumming in here would become a regular practice. She took a minute to clean herself up, although she knew the chair was a goner, but it was time for a new one anyone.
    She hitched her pants back up and gathered her things, shocked that so much time had gone by. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” she giggled to herself, which was also shocking. She’d never felt the urge to giggle before, but then again Gwen had never remembered having fun at work before. So what if it made a mess and made her miss going out to the bar with the girls? If that was the price of her new stress relief technique, then so be it.
    Gwen set out of the office whistling a happy tune, deciding that she would order her favorite take out and enjoy a good bath. Something in her head just told her that she’d had a great day, and deserved to treat herself as a reward. When she reached the sidewalk, Gwen took a moment to stare up at their office, just another nondescript floor in the building. She felt proud of her work today, and Gwen marveled on how amazing it felt to put in a good day’s work. 
    She couldn’t wait to return tomorrow and be just as productive as she was today.