Chapter 3

“You okay?” Doug asks.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. Having a hot flash.”

“Oh… well… that sucks. There’s juice in the fridge.”

He walks to his desk. Keep in mind, the girls had taken turns making porn on his chair, and there’s a strong chance he knew about that. I wonder how he’d feel if he also knew what I’d just done with Katt in the office. A perv like him, he’d probably sneak off to the bathroom to jack off. But at this point, who am I to judge?

The next day we’re having a group session in Katt’s office — me sitting on one side — the girls sitting on the other side, with Katt leading the discussion. The nature of this private meeting was never discussed but we all know what this is about. No one is playing coy about this. I’m sitting with my arms crossed, while Erica, Kate and Vivian act like school girls in detention. They know they’re busted, but they won’t confess.

It’s my first time being around the girls since discovering their office porn and I have to admit that there’s something unnerving about that. I know what their nipples look like in detail, the folds and color of their labia, the particular movements which make them cum. Their fluids look different, from their consistency to levels of whiteness.

Katt breaks the ice by acknowledging the situation and our unresolved issues. The room falls silent as each person shifts uncomfortably in their seats, their body language changing as Katt speaks, becoming more defensive, or submissive, depending on how you look at it.

I wonder if the girls know that Katt went down on me? Would that even change anything? It could be my insecurities, but if Katt told them that I accepted oral from her, it would undermine my status as the boss. The spotlight would shift toward me even though they’re the ones who committed the cardinal sin in the office.

The girls finally speak.

“This was my idea. I honestly never thought you’d find out. It’s just… you know… our side hustle. Totally harmless.”

“Yeah, it was harmless. I swear we cleaned everything afterward. And I’m sorry, too.”

Silence hangs in the air with the assumption that I’m supposed to accept their apologies. Eyes go back and forth in the room. They’ve said their piece, now everyone is waiting to see what happens next.

No one could have expected Katt to lift her skirt to expose her pussy, but that’s what she does. This time she’s clean shaven. She keeps her hands on her lap and leaves her pussy showing for us. It commands everyone’s attention the way she intended. As the oldest woman in the company, along with her gravitas, she can make everyone’s mouth water.

She holds that pose until the mood simmers down. Her pussy has that calming effect.

“Life isn’t always straightforward,” Katt says. “That’s what makes it beautiful. By embracing the complexities, we grow and evolve. So that’s why I’m proposing a time-share regarding private content creation. Now I’m asking everyone to put aside their differences to make amends. You, get on your knees, between Vivian’s legs.”

Yes, the office psychologist is looking at me, telling me to get on my knees. I’m the one who convinced her not to retire after she left her previous job. I pay her generous salary. I pay all of their salaries, as a matter of fact, and now everyone is looking at me, expecting me to debase myself.

I ran the numbers again last night and I’d be royally fucked if these girls were fired or resigned from my company. We’ve expanded fast by taking on more clients and our workload is stacked. Anything less than our current standards would mean that my reputation in this city and industry would take a severe hit.

So I stand and walk over to Vivian and kneel between her legs. Everyone in this room has corporate experience at other places and it’s normal to engage in unusual training exercises. Something that builds trust. I’m hoping that’s what this is, then we can go back to our normal lives.

Vivian, sitting in the middle of the couch with her friends on each side, lifts her office skirt, then leans back like she’s expecting to be eaten out. She’s wearing pantyhose, a garter belt — no panties — and her hairy pussy is exposed in front of my face. A nervous smile grows on her lips like she knows she’s playing with fire. I’m mortified as you can imagine. Her friends also give nervous smiles knowing what might happen. Everyone in the room operates under the assumption that there’s a chance I may go ballistic.

Her friends smell weakness, glancing at each other, giving the same raise of an eyebrow when they know I’m not going to fight back. As if they’d sexually dominated others before and they know how to handle this, they slowly and carefully reach down to pull my head forward. I try to resist at first but they’re persistent. And my mouth inches closer to the hairy pussy in front of me.

If you’ve never had to provide intimate service to a girl who once made your life a living hell, let me tell you, it’s an incredibly humbling experience. It takes me back to my younger days, feeling powerless and having my self-esteem crushed. Factor in the perversity of everyone in the room watching and you have a potent combination. I can feel the eyes of Kate and Erica in my direction while I’m performing, wondering, hoping that they’ll be next.

You might be wondering why I’m doing this. If I had to give a succinct answer, I’d say it has to do with validation. I remember being younger and having a therapist tell me that all the time, that I seek validation way too much, that I’m a people pleaser as a defense mechanism. If you want to look deeper into things, such as lust or repressed desires, then you be the judge of that.

“We should have been friends all this time,” Vivian says. “Had I known you give such great head… oh god… this could have been different.”

The ultimate slap in the face, but I push my tongue deeper, making Vivian cum in my mouth. She doesn’t hold anything back. This is my first time giving oral to a woman, but surely I can’t be that talented. I’m almost positive these girls eat each other out regularly. But what’s making her so orgasmic now is the mental factor, that she used to spread rumors about me, dominating me psychologically, now I’m swallowing her cum despite being her fucking boss. I know that gets her off like crazy, somewhere in the dark part of her mind, and what’s ironic is that it does the same for me equally.

When the job is done, I wipe my mouth, wondering what the point of this is. Vivian lays back on the couch in a state of bliss, smiling at me, thanking me profusely for the pussy service. Her best friends are eager for a turn, and by the way they lick their lips, I’ll be getting a turn as well.

I’m always the last to leave so I hang around. The sun is going down. It’s been a year since this all started and it’s become part of my work/life balance. How could it not? When the office clears, I’m about to leave, but instead I open the drawer to look at the ballroom mask that’s been given to me.

Last week they were able to talk me into joining their office shoots. I let them take pictures of me behind my desk, masked of course, and I fixed my hair in a way that made me hard to recognize. I let them take close-up shots of my face and mouth, but again, discretion was a must. My personal brand and company have really taken off, so special care must be given to secrecy. But I wanted to feel what they felt. To experience the exhibitionist rush they felt.

They offered me a portion of their profits but I always refused. This isn’t about money for me. At this point it’s about something dangerous, something money can’t buy. I was loving the comments as they came in, and still come in, glowing reviews about my body, my eyes in particular. What people enjoyed about seeing me online was that they knew I was inexperienced at it. They get off knowing that this is something real. Authenticity is hard to come by with online porn.

I was advertised as being their boss, which some subscribers believed, while others remain skeptical. A lot of hype had surrounded my picture-set because the girls had taken turns masturbating in my office for the last year during our time-share when I wasn’t around and I let them use my desk and gorgeous city view in the background. Every part of my office had been defiled by their bottoms and pussies. Fingering themselves, using toys, cumming everywhere, eating each other out. Even giving rim jobs across my desk.

So far I’ve done 4 sets for them and the extra tips came flooding in.

For one of the posts, Vivian wrote a heartfelt apology to me: [My dearest boss, when we applied to work for you, we meant well. Please don’t think we were using you. The job posting looked awesome, and it was, everyone benefited from it. And we apologize whole-heartedly for treating you like shit back in high school. You didn’t deserve that. For what it’s worth, you give the best head. But that’s beside the point. We were apologetic even before tongues became involved. Another rimjob next time we meet privately? From us, to you. Deep and wet. As always. Love, Vivian]

I suppose that picture set was the biggest hit. Me bent over my desk. Vivian behind me. Close-up shots of her tongue, face covered by a mask. Close-up shots of my wide eyes and gaping mouth while I was getting rimmed, the mask concealing my identity and allowing my sexuality to have freedom for once, which is the greatest irony of them all.

Putting the mask back in the drawer, I’m ready to leave as the office clears. The girls work on their own hours, so the next time we’ll meet is next week. We’ve already made plans to exchange rimjobs again because that’s what people love. And to be honest, getting my ass rimmed by them… almost… makes up for how they treated me in high school. Maybe I’m being petty. Or maybe they’ve already paid me back in full.

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