Chapter 2

And then there’s Vivian, the girl who spread malicious rumors about me. Vivian looks like an angel with a religious symbol around her neck and when she started working here she was the first to apologize. It was such a sincere apology that I felt it in my bones.

Vivian has this particular photo set which churns my stomach because the pictures were taken in my office. My Office. There’s a beautiful Persian rug she’s sitting on while her heels are placed on top of the nearby filing cabinet. She strikes different poses, fully dressed, and her legs open and she fingers her hairy cunt. Her pantyhose rubbing against the expensive rug that I paid for. I can barely look but I’m assuming she came.

My job drops seeing a different set where she’s sitting behind my desk – My Desk – and she’s wearing a ballroom mask, leaning back with her hands clasped together. The gorgeous downtown view is behind her, the view that I enjoy every single day. A serious expression in some pictures. Smiling in others. She pretends to type on my computer or talk on the phone. The top of her blouse is unbuttoned and her chest is showing, no bra, and the blouse is thin enough that the shape and color of her nipples are visible. Of course, she masturbates while leaning back and her lips form an O-shape while she cums.

‘Shhhh… don’t tell anyone I’m in the boss’s office.’

‘There’s nothing like having an orgasm where I’m not supposed to. Who knows, a promotion is in order?’

‘Office cum is the best cum because you’re not supposed to do it there. The feeling of power is immense, just like my orgasm.’

The pictures are so audacious that I don’t know if I should be furious or impressed. I stare at the last picture, Vivian masked and sitting behind my desk, hands clasped together, looking straight at the camera as if she has the right to do whatever she wants. That’s the attitude she’s always had, that she is entitled to everything, and her sweet smile and family connections help her get away with it.

I have every right to fire them tomorrow, but I run the numbers in my head and it isn’t pretty. Getting rid of them would wreak havoc and they know it. I could hire new content creators, sure, but the problem is finding suitable replacements quickly while we have so many clients waiting.

Vivian’s pink pussy is calling my attention from the screen. Now that I’ve calmed down a bit, I want to understand them better, because honestly, I don’t have much of a choice. On the internet anyone can be fake, but money always talks. I tip an extra $100 to get their attention.

My DM: Looovveee your content. I’m a demure corporate worker but I’ve always had the office fantasy. It gets my pussy wet. I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m very glad I discovered your page. I’m curious, can you tell me more about the boss’s office situation? Not fantasy play, but I’m legit interested in what actually goes on. Thanks.

After sending the message I close my laptop. There’s only so much stress I can take for one day. I keep my phone on the counter when it’s evening and I’m cooking pasta for dinner, waiting for an email notification from that website. My phone beeps and I check. It’s her. I turn off the stove and rush to my laptop.

Then I go straight to the website to view her DM.

Vivian (under a pseudonym): Hi, dear. Thank you so much for joining and giving the generous tip. It’s always delicious to hear from other women who share the same erotic interests. You’re right, many women desire this in the office, but not many can explore this, so they live vicariously through us. If you must know… and I can’t share much… please understand this… my boss is a normal boss, high strung, young, sexy, kind of a bitch, kind of sweet. Dresses nice. I would kill to have my boss eating my pussy or asshole, to serve me, but that’s another fantasy all together. But yeah, cumming in the boss’s office is my favorite. Want more content there? It will take a while, not easy to have privacy in the magic office, hope you can understand. My pussy aches for it : )

My first thought is that these girls – Erica, Kate and Vivian – are all about exploring their desires. The money they earn from this is a bonus, a secondary prize compared to their dress up and exhibitionism and masturbation. I’m trying to figure out if that makes this less offensive, like it was never anything personal against me.

Now that I’ve calmed down and able to think clearer, I understand why the other employees in the office are hooked on this. These girls are beautiful and charismatic. If I’d never met them and I saw this content, made in someone else’s office, I’d also be aroused if I’m being honest.

My DM: Thanks so much for the response! I’ve sent another tip. Could you make more content in your boss’s office? Tell me about her. I’m craving it. And I’m happy to pay.

Before making a final decision on how to resolve this, I need to know everything. That’s always been my approach to problem solving and that isn’t going to change.

A week later I’m sitting in Katt’s office explaining recent events to her. The porn subscription, the girls, their office exhibitionism, everything of relevance. I even confess my high school history with them and the trauma they gave me.

I go into detail about my online correspondence with Vivian and how she took nudes in my office when I wasn’t around. Details on how explicit the images are don’t seem relevant, so I leave that out, but talking about it gets my mind overwhelmed with pink pussies.

“And they’re not replaceable, correct?” Katt asks.

“For the time being. Losing them means losing almost half our revenue. Between the lease and new employees, it’s not like we have tons of cash on reserve.”

She thinks for a moment. “Well if you can’t get rid of them, perhaps you should consider an arrangement.”

“Please don’t suggest what I think you’re suggesting.”

“Discovering that your employees are engaging in these activities is certainly a shock to the system. But maybe there’s another way of looking at this. Maybe keeping an open mind to this world could be an interesting experience.”

How could this be the same person I’ve trusted so much? Katt looks calm and poised like always, immaculately dressed, staring at me with those piercing eyes. I can see the wheels turning in her head as she’s analyzing.

“I’m not making porn with my employees.”

“No, of course not,” she says. “But maybe we can explore this idea further, see if there’s a way to maintain boundaries while still trying to understand their perspective. Healing and growth often involve stepping out of our comfort zones, even if just a little bit.”

“What are you suggesting?”

Katt shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs like she doesn’t know what to do with them. When she decides on keeping her legs open, her office skirt hikes and her stockings are all that she has beneath. I swear she’s pantyless but it’s hard to be certain. I look away because I don’t want to find out.

“Perhaps we could create a ‘sharing program’ where select employees can engage in extracurricular activities, as long as they maintain their productivity.”

Katt locks her eyes on me while pulling her skirt. With her legs remaining open, I’m looking at her pussy. Hairy. Dark labia. She doesn’t blink, she projects total confidence.

“Are you involved with those girls?” I ask.

“I understand them. They understand me. I know this is a shock, but given the tight-knit nature of your team, and the fact that these employees are irreplaceable, this might be for the best.”

Without fixing her outfit, she walks to her desk and her butt is showing while looking through her drawer. She returns with her hair pussy displayed, this time with a ballroom mask in hand, the same kind Vivian wore in the online pictures.

She stands in front of me, mask in hand, pussy flaunting in my face.

“Does this look familiar to you?” Katt asks.

“That’s what Vivian wore.”

“It’s the exact same mask. I let Vivian borrow it so she can make adult content. In our private meetings she told me about your past. Then she alluded to what she was doing. So I encouraged her. I figured this would be an interesting healing process once you’d eventually discover it.”

“You bitch. You’re undermining everything I’ve worked for.”

“Life is more complicated than that.”

I’m actually mortified that I’ve called her a ‘bitch,’ though she deserves it for what she’s doing behind my back. Katt is unphased by the insult, instead she wears the ballroom mask and secures it around her face. She’s like a different person now, the mascara and lipstick on her face are more pronounced, more seductive. Her pussy still showing is the cherry on top of this transformation.

She gets on her knees right between my legs. The craziest part is that I allow this to happen, that I don’t try to stop her, and that I don’t say a word. I think it’s because I’m curious about what a respectable woman like her will do.

My bottom is undone by her fingers and once exposed she starts giving me oral. Her eyes meet mine. Staring at me. I have to pretend she’s someone else while she’s wearing that mask because it makes it easier to enjoy. Because there’s something about intimacy with someone I see everyday that’s uncomfortable, like my carefully crafted image could be shattered. I’m curious about her motives, but at the same time, I’m too caught up in the moment to care. All I can focus on is the sensation, the softness of her lips and tongue.

She kisses my mound. “As we’ve talked about, that feeling of exclusion in the office can be a painful moment. It’s a natural reaction that’s hard to override, but you can respond better to those negative emotions. Just focus on your breathing. Always your breathing.”

When she pushes her tongue inside me, that’s when I cum. I’m glad there’s a mess on her tongue and lips and she has to swallow. When I called her a bitch a moment ago, I meant it, and swallowing my orgasm is the least she can do for helping turn my office into a porn studio.

Her mouth pulls away, a trail of my fluid hangs from her lower lip, and she looks at me, waiting for me to say something. So I tell her the first thing that comes to mind.

“Not a word to anyone,” I say.

I stand and fix my outfit, both of us sharing a tense ‘bye’ when I leave and close the door. Outside the psychologist’s office I stand for a moment to compose myself while a few people are working at their desks. No one has any idea what I’m feeling, both emotionally and in my sexual area. It’s a whirlwind. A guy from finance walks by with his cup of coffee and notices me.