Chapter 3

When I say everything is off, I even stand barefoot on the carpet.

“The deal was privacy and orgasms,” Lexi says. “It’s a give and take thing.”

Again with the false confidence. Lexi is no business woman, she doesn’t have the chops for it, but the girl knows what she likes — sexually speaking. She kneels and looks at me through those large framed glasses. Her eyes are big. She’s a smart young woman. Talented. And it seems like she has an insatiable appetite for sex and all the games that come with it.

Her confidence shines when she sticks her tongue out and licks between my legs. I put my hand on the table to hold still while she does it. I close my eyes and my toes curl into the carpet. They’re doing this for titillation, I keep telling myself that I’m doing this strictly for business, but deep down I know I’m enjoying this way more than I should.

While being licked, Amanda, who’s sitting near where I’m standing, opens her legs and starts rubbing herself. She masturbates to what’s happening to me and I hate being this vulnerable to someone who only started working here last year, even though we’re both naked. I used to collaborate with Amanda’s project manager and she’d be in the background listening and staring at me. In hindsight, I’m sure lustful thoughts were going through her head. It would explain why she’s fingering her pussy so furiously and her eyes are locked on mine.

I close my eyes and try to relax while Lexi puts her tongue in deep. This is so humiliating that I wish I’d never see these girls again, that they’d do me a favor and leave to work somewhere else, hopefully never telling anyone about this. I imagine them having the time of their lives yesterday when they vibrated me. Was it Amanda who came hardest, having fantasized about me for so long? Did Josephine enjoy her chance at being a domme? Or maybe Lexi schemed this whole thing and she’s the mastermind?

My eyes squeeze shut. I feel myself slipping, my hips twitching on their own, a clenching sensation between my legs. It sneaks up on me, tight at first, then explosive. I don’t say anything. I just moan. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of making weird noises while being eaten out.

By the time I open my eyes, Lexi’s mouth is covered in my fluid. I’m looking down at her. Wet lips, dripping chin, a few tiny splatters on her glasses. Next to her, Amanda keeps her hands on her thighs while sitting in a pool of her cum and she’s breathing heavily.

I grab my clothes which had been placed on the table, stuffing everything into my arms, then I grab my shoes and leave the room, using my index finger to open the door handle. I’m sure they’re wondering why I’d prefer to be naked outside. Getting dressed in the hallway feels less demeaning than dressing in front of them. There’s no one in the hallways to judge me.

No one knows why I got a new office. People I work with seemed puzzled about my new location because they’d have to walk further to reach me. I’m now located on a higher floor in the administrative building. My office has already had a hard launch, in the sense that I’ve been naked here before. I undress, starting with my jacket and pants, shoes, undergarments. I don’t like having lines on my clothes so I place everything in a neat, folded pile on a nearby chair.

The question now becomes, how do I present myself to Clara who’ll be coming here any moment? She’s been busy lately because of a major product launch so she never got a chance to see me in action. She’s been keeping tabs on everything though. What the younger women have done to me. What I’ve done to them. The vibrations around the office, of course.

Should I pretend I’m typing on my laptop and that working nude is nothing to me? Should I try to act sexy, leaning back and putting my bare feet across the desk? Or should I be myself? Timid about letting her see me like this. I chose the first option. I access my laptop and start responding to an email in length. I’m not in the mood to work, not when I’m totally bare and know she’s coming.

There’s a knock on the door.

The moment I’ve dreaded. Clara opens the door and there’s a smile on her face. She’s wearing an expensive blouse with jean pants and heels. As she closes the door behind her, her eyes examine my nipples and look down to my feet at the bottom of my desk. Her first time seeing my nude body and I can tell she likes it.

I close my laptop and she takes the seat in front of me. Her eyes never leave me and she’s fixated on my hardening nipples. We talk about the product launch and she asks questions related to data — more specifically, the user retention metrics I’d forecast. I get the impression she doesn’t give a shit at the moment because she’s already read my reports. Clara is big on reading reports with a fine tooth comb.

What she’s doing is testing if I’m cool under pressure, if I did what I said, and if I’m comfortable with nudity and sex in the office environment. She seems pleased and I guess I’ve passed whatever test this is.

“I mentioned a bonus,” she says. “I’m a woman of my word. You’ll be taken care of.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“Can you show me the toys?”

I put my laptop aside and reach in the drawer and arrange the different devices on my desk. From the classic rose petal shape, to the classic vibrators, all given to me by the girls.

Clara walks over to me, looking at the devices on my desk, and also a closer look at my nipples and the rest of me. I’m shaved and that makes her smile. She sits her bottom on the edge of my desk and crosses her arms.

“You’re the ultimate bargaining chip,” she says. “God forbid if we had to pay those women more money.”

“So that’s what this is about? Saving a few dollars?”

“Fair market value. People should be paid their worth. Not a dollar more.”

I’m speechless for a moment, because for the last month, I’ve been on my knees eating out those young women, letting them cum in my mouth, letting them take control and vibrate me around the office. And letting them give me oral at will. All for a cost-saving scheme.

Clara looks me in the eyes while I come to this realization, then she looks at my lips. She licks her own lips while looking at mine. I’m sure she’s heard the stories about how I licked those women, especially Lexi and Josephine, who’ve trained me and showed me how they like getting service.

She breaks the tension by picking up a vibrator and examining it.

“Try it on me,” she says.

“The way it’s supposed to be done.”

She doesn’t say anything beyond that and she doesn’t move her body, she simply expects me to take charge for once, at least when it comes to this, whatever this is. When I hesitate, she holds out the vibrator, letting it hang between the tips of two fingers.

I take the vibrator from Clara’s fingers, my heart racing as I realize she’s serious, her eyes daring me to cross this line with her, in a way I’ve only done with those young women. Since she’s not taking any steps to remove her bottom, that responsibility falls on me, so while sitting naked, I reach forward to undo her jean pants. She stands and makes it easy for her pants to fall to her ankles. She’s wearing white panties and I pull them down. I know she’s prepared for this moment because she’s had a Brazilian wax, possibly yesterday or before that, it’s that fresh.

Looking at her labia is crossing a dangerous line. I’ve long respected her, everyone here does. People fear her. But she asked for this. Trying to be respectful about it, I touch her labia and open her. She’s slightly wet, and to have something like a Mooligirl vibrator put inside, slightly wet isn’t enough. She needs lube. When I look up at her, she has an eyebrow raised.

So in place of proper lubrication, I give her a strong lick, right across the clitoris. Now I have to figure out how she likes it, whether she’s a Lexi or a Josephine, whether she likes pussy licks, or hard sucking motions. Going through different motions, Clara is definitely a Josephine type, someone who likes it hard and rough with powerful suction and deep licking. It makes sense given she’s the alpha type and gets off on power play.

I eat her out for a few minutes, more than necessary, tasting her wetness, bringing her close to an orgasm. When I pull my mouth away, a trail of her fluid hangs on my chin and I wipe it with the back of my hand. Now she’s primed and ready.

Taking the vibrator, I insert it inside, gentle, centimeter by centimeter, until it’s all the way in. Every inch of the pocket sized device. I’m assuming she wants the full experience, not just a quick orgasm, so I put the vibrator in place and then pull her panties up. Same with her jean pants, zipping it up and doing the button.

“So what now?” she asks. “What usually happens between you all?”

“I’ll get dressed and we’ll go… maybe to the engineering department.”

“Giving me a taste of my own medicine?”

She watches me get dressed and I wear everything except for underwear. She doesn’t say anything about that, but I know she thinks it’s hot. Before we go, she takes my underwear and places it across my desk, right on the center, spread out. I grab my phone and we leave.

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