The Neighborhood: Part 17 [MF][FF][Exh][Voy][Fdom][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 17 [MF][FF][Exh][Voy][Fdom][Mdom][MC][SciFi]**

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with a failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords or phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to, to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and after a little lip service from Janelle, is soon to work in his office. Colin and Alison had a wild night—apart—at a not-as-retired-as-thought executive’s country estate.

**Chapter 37: Bright and Early**

Colin woke up to the knock at the bedroom door. He’d gone back to the room around ten the night before, but not before a nightcap with Tabitha and Clark. They had all been naked, and they sat out on the patio enjoying the night air as if it was some sort of high-end nudist resort as one of Clark’s servants brought them drinks—though, the servant was wearing an apron. Clark told Colin that his wife was sleeping off an enjoyable evening and left it at that. Tabitha made a point of complimenting Colin on fucking two servants and bringing her to orgasm three times before his erection gave out. He got a raised eyebrow from Clark, but the small smile seemed to indicate the two men were sharing the same secret. Colin didn’t even recall asking about Alison before he went to bed.

After another polite rap at the door, Colin eased from his sleep and got out of bed, walking over to the double doors of the room, swinging them both open. He was being brazen, especially since he was sporting a morning erection.

“I see you don’t disappoint, Colin.” Tabitha said, looking down at his hard on. The blonde servant—Vanessa—was standing next to her. While Tabitha was in a sleek robe, fully showing off the curves of her body, Vanessa was wearing nothing but stockings and heels, as if they’d stripped her of her uniform, which may have actually been the case. “Mind if we come in?” Tabitha asked, but stepped past him into the room without waiting for an answer. “Oh, and in case you’re wondering, your wife is getting cleaned up. After last night’s events, she was a bit…sticky.” Colin knew Tabitha was trying to goad him, and said nothing.

“What’s this about?” Colin said. “I don’t mind the little games now and then, but I *also* wouldn’t mind a shower.”

“Right to the point,” she grabbed his cock and stroked it a bit, “and no, I’m not referring to this.” She stepped back, leaving him wanting more. “Vanessa is going to give you a massage. I hope you don’t mind.” The nude woman walked over to a small closet near the bathroom and pulled out a massage table. She set it up with few tugs and clicks, and then retrieved some towels from the bathroom, draping the massage table and going back to the bathroom, before returning with a small side table and some oils. Colin watched the nude woman perform her duties as if nothing was out of the ordinary, which, again, maybe it wasn’t.

“You just assume I’ll agree?” Colin asked. He was feeling a little rebellious, but mostly wasn’t enjoying Tabitha’s attentions in the moment. He realized Clark referring to her as a cocktease wasn’t necessarily *just* a sex thing between them.

“I tell you what, Colin, when you get on that table, you’ll realize how much you needed a massage, and I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.” Tabitha smiled. “Have I steered you wrong thus far?” Clark didn’t feel like fighting and got up on the table, feeling awkward at being on display for the women until Vanessa instructed him to turn over onto his stomach. “Relax, Colin,” he felt Tabitha’s hand on his ass before it trailed up and squeezed his shoulder, “I just want you to look back on this weekend fondly.” To his left, he watched Vanessa step out of her heels, and then peel off her stockings. He heard Tabitha’s heeled slippers click across the room, then the doors to his bedroom close. His first thought was that this was some elaborate sex thing, but then Vanessa’s hands started spreading slightly warmed oil over his shoulders, and he shuddered with the release of tension. Apparently, he *had* wanted a massage.

—-

Around the same time that Colin was being woken up, Alison rose to the sound of a quiet knock on her door. It took her a moment to remember where she was, though the fact that the sheets were stuck to her in places was a reminder *why* she was in a different room. She got out of bed clutching the giant sheet to her naked body and walked over to the door. She opened it cautiously and let out a sharp “Oh!” seeing a naked woman waiting on the other side. It was one of the servants, a brunette with a bob haircut, she remembered from the previous day.

“Good morning ma’am.” The woman said, stepping into the room. “My name is Vera. I’m here to help you get cleaned up before breakfast. Would you prefer a shower or bath?”

“Oh, um, shower, I suppose, but really, um, Vera? I can do this myself.” Alison said.

“That’s quite all right, ma’am. Mr. Brockville—.”

“Clark?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Vera said. “Mr. Brockville said that you would likely be in need of a thorough cleaning. He said, specifically, that you are a come slut,” Alison frowned for a moment, shocked that the woman would speak to her like that, “You are a little slut who loves cock.” She was repeating what Clark had said the night before—she hadn’t been there, but, but…but then her bracelet pulsed, and the feeling passed. “You can just drop the sheet, ma’am, and I’ll take you to the shower.”

“Of course.” Alison said, letting the towel fall. “There were only three of them last night—three men—but I lost track of home many times they came on me. I guess I am a bit of come slut.” She laughed at the words, but she felt herself get wet. “I could use a shower.” She said, smiling. “I really could. And you’ll…help?” She asked

“As much as you wish, ma’am.” They went into the enormous bathroom attached to the suite, and while it took nearly fifteen minutes to get Alison scrubbed down, her hair clean and shining, it only took five minutes for her to reach a mind-blowing orgasm under the expert fingers and tongue of Vera…though the multi-pulse and multi-headed shower nozzles helped immensely.

—-

Colin and Alison met in a hallway on the way to the breakfast, both being led by their still-nude servants, though the married couple each wore thin robes.

“Good morning!” Alison said brightly at seeing her husband. She embraced him and gave him a kiss. “You got the spa treatment this morning, too, I see?” She said.

“A massage, a hot shave,” he rubbed his smooth chin, “and then an amazing shower. Puts ours at home to shame, though I’d hate to see the water bill.” The servants continued to lead them through the dining room and out onto a semi-shaded patio. The air was warm and full of the scents of several blossoming plants, though Colin was also happy to catch the scent of coffee. Clark was reading the Financial Times and Tabitha was playing with her phone. They both wore robes similar to their guests, and it was clear all four of them wore nothing underneath.

“Ah, excellent, right on time.” Clark said, setting his newspaper aside and issuing for the couple to sit down. “Vera, Vanessa, you may go get dressed to serve breakfast.” The women nodded and disappeared back into the house.

“I hope you don’t mind our little games this morning.” Tabitha said. “We spend Sundays as naked as possible.”

“Keeps the spice in life.” Clark said.

“But it also reminds us—my husband in particular—to relax. It’s difficult to get too into business when everything is hanging out.” She reached over and grabbed her husband through his robe before letting go with a smirk.

“I suppose.” Colin said, diplomatically.

“The robes are for breakfast, but wear or don’t wear whatever you want afterwards.” Tabitha said. “Will you be staying for lunch? The chef makes a wonderful charcuterie spread. Aperol spritzes and a lovely rosé to pair.”

“Not this time, I don’t think.” Colin said. “This has all been…pleasant…but we still have a few things to take care of before the weekend is out. If that’s okay?”

“Of course, Colin.” Clark smiled. “We may be well-off, but I fully recognize not *every* Fenris employee has a full staff of servants.” He looked up. “Ah, here’s breakfast.” The two servants entered with rolling catering carts. To say they were dressed for service was a bit of an exaggeration. Both women were back in heels and stockings, but wore nothing but frilly aprons that barely covered their nipples and *just* reached their upper thighs. Their asses, and then some, were exposed, especially as the bent at the waist to lower trays of food to the table.

There was a range of eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, waffles, and more, with Bellinis and Mimosas on offer as well. All Colin thought about was how much of the food would go to waste. Still, he wasn’t about to bring up the issue of excess after the events of the previous night. He enjoyed the meal, regardless, but didn’t indulge in the alcohol, knowing he had work the next day. Alison, on the other hand, had a fair share of breakfast cocktails.

They returned home shortly before noon, leaving Clark and Tabitha lounging naked by their pool. Colin and Alison stopped for a quick bite in town before heading back to their house. Alison was being tight lipped about her adventure with Clark the night before, though Colin wasn’t exactly offering full details about his night either, or the morning massage that had a happy ending. He had a sneaking suspicion that his wife received similar treatment from Vera, the very woman he’d fucked the night before. Alison had become much more open to new sexual experiences, though she claimed she had some dalliances with women in college. Still, none of it seemed to shake Alison, and she even offered to blow him on the car ride home, and, while tempting, his mind was occupied. Colin was still trying to work through whether or not the Brockvilles—perfectly pleasant Clark and Tabitha, emphasis on the veneer of perfection—had ulterior motives.

When they entered their house, he saw Stella coming down the stairs wearing a tiny dark blue bikini. She yelped, covered herself with her hands, and dashed back up the stairs. Colin caught a glimpse of her pale ass, and realized the bikini was partly sheer.

“I guess she wasn’t expecting us home so early.” Alison laughed. “I’ll got talk to her.”

“I don’t mind if she wears that bathing suit.” Colin said. Alison rolled her eyes and went upstairs. He watched his wife climb the stairs in her sundress, catching a glimpse of her ass as she reached the landing. She’d gone without a bra or panties after getting dressed to depart the country house. His mind really had been on other things, since he hadn’t noticed until she told him—then showed him—at the restaurant. He’d been half-hard since. He was tempted to follow his wife up the stairs, get another good look at Stella, too, but it was Sunday. “A day of rest.” He sighed, and went looking for a cold drink.

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**Chapter 38: Stella’s First Day**

While Colin appreciated his morning ‘skill building’ with Natalie, he often blocked off time to jerk off in the early afternoon. It cleared his head, but he also just appreciated the freedom of doing it without the threat of interruption. Afternoons were never that busy, especially as he was the one creating the meetings for the most part. Colin had just unzipped his pants and was getting ready to jerk off to some new pictures of Gretchen—she’d bought some very sexy lingerie to replace what she left on the commuter bus—when he was startled from his screen.

“What the fuck, Colin, your secretary won’t let me see you?” Stella threw the door to his office open with Natalie close behind her.

“Mr. Turner, I told her that I needeed to buzz you, at least, before she went in.” Natalie’s eyes were wide. She looked more afraid than angry. Colin might have words with her later—alone—but he wasn’t going to yell at her in front of another employee, let alone fire her. She was progressing nicely with his more traditional approach to using the bracelet on her. Natalie’s skirts were a few inches shorter than when he first met her, the hints of the tops of her stockings occasionally visible when she crossed her legs. An extra button was always undone on her blouse, and all her bras now accentuated her breast size and cleavage. He had stopped her wardrobe shift before it got ridiculous, but he enjoyed looking at her even more, and no one else seemed to blink at the change.

“It’s fine, Natalie,” she looked relieved after he spoke, “this *once*. We’ll give her a lesson like Kristie got if she doesn’t learn to behave.” He winked at his secretary. “Stella is new, so she doesn’t know the protocol. You can go. Close the door behind you.” She did so with a quiet ‘yes sir’. “You don’t go storming into an executive’s office, Stella, even if you live with them.”

“She didn’t *just* say she wouldn’t buzz you; at first, she said I needed an *appointment*.”

“Did Natalie know who you *were*? Did you give her your *name*?” Stella squinted at the question. “So, some random Fenris employee comes barreling into my office, and you expect my secretary to just wave her in? If you had at least said your name was Stella—or Ms. Drury—Nat would’ve put two and two together. She did process your hiring paperwork, you know.” He looked her up and down. She was wearing a svelte dark blue skirt suit, dark stockings, heels. He’d never seen her dressed in much beyond casual attire. She looked good, professional…sexy. He’d already had the start of an erection, but he got harder seeing her.

“So, yeah, you noticed my suit. That’s what I’m here about. Security sent me home this morning…to *change*!”

“What were you wearing before?” He asked innocently.

“Jeans and a t-shirt, sneaks…you know, what every *other* programmer fucking wears every fucking day.”

“Not at Fenris, not the women, at least.” He added.

“I thought the employee handbook was for the corporate people, not the techies.”

“Everyone on your team is wearing business attire, Stella. The male techies don’t have to wear ties or jackets in their office space…more for safety reasons, but that’s the only exception we make. You’re all programmers, developers, software engineers…it’s not construction work, you know? White collar?”

“Well, if you want my radical fucking honest opinion on it, it’s old fashioned and sexist. I mean, stockings? Who even *owns* those? I fucking don’t! You’re lucky I had two suits in my luggage back at the house as it was, except the other suit has *pants*, so I can’t even wear that unless it’s Friday. What. The. Fuck?”

“Fenris is a little old school in some ways, but forward-thinking in plenty others. You didn’t tell me about your in-processing this morning, the EEO session…”

“Oh, you mean the strip tease? Yeah, real forward-thinking…I always wanted to see a guy’s cock in an HR briefing.”

“But you *asked* to see it, didn’t you?” He said, knowing how it likely went.

“They *led* me to that response. I figured out what was happening, the *test*, in the first minute or so. I wasn’t sure they would even go through with it, but there he was—there *it* was. *They* actually had to stop things because I was prepared to have the guy come on the table. You should’ve seen the guy, he was seconds from blowing his load. So, yeah, I blue-balled some HR flunky on my first day.” Colin suppressed a laugh. He wasn’t sure if this was normal Stella or modified Stella speaking, but it was fine either way.

“So, if I’m understanding you correctly, you’re wearing pantyhose, not stockings?”

“*That’s* what you focus on? Yes, Colin, I’m wearing fucking pantyhose. It’s all I had.” She snarled.

“Well, okay then.” He stood up, coming around his desk. “Start taking off your suit.”

“What?” She asked, blinking at him in confusion. “Fuck, Colin!” She half-covered her eyes. “That’s your dick.”

“You forced your way into my office right as I was about to start my afternoon jerk off session.”

“You just jerk off at work?” Stella snapped.

“Executive privilege,” he stroked himself briefly, “but it’s *also* why my secretary doesn’t normally let people barge in on me.” He said. She was looking down at his penis, the gentle motion of his hand. “Suit or no suit, *you need to understand, Fenris works differently*.” She blinked, her eyes not blanking like they had in his early tests with her, and she even started to speak, but stopped short, instead slipping off her suit jacket. “I’m an executive, you’re my employee, and you’re out of dress code. So,” he stepped forward and unzipped her skirt on the side, “let’s fix that.” Stella clutched at her skirt as it fell down on her hips. “And the shirt,” he added, unbuttoning one of the buttons, “and step out of the heels.”

“So, this is what the *big man* executives do to their female employees? I fucking left my other job to get away from this shit, you know? *You* told me to leave.” For all her complaining, her blouse was already unbuttoned. She kicked off her heels, dropping an inch or so in height, and then removed the blouse, followed by stepping out of the skirt. She let it all fall to the floor. “Is the power trip doing it for you? Are you getting nice and hard?”

“Well, I thought that was obvious, wasn’t it?” He said, giving a slight smile. He saw her glance down at his crotch, but she returned to his gaze, fire in her eyes.

“What do you expect to happen, here?”

“I told you I was about to jerk off when you burst in.” He shrugged.

“You—you really were serious?”

“Executives are expected to keep focused at work. A little hard to be focused when you’re, well, a little *hard*.” He stroked himself once more.

“Now what?” She asked. He took a step back, really looking at her, but ceasing his self-teasing. She put an arm across her chest, suddenly shy. He walked around her, slowly, looking her up and down. She was wearing a white bra, more of a cotton and lace tank top than anything, and a black thong under her dark pantyhose.

“Well, now…” he drew out the word, “based on what I’m seeing, you’re *very* out of compliance. Take it all off.”

“Colin, okay, lesson learned. I’ll read the employee handbook—I’ll make sure I don’t interrupt your *future* jerk-off sessions—but just because I—just because I got topless to use the hot tub—it doesn’t mean that…I only did that *just* that one time!”

“Well, I did see you in that bathing suit yesterday…pretty revealing, if you ask me, though I am not complaining.” He stared back at her, calm, but serious in his expression.

“You can’t be—.” Stella stammered.

“You can take it off, or,” he started stroking himself more vigorously, “I can give you a reason to want to take it off.”

“What does it matter what I’m wearing underneath my clo—.”

“The pantyhose…no. The non-matching underwear…also, no.” Colin tapped his intercom. “Nat, can you come in her, please?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, turning back to Stella to see her go pale.

“Colin! No, don’t call your—.” She bit her bottom lip, something she shared with her sister.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Turner? Oh…” Natalie stopped in the doorway but had enough sense to close it behind her at seeing the undressed woman and her boss’s arousal.

“This is Stella *Drury*.” Colin pointed at his nearly-naked sister in law.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry Ms. Drury. I hadn’t realized who you were.” Natalie said, walking toward Colin and facing Stella.

“You don’t have anything to say about this?” Stella exclaimed, throwing her arms wide before realizing she was uncovering herself. “Fuck!”

“You’re out of dress code.” Natalie said.

“Are you…are you both crazy?” Stella snapped.

“I’m going to go get some coffee at the café.” Colin said, putting his erection away with a little difficulty. “Stella, I’d like you to strip when I’m gone—completely.” Stella blinked at him, not even sure what she was hearing. “Natalie, after she’s naked, take Stella down to meet the team. Have them strip, too. Tell them I said it’s for team building purposes. They’ll do it.”

“Um, yes sir.” Natalie said.

“I am *not* walking naked in the hallways!” Stella snapped.

“Quiet, Stella. It’s not that long a walk, and the hallways are pretty empty this time of day.” Colin said sternly, gesturing to Natalie to leave them for a moment. “Also, you’re in no position to argue.” Natalie left, closing the door behind her. “*Never* speak out against me in front of my secretary. I don’t care if you do it in the lab—for work—but you need to know your place in the office hierarchy. Our family relationship stops at the gates to *Fenris*, understand?” She glared at him. “Answer me.”

“I understand.” She muttered. “But you humiliated me on purpose.”

“I was trying to *help* you, Stella. You may not think much of it, standing here in just your underwear, but it didn’t *have* to be me, you know. Any other executive—or even a manager—could have asked to verify your compliance.”

“And stripped me?” She said, incredulous. As much as she was protesting, her nipples were hard and her breathing tight. Colin knew than if he decided in that moment to take further advantage, he’d find her wet and ready.

“You are *not* naked, Stella.” He smirked. “Not yet, but I’ll save that pleasure for later.” He was enjoying watching her squirm.

“You weren’t serious, were you, about me getting naked? About the team…?”

“It won’t be the first time they’ve done it, and I want to make sure you’re fully integrated…and quickly. I really do want your help on our project, Stella, but in the meantime, *you need to be more free*.” He said, and he watched her relax, ‘compliance’ spreading over her face. “A young attractive woman like yourself should enjoy letting people see her naked. When I step out the door, strip. Understand?” She nodded dreamily. He left his office and stopped to talk to Natalie. “After you drop her off at the lab, and *after* you verify everyone on the team gets naked, collect her underwear, get the sizes, and head downtown for me?” Natalie nodded. “Stella will need a week’s worth of matching lingerie, and stockings, obviously. Does that sound right, Natalie?” His secretary nodded again. “Use my personal account, not the petty cash. When you return with the new clothes, allow them all to get dressed.” He left her to it and wandered out toward the café, whistling to himself.

—

**Chapter 39: Alison and Fiona Enjoy the Afternoon**

Colin was slightly disappointed to ride the bus home alone, though given he left work an hour before most people did, it was understandable. He was about to call out to Alison when he heard her moaning from a distance. He quietly made his way into the kitchen area saw the reason why. Out on the patio, Fiona was fingering his wife while Alison played with and nibbled at Fiona’s ample breasts. Since he was already being a voyeur, Colin took a couple of photos with his phone before making his way to the open patio door.

“You know,” the women both startled as he spoke, Alison looking over at him with a flush of embarrassment and arousal on her face, “air conditioning costs money.” He smirked and closed the sliding glass door behind him.

“I know for a fact,” Fiona said, surprising Alison by sliding two fingers back inside her, “you can afford it.”

“So, I’m not interrupting?” Alison looked embarrassed, shy, but it didn’t seem to faze Fiona or slow her pleasuring of his wife. Colin though it was probably the reaction the woman was looking for in the moment.

“Would you like me to join you?” Colin asked.

“As much as I would enjoy a good fucking right now, the husband doesn’t like me having sex off the leash.” Colin tilted his head, confused. “Not an *actual* leash, you pervert.” She laughed. “He likes to *watch*—at the very least.” She added. Alison said nothing, keeping to herself, eyes closed, even though she was clearly enjoying Fiona’s handiwork.

“What’s for dinner, Alison?” He asked, and she gasped, the pleasure of the command hitting her, only amplified by Fiona. Alison’s body rocked, and she grabbed at her breasts as the orgasm hit her. She was mortified to be caught like that, *cheating*! The word was coursing through her mind with equal intensity of the orgasm. She loved Colin, was loyal to him, desired him, but Fiona—it was just a massage at first, playful, teasing, sure, but just a massage. Fiona had known exactly how to touch her, though, tease at her labia, her nipples, across the line of her neck…before she’d known it, they were kissing, Fiona working her clitoris about as well she could herself. When Colin had shown himself, she’d been so close to orgasm, but she’d frozen in fear, unsure of his reaction. And when he’d been okay with it…she blushed, the last wave of her pleasure fading.

Fiona got up from the lounger and casually walked over to Colin. She took the fingers she’d been using on Alison and slipped them right into his mouth. He didn’t stop her even as she pumped her fingers a few times. Colin slipped a hand between her legs, teasing at Fiona’s bush, and she smiled, withdrawing her fingers.

“That’s getting dangerously close to sex.” She said.

“I have no idea what you mean.” Colin smiled, moving his hands to her chest. Her nipples were already hard, but he enjoyed the sensation of the heft of her breasts. She was about the size of his secretary, though Natalie’s breasts were much more pert. Fiona’s larger nipples were fascinating, and he traced the areolas as she looked up at him.

“You are making me wet, honey…or wetter, I should say. I really need to go, to be home for Jim. You two can…um…come over for dinner… or *drinks* after dinner…?” It was clear just from her tone that food or drinks weren’t what was really on the menu, though the hand on the front of his pants made her meaning abundantly clear.

“We appreciate the offer, Fiona,” Colin said, allowing her to continue to massage him, “but raincheck for tonight? I’m a bit tired from work and don’t think I’d be at my best.” She nodded, backing away.

“Well, if you don’t mind, then, I think I’ll get dressed and have Alison walk me home?” She looked to Alison, who was shyly putting on her bathing suit. “Girl talk.” She added to Colin. “Don’t worry, I’ll send her home in one piece.” She winked.

“I guess I’m going to go change out of these work clothes, then. I’ll see you around, Fiona. And Alison, you may want to put on your cover-all in that thong. I don’t need *more* random neighbors sniffing around the missus while I’m at work.” He laughed and left them, grabbing a beer before heading upstairs. Thinking back, though, it hadn’t appeared Alison was planning on covering herself at all.

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**Chapter 40: Stella Needs to Be Cool**

Colin took his time upstairs, carefully putting away his clothes and picking out his suit and tie for tomorrow. He was down to his boxers and the beer was almost empty. The worst part was, he still had a lingering erection. It wasn’t distractingly hard, but the front of his shorts was slightly tented. He never did finish his jerk-off session, getting caught up with a budget meeting before he’d even made it back to his office after coffee. He heard Alison come in and yelled downstairs.

“Hey, can you bring me up another beer?” The thought of his wife made him harder, and he pulled off his boxers, hoping to surprise her, not that she needed much convincing these days. He heard her trudging up the stairs—as if angry—and he wondered if something had happened with Fiona. He moved out into the hallway and stopped short. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Here’s your beer, asshole.” Stella said.

“I thought you were Alison.”

“I hope so, given how you’re dressed.” Which is to say, he wasn’t. “Is this how it’s going to be now?” She glanced down at his lingering erection and quickly averted her eyes. “One show after the other? Your cock always in my face? Where *is* Alison? She should would probably like to hear happened today.”

“Your sister is still out walking with one of our neighbors. And need I remind you that you signed multiple NDAs at work today? What exactly do you think you’re going to tell her?”

“You made me get *naked* at work!”

“I wasn’t in the room, remember? I made my *team* get naked for team building. You just happen to be *on* that team, now. At best, I saw you in your cheap mismatched underwear—as part of my job duties, I might add—so what are you going to tell her? You can’t tell her about the contents of the employee guidebook. NDA. You can’t tell her about the actual work. NDA. Get it?”

“I can still quit!” She snapped.

“Why? Is the work bad, the environment? What are you really mad about?”

“It’s not the work, okay? It’s interesting. Even the people are nice…I mean, I was—we all were—naked for half the day, and we still got a lot of stuff done. But it was humiliating!”

“It’s team building. And you’re seeing me—your boss—naked right now.” She rolled her eyes as he took a sip of his beer. “Did they tell you *why* it started?”

“Kristie told me…” She hesitated. “She said you actually tried to *just* have the men strip—to teach them a lesson.”

“Exactly. She joined them out of solidarity, and *I* implemented *her* idea for my latest problematic employee.”

“The worst part…the most humiliating part…none of them commented or made a move on me!” She hissed.

“You’re serious?” Colin chuckled. “You’re actually mad they acted professionally even though you were all naked? Now I know why you were stomping up the stairs. I’m not sure what the female equivalent of blue balls is, but—.”

“It’s not funny!” She snapped. “I…I’m young…I’m attractive. I *don’t mind* letting people see me naked.” She admitted, though it took Colin a second to realize *he* had actually told her to think some version of that earlier in the day. “With all this radical honesty bullshit, I figured someone would have at least propositioned me. I would have said no!” She countered quickly. “But I don’t think any of those guys even got hard. What the hell?”

“How closely were you monitoring their dicks?” He asked, laughing.

“You know what I mean!” She snapped, but the question made her look down at his waist again.

“*I’m* hard right now.” He said, taking a moment to stroke himself. She was watching him, but feigning disinterest. He stopped.

“You know what I *fucking* mean!”

“Some of them are married.” Colin said, trying not to laugh. “So that might be *part* of the issue. Regardless, did you honestly think one of them was just going to bend you over the conference table? Slip their hard cock right into your hot and ready pussy?” Stella stared back at him, shocked to the point of being speechless. “Oh, please, don’t act like the thought didn’t cross your mind.” She sputtered in protest, but he continued. “A little workplace fantasy can be just that, you know. No one has to act on it, but then, at Fenris, you *can*—with the right paperwork, at least.” She looked away. “You want to tell Alison? Fine. That’s up to you, but not a word about the actual work, or the workplace environment…so it might be awfully difficult to explain exactly how you found yourself naked.”

“And another thing…”

“Do tell, Stella…”

“I’ve read through the base code. I understand what this project is, Colin. Do you hear me? I *understand* what it *does*. I can read the code, damn it! And it’s some weird shit.”

“Well, that does change the subject, doesn’t it?” He sighed. “Well, *you should loosen up*, Stella.” Colin said. Stella’s eyes glazed for a moment, and then went wide.

“You…I think you just *used* it on me…” She muttered, but seemed far less focused.

“A lot of people are enrolled in the program, Stella.” He smiled politely. “Still, I don’t know why you would think I’d need to manipulate you.”

“Don’t bullshit me.” She was clenching her fists at her sides. “You just said…*something*…and I got *wet*.” She whispered. “Like, *really* fucking wet.”

“Come on, Stella, *really*? You are more than a bit distracted right now. You yourself said you were sexually frustrated today, and—once again, I might add—you walk in on me when I’m hard as a rock.”

“It’s not like that!” She snapped.

“I’m not naked? I’m not aroused?” He touched himself again. “You’re not *wet*?” He mocked her whispered tone. He shrugged. “Can’t you just go in your room and, you know?” He made a fingering a gesture. She clenched her jaw, frowning at him.

“I *know* what you trying to do to me.”

“I want to be very clear, Stella…whatever you *think* is happening here, it isn’t. Maybe it’s the new clothes? They’re sexy, right? I bet you’re not used to wearing that stuff. All that soft lace and such up against your body.” She was almost shaking. “Probably makes you uncomfortable, so *you should loosen up*.” She took a sharp breath. “It would probably make you a lot more comfortable to get out of those clothes as soon as you get home, the less the better?”

“Probably?” She asked. “Probably…” But she was nodding in agreement. “I feel…horny.” She whispered the last word.

“If you’re horny, it’s because you need to get some.” He smirked. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, never shy about looking at me in the buff.” She was eyeing his erection unabashedly. “The shop where you got your bathing suit sells sex toys, too, I think, if you can’t find a flesh and blood option.” Anger flared in her eyes.

“Is that what this about, Colin? You want to fuck me?” She snapped, her voice rising. He’d pushed a little too hard, but she hadn’t said a word about his nudity, and he’d noticed she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse as they were talking.

“Keep your voice down. I was attempting to keep this a *polite* conversation. If we *fuck*, Stella, it will be because *you* ask *me*…and *maybe*, maybe if I’m feeling *kind* that day, I’ll let it happen. Do you think Alison would really care in the long run?”

“What?” She asked, shocked.

“I’m serious.” He said. “We’re an open couple, more or less. Your sister, who you’re *sooo* worried about, was just getting fingerbanged by one of our neighborhood friends when I got home. She came so hard, and I think paret of it was that I walked in on them in the act. Alison is walking *her* home right now.” Stella blinked. “And this weekend? Both of us were with multiple partners. Alison *teases* me about you, but honestly, she wouldn’t blink if I let things go further. She sees the way you flirt with me. I have a sneaking suspicion she wants me to get it out of my system.”

“You’re crazy. My sister would never—.” She huffed. “I do *not* flirt with you!”

“*You should be more open*.” Her eyes glazed again, and he saw her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her blouse. “*You’re fascinated by my cock*. It’s why you’ve been stealing glances for half our conversation.” I had been more than glances, but now it was reinforced. She seemed unaware she was teasing her own nipple.

“I haven’t…I haven’t had sex in a long time, Colin…a long time.” She was almost pleading, though Colin knew that wasn’t exactly true. Maybe Stella didn’t consider what she had done with Janelle to be *sex* in the traditional sense, but he had no doubt Janelle brought his sister-in-law to climax.

“You should change out of those work clothes.” Colin said. “You can begin now.” He added. She blinked, but started on the remaining buttons of her blouse. He was stroking himself more steadily. She looked down at him, stopping with her blouse undone but still tucked in her skirt. “*Get on your knees*.” She did as he asked and Colin caught a glimpse of her small breasts now clad in a lacy and expensive looking bra. It wasn’t very revealing, but it showed off every curve of her. He wondered how much money Natalie had actually spent on Stella, but he pushed it out of his mind. It didn’t really matter.

“I just want to touch it.” She said, and without further prompting, grasped his shaft.

“Now take the tip in your mouth, up and down, just a little…” She hesitated for a moment, but then started sucking him like a lollipop, in and out, with a few gentle licks. He let it go on for just a few strokes, though he was very much enjoying it. He stopped her and made her stand. “Don’t worry about what the program *does*, Stella. Focus on your part of the code. Get the API working.” He took another drink of his beer. “Now, go masturbate until you come, you deserve it after a long first day.” She blinked but seemed to accept the commands and walked away toward her bedroom, closing the door behind her. He stood there stroking himself for a minute, hearing Stella’s vibrator turn on shortly thereafter, and then the soft moans of her enjoying herself.

He was half-tempted to take his wife when she got home, bending her over the arm of the couch or something—a vision of Clark and Tabitha’s servant flashed through his head—but he decided to use some of the pictures on his phone of Gretchen, what he’d been prevented from doing earlier in the day by Stella’s interruption at work. He jerked off into a towel, but not before sending a picture of his cock to her with the message, ‘Enjoying your photos again’ to let her know exactly what he was up to. She texted a picture of her pulling one boob free of her bra at home, with the response, ‘add it to the collection’. It was silly, but he did.

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**End, Part 17**

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