Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family’s wealth and position. Even so, he’d been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.
Somehow though, word had gotten out. No one seemed to know quite which manager it was, though there were always theories and many of the female workers started to walk more cautiously around their superiors. It was not a happy time, nor a place to let down your guard. In fact, for a normal person it would have been stressful and hellish.
But Lucy had always known that she wasn’t a normal person. Her first reaction upon hearing the rumour had not been horror or repulsion, but a guilty sense of desire. Her first thought hadn’t been sympathy for the poor secretary, but something rather more selfish.
Why wouldn’t it have been me? Were the words she refused to say out loud, fearing what her coworkers would think. But they rang true inside of her all that week. An aching want which filled her up and muddled her thoughts.
Lucy was a redhead, a petite woman with deep green eyes and a face splashed with freckles. If you asked anyone who knew her, they might say she was a joy to speak to and behold. She hoped that this was true at least, she tried very hard. She was the sort of person who needed to fit in. Conformity was security, and she had spent her whole life seeking that. It wasn’t that she was threatened or came from a bad home. It wasn’t that she’d had terrible experiences or somehow had learned to fear the future.
No, she had no tragic past, no dark secret. She was just a woman who had left school, got a job and was trying to build her career. Friends were good for that, so she tried to have as many of them as possible. She traded favours, gave kind words where they were most needed. She built a positive impression of herself for as many people as she could. She was nice, she was calm, she was happy and relaxed. Never angry, no matter how close the deadline. Never frustrated, never snapping at a co-worker. That was how she lived her life.
It was exhausting and part of her hated it. She hated how she had to constantly work to maintain her image. She hated the falseness of it all, and how she wasn’t the person most people thought she was.
But she hated not having money more. So back to the grind it was. She didn’t have a boyfriend. A boyfriend would have meant letting down her guard, letting someone see the real person behind the mask. She could never bring herself to risk that. So she spent most of her nights alone. She’d had a few one night stands, blazing flowers of passion in her mind which made her body ache with remembrance and ghostly desire. Yet even this she carefully limited. Reputation was everything and for a woman to get a reputation as someone who slept around could be bad for her career even if it was sexist and unfair.
So she lived her life being a goody two-shoes office drone with ambitions of something more. That was how she had existed since she’d turned eighteen, and how she imagined most of her life would go. Constantly climbing, reinventing herself at each stage. Now, a modest office worker, one day an ambitious manager. After that, who knew? Each one would almost be their own person, separate from the Lucy who existed before.
She was, in short, a false person. Everything about her was false. Chosen to appeal to someone else. Sometimes when Lucy looked into the mirror, she wondered how much of what she saw was really her.
Then she heard the rumour. Felt the buzz that it sent through her body. Her cheeks heated and she had to duck away quickly from the conversation with her coworker, retreating to her cubicle for a few moments as she gathered herself. She didn’t know at first why it had hit her so hard or how it had filled her with such desire. Under her skirt and panties, her pussy throbbed with a powerful heat. Her throat was dry, and she shook her head as if trying to dislodge the thoughts. But they did not leave her, and all of that night she wrestled with them. She turned and tossed in bed, wishing that her frantically beating heart would settle.
When it did, and when she finally drifted to sleep, she was haunted by dreams. Fantasies which made her skin tingle. She woke again and again, her body plastered with sweat. She could never quite remember what she had been dreaming about, but the fading tail of it always made her long for more.
Eventually, she admitted that she wasn’t getting any more sleep and hauled herself from the bed. Her body was soaked with sweat and she knew she couldn’t go into work like this. She decided to take a shower, stripping off her panties and nightgown as the warm water pounded down around her.
Lucy’s body was attractive. Like the rest of her, she considered it a tool to use to get what she needed. She had long legs, which she used for running and jogging each day. Her arms and upper chest were toned, her red hair she wore bound in a ponytail behind her back. Her chest was compact, her nipples small and pink. They were sensitive, and as she brushed one hand against them now, a delicious shiver ran down her spine.
Fuck, she was really turned on. Had whatever she’d been dreaming about been that good? She didn’t know; she couldn’t remember anything but the senseitions. The feeling of someone grinding against her body. Heat and warmth. Pleasure thundering through her mind, and sounds of arousal and desire echoing in her own voice as something long and hard pressed between her lower lips.
Her pussy was soaking. She ran one finger across its entrance. Her nerves shivered for more, and anticipation rang through her body. She didn’t usually masturbate, but she had some free time today so why not? Her skin grew more sensitive at the thought, blood flushed through her face.
The lips of her pussy started to moisten. She ran two fingers up and down her lower entrance, teasing gently at first, but with more speed as her nerves started to fire. Heat flushed between her legs, the water felt good against her skin. Her nipples were hard now, one of her hands moved to stroke and caress them while her second moving in rapid circles, the palm pressed to her womanhood. The pressure and stimulation made her go weak at the knees, and she heard her own voice rising above the drumming of the water.
She rubbed herself faster, enjoying the crackling feeling which whipped through her body with each rotation. Desire and pleasure flared, sensitive nerves started to come to life. Her clitoris made itself known with a hungry throb and she bit her lower lip, her fingers flowing naturally towards it.
When she touched it, a wave of pleasure made her legs shake. It was small and hot, but even brushing her fingers against it made her shiver! Lucy sunk to the ground, her legs spread as far as they could go. If someone had walked in on her now, they would have seen her fucking herself with her own fingers, her other hand desparelly groping her chest. So much for her carefully cultivated image! But there was no one else in her house, and even if there was, she couldn’t have stopped now.
Desire and pleasure throbbed through her in waves, lighting up her nerves with desire and flushing heat through her body. Her fingers moved, touching and exploring herself in the most intimate ways. Her chest rose and fell, her breath came quickly, arousal making her pant and moan.
Lucy closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Her fingers danced and teased her aching pussy, brushing aside her lower lips and stroking herself directly. She moved them with a desperate speed, a sort of hunger taking over her actions. Every now and then, she would tease her clit. Doing so would always make her grit her teeth as the tight nova of pleasure burned through her mind.
As she touched herself, she imagined that it was not her doing it at all. She imagined that it was the manager, the one who’d got in trouble with the secretary. If he’d chosen her, he’d not have gotten any trouble at all. After all, she couldn’t take any risk to her career or image. If word got out, they’d both be found out to be phonies so she would have had to let him do everything to her that he wanted to.
Fuck! Why did that thought turn her on so much? Why did it make her so wet? She didn’t know, she didn’t understand except to know that it did. Was it because in such a situation she could take off her mask? Be herself? Let herself be controlled and give up the safety she struggled so hard for every day?
Or maybe it was just that she wanted someone to dominate and take control of her? Had that been what she was dreaming about? What had turned her on so much?
This felt so good. Better than when she usually touched herself, or even when she used toys. Her pussy was wet and responsive, her fantasies and dreams had primed her body for release. Before she even knew it, she felt herself rising on the wave of an orgasm, the feeling crested, breaking against her mind and body. Her nerves grew hot and her body grew tight, her throat became dry and for a single moment she felt as if she was stepping out over a cliff. About to take a grand plunge as the stimulation overwhelmed her senses. It was too late to go back, but she had a few moments to see what was about to hit her.
Then the feeling rolled over her. The climax was hot and intense, it seemed to stir every nerve in her body into activity. Her fingers moved faster and faster, losing their elegance as they sacrificed everything for pleasure. Her back arched, a lewd moan escaped her lips. Her toes curled and her fingers balled.
For a few glorious moments, Lucy knew nothing but the feeling which pulsed through her very being. Warm and wet, pleasurable, it filled her up and made her feel as complete as she ever had before.
Then it faded and she was left sitting on the floor of the shower, her legs splayed, warm water beating down around her and soaking her red hair to the skin of her scalp and shoulders.
It was then and there that she vowed she was going to find a way to feel like this again.
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Over the next few days, Lucy put out feelers. She talked to people in different departments, spoke to a few managers she knew liked her or had feelings for her. She probed the rumour as much as she could without being too obvious about her infatuation with it.
Most people wouldn’t have gotten anywhere but Lucy was well liked, and she had some favours to call in. Gradually, piece by piece, she started to figure out what had happened
The rumour had been right about one thing; the secretary didn’t work here anymore. But the manager did. He’d been tossed into a small department that worked near the bottom of the building, far away from anywhere he could really do harm. He had like two people under him, but neither of them seemed to actually show up to work so Lucy wasn’t even sure if they existed anywhere but on paper. Because the office could not get rid of him they’d simply skirted around him, and as far as she could tell he did almost nothing every day.
The fact that he was still paid more than her for this was more than a little annoying. Eventually, she dug deep enough to find a name. Michael Sampson.
His department was on the other side of the building, tucked away near the ground floor. Isolated and alone. Lucy convened a way to see it for herself, carrying a stack of papers to be processed there. It was a small, closed area. Very different from where she worked. There were only a few cubicles, and these were mostly empty. The main office was near the back, and had large windows which were blocked out by thick curtains.
It seemed like a ghost town at first. Like there was no one there at all, and nor had there been for quite some time. It was dusty, and the air was heavy with abandonment and disuse. Then, just as she was about to give up in despair, she saw motion. Someone emerged from the office.
He was a tall man with dark hair. He looked to be about thirty, with stubble where a beard had once been. He had a good build, fit and strong, but his eyes were empty, and dark rings betrayed a lack of sleep.
She recognised him from the pictures, though then he had been younger and more energetic. Michael Sampson! The man who had taken advantage of the secretary and ruined his own career. She swallowed, suddenly nervous but desperate not to show it.
“Did you lose your way?” Michael asked her with a wry grin. “Not very many people come here now.”
“N-no,” Lucy said. She swallowed, and made her voice more firm. “No, I have some forms that need to be processed and signed.”
“Well, you’re the first one to actually bring them here,” Michael said. “I haven’t seen forms in several weeks now. I was beginning to think the world had run out of paper.”
He chuckled, the sound made her feel very strange. His eyes were on her rather than the stack of forms, and she felt like he was measuring her up. Her body tingled, and she could feel herself getting wet.
“I’ve not seen you around here much,” Michael said. “Are you new?”
“No, I’ve worked here for a few years now. I’m usually in a different department. I’m Lucy.”
“I’m Michael,” he said. “But I’ve got a feeling that you already knew that. I can’t imagine that they would let some unaware office drone stumble here to meet me in my dreaded lair.” He grinned sardonically as he spoke. “So you must have already known about my, uh, reputation. I don’t suppose there’s anything I could tell you to make it better?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy felt the heat flowing to her face. Was she flushing? Could he see? Her heart beat faster. “What could you say to make it better?”
“Little,” Michael admitted, turning away from her. “We were flirting. I went too far. That’s all there is to it. Did you come to gawk at me here? If so, come back any time. I promise, I will be here for quite a while.”
He turned away and having deposited the papers, Lucy left. But that strange feeling which had been born during the meeting would continue to build within her. Michael had not been what she expected. She had thought he would be creepy, predatory. The sort of man who would instantly try to tackle advantage of her.
She was pretty sure she would have let him if he had too.
But Michael hadn’t. She’d felt his eyes on her body, and she knew that he had desired her. But he’d pulled back. And he’d been much more reflective than she had expected too.
The next day she put on a request for a temporary transfer to his department. That one took a lot of explaining. Her manager was concerned. Mostly about her career prospects, but she knew the real root cause of it.
“You’re a good worker,” he told her. “You’re going to be promoted soon. You’re going to climb the ladder. I don’t know why you want to go to that place. It’ll slow down your career and you’ll end up regretting it.”
“It’s only temporary,” She said with a sweet smile. “I’ll be back here before you know it. But they have a lot of work to do there and they seemed absolutely swamped. Let’s be honest, you don’t really need me here for everything. I’ll be back before you even miss me.”
The man tried to dissuade her further, but she refused to be cowed and after a while, he reluctantly allowed her to go. Michael was very surprised to see her back, and even more surprised when she showed him the forms.
“Temporary reassignment?” He raised an eyebrow. “Those are words I never thought I’d see applied to this place. You must have pissed off someone powerful to be tossed into this hole. Well, company is always nice so choose a desk. There’s plenty of options.”
She did just that, and for the first few days she worked just like it was any other assignment. The forms came in and she filled them out, she did paperwork, computer work, some cleaning here and there. Michael didn’t appear often but when he did, her body would tense. She would hear him before she saw him, the floor creaking as he walked down the hall. The back of her neck would prickle as he moved past, his eyes would sweep across her body. There was desire there. Want that echoed in her own body. The thought that he could take advantage of her at any moment turned her on and made her grind her thighs.
But he never did. After the first few days, Lucy realised she was going to have to be the one to set things in motion.
Michael didn’t keep regular hours and didn’t bother to lock up his office, so it was easy enough for her to sneak in when he wasn’t there. The computer he used was still set to the default office password, so this was easily overcome as well.
Only then did Lucy pause, considering her actions. The logical part of her mind was screaming at her, demanding to know what she thought she was doing. This went way beyond any fantasy she’d ever had, and the man was a user! Why was she even considering this?
For a moment, she quailed. She almost backed away, almost gave up then and there. But the memory of her half remembered dreams, and the ghostly feeling of her time in the shower carried her through.
The next day as she was working, Michael came to her desk. For once, he did not look bored or depressed. He looked stern. Her stomach flipped as she looked up into his eyes.
“Miss Goodheart?”
He didn’t usually call her by her last name. She swallowed, feeling suddenly very on edge.
“Y-yes Michael?”
“Sir today, Miss Goodheart. I am your manager, after all even if only for now. Some respect is probably due. It seems to have been rather lacking of late.”
She felt as if she’d been slapped in the face, her skin flushed and she nodded.
“I understand, sir. I am sorry you feel that way.”
“Are you?” He said, growling low. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, I want to see you in my office in ten minutes.”
He turned and stalked away, leaving Lucy wrestling with mixed feelings behind her desk. Her legs felt weak and she was nervous. What could have caused such a reaction? Did he know…? Well what was she going to do if he did? She couldn’t exactly leave now with her assignment only half over. She’d just have to take the meeting. After all, it wasn’t like he had any real power in the company now.
Yeah, she’d just endure whatever it was he wanted to say to her and then go about her day. Easy and simple. But, as the time came closer for the meeting, she started to get nervous. She swallowed, using her hands to straighten out her dark grey skirt and to smooth over her work blouse. She was wearing long socks and heels, and when the time came to finally go to the office, the walk seemed to take forever.
Lucy swallowed, nervous energy battering against her mind. She felt strange moving over to that room where Mchael was waiting. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her. Anticipation and eagerness battled with dread and wariness. Had she gone too far? Had she been caught?
She was going to see.
When the moment came, she knocked on the door. Instantly, Michael’s voice told her to enter and close the office door behind her. That gesture was small and meaningless, but as the door clicked shut, she felt as if she was trapped. She turned to find that Michael had pulled his chair around to face the door.
“Miss Goodheart, how long have you been working under me now?”
“F-for four of five days, sir.” Lucy said.
“You’ve been doing a very good job.”
“Thank you sir,” She said in confusion. Being praised was not what she had expected when she had come through the door! But things quickly got back on track.
“That is, you were up until yesterday. Do you know that spying on your superiors is a criminal matter?”
“Sir?” She tried to look confused and hurt, plastering an innocent expression on her face. “I would never…”
“Save it. There’s a camera behind the door which caught you yesterday as you looked around. Did you take anything? Help yourself to forms or documents?”
“No!” Lucy said quickly. “Of course not! I wouldn’t do anything like that!”
For a long, heart-rending moment, he locked eyes with her.
“Very well.” Michael said. “I find myself believing you for some reason.”
She breathed a long sigh of relief.
“However there is still the matter of your punishment.”
The words made her blood turn cold. Lucy looked up, her eyes flickered towards Michael’s face. He was calm and impassive, but there was something in his eyes which made her heart drum faster.
“My punishment? Sir, I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” Michael gave a cynical chuckle. “You have committed a grave crime, Miss Goodheart. Now you can have it dealt with by the police, human resources and whoever else may want to poke their head in… or you can have it dealt with by me.”
She swallowed, feeling dizzy as the blood rushed through her body. For a moment, she tried to speak but could not make the sound. Michael watched her, enjoying the sight.
“Now I know what you may be thinking. You should let the company handle it, but believe me they are not forgiving. I know that most of all. So if you do turn to them even if you avoid criminal charges it will be the end of your career. I’ve looked into you, Lucy. Just as I am sure you have done to me. Your career is everything to you. At first glance, nothing else matters at all. So why did you come to this dead end assignment, hmm?”
His grin made her skin crawl, as if he knew all of her thoughts. He said nothing, but the very fact that he was guessing her motives so well made her flush, her face turning red. That was the only clue that he needed.
“I see,” He said. “In that case, let us assume you do not want the company to handle it. You want me to. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You heard what happened before, with the secretary, and you wanted to experience it for yourself.”
“No,” She shook her head even as her own body betrayed her with a throb of desperate desire. “I wouldn’t want that. That was wrong. Bad. I’m not, I mean, I can’t…”
“You’re a pure unsullied woman who would never want to experience such a thing?” Michael shot her a look. “That’s the defence you want to go with?”
She said nothing, her eyes fell to the floor. Her body felt hot and her clothes felt tight. Michael’s eyes were on her, and she couldn’t meet his gaze.
“All right then,” Michael said. “Here’s the deal I am willing to offer you. I’ll give you a test and if you pass it, I’ll agree that that was not why you agreed to work with me. I’ll even forget this little incident ever happened. If you fail however, you agree to do whatever I tell you for your remaining time here, no matter what it is.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his. His words were beguiling but she didn’t fail to recognise the danger.
“Anything?”
“Anything at all,” he said. A shiver ran from the base of her spine all the way down her back.
“What sort of test do you have in mind?”
“Ah.” He raised a finger. “What are you forgetting?”
“Sir. What kind of test do you have in mind, sir?”
“Well, it’s obvious isn’t it. If you desire something like this, your body will already be hot and wanting. You’ll just be coiling with anticipation, your little cunt all wet and needy. If you’re not like that then clearly I was mistaken and we can both go about her day.”
“You want me to strip for you.” It was not a question.
“For a start,” he chuckled. “After we see how aroused you are, there will probably be more.”
Lucy swallowed, her mouth was dry. Her body was tingling, waves of ghostly anticipation and aching desire flowed through her. She already knew she was soaking down there. She was surprised that he couldn’t see it through her clothes, it felt like she was more wet than she’d ever been. But what could she do? He had her trapped and they both knew it. She’d have to strip, and then she’d be found out.
She kicked off her heels, her body moving before her mind had even decided what to do. Her hands were shaking, her fingers felt cold and clumsy as they struggled with with blouse. Lucy felt as if she was standing on quicksand, each movement making her sink lower and lower. Her pussy throbbed, the yearning need was stronger and stronger with every passing moment. She felt humiliated, ashamed and turned on all at once.
This man was going to see her naked. He was going to see absolutely everything. Every inch of her. Without the mask, without her clothes, without any way to shield herself.
He was going to see the real her and there was nothing she could do about it.
The blouse hit the ground, leaving her standing in her white undershirt and skirt as well as knee-high black socks. The shirt was very thin and you could see her chest through it, her pale skin and her dark bra. Her nipples prickled, pressing against the inside of the cups as she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. Each one brought her closer and closer to baring herself. Her heart hammered crazily in her chest, her mouth was dry. She looked everywhere and anywhere except towards the man who was humiliating her.
“Do you want me to take off everything?” She whispered softly.
“Yes,” Michael said. “Absolutely everything. I want you naked. I want to see every inch of your pretty little body.”
The way he spoke made her tingles grow stronger. The last of the buttons came free and her shirt flapped open. She took it off and let it hit the floor. Now she was in her bra and her skirt.
How many times had she dreamed of a moment like this? How many times had it played a part in her fantasies? And now it was happening. Now it was real. It didn’t feel like she’d imagined. It felt better and worse in ways she could not have expected.
Her bra went next, as it fell free, Lucy wrapped one arm around her chest to shield herself from his gaze. But he made a noise in the back of his throat. Cheeks flushing red with shame, Lucy’s arm went limp and Michael saw her chest.
Her breasts were not big but they were well formed and as soon as she bared them she felt Michael’s eyes move towards them. Her nipples were small and pink, hard as hell now and obviously mirroring her arousal. He grinned, seeing the state of her body. What he had managed to do to her without even lifting a finger.
He said nothing as she removed her socks and then slipped off her skirt. Now she was standing in the office in just her panties. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, the floor felt uncomfortable against the soles of her feet. She was shivering, her hands clasped behind her back. She felt like she had back in school, when she’d been called to give some sort of presentation to the class only it was her boss and she was naked.
She didn’t have to look down to know she had a large, damp patch between her legs. Her pussy was pulsing with want and need. The shameful humiliation blazed inside her like a furnace of heat. She tried to keep her mind straight, but it was so hard. All she could think of was what was about to happen next. How she was going to grab her panties and pull them down her legs. He was going to see her dripping, he was going to see how turned on she was.
He was going to see everything.
She pressed her eyes tightly closed when the moment came. Her thighs coiled, and she had to force herself to stand straight. Her fingers slipped below the elastic band of her underwear and tugged down her panties. She’d wanted to do it fast, but she couldn’t make it work. Instead it was slow, so very slow. Inch by inch, moment by moment, she bared her body to the man. When the pantiers hit the ground, she was well and truly humiliated. The wetness of her womanhood was obvious even across the room. It glinted, and her face shone red with embarrassment.
“It seems to me that you’re enjoying this a bit too much,” Michael said. “But then again, I could be wrong. Didn’t you say before that you were a pure woman who would never enjoy something like this? Maybe I’m mistaken.”
She looked to the ground, both hating and loving his voice in that moment. But what he said next made her eyes rise to meet his gaze.
“Why don’t you hold yourself open and let me see for sure?”
“S-sir?” She managed to remember to use the term just in time. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” He said. “After last time, I need to be very careful. So I want to be sure that you want it. Open yourself with your fingers and let me see you spread your pussy. If you’re really wet, that’ll make it obvious.”
He was toying with her. It was already obvious. From the way her face burned, from how her pussy was engorged, from the way her nipples stood proud against her breasts. There wa sno way he hadn’t noticed it already. But this was part of the game and she knew he was asserting dominance. Taking her control.
Her fingers moved to her pussy. The feeling of them pressing against her lower lips, her labia, it made her face hot. She could feel her own wetness, hooking her lips and slowly drawing them apart for the man. It was strangely invasive, as if she was pulling aside the last curtain, baring the last portion of her body. She spread herself wide for him and turned her head to the side. A few moments passed, the cold air brushed her pussy.
Then he spoke.
“Well, there is really no doubt now, huh Lucy? You’re a slut and you want this.”
“No,” She said.
“You came here looking for this.”
“I didn’t,” She lied, but his eyes pierced those words like spears of ice. They both knew now and there was no way to take it back.
Michael’s hand went to his jeans, undoing the zip and allowing his cock to emerge from within. Lucry’s eyes followed it. It was long and hard, the tip glinted with his own arousal. She swallowed, and he waved her over.
“Come and sit on my lap,” He said. Lucy knew what he wanted her to do, but moving over was still one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
Slowly, step by step, she crossed the infinity of the room. She left her clothes, her panties, her dignity behind. Michael lay before her, sitting on large spinning chair. At first, she didn’t know if it would support the two of them, but it looked strong enough and heavy enough.
She breathed more quickly now she was close to him. The sane part of her reminded her that she didn’t have to do this. All she had to do was scream and run. She could put an end to this like that.
But she didn’t want to. She was caught; Hypnotised. Reeled in by Michael’s quiet authority and her own towering lust.
She was close now. She could reach out and touch him. Lucy jumped when his hands closed about her thighs, guiding her downwards as she turned away. His body was warm and hard under her, his cock poked up between her legs. His head was nestled against her neck.
“Take it inside of you,” he growled into her ear. “You know you want to.”
She did. She did want to more than anything. Her body was trembling with adrenaline and lust, her pussy was soaking. She didn’t care about running anyway, she had wanted to be here. This was what she was aiming for, wasn’t it?
Her fingers closed around his cock. The shaft throbbed, and she swallowed. Lucy’s eyes half closed when she felt the tip of it press against her pussy, pushing through the folds of her lower lips. It felt good, Michael’s shaft filled her up, forcing her labia aside. Lucy groaned in the back of her throat, more in anticipation than anything. His hands moved upwards, gripping her breasts. She could feel her chest and hips behind and under her. His breath tickled the side of her neck. Holy fuck, why did this feel so very good? They hadn’t even done anything yet!
She had expected him to start fucking her, but he didn’t. Instead, he swivelled the chair, turning the two of them towards the desk. The desktop was open there, and also an email application.
It was her work account.
“Are you surprised?” Michael whispered from behind her. “I am still a manager and still have some authority. Not as much as I once did, true. But enough. Now shall we start your punishment?”
His fingers drew circles around her nipples, teasing her areola. His cock was inside of her, hard and proud but immobile. Her hips wanted her to grind against him, to ride him and to experience his thrusts and pumps. Her feet dangled inches from the ground. If anyone walked in on them like this, her career, her life, everything she had so carefully constructed would be over.
But she didn’t care.
“Here’s what I want you to do, my pet. Firstly, you’re going to write an email to your old department head. Copy it to the head of every other department too, just to be safe.”
She was going to refuse, but he bucked his hips slightly, bouncing her suddenly on his shaft. The motion took her breath away and with shaking arms, she did as she was told. He moved back and forth inside of her slowly, teasing her and making her moan and shudder. His fingers pluck-pluck-plucked at her nipples and chest, his breath tickled her neck and throat.
“Here is what I want you to write.
“To those it may concern, after some time in the company of Michael’s department and person, I have decided that it is a better and more fitting move for my new career to remain here. To that extent, I am moving to make my temporary reassignment permanent.”
Lucy’s hands shook, her fingers hitting the keys as he spoke. Her mind was aflame, her hips were grinding against his cock. He was still tormenting her, moving slightly, pressing forward, letting her feel his shaft move back and forth. Not enough to make her cum, not even close. But a silent promise, a desire which rocked her body. Made her desperate.
“Next part, I have reconsidered my career options within the company, and have decided on a new path for my future. From the moment this email reaches you, I want each and every one of you to distribute it to all of your workers as well.
“I, Lucy Goodheart, have decided to become an office slut. From this moment, I want you all to treat me as that position would imply. During office hours I will fuck anyone who asks, I will obey any command that I am given by even the lowest ranking interns. I will wear no clothes, and allow my body to be used as you see fit.”
Lucy’s heart throbbed in her chest as he spoke, his words tore at her with spears of icy terror. She had to stop now. She couldn’t send that. All of her plans, her future, her career, they’d all be ruined if that got out! But she didn’t stop. Michael was thrusting slowly, grinding himself against her. The penetration of her cock stole all her thoughts away and filled her with the simple desire to obey.
Was this who she really was? Was this all she had ever wanted?
“In order to ensure that I do not later back out of this decision,” Michael went on, “I am going to attach footage of myself robbing the office of a manager. Use this information to keep me in line. Lovingly signed, Lucy.”
Lucy moaned, she didn’t know what turned her on more. Michael’s cock inside of her or the words he was making her say. She was throwing away everything that she had managed to build, but somehow she didn’t feel like it was much at all. She felt tears in the corner of her eye as she hit send.
“Is it done?”
“Yes.” She said. “I…I’ve ruined my life.”
“Ruined your life? No, Lucy you’ve just entered a new stage of it. Allow me to show you how pleasurable that stage will be.”
He fucked her then. Really and truly, the way she had wanted from the start. Lucy’s doubts soon dissolved as her body bounded up and down, her hips locking with his. His shaft filled her pussy, his cock penetrated her with each rise and fall of her body. Her breasts danced, his fingers squeezed and caressed her nipples. She was moaning, crying, joy and horror mixed as she rode his cock. It was the most intense fuck of her life and she wished it would never end.
Her career, her life, everything she had built was gone. But she didn’t care, She felt as if she had been reborn as a whole new person.
She came and came, dancing on his shaft. Her body rising and falling, her back arched and her fiery red hair flew wild. Lucy was glad that the office was empty, no one could hear her frenzied moans or the grunts and cries she made as Michael’s hips took away her breath or made her tremble and beg for more.
After what seemed like forever, it was over. Lucy slumped to the floor, his seed spilling out from between her legs. She gasped for air, sweat stained her naked body.
“That was pretty fun,” Michael said. “And we can release the email later if we want to.”
She looked up at him in shock.
“What, did you think I was actually going to let it go out? Of course not. I used my privileges to lock the account first. I just wanted you to think that it was going out to everyone. That way I could really be sure if this was what you wanted. And it seems like it was. Holy shit, Lucy, I’ve never had anyone come onto me like you did.”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
“I mean really. Queuing up all of those videos on my computer? Showing me exactly what you wanted me to do to you? What if I hadn’t been into it? It would have ended your career.”
“I was willing to take the risk,” Lucy sighed, rising to her feet on trembling legs. “I was pretty sure you were. So what are we going to do now?”
“Well,” Michael said slowly. “I think that those rules we put out on those emails were pretty good ones, right? So you should obey them. But only in this department. Don’t worry, no one ever comes here.”
“But that means you can use me any time you want,” Lucy pointed out. “And I’ll be naked every day I work here!”
“Is that a problem?” Her manager smiled and Lucy felt her heart flutter.
“If I don’t live up to it, will you punish me again?”
“That would be my job as your manager.”
“In that case, there is absolutely no problem at all.”
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