The New Employee: Stress Management Specialist. [MF] [Public, freeuse-ish, fingering, Fsub]

Liz stared at herself in the mirror, psyching herself up, chest heaving with each breath. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her, wide with stress – or was it anticipation? Unbidden, they slowly slid down, following the curve of her face, her neck, drawn down to her breasts, pushed together and up in the sluttiest bra she’d ever worn. She hadn’t even known they could look that good.

Sighing, she turned around, leaning on the sink as she glanced at the clothes on the clothes hanger on the wall opposite. Clothes was quite the misnomer – they revealed more than they hid, a skirt with a slit down the side reaching up to her waist, a thin blouse, buttons only just reaching past her belly button. Now she understood why the bra she was wearing was so nice, it would be on full display!

She checked the time – ten to nine. Her shift started at nine on the dot, and she couldn’t possibly be late on her first day. She got dressed, turned to check herself in the mirror once again, and gasped at what she saw – she looked like a proper whore, tits nearly spilling out of her blouse, ass snug in the tight skirt, high heels arching her back and pushing both out. Despite herself, she felt a tingle of satisfaction at how *great* she looked.

Nine o’clock. Big breath. Time to roll. She pushed the door and walked out onto the office floor.
Employees were milling about, settling in for the day, some carrying cups of coffee back to their desks, others booting up their computers. Andy, her boss, spotted her across the room and walked over, a warm, welcoming smile on his face. “Liz! There you are, perfect timing. Let me quickly introduce you to everyone, and then, well… we’ll get started, won’t we?”

He turned to the floor, clapping his hands to grab attention. “Everyone! Just a minute of your time, please!” The general murmur settled as eyes turned to look at her, hungrily eyeing her up and down.

“Thank you, everyone. This is Liz, our new stress management specialist. As you all know, stressed and overworked employees are both less productive and less content in their jobs. Liz will help us with that. Whatever you need, she’s yours. As part of her contract, she is available from 9 to 5 non-stop, and although she is of course allowed bathroom breaks and a lunch hour, she is to remain free for consultations during that time as well. Now, I know a lot of you are also new employees, and your previous companies may not all have had a stress management specialist, so we specifically requested someone who’s also new at this, to make everyone at ease. I think that’s enough blathering on for the day, so get to work everyone!”

He punctuated his speech with a sharp slap to Liz’s ass, pushing her forwards onto the floor. She awkwardly walked between the desks, hands clasped in front of her, waiting for someone to call on her so she would at least have something to do. When no one did, she found an empty seat and sat down, legs crossed, one foot idly dangling in the air, fingers tapping the desk.

“Liz! Come over here, please.”

The call came from the other side of the room and Liz walked over, a few heads turning to follow her as she passed, curious as to who would break the ice, be the first to use the newest employee. She stopped by the desk, hands behind her back, head high. “Yes, sir, how can I help?” she asked, voice trembling ever so slightly.

He smiled at her. “I know you’re new at this, so I thought you could use an easy first timer. I have a difficult customer to call, they’re always picky and annoying, and just generally… a pain in the ass. I usually use a stress ball to keep my hands occupied, but you’re our stress *management specialist*, so I figured… perfect.” He pointed to his desk, to the right of his keyboard, where he’d cleared a large area. “Please lie on your back, hips at the edge of the table, legs spread wide. I expect you aren’t wearing underwear.”

Liz nodded – she’d even shaved again last night to ensure she was as smooth as possible – and hopped onto the desk, shuffling until she reached the desired position, and lay her back down, her fingers holding on to the edge of the desk for balance.

The man dialed the number and settled his hands free headset, waiting for his customer to pick up, face somber. When they did, he lit up, turning into a perfect salesperson – “Mr Anderson! What a pleasure to speak to you again…” As the conversation went on, Liz could hear the tension creep into her colleague’s voice, and soon enough, a tense argument followed. She gasped as she suddenly felt a finger roughly part her pussy lips and slide inside her to the last knuckle. She was a little dry from her first-day jitters, and winced at the friction, though she could already feel her pussy responding, starting to lubricate the finger inside her.

He pulled the finger out, resting just the tip between her lips, before pushing it in again, as deep as he could, wiggling the tip of his finger deep inside her, probing her, feeling her. As the conversation heated up, he slid a second finger inside her, increasing the speed as he pulled them in and out, her body starting to rock back and forth on the desk.

He reached up to her face, shoving the thumb from his other hand into her mouth – obediently, she licked it, sucked on it, until it was covered in her saliva. Still without looking at her, he took his hand out and brought it to her ass, gently pressing the tip of his lubricated thumb to the entrance of her asshole, playing with it for a few seconds before pushing it in, her tight hole slowly stretching to accomodate him.

With both his hands now occupied inside her, his voice took a more confident turn. He slid a third finger inside Liz easily, turning his wrist to stretch her in every direction, then a fourth, the small pinky finger sliding in easily into her now dripping cunt. His hand rammed in and out of her, her body now rocking back with each thrust, her head hanging off the edge of the desk. Her eyes were closed, giving herself entirely to the rough fingerfucking, her pussy tightening rhythmically, her hips starting to buck off the table slightly.

When he put his thumb on her clit, rubbing it with every thrust of his hand in and out of her, she nearly lost it – but she remembered her contract: to only cum when ordered to, so as not to waste her energy. So, she reined it in, her hands tightening on the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

With a smile, he finished up his conversation, “Why yes, Mr Anderson, it was a pleasure to talk to you. Yes of course, sir, see you soon.” As the communication cut off, he turned his attention back to Liz, a wide grin on his face. “What a good luck token you are! Wasn’t sure I’d get the sale, and I ended up with my largest order of the month. To thank you for that, Liz, you may cum.”

Her eyes shot open wide, her legs spreading even further as he rubbed his thumb in circles over her clit, each movement sending a new wave of pleasure through her, a tingling, electrifying wave of sensation rushing from her pussy down to her fingertips, body quivering, breath coming to her in ragged gasps.

Laughing, the man let her come down, then pulled his hands away at once, leaving her pussy gaping and dripping down her inner thighs. “My, my, what an eager little slut you are. I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely here,” he said, grabbing a tissue to wipe his hands. “Now,” he gave a quick slap to her pussy, “get off my desk. I have work to do.”

Gathering herself, she sat up, fighting the head rush making her dizzy, and hopped off the desk, smoothing down her skirt before walking away. *Not so bad for a first task,* she thought.

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