I never thought I’d get turned on watching The Office (fantasy)

I started re-watching The Office (US) a few weeks ago and it’s been an unexpected turn-on. There are two scenes in particular that sparked fantasies for me:

**1. Jan & The Warehouse Guys.** Michael and Jan, his boss, go to Jamaica together over Christmas vacation. When they get back, Michael accidentally sends a photo of him and a topless Jan to one of the guys that works in the warehouse. He forwards it to others and it spreads through the company, even to former employees, plus all the guys in the warehouse gather around the computer screen to look at it together.

Jan works at the corporate office a few hours away from Michael’s branch, so it takes her a while to get there and address the situation. I can just imagine that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach while she drives, unable to do anything until she arrives.

The part that triggered my fantasy was when Jan came down the stairs into the warehouse, interrupting a conversation among a big circle of men. She’s dressed conservatively, but she knows it doesn’t matter in their eyes now because every single one of them *just* saw her naked body. She needs to maintain her position as their boss, but her barely repressed shame undermines that. She’s the bitchy boss none of the men like, and the power dynamic has shifted now that she’s been exposed.

If I were in her position, I’d want the warehouse guys to take full advantage of that. Intimidate me. Fondle my through my clothes. Threaten to blackmail me if I don’t give in. Rip off my business attire to reveal the kinds of undergarments only a slut would wear to work, and use that to justify what they’re doing to me. Tear through my pantyhose and force my legs apart, spreading me wide open on the warehouse floor for all of them to see. Take turns spitting on and slapping my cunt, and stretching the tender flesh until I’m squirming and making threats of my own if they don’t stop. They don’t stop …

**2. Angela @ Victoria’s Secret.** Michael takes the women to the mall. They give him some relationship advice, and he offers to buy them something as a thank you. Of course, being the guy he is, the gift is underwear of their choice — though they are choosing with him there. He starts pestering Angela (uptight, religious, visibly uncomfortable) in the middle of the store because he wants to know what kind of underwear she’ll let him buy for her. The harassment, embarrassment, and soft “force” really gets to me.

In my fantasy version, though, I’d want my boss and I to be alone in the store. Or — even better — us and a co-conspirator of his whom I thought I could trust, like another young woman or a charming man I’ve already slept with willingly; he could be a good witness to my humiliation. My boss could make lingerie shopping with him a requirement for the job, under the guise that good undergarments make for a cleaner silhouette, and image is crucial in our field. Really he just wants to force me to stand there while he jerks off to the sight of my tits in lace he picked out.

Maybe his assistant dresses and undresses me, showing my boss more of what he wants, like a doll. Maybe he buys the thigh-highs and garter and see-through robe and tells me to wear that *and only that* to his house that night …

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PMs welcome, but I’m going to sleep now. :)

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/7o9d58/i_never_thought_id_get_turned_on_watching_the