Sitting in her desk chair, filled with her plug, silently awaiting her next instruction. He took a moment to drink in the scene. Another day infront of this damn computer closed off from the world, losing touch with reality.
The fact that she agreed to this made him feel alive again, connected. But it was all so surreal. Her cheeks were blushed, of course, but he could see how she was no longer trying to hide this rouge – she was free to show him her arousal, her excitement to see him – to hear his voice and happily do as he would request.
The other coworkers on the call also seemed to enjoy the scene, giggling as she sat straighter then usual, waiting for his command – she was so clearly infatuated with him, as they all had known. Now watching her follow his every command – regardless of the potential consequences.
“Now, let’s talk numbers.” And as Sir brought up this, her favorite aspect of the job, she was eager to respond as he would command.
“Seems that your productivity is down 50%…”