"Get her out of here"

Laying on the floor, staring upwards, two people come into view. Nadia, your junior colleague and quite a handsome FBI agent. You're not sure if it's the arousal talking; he seems genuinely handsome.

You try to concentrate on what they're saying but another wave of arousal courses through you. You moan involuntarily. You've never felt like you needed to fuck before. Or be fucked as the case may be. Even here with an audience, if you weren't petrified into a sex position, you'd be tempted to put one hand between your legs.

"Okay, let's get her out of here." You can hear him click his fingers at someone. "You two over there - can you take her..?"

Nadine finished his sentence. "Take her to her office!"

'No!' You want to help them fix this mess, not be trapped as a living sex doll.

"Right away," you cringe as you recognise Kevin's voice. Of all the people to be around you right now, the ogling security guard was the last one you wanted to hear.

You feel Kevin's rough hands around your thighs, and another pair loop under your arms from another security guard. You can't see them but they stink of cigarette. They pick you up easily between the two of them, your stiffness helping them out.

You roll your eyes as you feel Kevin between your legs. Of course he would carry you like this, you think, with one hand under each of your thighs. Your crotches are barely inches apart. You wished this didn't play into how desperately horny you felt.

It is a long, relatively quiet march to the goods elevator. Kevin breaks the silence as they step into it, "goodness she's wet down there."

You want to throw up, or at the least curl up into a ball and disappear. Instead you're stuck straddling a pervert,

Sam giggles. "I bet. She's leaving a trail..."

You manage to blush in embarrassment.

"I'd love to give her a go."

You felt yourself twitch between your legs at the prospect of being used before your conscious mind could be disgusted.

Even Sam was uncomfortable at that remark. He didn't say anything as he stopped to scan his ID to open a doorway. Unfortunately, Kevin doesn't notice the pause and bumps into you, momentarily pushing his hard cock against your slit.

This aroused, the sudden contact makes you moan needily.

"Oops." He giggles mischievously.

Finally, still facing upwards you recognise the ceiling tiles of your office.

"Ooh, I forgot about you Jessica. How're you doing down there?" Kevin asks. "I got it from here, Sam, thanks!"

Jessica growls, "How do you think?! I've been tied up and left alone in here for half an hour while some kind of sexual apocalypse is going on outside!" She pauses, meekly, "Actually can I have some water."

The door clicks shut behind Sam as he leaves.

"Yeah, one second. Gonna have to scoot you over first so I can put ya' boss down."

"What?! No ... is that ...??" Jessica is speechless.

You can't reply. And besides you're preoccupied by them trying to set you down on your desk, currently occupied by Jessica. Being immobile does nothing to relieve the fear of falling. You can hear them fumbling around as you're balanced precariously on the edge.

"Hey wouldn't it make more sense to rotate me," Jessica makes some struggling sounds in her bondage, trying to gesture something to Kevin.

"No, this is the only way I see it working..."

You can practically hear Kevin's smirk as he comes to your side and slides your naked back along the cold desk. At first, you're relieved to not be balanced on the edge, but you feel a soft warmth between your legs. "Kevin! No! No!!" ... is what you would scream if you could. You feel yourself slid further on the table until you can feel Jessica's breath on your pussy.

"Ew! Kevin, you perve! You're going to be fired if you don't fix this right now." Jessica struggles against her golden chains.

You're glad Jessica is voicing your concerns on your behalf. She is close enough that you can feel the air of her punctuation tease you. You're not remotely bisexual but you would give anything for Jessica to reach forward and work on you with her mouth in this moment. Anything to relieve you.

"Hey I'm just doing my best to fit you both on the table. Just following orders." The door clicks behind Kevin as he leaves you both there.

Jessica moans in dissatisfaction as you feel your arousal drip onto your desk in front of her. "Come on .... This is the worst day ever." She strains her neck to keep her head from rolling forward and touching you.

'You and me both,' you think to yourself.