A Helping Hand

Once again Quinn brewed the coffee just the way Prisha liked it, and once again he took it to the bathroom.

He certainly had more material to fantasize about this time! Jessie the hookup slut! Prisha the repressed wife! However, it was Tianna's confession that was really getting him going. Dropping his pants, he gripped his cock and got busy.

He had never imagined the fitness freak to be so, well, freaky! She had always been 100% professional in all their interactions, giving no hints to her dirtier side. As he stroked himself, he pictured the beauty bending at the waist and taking a toned ass cheek in each hand. Despite her pussy being dripping wet, she'd beg him to fuck a different hole. A tighter hole. And spreading herself, she would allow him to-

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the bathroom swung open. In walked Jessie, whose entrance made Quinn remember two things:

1. All the bathrooms in the office were unisex (a fact that made more sense considering the CEO's hiring bias).
2. In his haste, he had forgotten to lock the door.

Thus, it was with his cock in his hand that he made eye contact with Jessie. The redhead at first looked horrified, taking a step back in disgust. However, her eyes glanced over at the steaming coffee mug on the sink, and her face softened into one of understanding.

"Oh, Prisha asked for another boost, didn't she!" Jessie realized, understanding washing over her. Quinn, who had just had his career flash before his eyes, simply nodded. More than just understanding, he saw an idea pop into the redhead's head. "Actually, hold on, give me a sec!" With that, she bolted out of the bathroom, leaving the confused intern with his dick in his hand.

She returned in about two minutes, a hot coffee in her hands. "Would you mind giving me a quick boost? I could really use some help getting through this next hour!" She then held out her coffee cup, like it was the most normal thing in the world. When Quinn didn't answer (he was too shocked to get words out), she continued. "Look, I know Prisha already asked for your load. I'd only need a few squirts. Pretty please?" She whipped out the puppy dog eyes, the same tactic she used to get help on her projects.

It took a second for Quinn's brain to catch up, but once it did, a plan was already forming. He just hoped he had enough points to execute it.

"How about this: if you help me 'boost' the boss's coffee, you can have a bit? That sounds like a pretty fair trade for the energy you'd be getting, doesn't it?" He was really hoping Jennie was slutty enough for this to work...

-15 BS. 6 BS remaining.

Wow, he was really cutting it close with these requests. He had to start being more careful. However, for the time being at least, he was safe.

Jennie chuckled. "Pfft, obviously! What do you think I meant!" Closing the distance between herself and Quinn, she reached down and grabbed his cock. The intern could not contain a soft groan as, for the first time in months, a woman grasped his penis. Her touch was soft but firm, and without hesitation, she began to stroke him.

"Thanks again for this favor," Jennie said, nonchalantly jacking him off. "I know it's not part of your job description."

"Oh, it's... mmmm... no problem, really!" He replied, squirming a bit under her touch. She had clearly done this more than a few times. Her technique was exquisite, spending the perfect amount of time teasing the head before heading back down the shaft. And from the way she was looking at his cock, some part of her was enjoying this.

She confirmed this suspicion when she took another step forward, pushing her body up against his. "Why do I get the feeling you are enjoying this?" She purred. Her small breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel how hard her nipples were. "I suppose it's good to enjoy your job, even if it's just getting coffee."

"Right... just getting coffee..." It was taking every last bit of Quinn's willpower not to grope at the beautiful body currently nestled against him. To run a hand through her straight red hair, caress her back, squeeze her ass... However, he dared not risk it with only a single BS point remaining. Besides, this felt plenty good already!

"I think my boost is almost ready..." she giggled, stroking a bit faster. Somehow she realized this before Quinn, as moments later he felt that familiar pressure building in his balls. Leaning on the sink with one hand, the other grabbed Prisha's mug and got it into position.

With one last groan, Quinn reached his limit. Jessie aimed the first two spurts into her mug before pointing his cock at Prisha's. Load after load poured into the manager's coffee. Jessie was determined to get every last drop, her delicate hands completely draining his balls. By the end of it, the intern was left out of breath and thoroughly satisfied.

Bringing her cup to her lips, the redhead took a sip. "Mmmm, that's the stuff!" She groaned, licking her lips. "Taste's better, too! Thanks again, Quinn!"

+10 BS. 16 BS remaining.

Quinn could only manage a nod in response, the redhead soon exiting the bathroom. The intern took a minute or two to compose himself before heading out himself. He made a quick stop at the microwave, heating up the coffee a bit, before returning to his manager.

"Took you long enough!" Prisha scolded half-jokingly, snatching the mug out of his hand.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. The machine was having trouble."

-1 BS. 15 BS remaining.

God damn it! He forgot that he could use the app by accident. It was not a huge loss but he needed to be more careful.

"Oh, of course, that machine is always acting up!" She agreed, gulping down the creaming liquid. "Ah, that's just what I needed! Thank you again, Quinn!"

+2 BS. 17 BS remaining.

It seemed there were diminishing returns on coffee "boosts." Still, he politely replied "You're Welcome!" before returning to his desk.