A reverse hot potato of sorts

"What is the game?", you ask cautiously, not that you will be able to refuse if you do not like it. You do not know how you know this exactly, but Diana's excitement must indicate it will be more sexual than most. You knew before that she has always preferred female companionship, but there is something else, as if a voice in your mind is telling you you should know this, based on the experiences had by the version of you who always lived in this reality. You wrote old rules in the Rulebook, after all. In any case, overanalysing this will not make much of a difference right now, the thing already has proven it is nothing short of magical.

"Have a look at your chair", Diana says. You walk to it and rotate it to discover a vibrator dildo, 7 inches at a glance, sticking out of it, securely taped. "We each have the app to control it and the code for this toy and we will take turns", chimes in Laura. Girls are taking the lead on this one, it seems. "It's simple. Whoever makes you cum, wins. We even worked out a schedule to make give everyone a fair chance, the first person gets 6 minutes and then we all work in 2-minute intervals". Yes, knowing that your coworkers will masturbate you in a fair equitable way makes it much better. Not that you in particular have any right to complain, you asked for it, unlike all the other young Asians out there.

"Wins what?", you ask, feeling somehow that the prize might need your involvement no less than the game. You turn out to be quite right. "You can spend the rest of the working day as their naked furniture, like a footstool or side table", replies Laura. "Assuming you finish your work before orgasming, but then you said before going for lunch that you're almost done", adds Diana. "Oh, and Miss Cho, you only need to last an hour not to need to do this", says Dave, your intern, in a tone that suggests he thinks he is being helpful. You can almost believe he is being sincere... But not quite. Even though there must be an abundance of humiliated women in this new reality, personally enjoying your own manager several years your senior must still be a rare treat.

"Okay, just let me settle down", you say, trying to act casually. You put your bag down and hover over your chair, acutely aware of the several pairs of eyes on you. Fortunately, you are wearing a skirt and you do not need to show much (yet, at least, unless you do the impossible and last the full hour). Carefully you reach under it and pull the damp crotch of your panties to the side; then you begin to lower yourself.

You manage not to make a sound as you push yourself down into the tip and then lower still. You are not exactly surprised to find the going quite easy. The earlier humiliation, the encounter with the all but naked Indian girl earlier and the very sight of a dildo on your office chair all ensured you are more aroused than you remember being in quite some time. Still, you are being slow and careful; finally, your cheeks settle on the seat. You sigh and pull yourself towards your desk. Then you click the mouse button to wake up your computer.

"Go ahead", you say. "Just don't forget you have work to do still while you're at it." Yes, you must sound like a real boss now.