Alicia's Workplace Dilemma

Over the years, the country had gone through a lot of things. Cultural shifts, economic factors, laws regarding differences in public opinion, etc.

To keep things brief: sexual activity in public was now legal.

Alicia's office was for a modest, yet robust software company, and like a lot of companies these days, they had started implementing new wave "worker relation initiatives" into their daily life. Workers were made to sign a stack of NDAs and go through an extra day of training and meetings before being allowed to participate, but once that was done.

In short: companies who agreed to these programs allowed their employees to have sex during work hours.

Studies find that workers who partook in these "relations" were more productive and happy than those who weren't. Contraceptives, birth-control and anything related to STIs were added to their health insurance.

Unfortunately for Alicia (or maybe fortunately?), Alicia had undergone all the steps necessary to make her fresh meat for employees willing to vent their libido on her. While nervous at first, she was actually looking forward to it.

The idea of having all the sex she could want was nice. Doing it in the office in front of her co-workers just turned her on more.

What she didn't ask for was to be passed around like a dishrag to the Sanders Triplets.

The Sanders' were a trio of identical triplet women who all worked on the same floor as Alicia, and they had all taken a fancy to her. They would always joke around and even flirt with Alicia whenever she walked by, and she always took it in stride. And then the Initiative was implemented, and the second Alicia's training was done, the triplets pounced like wild animals.

She had the right to refuse. While work-programs like the Initiative were just asking for ****, on-paper Alicia had every right to refuse and threaten them with HR if they refused to accept her refusal.

But on the other hand, the sex was still amazing. Sometimes she would be making out with one of them in the bathroom. Other times she would walk into her workspace first thing in the morning, only to find all three of them, stripped completely naked and ready to lick every inch of her like a pack of cats out to pamper her.

Some days it was just the kind of pick-me-up she needed. Other times she went home more exhausted than ever.