Ashley is Very Dedicated to Her Career Now!

Author's Note: I accidentally published the previous chapter a couple days ago and kept it empty. Make sure you've read it before proceeding with this one!

It felt strange being so focused on my work while being aware that this moment of the day was only an interlude before being split between two opposite worlds, two separate realities, each of them pulling me in different directions. Here, in the office, I was mostly back to myself, save for a few tweaks designed to ensure I wouldn't cause trouble to either of my men. My men... What a weird thing to think... I was more theirs than they were mine. I should have been more scared, or worried, or angry, but the suggestions in my fucked up mind made sure I was none of the above. I was focused on being a good employee, and all I could feel whenever my limited ability to think about the rest of my life kicked in was a respectful sense of duty. Right now, the idea that I'd be leaving the office soon and that I'd be spending some time with one of the two men who owned me felt more akin to another job to do rather than a pleasure or a torment. They were toying with me, toying with my mind, toying with my body, and I simply could not imagine any other way to exist. Soon, I'd be back with Simon for the evening and this calm and detached perspective I was experiencing right now would be replaced by an overwhelming love and devotion towards him. Then, the following day, I'd get to be with John for the weekend, a lustful slut who would throw herself at his feet at the first opportunity.

Curtis, our floor manager, a tall bearded fellow in his fifties, entered the meeting room and sat down at the end of the table. "Ashley," he said, looking at his phone to check the time. "You're early. That's good."

I nodded, feeling that same sense of duty welling inside me. "Thank you sir. I just wanted to be prepared for the meeting."

"I gotta say, I'm impressed by your work lately. Your last report was top notch."

"Thank you," I said. It felt weird, having an actual conversation with someone that wasn't either Simon or John. Nowadays, it only happened here in the office. It felt good, though. It was good. "I've been working really hard."

"I know. And it shows." He sighed and put his phone down on the table. "And..." He looked at the door to make sure no one else was there. "I'm glad whatever you and John had been up to has settled down. I was a little worried there but..."

I clenched my teeth. I needed to protect my masters. I needed to do a good job at the office. "I... Well..." Fuck, Ashley, think!

"Hey, it's alright. It's not my place to pry, as long as it doesn't affect your performance or cause trouble, and it seems like it's all good now, right?"

"Right..." I nodded and tried to **** myself to smile. "We've worked it out. We're good now."

"Good!" Curtis said. He looked down at his phone again, clearly ready to end the conversation there.

Soon enough, the rest of the team joined in. Annah, Robert, Vincent... John showed up last. As usual, he was looking like a mess and smelled of sweat. In more normal circumstances, I would have been disgusted, like the rest of the team, like I used to be, but instead I was compelled to be filled with an intense sense of respect. "Hey John," I said as he sat down next to me.

"Hey Ashley. How's life?" He said, grinning at me. From the looks the others gave us, it was obvious they didn't buy our act.

"It's fine," I said. "How about you?" I knew how he was doing, or rather I had a pretty good idea. The soreness of my entire body Monday morning was a good indication.

"Oh, it's going pretty well," he said, and I could feel his foot rubbing against my ankle under the table. I cleared my throat and moved slightly away from him. Nothing of the sort was neither allowed nor desired from me during working hours. That was the deal. John and Simon's deal.

The meeting went well, despite John's attempts at flirting with me. At the end of the meeting, he lingered behind, clearly expecting some alone time with me. I was packing up my things when he closed the door behind him.

"Oh I can't wait for the weekend," he said, grinning. "You've been so fucking good lately, and you're gonna get such a reward."

Again, that absurd respectful feeling was washing over me. "Oh I'm sure it's going to be something," I said politely.

"It will be. Trust me. I'm gonna take really good care of you. You're gonna love it."

All I could do is nod and smile. Surely I'd be ecstatic about it tomorrow when I'd be with him.

"Well, see you tomorrow," he said as I walked past him, and I nodded and smiled again. See you tomorrow, master.