At work (slight rework of "The Receptionist" above)

The rest of Josh's commute was pretty uneventful, with the exception of a long, shuddering moan, followed by a contented sigh, signaling the orgasm of the teenage girl behind him. Josh got off the bus at his stop, made his way towards the towering office building where he worked and got on the elevator to reach his floor.

As the elevator doors to his floor opened, Josh was greeted by a whimper. Sophie, the receptionist, was leaning back in her chair, her skirt pulled up, her eyes shut as she pumped her tunnel with the fingers of one hand and massaged her clit with the other. At the sound of the elevator doors shutting, she opened her eyes. "Oh! Hi Josh!" she said. She was in her mid-30s, with small (but cute) breasts, a short undercut, dark purple lipstick, and cute black thigh-highs that accentuated the creamy insides of her thighs. Josh waved hi back, mesmerized by how her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. They were coated in her juices and she was leaking all over the towel she had put under her ass.

An idea snuck its way into Josh's head. He took his phone out and quickly typed into the app:

• "Women can't achieve orgasm without the help of a man."

Thinking a little, he followed that up with:

• "Helping women cum in public is acceptable and encouraged."

Sophie moaned harder, biting her lip. "Hey Josh, since you're here . . . do you think you could give me a hand? I've been teasing myself ever since I woke up, and I'm ready to cum."

"Sure thing." he said, trying not to sound too eager. He stepped behind the desk and leaned over her, putting one hand on the back of her chair and moving the other towards her slit. Sophie took off her own hands and began to rub her chest instead. Josh started working her slowly, his fingers alternating between darting in and out of her hole and stroking her lips, massaging her clit with the heel of his hand.

Sophie squirmed in her chair, her breath low and ragged. "Please," she said. The desperation in her voice was just darling. Josh worked her faster, slowing down just as he thought she might be about to cum. "Please," she begged again. Josh started working her with steady, vigorous strokes. He could feel her pussy start to twitch, her moans intensifying. "Please, Josh, I need it, make me cum... please..."

Her orgasm was loud and vocal, her juices shooting out around his hand and onto the towel. "Fuck . . . " she muttered, looking at the mess she'd made. She pointed at Josh's hand. "Let me clean that up for you." she said flirtatiously. Josh obliged, letting her suck her cum off his fingers. "Mmm, that was good." she said. "Thanks a ton."

"Anytime," said Josh. He walked off, distracted by thoughts of what this new rules twist meant. A world full of **** women who needed his touch. Helping his mom and sister get off at home. Lesbian relationships that turned into long edgefests, requiring the services of a man to help either partner achieve satisfaction . . .