Estella's POV as she makes her report

The company's Sexual Harassment Commissioner, Tanya, was a tall thin but curvy middle-aged woman, sitting behind a high desk that concealed her lower body.

As Estella stepped into the office she felt the judgment of Tanya's eyes running over her dishevelled appearance, from her top clinging to her big tits wet with sweat and spit and cum, down to her torn skirt hanging half-off and revealing her wet panties and cum-covered thigh.

"Hi, come on in and take a seat," Tanya said with a welcoming smile. "Has there been an incident you'd like to tell me about?"

Estella nodded. She was having difficulty speaking because she was ashamed of how much she'd enjoyed the harassment and ****. "Something happened with - with... Josh West."

"Josh West?"

Estella nodded.

Tanya typed that on her computer keyboard before turning back to Estella with another encouraging smile. "You can tell me... this room is soundproofed. What exactly happened with Mr West? How did it start?"

Estella looked down at her lap, feeling the cum still oozing out of her pussy under her skirt. "Hand up my skirt," she mumbled. "At his cubicle."

Type type type. "Was he copping a brief feel or was it more of a long intense grope?" asked Tanya.

"Maybe a minute? And he... he stuck his finger in, you know..."

Tanya clapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh! So basically for a whole minute you let him grope and finger you in front of everyone?"

"I guess... kinda, yeah," Estella confessed. "I mean, I was too stunned to do anything, you know."

Tanya typed some more. "You said up your skirt... was this the short skirt you're wearing now?"

Estella shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Does it really matter what I was wearing?"

"I need to know all these details if I'm going to try and corroborate your story."

"Alright... yes it was the same skirt," Estella admitted.

Tanya scratched her nose. Estella had a sinking feeling that Tanya suspected she'd enjoyed it.

"It wasn't torn yet!" Estella hastily clarified.

"Still, I assume the hemline hasn't changed. Before he started touching you, were you posing in any particular way that might have... helped arouse his passions?" Tanya asked delicately.

"Posing?" Estella couldn't believe this line of questioning. "I mean, I was just standing there..."

"Oh? How close were you... standing?" Why did that last word sound so skeptical?

"Next to him. But only to look at his computer," Estella explained.

"Oh right next to him... so you entered his personal space?" Tanya's hand covered her mouth again. Did she keep covering her face to hide her reactions?

"Where else could I have stood?"

"I can just picture the scene," said Tanya. "In order to look down at his screen, you must have been leaning forward?"

Estella shrugged uncomfortably. "I guess, probably, yeah?"

"In that skirt?" added Tanya, a hint of judgement in her voice.

Estella just nodded, feeling more ashamed by the second. To make matters worse, she also felt her clit starting to warm up again like her asshole boss had predicted.

Tanya typed intently with one hand. Her other hand adjusted something under her desk where she must have some kind of machine, starting up with a faint buzzing noise.

"Did Mr West say anything during the finger-fucking?"

Josh's words reverberated in Estella's mind. You know you're asking for it in that short skirt, you fucking cocktease. Don't pretend you don't like it, slut.

Estella swallowed. "I - I can't remember."

"What happened next?" Tanya asked with a little too much eagerness.

"He... he put my hand on his... his thing..."

"Oh!" Tanya's hand leapt back to her mouth in surprise. "Was it hard?"

"Yes... very. I mean, you know, fully."

Tanya's hand stroked her face as she typed some more. "And you're sure you didn't do anything to make it hard, and make him lose control over his actions?"

Estella couldn't believe the Sexual Harassment Commissioner was being so charitable to an alleged harasser. "I told you, I had to stand there, and then I froze."

"And did you rub his hard cock?"

Estella looked at the floor. "A bit. He sort of... set my hand in motion."

"Did you stop stroking it after he took his hand away?"

Estella shook her head shamefully.

Tanya's hand was definitely covering her expression now. "So you voluntarily kept physically stimulating the horny cock driving him to touch you sexually? Why?"

"I guess... autopilot? Got distracted," she mumbled.

Type type type. "How big is his dick?" Tanya asked casually.

Estella stared at the Sexual Harassment Commissioner. "Why?"

"It sounds like you got a good feel of it. If your estimate of his dick size is inaccurate, that could be evidence against your claim," Tanya replied smoothly.

"Um... bigger than average, I'd say?"

Tanya clapped her hand to her mouth again. "Oh wow."

Estella tried to change the subject away from Josh's dick. "He... he pulled my panties down..."

"And did you attempt to pull your panties back up?"

"He told me to kick them away." Estella hoped she had evaded the question.

"And again you just did what he told you?"

Estella could only shrug helplessly.

Tanya scratched her nose as she typed a long string of words.

"Anyway then he tore my skirt off and - and exposed me to the whole office," Estella blurted out.

"Oh! Do you think kicking away your panties might have given him the impression that you would want your skirt removed too?"

"No... noooo..."

Type type type type type.

"He... he made me crawl for my panties."

"Oh!" There was Tanya's hand back at her mouth yet again. "Does this mean you stuck your bare bum in the air for everyone to see?"

Estella nodded miserably. "How else was I supposed to get them back?"

"Couldn't you have knelt down to avoid pointing your ass up?"

"They were under the desk."

"Couldn't you have asked another coworker to fetch the panties for you?"

"Uh... I guess I didn't think of that." Estella didn't want to mention that all her coworkers had been laughing at her.

"Was there any particular reason you fell into such a submissive mode with the amorous Mr West?"

Estella exploded defensively. "Look, I know what you're thinking but you don't understand! He said if I did what he wanted it would be over quicker, and -"

Tanya interrupted: "Was your pussy wet?"

"What?" Estella hoped she'd heard wrongly. Surely she'd heard wrongly.

"The hole between your legs. Was it wet?"

"Why is that relevant?"

"Well... I know in my professional role I'm supposed to be politically correct, but... speaking woman to woman, we both know a wet pussy means... pleasure." Tanya gave an oddly intense sigh. "Which some guys might perceive as consent."

Estella's voice reduced to a mumble again. "I didn't... didn't consent."

"If your pussy was dry, others in the office would have observed that. So... were you wet?" Tanya repeated.

Estella nodded reluctantly.

Tanya was unable to hide a perverted smirk before her hand got to her face. "Why were you wet?"

"I don't know." Estella also didn't know why she was getting so wet again now. Juices were flowing like a river down there. "I put my panties back on. That proves I wanted them on, right?"

"Did you put your skirt back on too?"

"No," Estella admitted. "I mean, it's torn as you can see."

"I can't see under the desk. Show me again." Tanya leaned forward expectantly.

"I don't think -"

"Show me," Tanya repeated in a firm commanding tone that reminded Estella of her rapists.

All the humiliation was making Estella so horny that she couldn't resist doing as she was told. She slowly stood up, blushing. The flimsy material was hanging off on one side, exposing plenty of thigh. She hoped it didn't expose her very wet panties.

Tanya covered her mouth but couldn't hide the raw arousal in her eyes, gazing directly at Estella's crotch. She held up her phone, recording the sexy sight.

"Spin around. Slowly. So I can assess the damage from all sides."

Estella rotated, showing Tanya the exposed strip of her butt.

She heard a rapid breath that was almost a moan. "Ooh!" And she could still hear that buzzing noise, which sounded suspiciously like a vibrator.

But by the time Estella completed her spin, Tanya composed herself again and busied herself with typing. "So... after you put your panties back on... what happened next?"

Back in her seat, Estella hesitated. She suddenly remembered she'd intended not to incriminate Max. Could she explain what Josh did without mentioning the other man fucking her at the same time?