Flexi-time for groping—but don't cum

You step out of the flow of pedestrians next to a gigantic piece of modern sculpture on a low plinth, a gift from your company to the city. You're not sure what it's meant to represent (when asked, the sculptor said enterprise and community, you recall), but the plinth is commonly used as a makeshift bench, although it's currently unoccupied. Due to the **** your bottom has received on the journey, you don't sit down, but put your bag on the limestone dais and pull out the Rulebook, starting a new page for your employer.

Old Rule: Female employees who are delayed or distracted from work, as a result of having their bare genitals and/or buttocks and/or breasts touched in a public place and/or providing sexual gratification to a person who has touched them in this way, may make up the time at the end of the work day without detriment to their career or professional reputation.

You hesitate. If you weren't so horny right now, you might leave it at that, but being teased and taken advantage of without satisfaction was so humiliating and arousing that you can't resist trying something else. If it's too much, you can always erase it, after all.

New Rule: Female employees are not permitted to have orgasms during the work day, on or off the premises, including when making up time at the end of the day.

That should be enough, but you want one more thing and turn back to the previous page to add another general rule.

Old Rule: Asian women never bring themselves or other Asian women to orgasm.

As soon as you finish writing, you feel a flood of frustrated desire wash through you so powerfully that it takes your breath away. Completely dependent on others for your pleasure, your need is so **** that your first instinct is to quit your job and beg the first person you see to make you cum. Maybe you've gone a bit too far! Quickly, you change Old to New and your arousal, whilst still nearly as high as it's ever been, drops to a level that is just about manageable.

You hurry into the building before you're tempted to play any more, getting your buttocks slapped five more times on even that short distance. If this happens everywhere you go, it's going to get seriously annoying, not to mention painful. Perhaps you ought to amend your see it, touch it rule to ameliorate the problem, but you suppose that can wait until you're about to leave work again.

Scanning your ID at the entrance shows, as expected, that you're late, but the touch screen has the new option Authorize Absence. You tap it and then select both Having my bare genitals and/or buttocks and/or breasts touched in a public place and Providing sexual gratification to a person who has touched my bare genitals and/or buttocks and/or breasts in a public place. Another screen then pops up asking whether you had an orgasm and you truthfully answer No, although it was before you wrote the new rule, so it wasn't banned at the time, anyway. A warning appears on the screen that lying is fraud and the company will prosecute any employee trying to game the system, but you just select Don't show this again and dismiss the banner. The screen then tells you that you have to make up seventeen minutes at the end of the day.

Not wanting to delay any longer, you take the lift up to your office. As the small metal cuboid rises through the shaft, the reality of the situation starts to set in. You're about to meet all your work colleagues, completely naked and dripping with lust. The panic you felt in the coffee shop immediately after writing the clothing choice rule is nothing compared with what you feel now! Even the urge to rub your aching bottom is eclipsed by worry about how your team will react and you're on the point of resorting to the Rulebook again when the car slows to a halt and the doors open with a ping.