Grace the Headhunter

Grace looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She clenched her hands into fists. She looked like a slut. She wasn't embarrassed by it. It was intentional.

A push-up bra helped expose a creamy valley of cleavage. She was under no illusions, this was simply not appropriate for work. Her stripper trait was doing a lot of heavy lifting, letting her stand here in the office bathroom without any shame. She knew this could be her last day of work. She didn't want to quit, or be fired. Now that her boss was actually giving her assignments, real assignments, she wanted to stay. To learn. Of course that was all secondary to her primary goal of employment. Making money.

With only a little bit of summer left before returning to University in the fall she didn't know if she could find another job. At least not one that paid so well. Especially not one that looked good on her resume. She was going to do her best to keep this position. She had a plan. Officially she was sick today. She'd done her best to sneak her way upstairs, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. If things went well, nobody would dare tell her boss anything about her being here today.

Before she lost her nerve she left the bathroom. She made her way over to Jason's office and quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She locked it before turning to see a stunned Jason sitting at his desk.

"Uh...wha...?" Jason mumbled, confused by her sudden appearance.

Grace **** herself to smile at him, "Hi Jason. Um...listen. I'm sorry about making trouble for you before. I wanted to apologize and make it up to you."

Jason nodded dumbly, "Well...uh...ya. I appreciate that. Actually...if you wanted to make it up to me do you think you could talk to some of the other women? I've developed a bit of a reputation and..."

Grace shook her head, "That's not what I meant." She slowly walked around his desk as he followed her with his eyes. She grabbed the armrests of his chair and spun him, then sank down to her knees, "I thought this would be an appropriate apology." She reached forward and slowly pulled down his zipper.

Jason turned red, "Grace...this...we're at work...I..." Grace hadn't heard the word no so she kept going, undoing his belt and opening his pants, "It's not appropriate..."

Grace paused and looked up at him, "Really? That's what you are going with?"

Jason looked down at her, "Wait...are you recording this or something? This some kind of sting?"

Grace stood up and bent forward at her waist, giving her a wonderful view of her chest, "Do I look like I'm hiding anything? Want to pat me down?"

Unfortunately he did, but Grace had anticipated that. She hadn't even brought her phone, just in case. Surprisingly he did just pat her, not even taking the time to grope her. "Ok, uh, I guess you aren't recording."

She knelt back down, "So what do you say?"

Jason nodded egarly, "Uh. Ya. I accept your...uh...ya"

Grace pulled his cock out of his pants, it was already starting to get hard. She licked the tip as she made eye contact with him and he actually whimpered. Grace had spent a lot of time on her knees recently, but this time was different. She didn't feel submissive, or disgusted, or any of the other emotions she was used to. She felt powerful. She was the one in control here.

She took her time. Teasing him. Taunting. She used everything she'd learned to draw it out, giving him pleasure but never letting him climax. She waited. She waited until he begged. Finally when he could take it no more she sped up and let him cum, being sure to swallow every single drop.

She stood up and winked at him, "So am I forgiven?"

He nodded dumbly.

"Good. So I was wondering, do you think there are any other men who would appreciate my...apologies?"

Jason looked at her confused, "What..."

Grace rolled her eyes, "I want to blow some other guys at work. Do you know anyone else who would be cool with that?"

Jason thought seriously for a moment, "Huh...you want to? I'm confused...but...ya. I could think of a few guys who wouldn't hesitate."

"Good. There's an empty office on the 12th floor. Room 1224. Tell your friends to meet me there if they want the same treatment. Oh, and you can come too, well, if you can cum." Grace turned and walked towards the door, "Oh and tell them to hurry. I won't wait all day."

She unlocked the door and opened it, quickly stepping outside. Her heart was racing. She'd just given a blowjob at work and gotten away with it. Now she just had to see if Jason would follow through or not. She'd scouted out possible locations earlier. Office 1224 was ideal. It was far from the stairs and elevator. It had been unoccupied for a while. There was nobody nearby and no reason for anyone else to enter. She made her way there and waited.

About 10 minutes later the door opened and a man walked in. He grinned at her, "So you must be Grace?" He said.

She nodded, "Yes. Jason sent you?"

"He did...he um...this isn't like...a trick?" The man asked.

Grace shook her head and sank to her knees, "Nope. No trick. It's hard to explain why, but basically I just need to blow a bunch of guys today. Don't you want to be one of them?"

"Uh ya. For sure." He said, still grinning, "Can I see your tits?"

Grace sighed as she was **** by the app to pull up her shirt and bra and flash him. As soon as she had control again she covered up. "Happy?" She asked, not actually wanting to expose herself. Then Grace considered for a second. She was pretty sure she had to get out of here without getting caught too. If she accidently let some cum drip and land on her shirt it would be a problem. She took it off and put it aside where it would be safe and knelt back down wearing only her bra and skirt, "You ready now?"

The man nodded and helpfully dropped his pants and boxers. Grace didn't hesitate, she wanted to get this over with. Unlike with Jason this man was a stranger and she didn't get the same sense of power from teasing him. She just tried to make him cum as quickly as possible.

Not quickly enough to avoid interruption though. The door opened and two more men strode in, "Holy shit! Jason wasn't lying!" One of them said.

"Fuck ya. Hey! Close the door. We don't want to get caught, idiot!" The second one said.

Without waiting for her the two men dropped their pants and came to stand beside her, "Hey why don't you get started on us? We're lonely over here." One of them said to her.

She popped off the first man's cock, "Just wait your turn. I only have one mouth."

"Ya but you have two hands. Get to work slut."

Grace glared at him. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but she also really needed him to finish her challenge. Thankfully one of the others came to her rescue, "Hey man. Back off. Are you trying to scare her off? Sorry about him. We can wait."

She looked at the one who had spoken, "Thanks. Actually...fine. I can warm you two up." It was a little awkward, trying to suck one man's cock while she gave the other two hand jobs, but she made it work.

The man in her mouth suddenly came without warning and she was so distracted by trying to please all three that she let some of it slip out of her mouth and dripping onto her chest. "Hey! A little warning next time." She said.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly.

She couldn't let it bother her. She moved onto the next cock, still pumping the third man with one hand. The third man didn't get the memo apparently. She wasn't paying attention to how close he was when he suddenly gasped and came. Hot cum splattered against her cheek and her hair and she pulled back, shocked, "HEY! My hair!"

"Don't worry. We'll get you a towel after." He said.

A towel wouldn't help her. Now she'd have to sneak out with streaks of cum in her hair. Just great. She started to go back to the man who hadn't yet cum when the door opened to admit two more men. She decided to ignore them for now and just went back to the man she'd been blowing. Without trying to give handjobs at the same time it was easier to focus on him and ignored her surroundings.

A bad idea. She felt something splash on her chest and opened her eyes to see one of them jacking himself off. She pulled off the cock to protest when the other newcoming suddenly unloaded on her too.

"Oh my God!" She yelled, "Why did you do that? I didn't say that was ok!"

"Sorry. I figured...well..." One man said.

She looked down at her chest. There was no helping it. "Whatever. Just...wait for me guys. Seriously."

She went back to sucking and the man soon came, as she wanted, in her mouth. As she swallowed she looked around, "Anyone ready for round two?"

And so her morning passed by. Jason exceeded her wildest expectations and sent 11 men to her. He also stopped by himself for a second go. After her last admonishment most of them obeyed her wishes and saved their cum for her mouth, but a few of them missed or ignored that memo and intentionally came on her. After she'd given her 5th blowjob she was tempted to end it then and there, but on her knees in a room fully of horny men she decided it was best to keep going until they were all done.

Eventually the men left. A few after their first orgasm, most after their second. Only one man was able to get it up three times but thankfully each time was short lived. Finally she was alone. Cum streaked her hair, ran down her cheek, and absolutely plastered her chest. She was disgusting. She was also incredibly turned on. That stupid humiliation trait, why did she have to think it was so hot?

She was tempted to lock the door and get herself off too, but she restrained herself. Better to save it for later. Right now she had to escape. She put her shirt back on, but unfortunately she had so much cleavage on display it didn't hide the fact that she was covered in cum. She used her phone as a mirror, her face wasn't too bad since it had dried, but her hair was a problem. She tried wiping it away but found she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

She figured she had two choices. She could hide here. Wait the day out. Hope she's the last one out. Or she could make a run for it. After a few minutes of deliberation she decided to run. She just didn't have the patience to stay here all day.

She slowly opened the door and poked her head out. She couldn't see anyone. She tiptoed out of the room. The distance to the stairs had made this office attractive, but was now causing a problem. She was short enough that it was easy enough to hide using the cubicle partitions, but it was a long way to her exit. She was grateful the workforce on this floor was mostly men. They were all so loud she was able to avoid them, ducking into unused cubicles or down other aisles until finally she reached the staircase.

She started heading down until she heard voices, "You were right Sarah. Taking the stairs is great exercise. We should do this everyday."

"Totally. We have to go up and down every day, might as well get a workout in." Came a reply.

Shoot. They are headed her way. Grace was **** to go up instead of down. She tried stepping quietly so they wouldn't hear her, and fortunately they were pretty loud themselves. She was just passing the entrance to the 14th floor when the door opened. She turned and stared like a deer caught in headlights.

A man stood there, "Uh...sorry." He said. He closed the door quickly. Whew, at least she'd been caught by a man. She listened closely, it was quiet now. Those women must have exited the stairwell.

She hurried now, as fast as she dared in her heels. She was lucky, nobody else entered the stairwell while she was there. She made it to the door to the lobby and slowly pushed the door open. She could see the receptionist, but otherwise the lobby was empty. Grace waited, and waited. Finally the phone rang and the receptionist answered. That was her chance.

Grace dashed out of the stairwell, intentionally looking away from the receptionist. She touched the front door, pushed it open. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stood on the sidewalk. She'd done it. She'd won.

"Grace?" A woman's voice said. Grace turned towards her, "Is that you?"

Grace looked stunned at Mary, one of the managers on her floor. Grace shook her head. She panicked. She didn't know much Korean, but she knew a few words. She said a few words, just nonsense, praying the Mary would just leave her alone.

"Oh uh...sorry." Mary hurried past her into the building.

Grace's heart wwas beating faster than she thought possible. Had she been caught? Was it all for nothing?

No, she was outside. She had to have one. She started walking, putting distance from her work. She pulled out her phone and checked.

Quest Complete

Headhunter

Reward: 1000 Gems for Completion

7500 for Bonus Orgasms

1000 for Bonus Facial

That was a lot of gems. Once she picked her trait this afternoon she would have enough for two legendary loot boxes. Each with a 5% chance to leave this wretched game. Maybe it had been worth it. As long as she kept her job it definitely was. So what if she had a reputation now, those guys could never take advantage of it or risk punishment themselves. She smiled, she'd done it.