Hiring an office slut

He tried to focus on the quarterly reports on his screen, but the numbers swam. The ache sharpened. He could feel the fullness, a specific kind of pressure that signaled he was past the point of mere discomfort and heading into real pain. He sighed, saved his work, and stood up. His slacks did little to hide the prominent bulge. He didn't bother trying to conceal it; no one here expected him to.

He pulled out his phone and disconnected from the office wifi so that he could access his favourite porn site.

He undid his fly and withdrew his cock. If he was of a better mindset his might have been ashamed of his actions, but he didn't care who was watching. He was almost proud. He stroked himself while watching a creampie compilation. With a little stimulation, the floodgates opened and he clambered for a location to cum. The only things nearby was a coffee mug, so he aimed at that. Most of his load made it in, but his jizz fire hosed out of him that the coffee cup ended up not only full, but completely covered in cum.

"Chris, good, you're ready," his boss Melanie said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Listen, before we head in, wanted to run something by you."

"Sure, what's up?"

"The board has been reviewing your accommodation," Melanie began, her tone business-like. "They're incredibly supportive, of course. Your productivity speaks for itself. But they're concerned about... efficiency. The time you spend, the potential for mess, the general... logistics of it all."

Chris frowned. "It works. It's not like I have a choice."

"I know, I know, and we're not taking that away," Melanie reassured him. "We're just looking to... optimize. They've approved a trial for a new position. An 'Office Wellness Coordinator'." She paused, letting the title hang in the air. "Basically, we'd hire someone. A dedicated person. To help you. On-site."

Chris stared at him. "You mean... hire a...?"

"A professional," Melanie said smoothly. "Someone who understands the condition, the requirements. It would free up your time, keep you from having to handle it yourself between meetings. Think of it as having a dedicated assistant for this specific task. We've already got a candidate coming in Friday. Her name's Chloe. It will be a different woman every day as we are working with an agency. Variety is the spice of life"

The idea was so absurd, so beyond the already bizarre reality of his daily life, that Chris almost laughed. A company-provided partner? A slut on the company payroll? The sheer, audacious practicality of it struck him. No more rushed sessions in a closet. No more aching through a long conference call. Just... relief. On demand.

"Okay," Chris said slowly, a grin starting to form. "I'm listening."

"Great," Melanie beamed. "We think you'll find it a significant... upgrade in quality of life."