It's Paul from IT

"Who is it?" Abbie asked.

"Hey Abbie. I'm Paul. I'm from IT. I got word you needed some help with your computer?"

Jake stood there, frozen. He was almost visible to Paul, his cock sticking out from his pants. Abbie, either in an effort to hide him or an effort to make things even more complicated, grabbed his dick with her left hand as she leaned out the door to her right.

"Right, of course. Yes, I need someone to help me set up my web cam for a virtual conference I'm supposed to attend. I've never used a web cam before."

"Gotcha,” said Paul. “It's pretty easy."

Jake thought, yeah it's easy. I coulda set that up for you … while you were under your desk with my dick in your mouth. He scoffed lightly at Paul's comment, and Abbie gave his cock a squeeze, and then she slapped it and let go.

"Come on in, Paul," she said. Jake freaked out. He had **** but to spin around and find something to fake his reason for being there.

First thing Jake saw was a loose file folder on top of the cabinet. He faced the cabinet (to hide his dick), and grabbed the folder, pretending to read it.

Abbie looked at him and licked her lips as she walked by. "Paul, this is Jake. He works in data entry."

Paul waved, and Jake glanced over his shoulder and mumbled something.

"Here's the computer. And here's the camera I got." Abbie held out the box with the new camera in it.

Paul surveyed the equipment and read a bit of whatever was written on the box. "Okay, this is easy. Give me a sec to set it up. I may have a few questions along the way."

"No problem, Paul," said Abbie. As Paul worked, Abbie went back to Jake. She stood behind him and squeezed his ass.

"What are you doing?" Jake hissed. He frantically tried to stuff his dick back into his pants, but Abbie wasn't making that possible. She reached around him with her right hand (out of view, should Paul look up), and almost fought Jake to keep his dick out.

"Yes," said Abbie loudly. "This is the file we were talking about. I have to say, finding the right file can be really hard. Digging around to get what you want -- very, very hard."

"You're so funny," Jake whispered.

"I know! I'm a riot!"

Paul looked up. "Okay, I need you to type in your password here." Abbie returned to her desk. Paul was seated, so Abbie had to lean over him to type in her password. "Thanks."

Abbie went back over to Jake. He had succeeded, by this point, at putting his dick back in his pants and zipping up again. He wanted to get a little **** on Abbie, just something playful and fun.

"Abbie," he whispered. "Can I unbutton some of your shirt?"

Abbie looked at him and turned a little pink. "Sure, Jake. What did you have in mind?"

She had a yellow silk shirt on with four buttons done, the top two already open (in a reasonable office amount of appropriateness). Jake reached out and undid the topmost of the remaining buttons. "Hmm. Not enough." He unfastened the next one as well.

"Abbie?" said Paul.

"One more," whispered Jake. He undid a third button, leaving only the bottom one intact.

"Yes?" answered Abbie, though she was looking at Jake.

"I need you to enter your password again."