Jan's Office

"This is my office," said Jan opening a door to an empty room other than a single desk and chair combination. The had nothing on it except for a single laptop.

"Yep, never been used," said Michael in the back of the group.

"Oh it's been used more than you know," replied Jan to Michael's comment. She cast a devilish look to Jim who just smiled politely not catching her meaning.

"What was that?" Asked Michael sticking his head over Pam's shoulder.

"Nothing," answered Jan. Michael accepted the answer and pulled back away from Pam, but before doing so he glanced down getting an eyeful of Pam's ample cleavage. Jan didn't notice as she walked through the group and brushed her chest against Jim's arm as she went. "And this is my workspace."

Jan opened another door to a small room filled with candles. The overpowering smell wafted into the hallway making both Jim and Pam cringe.

"This is it, check that out, can you smell that?" Asked Michael pushing the couple into the room. There were shelves and shelves of candles. A melting pot that Jan used to mix her candles sat on a table in the center. Each candle had a label saying "Serenity by Jan"

"Uh-huh," said Pam holding her hand to her nose to keep from gagging.

"As you can smell there's a lot of different odors going on in here," said Michael apparently immune to the odor. Jim stuck his head into the hallway to take a deep breath mouthing the words "oh my God."

"So you have an office and a workspace?" Asked Pam.

"I do, I can't create in the same space I conduct business," said Jan grabbing a candle from a nearby shelf and smelling it. "I'm sure that you're the same with your doodles."

Pam didn't know what to say to Jan's comment. Jan didn't wait for a response either. She thrust the candle under Jim's nose.

"Smell," said Jan pressing her enhanced breasts against Jim. Jim sniffed the candle.

"It's fire," said Jim back away from Jan and into a shelf. Jan didn't let him get away. She moved right with him keeping her chest pressed against his ignoring Pam.

"Uh-huh, Bonfire," said Jan locking her eyes onto Jim's "It's quite romantic, don't you think?"

"Bond," said Michael to Pam oblivious to Jan's flirting with Jim.

"Men love this one," Jan said to Jim biting her lower lip. "If you know what I mean?"

"James Bond Fire," said Michael trying to entertain Pam. "Bond fire, James Bond Fire."

Pam smiled to be polite, but she caught everything Jan was doing.

"When I get frustrated, or irritated or... angry," said Jan looking at Michael as he and Pam went into the hallway. "I come up here and I just smell all my candles and it just -poof- goes away."

"Just like that?" Asked Jim still pinned by Jan.

"Just like that," repeated Jan before leaning into Jim's ear. "Well, sometimes I take a more intimate approach when I need to get relief."

Jan grabbed Jim's crotch and squeezed his cock to emphasize the word relief. Jim almost jumped out of his skin when she grabbed him and nearly knocked over the shelf behind him.

"Careful, you break it, you buy it," said Michael with a smile poking his head back into the workspace. Jan went outside leaving Jim to his thoughts.

Jim was speechless. Jan, Michael's girlfriend and former boss, had just grabbed his dick. He felt his dick stirring in his pants. Jim was with Pam. He loved her, but Jan was really hot and he would absolutely love to have sex with her if not for Pam. But if he could get Pam in on it, then there wouldn't be a problem. Well, there was one problem, Michael. There was no way in hell, he could let Michael have sex with Pam. Even if he got to fuck Jan because of it. He would never hear the end of it at work. They would both have to quit.

Jim shuddered and shook the thought out of his mind. He left the candle space and caught up with everyone as they entered a bedroom.

"So this is the master bedroom," said Jan. "And these walls used to like white, like an asylum. So I wanted it to be softer, So I had it painted in eggshell white."

"Guess what," said Michael with mock enthusiasm. "White and eggshell white are exactly the same color."

Both Pam and Jim ignored Michael with their eyes locked on the video camera facing the bed.

"Babe, I thought you said you were going to tidy things up," said Jan as she took down the camera and quickly put it behind a chair.

"Well, I-," stuttered Michael.

"Shame on you," said Jan swatted Michael on the arm. "You'll pay for that later."

"Sorry," said Michael looking at his feet.

"Oh well," said Jan putting her hands on her hips. "Yes, Michael and I like to record our love making so we can watch it and get people in the mood."

"Oh," said Jim a laugh. "Wait, people?"

"What a cute bench." Exclaiming Pam changing the subject. She was clearly getting uncomfortable. Jan cast her a callous look. Upset Pam changed the subject.

"Thanks, that's my bed," Said Michael pointing at the small bench about 2ft by 3 1/2ft. "Jan has some space issues, so I curl up on that puppy."

"Really?" Asked Jim. "cause... seems pretty narrow... and short."

"It's actually a lot bigger than it seems. Look at this," said Micharl lying down. He had to bend his knees and lay on his side to fit.

"See, he fits perfectly," said Jan clapping her hands together. "But you know? Sometimes we share the bed together for those special occasions if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," said Pam. "I bet they are something."

"Oh yes," said Michael jumping up from the bed and hopping onto the bed. "This bed has lots of space. There's more than enough room for us to do any position on here."

"Wow, what positions?" Asked Jim egging Michael on. Pam knew immediately what he was doing.

"Uh, lets see," thought Michael. "Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, reverse doggy of course."

"Of course," said Jim before asking, "what's reverse doggy?"

"It's like missionary only I'm on bottom," said Michael as Jim thought for a moment.

"So it's cowgirl?" Asked Jim.

"No, not quite," said Michael.

"Wow, I'm just impressed. All these sound like something out of the kamesutra," said Jim. "Which is your favorite?"

"Well, Jan's is doggy without a doubt," blurted out Micharl before Jan could stop him. "But mine would have to be cowgirl."

"So who wants wine?" Cried out Jan begging that Michael would stop talking.

"I love to see those fun bags a flopping," said Michael with a grin. Jim's cock began to harden as he thought about Jan's tits flopping as she rode his dick. Jim was staring at Jan's cleavage until Jan caught his eye and licked her lips.

"Yes, I would love some wine," said Pam who was rubbing the bare skin of her chest. Pam's face was quite flushed from imagining Jan bouncing on Michael with her tits flopping.