Joan Tries to Finish Her Work Day

Joan had struggled through the work day, barely resisting increasingly lewd ideas and urges. She had changed the toner cartridge, awkwardly surrendering her pre-occupation with the cartridges as people increasingly came to visit. She had lapped on one like a cock, toyed with it across her pussy, and felt the warm pass of the scanner across her breasts.

She was young again. And more beautiful than ever. Why not enjoy it? These thoughts re-emerging any time a question surfaced of her new depraved thoughts. Each time it rang louder as she barely resisted out rightly pursuing her new ideas and craven desires, rational thought increasingly diminished. She regretted surrendering her place by the printer, her mind thinking of how she could help occupy the time of others as they waited for their files to be finished with the machine.

Joan had spent the afternoon deciding what to do after work. She'd already decided on a dive bar to go hang out at, in hopes of finding someone to roughly fuck and discard her. She squirmed slightly thinking about it as she watched the receptionist call in one of the call staff for this emergency HR consulting. She could use some Human Resources...

Joan stretched slightly, suppressing a moan as her arms pressed against her breasts and her interlocked hands pushed down in her lap, deliberately applying pleasing pressure to her mons. She should have tried masturbating before coming here, Joan thought, finding herself ranking who she'd fuck and how in the room.

Joan bit her lip as she watched someone new walk in. The woman's presence felt commanding, Joan was lost in thought and wonder as she found her eyes locked on the seductive athletic curves of the raven haired woman. Joan couldn't understand the growing desire and compulsions in her head as the raven-haired woman seemed to lock eyes on her and approach.

Kristen smiled with delight as she bent over before Joan, watching as Joan's eyes submissively descended from making eye contact only to follow with entrancement the swaying lunar pendant above her lusciously displayed cleavage.

“I'll take this one next.” Kristen declared, standing upright and marching to the door out of her newly formed waiting room. Joan felt suddenly aroused at how she was referenced like some sort of inanimate object, her mind racing back to the idea of being fucked roughly and discarded. Why did she crave that so much?

“Come.” Kristen commanded smiling as she sensed the swell in arousal in the corrupted Joan as she scrambled for her things in a hurried panic, rushing into the shadow of Kristen’s confident stride

Joan struggled to keep pace, as they wandered the labyrinth of walls conjured into being to conceal the offices in which the Idol’s influence was seducing and corrupting employee, after employee. Joan's corruption and desire however made them appear as little more than glass walls.

Each one was a window into the wonders the Idol had begun to bear upon the staff in the building. Each one was different, some people were just talking, fidgeting or shifting absentmindedly. It was clear the urges they were trying to suppress.

Others were in various states of undress, some deliberate, others seemingly absent minded.

And then there were the jewels, women and men each appearing as different images of perfection. Engaging in various forms of surrender to sexual urges. Everything from hand jobs and fingering, through oral... Was that a foursome?

Each time Joan paused to look she rushed after Kristen at realizing she was falling behind.

As the door opened Joan gasped in surprise and arousal. A lone male remained strapped to a chair, his cock swollen large and protruding outwards at least a foot.

“Don’t mind him. He has been... ****.” Kristen commanded sitting down in her office chair and spinning to leer upon Joan. “Let’s get to the point.”

Kristen seemed to eye Joan up and down thoroughly, before leaning forward on her desk and interlocking her hands together in contemplation.

“We’re instituting a change in culture here. Not just for the workplace, but for the staff to take home as well.” Kristen began, staring at Joan as Joan struggled to maintain eye contact, finding herself drawn to either check out the woman before her, or gaze at the elephant sized cock in the room.

“In order to institute it, and feed it we’ve started by gathering a few specific people first. I’ll be honest, you weren’t one of them. Not originally...” Joan wasn’t really hearing the words; her mind was drifting off in thoughts. Although had she, she would've felt herself get even wetter with excitement at the emphasis on her not originally being on their 'list'. Questioning why she was here, why was he here, why was he naked, why would someone not share such a...

“Joan.” Joan snapped back to Kristen, swallowing loudly as she realized just how far she had drifted from this orientation.

“Can I count on you to help spread our new, more liberal workplace culture?” Kristen asked, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs.

“Uh yes... Sure... Any way I can help...” Joan stuttered, wondering just what she had missed.

“I can see you’ve been touched, and I expect you to share that. Now speak honestly. What do you want?”