Julia + Frank = 'Freeuse Office'

In the bustling open-plan office of the agency, the sounds of keyboards clacking and phones ringing created a constant backdrop of activity. The bright fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and the scent of strong coffee wafted from the break room. Julia Monroe sat at her desk, eyes glued to her screen, her freshly dyed cherry-red hair bouncing slightly as she furrowed her brow in concentration. She had her headphones around her neck but wasn’t listening to music — not yet, at least.

As Frank approaches, Julia felt a sense of annoyance wash over her. 'Here we go again,' she thought, bracing herself for yet another interruption from her coding session.

“If you're here to chat, I don't have time for it.” Julia said curtly, not bothering to look up. “Unless it's actually important, I’ve got things to do.”

Frank's hand slides in his pocket. He flicks the switch of his freeuse-device, turning it on.

“Don't worry, keep doing what you're doing,” Frank says, and sits down on the empty office chair next to her.

Julia continues typing away at her keyboard, not even glancing up as Frank sits down beside her. She's used to him popping up unannounced, and usually finds it annoying, but with the freeuse mode active, she simply shrugs it off and focuses on her code.

“Suit yourself,” she mutters nonchalantly, her fingers flying across the keys. The steady rhythm of typing fills the air between them, punctuated only by the occasional click of her mouse as she scrolls through lines of code.

Frank leans back in his chair, casually observing Julia as she works. With the freeuse mode engaged, there's no need for small talk or awkward silences - Julia seems perfectly content to let him sit there without feeling compelled to engage.

He watches the way her shoulders move as she types, the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath her tight red tank top. His gaze drifts lower, taking in the curves of her body as she shifts positions, completely absorbed in her task.

Frank reaches over and rests his hand on Julia's thigh, giving it a light squeeze. She doesn't react, not even pausing in her typing. It's as if she barely notices his touch at all. He moves his hand further up, between her legs.

Julia remains focused on her work, seemingly oblivious to Frank's wandering hands. As he touches her inner thigh, she doesn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she simply continues typing, her expression neutral and her breathing steady.

She's used to Frank's antics. It's just another part of the office routine. Julia shifts slightly in her seat, accommodating Frank's touch without breaking her concentration on the code scrolling across her screen.

Her pale skin feels warm beneath Frank's palm, and he can sense the firm muscle tone hidden beneath the surface. But Julia shows no outward sign of arousal or discomfort. To her, this is just another day at the office, with all its usual distractions and interruptions.

Emboldened by Julia's lack of reaction, Frank starts rubbing her pussy through her jeans. He presses harder against her crotch, moving his fingers in circles. The fabric of her pants creates a slight friction sound each time he rubs over her clit.

As Frank's fingers press harder against her clothed mound, Julia's breathing remains steady, betraying no hint of excitement or discomfort. The slight friction sound goes unnoticed amidst the hum of the office machines and the chatter of coworkers nearby.

Her tank top rides up slightly as she leans forward, exposing a sliver of smooth, pale skin above the waistband of her jeans. But Julia pays it no mind, too engrossed in her work to care about modesty or propriety.

Frank's hand slides under her shirt, caressing the soft flesh of her stomach before drifting higher, cupping the underside of her ample breast. He squeezes gently, feeling the weight of it in his palm, but Julia doesn't react. Her nipples remain soft and unperturbed beneath the thin fabric of her bra.

It's as if Frank's touch is nothing more than a casual gesture of friendship, unworthy of any real acknowledgment.

“Take off your tanktop for me.”

Without missing a beat, Julia reaches behind her head and pulls her tank top over her head, revealing her large, soft breasts encased in a simple white sports bra. She tosses the garment aside haphazardly, not caring where it lands.

With her upper body now bare except for the snug-fitting bra, Julia resumes typing, her long fingers dancing across the keyboard. Her full breasts strain against the confines of the undergarment with each breath, the fabric stretched taut over her dusky nipples.

Frank reaches out and cups one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh through the thin material. He pinches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his digits until it stiffens into a hard peak. But Julia remains unfazed, her face a mask of concentration as she pores over the lines of code scrolling past her.

Around them, the office bustles with activity, oblivious to the lewd display unfolding at Julia's desk.

Just as Frank begins to explore Julia's almost completely exposed breasts, another coworker approaches her desk, unfazed by the intimate scene playing out mere inches away. Sarah, the perky blonde marketing coordinator, dressed in a conservative blouse and pencil skirt, smiles brightly at Julia as she leans against the edge of the desk.

“Hey Julia, did you hear about the new project? I heard we're getting assigned to work together!” she chirps, her voice bright and enthusiastic. She makes no attempt to acknowledge Frank's presence, focusing solely on Julia.

“Yeah, I heard. Should be interesting,” she replies flatly, not looking up from her screen.

Meanwhile, Frank continues his ministrations unabated, sliding his hand inside Julia's bra to fondle her naked breast directly. He tweaks her nipple playfully, feeling it harden. Then he reaches behind her and unclasps the bra.

“Take it off.” he whispers in her ear and kisses her neck, smelling her hair.

Sarah leans closer to Julia's desk, her elbows resting on the edge as she peers curiously at the computer screen. She's clearly excited about the prospect of working with Julia on the new project, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“I'm really looking forward to collaborating with you! Your coding skills are amazing. I've seen some of the stuff you've done, and it's incredible!” Sarah gushes, unperturbed by the fact that Frank is now standing behind Julia, his hands roaming freely over the redheads bare breasts, massaging and tweaking her sensitive nipples.

Julia, however, remains singularly focused on her work, barely acknowledging Sarah's presence. She nods briefly in response to her colleague's praise, but otherwise doesn't spare her a second glance.

“Thanks,” she mumbles distractedly, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. “I've been working on optimizing load times for the client portal.”

“Hey Sarah, why don't you strip naked?” Frank proposes casually while he shakes Julia's tits from behind.

Sarah looks momentarily startled by Frank's suggestion, but quickly recovers.

“Well, okay then!” she shrugs, and begins to disrobe right there in the middle of the office, stripping off her blouse and pencil skirt to reveal a lacy black bra and matching panties underneath. “If you insist."

Now clad in just her underwear, Sarah hops up to perch on the edge of Julia's desk, crossing her long legs demurely. She leans in closer to peer at the redhead's screen, her ample cleavage straining against the confines of her skimpy lingerie.

Frank spins Julia's chair around, so that she faces him. “Suck me off, Julia,” he commands casually, and then beckons Sarah. “And you make out with me while Julia is busy down here.”

As Frank spins Julia's chair around to face him, she blinks in surprise for a moment, her concentration broken. However, with the freeuse mode still active, she simply shrugs and leans forward, deftly unzipping Frank's fly with one hand while keeping the other poised over her keyboard.

Julia wraps her slender fingers around Frank's hardening shaft, stroking it slowly as she frees it from the confines of his boxers. She licks her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, before leaning in and wrapping her mouth around the tip of his cock.

At the same time, Sarah steps closer to Frank, pressing her nearly-naked body against his side. She reaches out to stroke his chest and arms and french-kisses him.

Frank strokes Sarah's hair and gropes her tits while Julia sucks his cock. “Mmmm yeah, good girl,” he moans quietly.

Julia bobs her head up and down along Frank's length, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. She takes him deep into her throat, swallowing around him as she works him with her mouth and tongue. Her pale skin contrasts starkly with the dark denim of her jeans, which are still pulled up over her hips.

Sarah continues to press against Frank's side, her hands roaming over his body. She arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts more firmly into his groping hands. Her nipples stiffen beneath the sheer lace of her bra, poking against his palms.

The three of them create a surreal tableau in the midst of the bustling office space. Around them, coworkers come and go, paying no heed to the lewd activities taking place at Julia's desk. Phones ring, emails pile up, but none of it matters in this strange bubble of freeuse-induced apathy.

Julia swallows Frank's load obediently, not spilling a single drop as he empties himself into her waiting mouth. She continues to bob her head, milking him for every last bit of semen until he's fully spent.

Finally, she releases his softening cock from between her lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects her lower lip to the tip of his member for a moment before snapping. Julia wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of drool on her cheek.

Sarah is sucking on Frank's neck, her hands idly tracing the buttons of his shirt. There's no urgency or passion in her touch, just an ongoing compliance to his earlier command.

“You can both get dressed again.”

Sarah immediately begins to retrieve her discarded clothing.

“So, about that new project...” Sarah begins, adjusting her bra as she speaks. “I was thinking we could start by brainstorming some ideas for the landing page design. What do you think?”

She slips her blouse back on, buttoning it up neatly, followed by her pencil skirt. Throughout the process, she maintains a pleasant smile on her face.

Julia, meanwhile, reaches for her tank top, pulling it over her head and smoothing it down over her breasts. She adjusts her bra strap, making sure everything is properly concealed beneath the thin fabric.

“I'm sorry Sarah, but I really need to focus on finishing this module,” she replies tersely, already annoyed by the interruption the blonde just caused. “We can discuss the project later, okay?”

Frank leaves without saying another word. As he walks away, Julia sighs softly, finally allowing herself to relax a fraction. She turns back to her computer, her fingers resuming their rapid-fire dance across the keyboard. The incident with Frank fades into the background of her thoughts, replaced once more by the challenges of debugging her latest piece of code.

Sarah is equally unperturbed by Frank's abrupt departure. She continues to hover near Julia's desk, flipping through some papers she'd brought with her earlier.

“I understand, Julia,” she says amiably, tapping a pen against her chin. “But I was hoping we could at least set a date for our first meeting. Maybe Friday afternoon? We could grab a coffee and go over some initial concepts.”

Julia pauses in her typing, glancing sidelong at Sarah. For a moment, irritation flashes across her features - irritation at being interrupted yet again, even if it's for work-related reasons.

Julia takes a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to calm down. She turns to face Sarah fully, her expression carefully neutral.

“Friday afternoon should work,” she concedes, nodding once. “Let's meet in the conference room at 3 pm. That should give me enough time to wrap up my current tasks.”

Back at his desk, Frank switches freeuse mode off. Julia continues to type at her desk, her focus unwavering. She makes no mention of the events that just occurred, thinking they were all part of a typical workday.

For Julia and Sarah, the strange occurrences are simply accepted as part of the everyday landscape of the office. They move forward without comment, their professional facades intact, even as the memories of their actions linger in the backs of their minds.

And so, the day continues on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Julia and Sarah eventually part ways, each returning to their respective tasks with renewed determination.

As the sun begins to set outside the office windows, casting long shadows across the desks and cubicles, Julia stretches languidly in her chair. She checks her watch, noting the late hour, and decides it's time to call it quits for the day.

She saves her work and powers down her computer, gathering her belongings into her bag. With a final glance around the mostly deserted office, Julia heads towards the exit, her footsteps echoing in the near-silence.

Outside, the city streets are alive with the sights and sounds of evening commuters hurrying home. Julia merges seamlessly into the crowd, her red hair bobbing along with the flow of humanity. Yet another mundane day at the office has come to an end.

The End