Tia Reports Them to H.R.

Entering a rather regal waiting room. Tia paused to look around in surprise at the ornate space shocked that such vanity would be displayed beyond executive offices.

Not to say she had seen such a nice space in the executive offices.

“Miss?” The woman behind the reception desk beckoned drawing Tia’s attention to the golden blonde haired woman. Here eyes almost seemed to glow green behind her glasses, her form fitting blouse displaying a deep v down into what appeared to be generous unsupported cleavage.

“Uh hi… I didn’t think I’d need an appointment.” Tia mumbled to herself noting the full waiting room while trying to avert losing herself in the green eyes or the cleavage of the seated woman she towered over.

Thoughts of pulling the golden bun of hair and stealing the red lips of the secretary between her legs drew Tia’s focus away from the moment.

“Well what’s it about… Is it your A.C.O.L.I.T.E certification or something else?” The secretary asked quite casually, typing away at her computer.

“Well my name is Tia Kurosaki, and I’d like to report some actions I’ve seen transpiring up on my floor.” Was up the right word to use, Tia wondered as she considered how she actually worked on a floor below.

“Not a worry, someone will be with you momentarily.” And with those words Tia felt like she ceased to exist to the secretary, turning away Tia questioned if she just glimpsed a green ivy tattoo up the back of the secretary’s neck.

The waiting room seemed full of bored individuals who clearly would rather be anywhere else. Something Tia empathized with as she half cursed herself for not at least glimpsing what this A.C.O.L.I.T.E nonsense was about.

“Tia?” The refined British accent stirred Tia to face towards the door she hadn’t even noticed open into the waiting room.

“Uh yes…” Tia replied, surprised how little she was kept waiting and bowing apologetically to the others in the room more out of school girl habit than conscious thought before skipping after the well dressed gentleman.

“Come on in please.” The man invited holding open the door and g

esturing as if a concierge at a high end hotel.

Stepping through the door Tia immediately felt something strange, she couldn’t put her finger on the odd feeling as she was guided amongst the corridors of half walls and opaque windows and closed doors.

Everything felt eerily still in the corridors Tia determined and decided that must be setting her off. Resolving to relax and calm down Tia stepped into the gentleman’s office and sat down comfortably upon a leather couch.

Closing the door the gentleman hung up his jacket and turned to Tia with a friendly smile, a solid form easily discernedbeneath his short. “Goid morning, my name is Paul. It’s good to meet you Tia.” Bowing as per Japanese custom Tia was slightly flattered.

“Uh thank you.” Tia replied with a head nod questioning why she was suddenly feeling so flustered, no, aroused.

“Now I understand you have a pressing concern about some conduct between workers in the office that seemed alarming.” Paul remarked leaning against his desk.

“Uhm… yeah… You see I saw these twins strut across my floor. REALLY hard to miss. Well they went over to this one cubicle, and I happened to be walking by and found them with uh… guy…” Tia found herself fumbling for the words, she knew the ones she wanted to use. ‘Look, they were fucking in the office.’ But she found herself distracted with thoughts of fucking with them, and of fucking Paul right here, and now.

Trying to focus on the here and now Tia gazed past Paul, to suddenly noticed something just past him on the hutch behind his desk. Tia’s eyes were glued to it, her mind immediately thinking back to last night and the toy just like it she used so pleasurably and rigorously.

“Well, Shirl and Lee have one brain between them so it’s not too surprising they’re getting into trouble around the offices. I’ll be sure to reprimand them, and make a notation in their file. Do you happen to recall who they were with?” Paul remarked non-chalantly grabbing a pad and scribbling something on it real quick.

“I think it was Ahmed Tabor’s.” Tia remarked after swallowing deeply. Her mouth was watering, she shifted and squirmed, no noticing as Paul looked past him and smirked as he noticed just what seemed to have engrossed Tia’s attention.

Tia’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat and her mouth fell slightly agape as Paul turned and reached for the toy and turned towards Tia holding it.

Where the one she had was purple this one was a translucent green, Tia felt herself growing wet as her thoughts increasingly became simply of want to feel it offer her some relief.

“Has this caught your eye?” Paul remarked, standing up and approaching to stand over Tia. “I confiscated this from someone this morning. I just need you to admit one thing and you can not only borrow it, but do whatever you’d like with it right away.” Paul asked, his words weighted with consequence.

Tia swallowed dryly, feeling just as much that she shouldn’t ask. As she did about wanting to fuck that toy right here. “What?” Tia mumbled dryly, her eyes barely straying from the toy.

“All you’ve ever done is try to please and impress others in your entire life. Even your professionalism ultimately stems from your need to please and honour your father.” Paul stated brushing a hand across Tia’s cheek, his thumb tugging down on Tia’s lower lip as Tia couldn’t help but slip out her tongue and lick it seductively before suckling on it while nodding yes slowly without really thinking about it.

Closing her eyes Tia thought not only of getting to use the toy, but the suddenly conscious idea of being used as a toy herself to pleasure someone else to fulfill this truth she now strangely felt bound to.

Feeling Paul’s finger stroke through her hair she opened her eyes to gasp. Paul clenched a handful of Tia’s hair and pulled her gaze upwards, his pants undone and cock in hand to wipe across Tia’s lips.