Just Another Ordinary Day At Work...

It was a busy morning at the office, Katrina finding herself strangely focused on completing her work as the perversions and fantasies of those around her danced casually through her mind.

It was driving her crazy.HHer hips and ass grinding in her office chair with need.

Worse still wasn't just the invasion of others memories, fantasies and perversions into Katrina’s mind, but how some of them, their ideas seemed to have some strangely more alluring aspect Katrina couldn’t pin down.

Her own corruption trying to draw her to others.

“FUCK!” Katrina gasped as a sudden and without warning orgasm reverberated through her being, a sheepish look and shy apology over taking Katrina as she looked at those coworkers clearly disrupted by the outburst.

Standing up, Katrina couldn’t help but look around fully aware of just what was the source of the unexpected hit of pleasure upon her mind and body.

He was here, and he was still thinking HEAVILY about last night.

Soon Katrina’s met eyes with Peter’s, he smirked and waved gently before entering a conference room. The action provoking an aggressive glare from Shae before she closed the board room door for her meeting.

Looking at the time Katrina decided it was time for a break. She needed the get the edge talen off being in the office.

* * *

Katrina was on lunch when her phone started going crazy. It’s flashes, chirping, and vibrating provoking little more than a firm hold of it to her clit as Imani pressed ever harder against Katrina’s back as she was fucked from behind, talking lewdly to Katrina about how she was going to fuck the cock Katrina was sucking next.

This was the new regular lunch routine. Katrina would meet Imani in that same back corridor, and the two would fuck whatever Imani brought along.

Sometimes it was a shoplifter, others a clerk or manager, one time it was Derek so Imani could see him give someone the same treatment as that booth girl.

Today it was those two guys again, Katrina half wished she’d gotten their names. Or their numbers, fucking thtem just felt strangely more fulfilling.

Only half though, she got off on the idea of being used by random strangers.

Feeling Imani quiver against her back Katrina knew the security guard had orgasmed massively, all as a burst of static on a nearby radio provoked some cussing and an impromptu end to the lustful acts as Imani scrambled to answer the call and get dressed.

“Listen you two, no playing with this bitch without me back here." Imani ordered. "I mean it.” Imani sternly warned in addition, shaking her head as Katrina quite clearly milked the guy in her mouth into cumming.

As the quickie orgy dispersed Katrina cursed as she saw the angry texts on her phone.

Shae apparently wasn’t impressed Katrina was daring to ignore her. Getting dressed and back in order Katrina questioned if she shouldn’t move with more urgency.

No, Shae needs ME. She can wait, Katrina consodered to her own perverse amusement.

As Katrina strutted back into the office, confident and satisfied the glares and averted gazes told her all she needed to know.

Shae had been on a rampage.

Britt came rushing up to suddenly turn and walk the other way.

“The fucking audacity.” Shae’s voice conveyed anger and a sense of betrayal.

“Do you want to do this in private?” Katrina replied with a sigh, her earrings strangely silent on their sexual insights.

Shae stiffened before pointing to an empty meeting room, marching sternly behind a rather casual and **** Katrina.

As Shae slammed the door behind them it had barely had time to rattle from the **** before Shae launched their tirade.

“Who the fuck are you! SERIOUSLY! What do you think you're doing! To try stealing my client! I’ve been working on the sale of their business for a year and today they decide they want you! And then you have the audacity to leave me waiting WITH A CLIENT WHO YOU CONVINCED TO LET YOU INTRUDE ON THE MEETING while you’re off getting your jollies on lunch.” As Shae ranted Katrina felt a shudder in her otherwise calm breath.

There it was, the earrings whispering.

“Look, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Katrina found herself conveying a stronger apology than she could ever imagine having for Shae. The cut throat bitch deserved to be fucked.

Shae just gave an angry glare.

“Look, it might seem ridiculous but take these.” Katrina pulled out her earrings and handed them to Shae. “Just put them on, and let’s go in there and you’ll understand.”

Shae wanted to just throw the damn earrings and storm out, but there was something about them when they landed in her palm, some pull, some want, an inexplicable desire. Or was it a need?

Shae’s stalwart will held the line at acquiescence to putting the earrings on, her head jerking aggressively to the door as she followed Katrina out of the room across the office and into the room where her clients had been left waiting.

“Sorry about that sirs, had I known you would have wanted me to bring secondary representation I would have ensured Katrina was scheduled appropriately.” Shae remarked following Katrina in. “So as Mr.”

“Please just call me Stephen.” Stephen interrupted delivering a knowing smirk to Shae before nodding at Katrina.

“Sorry, Stephen. As you requested I have brought in Katrina as your secondary counsel.” Shae finished her sentence, a slight bit of venom tainting the introduction and clear first name basis Stephen and Katrina were forcing them all into.

“Now, the paperwork has been filed for the travel visas of these investors, limo transport and hotel arrangements are almost…” Shae went to continue as if Katrina being brought in hadn’t even happened when Katrina fake coughed to call Shae’s attention.

“What!?” Shae blurted at Katrina toning herself down half way.

“Put the earrings on.” Katrina instructed, standing up and walking around behind Stephen.

“Really? Katrina. Now?” Shae responded glaring at Katrina as her mouth fell half open in disbelief. Questioning where they even were Shae felt momentarily sheepish as she realized she was fidgeting with them mindlessly in one hand, a strange urge to put them on swelling slowly more within her as she acknowledged she hadn’t even put them down.

“You want insight into why I’m here. Put them on.” Katrina emphasized once more, her words growing more commanding and authoritarian as Katrina finished her sentence.