By pulling rank

Although it's of your own making, the situation has you thoroughly off balance. You're meant to be the team leader and yet you're at the mercy of your subordinate, unable to refuse her access to your body. It doesn't help that her dancing fingers are making it ever harder to think clearly. Then it hits you: you're her team leader! You can just tell her to get back to work and she'll have to leave you alone, for now at least.

"Uh, well, carry on as I've outlined and we'll talk about this again tomorrow."

Diana hesitates and then stands up abruptly, an unreadable smile on her face. You're pretty out of it and have no idea what, if anything, you decided about the problem client, but hopefully you've not screwed anything up.

"Okay, boss," the employee says as she turns to leave, openly sucking the fingers she was using to tease you. Unfortunately, the respite may only last until she clocks off and your power over her ends, whereas you need to refrain from orgasm until you've made up the time you've lost. You reach for the Rulebook again, tempted to make things easier for yourself. In the end, though, you opt for something more interesting.

New Rule: Female employees may offer to provide sexual release to any adult at any time, as though they were reciprocating being brought to orgasm by having their bare genitals and/or buttocks and/or breasts touched in a public place.

Now you can at least try to bribe people with sex to stop them forcing you to orgasm. You gulp, imagining doing exactly that for some of your colleagues, then **** yourself to get back to work before you waste the whole afternoon fantasizing about being passed around like a living sex doll.

Your next visitor is Peter, the oldest and most experienced member of your team, who applied for the job you ended up getting straight out of college. The interaction is the most normal so far. His eyes roam over your nakedness, particularly your crotch, but he doesn't lay a finger on you. You're weirdly disappointed.

A little over an hour later, the rest of your team is preparing to leave, but you still have seventeen minutes to make up, plus however long you've been distracted. You decide to finish your current analysis, which should more than cover it, but now the others are off duty, you may have to cope with a few distractions.

Sure enough, whilst most leave with a wave, a handful hang around and then wander over to you. Diana, Dave and Ibrahim, an older black divorcé, immediately start to **** you, without saying a word. Diana squats down to rub your clit, Dave resumes massaging your breasts from behind and Ibrahim starts playing with your nipples.

"Uh, guys, I need to make up the time I've missed."

"Don't let us stop you," Ibrahim's smooth baritone replies, but they are going to stop you, because you can already feel your arousal building and soon you won't be able to keep working at all, let alone to a standard you'd consider acceptable. It might be the time to try out your latest rule.

"Would any of you like me to give you an orgasm?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Ibrahim smiles and you're sure the others are equally keen.