Colleagues Are Getting Suspicious.

Master and I were laughing hysterically, enjoying the quiet break room. "Did he now?" He asked me, grinning from ear to ear. "It got him hard? That's priceless."

I was giggling like crazy. "I know, right? God... He's a sweet guy, Master, don't get me wrong, but he's got some weird kinks..." I was shaking my head, thinking about the absurdity of what had transpired the night before. It was strange how pathetic it seemed to me, now, back in the office. I was only thankful that my master had made sure I wouldn't mind it as much when at home with Simon. I looked at the clock and it dawned on me that he would soon be expecting me. I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

John seemed to notice my discomfort. "Don't worry, slut," he said. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so we'll get the entire weekend together, just the two of us." His smile made my heart melt, and his words made me feel warm inside. "I have a few plans for us. You'll be a good girl and serve your master, right?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "You know I will," I said and smiled at him. "You've made sure of that."

His breathing grew heavier, his eyes burning with lust. He loved it when I mentioned the power he had over me, how much he had managed to corrupt my mind. "I'm tempted to keep you with me a little longer," he groaned. "I know you'd like to spend the evening with me instead of your boyfriend, but I don't want him to come back whining again. I guess I can wait until tomorrow..."

"I'm sorry, Master," I said. "It's not fair to you." I meant it too. I felt bad for being his and not getting to spend as much time as he wanted to with him. Besides, I just couldn't get enough of his cock. That too, he made sure of.

He sighed and leaned back. "It's fine. You better get home, now, before he starts calling."

Footsteps. Someone was entering the break room. "Oh hi John," a man said. I recognized the voice. It was Curtis, the floor manager, a tall bearded fellow in his fifties. "Hey Ashley," he said, nodding at me. He looked at us back and forth, and then his eyes lingered on my chest. My shirt was unbuttoned, showing ample cleavage, as usual now. Master liked me like this. The slight frown on the man's brow told me something was going on in his mind. "Say... You two don't happen to have a minute, do you?"

John clenched his jaw. "Sure," he said. "What can we help you with, Curt?"

He took a step forward, his eyes moving from John to me and back. "Listen... It's not my place to judge, but... What's going on between the two of you?"

John laughed. "What do you mean, Curt?"

"Quit the bullshit," the older man said. "Everyone knows. I mean, everyone. You think you can just keep fucking all over the office and no one will notice? Do you have any idea how much gossip there has been going around about you two? What's the deal?"

I looked at my master, worried and unsure of what to say. Curtis' eyes were still on me, waiting for an answer.

"Hey, man," John mumbled, trying to laugh the situation off. "We're just having some fun, is that such a crime?" His face was flushed, and he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Wanna fuck a married woman, a colleague? Suit yourself, I don't care. But I catch even a whiff that you've been doing it on my floor again, I will report the two of you to HR. You can get your rocks off anywhere else you want, but not here, got it?"

I could see John's eyes shooting daggers at our supervisor. He simply nodded, clearing his throat. "Sure, whatever," he said and shrugged. "Wont happen again." He was clearly annoyed at having to admit his defeat, and I could tell he was holding himself back.

Curtis shook his head and sighed. A moment later, without another word, he left the break room.

John was fuming. "That dickhead! Who the fuck does he think he is?! Fucking asshole!"

"Master, please," I pleaded and took his hand in mine, trying to calm him down.

"You know what this means? It means I have to be more careful. Less time to enjoy my property. That fucker."

Fuck. That didn't sound good. That didn't sound fair at all either. How could anyone deprive Master from what was his to enjoy?

"I already have to share you with your dumbass boyfriend! Now this, too? God damnit!" He was shaking with anger. I had never seen him like that.

"Then just keep me for yourself, Master!" I blurted out, genuinely confused as to why we were still indulging Simon. "He doesn't matter. I belong to you."

"I can't!" He was shouting now, his frustration getting the better of him. "I have to leave him enough of you to make sure he won't do something fucking stupid! What's stopping him from going to the cops if he's got nothing to lose anymore?! I have to be smart about this. Can't lose what I've already gained." He was talking to himself now, mumbling under his breath.

I tried coming up with a solution, something that would allow Master to get what he wanted, and finally I had a brilliant idea. "Listen, Master," I said, trying to sound confident and convincing. "The problem is the office. You get seven days a week to enjoy me, but for five of these days, it's limited. So what about we solve it by cutting the middle man?"

He frowned, looking at me suspiciously. "What are you saying?"

I grinned. "We quit our jobs. We both do. You and I." I said, nodding to myself. "That way we can just spend the entire week together, and Simon's pitiful half will be less compared to what you'll have."

"And how the fuck do I pay rent, heh?" He was smiling now, amused at my apparent naiveté. "Whore you out? Sell your body to strangers? How's that giving me more of you to play with?"

"Well... There are ways for me to make money without leaving your side, or be touched by anyone else..." I whispered, a shiver running down my spine. It was scary, and it went against everything I had ever been, but it seemed like a perfect solution.

"Oh... You mean..." He seemed taken aback, and for once I felt I had actually managed to surprise him. He chuckled. "The wonders of the modern world," he said, nodding. "You know what? I'll think about it." He smiled, and I felt like I was melting. I had managed to give him something, and it made me so happy.