Sauna

Julia had come up with the idea that night after Peter had suggested she star in a real sex tape. That was a step too far for her. Instead, she wanted something else—something that would humiliate Claudia directly and publicly without Julia herself having to be naked and filmed.

Using Peter’s login credentials, she hacked into Claudia’s digital calendar and changed the entry for the sauna visit. Instead of the regular “Women’s Sauna Day,” she changed it to another day of the week when the sauna is usually closed. At the same time, Julia sent an invitation on Claudia’s behalf to twenty male employees of the company—primarily from the lower and middle levels: janitors, handymen, technicians, warehouse workers, and a few older office workers. All of them were rather unremarkable, unattractive men between the ages of 35 and 60.

The invitation was short and to the point:

“Dear Colleagues,

As a special exception, the sauna will be open on Thursday evening exclusively for selected employees of Bergmann Luxus AG.

Please feel free to stop by—it’s time to relax.

Best regards,

Julia Bergmann”

In addition, Julia bribed two sauna employees with a substantial sum of money so that they would open the sauna that evening despite it being a closed event and turn away the regular guests.

On Thursday evening, Claudia arrived at the sauna right on time. She had seen the updated calendar entry and assumed it was still an exclusive women’s night. She was wearing a long coat over her bathrobe, had just taken a shower, and had set aside extra time for the sauna.

When she entered the changing area, it was quiet. She undressed completely, hung her clothes in the locker, and walked into the sauna area with a towel draped over her shoulder.

Claudia was 38 years old and had a very attractive, mature body. Her breasts were full and heavy, with large, dark areolas and thick nipples. Her waist was still relatively narrow, while her hips and buttocks were soft and round. She was completely smooth-shaven between her legs—a habit she’d maintained for years. Her skin in the areas normally covered by a bikini was slightly lighter than the rest of her tanned body.

She entered the large sauna cabin, placed her small towel on the top bench, and sat down, relaxed. The heat hit her immediately. She closed her eyes and leaned back.

About ten minutes later, she heard voices and footsteps.

The door to the sauna opened.

Claudia opened her eyes—and froze.

Twenty men were standing in the doorway. Employees from the company. Janitors, a few older tradesmen with beer bellies, technicians, and a couple of gray-haired office workers. They were all staring at her. And they were all naked.

Claudia sat completely naked on the top bench. Her full breasts hung down slightly; her dark nipples had hardened from the heat and the shock. Between her slightly parted legs, her smoothly shaved pussy was clearly visible. Her labia were plump and slightly swollen from the heat. You could make out the narrow slit and even the faint sheen.

For a moment, there was absolute silence.

Then the men began to enter the sauna, one after another. Some grinned sheepishly; others stared openly. One of the janitors stopped right in front of her and let his gaze wander slowly over her body—from her hard nipples, over her stomach, and down to her shaved pussy.

Claudia frantically reached for her towel, but it was too small and slipped right back down. Within seconds, her face had turned bright red. She pressed her legs together and tried to cover her breasts with her arms while the twenty men continued to stare at her.

One of the workers said quietly to his colleague, but loud enough for Claudia to hear:

“Holy shit… that’s the boss…”

Claudia sat there, naked, sweaty, and utterly humiliated, while twenty male employees from her own company scrutinized her from head to toe. Her full breasts, her hard nipples, her smoothly shaved pussy, and her round ass were clearly visible to everyone.

And Julia had made sure that these very men—the rather unremarkable and unattractive ones—would witness this moment. Claudia sat frozen on the top bench. Her towel lay uselessly beside her. She had already tried twice to cover herself with it, but it was too small and slipped back down with every movement. Her full, heavy breasts were completely exposed, her dark nipples hard and clearly visible. Between her slightly pressed-together thighs, her smoothly shaved pussy was visible—the plump labia and the narrow slit between them.

The sauna was large, but there was actually only one exit. And right there, more than twenty men were already standing. Some had already sat down on the lower benches; others were still standing in the entrance area. More and more were coming in little by little. Men she knew casually from the company, but with whom she normally never had anything to do.

They were all staring at her.

Their eyes roamed over her body. Some unabashedly fixated on her breasts and her hard nipples. Others looked directly between her legs. Claudia felt their gazes like touches on her skin. She tried to press her legs even closer together, but that only pushed her breasts forward even more.

And then she noticed it.

Some of the men were slowly getting hard. Especially the older handyman with the beer belly, who was standing right in front of her. Another technician discreetly rubbed his crotch while staring at her. The atmosphere in the sauna changed noticeably. The initial awkward grins gave way to something else—a mixture of arousal and a subtle, almost hungry vibe.

Claudia felt her heart pounding in her throat. The heat of the sauna, the many stares, and the men’s growing arousal made it almost impossible for her to think clearly. She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit there and let them keep staring at her.

With a trembling voice, she tried to put authority into her words:

“Gentlemen… there seems to be a misunderstanding here. I… I thought today was ladies’ night. Please… could you please turn around or step outside for a moment?”

A few men grinned. One of the workers replied in a rough voice:

“According to the invitation, we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be, Ms. Bergmann.”

Another, somewhat younger technician who’d been with the company for a while said with a lewd undertone:

“But it looks like you’ve shown us something very special…”

Claudia blushed even more. She felt the shame wash over her all the way to her toes. Several men laughed quietly. The atmosphere grew heavier, almost oppressive. A few of the men had now positioned themselves so that they were blocking the direct path to the door—whether intentionally or not, she couldn’t tell.

Claudia was still sitting there naked, her legs pressed tightly together, her arms across her breasts, while twenty men stared at her and slowly grew harder. The heat, the sweat on her skin, the many leering glances, and the growing bulges in several pairs of pants made the situation unbearable.

She had to do something.

The longer she sat there naked, the more she realized: she had long since lost control.