Setting up the place.

Thoroughly satisfied with her accomplishments in the esteemed field of fucking a co-worker on the first day in front of everyone, Jasmine retreated to her office to plot further. Even if the magic of her dragon-boner was happy to tell her she could go another round or many, many more, she felt it was a little more prudent to get some practice in. First of all, this office was, well, lacking. Writing up a list of demands with the most tenuous of justification, she handed it over to the nearest person with instructions to pass it on to the relevant people. The confused man took the note and smiled as he read it over, as if everything in life suddenly just made sense. Taking off, dropping what was probably something actually important, the man began organising this and that, working down the list.

"What else can I do ... oh, yes!" Jasmine pulled out her book.
Anything the Productivity Consultant does within her office is entirely related to researching new methods of being productive and is therefore entirely ordinary. A sweet and succint note that would give Jasmine carte blanche to do whatever she liked within her ofice. Borrowing a piece of tape from the cubicle of the man running errands for her, she taped up the magical paper next to her door. With a childish giggle, she ran back to her seat and threw herself in it, spinning around once and turning on her computer. Browsing the internet with one hand and gently rubbing her persistent erection with the other, Jasmine had found herself in heaven. Every now and then she had an idea and wrote it down in her book, slowly forming little strips of paper with room for a name. An order for each person, each as lewd as the last. A quick run over with a borrowed pair of scissors and her little orders were ready.

Jasmine sauntered out of her office and looked over the people working hard before her. She could fix their productivity woes with a mere strip of paper, even if the solution wasn't all that productive. To each person she approached she asked their name, carefully wrote it on the piece of paper and handed it to them.
"If I need to clear my head, I should just masturbate as hard as I can? That sounds helpful!"
"So you're saying ... it will help me keep organised if I get someone to cum in my mouth? I'm sure everyone will be glad to help."
"Oh! Having a dildo in my pussy will definitely help me stay sharp and focused! I'll have to bring one tomorrow! How could I have not seen this before?"
"Getting someone to let me cum on their breasts will ... empower me to work harder? Eh, it's worth a shot. You're the expert."

All around the office, people were quietly taking care of the needs they suddenly realised they had. Masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs and a little bit of sex were suddenly the order of the moment, the general murmur of delight filling Jasmine with a sort of obscene pride as she walked back to her office once more. She found the man she had sent off on her errands waiting by her office door, her note still in hand.
"Everything should be ready by tomorrow! Is there anything else you needed?" Anything else ... ? Jasmine suddenly had an idea for further experimentation.

Whenever Dr. Jasmine says 'Good work' to you, you will have a powerful orgasm. This is due to a positive work environment.
Jasmine looked over the piece of the paper. She was able to change people's behaviour with her pages, but was she able to influence people's very minds and bodies? She handed it to the man who looked it over carefully.
"I see ... is that all then?" He looked up.
"No, you've done well," Jasmine grinned, "Good work!" The poor man suddenly let out a moan, his shaft spraying seed out all over Jasmine's stomach as he fell to his knees. Panting, he let out a weak 'thank you' and scurried back to his desk. Heading back into her office, Jasmine looked over the seed on her bare skin, playing with it between her fingers. This was the start of something much bigger ... But for now, it was getting late. People were packing up and heading home, many stuffing their clothes into their bags or simply leaving them behind, others leaving with significantly more (or significantly less) cum than they came in with. Looked like it was time to go home.