Day Three: At The Office

The third day was the worst. You spent the day at the office, in meetings, on the phone. You kept me outside the office, announced to everyone there would be testing, and forbade me to enter the door.

From the moment I walked in the door, all eyes were on me. Stiletto heels clicking loudly, a whisper of silk as perfect smooth thighs slid over each other in the tiny skirt. The programmer bros in the IT department and all going nuts as I hand-delivered the flyer about the trial run to them. Bending over to place the brochure in their lap, letting the thin white blouse slip forward, watching their eyes trace follow the curve of my neck, down the front of the blouse, breasts hanging free sans bra, seeing right through to my my midriff and the tops of the short skirt.

I could feel it, sense their arousal, sense their stiffening erections in sweatpants and joggers. It was flattering for Kat, and endlessly exciting. All I could feel was shame and need.

It turns out, you told Hillary. And what you told Hillary was to have fun. She pressed the remote you made for her as I was in the middle of the cubicle hell. I froze, mid-stride, legs apart, wrists turned up. She marched right up and slapped me in the face, then she made out with my frozen, immobile form. Later on I'd see she smudged lipstick, mussed up my hair to give that 'just been fucked' look, and even undid the top button of my blouse and skirt. I could feel every sensation, of course, feel her tweak the hard nipples poking through the blouse. .

"There's a freeze button, but also an arousal slider. I'm going to pass it around the office. Have fun, boys..."