Rewarded for spying on Abby

"Please Gabe, I'm covered in cum from the gangbang this morning," I beg, standing in the meeting room after everyone else has left. "Someone's going to notice. I need to wash up before I get fired."

"Stop being such a bitch, Emily," Gabe negates me, still groping my well-used, plugged ass. "You are not going to get fired as long as you keep doing exactly what I say."

That gives me pause. What does Gabe know that I don't know? I tug at the all-too-short hem of my work minidress, and I rub the aching bitemark on my tit through the fabric.

"There are too many complete bitches like Abby working here, though," he continues. We need to do something about that. Be a good slut and steal Abby's purse for me."

"Gabe," I protest, but he just gives me a stone cold stare. I know what he means. I need to stop being such a bitch. I need to stop thinking, stop worrying, and just do what he wants. Who is Abby to me? Fuck Abby. Why am I trying to get back to work? I don't like work. As much as I have no control over Gabe using my body, there is a certain pleasure in being used.

I go and stake out Abby. She's using another small meeting room as an office, working on some presentation. She catches my gaze once while I walk by and scrunches her nose, but otherwise doesn't seem to notice me. I get my opportunity when she walks to the toilet and leaves her purse behind. I grab it and return to Gabe, giving him the purse.

"That's a good girl, Emily," he tells me, which makes me feel all kinds of warm inside. "Come here."

He reaches under the hem of my minidress and peels the duct tape off my pussy. With all my sweat and arousal, it doesn't hurt anywhere near as much as I dreaded. He brushes along my revealed slit with his finger, making me tremble. He then finds my clit. "Come for me, Emily," he says as his finger circles my denied lovenub. I lean on my arms and do all I can to not scream in orgasm at the office. It feels so fucking good. "Aaah," I moan, receiving the best release I've had from this man that blackmailed me into becoming his office fleshlight. I hate myself. I hate how good it feels.

He pulls away his fingers all too soon. "Don't get too used to that, Emily. I'll tell you if you are ever allowed to come again. Don't be a bitch and disobey."

"Yes Gabe," I nod. "Now run along," he continues. "I think it's time for your 1:1 with Greg."

I get a sinking feeling. What does he know that I don't?