Same person

When you stand up, you realize she completely towers over you, even though you are a solid 5'10". You had previously studied her stats on sites that listed her measurements, and she should only be an inch taller than you—but in her heels, her towering stature makes you feel completely eclipsed.

Kristina takes the lead, wearing a sleek black spaghetti-strap dress that barely covers her breasts. As you follow her, you can't help but stare; she is a tanned goddess, and you quickly notice that she is checking you out too, her striking hazel eyes looking you up and down. She flashes you a delightful, sexy grin and purrs, "Follow me."

She stays just far enough ahead to give you a perfect view of her gorgeous ass, which the short dress barely manages to cover. She leads you up to one of the top floors, where a massive sign reads 'Executive Talent'. Her office is located all the way in the back. The walls facing the hallway are made of glass, but they are tinted so you can't see inside. As you walk past the darkened, quiet offices, you can clearly hear the unmistakable sounds of passion echoing from a few of them. Most of the talent has either left for the day or is currently busy down in the studios. By the time you finally step into her private office, night has completely fallen outside. You also notice that the office is huge, with trophies in a huge trophy case. She is seen in pictures with other female celebrities but never a man. There is even a picture with the weather girl that you saw earlier.

Kristina guides you over to her desk, where two official papers are laid out. The first is a lifetime contract that legally binds you to the network and prevents you from leaving the company; caught up in the moment, you pick up the pen and sign it. The second document is a strict legal affidavit detailing the station's sexual harassment policies—or rather, the lack thereof for men.

Looking closely, you see that the sections protecting temporary male employees have been aggressively crossed out. The sections restricting female talent have also been struck through; they are no longer restricted to only dating men within the corporation. Instead, the rules state that female talent can do absolutely anything they want to permanent male employees. A man technically has the right to refuse, but if he is labeled a "tease," he will be sent directly to the HR department for "special training." As for a man sexually harassing a woman? The document simply states that it is legally impossible.

You look at the paper, completely shocked and surprised. You slowly set the pen down.

Kristina is already sitting on her plush leather couch, her long legs crossed elegantly. She watches your reaction with a knowing smile. "I will make a deal with you, techie," she says, her accent thick and sultry. "I was originally planning to go out with a friend tonight. But if you sign that affidavit right now, I will let you join us for the entire weekend."

Your mind races. The realization that any woman in this building now has the legal right to completely dominate you is staggering. But then you look back at Kristina—at those incredibly long, flawless legs and her stunning figure. You are in your fifties, you've never been a particularly popular man, and you've had very few girlfriends in your life. You have fantasized about a woman like her for years. Unable to resist the temptation, you lean down and sign your name.

Suddenly, a voice echoes from the doorway. You turn around and recognize her instantly—it is Izabella, the gorgeous weather girl you were just watching on the monitor. Up close, her beauty is breathtaking. She possesses a flawless, sun-kissed complexion, striking facial features, and an incredibly statuesque, voluptuous physique, her impossibly long legs shifting gracefully as she steps into the room. You remember reading about her rise to fame; before hosting the weather, she was a fierce tennis starlet who used to grace the covers of sports and men's magazines in a bikini back when you were in your mid-thirties.

Kristina looks up from the couch and smiles. "He just signed it, Izabella. And you were supposed to meet us in a half hour."

Izabella locks her eyes onto you, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. "You know how I like new meat."

Before you can even say a word, the two women close the distance, completely trapping you between them. The heavy, intoxicating mixture of their high-end perfumes completely fills your senses, making your head spin. You are already rock hard, the fierce ache in your groin throbbing intensely beneath your clothes.

They guide you directly over to the plush leather couch, flanking you closely on both sides. Your work coveralls are unzipped and peeled entirely off your shoulders first, leaving you entirely **** in your t-shirt and boxers. Before you can even process the cool air of the room, Kristina leans in, her intoxicating scent taking over as she aggressively catches your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, locking your attention completely to her upper body.

With Kristina keeping you pinned in the kiss, Izabella goes straight after your member. Her strong, athletic hands slide down the front of your waist, aggressively ripping your boxers clean off your body to pull your stiff penis out into the open air. Their touch becomes perfectly coordinated and deliberate as they begin to stroke and fondle you. You know that under the new rules, you technically have the right to tell them to stop—but looking down at the two beautiful celebrities completely controlling your body, you realize you have absolutely no desire to. You might end up regretting signing that legal affidavit a month from now, but right now, you are completely willing to be their toy for the weekend.

Flanked by your ultimate crushes, they easily and rhythmically jerk you off right there on the couch. As you ride the overwhelming sensation, Kristina finally breaks the deep kiss, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she slides her lips directly against your ear, her warm, sultry breath sending a violent shiver straight down your spine as she begins to whisper.

"You like that, don't you, our little office slut?" she purrs, her tone dripping with absolute satisfaction. She lets out a soft, wicked chuckle, deliberately dragging her teeth against your earlobe. "I set this whole thing up just for us. The missing files, the contract... everything. I knew exactly how helpless you'd be the moment we put our hands on you. You're nothing but our personal, obedient little milk-cow for the weekend now."

Driven completely over the edge by her dirty talk and Izabella's relentless rhythm, your body hits its breaking point. You completely lose control, exploding in a powerful release as your jizz paints her private office.

Kristina looks down at your trembling frame, her hazel eyes gleaming with a predatory, knowing smirk as she delivers the final blow.

"We have big plans for our toy."