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Chapter 24 by storysmith storysmith

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The Team

Katelyn reached her desk, walking carefully, trying not to let her slippery, smooth dildo escape her pussy as she moved.

Sitting down at her desk, her team was already working. Katelyn watched as John struggled to take his eyes off of her skin-tight dress and massive, unfettered tits as Katelyn bounced in her chair, pulling it under her desk.

"John!" Sarah shouted, clicking her fingers at her boyfriend as he slowly refocused from Katelyn's large mammaries to see the pissed-off look on his flat-chested girlfriend's face.

John blushed as he started to tell Sarah to "Loosen up..." but stopped as a look of anger flashed over Sarah's face; the scowl she gave him made him stop and mumble, "Sorry" to them both.

"That's fine, just don't do it again, please," Katelyn said, embarrassed and trying not to cause a scene.

"You can't really blame him," Sarah said, pissed off.

Katelyn was about to object but thought better of it.

The team got to work as Katelyn and Sarah softly stewed as John spent half his time stealing glances at Katelyn's chest.

Most of the morning went on uneventfully. Katelyn got to work and lost herself in the concept drawings she'd been asked to do. Every so often, she'd notice John creeping on her, which caused her to clench on the intruder in her pussy which then poked into her cervix, eliciting a small grunt from her that John picked up on every time.

John felt a swift kick from Sarah under the table, with a warning glare to stop staring.

Katelyn has been Sarah and John's team lead for about six months now. Sarah is the more talented of the two, but John is louder and more dominant. He often manages to manipulate the petite, young, blonde Sarah into agreeing with him, as she's been infatuated with John since they met.

For the past couple of months, Sarah and John have been seeing each other less than subtly, and Katelyn has ignored it because it isn't hindering the team's work.

Midmorning, her phone buzzed with a message from Max telling her to meet him in his office at noon. By lunchtime, Katelyn was starting to get hungry; she'd been ordered only to eat what Max allowed. Katelyn took her salad and water as instructed and carefully walked to Max's office, gently knocking on the door and waiting for him to summon her.

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