Workplace freedom

The weight on her shoulders, knowing everything was okay with Erik now, and that the weird shadow that had loomed over her was finally gone, really put pep in her step; she had been preoccupied with Maki, suspicious of Erik, but now. It’s gone. Erik has even finally taken a step with Heidi, which only emboldened her to lift the brakes on herself finally.

And he was the first target. Her workplace tease, her gradual exhilarating corruption. Taro.

She smiles at herself in the bathroom mirror, running her hand over her chest. The cropped black blazer, white shirt that sits just low enough to tease her cleavage, short black skirt, sheer black stockings and knee-high leather boots toe the line of inappropriate office wear, but she already caught Taro looking at her, almost drooling, when he thought she wasn’t looking.

It may be hard to get anything going with Taro at the best of times. Even before that night, when all she could think about was Maki, Taro had slowly become a more important member of the real estate firm. Being given more tasks, more responsibilities, and many more clients, meetings and time away from the office.

She’s grateful that, when it’s not in use, Taro lets her use the office in his stead to do her own work…

But as she returns from the bathroom to his empty office, she sighs as she collapses on his chair, letting her arms hang off the side.

She remains a forgotten entity in the office, still given no work.

Even her usual routine, reading a book, listening to a podcast, or calling and chatting with Ari or her model friends, has gotten a bit boring.

She sighs, reaching into her handbag, producing a small retro handheld that Erik let her borrow.

“Maybe video games won’t be so bad?” She says softly, her heart jumping slightly when she asked Erik to borrow it, the delight that lightened his face made her heart swell.

She flicks through the emulators, her memories jumping back to her own childhood, when she escaped from her father to Johan’s parents' place and booted up the PS2 to play silly games she could barely remember.

Her focus was more on the company by then; girls mature faster than boys, after all.

…

She cringed as she leaned over the desk, her eyes burning, refusing to blink, her hand cramping around the small device. How long had it been now?

She hadn’t been checked on even once, hardly a surprise. So she rushed to hide the device when the door clicked open, tossing it into her bag, sitting up, and reaching for her laptop to type… Which she had neglected to pull out at all.

“Oh, Vi.” A tired Taro said, closing the door behind him and placing his bag on the small table. He tilts his head and smiles, “Working hard, I see.” Gesturing to the empty table.

She grins sheepishly, sitting up straight and subtly adjusting her clothes. “Maybe I just finished up.”

He chuckles, “Maybe so.” He nods gratefully as Vi stands up for him, letting him take his seat back. She rounds the desk and sits down on the other chair, putting her chin in her hands. “Looks like you actually were hard at work, though.”

He yawns, accompanied by a short laugh. “A little bit. Just a long day, really.”

“At least you’re done!” Vi says brightly, checking the time and estimating that she must’ve played video games for well over 3 hours.

“Not quite yet, I need to do a bit more writing.” He looks up.

“A Vi job?”

He shakes his head. “No. No. You can go. I’m sure you have plans.”

Vi nibbles on her lip, an idea taking shape in her mind.

“Hmm…” She says softly, her eyes narrowing, “Give me a second.”

He looks up, his mouth opening to respond, but she’s already outside in the hallway, the… very empty hallway.

“Hey babe, everything okay?” Erik’s confused voice comes through the speaker.

“Heeey, babe!” Vi says with faux sweetness, loud enough that Taro can surely hear her.

“Hmmm. Vi?”

“Work was just so busy today. I need to stay back a little bit and ‘help’.”

She can hear the grin in Erik’s voice. “Ah. Putting on a show for him?”

“Yeah, babe.” She says, grimacing.

“Well… It’s about time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I think so! Thank you, baby! I’m sorry to cancel our dinner.”

“Nice touch.”

“Okay then. Bye! Love you!”

“Love you too. I can’t wait to hear about it.”

She waits for a moment after hanging up, sending a quick text to her beloved.

She steps back into the office with a sly smile.

Taro looks up at her with guilt, “Vi… I said I would be okay. Really. Don’t cancel your plans to do more work…”

The hope in his expression plainly gives his game away; he remembers the last time she teased him and left for plans with the ‘boyfriend’.

She knows what he’s thinking, smiling sensually as she slides her blazer off her shoulders, putting both hands on the desk, looking at him.

‘She chose me over her boyfriend.’

She drags a finger on the desk, slowly walking to his side of the desk.

His moral compass doesn’t make him try to leave, not to be a party to perceived infidelity, but it does make him ask, “Vi… You… Have a boyfriend? Are you sure?”

She stands before him, putting her hand on the top of his chair, turning him so he’s facing her, the desk to his side.

“Am I sure?” She teases, running a thumb over her bottom lip. “Sure about what?”

Taro swallows. “This…?”

“And just what is this?” She asks, sinking into a squat.

“Vi…”

“Didn’t I ask you last time, Taro?” She reaches up, running her hands up his legs, towards his zipper.

“Why are you thinking about him?” She pulls the zip down, Taro leaning back to give her better access. “I’m not.”

“Now…” She says sultrily, tugging his underwear down, his larger-than-average dick fished out by her exploratory fingers, “Let me help you relax.”

Vi leans forward, looking up at him with lidded eyes, kissing his cockhead before using her hand to angle it upwards; tilting her head, she slides her face up his length, dragging first on her cheek and then her tongue, leaving a slick trail on him.

He shudders, gripping the armrests, torn between looking down at this girl that he’s been pining for and looking away to avoid the guilt of letting this happen.

Vi meanwhile, isn’t one to let up, mirroring her movement on the other side of his lap, tonguing at him teasingly, leaving his whole arousal slick with her saliva.

It was hot to her; she was wet herself, the exoticism of doing this in a workplace, the fact that it’s someone like Taro, a relatively slower burn than her usual bulls, and theoretically another late stayer could come and see, or overhear. But when she takes him into her mouth, slurping and cupping his balls, she does notice that, when compared to all her usual partners, he's on the smaller side, while still being big, of course.

It’s not like her mouth isn't full. But she can take him all the way, something she still can’t do with Erik really; she guesses that Erik must have a few centimetres at least on Taro, and she would guess that Taro is more around the Sai size level.

Maybe she’s become a bit of a size queen.

She slurps loudly, vacuuming her cheeks as she looks up at Taro with a teasing, obscene expression.

It’s not lost on her that she has a cock in her mouth and is still thinking about other cocks.

The realisation only makes her wetter; it only makes her suck him harder.

She moans around him, turning her head to push him into her cheek, her tongue wrapping his shaft in a warm, moist hug.

“Vi… I’m gonna!”

She moans in approval, keeping her lips wrapped around him, taking him all the way, only gagging when he unleashes directly into her throat; the first spurt of warmth hits the back of her throat, causing a violent gag to erupt from her. She pulls her mouth back as she coughs, some of his seed dripping past her lips onto her top.

Her giggle is laced with a lustful edge as she dives back down, licking the cum that landed on his pants directly off him, keeping her tongue held out before swallowing the remains.

“Holy fuck, Vi.” He groans, leaning back in the chair, promptly tucking himself back into his pants, watching nervously as Vi stands back up.

“Sorry about that.” He says, clearly unsure of the protocol.

“Sorry?” She laughs. “Why?”

“For making you choke… I don’t know if you heard me warn you…”

She giggles, leaning over, getting close to his face, him still on her breath, “Oh, Taro baby. You should be saying you’re welcome. You were delicious.”

She pushes off the chair before he thinks it’s time for a kiss.

She grabs her blazer and leans on the table. “You think work can wait until tomorrow? It’s quite late.”

He sighs, “I wish…”

“You’re going to stay back?” She asks, suddenly feeling a bit bad.

He nods, “But… So worth it, please. You’ve helped me enough. Go home.”

She laughs.