Yet Another "Ordinary" Day

Awaking with a gasp Liz lay in bed running her hands across her body. She felt even better than the day before, she hadn't questioned what happened to her pj’s. That didn't matter as she wallowed in the delight of her finger on her skin. Cupping her breasts. Rolling her nipples.

As she inserted a finger into her pussy slowly she wondered why she didn't masturbate more often. Arching her hips up as the fingering got more aggressive she just moaned and gasped. She easily had an hour to play with herself.

Yet again that morning she had a wardrobe crisis, while she hadn't bought new clothes the day prior some that fit her had some how turned up. No bras, mostly short skirts, and barely any work appropriate blouses.

The morning at work started smoothly, other than Liz quickly feeling over dressed in her full buttoned up sleeveless blouse. Down in the lobby the attire was the same as normal, but once you stepped out of the elevators, the skirts got shorter, the pants got tighter, and the shirts… The blouses and unrevealing tops seemed to be shed away. Revealing tank tops, tube tops, and the like revealing tight braless cleavage, nipples calling for audiences, and exposed taught midriffs.

Liz was wondering when was the last time she saw someone unattractive working here. It mustn't have been ever as all the coworkers she once thought of that way were the perfect form of attraction.

Settling down in her chair a bit early Jasmine came hustling up. “I just watched Ralph getting sucked off by these girls from another department named Shirl, and Lee. I didn't know we had twins working here.”

Liz couldn't remember twins working here before either, as she paused to gaze up and down her co worker as she shed a suit jacket revealing the spaghetti string halter top that barely covered her D cup breasts before her toned abs. Her skirt barely reached half way down her thigh.

“You don't think I'm over dressed do you? I want to keep catching eyes on lunch. Which will be harder if those twins are there sucking people off.” Liz looked her friend up and down, then bit her tongue resisting an emergent sexual urge.

In all honesty she felt Jasmine was more dressed for a night club, or a music video. But just like the thought of oral sex in the lunch room it felt like it belonged. Despite an internal awkwardness feeling something was out of place.

“You'll catch plenty of eyes. Not the least mine.” Liz coyly replied, pausing a moment wondering why she was being slightly flirtatious.

Going to the washroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. The blouse looked oddly out of place compared to the other outfits. The light cast through it teasing the full bare breasts beneath, their turgid nipple desiring more play from before work.

But Liz couldn't do that here, something deep inside her said it wasn't right.

Despite the girl two sinks over leaning against the counter, skirt pulled up fingering herself. Eyes locked on an open stall where one girl was on all fours eating another girl out on the toilet.

Throughout the work day emails came in frequently congratulating and updating who had received their A.C.O.L.I.T.E. certification.

Jasmine prattled on about the wonderful sex acts she had scene around the workplace, she even admitted to stopping to finger herself as she watched a guy eat out a woman on the coffee maker counter when asked why she came back from break late.

When it came time for the daily debrief Liz found the waiting room mostly empty, a few people sat oddly alone like Liz, others sat together pawing at each other. The secretary made rounds of the room offering to get refreshments, her E cup breasts displayed in a net like bralette.

“Miss Levalle?” She asked crouching down before Liz, a hand rubbing each of the two knees tight together not far beneath the skirts hem line. Seeing her there and her seductively wanton eyes made Liz want to part them, revealing the way to her shaved pussy.

Shaking the thought from her head Liz blinked a few times. “Uh… Yes?”

“Paul said you can go in and just proceed to his office.” With that the secretary stood up and sauntered back to her desk, her skirt failing to stretch over the bottom of her swaying ass.

Liz felt all turned around in the maze of opaque windows and open office doors. She paused to touch the glass where breasts were obviously being pressed against, as some wonderous fucking must've been taking place beyond.

In one office several maidens clad barely in vines stewed in intertwined pleasure as someone unseen watched on.

There was a guy on that couch once more, where two days ago Liz had thought she'd seen him being sucked off, today there was no mistaking the blonde seated atop of his cock, leaning forward to suck another.

Resisting yet another urge to walk in and join among these corridors she turned and marched towards Paul's office, flush with arousal and desire.

Paul's door sat open, a tall slender raven haired girl frigging herself on the couch as Paul leaned against his desk observing patiently, despite the gratuitous bulge pressing hard against the containment of his pants.

Liz felt torn between ideas of trying to eat pussy before him, holding her ass high in presentation, and getting down on her knees before Paul, just to try relieving that hard cock blighting him. Stealing from the alluring efforts of the woman on the couch.

“Come on in Liz. Don't mind Cathy. She's just unwinding her aggravation at not getting her A.C.O.L.I.T.E. status yet. She won't mind us doing your debrief.” Paul invited openly, gesturing for Liz to sit down next to the spread eagled slut who only seemed to start masturbating harder knowing Liz was there, biting her lip as she leaned a bit to Liz, facing her forlornly seeking a kiss.

“I don't know. I just feel like I'm missing something.” Liz remarked going into the various details of calls and work that had stood out to her during the day. The entire time the woman next to her muffled her pleasurable sounds unwilling, or unable to stop playing with herself

“Well, have you thought about my question? How would you answer it today?” Paul calmly inquired, stroking his chin while crossing one arm across his chest.

Liz shook her head, Paul obviously knew something, why not just say it. “I don't recall the question.” Liz retorted throwing her head back, looking at the face burdened with pleasure gazing at her on the couch.

Grabbing a journal Paul flipped through his notes before clearing his throat. ““Has there been anything different on your mind?”

“Not really.” Liz dismissed, she wasn't here to talk feelings.

“I think you're being pent up and closed off. That your failure to express the thoughts on your mind is holding you back from evolving as a person.” Paul preached, walking around behind his desk and sitting down. “So what's on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Liz replied simply, barely losing eye contact with the woman next to her.

“I think your lying. I think you have rampant sexual thoughts you're failing to express its only….”

“I DO NOT!” Liz cut Paul of, jumping to her feet. Liz was feeling flustered that he seemed to know so plainly and easily despite hardly any contact all day or a glimpse at her writings.

“Calm done. I only say this because of what you've been doing since you sat down.” Paul deescalated both hands out openly.

“And what is that?” Liz commented turning to watch the whimpering woman on the couch eye her needily.

“You've been mindlessly fingering Cathy since you sat next to her.” Paul retorted provoking a double take by Liz of the other two people in the room before barging out.

She did no such thing! She would never! That’s not like her at all! Liz's mind raised as she blindly charged through the non descript halls before pausing to rub her left fingers and thumb, feeling the moist juices on her fingers. Bringing it to her mouth for a whiff she felt light headed and aroused.

Had she been fingering

After a few minutes she licked, then sucked her fingers clean.

No exit signs.

There were no exit signs. Every building had to have them, why were there none here?

Gazing around Liz felt growing dread and fear. Perhaps those feelings were right.