You get to the 11th floor unmolested.

At first it's a little awkward, standing slightly bent forward at the waist like a slut in the elevator. The cop shirt hugs your ample breasts tightly, and the air under your open skirt cools what semen is still dripping out of you. But you get used to it by the time the elevator hits floor 11.

Stepping out, you see the conference room. Directly in front of you. You can see Mr. Murphy standing at the front of the room past a long table full of execs. You go up to the doors, pushing one open and stepping inside, quietly. Doing so does you no good. You immediately have everyone's attention.

Something about this is getting you very worked up, and very wet. You're not sure if it's the number of people, or the authority, or the novelty. Or all three. But there are presently six high-salaried males and two female executives staring at you, mostly either your face or crotch. Someone shifts in their chair nervously.

There is an awkward silence. Everyone is sizing you up. Or perhaps sizing your bust up. You aren't quite sure. But the attention is intoxicating. You are the center of attention for the pleasure of many. Mr. Murphy motions over for you to join him at the head of the table, which you do.

One man clears his throat. Mr. Morgenstein.

"So, she... she's cool with this?" He turns to face his peers. "I just want to be sure..."

"Oh, she's cool with it!" Mr. Murphy clarifies. "She immediately sucked me off once I confronted her about all this... she's a true office slut, through and through..." he says, causally slapping your ass through the skirt. You can't help but cry out, balancing yourself at the end of the table. You wonder if Mr. Murphy will demonstrate in you right then and there...

One of the other men looks forward. "So we can... come up and... touch her now?" he asks, carefully. You can't help but notice him glancing over at the other women before returning to ogling your cleavage, constrained by only a single button.

"Yes, yes, that is correct... anyone for starters?" Mr. Murphy suggests, backing away from you, motioning with his arm towards your prized form, inviting others to partake of you. You can immediately tell who is interested and who is still questioning.

"I will," Mr. Woodwin asserts, getting up from his seat. He's a tall 6' 4" bald man with glasses. But he seems up to the task. He comes round the table towards you. Immediately your knees feel weak. You instinctively lean forward, preparing yourself for him. He comes around behind you. You hear a zipper. "Let's see what this is all about..." he decrees. He takes hold of your waist, like Mark did... His hands flip over the end of the skirt that covers your shameless rear and you can feel it. A mysterious protruding ****... and he slides right in!

Immediately you are overwhelmed. Standing before everyone, in this slutty cop costume as you are... and Mr. Woodwin's impressive length jutting into you, it's more than you can bear. You slam yourself against the table with a lusty cry, telling the room you need more. He gives it to you. He surges inside of you again... and again! Giving you his full length. It's not long before you forget about everyone else in the room and moan and gasp along with the strokes... you are in heaven...

He spanks your ass. "See gents?" he calls out to the room. "This is quite normal! Listen to how she wants it!" he describes, as you continue to moan and claw out like the shameful deputy that you are. Most of the men nod in agreement. Others are standing and undoing their zippers.

He continues thrusting into you. You aren't sure how long it lasts. But eventually he quivers to; emptying his balls into your womb. Semen gushes forth, and once he pulls out, some comes with his cock. It leaks out of you. Mark's is only just now sort of drying. Overcome, you glance up. Several more are lining up. This may last until quitting time...

"So... there may be others like her?" one soft-spoken exec pipes up.

"Oh yes, yes... I imagine there are plenty more sluts like her..." Mr. Woodwin supposes, nestling his spent cock back into his trousers. "We should conduct an audit. Make sure none of our other secretaries are quite so..."

The next executive wanting a turn comes up behind you. Too distracted to pay much attention, you feel some tugging at your waist... then your arms being drawn back. A click and a snap, and your hands have been cuffed together, behind your back! He bends you over more fully. The short skirt is really no match for this sort of angle, so he can see everything. He too begins to stroke into your needy cunt as you helplessly and shamelessly moan, as the reality of the situation settles in for everyone else watching. Eventually the second executive shudders into you, emptying himself.