Your rival, Bella

Your heart sinks when the stunning redhead notices you and turns. She's your opposite number in another sales group and your attitudes towards one another go a bit further than friendly competition between colleagues. You wouldn't say you hate each other, but there's certainly no love lost. At least you remain civil to each other at work, or pretend to.

"Hi, Jenna," she walks over to you with a predatory smile and for a moment you fear she's going to try to get you sacked by making you cum, but instead she raises her hands to either side of your breasts and starts flicking your nipples with her fingernails, over and over, left and right. At first it stings a little, then it stings a lot! You barely manage to avoid protecting your naked and **** boobies, forcing yourself to reply cordially, with your arms at your sides. Somehow you know, without remembering it, that she always does this when conversing with you.

Seeming to tower over you even more than usual (maybe because you're barefoot), she coolly congratulates you on a new account and then gets to the real reason for accosting you: the recent change in office policy. She jokes that it might have been aimed directly at you, considering how many orgasms you seem to have at work, but of course, you can't let her know how close she is to the truth. Instead, you just say it's a fair regulation and one you'll be happy to follow, then extricate yourself from the uncomfortable encounter with the excuse that you need to get back to your duties.

Thankfully, she lets you leave without hindrance and a few seconds later, you find that your nipples hurt even more after they stop being flicked, throbbing so much you want to gently massage them until they calm down, but you don't have time for that. One good thing about the encounter is that it takes your mind off how your team will react to you being naked and still, despite (or perhaps partially because of) Bella's attentions, dripping with lust. Of course, the fact is that they don't react at all, because they've seen you like this countless times before.

Just half your team of eight looks up when you enter, taking a mere second or two to check out your nude body before returning their attention to their computers. Only the intern, Dave, lets his gaze linger longer and even he averts his eyes before you have an excuse to tell him off. The other four are so engrossed in their work that they don't even notice you come in, but you do notice one of them, stopping dead in your tracks for a moment, before continuing.

Laura is white and could not possibly be described as petite, let alone flat chested. Statuesque and voluptuous would be more accurate and yet she's sitting at her desk wearing a white blouse with a cut out at the front revealing her ample bosom. Since she's not required to be topless and is allowed to dress herself, you can only assume that she's chosen to expose herself like this, with all that entails. You think back to your journey from the coffee shop and although you were rather distracted at the time, you vaguely recall a couple of other non-Asian women showing more skin than required. Obviously one consequence of making nudity compulsory for some is that it becomes acceptable for all. Maybe it's even a fashion statement.

When you set your aching bottom on your wonderfully padded chair, you whimper a little and start by checking your emails. Your ongoing arousal and curiosity about the changes you've wrought initially distract you, so you **** yourself to focus and concentrate on your job. Surprisingly, you manage to forget your state of undress until a pair of hands slips under your arms and begins to massage your breasts. You jump as Dave starts asking questions about his latest assignment.

You know what his game is. When he's given a task he doesn't like, he deliberately does it badly or keeps seeking clarification until it's easier to give it to somebody else or do it yourself, but you're not going to let him get away with that. You patiently answer every query he has and then send him back to try again. Besides, his massage was really rather lovely and went a long way to soothing Bella's soreness, without making you too much hornier.

Unfortunately, the same can't be said of your next visitor. Diana, whose preferences for women are well known, squats down beside your chair to discuss a certain client and slides her hand between your legs as though it's the most natural thing in the world. She's as skilled as you might expect and soon you're rather distracted by her rubbing circles round your clitoris. Far from easing off, she intensifies her efforts, apparently trying to make you cum in defiance of the new rule.

"Diana, please! I'm n-not allowed to have orgasms at work any more." That's a sentence you never expected to say.

"I know, Jenna," she replies, fingers pumping your juicy slit relentlessly. "It's a shame. I used to love having you reciprocate and I know the lads did, too."

She shows no signs of slowing down and if she keeps it up, you'll be climaxing soon, rules or no rules.