lunch

"Maryanne, you must be more social. Go outside to the hot dog vendor. Get three footlongs with everything. Bring them back break room. Eat them each like you were sucking on cocks. Don't worry about manners or getting messy. Moan and purr while you suck on them and eat them. Get going, bitch!:"

Before Maryanne could beg for mercy, the stranger hung up.

Maryanne did all she could to resist, but found herself walking to the elevator. She mechanically made her way to the hot dog vendor and ordered three foot long dogs with mustard, ketchup, onions, and relish then brought them to the break room.

There were five other employees in the break room on Maryanne's floor. Three were at one table and two at another. Maryanne sat at the table with Gwen and Peter.

Her fellow employees looked at her askance as she never ate with them.

Maryanne put the dogs on the table and picked one up. She ate away some of the bun then started to slide the end of the dog in and out of her mouth and moan. The condiments smeared on her cheeks and lips as she sucked and ate the dog while she moaned and purred.

She took a quick look up and noticed everyone was staring at her. She blushed and looked down. After about five minutes, she finished her first foot long. She already had mustard and ketchup on her face and she was feeling full, but she picked up the next foot long and went to town.

By the time she was finished, her cheeks and chin were smeared with condiments, her fellow employees were all staring at her in amazement, she was burning with humiliaiton, and her stomach was bloated.

Then her cell phone rang.