After the Incident – Julia's timeout

When the last men were finally done and getting dressed, Julia was slumped on the table, completely exhausted. Her body felt battered and defiled. Her ass burned from the many hard thrusts and the marker inscriptions, some of which were still visible. Her asshole was stretched and sore, her pussy throbbed painfully and was full of several men’s cum. Dried traces of cum were stuck all over her skin—on her breasts, her stomach, her face, and in her hair.

She could barely think straight anymore.

Rainer Jansen had been the last one to use her. He’d cum on her face and then calmly told her that she’d “done well.” After that, he’d sent the other men out and left Julia alone. Before he left, he had said just one more thing:

“See you soon, hooker.”

It took Julia almost twenty minutes to get everything clean. When she was finally done cleaning, her legs were shaking so badly that she had to hold onto the table. She looked down and saw the many lines and words on her ass. “Union hooker,” “No condoms,” “Fuck me and count along”—the marker had smudged in places, but the writing was still clearly legible.

She got dressed slowly, as best she could, and left the building through the back exit. She didn’t want to run into anyone.

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At home, she showered for almost an hour. The hot water stung her sore spots, especially on her butt and between her legs. Still, she couldn’t manage to wash the marker off completely. Some of the words and lines remained visible, a constant reminder of what had happened.

In the days that followed, she spontaneously booked a week at an exclusive spa outside the city. She needed some distance. From everything. From Claudia, from the office, from the men who had used her.

At the spa, she tried to regain control of her body. She got massages, sat in the sauna for hours, and tried to soothe the pain in her ass and pussy. But the memories kept coming back. Especially at night, when she lay alone in her room, she could still clearly feel how sore and stretched out she was. Every movement reminded her of how the men had held her and fucked her—and how they’d talked about Claudia while doing it.

Nevertheless, Julia continued working on her project at the same time.

She now had **four executives** on her side: the CMO, the CFO, the CIO, and the HR director. That was more than she’d hoped for at the start. At the same time, she worked tirelessly on her deepfakes. The new footage from Claudia’s office had turned out extremely well. With the equipment she’d acquired with the help of Elias Voss (the new executive in charge of Digital Transformation), the videos were now so realistic that even she had a moment of doubt when watching them. Elias Voss was number 5 on her list of executives. She still had to settle her debts.

Julia was satisfied.

She knew exactly how she wanted to use this material. She already had a rough idea for the big climax—something that would knock Claudia out of the race for good. Something where the deepfakes would be not just embarrassing, but devastating.

As she lay in the spa trying to heal her body, she was already planning her next move. The humiliations of the past few days hadn’t broken her. They’d only made her even more determined.

Julia used the tranquility of the spa not only to relax but also to continue making Claudia’s life miserable. She worked mainly from her cell phone and laptop while sitting in the sauna or getting massages.

First, she blocked several of Claudia’s private credit cards. Thanks to her previous access to the systems, she still had enough access to cause minor disruptions. Claudia would suddenly have trouble paying—something that normally annoyed her immensely.

In addition, Julia booked an appointment under Claudia’s name at an exclusive spa in the city and deliberately chose a massage therapist known for his very intrusive and inappropriate behavior. She knew Claudia hated such situations. Julia couldn’t verify whether Claudia had actually gone—but the mere thought of it was enough for her.

The riskiest move was the one involving the luggage. Through a contact, Julia smuggled small amounts of a mild sedative into Claudia’s luggage shortly before she was set to depart on a short business flight. She hoped it would be discovered at security. It was a dangerous escalation—but Julia had become so bitter by then that she didn’t care.

In the end, she never found out if any of her actions had actually worked. There were no messages, no reports, no reactions from Claudia. That made it somehow even more frustrating. She had no confirmation as to whether her sabotage had had any effect or whether it had all been for nothing.

Still, she felt a bit more refreshed after the week. Her body wasn’t quite as sore anymore, the marker had mostly faded away, and she had regained some clarity of thought.

After the last evening of her spa week, Julia had to keep her promise. She had already let Dr. Elias Voss, the new Chief Digital Transformation Officer, know that she would be coming. He had written to her in an encrypted message that he was expecting “his payment”—and that afterward he would be willing to cast his vote for her.

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Don't worry, we'll get right back to it. But we all needed a little break from hardcore sex.