Blinded and Outnumbered

Your vision is a complete blur, the outlines of the women in the room shifting into soft, shadowy figures. Without your thick glasses, you feel incredibly exposed, your heart hammering against your ribs as the sound of the heavy office door clicking shut seals you inside.

"Well, well. Look who the tables have turned on, tutor," the redhead's voice purrs right in front of you.

"Rachel?" you stammer, the name slipping out as your mind races back to the quiet study halls at UCLA. She had been quiet then, struggling with her coursework, but here, she radiates absolute confidence.

"The one and only," she chuckles, turning your glasses over in her fingers.

Before you can plead with her to give them back, another voice rings out from the shadows near the desk—warm, melodic, and dripping with smooth authority. "So this is the little savior Natalia was gushing about? He's much cuter up close."

Your eyes strain against the dim light, catching the vague silhouette of a gorgeous, tall brunette stepping forward.

"He really is, Madison," Rachel agrees, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

Suddenly, the space around you vanishes completely. The other interns close the distance, their bodies pressing tight against yours from both sides, trapping you in place. You wince and stiffen as you feel the distinct, warm sensation of two different girls simultaneously nibbling on your ears, their breaths hot against your neck. Your face burns, your self-consciousness about the fading bruise on your cheek peaking as their hands begin to trace playful patterns along your shoulders.

Panicking slightly under the sudden, overwhelming attention, you try to find a professional excuse to break free. "I... I don't want to be late for our bosses," you swallow hard, your voice trembling slightly. "Natalia and Lisa... they can get really dominant if we keep them waiting."

Rachel leans in close, her blurred face just inches from yours as she lets out a soft, wicked laugh.

"So can we," Rachel whispers against your lips.

Before you can form another coherent sentence or make an excuse to leave, the boundary is completely crossed. Stripped of your glasses and entirely at the mercy of your blurred vision, your senses are overwhelmed as the girls pull you flush against them. Suddenly, you feel your member firmly pressed between two warm, soft tits. The intense, friction-filled sensation catches you completely off guard. Combined with the relentless nibbling on your ears and the hands tracing down your body, the stimulation is too much to handle; it doesn’t take long before you completely lose control and blow your load right then and there.

There is no time to recover or feel self-conscious about it. The interns let out a chorus of victorious giggles, immediately hoisting you up onto the surface of the office desk. With your vision hazy and your mind spinning, you can only watch the shifting silhouettes above you as the girls take turns eagerly riding you, completely dominating the desk space. As they are riding you, they are taking turns kissing you and you can swear you can hear the sounds of clicking. You lost count of how many times you blew your load. You never imagined in a million years that would be your life after accepting the job.

By the time they are finished, you are thoroughly dazed, disheveled, and completely broken-in. The girls pull you up from the desk and lead you out of the private office, guiding your unsteady steps down the long hallway toward the main cafeteria. As you walk, the muffled environment makes sense; you can clearly hear the distant screams of men mixed with the sharp, rhythmic sounds of whips hitting flesh. It hits you with a wave of dread that those locked, empty rooms along the corridor are actually being used as makeshift corporate retraining dungeons for the staff. As you navigate past them through the crowd, the interns take turns planting final, lingering kisses on your lips, making sure everyone sees how thoroughly you’ve been used.

True to Lisa's original orders, they escort you right to the designated drop-off spot in the cafeteria. Natalia and Lisa are just stepping out of their general management meeting, and they look over to see the interns releasing you. You stand there breathless, your glasses missing, your clothes completely rumpled, and your face covered in lipstick marks as you are dropped right back off into the hands of your bosses.