Ted enters the office

Ted walked into the building, and was confronted by a half-naked, hardbodied female security guard.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Ted Arton, I just transferred here."

He handed her his paperwork. She looked it over. "Everything seems to be in order, I'll print up you ID badge..." she paused, and then said. "After I check you for illicit recording devices or anything of that sort. I'm sorry, but I don't know you and we've had some problems with industrial espionage."

Ted nodded his assent, as the guard gave him a very thorough pat-down, followed by a cavity search with her tongue, at the end of which he provided a DNA sample. She then handed him his ID badge and he went into the elevator. Recalling his instructions, he pushed the button for the 19th floor.

Several other people entered, all attractive, all wearing less than he was (he probably should've ditched the boxers along with the pants). As the elevator filled up, varying bits of foreplay began breaking out. A woman behind him began licking his ears, while another in front of him in a ridiculously short skirt began grinding her nearly-bare ass against his crotch.

By the time he got out of the elevator, he had a tent in his boxers. Given how the handful of men he'd seen so far had been dressed, he figured he might as well unbutton the front flap and let his dick swing free. He walked up to the desk of pretty Asian secretary in a black lace teddy.

"Hi, I'm Ted Arton I'm here to see..."

The secretary didn't even look up from her computer. "Boss is running late, wait in the office."

She pointed at a door, and Ted walked in, sat down on a well-padded chair, and looked around. His eye caught on three photos on the desk.

One looked kinda like a wedding photo, showing a handsome redheaded man dressed like a Chippendale's dancer fondling and being fondled by a leggy blonde in a white bikini and wedding veil and a buxom brunette in what would've been a more traditional wedding dress if it didn't fully expose her bountiful breasts. Another showed a teenage girl with a clear family resemblance to the man being spit-roasted by two boys who looked like the blonde. The third was another wedding photo, and showed an older version of the brunette wearing the same dress pushed up to her waist as a different man wearing only the top half of a tuxedo fucked her from behind.

Ted's eyes wandered around the office, taking in a landscape painting, several plaques and two framed covers of business magazines. One showed the brunette wearing an evening gown with a neckline that plunged past her pussy, and the other showed her wearing nothing but a suit jacket and a strap-on. Before he could take a closer look, the woman herself walked in, wearing nothing but body paint that looked like a pantsuit.

“Glad to have you on the team,” the woman said as she walked towards Ted and gently groped his cock.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Williams,” Ted said, and immediately remembered what he was told was the standard professional Sexworld greeting. In lieu of a handshake he used one hand to tweak one of Mrs. Williams' nipples and the other cupped her vagina.

“Please, call me Linda, I don't like to be too formal around here,” she said, walking to her desk. Instead of going behind it she sat on top of it, and opened her legs wide revealing her painted over pussy to Ted. He couldn't help but stare, nor could he help his rising erection. He could help it even less when Linda began casually rubbing her clit as she continued talking.

“So, I take it you were told a little bit about what you'll be doing here?”

“Ah yes, I was told I'll be overseeing the R&D team, see if I can contribute any new ideas from my world.”

“Yup, that sums it up. I've heard good things about you Ted. You look like a man who knows what needs to get done and how to get it done.” As Linda said this Ted noticed her voice becoming more seductive. He got the powerful sense she was beginning to flirt with him.

“I like to think so ma'am.”

“Before we move ahead though, I need to make sure you're adjusting well,” Linda said, putting a sexy emphasis on “adjusting well.”