The IT Event

Julia arrived at the IT department right on time at 7:00 p.m. She was wearing an elegant business outfit: a dark blue pencil skirt that fit snugly across her hips, a white blouse, and high-heeled shoes. Her long dark hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail. She appeared self-assured, but inside she was tense.

Three men were already seated in the small conference room: Dr. Markus Feldmann, the CIO, along with two of his employees—a system administrator named Thomas, who was about 45 years old, and a younger IT specialist named Kevin, who was responsible for security analyses.

Feldmann got straight to the point.

“Please have a seat, Ms. Bergmann. We have clear evidence that you accessed your stepmother’s systems without authorization last night. Calendar entries were altered, and emails were tampered with. The digital trail leads directly to you.”

Julia remained outwardly calm, even though her pulse was racing. She sat down and looked at the three men in turn.

“What do you want?” she asked bluntly.

Feldmann leaned back and exchanged a brief glance with his two colleagues. Thomas grinned slightly.

“First of all, we’re disappointed that we didn’t get an invitation to the sauna yesterday,” Feldmann said with a thin smile. “But to be honest, we’re more into younger brunettes.”

Kevin laughed softly. Julia sensed the mood in the room shifting. It wasn’t just about evidence anymore. It was about power.

Feldmann continued, “We have enough material to bring you before the entire board. That would severely damage your claim to the company’s leadership. But we could also… settle this among ourselves.”

Julia understood. She was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“All right,” she said quietly. “What exactly do you want to see?”

Feldmann replied matter-of-factly: “Take your clothes off. Completely. And then show us how you pleasure yourself. We want to see how far you’ll go when things get serious.”

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Julia stood up. The conference room was sparsely furnished—a long table, several chairs, a projector, and a large glass wall that looked out onto the outside but was darkened by blinds. She walked to the end of the table and began to undress slowly.

First, she unbuttoned her blouse, button by button. Underneath, she wore a black lace bra that showed off her full breasts to advantage. She took off the blouse and placed it on a chair. Then she unzipped her pencil skirt and slid it down over her hips. A matching black thong came into view.

She was now standing in front of the three men in nothing but her underwear and high heels. Without hesitation, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her breasts were heavy and round, with dark nipples that were already slightly hard. Then she slowly pulled down her thong. As she bent over to slide it past her shoes, the men got a clear view of her ass and her smoothly shaved pussy.

She stood there completely naked. Her skin was evenly tanned, her breasts firm, her waist narrow, and her hips soft. Between her legs, everything was smooth and clearly visible.

Feldmann gave a brief nod.

“Sit on the table. Spread your legs. And get started.”

Julia sat down on the edge of the conference table, leaned back slightly, and spread her legs. The three men sat directly in front of her and had a perfect view of her pussy. She licked two fingers and slowly slid them between her labia. She wasn’t particularly wet yet, but the longer she rubbed herself, the more moisture built up.

She ran two fingers over her clit, circling it slowly, and then slid a finger inside herself. A soft, wet sound could be heard. She moved the finger slowly in and out while continuing to rub her clit with her thumb. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Her nipples were hard now.

Julia closed her eyes for a moment and bit her lower lip. She could feel the three men’s eyes on her open pussy, watching her as she fingered herself. She slid a second finger inside and began to move faster. Her fingers were now glistening with her arousal. With every movement, you could hear the soft, squelching sound of her wet pussy.

She spread her legs even wider and lifted her hips slightly so the men could see better how her fingers slid into her. Her labia were now swollen and glistening with moisture. She rubbed her clit faster while thrusting two fingers deep inside herself. A soft moan escaped her.

The three men said nothing. They just stared at her open, self-fucking pussy, at her hard nipples, and at her face, which was slowly blushing.

Julia continued to fuck herself, faster and deeper, until her thighs trembled slightly. She was aware that the three men could see every inch of her body—her wet fingers sliding into her pussy, her swollen labia, her ass, which tensed slightly with every movement.**Julia’s inner reaction**

Julia sat completely naked on the edge of the conference table, her legs spread wide, while her fingers slid slowly and deeply into her own pussy. Outwardly, she appeared in control. She didn’t moan excessively; she wasn’t putting on a show. But inside, she was in turmoil.

Shame.

A deep, burning shame that shot right down into her stomach. She felt the three men’s gazes on her open pussy, on her wet fingers, on her hard nipples. She hated the way she was lying there—like a cheap object putting herself on display. Feldmann’s calm, almost clinical gaze made it especially worse. He scrutinized her as if he were analyzing a technical problem, not a naked woman fucking herself.

A cold, hard rage simmered beneath her pubic mound. Rage at the three men who had put her in this situation. Rage at herself for having gone along with it. And above all, rage at Claudia. If her stepmother hadn’t called in the IT director so quickly, she wouldn’t be here now. Julia clenched her teeth as she slid a second finger inside herself. *You’ll pay for this*, she thought. *You’ll pay me back twofold, threefold.*

The worst part was the humiliation. She, Julia Bergmann, was sitting here like a cheap slut on a conference table, fingering herself in front of three IT employees because she was being blackmailed. The fact that two of the men were significantly younger than her and were still treating her this way gnawed at her pride. She felt her face grow hot as her fingers rubbed faster over her clit. She hated that her body was reacting to the situation—that she was getting wetter the longer she touched herself.

Despite everything, a part of her remained cold and calculating. She knew she had to get through this moment. If she played along, the three men would have something on her—but they also had something to lose if word ever got out. She played along because she had no other choice at the moment. At the same time, she was already wondering how she could turn this power dynamic around later.

Her fingers slid faster into her wet pussy. She heard the wet sound her fingers were making and knew the men could hear it too. She felt her labia tighten around her fingers and her arousal trickle down them. Her body was reacting, even as her mind fought against it.

As she continued to finger herself and the three men stared at her, Julia was already thinking ahead. This was a defeat. A humiliating, filthy defeat. But it wouldn’t be the last. If she got through this, she would strike back even harder. Against Claudia. And maybe against these three men, too.

Her legs trembled slightly as she thrust deeper into herself. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and thought just one sentence:

This won’t go unpunished.