On the top floor the carpet was different and the trim on the doors and stuff was polished wood and it looked expensive. The halls were wider too. I walked to the left, turned a corner, and as per instruction let myself into a large conference room with a polished wooden table in the middle. There were six men sitting around the table, and when I entered they all looked up at me and stopped talking.
I stood there in my whore outfit and blushed... then I recognized one of the men. It was Mickey, the guy who sits directly across from me on the opposite side of the partition, working right beside Kung Foo Panda. He is also the guy who takes me into the men't bathroom. He is also a sadist, and he knee'd me between my legs as hard as he could, again and again... That was a very special experience for me. And yesterday he and some of his friends tied me to a toilet and peed all over me, then one guy after another fucked me for a long time, and they all peed on me, even in my mouth. I had to take the bus home absolutely saturated with piss (I was pretty sure i'd have been kicked off BART).
And there was Mickey, sitting directly to the left of the big boss. I knew who the big boss was, because he was wearing an italian suit and he was older than everyone else, and he was smoking cigarettes inside! Mickey bore a striking resemblance to him... they both had distinctly sunken chins, with little dimples in the middle.
Everyone was sitting, so I took one step towards a chair and pulled it out from the table to take a seat.
"No Jan." said a tall lanky guy with glasses and curly hair. "you may not sit on these chairs." I glanced down and noticed that the seats were brushed suede, and I realized that the men could all smell my pussy. They didn't want me to leak pussy juice all over their office furniture. I couldn't blame them, but if I was already blushing i'm sure I turned two shades darker red. I didn't do or say anything.
The big boss, with his gray hair and fancy brown cigarettes, took a look at a sheet of paper before him, adjusting his glasses. "January Josephine Cunis" he said slowly and looked up at me. "But people call you JJ for short... is that right?"
"Yes sir," I squeaked.
"January, I know not everyone would, but I have to agree with my son here: I think you are quite pretty." I felt embarrassed, but also a little excited that he thought so. "In fact, I can see why mickey and his friends like to take you into the men's toilets and fuck your ass."
Somebody dropped his coffee cup and made a loud clacking on the table, and there was a bit of other shuffling around for a second, but things quieted right down when the boss cleared his throat. "Do you like being ass-fucked, January?"
I stumbled verbally, and choked a little bit.
"It's a simple question, Miss Cunis. Answer it. I want to know if you enjoy being ass-fucked by my son here, and by his friends...?"
My embarrassment started to turn into a deeper form of humiliation, and I could feel my pussy start to respond. "Yes sir. Yes I like it."
"There now, was that so hard, January?"
"No sir."
"And tell me, do you like being tied to a toilet and peed on?"
I began to feel dizzy, and I could barely speak out loud, but this man had a kind of authority about him that everyone respected, and he was asking me a direct question. I didn't know how to lie to him. I felt so naked and so vulnerable, and everyone was staring at me, and I had to say something. "Yes sir," I said. I like being tied to a toilet and peed on."
I was as red as a beet now. And of course I was fully lubricating, and you could probably have used my nipples to cut glass, but I held myself upright and did not shy away from the boss. I didn't know why I thought this was possible, but I wanted him to like me.
"Jan, aside from your comumbulating in the men't toilets, you also are in the habit of looking at pornography at your desk. Is that not true?
"Yes sir" I had to admit.
"And you realize this is specifically against the rules?"
"Yes sir, I do. I can't help it..."
Jan, it's not just that you browse porno at you desktop and rub off to it, it's also the kind of porno you have been looking at." His voice got very quiet, and he stared right at me. "Eric!" the boss snapped his finger and Eric, the lanky curly haired guy with glasses, jumped to attention. "Do you have the remote?"
Eric responded a little too quickly, but when he spoke it was in a casual tone of voice. Eric knew it was not him that was in trouble. "I have it right here, sir."
"Cue up the pictures."
Eric pressed a button on the remote and a screen automatically lowered behind mickey and the big boss. They moved over to make way for it, and the other men scrambled to make room for them. In a moment everyone was situated in front of the screen.
"Miss Cunis, Eric and Josh seem to have come across some extraordinary pictures on line. Are you familiar with this picture?"
Eric clicked a button and a giant sized version of a familiar picture appeared on screen. It was a very explicit drawing that I myself had recently posted on Imagefap. Apparently they had all seen my Imagefap galleries, just as Dave, my direct, had seen them.
This particular illustration depicted a bedraggled woman kneeling atop a pool table in a dive bar, her ass high in the air and her breasts pushed into the green felt of the pool table. Men's hands were holding her in place, pulling her wrists to each side so she couldn't push herself back up into a more comfortable and less vulnerable position, while other hands held her ankles wide apart as well, so that her vagina and anus were on full display from behind.
Otherwise she was dressed, with just her skirt lifted and her panties pulled down around her thighs. She was not gussied up like a whore, but rather she looked like an everyday person who had simply stumbled into the wrong bar. A pool ball had been shoved up her anus and was poking out like an apple in the mouth of a roasted pig, and one of the men was about to start spanking her with a pool cue. You could not see his face, but his forearms looked muscular, and he was gripping the pool cue with both hands, ready to deal her protruding ass a vicious blow, presumably the first of many.
"Do you recognize this drawing, Miss Cunis?"
This was a nightmare. But of course my telltale pussy began throbbing beneath my tiny red skirt. "Yes sir," I had to admit.
"In what context do you recognize it, Miss Cunis?"
I choked, unable to answer the question for the overpowering shame of it.
"Tell us, January. I am an impatient man."
"Sorry sir. I r... recognize the drawing because I found it on line... and I downloaded it... and I decided to include it in one of my Imagefap galleries."
"And you did this so that you cold look at it again later?"
"Yes sir."
"And so that other people could look at it?"
"Yes sir. So the other people could look at it too."
"Were you hoping the people who looked at it would masturbate while they looked?"
"Yessss sir. I did. I was hoping men would masturbate while they looked at the drawings in my collection."
"Do you masturbate while you look at these drawings?"
"Yesssss. Yessss I do. I masturbate while looking at these...."
"Get up on the table, Jan."
I was terrified, but I climbed up on the table just like the big boss told me to do.
"Just kneel, Jan. Kneel and face the screen, so you can view the photos too. That's perfect, almost. Just spread your legs a little. That's right, you're absolutely perfect, January Josephine Cunis."
I could feel my pussy starting to drip onto the surface of the table, wetting it with my slippery filth. I wanted to grind my pelvis into the flat surface, but I wasn't limber enough to do that.
"Do you recognize this drawing, Jan?" Eric clicked the remote, and the pool table image disappeared and was replaced by another one. The new image depicted a woman suspended from the ceiling, upright, in a sort of sitting position, except that her legs were spread to either side of her and raised high as well, so that her body made the shape of a "V", with her spread pussy facing the viewer. A heavy set, muscular man was making a fist, about to punch her right in her exposed pussy. An expression of terror was on her face as she realized what was immanently going to happen.
The room was silent. The men took a moment to take in the picture on the screen, and then one by one they began turning their eyes towards me, a disturbing, hungry gleam beginning to appear on their faces.
"This is your rub picture, isn't it Jan?"
"Yessss... oooh it is. Yes it is, it's my rub picture."