(This story comes after "Hellie Follows the Rules")
Hellie was fucking one of the vendors in the store bathroom.
She'd only been in her new sales support position a few days, but she felt she was doing a great job. She'd been stocking shelves when one of the festive lights merchants had come to talk to her, and it had only taken a few moments before he followed her to the bathroom where he pounded her pussy hard from behind, both of them standing.
After he'd cum in her, Hellie told him to leave the bathroom first, as he had to meet with another manager. She cleaned up, but on her way down the hall, she ran into Mr. Nicolai.
"Ah Hellie," he said. "Please, come with me." He took her into his office, where he shut and locked the door behind them. He did not sit and so neither did she. He stayed close, and she didn't move. She looked up at him expectantly.
Her boss gestured to her. "I wanted to check in with you, Hellie. How are you enjoying your new position so far?"
"Very well, sir."
"I'm so happy to hear that, Hellie. I knew you'd be a good fit." He patted her ass gently. "I see that Barry has been enjoying himself as well. But he's not scheduled today, and I thought it would be a good time for an inspection. Please take your clothes off."
"Now?" Hellie looked at him.
"Yes. Don't worry, we've got enough staff on the floor."
"Okay," Hellie said uncertainly.
"Excuse me?" Nicolai gave her a look.
"Yes, sir."
"Very good, Hellie. Now, take everything off. You need an inspection," he said again, moving to stand by his large desk.
Hellie began removing her clothes. "An inspection, sir?"
"Yes. It's very important that I inspect you regularly, because I'm responsible for you."
Hellie swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"I'm so glad you understand. Oh yes, very nice," he said, as she removed her bra. "I love to see those, your nipples are such a lovely peach sort of color. Almost coppery but still with a touch of pink. Just beautiful." He reached out and caressed one of her breasts. "Your body is so like a painting."
Hellie blushed heavily. "Thank you, sir." She pulled down her jeans and thong.
"Very good, Hellie, very good. Please just put your clothes aside. Come here and sit on my desk." Nicolai patted his desk. Hellie, naked, walked across the cold linoleum floor and sat down, her bare ass resting on the smooth wood. She couldn't help but think to herself that it was so like Nicolai to get himself the highest quality desk while he gave his workers the cheeped quality inventory software.
Still, she couldn't complain. She'd gotten a raise.
And her pussy was so, so wet.
Nicolai sat next to her, the cloth of his slacks brushing her bare thigh. He looked pointed at her breasts, her belly, her pubic hair which she'd shaved and trimmed that morning into something resembling a heart.
"Lovely, as usual," said Nicolai.
"Thank you sir," said Hellie.
He touched her breasts again, rubbing and squeezing. "So nice and full," he said, pinching her nipple. Hellie gave a small squeak. Nicolai leaned down and kissed her, which he hadn't done before, and Hellie let out a thrilled gasp as he sucked at her lip, touched his tongue to hers. She moaned as he cupped her chin, then let his hand come to frame her jaw as he kissed her.
He pulled back. "Keep that mouth open."
Hellie opened her mouth wider.
Nicolai slid two fingers into her mouth. Hellie moaned and sucked them, but he said, "No no, don't suck, just keep your mouth open." His other hand affectionately stroked her cheek. "I know, I know it's hard not to sick isn't it?" The fingers in her mouth ran across her tongue, over her teeth and gums. Hellie's eyes bounced around the room. She was nervous and strangely aroused as he prodded her mouth. He began then to move his fingers in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper in each time until he could hear the sound in her throat, coming close to gagging her without actually doing so.
The sensation of having her mouth fucked made Hellie hornier, and she began to rock her hips forward and back.
"That's a good girl," said Nicolai, holding his fingers a moment in her mouth and throat. "That's a good slut. Are you a good slut, Hellie?"
Hellie nodded, her opened mouth full. "Yesshir."
"Good." Slowly, he removed his fingers, tracing her lips before pulling his hand away entirely. He reached across the desk to open a drawer.
"Close your eyes for me, Hellie," he said.
Hellie closed her eyes, and she felt him place a piece of cloth around her head, covering her eyes. He tied it, blindfolding her. "Perfect," he said. "Can you see?"
Hellie tried unsuccessfully to look around. "Not really, sir."
"Excellent. Now," he said, standing. "Open that mouth again and don't shut it. I'm going to plug each of your holes when I'm finished inspecting them, and I have a gag here for you now."
Hellie whimpered, but did not close her mouth.
Nicolai, as promised, put a ballgag into Hellie's mouth, then fastened its straps behind her head. "Very good," he said, watching Hellie becoming used to being blind and slightly drooling. "Open your legs now."
"Hnngh," Hellie said against the gag, rocking her hips again.
"I know your pussy's wet, sweet slut. Open up your thighs for me, that's it," he said softly as Hellie spread her legs. "There it is, there's my favorite little cunt." Hellie whined as he whispered the words to her.
Nicolai crouched down, and Hellie moaned as he pressed her thighs further apart. He spread the outer lips of her pussy, then her inner lips. He pressed on her pubic mound and gently pulled up her clitoral hood.
"What a nice pink little clit," he said. He smacked it lightly and Hellie jumped and squealed, her legs closing. Nicolai pushed them open again. "Don't be naughty, keep them open." With that, he slid one finger and then another into her pussy.
"Hmmmmmm!" Hellie moaned.
"You're so wet, aren't you, slut?"
"Mnmmmhmmmmn!" Hellie's hips rolled as she tried to fuck his fingers.
"Now now, this isn't fucking right now, this is inspection. What a little slut you are." He wiggled his fingers deep into her psusy. "Don't you move. Just take those fingers."
"Hmmm-mmmmm," Hellie whimpered, quivering.
