Office Misconduct

Chapter 8

Già slipped into the bathroom, she dropped her bag with a thud onto the floor. She leaned against the door, not ready to take another step. Her heart slammed into her chest. Her pussy ached and throbbed, missing his thick cock inside. She groaned, a shower sounded great but she had no other clothes. Her whole body ached. 'Fuck, Is It going to be like this everyday?'

She pushed herself off the door, knelt down to retrieve her bag and headed for the shower. She entered the dressing room first, kicked off her heels, opened the closet and rifled through the clothes again. His suits, shirts and ties, and of course the lone pair of jeans on the floor, only men's clothes. She frowned, she could take one of his shirts to wear, her clothes were no longer suitable.

She slid his suits to the side, the first shirt was white. She slid it over to the suits, the second black, it too joined the suits, and the third a very thin pinstripe in blue. She pulled the hanger out and studied the shirt. She flipped it from front to back, held it up to her then hung it next to the others.

"Aha," she cried, eyeing the plush Terry robes tucked in the corner. She plucked one off the hanger, ran it over her cheek, it was the softest thing she had ever felt. "This will do," she said smiling. She draped the robe over her arm, turned to her right towards the mirror, another door hung at the side. She had forgotten about the other door, she didn't have time last time to discover its secret.

She walked across the room, another viewing room? Another closet? Another office? Nothing would surprise her at this point. She turned the handle, it gave. She pushed it open and stepped inside. It was dark, her probing fingers found the switch on the wall. With an audible click, light filled a spot in the room, the robe slipped to the floor as she raised her hand over her mouth. A spotlight shone over an X in the middle of the room. She pushed another button and another area lit up, this time ropes suspended from the ceiling. She pushed the remaining 2 switches, illuminating the whole room. Her eyes flew around the room. The Ropes were suspended from the ceiling racks, there were cuffs hanging from the walls, benches, tables with whips, dildos, and clamps. "Holy shit" she whispered. She could not deny the thrill she was feeling. Her pussy agreed, it quivered and spasmed, grasping at nothing. If she wasn't careful she would leave evidence of her visit.

She took a step inside, she was familiar with ropes. One of her "dates" liked to play with them, but he tied them too loose and they always slipped off her wrists and ankles. She ran her hand down one of them, they were soft, most likely silk. They were the strongest and brought a great deal of pleasure if someone knew the correct way to use them. She turned towards the door, this must be his room. She gripped the rope. "How bad do I have to be to experience this?" She looked around the walls. Was there a viewing room to this as well? She didn't think you could see this room from the other, maybe he could see it from his office. Oh fuck, she ran to the wall and slammed her palm over the light switches, pressing until the room fell into darkness. "Fuck!" She leaned against the wall as if to hide herself. He probably already knew she was here. She stepped out of the room, pulled the door closed. It clicked, she tried it again. It was locked. The robe was on the other side of the door, where she had dropped it.

She groaned, "well so much for a covert exploration. I really need to get better at this." She walked to the closet and yanked the pinstripe shirt off the hanger. "I guess you'll have to do," she said, heading into the shower.

He had her so confused, aroused and frustrated. What in the hell was going on in here? What was so important a stranger was willing to ruin the lives of others? She didn't know how that woman knew about her past, she had been careful to protect herself. She had used an alias during that time.

Every time that man got near her she felt like she was losing control of herself. She hadn't fought his punishment. He had punished her far worse than he thought he did. Her dripping empty pussy wanted more of his beast cock. She could still feel how his cock head had slammed into her.

She was worried her fingers alone would not do the trick. Her clit was engorged, her taut nipples poked at her bra, her breasts felt as if they had swelled 2 sizes bigger. She wished she hadn't panicked, she wanted to look at the room again. She could imagine dropping to her knees in front of him. She closed her eyes. "Stop it, you have a job to do."

The shower was big enough for 3 or 4 people, possibly more. She hung the shirt on the back of the door and opened the shower door. A bench wide enough to lie on lined one wall of the shower. She was pleased to find shower wands connected to each of the three shower heads. They were made to slide up and down the 3 poles running perpendicular to the showers. It was supposedly a private shower but it could fit most of the people in the office. She fiddled with the handles until she found the right mix. Water poured from the three heads. The two on the sides were directed to the middle. She groaned and hissed as she peeled her skirt off her naked ass. The fabric was now beyond recognition. It was sticky, wet in some places and crusty. Her blouse bore no resemblance to the perfectly ironed one she had put on this morning. She slipped the last few buttons through the holes, slid it down her arms and tossed it. She unclasped her bra in the front and flung it in the same direction as her blouse.

Now that she was naked, she could feel the heat from his marks. Her butt cheeks throbbed. She ran her fingers over her folds, she was wet. She groaned, dropped her hand and stepped under the shower. She tipped back her head, allowing the water to fall over her face. She sighed, rubbed her eyes with her palms. "Fuck!" She welcomed the cool water trickling over her ass and down the backs of her legs. She would hurt worse tomorrow, this she knew.

Today was a strange day. She witnessed many faces of him, he was intriguing and alarming. Her brain was screaming to run, find another way, but her body and curiosity were hooked. His intensity was a drug to her and she was addicted. She ran her fingers through her hair, shook her head, clearing it for now. She turned to face the wall.

"Are you thinking of running, Babygirl?" Her phantom whispered. She almost turned to see if he was behind her, but she knew he wasn't. She jumped, she could have sworn she had felt a finger drawn along her spine. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

"Noo sir?" She answered.

"Good girl," her phantom praised her. Her pussy clenched, she moaned. She dropped her hand between her legs, rubbed her fingertips over her clit until it pebbled.

She leaned into the wall, reached up and grabbed the wand. She tested the different spray patterns on her legs. She gasped, her eyes widened, her knees shook when she shoved the wand between her legs. She turned the dial selecting the highest pulse and held it over her clit. She rocked onto her toes, threw back her head and screamed. She lifted her foot onto the bench, spreading herself open, she slid the spray over her labia, she moaned and bucked. She felt her inner pussy lips vibrate. The vibration spread upwards, she felt it travel along her spine, slip under her breasts, tickling into her nipples. She wanted to pinch and pull at her nipples but she kept the wand over her sex. Fuck, She needed to cum, he had teased her all day from the start. She thrust two fingers into her pussy and moved the wand up over her clit.

She yelped, her pussy sucked in her fingers. "Oh fuck," she screamed. She thrust them as deep as she could reach but they didn't reach as far as he had. She groaned. She just needed to cum now.

She thought she heard him laugh. She tensed for a second, the pressure lessened over her clit. "You are mine Babygirl, nothing and no one will satisfy you like me." She grunted, held the wand back over her clit, she bucked into her fingers.

"I just need to cum, please let me cum." The pressure was building, she thrust another finger into her pussy, shaping them into a cone, trying to make them as large as possible. They still weren't as thick as him.

Her phantom chuckled, "No one Babygirl, not even you."

She screamed out her frustrations, ground the wand over her clit, the water pulsed unrelenting, she thrust harder willing herself to let go. Tears rolled down her face. "Fuck, please let me come."

"Now!" Her phantom barked.

At his command, she let go. The pressure that had built exploded between her legs, her fingers were squeezed tight, she dropped the wand and caught herself before she fell into the wall. Her stomach cramped as her pussy spasmed. Her knees shook, she pulled her fingers out and sat on the bench.

"Thank you", she gasped.

"Good girl," her phantom praised her again.

She groaned, too exhausted to do anything else.

Sam sat in on his conference call listening to topics that really did not affect his team or what his project was. Nor was he asked to brief the team as not even they knew what they were building. He thought about what just transpired in his office on his floor with Già having first fuck into that pussy he so wanted to empty into, determined to make her beg for it next time. He did enjoy the way her throat took his cock, wetting it, her eyes streaming tears, gagging, glugging down his veiny shaft. Sam had given her what she was watching with PJ, face fucking her and emptying his load into yet another of his employees. He too needed to shower and waited on the call to end, Già to finish cleaning and get herself home. His focus turned to his project folder, the first file in it was his directions from Corporate:

"Mr Brighton, you are given full approval to take whatever measures you need to get this project ready for the market. We hired the best so far, you need one more and leave that to you to put in place. The team is best to have an equal staffing of male and female, make sure you find and hire the most qualified female for this position, do not quibble about the background or experience, she needs to look the part and prepared for this product to be tested on. You know how important this device will be. You may take whatever risks you need, don't bother with normal office policies and rules, break them, don't worry about HR when it comes to harassment or sexual misconduct. Our lawyers are prepared to take on any fallout, but these people come highly prepared, we have files on each were any to get out of line and cause any issues. Most of all, Sam, prepare and use your own employees for testing, this must not get out beyond this team until fully approved. Adam and Jimmy will do wonders with the design team to incorporate some breakthroughs that even you will take advantage of. Ivy was assured a transfer, like you wanted, we know how close you two are. Your budget to enlighten the team is wide open. We are breaking rules, break them, Sam. Good luck!"

Sam knew what needed to happen, each male had a different NDA, each female warned of punishments were they to do anything to cause him any frustrations. Già and PJ now know he was serious about his intentions, he was willing to do this to any of the women who were there to test him. When he was told to break them, it was the employees he was breaking not just the rules. He also had his own agenda, the day he met Già was when he realized he not only needed to fill that position, but also his need for control once again. His previous marriage put that on hold, but now he was well positioned to put his needs first and foremost and turn Già into his pain slut, his very own baby girl. Would he use this new device to turn her, to create that image of herself that he already knew she had in her? He looked down at his crotch, "I know I said you would not be fucking her, I lied. I need to fuck her."

Sam was jolted out his dream-state, he was called upon in the meeting. He unmuted, "yes I am here, what's up, Boss?"

Sam's boss informed him of future bonuses for the team, approved by the Board of Directors were they to have testing done by Christmas. As he said this, his phone dinged with a text, also from his boss.

"As an incentive, your bonus will be the home you leased, purchased in your name,

Sam, yours to use as you need to. Get this product ready!"

Sam's salary alone was enough of an incentive, the 'no barriers' approach to his management of his people, but this took the cake. He simply replied, "Thanks, boss, you're the best!" He reeked of sex, twice in one day, he needed that shower and to prepare for his massage. He did not want Jenn to get a whiff of that while she got that close to his body.

Già finally catching her breath, she stood on her shaking legs, her pussy pulsing out a rhythm with her pulsing heartbeat. She turned the showered to rinse off her released juices, washed her face and hands and turned the shower water off. Her phantom was right next door and she needed to make an exit. Using a towel to dry herself off, ran her fingers into her long hair back over her shoulders and lifted the shirt off the rung. Drawing It into her nose, inhaled his scent, exhaled out a sigh before swinging it over her shoulders and loosely buttoning it, letting her ample breasts feel unrestricted. The shirt tail dangle over her sore cheeks, which only made her giggle out, once again feeling each of his determined slaps. He knew when he was spanking instead of deliberately abusing her to the point of bruising and breaking bones. "Oh yes, that man is gifted, for sure."

She picked up her bag and clothes and spun into the short hallway, turned to the Executive Assistant's office, opened and closed the door, pushing herself from her back to close it gently. She needed to learn to be more stealth-full, now was a good time to start. Già scanned the office, similar to Sam's while having a seating area for guests, a sofa, coffee table and a large cabinet she assumed were for condiments, coffee and drinks. She tip-toed towards the seating area, almost making herself laugh, opening the cabinets which were bare, the last intended for hanging clothes, hangers empty and ready to be used. She raked her fingers over each one making them swing as the exhaustion hit her, closed the closet door and look at the sofa, the inviting length of it, placed her bag down, swung her clothing to one end of the sofa cushion and sat in the middle. Her legs found themselves swinging up and over and before she knew it, she had her head on a pillow and drifted into a deep sleep. Her last thought in her head was, 'fuck going home, I have a blackmailer threatening my future existence.'

The call ended, Sam was pleased, he stood to pour himself a scotch, the sun once again lowering and cast a shadow onto his floor, the stature of his hulking form shared the same drink. He placed the emptied glass down, turned and walked to the bathroom, without thinking too much, swiftly lifted a shirt and slacks off the hangers and tested the door to his secret room. 'Good, still locked,' if she were to find this, she might just bolt out running, he snickered to himself. As he turned into the shower room, he glanced at the mirror, it rested in the proper position, she must have found the trigger and at least closed it before leaving the room. He hung the shirt and slacks onto a hook, undressed and folded the clothes over a chair, used the urinal to empty his bladder, shaking the droplets off, flushing his piss, the length of his cock slapped each muscled thigh as he walked into the shower noticed the hand wand placed differently and again chuckled, 'she must have used that, I may have to punish her for cumming...'

The warm flow soothed his skin, the soap lathering as he washed his muscled body. The second he touched his manhood, it lifted, his vision of her using this wand to treat herself to an orgasm aroused him. He will have to teach her how to hold those orgasms for when he needs them, not when she wants them. He felt the water beating down to rinse the soap away, the tapping of the water against his thick cock, shifting his thoughts now to Jenn, who should be on her way to the office. Wednesday was going to be a wild day, he wondered how sexually active the hot slut would be for his team. Sam considered a reward for anyone getting to fuck that young woman. She will certainly get paid well.

Sam finished washing the evidence of any wrong-doing with his new employee, considered dressing in what he took out of the closet and changed his mind. Leaving the clothing there, walked out to the hallway naked, lifted a satin robe off the hanger and slid into the arms and tied the belt around his waist. Barefoot, he walked back into his office and poured his second drink, this time over ice and sunk his hulked frame into a lounger chair, sipped on his drink, laid his head back and closed his eyes. HIs meetings with Adam and Jimmy tomorrow should be enlightening as they both had reported progress in their summaries today. Sam needed to expedite this project into high gear, once this party was underway, he would be observing their behaviors and noting how far each was willing to go.

Sam's phone buzzed, a text from Ivy. "When can we meet?" He heard that buzz on his desk, he will respond to it after his massage.

While Sam had his feet crossed onto the table in front of the lounger, sipping his cooled scotch, Jenn was making her way towards the front desk at the discreet, unnamed building tucked away behind the trees. Mike, the security guard, checked her in and buzzed Sam's phone that she was on her way with him in tow.

Jenn was thrilled. She was finally going to have her hands on Sammy. From the minute he had walked into the gym, her fingers had itched to touch him and if things went as she hoped they would, she would be feeling more of him. She knew he had been looking for something more than a workout that day he walked into the gym. His untethered cockhead peeking out from under his shorts was an invitation. One she intended to accept.

"Keep it in check girl," she reprimanded herself, "you are on the clock and have to be professional." Jenn laughed inwardly at her own chastising of herself, she knew when she signed up to do personal massages, she was practically calling herself an escort, paid to touch, to please, to comfort those muscles and aching joints that often resulted in heated, passionate sex. The tips she received from men were her calling for discretion and privacy. And of course to be called upon again to further this reputation of being the slut she truly was. "No, not a slut, they give it away for free, 'whore' is what I am." She straightened her back, walking in tow with this huge, black man, slipped a card into his hand as they turned the corner towards Sam's office.

Mike took Jenn down the hallway, stopped short of walking with her, aimed his finger to the two doors where Sam and the Executive Assistant's were. "You'll find Sam in his office, he replied with instructions you can walk in and set things up." In his palm was the business card, he tucked that into his pocket.

Jenn with her folded table in the bag, slid her workout shoes and her little body towards the doors. She assumed the first was his and jiggled the door handle only to find it locked. She looked back at Mike, questioningly, shrugging her shoulders.

Già jolted up from her sleep, a chill in her bones. Immediately looked around, almost forgetting where she was, hearing the door being checked scared her and looked for a hiding place. Then she heard Mike's voice.

"No, Miss, the second door, my apologies, that one is locked as it is currently unoccupied," Mike hollered where he stood. Jenn giggled at him, saluted him with her free hand. Mike turned to walk back to his desk.