I hurried to work, making Bobby rush in dressing me and made my way to Nick's office. He answered immediately when I knocked and I walked in to his smiling face.
"You, my pet, are radiant." He smiled and stared at me, taking it all in. "Just look at how you've evolved. I'm very proud, Page."
"Thank You, Sir." I could feel the pride welling up inside of me and everything I'd been through was worth it in that moment.
"We're having a special dinner this evening with clients. I expect you to leave here one hour early and Bobby will take you home and get you changed. I'll pick you up there."
"Yes, Sir."
"You have videos to watch and I want a thoughtful blog today. Dig down deep and pinpoint the shift in your attitude over the past 24 hours. I'm curious as to just how it all clicked for you."
"Yes, Sir."
"Well done, Page."
"Thank You, Sir."
"Now, go." He waved me away and picked up the phone.
"Yes, Sir." I turned and left the office smiling. I wanted nothing more than to please him, and now I knew that I had done just that.
In my office, I sat down to write about my experience the day before. I recalled every detail, how it felt to be watched, my shame, my desperate desire, my total abandon of any modesty to succumb to my own pleasure after such denial. I realized that I had let go of the last of my former self, the self that conformed to society's prude restrictions. "She" was gone and I knew now that I could never go back.
I no longer wanted the things I had wanted in that life. Marriage? Kids? It all seemed like fairytales bobbing in front of our noses to keep us moving forward. It made me laugh to think of them now. I desired none of it. All that motivated me now was pleasing Nick, when he was happy with me, I was on top of the world.
I had been reflecting and writing for almost 2 hours when I finished. I posted the blog and opened my next email, a video as I expected.
I watched an hour video of a woman serving a table of men. She was dressed perversely sparse in what looked like nothing more than string with nipple clamps, an anal plug and a dildo gag. She served them drinks, she brought them their food, she bowed when spoken to and she sat submissively in the corner until someone asked for something or needed their plate cleared.
The men pretended like she wasn't there for the most part. Every once in a while, one of them would lean back and take notice of her, fondle her ass or pull on a nipple clamp, but the dinner was all business and the woman didn't seem phased one bit. It was an odd video and I assumed this was some sort of instruction for me on how to behave.
As I ate lunch, I watched the next video. This one was an orgy. I almost couldn't make out individuals. There were arms and legs and screams and squeals everywhere as people moved like waves over one another, pleasuring whoever they bumped into, man or woman. I was fascinated.
After lunch, Nick had an envelope full of documents he wanted delivered to neighboring buildings. I walked the sidewalk holding my envelope, making eye contact and smiling at the passersby who stared at my protruding nipples and bouncing breasts.
Feeling the plug in my ass with every movement combined with the dildo violating me in rhythm, I started imagining what the men would do if I pulled them into an alley and fucked their brains out. It kept my mind distracted to imagine how each of them would fuck. I even threw my head back and moaned a few times, enjoying the sensations.
When I got off of the elevator at my first delivery, the girl at the front desk disliked me immediately. Of course she did. In my past life, I would have disliked me too. She tried to be polite and direct me to the office I was looking for, but I could feel her eyes burning into me as I walked away down the hall.
The man was in his office on the phone and motioned to his desk where he wanted the document placed. Just as I laid the document down, he hung up the phone.
"You must be Page." He eyed me from head to toe with no expression.
"Yes, Sir." I smiled and waited obediently to be dismissed or otherwise used.
"Come here." I walked around the desk and stepped between his legs, waiting.
The man reached up and pinched each nipple through the fabric of my shirt, admiring their firmness. Before I knew what was happening, he stood up, pushed me down over his desk, raised my skirt above my waste and yanked the vinyl panties to my knees. The dildo made a wet sucking sound as it was jerked out of my pussy.
"I've had a horrible morning, you'll do nicely." I heard his slacks drop to the ground, weighted down with his belt and with no warning his cock pushed into my slopping wet hole.
He wasn't gentle by any means, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so that I was arched so far I could almost make eye contact. His cock was large and he insisted on pounding me with it, taking out his frustration on my body.
"Take it like a good whore, that's it." He started slowly pulling out the length of his shaft until just the tip was pressing against me, then he pushed the full length of himself back in. "Wet and ready like a cock loving slut." For reasons I still didn't understand, his words only made me wetter.
He pulled on my hair and tightened his grip as he began slamming his cock balls deep into my eager cunt. I moaned with confusion and the sound came out more like a whimper of pain.
"What's the matter, cunt? Does my cock hurt your hole? Huh?" He thrust deep and hard with his words. I sensed that what he wanted was to cause me pain, so I made sure the moans that came out sounded pleading and desperate.
"That's right, you wanna be a whore, you gotta take it all and like it." Slam! Slam! Slam! "You're nothing but a worthless office whore, here for no other reason than to serve corporate cocks." Slam! Slam! Slam!
I let out a hurtful cry and clawed at the desk for emphasis. "You're not going anywhere until I fill your pussy with spunk, bitch." Slam! Slam! Slam! He was enjoying himself.
My scalp was beginning to get sore from the grip he had on my hair, but for some reason my body was urging him to continue. I could feel the lubrication and I knew my pussy was inviting him in.
"That's right, you're not going anywhere. You like my big cock, slut? Huh? Your sloppy cunt likes it. Good pussy, stay wet for me." He picked up the pace and stopped slamming into me, I could feel the blood rushing to his dick as it swelled before he pushed deep into me and roared as he came, filling me up.
When he was finished, he let go of my hair and fondled me ass as he jostled his spent member inside of me before pulling out. "Pull up those panties and get a move on, whore. You shouldn't be late to your appointments."
He dressed himself without asking me to lick him clean and sat back at his desk as I combed my hair straight with my fingers and pulled up my panties, sliding the dildo into my sloppy pussy that was now dripping with cum.
When I had lowered my skirt, I cleared my throat to compose myself and walked out the door with my envelope, headed to another office on the same floor.
The second office had a chubby bald man pacing the floor on a conference call. I laid his documents on his desk and waited as I had before. He snapped his fingers and motioned toward the desk, not missing a beat with his conversation.
I faced the desk, pulled up my skirt and pulled the panties down to my knees as they had been in the last office. There was cum smeared in my panties, on my dildo and still inside of me. This didn't faze the chubby man as he began mindlessly fucking me from behind and carrying on his conference call.
I listened to almost an entire meeting before the put his own hand over his mouth and shot his load into me silently. He pulled his dick out of me, snapped his fingers and pointed down, waiting to be cleaned.
I pulled up my panties, letting his cum mingle with the other man's in the vinyl panties. I pulled down my skirt and kneeled down to take his cock into my mouth and lick it clean. I sucked some wetness from his balls before I was finished and gathered my things to leave him to finish his call.
As I rode the elevator down, I could feel the warm sticky fluids sliding out of me and wondered why it turned me on.
The walk to the next building was torturous. Inside the vinyl panties was so slippery and wet with my own juices mingling with semen, rubbing the vinyl on my skin that my senses were going wild. I couldn't look at a man without wanting him to take me in the street.
The next man fucked me up against his picture window while his apparent assistant watched from the couch in the corner of the room. She was forced to swallow his cum and clean him up as I gathered myself to leave. I assumed it was some sort of punishment, but it was none of my business.
I made nine deliveries, each a very different man with very unique tastes. One man fucked me on a rubber couch in his office, pulled out, shot his spunk on the couch and watched with hungry eyes as I licked it up.
Another man simply watched me touch my dripping wet pussy while he jerked off, eventually shoving my head down onto him as he came in my throat. Corporate men have the strangest ways of getting through their day.
When I arrived back at Nick's office, he was all smiles. "You've had a busy afternoon, pet."
"Yes, Sir." I was soaked in cum and desperate for release.
"Shower and clean up, you leave in 30 minutes to dress for dinner."
"Shower, Sir?" I thought I would be showering back at home.
"One of the closets in your bathroom isn't actually a closet, it's a shower. Now go." Nick picked up his phone and went back to work.
I found the closet he was speaking of and hesitated for a moment. Inside the closet was indeed a shower; however the far side of the shower was a window from floor to ceiling. I noticed that it faced the same direction the window in my office faced, shrugged and started the water so it would warm up while I undressed.
I laid the panties in the sink, soaked in sexual waste and shut the closet door behind me as I stepped into the shower. The shower was well vented and the window hardly fogged. I began rubbing my body with the bar of soap in the shower and washing the cum off myself. I closed my eyes and began picturing my encounters of the afternoon, washing between my legs slowly.
I paid extra attention to cleaning my clit and pinching my nipples while they were slippery with soap. Something about pleasing these men was deeply satisfying. I felt obedient and that made me feel sexy.
When I was done showering, I found the vinyl panties and dildo had been thoroughly cleaned and were waiting for me. I dressed quickly and headed downstairs where Bobby was waiting with the car. My thoughts were all over the map wondering what this dinner was going to be like.
Bobby walked up to the apartment with me and watched me undress. He was blabbing about Nick enrolling him in college and his classes. I assumed Nick wanted him to be an educated man if he was going to be successful and enter the lifestyle. There just weren't middle-class men in these circles.
