The next day Nicky was again sitting in front of her work computer, but she wasn't thinking about work. Instead of staring at the budget spreadsheet, she was staring at her phone, scrolling her instagram feed.
She had been like this for hours.
Her usual content featuring cute animals, design ideas, and frustrated women venting about their responsibilities had been replaced with images and reels of beautiful women posing seductively in skimpy outfits - they were in the office, at fancy restaurants, resort hotels, at salons and cosmetic surgery clinics, and even at the gym.
It all started yesterday after her brief, flirty chat with her ex-boyfriend, Will. He'd sent her a couple of spicy memes and teased that she wasn't as sexy as she used to be.
It had stung, but she admittedly hadn't taken as much pride in her appearance the past few years. Getting her nails done always made her feel pretty, so she searched manicure designs on Instagram, which started her down a slippery slope of sexual awakening.
Before she knew it, she was browsing posts on pedicures, shoes, hairstyles, makeup, dresses, swimwear, and gym wear.
She had never used Instagram for style inspiration before, but found it hard to look away. The women were so beautiful, with perfect skin, hair and makeup, trendy, colorful outfits, sparkly jewelry and accessories, long shapely legs, full breasts and perfect round butts.
Nicky knew she had a great body, even compared to these women, and started to regret hiding it behind dull baggy clothes for so many years. She figured it might be good for her self-esteem to dress a little more provocatively once in a while. After all, her looks wouldn't last forever.
As she continued browsing for tips on improving her appearance, her feed gradually began showing more explicit content, including lingerie models and Onlyfans stars posing and teasing for the camera.
As before, Nicky couldn't seem to tear her attention away from the beautiful, sexy creatures on her screen. They were like living dolls, fun, flirty, eager to please, and practically begging to be played with, to be showed off, to be used for sexual pleasure.
Many of them shared tips on how to attract men, mostly by acting dumb and submissive, sending sexy pics, keeping in shape, wearing revealing clothes, and offering sexual favors like blowjobs, anal sex, threesomes. She was learning first-hand why so many men found them irresistible.
Some of the women were subtly encouraging men to jerk off to them, or bragging about earning enough money from their social media accounts to quit their jobs and live lavish lifestyles. They were all so happy and free to do as they pleased, which included plenty of hot steamy sexual encounters with handsome, wealthy men - even married ones.
Nicky soon found herself fantasizing about using her body to tempt and tease men until they were so consumed by arousal that they would do practically anything she asked.
Making them buy her things and support her financially was certainly appealing, but she was unexpectedly turned on by manipulating them into risky behaviors like jerking off to her at work, or cheating on their wives and girlfriends with her.
Her sex life had been pretty boring since getting married, and she had occasionally wondered if she was missing out. Like most women, she sometimes fantasized about having sex with other men, indulging in the different forms of physical pleasure they had to offer. Her curiosity had blossomed over the last day into genuine desire for multiple sexual partners, a longing to experience new levels of physical pleasure that could only be satisfied by men with more experience, more stamina, and bigger cocks than her husband.
Her arousal grew as she consumed more lewd and promiscuous content, positively reinforcing her actions. It kept her eyes and fingers glued to the screen, funneling all the sexy images directly to her brain, feeding her arousal, normalizing these appearances and behaviours, erasing any lingering feelings of disapproval or disgust, and teaching her how to exert control over, and take advantage of, the opposite sex.
Like her feed and her subconscious, her appearance had also undergone changes since yesterday. Instead of long pants and an old, loose-fitting blouse, she was wearing a short black miniskirt and a low cut, tight fitting black tank top. Instead of an old pair of dirty sneakers, her feet were strapped into a shiny pair of black 3-inch heels.
She was leaning back in her chair with a blank expression on her face, eyes half-lidded, her mouth slightly open. The light from her screen bathed her face in a blueish glow that reflected off her eyes and glossy, red lips. Her newly manicured nails sparked even under the dim office lights, as her delicate fingers cradled and caressed her phone.
Her smooth, bare legs were crossed tightly, and she was bouncing her top leg in the air rhythmically. This applied pressure on her groin and caused her moist, freshly shaved pussy folds to slide pleasantly against each other and her throbbing clit, keeping her in a state of heightened arousal, and fully distracted from her job.
She had masturbated to orgasm three times since last night, first in the bathroom at work, then at home before bed - after shaving her pussy completely bald - and again before work this morning. But she still craved more.
Her body was becoming addicted to the easy dopamine rushes that came with masturbating while fantasizing about turning men into desperately horny, but obedient companions, willing to serve her every need.
The primary target of her lewd fantasies was Will. They had been flirting off and on in her DMs for the past several years, but since yesterday, she'd become obsessed with the thought of luring him into a more explicitly erotic relationship. She had even sent him a sexy selfie last evening in hope of sparking something in him, an extension of the fire that was raging inside her. To her dismay, Will hadn't responded, though he'd seen it sometime last night.
She re-watched the meme he'd sent the day before, where the woman was unsuccessfully trying to get her boyfriend's attention by prancing around in progressively sexier outfits. By the end she was literally crawling across the floor towards him, in a skimpy bra and thong, like a submissive, desperate, slut who was about to take matters into her own hands. Yet the boyfriend remained oblivious and uninterested in her.
Nicky imagined herself doing that to Will, confident that he wouldn't be able to resist her once she got her hands on him.
Suddenly she realized why Will hadn't responded. He was simply resisting - playing hard to get. That was the game they'd agreed to play. Yet, she hadn't even removed any clothing for her last selfie. Obviously, that wouldn't do.
She needed to tease him with something spicier, sexier... something naughty. She needed to gradually test the limits of his resistance until she found his weakness. Then she could use it to make him do exactly what she wanted.
At first, all she wanted was to prove him wrong. Prove that she could still get his attention, make him want her like he used to, back when she could make his dick hard with one look.
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted use his cock like a joystick to control him. She wanted him to get hard for her, fantasize about her, jerk off to her, maybe even think of her while fucking his wife.
She wanted to make him to give in to his sexual urges, despite the fact they were both married.
She typed a new message:
"Hmmm.. not distracting enough?"
Nicky again held her phone out and pointed the camera at herself. This time, she slid the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, and pulled the front down below her breasts, revealing her brand-new black lace bra with a pink embroidered floral pattern.
The bra lifted and pushed her large tits together in an enticing display. She slid her bra straps off her shoulders, traced her pink manicured fingers across her cleavage, and snapped a picture, then typed a caption: "look who's distracted at work now."
Nicky's boss walked in just as she hit send.
"Nicky I need you to cover...oh... holy shh! I uhmm...wow ok. Sorry!"
Nicky looked up from her phone at her boss.
He was standing in the doorway staring at her chest. She looked down at her exposed bra and cleavage, then back to her boss.
Normally she would have died of embarrassment and shame at being caught like this, but she could see from his expression that part of him was enjoying the view.
He was a few years older than her, average height, with dark hair and glasses, a clean-shaven face, and a lean build. He was wearing grey slacks and a black shirt with the restaurant logo on the left front pocket. He had always maintained a very kind, but professional attitude towards her, although she sometimes felt his eyes lingering on her a bit longer than necessary, like he might be secretly attracted to her.
Now she was sure.
She sensed an opportunity to live out her new fantasy, and decided to seize it.
She pushed her inhibitions and guilt aside, and assumed the bubbly, confident, seductive personality of her online idols.
"Oopsie, hehe. Sorry Jason, I wasn't expecting anyone to come in here... I was just... umm... adjusting my new bra. They're always SOO tight and uncomfortable at first..."
She made a show of shifting it around and adjusting the straps, causing her breasts to jiggle and bulge so that they nearly spilled out from the lacy cups.
