Author's Note: Writing is very slow on this unfortunately, so I would expect progress to be slow. I would also expect later chapters to be shorter. This series started over on CHYOA, so if you want to follow along in shorter increments as I'm writing it, please go and seek it out there.
Day 3: Friday, May 3rd
You wake up in the morning, your dick hard as a rock. You had spent all night dreaming about the magical evening with Marina in the office. You guys had some fun and then some. First in your office, then hers. Then in yours once again. But as you wake up this morning, your thoughts cannot fully focus on that beautiful evening without thinking of everything else. And what lay in store today. You realized you had leaned into it and you were still alive. And as embarrassing as it all was, it was also fun.
You went back into the office just as you did yesterday, in sweats and a tee, walked into the office lobby and up the elevator. You once again come to the door of the office before stripping off, your bare skin exposed to the cold air. You put all your clothes in a bag, and knowing you need to be hard, you play with yourself. Thinking about the all hands and your rendezvous with Marina gets you hard before you know it and you confidently enter the office.
Once again attempting to play it cool, you nod at the bullpen as you briskly walk past. You try not to look into anyone's eyes, particularly Marina or Lisa so as to not lose your cool. You enter your office and set up, ready to work. First thing is first as always, check you messages and emails.
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You have 3 messages. You start with the boss, Rachel, whose messages simply reads: "Good luck today!" Phew. Wasn't anything new at least.
Second was a message from Marina, "Hey, stud! Remember that second forfeit you owe me? Come to the conference room early for the on hands to complete it!" Great. That was going to be embarrassing. You react to the message with a thumbs up.
Lastly, Lisa has messaged you, "Hi John, thank you for the work on the product requirement today. Can you work with Jules and finish up the designs before the all hands?" Fairly normal request, though you didn't exactly relish working one on one with Jules in your office right now. Nevertheless, you drop her a message asking her to come in.
She smirks, getting up from the bullpen. This is the first time you looked out at the girls. Sandy and Olivia looked incredibly envious as Jules, in a black t-shirt and jeans that, along with her black hair and choker, contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. She entered walked over over confidently to your desk, and you began explaining to her the requirements of the document she needed to draw up for the contractor with exact details of everything to put into the product. As she starts to put the rough plan out, you notice she has missed out a loophole that might allow a malicious (or stupid) user to break the whole product and mess up the server. It's a common mistake Jules makes, not thinking about edge cases.
Having gone through most of the work over the course of a half hour, Jules says, "Alrighty then, bossman, I will bash this out in the next 10-15 minutes and send it over to Lisa and yourself" You wince, knowing the mistake probably won't get caught and Lisa would tear into Jules (again!).
You reply, "Hey, Jules, take your time. You want to do good work, don't forget that speed isn't everything"
"I know. But this is so basic. I could do this with my right hand tied behind my back in 10 minutes perfectly, it's so easy."
You smirk. There's only one logical thing to do next. Well, it's not logical, but in the moment, there was no other choice. The works escape your mouth before you can even think. "Wanna bet?"
Jules first looks taken aback by your proposition, which then turns to joy. She says, "I have an idea, but I don't know if you'll do it. If you want to prove to me speed isn't everything, how about instead of tying my right hand behind my back, instead it be doing something," she says, looking down at your junk, "else."
You gulp. She continues, in a sultry whisper, "If I can finish the design ready to be sent in 10 minutes with just my left hand, I get to lead you out into the bullpen and you work there today. Perhaps Emily could sit in here."
You look out at the bullpen, but you can see that while Sandy and Olivia are hard at work, Emily seems very distracted by what you and Jules are up to. You think that this is too far, that you should just say no to this. The bet itself is so extreme and sexual. But you catch Marina's eyes, who seems to know what is going on. Maybe she spoke to Jules beforehand. Maybe she just read your expression. Either way her eyes have a very clear message. "Do it."
You respond to Jules. "In return, I want to be able to pick what you wear for the next week"
Jules replies instantly, "Deal."
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So there you were, setting 10 minutes on a timer, with Jules keeping her hand right by your rock hard dick, ready to grab it, left hand over the keyboard ready to start. You click the timer, and with speed Jules' left hand starts typing as her right hand strokes. At first it's slow and sensual, as she's concentrating on the work, only passively stroking you off. You also try to get some work done, this very odd scenario, as Rachel said, should affect your work as little as possible.
After about 3 minutes, Jules begins to stroke faster, working your shaft with a good pace now. Outside, you notice, everyone has stopped working to watch. "You know," Jules says, as you notice Olivia has her right hand down her skirt and a phone in her hand filming you, "we did get the memo about how you can't pop without permission. If you do, we get to decide your fate, yeah?" You couldn't tell what was more arousing - the exposure, the threat or the fact that Jules, who is too cool for everyone was being so damn seductive. She continued to work, cursing more than once about not being used to typing with just one hand. She then turned, giggled and said, "You must be used it, eh?"
You are astounded by how open Jules has been acting with you. "You've never been this open with me before" you say, without thinking.
Jules replies, "Well, you've never been this naked and hard before. It's, I don't know, disarming. Now, shush, I need to concentrate for this bit"
And with that the strokes slowed and she began furiously typing. As the 7th minute marked passed, you noticed she had not corrected the error. She was, in her view, almost done with the document. Around the 8th minute mark, she seemed pleased and clicked on save. She thought out loud, "I have 2 minutes, I could double check my work, or I could focus on winning in another way" Her devious smile was coupled with a sudden jolt of pleasure as she began to stroke as fast as she could with her right hand. "I can only use my right hand, but I can do other stuff." With that she got down on her knees in front of you, still stroking with her right hand. Her back to the office, she pulled her hands out of the sleeves of her tee and pushed it down, exposing her perky breasts to just you. She also leaned right next to the head of your cock, not touching it, her mouth open and tongue sticking out, just begging to either suck your dick. You could feel her breath on your cock.
You knew she hadn't fixed the error. So you just had to hold out. But it was difficult. Not just from Jules' stroking but also due to the peanut gallery gathered just outside, staring. But you finally locked eyes with Marina and her lusty eyes, threatened to put you over the edge. However, something changed and you felt her looking at you more kindly. She then motioned taking a big breath. You follow, and you continue, feeling the point of no return getting further away even as Jules strokes as hard as possible. 9 minutes up. The last minute Jules' tries her hardest and the breaths aren't enough anymore. Your toes are beginning to curl. You try your best to hold back, when BRIIINGGG. Time's up. You managed to get through.
Jules lets go of your cock, pulls her tee back up before standing up next to you. "Darn! I thought I would getcha twice. Well, anywho, I won the bet anyway"
You smirk, still trying to catch your breath. You say, "I think you'll find that line 5 has the possibility of server overload, which as you know is a major error"
Jules stares it down, horrified. This is just the type of mistake Lisa is constantly on her case about. She sighs, looking down and says, "Alright, what do you want me to wear this week. I bet it's the classic 'make the dark chick wear a sundress' schtick"
"Well, no, I want you to learn your lesson so you will wear this." you say, pulling out a dunce cap that Marina had to wear on a bet she lost to you on once.
"You just want me to wear a dunce cap?" Jules asked cautiously.
"Well, you forget to check for edge cases and they lead to server overload. So, to phrase it correctly: I want you to wear just a dunce cap. Today. I'll decide the rest of the days as they come. You can leave your clothes by the door"
You place the dunce cap on the table and pretend to get back to work and pay no mind to Jules. She slowly strips out of her tee, and you get to see her beautiful breasts again. She then quickly takes off her jeans and panties in one motion, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible, along with her sneakers and then the socks come off. She reaches for her choker and you interject, "You know what? Leave the choker on. It's not Jules without it" you say with a wink. You're enjoying this a little too much. Your cock twitches. Jules groans and picks up the dunce cap and puts it on her head and walk out to the bullpen to giggles among her associates out there. The usually milk pale Jules is looking a rather distinctive shade of red. you can't help but notice.
And as you look over to the clock, you realize it's not long to the all hands, so you better finish up the work on this before heading to Marina's planned forfeit
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