Alexandra didn't know when it started.
The office had undergone several subtle changes, but she wasn't sure where it started from. Or if any of these were normal changes. She had been racking her brain for a while now, because she knew there was something wrong. Only she had no concrete proof.
Maybe it was the new dress code, when women weren't allowed pants anymore. The secretary didn't complain, though she had to buy more dresses and skirts. But, she did feel something was off. On the first day she came back into office after the dress code was enforced, there were still women in slacks. She didn't want to be a stickler for the rules, but perhaps it was a transitory period. After all, the next day, luckily (or unluckily? It hurt Alexandra's head to think which one it was) for her, everyone was in a skirt or a dress.
Still, it was odd she stopped wearing her pants outside of work. Any time she held up a pair of jeans or even sweatpants, they itched in her hand. It was aggravating to hold them, as if ants were crawling all over her hands and biting them. As such, she didn't even bother trying them on.
In the beginning of this state change, she wore knee-length skirts. They flattered her long, slender legs and gave off elegance and modesty. That was an aesthetic she adored, a sort of counter-culture for the feminist in her who loathed society's current trend of showing skin. But suddenly, her cherished knee length skirts and dresses were too hot to wear. It was always warm this time of year, but it was unusually scorching to cover up anywhere below the knees, or even just slightly above. Maybe global warming was getting far worse than she imagined?
So she made the logical choice of only wearing short skirts and dresses. It didn't matter if she turned the heads of more men than usual. It didn't matter if others gawked at her more and catcalled more, none of that mattered. Her legs seemed to spring on their own in her newer, shorter, wardrobe. A smile was always radiating from her face as long as she wore these revealing skirts. And she loved the stares. From men, from women, from everyone. It made her feel wanted, and that the days she went to the gym were not in vain. She loved how men complimented her slender legs, of which she could no longer imagine covering up. She lived for the way other women in the office would grope her ass firmed by squats. If it made her feel this wanted, there couldn't be anything wrong with these policies.
But then came another new policy! This one had to be odd, in some way, but Alexandra couldn't put her finger on why. A mandatory masturbation break a day couldn't have been a country-wide shift, could it? Did everyone need a masturbation break for 'focus' as the email said?
She lived in a Southeast Asian country, with conservative beliefs on sex! This had to be strange somehow. Before this policy, Alexandra had no desire to ever even consider getting off in public. Despite that, after seeing the email, she couldn't deny that her clit became more vocal. She could no longer even get through the first few hours without cumming in the ladies'.
One day after this policy enforced, Alexandra found that moaning started coming from other stalls as well. The previous day, it was silent and now it was like an opera of orgasm. It was a busy quarter for the company, so maybe all the ladies just needed unanimous relief. After a while, it became such a hassle to even walk over to the bathroom. And everyone was so loud that there was no hiding it. Soon enough, seeing someone use social media or fuck themselves (or both simultaneously) at their desk was commonplace.
Was this strange? Alexandra couldn't tell. It seemed so natural to slip two fingers into the waistband of her panties (there was no need for skirts anyways, her pussy would only need to be covered up with these cute blue panties) and rub her sensitive clitty until she had a mind-shattering orgasm right before a meeting. That seemed natural. She had to focus on work. The only way to do that was with constant cumming. Once, Susan from accounting even helped her get off with her tongue, which.... probably... didn't break company policy?
In fact, that incident alone probably triggered a new company wide policy. If a superior requested it, you would have to follow any and all sexual orders they command of you.
That one had to be strange! Alexandra read and read the email over and over again, and watched the briefing video attached over and over and over and over again to make sure she got the memo correct. To her surprise, with enough careful reading and rewatching the attachment, the policy made perfect sense.
Obviously, your superior could command you to help them. That's why they were the superior. If her boss demanded she get him a coffee, she'd grumble about it but she'd certainly get it. If upper management wanted her to move a chair, she would if she was free. And of course if Mr. Wang wanted a blowjob after his morning coffee, she would oblige and drain his balls of all his cum.
