For one terrifying moment, Kelly thought that the door wasn't going to open, but then she realized that the handle had simply slipped through her sweaty hands. She wiped her palms on her sensible dark gray business skirt, not really caring if she left any marks at this point, and turned the knob again. This time, it rotated easily in her grip. She opened the door to Mark's office, darted inside, and closed it quickly but carefully behind her.
She gave a quick glance to see if Mark was in-this was all a big waste of time if he was at lunch or something-then turned back to the door and craned her neck from side to side. Her eyes strained to see any telltale approaching shadows through the frosted glass, but it appeared that nobody had noticed her heading to have a little chat with the boss. She didn't know what they would do if they did, but given what she'd already seen today, Kelly wasn't taking any chances. She locked the door and drew the shade before she did anything else. Finally, the tension in her chest easing slightly, she turned to Mark and said, "I think something weird is happening to the other employees."
Mark didn't seem particularly fazed by Kelly's words, or her disheveled appearance or the way she kept darting nervous glances at the doorknob as if expecting it to rattle any second. He gave her a warm, confident smile and patted the chair next to his enormous oak desk as though she came into his office every day with strands of copper hair sticking out of her ponytail and her glasses slightly askew and sweat stains visible all the way through to her jacket. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me about it," he said smoothly. "Looks like it's giving you a hell of a time, whatever it is. Did Bob come up from accounting again to eat in the IT break room? Because I've talked to him, and-"
"It's not Bob," Kelly snapped. She took a deep breath, realizing that nothing good could come of antagonizing her boss, and let it out in a sigh. "Sorry," she continued, heading over to the chair and flopping into it with an exhausted air. "But I need you to understand, this isn't normal everyday weirdness. This is..." She looked over at the door again, convinced she saw the handle starting to turn. Maybe she shouldn't have drawn the shade. It meant that nobody could see in, yes, but it also meant that she couldn't see out.
"There's something really funny happening to all the other women in the office," she said at last. "They're acting..." She paused again, knowing that she probably sounded like some kind of weird conspiracy theorist but unable to find the right words to describe the situation professionally. "Odd," she finally finished, settling for a hopelessly inadequate description. "Distracted. Confused. And very inappropriately for an office setting." Internally, she winced at the description. She sounded like a fucking nun or something.
But Mark didn't seem to be dismissing her, at least not yet. He leaned forward in his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "Could you please give me some specific examples?" he asked. "I know you don't want to get anyone in trouble, but if there's really a problem that's affecting productivity, I need to know about it."
"Well," Kelly replied, "it seemed to start around three in the afternoon, right after that company-wide email went out announcing Project Kyrios. I was just heading to a meeting with Dan and Linda after I saw it, and Linda got there maybe a few seconds before I did. She opened the door to the conference room, and she got this very strange look on her face, like she'd forgotten why she was there... and she did this sort of full-body shudder, all over. Just for a second. And then she smiled, and then... and then she dropped to her knees."
Mark nodded. "Could you maybe show me what it looked like?" he asked, reaching down and undoing his fly to pull his cock out of his trousers.
Kelly's jaw went slack, her gaze becoming glassy and unfocused behind her chunky glasses. She took a long, deep, shuddery breath, one that seemed to radiate all the way out from her chest down along her arms and legs to her fingers and toes. She blinked heavily, once, then twice. "Um... it looked kind of like that, I guess?" she said, a wide smile spreading contentedly across her face as she slid out of the chair and dropped to her knees. "That's the best impression I can do, at least, without whatever happened to Linda happening to me."
Mark nodded, his curiosity seemingly satisfied. He slid his pants down around his ankles and took the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger. It was already hardening as Kelly watched, and she wiggled her hips seductively as she crawled over to take a closer look. "So what happened after Linda was triggered?" he asked, concern dripping from every word.
"Well, as I say, I hadn't quite gotten to the conference room yet," Kelly continued, her hands reaching out to encircle Mark's thickening shaft. "I was maybe a few feet behind Linda, but she hadn't bothered closing the door, so I could see what was going on as I approached. And when I saw what was happening, well... I didn't exactly feel comfortable going inside. Linda was still on her knees, and Dan was... well, he was exposing himself to her, sir." She felt his cock pulse under her fingers as she spoke. "And she was... I mean, she seemed perfectly comfortable with it!"
Kelly paused, momentarily lost in thought. "No, not just comfortable," she said at last, her fingers lightly stroking their way up and down Mark's penis as she spoke. "She was actively interested. She reached out and started playing with Dan's, um..." Kelly could feel a blush beginning to spread across her pale cheeks, but it seemed somehow impossible to avoid using the words. "With his cock, sir. She looked like, like she was enjoying it a lot. I didn't think it would be appropriate to watch further, but I think she was planning to give him a blowjob in the conference room."
