Chapter 8 pg 95
Previously, Caroline had her first experience of her work colleagues using incriminating photos to force her to play Simon Says. James/Jasmine, had to provide blowjobs to various men so he could get back incriminating photos Caroline had given them. They continue to their efforts to out humiliate each other.
A few days later, I received a text first thing at work. It was Mark telling me he had booked a meeting room for us at the end of the day. I didn't know what to make of this. I could barely concentrate for the day thinking of what was waiting for me. The floor was deserted. That made me feel a bit better. Mark was sitting at a desk outside. My heart was pounding away. Mark welcomed me. He gave me a choice: Leave my clothes on his desk and I suck him inside a meeting room or I suck him in the middle of the office. "What if someone comes in?"
"Then you keep going until you finish or I keep the photo."
There were no windows in the meeting room. I far preferred the privacy so opted to take off my clothes.
"Can I put them somewhere other than on top of your desk?" The last thing I wanted was someone coming in to see my clothes laying on the floor.
"Sure, there is a small kitchenette with cabinets. You can put your clothes in that." I looked to see it at the far side of the office. That was not what I wanted but decided it was better than his desk. I went over, took off my clothes.
"You're sure no one will come in?" I was a bit nervous.
"People do come in and out but not usually at this time. I can lock your clothes in my desk drawers. But then I would insist on more than one sucking tonight." In for a penny in for a more secure pound.
"I'll take you up on that." I took off my clothes and handed them to him. He locked them in his drawer. It felt very weird walking naked in an office. At least it was empty. We went into the meeting. "I hear through the grapevine that you are doing a pretty good job. I like the tag line of 4Cs!" I blanched "What is it, Cleaning Citchens, Cunts and Cocks?"
"Yeah, something like that," I muttered.
"Okay, well let's see how you do." He then told me to unbuckle his trousers, pull them down and do my best. I habitually turned on the light and did as told. He must have had a previous appointment because I could taste the juices of a woman on him. So away I started. It was work as he had certainly shot his load. It took serious effort to get him hard. As nothing happened I went to work on his balls and used all the tongue tricks I had picked up over the last few months. He was thoroughly enjoying it. I was very glad we did this in the meeting room. I would have been terrified being in the middle of an office this long. Finally, he shot something into my mouth. I swallowed happily. Certainly, he couldn't have much more for a second sucking.
The door opened. I was both terrified and relieved. A young lady walked in wearing only a long shirt. Mark motioned to me and I understood. This was more pleasurable then sucking a cock directly. I put her on the table, spread her legs and buried myself in her cunt. She was so full of it I needed to come up for breath a few times. She smiled. "I think that'll do."
I didn't understand what she meant. She led me out of the meeting room and I melted. There was a sea of people, mostly men. I looked back at the meeting room and it was lit up like an ocean liner. The glass was see-through or something. My legs started to shake and I almost started to cry. I assumed they were all from some part of the company. I was praying they didn't recognise me.
The woman took control. "I'm glad to say we have a way to keep this fucking good party going. The representative from 4Cs is obviously up to the task. As you saw, he does a wonderful job of cleaning cocks and cunts and we will assume he does kitchens as well!" There was a general round of applause and laughter. I was in a state of shock. "So can any woman who wants a fucking throw their knickers - or all their clothes if they so wish! - into the middle of the office." Several started winging their way in that direction. "Gentlemen, these lovely cunts are yours. If you want them emptied before you fill 'em then just call over - sorry mate, what's your name?" All I could mumble was James. "James, here. He will do what is necessary. And if you want your dick cleaned before you leave, he will do that as well." There was a general round of applause.
"What happens if he tires?" I heard someone ask.
"No cleaning then no clothes!" I couldn't believe my ears. It was Caroline grinning from ear to ear. "First I don't think he ever tires of cum. So you can ask for him to suck you off if there isn't a cunt available. But if he should tire, well he doesn't get his clothes back. He either leaves bare or you leave with the photos I'll be taking of the festivities." I was livid but trapped. The party got into full swing, much to my chagrin. I did recognise a few people. But since they were getting fucked or fucking I guessed, more hoped, that I'd have little to fear. Within a couple of hours I was struggling with the all the cum. Licking out women was enjoyable, but only after I'd cleaned them of copious amounts of spunk. They started to collect their knickers leaving a few men still unsatisfied. They lined up for one last blow. Caroline was doing her best to get me in the most compromising of poses. I knew if I didn't satisfy them I was going to go viral in the office. The worst were where she got my full face hanging onto the tip of dick that was sending it juices down my curled tongue. I managed it all, much to Caroline's disappointment until the last bloke. I did my best but when the flood hit I couldn't do it. I collected it all in my hands and looked at them. I caught everything he shot in my hand.
Caroline was delighted. The thought of her having this over me was enough. I closed my eyes and down the hatch it went. There was applause from all but one person! I was very pleased at that but the night made me determined to exact my revenge.
I will recount this in her own words, as it makes the revenge taste even more delicious!
I was flying pretty high after compromising James in his office. I didn't get the movie I wanted but he now has a deserved reputation in the office. I dread the film I am sure he has of me but there is little he can do with it that would equal what I did to him. Or so I thought.
Several days later the office had a Bathing Suit day for one of our clients. My idea was that we all wore our favourite bathing suit in the morning and then exchange them for the client's bathing suit in afternoon. This would inspire the team to come up with ideas. I thought it a pretty good idea. There were a few doubters but I prevailed and set the date when we would be doing our first presentation for them. I had chosen a modest one piece suit and looked forward to what the others would select.
Everyone usually got in by 9 so that is the time I set for everyone to be in their suits. I left home with mine under my clothes. I was looking forward to the event until I saw my screen saver. There I was tied up for all to see. As soon as I hit a key it started moving. The cucumber became visible and I started fucking myself. Text then appeared. "As you disobeyed Simon the last time, you are now to face your punishment, or else everyone gets this as their screen saver." I fell into my chair. "There are three punishments to match each of your failings.
Frist, you will immediately go to the toilets and leave your bathing suit. At the unveiling of the bathing suits, you will be the last to disrobe, removing all of your clothes. You will spend the entire day naked. This is because you failed to take off your bra and knickers the first time.
Second, you will give all of your clothes to others in the office to keep for the morning. There will be no backing tracking or complaining. This is because you took your bra and knickers back when you weren't supposed.
Third, your last punishment will be to give away your bra and knickers for any bathing suit for the afternoon. Make clear the recipients can keep your underwear, they do not need to give it back. This is because you didn't take your bra and knickers when you should have.
You can make up any story you like. You just have to be convincing."
I could feel the blood drain from my face. It was a bit before 9. My brain was racing. I fixated on the last punishment. I didn't have any bra or knickers! I was wearing a bath suit, for god sake. Or would be until I took it off and left it in the toilets. I had no idea what that meant. But I had two other punishments to go before then. Maybe I would think of something before then. So I dashed to the toilets, removed my clothes, took off the bathing suit, put my clothes back on, put the suit on the hook and rushed to my desk. I barely had four minutes. I was racking my brain about what to do, what to say, how to compose myself. Worrying about the third punishment was forgotten. Before I could develop anything the Meeting Notice dinged on my computer. Out I had to go to face the office. I had no idea how I got into this mess or how I would get out of it with any shred of decency. But I didn't want every screen saver in the office to see me fucking myself with a cucumber!
As I came out, my heart was pounding far worse than when I was bra-less. They got that right anyway. I saw a most people in their bathing suits and the rest were coming back from the toilets. I guess I was one of the few who wore mine in. Finally, it was only me. They were a good looking sight but wondered what they would think when they I would finish. "You all look very good. I like your taste in suits." I started to remove my shoes. "I think you may find mine a bit more interesting." I started taking off my tights. "More daring, might be the right word." I started taking off my skirt. "I was in a real quandary if I should do this. But the rules are the rules and I had to be true to them." There were some quizzical looks. My long blouse covered up my now bare bottom half. I started unbuttoning my blouse. I am sure my voice was quivering. My hands were sure shaking. Willingly undressing in front of the entire office was a real trial. My only thought was that it is was not as bad as explaining a screen saver. When I finished the last button, I let the blouse drop to the floor. There were gasps and some applause. "I guess you want an explanation. You see, my favourite my suit is my birthday suit so to speak."
