When Allison awoke, she was positively
glowing.
She was laying in bed, feeling the warm summer sun streaming in through the window. Every inch of her body was radiating pure joy as she floated in an ocean of blankets and pillows. She realized she was still wearing her clothes so she sat up and pulled them off, feeling the air against her bare, slightly sweaty skin.
Apparently she must've passed out last night. Her memories of the evening were still hazy, but regardless she was quite sure she hadn't had more than a couple glasses of wine. She felt a bit of panic as she considered that perhaps Ryan had drugged her and Brie, but then she remembered her insane, spontaneous orgasm, after which her memory of the evening abruptly stopped. It must've been so strong that it knocked her right out.
It had definitely been something special. It reminded her of her first orgasm; a wave of euphoria that rushed through her body in a way she had never felt before, only this time it felt like every inch of her body was as sensitive as her clit. She felt shivers up her spine as she remembered how good it had felt, and just like after her first orgasm, all she could think about now was how long it would be until she'd get to feel that way again.
Less pleasant memories of the evening started flooding back to her now. That incredibly awkward game of Truth or Dare; Brie's erect nipples; and gagging on cum. Although she felt like she should be shuddering in shame from it, her great mood was like a bubble repelling all negative emotions. It was hard for her to worry about what had happened.
But she did worry about that orgasm. Where had that even come from? There was no way it could've been somehow connected to the semen she drank, could it? She hadn't felt at all aroused at the time; far from it, she'd felt humiliated and entirely creeped out. She knew some girls got off on humiliation, but she didn't think that was her. And she had certainly never came without direct stimulation before.
She decided to simply be happy for the experience and otherwise write it off as freak one-time event until she had reason to believe it was anything other than that. She noticed that her upsetting compulsion to taste Ryan's cum was apparently a one-time event as well, and she was grateful that it was gone.
She could worry about both of those events later. Right now, her most pressing concern was what would happen on Monday when she saw Ryan again. Updating her resume crossed her mind, but that thought pissed her off. She had worked so hard to get where she was, and giving it up because of this bizarre situation would be devastating. But she could already imagine Ryan's smug looks from across the break room and his unwanted advances over IM. The very thought of that was enough to pierce her bubble of happiness and give her a shudder, but only for a moment.
Sighing, Allison decided to worry about these problems later. For now, she'd try her best to enjoy her amazing mood.
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Monday hit Allison like a cement truck.
It was the kind of morning that all adults dread - awful sleep the night before, terrible traffic, the coffee machine was broken. And despite having the entire weekend to think about it, she hadn't come up with any plan for dealing with Ryan.
It wasn't like she hadn't tried. Granted, she did wait until Sunday evening to call Brie, but Brie ended up being surprisingly unhelpful. About all she had to say on the subject was "Well, you can't put the cum back in the cock now can you?" She did confirm that nothing untoward happened after Allison passed out, but besides that she just seemed... distracted. Like she was trying to watch a TV show and talk on the phone at the same time. It was very frustrating; they didn't talk for very long.
Allison sat down at her desk and started to boot up her computer. She couldn't help but notice that the world just felt... dimmer than it should. She'd survived plenty of shitty Mondays, but instead of feeling "bad", this day just felt like... nothing. It was a stark contrast to Saturday, where every experience felt amplified a hundred times over.
She'd hardly finished opening her email client when an IM window popped up on her computer screen.
rhendric:
hey sexy... how was the rest of ur weekend?
Allison instantly felt dread hit her stomach. Ryan couldn't even wait until she was settled in? Allison closed the window and started working instead.
A minute passed, and window popped up again.
rhendric: i had a great time on friday. had no idea u were such a freak lol
Allison quickly closed the window. It popped up again almost immediately.
rhendric: If u ever want more of that nut butter u know where to find me lol
Allison closed the window, sighed, then opened it again.
aharris: This is NOT appropriate work conversation. If you don't stop now I will show these messages to HR.
Allison stared at the blinking symbol indicating Ryan was writing a response. He seemed to be taking forever. Was he writing a novel or something? Allison was sure he was going to say something along the lines of "Go ahead and tell HR, I'll tell everyone what you did last Friday." But when the reply finally came, it simply read:
rhendric: ok
Allison was sure she would be hearing from him again soon. However, as she slogged through countless emails and hours of endless meetings, she was surprised by his silence. She didn't even see him at the break room at lunch, nor did she run into him in the hallways. As the day neared its end, Allison allowed herself to feel a little bit of relief that maybe this was over. It was the first emotion to cut through the accumulating fog in hours.
-
The week slowly trudged on. If Monday had felt bad, Tuesday and Wednesday felt progressively worse, even though the nothing particularly stressful had happened. The dull feeling she'd felt on Monday was only getting stronger and stronger. She'd left her lunches largely uneaten, and her favorite music sounded dull and repetitive. Even masturbation couldn't seem to cut through the fog anymore, despite numerous attempts at home and in the private bathroom at work.
It was Thursday afternoon as Allison sat at her desk trying to write a reply to an urgent email. It concerned a major presentation she was to give next Monday; all of the work she and the rest of her team had done for the past six months hinged on it going well. She kept starting and stopping, her thoughts distracted. She idly sorted through her desk, forgetting what she was even looking for, when her finger slid across the edge of a piece of paper and cut ever so slightly into her skin.
Allison gasped and held up her finger. The smallest droplet of blood began to form, a vivid bright red spot against a peach background.
It was by far the strongest sensation she had experienced in days.
As she applied pressure to her finger, she found herself examining the items on her desk and considering how she might use each one to create even more sensation. Her eyes had just settled on a sharp pair of scissors when a sound from her computer startled her out of her thoughts.
rhendric: how's ur day goin?
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