Jessica checked her nails as she strode swiftly down the concrete sidewalk. The autumn wind stung her face, and her navy stiletto pumps clicked on the pavement. She had jet-black hair, pulled taut into an updo, and under her khaki trench coat was a royal blue blouse and a very short black pencil skirt. There was quite a bit of cleavage showing over her blouse- nearly half of her rack, which was barely a double d set; she often overflowed into an E. It made her feel like an absolute slut, but it was what all the men at her office liked to see. Jessica was the only woman there, and if she wanted to keep her job, she had to, as the boss told her, 'put it on display'. He also asked her not to wear any panties to work anymore. She knew this was grossly unfair, but it was hard to find a new corporate job at this level nowadays.
Jessica arrived at the tall glass office building, an hour early as usual. Efficiency was the name of her game, and the sooner she could leave to see her husband, the better. With a resigned sigh, she faced the brick wall next door and took off her trench coat, exposing her tan décolletage to the frigid air. Jessica set her briefcase down, and reached for her blouse. She dug her right hand into the left side of her black, lacy push-up bra, and grasped her firm, bouncy tit hard. She forced the bra down and pulled her breast up above it. Letting it drop into place, Jessica shook just enough that it was livable, her rack jiggling and swinging heavily. She repeated on the other side. That should be enough boobs to last the guys one day, she thought. Tiny slivers of her dark brown nipples were barely visible above the line of her blouse. She felt like a hooker. Taking one last look at the grey streetscape after her daily routine, she entered her office building.
Standing in the elevator, she rubbed her smooth, slender, tan legs together. She felt as though her bare, shaved pussy might show through the über-tight, extremely short excuse for a skirt. Jess knew the boss could see her pussy lips when she bent over, sometimes. That was why he asked her to work without underwear. She hated the idea, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. A small trail of juice trickled down her thigh. Jessica was a girl that miraculously stayed wet, even when she wasn't aroused.
When Jessica arrived at the penthouse suite, she was met with a surprise. The rest of her team stood in front of her, all 12 men. "You're all here early," she blurted out.
"Yep," said the boss, stepping forward with open arms. "We came here to celebrate you. We wanted to surprise you, first thing." He put one arm around her, turning to face the rest of the office, then slid his hand down to grab her plump ass. "Gentlemen, let's give a round of applause to our employee of the month!" The men clapped, hollered, and whistled. They looked hungry. The boss grinned at her as though eyeing his prize possession. That was when she first knew something was wrong.
As the whooping died down, the boss said to a man in the front, "Reynolds, would you care to present Mrs. Wu with her title?" Jess's mind was racing. They didn't have an employee of the month, and why would she get a title?
"Of course, sir." Reynolds said, stepping forward. "I present to you," he said, debonair with an added flair, "Jessica, the official office whore." He dug his hand into the black, lacy bra, and pulled the bulging tits out so fast Jess had no time to react. She was still processing the whore title. Before she knew it, she was being swarmed by her coworkers. They pulled her bra off, holding her down.
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE, NO! What are you doing?!!!" Jess screamed and thrashed, but to no avail. Hands were stuck up her skirt, so many rubbing her cunt and tits. More than three sets of hands clenched and slapped her ass so hard it was numb.
"Gentlemen, pace yourselves. We're just starting, no need to rush. Now if you could escort our whore to the conference room, I believe we can start the office party there." The boss interrupted the lusty grabbing and squeezing of Jess, and the horde began to move the writhing girl into the conference room. Once in there, Jess was handcuffed. She was pinned to the conference table spread-eagle. So many hands ran over her body, it made her feel filthy.
