Coworkers with Benefits

This story was originally written for the On The Job Challenge 2025 in April 2025.

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Alyssa fished from her purse a nondescript plastic badge. She swiped it against the black scanner by the door, feeling that little twinge of irrational tension before the light on it turned green. The door unlocked and she pushed it away to walk inside, just like she had done every day for the past several weeks.

This was her office, after all, even if the work she did there was unorthodox to say the least.

"Six bookings today," she said, a trace of smile curling her rouge lips. "Should be alright, I guess..."

She was standing over her desk, looking at the computer screen that showed a spreadsheet of today's appointments. It wasn't packed very tightly; certainly nothing she hadn't handled before. She could deal with all these customers without issue, she thought, especially given how considerate they had been so far.

Though Alyssa had been doing this for some time, she still felt like she was very new to this line of work. She told herself that this was perfectly normal. For one, it was a totally different job than the one she'd been aiming for when she showed up for the interview. This alternative offer really came out of the left field, and the young woman was understandably quite shocked when she heard what it entailed.

As she took off her overcoat and hanged it on the rack, her mind went back a few months and replayed the memories of that bizarre interview.

"I'm rather impressed," she remembered the older businesswoman say. "You definitely know your way around the web frontend and all those modern frameworks, including the one our engineers are using. It also seems like you've got a decent amount of knowledge and experience with privacy and security issues. Overall, pretty darn good..." She looked to the side. "So, what do you think, Jesse? Would Alyssa here be a worthwhile addition to the team?"

Jesse had introduced himself as the CEO, and tech was probably the only industry where he could actually look like one. The guy didn't even break into his thirties; a button-down checkered shirt was still the height of his fashion sense, and the bloodshot eyes plus a frizzy mane of brown hair on his head gave off an appearance of someone who'd just spent all night either partying or coding.

He was flanked on the left by a much more elegant woman, somewhere in her late thirties to early forties. A maroon tweed jacket was slung over her slim figure, touched by the strands of wavy, blond, shoulder-length hair. She was sitting across the table. looking at Alyssa with a polite but perfunctory smile. The corners of her lips dug deeper and deeper creases into her cheeks, which were already more wrinkly than you'd expect given her relatively young age.

"I don't know, Heather," said Jesse. "Frontend is one thing, but so far the whole team has been very much on the full-stack side. I'm not confident we can specialize just yet, in terms of distinct skillsets of our engineers. Yes, I know that Alyssa has worked closely with the backend guys at her current company but that's not same as, say, tweaking a deployment pipeline, running a complex database migration, or diagnosing issues with our cloud provider's API."

"Isn't it something she could learn on the job pretty quickly?"

He looked at Alyssa and flashed her an apologetic smile. "I'm sure that she could," he said, turning back to Heather, "but if we want to get out of the closed beta ASAP, then there is very little leeway we have when it comes to additional overhead such as onboarding new engineers. I mean, I really don't want Rick to have to pick up the sl--"

"The investors won't be happy, Jesse," she interrupted him, her voice gaining an audibly shrill edge. "You should know how important diversity is, especially these days... You've got an all-male team right now, and here's a great female candidate that is eminently qualified, even if not perfectly in the way you'd like her to be. Are you sure there is no way to, you know -- fit her in?"

Alyssa had to stifle a gasp. She was surprised they'd discuss such things openly, with her sitting right there. She always suspected that being a woman in this industry was giving her a slight advantage over her male peers, but never before had it been spelled out so explicitly. There was a not-so-small part of her youthful idealism that died right there, the illusion of pure meritocracy dissipating in a puff of ugly gray smoke.

"Sorry, Heather, can't do," the young CEO said with surprisingly firm conviction. "Getting to market is the most important thing for me right now. Quite frankly, it should be for you and your VCs as well, assuming you're still looking forward to the expected returns on your admittedly very generous investment..."

And yet, this somberly illuminating exchange was nothing compared to where the conversation had gone next.

"Fair enough," said the older woman. "Miss Brewster --"

"That's okay," Alyssa said. "I understand. I wouldn't want to be a drag on the team's productivity."

She was just about ready to get up and leave. This interview wasn't a crucial lifeline, because she had a decently paying job at a much larger corporation. What she had been looking for was career advancement in a more exciting environment, however cliche that may sound. Now, though, she was mostly just waiting for Jesse and Heather to officially say no, and then follow it with a quick and polite goodbye.

But instead, Alyssa had heard something rather different.

"Well, I'm glad that you understand," Heather said, her eyes giving a little twitch as a quiet sigh escaped her thin lips. "Let's just leave it at that then. However, now that the question of an engineering role is firmly out of the picture... Jesse? What do you think? Would you say Alyssa might be suitable for that other role we've been talking about? You know, the one we're not advertising publicly..."

The man's face rapidly lost some of its beige color in favor of a pale shade of pink.

"Heather, are-are you sure about this...?"

"Of course. Didn't you just say we need every leverage we can find, so that we can get to market as quickly as possible? I agree wholeheartedly."

He was visibly flustered now. "Okay, well, if that's the case," he began, audibly taking a deep and nervous breath, "I'd say that she looks, ahem... very promising."

Alyssa's brow furrowed. "Excuse me but -- what is this about, really?"

The older woman smiled at her. "Miss Brewster, I believe that we might have an even more attractive offer for you," she spoke in a curiously smooth voice. "In terms of compensation, for example, this alternative position would far exceed the salary brackets we have posted for the original engineering role. It would be the upper bound, in fact, except doubled."

Alyssa couldn't hold the loud gasp that managed to escape her throat. "I... I'm listening..."

"Excellent. And I must say I appreciate what you said earlier, too, about not wanting to be a drag on Jesse's team productivity, because in this role, you would become essentially the exact opposite."

She blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Heather's wrinkly smile grew even wider. "Well, let me explain then..."

And boy, explain she did.

Thinking back to it now, as Alyssa looked at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her office, she could totally understand why Jesse said she was a very promising candidate. Her qualifications were obvious and plain to everyone around, precisely because she was anything but plain.

The perky young woman was strikingly beautiful -- which, next to open-mindedness and a friendly personality, was one of the key requirements for success in her new role.

She stood at average height and had a slim but full figure. The curves of her wide hips and heavy breasts narrowed down to an impressively cinched waist.

Her face was exceedingly pleasant, corralled by falling locks of auburn hair that would playfully brush against her high cheeks. They complemented her deep amber eyes that sat above a cute button nose, and a puffy oval of her lips that she liked to touch with just a smidge of red lip gloss.

"Hmm... I wonder if I should change?" she mused, looking at her outfit of thin woolen sweater and blue denim pants. "But Connor's first today, and he usually doesn't ask for much, so..."

Officially, Alyssa's title was that of an Employee Satisfaction Specialist. Whenever she heard it, she found it hard not to burst into a fit of sardonic laughter. It matched her role perfectly, if only in a perverse manner, because satisfaction was precisely what the girl's job was about.

Heather had explained it to her back then, in a very no-nonsense kind of way.

In many tech startups that the woman's venture fund invested in, she had noticed all the same problems with demographic makeup of early employees. You didn't have to subscribe to fashionable opinions on diversity to see it, and Heather's concerns about the issue stemmed from rather more practical motives than the desire to appear righteous on professional social media.

Simply speaking, those fledgling companies were almost always full of young single men. Overworked and under-socialized, these men had neither the time nor -- let's be honest -- ability to attract women and form any kind of satisfying relationship. Nature being what it was, however, these guys still had very real physical needs. Failing to meet them would inevitably lead to detrimental effects on their well-being and, in turn, their morale and productivity at work.

Enter Alyssa. Her job duties, how that she had accepted the offer, revolved precisely around satisfying those unmet needs.

She was given a dedicated office that had been furnished with all the necessary amenities. It included a comfortable bathroom with a spacious shower cabin; large wardrobe and several closets where she could keep clothes and personal items; a king-size bed along with a dozen sets of sheets and linen; as well as a bean bag, an exercise ball, two chairs, a mirror, and an agave plant in a clay pot. It was all very pleasant and cozy.

She also had a desk with a computer that she'd use manage her appointments. They were done through a system similar to what her previous company used for onsite massage bookings. Other employees were free to schedule individual sessions with Alyssa, up to a certain limit per week, for either half an hour or a full hour.

Just like a massage therapist, the service she'd provide during her sessions was physical and tactile in nature. Difference was, hers was also of a much more intimate kind.

"Ahh, yes," Connor said with a breathy sigh. He was a thin, bespectacled man in a creased T-shirt, not exactly a heartthrob but not particularly unappealing either. "This feels... really great..."

Alyssa would've liked to respond, but her mouth was currently quite full. She was kneeling on a folded yoga mat on the floor, leaning into the chair where Connor was sitting and diving between his parted legs. With his cargo pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles, his hard cock was out and pushing into the girl's straining throat.

He was surprisingly big for a guy his height. Despite plenty of opportunities to practice over the last few weeks, Alyssa still had problems getting him fully inside her mouth. She needed to reach with outstretched lips to hit the mark at the base of his cock, at the same time moving the neatly trimmed pubic hair to stimulate the sensitive skin underneath. Getting her tongue there was unfortunately out of question. It had already happened this session that she had to fight her gag reflex; the cautious girl would rather not risk it again.

But this was okay. She was still learning the chops. It wasn't like Connor had any complaints about the quality of service he was receiving.

"I'm not gonna last... much longer..."

She gave him a thumbs-up and lowered her hand back to his ballsack. She tried to remember not to neglect it, but doing so many things at once required a surprising amount of concentration. Lips, tongue, throat, teeth (gently!), fingers, sometimes even nose and chin...

Sure, she had given blowjobs before; her last boyfriend even said she was the best he'd ever had. But doing it as part of her work duties added an extra layer of pressure she couldn't help not to feel.

No matter the endeavor, Alyssa wanted to excel in it.

"Here... here it goes, Lys!"

Conner's pressure, on the other hand, was already being relieved in a very explosive manner. His cock twitched and pulsed, erupting thick ropes of semen inside the girl's sucking and licking mouth. The amount didn't faze her, for the man had his balls drained regularly, but she wasn't a huge fan of his flavor. One of these days she'd tell him to pick fruits over chips whenever he went to the snack station.

"Wow... I don't know if I should say this but, uh, I feel like you are getting better every time."

She chuckled into his softening cock. "Thanks," she said, as she released the organ from her mouth and wiped it clean with a tissue she always kept nearby. "I am trying my best, you know? And not just when I'm on my knees, or there," she added, thumb pointing at the bed behind her.

"Right. And I really appreciate it," Connor said, pulling up his underpants. "We all do. I don't know if anyone told you this, but Jesse gave us a very stern speech before your first day, warning us not to make, well, this"--he broadly gestured around the room--"more awkward than it needs to be. And sure, it was a bit weird for the first week or two, but it seems like it just naturally stopped being a big deal. I wonder whether you feel the same way, if you don't mind my asking..."

Alyssa rose from her knees and sat opposite to him on the bed.

"It's... Well, if I am to be honest..."

"Please."

She bit her lip. "I'm kinda starting to like it."

"Really?"

The chuckle she gave was only a little bit nervous. "Yeah. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm pretty easy-going overall, and it's not like I was an innocent little angel before this!"

He laughed then. "College days, eh?"

"Nope, not telling!" she teased. "Trade secrets."

He laughed again. "Alright, I won't pry."

Connor stood up and buckled his pants, rising above Alyssa whose head would only come up to his shoulders. He gave her a look, as if trying to remember something he forgot, before flashing an awkward smile and turning around to leave.

"We still got ten minutes, by the way," she said.

"I know, but that's okay. I should get back to work anyw--"

"It looked to me like you wanted something."

He turned again, his face gaining a slightly rosy hue. "Ugh, no, I just... Nah, never mind. It was silly and inappropriate."

She burst out laughing. "Inappropriate? You mean, more than coming a big load straight into my mouth?"

He blinked, and moments later he let out a hearty chuckle. "Okay, you've got a point. I was just wondering what kind of, uh, lingerie you're wearing..."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. At the same time, it didn't escape her notice how she would've probably taken offense at such a question just a few short weeks ago.

"How about next time," she said, as she stood up and began taking off her clothes, "I'll just strip before getting on my knees...?"

Only a few moments later Alyssa was down to just her sexy underwear. It was a crimson set of erotic lingerie, with lacy shelf bra which scarcely covered her nipples and a pair of skimpy silk panties that exposed a lot of flesh of her firm and shapely butt. Smirking, she did a little twirl to give Connor a good look from every angle, making the man's jaw drop as he beheld her gorgeously feminine form.

"Well...?" she asked coquettishly.

"Damn!"

She chuckled. "Glad you liked it. Just remember that if you need my help again because of this, that's probably going to be another appointment!"

"Oh no!" he joked. "Guess I better run then!"

He gave her one more meaningful glance, pausing for more than a few seconds when she leaned forward with her hands cupping the large mounds of her breasts. She sent him a wink and he responded with a cheeky grin, before waving his hand and saying he would be back tomorrow.

Once the door close, Alyssa sat back on the bed and sighed. She thought that was a bit unexpected. While the blowjob didn't do much, not for her, getting shamelessly ogled by Connor had resulted in a small, wet patch that darkened her red panties. She felt a little flush, but not enough to do something about it all by herself, and certainly not in only ten minutes.

She tiptoed to her desk to check whose appointment was next.

"Blake," she gasped, but then her lips rose in a sultry smirk. "A full hour, as usual... Welp, time to get the daily dose of stretching!"

***

When she told Connor she was starting to like her job, Alyssa hadn't been entirely truthful. In reality, after little over a month of working in her new role, there were very few things she didn't like about this whole arrangement already.

A lot of it had to do with the sort of people that had joined this fresh new startup. There were only six engineers in total, and not much else in terms of other types of staff. Both the product manager and the UX designer were married, so neither had paid her a single visit. Jesse, the CEO, had basically poured his life into this company, meaning he neither had the time nor was ever in the right headspace to seek relief from the specialist that he hired.

As a result, Alyssa was pretty much stuck with the nerds.

Some of them fit the stereotype to a T, much to her chagrin. Two guys in particular needed improvement in terms of hygiene standards and grooming. Thankfully those were the only two instances that prompted the girl to refuse service, which she had the contractual right to do, and raise the issue with Jesse. She couldn't even begin to imagine in what manner he must've berated them afterwards, because next session they both showed up impeccably clean and freshly manscaped.

Men like Connor and his younger colleague Brian never posed any such problems. If she were to make a choice, she'd probably say that those two were her favorites. They were unproblematic, polite, and typically very easy to please. Whenever either of them came for more than just a simple blowjob, he'd make sure Alyssa had as good a time as he did.

It was the last two guys that presented the biggest challenge for the hard-working girl. And in one case, said challenge was big in a very literal sense.

"Ooooh!... Fuck, alright, here we go again..."

Hands and knees on the bed, the sweat-slicked redhead tried to muster another ounce of courage and willpower. She needed everything she got, and likely more, to push back against this unbearably thick invader. Gritting her teeth she let out a mighty groan, as she felt another inch of what had to be a sequoia stump force itself inside her overly tight pussy.

"Everything alright in there?" a voice behind her asked in a low baritone. "I'll take a blowie if you can't --"

"No, no, it's... it's fine," she hushed him. "Just need... a minute... Ooooh!"

"Okie."

Alyssa certainly wasn't a quitter. If there was anything the upbeat girl truly hated, it was disappointing people that he liked or giving up when the challenge was clearly surmountable. Not taking Blake's cock in her pussy would count as a failure on both accounts, and so the naked young woman was really applying herself to the task ahead.

Or, more precisely, behind.

"Ugh... Tell me it's almost in?"

"Hmm?... Oh, yeah, I guess... maybe half an inch left?"

That would work. Besides, she had already done this before. Blake was her regular, appearing in her office every morning like clockwork. He was a giant hunk of a man, a testament to his keen passion for bodybuilding, and he made it a point to visit Alyssa first thing after his morning workout.

Light cardio was actually good for gains, he'd say, and apparently her bed was Blake's favorite substitute for treadmill. After two hours of lifting he'd get a solid pump everywhere, which meant that his normally somewhat unremarkable cock would swell to breadths she had never encountered before.

To say it was tough to get him in would be a massive understatement. Yet Alyssa could not be deterred. Another reason why she didn't complain about his girth, besides her boundless ambition, was that once he actually got in, this colossal man would fuck her like no one else ever did.

"OOOOOH! Fuck!... That's gotta be it, right?"

"Yup, all in."

"Okay..." She inhaled sharply. "You can start, I suppose..."

"Okie."

Blake was like that -- a man of few words, spoken in a flat, almost indifferent tone. He didn't talk much, but Alyssa heard from others he could bang out code like a jackhammer, which was also precisely how it felt when he was banging her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" she cried. "Oh my god..."

"You... alright... in there?" he asked, words and breaths punctuating his deep thrusts.

"YEEEEES! God, I'm gonna... fucking cum... again!"

"Sweet."

She arched her back and let out a piercing cry, then dropped her head and glanced to the side. In the mirror she could see them both, obscenely naked and sweaty: a regular, if pretty busty girl on all fours; and a hugely muscled beefcake railing her vigorously from behind.

This downright pornographic sight was yet another good reason to let Blake's tree trunk assail her cramped pussy. It made her feel deliciously naughty that she could partake in such lurid excesses in what was technically her workplace.

"Ugh, gonna come," Blake declared stoically, then proceeded to flood her interior with blast after blast of hot jizz.

He would always sign up for an hour, and he would make use of most of that hour. He'd fuck her at least twice, usually with little to no break in between, creaming her pussy either doggy-style or by holding her whole body against the wall. The room wasn't entirely soundproof but it did silence the worst of the banging and the loudest of Alyssa's screams. It wasn't clear whether their antics were actually disturbing anyone; no one had ever said anything, so she assumed it must've been no worse than the usual din of an open-plan office.

She eventually got used to this kind of treatment but the first few weeks had been rough. She would still sometimes feel sore the next day, mostly in the stomach area, and preventing this was why she kept the exercise ball around. As part of Blake's post-workout routine she was getting quite a workout herself; once he left, she'd lay on the ball for a while to stretch her tortured abdominals.

And yet, even though fucking Blake was physically intense, Alyssa wouldn't say he was her most challenging customer.

That dubious honor went to Aaron, an admittedly handsome man in his late twenties. He was nowhere near as jacked as his colleague, but his body definitely showed that he was no stranger to the gym. Combined with a good fashion sense and a hefty dose of brash confidence, he epitomized the brogrammer type like no one else Alyssa had ever met.

At first she was surprised Aaron would even need her services. He looked like a guy that should have no issues attracting women. She learned pretty quickly, however, that this didn't mean he would forgo the opportunity to avail himself of Alyssa's sexual services.

"My girlfriend is very vanilla in bed," he volunteered, right away during their very first session. "I'm really hoping you will be more open-minded."

The bedroom specialist let out a gasp. "Your... girlfriend?"

"Don't worry, she knows," he answered dismissively. "We have an arrangement where I can have sex with whoever I want."

Alyssa's eyebrow rose. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. I told her we're gonna have an office sl--" he actually bit his tongue there, "well, whatever your official job title is, and she said this was really cool."

"She did?" Alyssa's eyebrow remained elevated. "Well, sure, if she says so..."

"You bet. I said I'm gonna, you know, do things with you, and then she'll have to try and keep up, or I might find somewhere else to do it, because if it's so easy that I can literally get it at work then it shouldn't be too 'hard' or 'nasty' for her either, right?"

The eyebrow remained pegged at the ceiling. "Huh? Sorry, what?"

"Yeah, so anyway," he said, more or less ignoring her, "let's start with something she shouldn't have too much trouble with. Would you mind sucking me off?"

So, that was basically the deal with Aaron. He wasn't really any more kinky that his girlfriend -- the furthest thing he'd ask for was a mere titfuck -- but the way he spoke about her was giving Alyssa the creeps. He was perfectly polite while in her office, and was in fact a considerate lover overall. But it nonetheless didn't sit right with her that his girlfriend was somehow involved, without even being present. It was just, well, weird.

Still, she figured that it wasn't within her station to meddle in their relationship. Her role was to provide a service for the employees, so that's what she was going to do. Like all jobs it had its downsides; Alyssa decided she'd focus mainly on the positives.

***

"Ahh, that was nice... I like to see it when you cum."

A slight blush came over Alyssa's cheeks. It was scarcely visible, for her face was already flushed from the exertions of the past fifteen minutes.

"Well, no one said I'm not supposed to enjoy it," she said teasingly. "This position was always one my favorites anyway. I bet it must be yours, too, since you hardly have to do anything, huh?"

Laying underneath the naked woman, Brian let out a resonant chuckle. "But what little I am doing, I'm doing very hardly," he retorted, trying to flex the muscles at the base of his deflating cock. "Okay, fine, maybe not so hardly anymore..."

She giggled. She liked Brian; he would usually make her laugh. She wasn't a total convert to his hairy barrel of a chest, or the thick lumberjack beard, but he had a nice cock and was surprisingly fun to ride.

"We could probably do something about that not-hard-anymore problem of yours," she said, squeezing her pussy around his half-softened shaft. "This is my last session of the day, though, so I would have to put in some overtime..."

"Really? You would do this just for me?"

"You wish! No, sir. If you want an encore, you have three minutes to get hard again," she challenged him. "Oh, and we'll also talk about your work in the meantime, so it won't be too easy on you either."

He chuckled. "Fine. In that case, did you know we're getting a new developer?"

"Nope, no one told me," Alyssa said, gently rocking back and forth. "Who is he?"

"She," Brian corrected. "Some Indian girl. She previously worked at those cloud guys we're using for DDoS protection. I think she was on their admin panel team."

"Oh, okay," Alyssa said, pausing her movements. "Must be good then?"

"Yeah, seems like she's got all the skills and experience we need."

"Well, that's good..."

Picking up the pace upon Brian's hardening cock, Alyssa again thought back to her interview with Jesse and Heather. She didn't get the job she had originally applied for because Jesse thought she wouldn't find her way around their server apps quickly enough. Hearing that they had found new talent so quickly, and a female one at that, she couldn't help but wonder...

Had she been rejected on purpose? Was it tacitly agreed between Heather and Jesse, right from the start, that the only proper position for a girl of her charms and allure was a sexual one? Was this new girl given a chance in an engineering role because she wasn't attractive enough to become an office sl--

"I also heard she's really hot."

Oh. Okay. Maybe that was a bit presumptuous then, Alyssa thought.

"Hotter than me?"

"No comment on that," he dodged the tease. "I was working from home when she came for the interview."

"Hmph. Fine. If you don't wanna say it, I'll just take your other compliment at... oh!... at face value..."

Growing palpably thicker inside Alyssa's cum-soaked pussy, the burly man grinned from ear to ear. His large hands went to grip her thighs, soon moving up to hold her hips steady. He thrust inside her, deep enough for the smaller woman to feel it against her cervix and breathe out a surprised squeak.

"Looks like I made it in time," Brian said cockily. "Should I do the honors?"

"By all means," she said with a sultry smirk. "My shift's about to end, so I think I'm just gonna lay down and rest..."

He chuckled. "Like I'm going to let you!"

Rolling over, he pinned her underneath his sizeable physique. Her large, soft breasts grazed the curly hair on the man's broad chest, teasing her already excited nipples into full, aching hardness. He threw her a smile, before sliding down her body and lifting her legs to rest upon the wide shelves of his shoulders. Holding them firmly, he began pushing his rock-hard manhood all the way into Alyssa's sopping wet tunnel.

"Fuuuck," she groaned. "It's such a tight fit, when I'm so full of your cum already!"

"You're saying?" He paused to think for a second. "Hmm, maybe I should fuck you harder then, so that it all splashes out and there's more space in there again?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Smart. I can see why you're paid all this money and stocks."

"Yeah, obviously." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "What I value the most, though, are the perks."

And with that, he thrust into her again, drawing more rhythmic moans and groans from the thoroughly fucked woman.

Dribbles of white cum did leak from her pussy, churned by Brian's pistoning cock. They soaked into the bed sheets she had changed just before his appointment. Alyssa didn't think about the stains, however, for she was already on her way to what appeared like a really powerful orgasm. She gripped the mattress through the sheet, cum-stained though it was, and let out a shrill cry as the climax overtook her body; the electric sensations coursed through every nerve in her system.

"OOOOOOH!... Oh god... Yes! Yes!... Fuck!"

Brian came right on the tails of her release, filling Alyssa's pussy anew with another ample load of his seed. He took a grunting breath and put her legs back down, kneeling on the bed, his once again flabby cock hanging between his broad thighs.

"Alright, I will make a comment," he said with a smirk, as he ogled her nude, voluptuous charms. "Right now, I can't see how anyone can be hotter than you..."

"Flatterer," she ribbed him playfully. "You know you aren't supposed to flirt with coworkers?"

"Even those I have just fucked?"

"Especially those," she said, sitting straight up and sighing. "Damn, what a day! Guess I should clean up and run..."

"Well, happy to help if you need --"

"No, no, you go and do your thing," she shushed and waved him away. "Girl has to do hers. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Ah, sure," he said, zipping up and throwing a shirt over his torso. "Thanks again, Lys," he added, the door closing behind him and locking itself automatically.

Alyssa let out another soft sigh. Still sitting on the bed, she cocked her head side to side while stretching her arms and shoulders. She found a few kinks here and there, nothing that a hot bath couldn't fix.

Yes, it was quite an eventful day, she thought. She was definitely getting used to this job.

***

Few days later, Alyssa had a chance to meet the new hire whom Brian had mentioned. Her name was Diya; she was a second-generation Indian immigrant. She was around Alyssa's age, with a bit more experience in the field and a master's degree to go with it.

The perky redhead had learned these facts from Diya herself. On her first day Jesse gave her the customary orientation tour, which included visiting Alyssa's office -- with forewarning to its resident, thankfully, and also just before Alyssa's lunch break. He was somewhat circumspect and understandably awkward when trying to explain what exactly was the girl's role within the engineering team.

"I simply keep the guys happy," she rescued him eventually. "My work makes everyone else work more smoothly, so to speak. Does that make sense?"

The new girl appeared somewhat confused still, but nodded. They then went outside and Jesse deftly made himself scarce, leaving the two women to chat and get to know each other a little more.

What Diya didn't tell her, and what she absolutely didn't need to, was that Brian had been totally right. The woman was indeed gorgeous. She had dark lustrous hair and delicate caramel skin, all perfectly matching her beautiful aquamarine eyes and the timid, almost furtive smile. She was only a touch shorter than Alyssa and perhaps more on the slender side, but there was no doubt that Diya's feminine charms were about as bountiful as Alyssa's own.

Jesse returned to pick her up a few minutes later and Alyssa went about the rest of her usual day.

"So, how's the new hire?" she asked Connor, giving him something to talk about while she swallowed his hard cock. It was now about a week with Diya on board, and Alyssa was strangely curious how their fresh new engineer had been doing.

"Oh?... Uhm, yeah, she's pretty good... I mean, she actually went through our stored procedures and optimized a bunch of them... ahh, this is nice... and... uh, I think she suggested to materialize some of the views to speed up the reporting queries. Seth is looking into it, but he already said it's probably worth it, which... ahh, yes... which in his case is basically high praise..."

"Huh, that thounth p'omithing," Alyssa mumbled around his cock, before attacking it with a little more zest.

He chuckled. "Yes, not bad at all... Oooh, and this... this is really not bad..."

A few minutes later he delivered a pretty sizeable load down her gulping throat. She noted the taste was quite a bit more pleasant than last week. It would seem that Connor actually took her very gentle suggestion to heart.

Later that day, Alyssa found that Blake's opinion on Diya mirrored Connor's. "She's cool," said the musclebound giant, then proceeded to fuck the squirming redhead to another breathtaking orgasm.

By the time she got to Aaron, Alyssa had a pretty consistent picture of the newbie's more than acceptable performance. She therefore skipped the topic during his session, opting to instead try and convince him -- for the sake of his innocent girlfriend -- that focusing on the man's frenulum during a blowjob was the epitome of naughty kinkiness.

Curiosity satisfied, Alyssa had largely forgotten about the subject of their new female developer. The guys would mention her sometimes, of course, practically always in a positive light; but overall, Diya's existence had pretty much no impact on Alyssa and her duties.

That was true until the woman herself appeared in her office.

***

Blake had been somewhat less rowdy that day. He only fucked Alyssa twice, and with quite an extended period of respite between her shuddering orgasms. He even justified it by mentioning he was having a 'deload week', whatever that meant. He mentioned this as he waved Alyssa goodbye, while she was starting to drag her naked and pleasantly sore body to the bathroom and under a hot shower.

When she came back, she was surprised to hear a knock on the door. She double-checked the calendar and found something utterly astonishing. The slot which was usually left empty, because it overlapped with the team's lunch time, had actually been booked today.

By Diya.

"Huh?" gasped the confused girl, pressing the button to unlock the door. "Come in?"

The woman walked in sheepishly, through just the narrowest of door angles that allowed her to slip by. She flashed Alyssa a nervous smile and her nose perked up, no doubt catching a whiff of the recent proceedings in spite of a wide-open window.

"Uhm, hi..."

"Hey there," said Alyssa, approaching to gently shake Diya's hand. The women exchanged smiles, which was followed by a brief moment of awkward silence.

"Uhm..."

Several more seconds passed.

"Anything, uh, that I can help you with?" Alyssa eventually asked, clearing her throat nervously. "I admit I didn't really expect you, well, here..."

Diya tiptoed in place, glancing between the slightly taller woman and the floor. "See, I just wanted to... to thank you..."

"Thank? Me?"

She nodded with conviction. "Yes. I... I sort of learned what it is that you're doing here," she quietly said. "I mean, what kind of, uh, satisfaction you are providing for the guys..."

Alyssa raised an eyebrow, feeling herself blush. "Well, yeah... I was actually wondering how much Jesse has told you," she said, as she carefully sat at the edge of her desk. "I haven't checked, but I don't suppose it's something he would add to the job postings."

A soft chuckle escaped Diya's full lips. "Right, obviously," she said, becoming visibly more relaxed. "It's definitely, uhm, quite unusual. That's why I wanted to come here and thank you..."

"Hmm? I'm not sure I understand..."

A slight blush now crept over her cheeks, coloring them in a light shade of purple. "It's just, uhm... I believe that you doing your work here is making my job much easier, and less stressful," she said, taking a breath. "I mean, this is easily the best company I've ever worked at! Everyone here is actually nice, and I don't have to deal with guys creeping at me, or making stupid comments, or just generally being unpleasant to be around in, you know, that way..."

Alyssa blinked several times, as she listened to her explanation, before it finally clicked what kind of creepy and stupid and unpleasant behavior the poor woman had in mind.

"You mean you're not getting harassed?"

"Yes!" she beamed. "It's great! All the guys are super polite, and I can feel they treat me like everyone else. It's much better than what I expected, all those stories about toxic startup culture and whatnot... Turns out it's actually better than in my old corp!"

A sympathetic chuckle escaped Alyssa lips. "And you think that I have something to do with this?"

"Well... yeah!" Diya admitted. "Isn't it obvious? The men here are much more pleasant to be around because they're not as, uh, you know -- pent up, or whatever... You are taking great care of them, and it shows!"

An amused laughter came from the other girl. "Okay, that's some very interesting theory you've got there, I give you that..."

"But I think it's true," Diya insisted. "That's why I wanted to personally thank you. It really means a lot to me."

"Alright, alright," Alyssa said with a coy smile. "I'm simply doing my job, that's it. But hey, it's great to hear that someone directly benefits from the fact that I'm an office sl--"

"No, no, I get it. It's not... It's not easy on you, right?" Diya's voice developed a concerned timbre. "You're kind of just like, uh, waiting for them to come in and do their stuff. Isn't that a bit... degrading?"

A quizzical huff came out of Alyssa mouth before she shook her head. "Actually, it has really grown on me."

"... It has?"

"With these guys? Totally." Well, mostly, Alyssa thought. "They are all super nice and... well, you know, it's actually kinda fun. Especially now, when I know what to do and what to expect from each one. And just to be clear, I'm not just waiting here for anyone to walk in, and..." She made a nondescript gesture with her hands. "There is a web app where you sign in, pick a time slot, upload STD test results, the whole shebang. It's all very professional."

"Yes, I saw it," Diya confirmed. "Used it, even. I really wanted to thank you in person."

"Again, you're welcome," Alyssa said, and in the ensuing silence a thought occurred to her. "Wait, that's a good point: you did book a half-hour appointment. So, what do we do with it?"

The dark-haired woman let out a gasp, her eyes growing slightly wider. "Huh? How do you mean?"

"I'm an Employee Satisfaction Specialist," Alyssa proclaimed, redirecting the mounting urge to laugh into an impish smirk. "I am therefore to provide you with said satisfaction, should you so desire..."

Diya let out a louder gasp. "But... I'm... I'm not sure if I even swing that way...?"

"Girl, this almost sounds like you're asking me," said the mischievous redhead. "And to this question, you gotta find the answer all by yourself."

The beautiful Indian girl paused for a moment, as if weighing her options. Alyssa found her hesitation both amusing and endearing. She didn't know why exactly she had pressed Diya to go and consider actually using her booked appointment. Habit, maybe? Or perhaps she was the one who was suddenly reevaluating that very same question?

Nah, not really, Alyssa thought; she already knew where she stood on the issue. Men were her main jam; still, if there was a pussy that needed licking, then the auburn-haired woman wasn't going to shy away from the task.

"Okay," said Diya at length, and very quietly.

Alyssa grinned. "Good. Any special wishes?"

"I... I don't know..."

She walked to the bed and turned around to sit on it. "Alright then, sit down here." She patted a spot next to her, then pulled a yoga mat from under the bed frame. "Since you came properly dressed, this should be nice and easy..."

"Properly dressed?"

"Just a skirt, no pantyhose," said Alyssa, still grinning. "And panties underneath, of course, but we'll get rid of that soon."

Diya gasped, again, but then she did as the bedroom specialist asked. Dropping the mat before her, the eager redhead knelt before her new friend and flipped her skirt before gently spreading her legs apart.

"A-are you really going to..."

She paused. "Unless you don't want me to?"

"No, I -- I mean yes, yes I do..."

"Perfect," said Alyssa, already fiddling with the hem of Diya's plain white panties. She found purchase and pulled them down slightly, signaling the nervous girl to raise her butt and let her drag them all the way down. The mocha-skinned woman complied, revealing to Alyssa's eyes the sight of her beautiful, clean-shaved pussy. "Oooh, yours is so cute!"

"You-you like it?"

"Nope, can't tell you just yet," she teased. But a moment later she dove in, only for an instant, to swipe her tongue over the other woman's glistening labia. "Mmm, yes..."

"Oh... Oh dear..."

"You're pretty wet. Seems like you really do need this, huh?"

Diya gave a moan of surprise and barely acknowledged delight when Alyssa leaned in once more and put her mouth to the brunette's dark caramel pussy lips.

She tasted the sweet and tangy musk, rolling her dexterous tongue around them, then brushed with its tip the delicate nub just above the girl's opening. A breathy moan came from above and Alyssa knew she was on the right track. She teased Diya's rapidly moistening folds and occasionally touched the swelling bud of her clit.

"Oooh... this is... I never had... anyone..."

She kept on licking around the creases, every now and again wedging a roll of her tongue into the very first inch of Diya's sweet pussy. The girl's moans became louder and more husky, interspersed with quick, jagged breaths that trailed into lustful gasps and whimpers. Alyssa could feel her smooth thighs beginning to shake, now that she was regularly visiting her wet box with her own hungry lips and tongue.

"Yes, oh god, yes!... Keep... keep doing that... "

With her mouth practically glued to Diya's dripping wet slit, the talented pussy licker was barely holding back now. She sucked in the copious moisture that coated every spot of her colleague's sensitive nethers. She was shoving more and more of her well-practiced tongue inside the quivering stem of Diya's fully open flower, scooping up and feasting on every drop of its sweet nectar.

Alyssa, too, was getting quite aroused herself. She was fighting the urge to slip several fingers under the hem of her own panties, to find with them her own dampness between her legs. But she could tell that the dusky beauty was close, and she didn't want to distract herself by stoking the embers that were lighting up within her.

"Ooooh!... Yes, yes, yes!... Oh my god, right there... This is --"

She was right. Diya soon cried out in the throes of an immense climax, as her whole body seized with the brutal force of a blissful orgasmic release. Moan after long moan left her straining throat, followed by more lurid sounds she was giving at the peak of her sensual pleasure.

She leaned back and fell on her elbows. Eventually these buckled, too, and she lay on her back and was reduced to breathy gasps and whimpers. Sticking to her trembling slit, the fiery vixen kept eating out the raven-haired woman, in and around her spasming pussy, until the throbbing quim calmed down a little and Diya started begging her to stop.

"Please..."

Satisfied with her work, Alyssa gave her mound one last kiss and got up from the floor. Standing over the cute colleague, she glanced between her heaving breasts and the lustrous halo of her long, black hair that was splayed on the mattress in every which way.

Alyssa watched Diya's disheveled form, a broad smile adorning her juice-coated mouth.

"So," she began, letting out a girlish giggle, "what do you think?"

"That... was... uh," Diya breathed out, "ah-amazing..."

Alyssa chuckled. "Well! Glad to be of service. I must say, I didn't expect I would be doing that, not here, not anytime soon," she said, grinning, as she took a seat on the chair by her desk. "A welcome change after all those, uh, you know..."

"Dicks," Diya blurted out, making both women laugh.

She took a minute or two to catch her breath, then went to the bathroom to make herself presentable; she got out a short time later, smiling awkwardly. She got a much less awkward smile from Alyssa, who sat in the same chair and fidgeted slightly, anticipating her next appointment.

"Again... Thank you, Lys."

"My pleasure," said Alyssa, adding another chuckle. "Well, yours too, clearly, but definitely mine."

Once Diya left, after both of them stopped laughing, the auburn-haired girl stretched in the chair and let out a soft sigh. She thought it was fun, and she absolutely wouldn't mind if Diya became a regular visitor from thereon out.

The only downside of their session was the heated up, palpably damp state of Alyssa's own pussy. While this shouldn't be a big problem in her line of work, she knew that the next guy on the agenda couldn't be counted on to take care of it properly.

"Crap, seems like I don't really have choice," she muttered, staring at the booked slot in her calendar. "Alright, Rick, this is your lucky day. Your appointment will include a free lesson in eating pussy!"

***

Over the next several weeks Diya did return to Alyssa's office, to take advantage of the outstanding service the girl could provide. It wasn't a frequent occurrence by any means; also, half the time her visit would consist solely of the two women, now friends, chatting and gossiping about the goings-on in the company or many of their shared interests.

Other times it would get more steamy, as Alyssa got to taste Diya's cinnamon pussy and finger her to many more orgasms. The gorgeous brunette once insisted on returning the favor, and Alyssa did relent, which mostly served to strengthen her conviction that she really preferred a nice and hard cock instead.

She would get plenty of that, of course, as the guys' visits continued as normal. Nothing particularly notable happened until one day, when she was about to close shop and got a knock on the door from someone she didn't expect.

"Jesse?"

"Sorry for intruding, but may I have a few minutes of your time?"

"Sure," she said, opening the door to let him in.

He took a seat on the other side of her desk. Reflexively he swept his gaze across the room, but then suddenly decided to fix it at some inexplicably interesting spot on the back of her computer screen. It might have had something to do with the creased and stained sheets, which poked out awkwardly in the midst of the hastily covered bed.

"I wanted to say how much I appreciate your work here," he started. "I have to admit I was skeptical, and I still feel quite awkward talking about it, but... Well, seems like Heather was right: it really does make a difference."

"That's great to hear," Alyssa said, giving him a kind smile. "I mean truly."

"It sure does. We are actually very close to launching an open beta, way ahead of schedule, because everyone has been doing such a great job with it," he continued, clearing his throat. "Of course, none of this would be possible were it not for, uhm..."

She couldn't resist a chuckle. "My exemplary service."

"Precisely." He laughed nervously. "And this is why I wanted to talk to you, Alyssa. Remember the conversation we had a few months ago, between you and me and Heather?"

"By that you mean my interview?" He nodded. "Of course."

"Alright, so... Here's some news that should be of interest to you," he said, and Alyssa perked up. "When we get out of closed beta and open signups to the public, we expect a deluge of feature requests of all kinds. There will be tons of new and exciting stuff to work on, frontend included, and we'd love to have you come onboard as an engineer. If you are still interested, that is..."

Her irises had been growing wider as he explained, and Alyssa was now looking at him with big, shimmering eyes. "Really? So, just like I wanted back then?"

"Correct. We would actually offer you increased compensation, too," he said, smiling briefly. "But it'd have to be roughly in line with that of other engineers, so I'm afraid it wouldn't be nearly as high as what you have right now..."

"Yes, I understand. It is a different line of work, after all..."

He nodded. "I'm glad you do. I'll make sure you get a detailed offer mailed to you by end of the day tomorrow. You could start basically at any time, or you can think about it and explore your options if you wish..."

"I see. Thank you, Jesse," she said, smiling. "I'll let you know as soon as possible."

"Thanks," he replied. "That's it then, I won't take any more of your time."

After he left, Alyssa sat in her chair for a good long while. She didn't quite know what to think about Jesse's proposal.

Would she be willing to take up the job she wanted in the first place, all those months ago? The prospect filled her with both excitement and trepidation.

Software engineering was something she'd always enjoyed, especially working with other talented and passionate people. Alyssa had no doubts that people on this team had both of those traits in abundance. And yet, at the same time, she wasn't entirely sure how she would feel working with them -- trying to solve the challenging, technical problems that lay ahead of this unique company.

So far, the problems she'd been solving for the team had been of an entirely different nature.

"Damn, Jesse," she spoke to the lingering afterimage under her closed lids. "You put me in a real pickle, you know that?"

But of course there was no answer, and Alyssa sighed heavily.

She would have to think about it. Really hard. Much to her surprise, she realized that the choice didn't seem obvious to her at all. A few months ago she would've jumped at the opportunity: if successful, it had the potential to propel her tech career to some truly dizzying heights.

Now, however, she found herself facing an actual dilemma. However she tried to square it, there was just no denying that, to her, the supposedly crystal-clear decision didn't feel like that in the slightest.

She let out another sigh. Yes, she knew it -- and it was about time she stopped pretending that she didn't. The busty redhead should finally muster the courage to admit this, to herself of all people, and stop hiding behind petty excuses. She should acknowledge the one simple truth that she had learned about herself over those last few months.

Alyssa Brewster simply loved being the office slut.