I Should have Taken a Personal Day

The chat text slowly spills out across my monitor. People watching me, watching my cam show, while I show myself and my sex to them. For tips I will rub my nub, stroke and poke my g-spot for my show. They tip me to pleasure myself, and verbally slobber all over themselves to get my attention.

TexasLonghorn types out, "JellyBean, I love you. When can I lick yer bean?" I laugh and show him my O face while I squirt for the audience.

I type out my response after I finish my squirting. JellyBean text reads, "LOL, buy one of my glossies from my website and you can lick it all you want, TL."

12InchRod types, "TL, you cheapskate. Pay for a private show and you can lick your monitor for an hour!"

I type my JellyBean text, "Be nice 12. Don't be abusive or I'll ban you from chat."

TL adds, "Ain't no thang JellyBean, 12 knows I helped you reach your goals tonight."

"Yes you did," I type, "And thank you so much TL. And you too 12, I know you tipped big tonight too. Thanks to all my tippers tonight! I hope you all enjoyed the show!"

A new name and also one of my favorite mods just join chat session then. I've made around 200 in tips tonight and I was thinking about calling it a night, but I hadn't seen LadyLicker around in a while. The auto-responder added welcome text messages to LadyLicker and JackTheRipped. I added a sidebar chat for LadyLicker. I wanted to talk to her, but Jack immediately tipped for a private show.

I typed, "Okay Jack, hold on, I'll start your private show in a minute."

Jack typed, "No problemo JB. You can tell the other nice folks good bye."

LadyLicker added in the sidebar, "Do you want me to hang around to mod the private? Or come back in an hour?"

To LadyLicker I typed, "Yeah, hang around, I've not seen Jack before."

To everybody else I typed, "Okay folks, thanks tons for all your support. I'm going to give a private show to Jack now and call it a night after that, so look for me another night please? Love you all to pieces... and I mean that literally, my piece loves you all to the point of squirting! LOL! Bye all!"

Half the audience won't respond in chat. Mostly just the regulars and big tippers, and only half of them actually say bye in chat, which is okay since I don't really expect much from the watchers and lurkers. I also don't really have any idea who most of the tippers are anyway. They give me tips and I give them a show, and most of them seem fine with the arrangement.

I open up the private show for JackTheRipped, and type, "Hi Jack! What do you want to see me do tonight?"

He types back, "Thanks for private JellyBean, or should I say, Jessa Bell?"

In the mod sidebar, Lady types, "Say the word JB and I'll bounce this fucker and make it look like his browser disconnected."

I don't respond to her. I've worked shows with her before and she knows my real name and where I live, so I'm not worried that she'll find that info out, but Jack is a different matter. Still, I'm not sure where this will go yet, but I think I have ways to protect myself if he turns out to be a really nasty stalker type.

I put on an exasperation expression for the camera and type, "UR pushing your luck Jack. U tipped for private show, U want a show or U wanna be all stalkery and creepy? Do I know you personally?"

Jack sends back, "U don't know me... but I know U. I want a different kind of show."

I open up voice chat, "How different? You know me? You know I do all sorts of things for fucks and fun... You want anal show? You want DP, Triple? You want fisting show? What?"

Jack doesn't respond vocally, just types, "U know July 14th?"

"I know it smart ass... National Nude day... what about it?"

"I want U 2 work nude. I've got cams where U work, I want 2 C U nude at work... all day."

LadyLicker sends in sidebar, "WTF? WT Actual F!!!!! Don't do it! Let me bounce this guy!"

"There aren't any cams at work," I scoff, "You're blowing smoke up my butt!"

A link appears in the chat. "Watch stream cap if U don't believe. I had them installed."

I open the link in a browser, share the video with Lady in chat, and sure enough I'm looking at a video stream capture of my office and I'm in the video sitting at my desk working my keyboard. The outfit I'm wearing in the stream is from a couple of days ago.

LadyLicker sends an adamant message, "Call the fucking police JB! I'm getting scared for you."

Unfortunately, I start seeing dollar signs floating before my eyes. I know... that's not actually possible to see them, but the memory of the smell of cash... that's what I am smelling right now.

My friend with benefits... I call him Trouble, is egging me on to do the very thing that Jack is suggesting. Trouble wants a chance to fuck me in the ass. He always wants to fuck me in the ass! The problem is that I love being fucked in the ass. I am after all, as well as being a nymphomaniac, also a butt slut.

Ignoring LadyLicker, I say, "That will cost you some serious bucks Jack, serious bucks."

I wait and watch the screen for a reply. In the interim, I start tweaking my nipples until the are rock hard again. I moan, and start breathing heavily. I'm selling this the best I can. I want to do it, but I decide I'm not going to do it for free. Jack is going to have to fork over enough to make it worth my while.

"5000 dollars."

I laugh, "Not enough!"

LadyLicker sends, "UR fucking crazy!"

I turn on my Hitachi wand and start playing it over my pussy. I adjust the camera angle to focus on my pussy so that Jack can see the vibrations rippling my labia. I gasp and pant. It's turning me on. This whole conversation is turning me on. I was wet already from the earlier show, but my cunt starts dripping again.

The liquid splashes on the Hitachi's head vibrating on high as it nestles in between my cunt lips, shoves my clitoral hood prominently forward. My hood and labia are a blur in the video, and they are humming as I approach my peak.

"Okay... 10k dollars."

"You want to see me fucked at work? Don't be cheap Jack! It must have cost you a bit of money to get my info... install the cams... Make it worth my while fucker!"

"Okay, 20k."

I cum and I squirt at the camera. As I catch my breath, "More! I want 25k, nothing less Jack. And you need to prove you can pay me."

"Fuck. Fuck you Jessa."

I grin at the camera, "Put your money where your mouth is buster, or you won't get Jack."

I wait, expecting that Jack will leave the private show. But he doesn't disconnect, though he hasn't responded in the affirmative yet. I begin to wonder if I've pushed too hard. I'm not desperate for money, I make plenty without doing crazy stuff, and yet I would love to have that extra buffer in my bank account.

LadyLicker sends a text then, "I think you out crazied him JB... I can't wait to do another show with you! You make me so horny!"

I wait to respond to Lady. I don't want to let Jack know that there is a witness to his proposal, to this hair brained bargain. She knows me well enough to understand that I wouldn't send her a response until I was sure it wouldn't be seen. This is supposed to be a private show after all, and if I ruin the atmosphere by responding to her, I take a chance on my standing with the platform.

Jack finally responds, "OK. I'm setting up an escrow account for the amount of 25k. But you better make it worth the money Jessa. I want you to cum in front of your co-workers at least once, or the deal is off and you won't get anything. Understand?"

A smile lit up my face. I beamed at the camera. "Show me the account data, and once I verify it, we'll consider it a deal."

"Sending now..."

Once I receive the info, I check the Escrow account, and I'm able to see the amount waiting for release upon the agreed terms being completed.

"Okay Jack, you got it. I'll go to work nude for a day, specifically July 14th, and I'll cum at least once in front of my co-workers. You'll have proof that I've done so through the cameras at my employer and you'll release the funds to me, right?"

"Yes."

"If you fuck me over pal, you understand I'll blacklist your ID, and if I see you again I'll block you so fast your head will spin. Are we in agreement?"

"Yes."

LadyLicker's sidebar showed her text, "OMG, U are actually going through with it? SMH, wish I had your balls."

Jack disconnected, so I opened voice chat with Lady, "Wish me luck sexy! I'll also be wearing a go pro, so I'll get a POV stream for you. His cams are probably blue tooth. I'll see if I can catch the stream from them as well."

She replied, "Holy fuck you're so hot. I want to jump your bones! I can't wait to watch your video."

"Me either... next time you're in town Lady, come do a show where you fuck me with a strap on! Between your fans and mine, it'll be a blast."

"Seriously JB, you be careful. That Jack is full on creepy stalker if you ask me. Be careful he doesn't show up and murder you."

"I'll be safe, but thanks for being a witness. You got a screen cap? I'll see that you get a cut after he releases the funds. I've got to come up with a plan how to pull this off."

"You think you'll get fired?"

"I suppose it's possible, but I can't pass up a challenge like this... or the pay day. Anyway, I'm the best DBA in the county, they'd regret firing me and hire me back within a week. Whatcha been up to lately? I haven't seen you in a hot minute!"

"Oh, you know... just job hunting. Cam shows can't pay all the bills you know."

"You got that right girlfriend. If you need any help, let me know. I can throw a tip your way as well as your cut for modding tonight."

"Aww, you're sweet Jessa, but I'll be alright. Anyway, I gotta go. I have an interview in the morning."

"Good luck then, Lacey. If you ever wanna relocate, I got connections for ya."

"Atlanta? In a pigs eye brat. Talk at ya later!"

Lacey exits chat and I shut down my toys and my studio. Checking my phone, making sure the latest blue tooth sniffer app is updated, I dress and drive to the office. There are only three days until National Nude Day, so it's imperative that I find a way to steal or copy the signal Jack's using to capture the stream.

The first place I look is outside the window of my office on the second floor and there is a device attached near the top corner. If memory serves me, there was a window cleaning early last week. That must be when the device was placed. Who really pays much attention to what the window cleaners are doing out there, right?

There is a blue tooth device showing up on the sniffer app, "Gotcha." I pull out my blue tooth router hub and pair it to the device. My go pro has already been paired with the router, so I'll just place my router on my desk tomorrow and that will be good to go.

A security guard exits the building and walks over to where I'm standing. With the flashlight shining at me it's difficult to see which one it is. I hope it's Donnie. He's a sweet heart and easy to talk to, a taller older gent with close cropped white hair.

But it's not Donnie shining the light my way. I can't see much of his body or face, but I can tell he's balding when the parking lot lights reflect off his scalp.

"What are you doing Jessa?"

"Oh, it's you Randall. I was looking for an earring that I lost. I'm retracing all my steps and thought maybe it got lost on my way out of the building. Shine that light over here, okay?"

"This couldn't have waited until daylight?"

"Well, it was really nagging me you know? I guess that's what I get for using earrings in my nipple piercings. Since they aren't specifically for my nipples, I can't tell when they fall out."

Randall sounds like he choked on his own saliva. I grin when I see the bulge in his trousers growing. "Are you trying to get me in trouble Jessa? Don't say things like that to me. I'm going back in. Don't stay out here too long, okay?"

"Sure thing Randall... and next time you see me, remind me to use regular nipple studs."

"Shut up, Jessa." he said as he walked back to the front door.

It would be fun to one day get Randall so horned up he forgets to object to me pulling his pants down and giving him a righteous hand or blow job. I'd love to see his O face, just to be able to say that I broke him and made him cum. His neck is too stiff. I think I'll add that to my bucket list.

Anyway, back to the task at hand... Maybe I will get the ITSec department to help me with this. Jack is probably not piggybacking of the company WAN. Oh Shit! That's it! He's set up a blue tooth WAN. I had wondered how he planned to sneak the stream out past the firewalled company network, but he's probably got a satellite receiver connected to the BT WAN.

The window cleaners probably left it on the roof, and I don't feel like stumbling around in the dark on the roof, so that will just have to wait for a while. If I can grab the stream for myself, that means I'll have a way to monetize the show even if Jack stiffs me on the payday. And since my sniffer app has the one device, any other devices should be found once I set up my router to pair with Jack's blue tooth LPWAN.

This is going to be fun. I'm going to get to celebrate National Nude Day at work this year! Something I never thought would happen, and Jack just dropped that in my lap. I'm feeling wet just thinking about it. If he's expecting me to be all embarrassed about it, he's going to be in for a disappointing event.

There are a couple of days left to take to work any particular toy I want to use for the show. July 14th is a Monday this year, so tomorrow I can bring the toys to work. It's not frequent, but also not unusual for me to go to the office on a Saturday. I think Jack will not be monitoring the cams tomorrow, so that's when I'll get set up.

The sybian is rather bulky, so that is out even though it would be nice to have, but maybe another day. The Hitachi wand is a definite... as well as a couple of hand held devices. I contemplate the Lovense devices and decide that IT would have a fit over those being connected over the web. Ah well.

There will be time to think about the options a bit more once I get home. Before leaving, I spend a moment fishing out some hoop earrings from my purse while walking back toward my car. Part way there, I kneel down and spend a moment putting them through my nipples. It only seems fitting to return to the front door and say bye to Randall.

Before my knuckles have even rapped once on the glass door, Randall is speaking over the intercom, "What now Jessa?"

"I just wanted to let you know I've found my earring, see?" I raise the front of my sundress and press my nipples against the cool glass of the door and leave a lipstick print from my lips as a token.

"Damn woman! Now I've got to erase footage from the security monitoring. Get out of here!"

I chuckle going back to my car. More likely, Randall will just take the tape home since I did give him a full frontal nude show. I wonder if he'll successfully hide it from his wife. Anyway, tomorrow when I come in and place storage devices to get a stream for myself, the bag of toys will be left in my desk.

I shouldn't have teased Randall that way though, because my cunt is now dripping so much I need to rub one out before I can drive back home. Well that and the thought of coming in to the office fully nude on Monday morning. There will be no way around it, I'll have to walk in nude.

Most of the security team know I'm a tease at the very least. A couple of them had been my lovers. I would definitely fuck Donnie if he let me, so it seems unlikely that any of them will stop me on the way in.

My boss? I think he suspects I'm hyper-sexual but I don't believe he will ever act on it. He's too professional. I'm reasonably certain he expects the same professionalism from me. But for a girl in the habit of rubbing one out in the ladies room? I'm not quiet when I cum; the best I can manage is to stay dressed for most of the time that I spend in the office.

The problem is, Jack is providing a major incentive for fucking up on the one day of the year I normally take a personal day off. So instead of PTO for National Nude Day, I'm going to walk in to my workplace and rub my snatch in public until I cum. If I'm lucky, I'll get to have more than one orgasm in the office Monday.

If I'm still employed the day after? So much the better. If not? Well, I'll just have to hop back on the sybian, hitch my tits up and do my best to find another job. But like I told LadyLicker, Lacey... at worst, my employer will probably hire me back after they deem I've been punished sufficiently. Without pay, of course.

You laugh, but I know where all the bodies are buried. My employer can't afford to let me go.

Half way home I stop the car, because for some reason, I have difficulty steering correctly during an orgasm. And now the seat of my car is wet, and I'm losing count of all the orgasms I've had because of July 14th.

National Nude Day, or as I call it, National Gooner Day. It's one day of the year that guarantees a professional masturbator like me is worn out by the end of the day. And that reminds me that I need to hydrate when I get back home.

It is approximately a quarter before 6 a. m. when I park in my assigned spot in the employee parking lot at Crosslink I. I. L. It's probably a couple of hours sooner than most of the employees arrive, but the less commotion caused on the way in means it will be longer before it is discovered that I am fully nude in the office today.

Mind you, I don't mind being nude, in fact that is my preferred state of dress, or undress as some friends like to call it. Unfortunately, some people get persnickety about it when I walk about in my altogether... like the police. So the fewer people that see me walk into the office nude, the more time I get to spend enjoying my freedom.

If fortune favors... I might even get to have sex before the police barge in and haul my ass off to lock up. I've even brought a prepackaged bowl of salad should I make it to lunch time in my birthday suit. I put my keys into my purse and the lanyard with my ID badge around my neck. My hand lingers near my slit. It's so tempting to rub one out here in the parking lot, but with effort I resist temptation.

In the twilight as I walk across the parking lot, I see my favorite security guard is at the desk inside the front door. Donnie is in for a treat this morning. My nipples are rock hard in anticipation. My sex is screaming for attention as I walk.

My badge is swiped across the card reader and the door sounds the release of the magnetic seal. The door eases open with my pull and the cool air within the office billows out across my naked flesh and causes goose bumps. I didn't think it was possible, but my nipples got even harder, so hard they ache.

Donnie looks up as the door opens and I pad through the lobby past the security desk. "Miss Bell," he begins.

"Good morning Donnie. How's my favorite stud? When are you going to let me have my wicked way with you honey?"

"Well aren't you just a sight for sore eyes darling. You know... the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I'm afraid my ticker would give out on ya, and I just couldn't bear to let you down sweetie."

"Okay babe, but whenever you're ready for that last ride... keep me in mind. I'd be happy to send you to the other side with a smile on your face!" I'm lying of course. I'd be heartbroken if he passed away while I was fucking him. I'd rather have a chance at a second ride, but the banter is what I cherish.

"You better hurry along darling, the boss might call the coppers on ya."

"Nah, he knows better Donnie. He'd never get another fuck if he did."

Donnie chuckled, "Okay, have a nice day," and he returned his attention to whatever he was watching on the monitors behind the desk.

The wait for the elevator was short, probably because the car was already on the ground floor. A part of my mind wondered if it would be possible to actually climax on the short ride to the second floor. Maybe, if I was already at the edge when entering and perhaps delaying pushing the button for the second floor while I stroked my blood engorged nub fiercely before the button was pushed.

Eh, not worth the effort though. And besides, the cubicles on the floor are most likely empty so there isn't actually anyone to witness my coming as the elevator door opened. But it might be spank bank material for later when I do a show or fantasize in the office when I jill off later this morning.

And the temptations all across the second floor abound as I make my way to my office. There are so many people that I would enjoy leaving a whiff of my sexual excitement in their general vicinity. I feel my cunt screaming for attention again. I so want to squirt here and there around the cubicles so that people can smell my excitement upon entering the floor.

Luckily for me, I'm one of the few leads in the department that has my own office. Sometimes I wonder if it is because I have the reputation of being a hyper-sexual. Actually, it is more than reputation, because I really am a hyper-sexual. On the whole, I can't imagine that my frequent masturbation in the ladies room is not a topic of discussion for the office gossips.

But by the same token, I'm able to perform my duties and get exceeds expectations ratings on my annual reviews despite my almost regular gooning trips to the restroom. This year might be different given that I'm about to masturbate in front of my boss, but I'm willing to take my chances.

He might give me a bad review for it. I imagine how that meeting will go, with me arguing that I shouldn't have gotten a substandard performance review because I actually achieved an orgasm while he was watching. His response would be, "No, because you got my shirt and pants wet and my wife divorced me."

It's not like it will become an annual occurrence. Well, don't laugh, it's not the plan here. I manage to make it all the way to my office without stopping to shove my fingers in my cunt though. It was a near thing though. I turn on my work station and start fingering myself as it boots up.

Bringing up Outlook to check my schedule for the day, it looks like there are no meetings on the calendar. I create one for my boss, set the meeting space as my office for 10 a. m. and give it the subject of Leveraging BI Data Mining and send it.

My boss, Phil Gallagher, is the Director of IT and he's been talking up Data Mining for months, so I'm betting he won't pass up this meeting. I'll just have to make sure I'm close to climax before the meeting. I want to come in front of Phil, so the timing is key.

Him being married and having resisted my advances before, I don't think he will hang around long to watch me spanking my pussy in a business meeting. Ideally, my orgasm will be peaking when he opens the door to my office.

I'll be walking a fine line, because if he hears a rumor that I'm nude in the office, he might not show up for the meeting. So that means I will need to keep the office closed most of the morning, long enough to prove to Jack that I'm working nude, and short enough to keep people from wondering why my office door is closed so long.

Jack didn't specify that I had to be out in the cubicle farm rubbing my snatch all day long, just that I had to come to work nude. He better still pay me, that's all I'm going to say about it. Of course, I did happen to agree to cumming in front of my coworkers as least once... so that means at some time before the end of day, I'm going to have to leave my office and masturbate in the open.

My fuck buddy, Trouble, is salivating at that, the bastard. I feel his leering grin over my shoulder already. Yeah mister, you'll have satisfaction today. If the police show up to haul me off to lock up, you may even have your chance to fuck me in the ass you pervert. Anyway, so far I don't regret my choice to not use the butt plug yet.

But now the time is still just before people normally start showing up at the office, so I quickly walk about the cubicles and finger my pussy here and there so that my pheromones permeate the atmosphere.

If worse comes to worse, maybe there will be a couple of horn-dog coworkers that will roger me over my desk before the end of the day. I already feel my vagina aching to be filled. It's going to be a long day while I'm horned up to the max, wanting to get fucked by anybody.

It's unusual to have any trouble attracting a willing sex partner, but this might be the first time that I will be so keyed up and ready for fucking that I'll cross the line of jumping somebody's bone when he can't help getting hard because I'm naked. Do you think that might lead to sexual harassment charges pending?

I scamper back to my office when the elevator indicator shows that the car heads for the first floor. Returning to my office, I start work with my office door closed while the rest of the workers that normally occupy the second floor trickle in to start their duties.

The first hour, everything is mostly copacetic. I'm sort of able to concentrate on the project that is coming due in a couple of weeks. But my nipples are in a constant state of arousal. The bars are cold and hard and my blood engorged nipples are pinched by the ends of the studs. Kind of like just short of having clamps on them.

When my arms move as I type on the keyboard, my breasts are jostled and the bars through my nipples are a constant reminder that I am desperate for somebody to pinch or suck or lick them. And for a while I am able to abide that when the liquid seeping from between my labia puddles and pools and squelches as I squirm. My mind is constantly cognizant of me being recorded by Jack today.

When the top of the hour rolls around I can't help myself any longer. I turn so that my legs are spread open for the camera aimed into my office and I have to start pinching my breast and rubbing my pussy for relief. As I squirm and look up at it thinking about how people will be able to gaze upon my office antics.

The biggest problem with my current display is that I don't have any audience but the camera illicitly attached outside of my office. I'm supposed to have a live audience for part of the recording, but I need to pace myself in order to uphold my end of the bargain with Jack and get paid for working nude in the office today.

When I finally come, a full 12 minutes have scrolled by. My meeting with my boss is 48 minutes away. I think I can wait long enough to get ready for cumming when he walks through my office door. I've just taken the edge off of my arousal, but I feel it building up again. Carefully I pick myself up off my knees and crawl back into my chair.

Even as sexually fulfilling as this days appears it will end up being, I realize that it's not something that I can do every year. I've barely been here for just a couple of hours and I'm already feeling like I want to hump everybody on the second floor. So maybe wearing the nipple and clitoris bars in my piercings was the wrong way to start off the day.

All my erogenous zones are hyper-sensitive now. The 15 minute reminder for my 10 a. m. meeting with my boss pops up on my workstation screen. A part of me hopes he is in a good mood. Another part of me hopes I can talk him into fucking me.

A teeny tiny adult part of my brain is now screaming at me that I should cut my losses and pull the plug on the whole agreement. But that bitch is lost in the cacophony of endorphins egging me on to a screaming orgasmic finale. I almost feel sorry for her.

I move my chair to the side of my desk. I tilt it back so that I'm on full display to both my office door and also the intrusive illicitly place camera outside my office window. My sex is almost running on automatic at this point. My left hand cups and strokes and caresses, pinches and rolls my nipples between thumb and forefingers until I'm panting and moaning.

Timing is everything though. In order to successfully fulfill my bargain with that bastard that talked me into this, I need to deny myself for just a few moments longer. I whimper in frustration. My cunt wants to cum already. My core is clenching and flexing... vagina and anus gaping rhythmically, aching for stimulus.

At 2 minutes to 10, I start stroking my labial folds furiously, flicking and pinching my nub. The sudden sensation causes me to gasp. I'm certain that I can be heard out on the floor, but I'm past the point of caring. "Oh fuck, hurry up boss," I moan, "Ah. Uff. Oh shit... somebody come fuck me silly already! Damn!"

There is a knock at my office door. I pant, momentarily, then yell, "Enter!"

The door opens... to my mind, almost too slowly, but inexorably it opens and Phil's square shaped face framed in blonde hair and beard is in the gap between the door and frame. In slow motion his chocolate brown eyes expand as they settle upon my gaping sex while I'm jamming my g-spot with two fingers.

His attention is like lightning playing across my naked sex, shocking me with electric jolts. Drawing exquisite pain/pleasure traceries around my labia while my vagina spasms around my fingers, and my anus flexes and clenches begging him to come stick something hard and long in it.

"OH! God, yes! FUCK ME!" I scream and squirt as my body convulses on top of my office chair.

He doesn't say a word, but I can see the disappointment in his face. It's evident in the final narrowing of his eyes and the way his lips turn into a crease across his face. I know I've let him down, but my body doesn't care. She just wants to bask in the afterglow of cumming. Slowly my breathing returns to normal. Once my mind returns; the brain begins to wonder if I've ruined the relationship with my boss.

Heh... I've got nobody to blame for this. I could have told that bastard Jack no, I could have. I probably should have, but hell no, I didn't. So I deserve whatever comes my way from this. My eternally leering, goading fuck buddy Trouble is lining up his dick with my anus. I can feel it pressing at my clenched hole trying to squeeze past that protesting anal ring.

But a few minutes pass where nothing happens. It's confusing. Well, I suppose it takes time for whatever chain of events I've unfortunately set into motion to come to fruition. Now that my limbs are no longer shaking from the adrenaline, I move my chair back behind the desk. Unlocking my work station... okay, so yeah, my password still unlocks my work station for the moment.

I open up the meeting invite that I've just royally screwed, and reschedule it. Now, there is an added apology included in the body of the email to Phil. In it I mention how I screwed up the meeting and I want to make amends. Then my index finger, still sticky from my cum, clicks the mouse button to send the meeting update.

The worst part is, I'm starting to feel my arousal building again. Shit, this is going to be a long day. I wonder if I can still collect on that money from Jack if I take off early. He's probably going to be a hard ass about it, so that means I need to stick around as long as possible.

A few minutes later, there is another knock at my door. I look up and start to call out to enter, but the door is already opening. Annette the Office Admin slips in quickly and closes the door behind her. She moves to sit in the chair at the side of my desk. I take in the sight of her. She's slightly over-weight, maybe by 30 pounds, but still shapely.

Today she's wearing her usual outfit. It's what you might call a vintage tea dress in sage green. It covers her knees, and it frames her hourglass figure admirably. Her salt and pepper hair is curled almost Marilyn Monroe style around her bespectacled face. I've liked her for a long time.

Her gaze is on my quarter sized pebbled nipples for a moment until she drags her focus to my eyes. Her breath is thready and her nose is twitching as if she's trying to avoid breathing the pheromones too deeply. She swallows, clears her throat and starts off, "Jessa... Um..." and pauses.

"Come on Annette, out with it. Unless you enjoy sitting there smelling my sex."

Her eyes blink a couple of times. Perhaps she is enjoying it, but regardless, Annette continues, "Well, Phil thinks you might be having a breakdown. He asked me to tell you to get dressed and he'll forget about what happened. Phil was really agitated. What did you do?"

"I squirted at him. And now that I'm thinking about it again, I really need to do this." I lean back in my office chair and start rubbing myself again as her eyes grow wide.

"Jessa... Jessa... can't you stop for a moment and shit, you're really making this difficult."

"I really need to cum again, sorry Annette. Unless you want to help... ah... um... I'm so fucking horny... ah... just got to..."

Annette drops to her knees and swings my chair around far enough until I am expose to her and mouth which soon dives toward my pussy. Her nose nuzzles aside my finger and her tongue starts lashing my engorged hood. My pelvis thrusts forward and my fingers pull my labia apart so that she can access my inner folds more easily. "Yes. Fuck yes. Oh that is good, oh dear, keep going."

Annette moans into my vagina and the vibrations are thrilling. I pull my knees up to my chest and she grabs my hips. My hips rock and thrust as her tongue digs in, nose pressing up into my clitoral hood. I whimper my need, my pleasure. Her mouth and tongue are sending chills and thrills deep into my core.

"AH! AH! YES! YES! Now bite my... THERE, YEAH! FUCK!" I wanted to warn her I was about to cum in her face, but those were the only words that seemed to come out of my mouth before I did. My juices soon covered her face and neck and the entire front of her outfit.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry Jessa, I don't know what came over me," Annette panted just before she lowered her face between my legs again and lapped at the excess.

"I'm not sorry. But if you keep that up, I'm going to grab your head and hold you there until I cum again."

"Shit. Shit... okay," as she backed away with lust still in her eyes. "Maybe if you'll agree to put some clothes on?"

"Can't do that, I've got no clothes here today."

"What? Why?"

"Well, don't know if you heard about it or not, but it's National Nude Day, and I didn't wear anything in to the office today."

"Oh... I did not make that connection. Yeah, I've heard of it. But now I can't leave your office, every one will see and know... God, I'm screwed... So screwed..."

I try soothing her, but I'm almost certain anybody in the cubicles closest to my office door most likely heard me screaming as I was cumming, "Annette, calm down, it's okay. You don't need to be so worried." Even as the words exit my mouth, I'm also worried that she is screwed.

"That's easy for you to say. You didn't just walk in here and go all slut brained like I did. I mean you were already slut brained, but now I'm affected!"

"Okay slut-brain, I can think of precisely one way out of this for you."

Annette has a look on her face like she wants to be offended that I just called her slut-brain and it's warring with a look of relief. I wait for a moment to see which side wins the battle. I grin when I see that she's leaning my way.

"Stand up. Right here. Come on," I coax her, "That's it. Now move over here behind my desk and start taking your clothes off."

Annette's head jerks around and she stairs at me uncomprehendingly.

"You're about to join me in solidarity on National Nude Day darling. Come on let's get this cum soaked dress off of you cause I'm about to return the favor," and a puzzled look is no defense against my shit-eating grin, "Don't give me that look, just take your dress off."

Slowly, tentatively, Annette begins to comply with my commanding tone. Perhaps deep in her heart, Annette is a closeted submissive waiting to be told what to do. She's hesitant to do my bidding, but she's accustomed to the director's take charge demeanor, and that's what she's experiencing from me now.

With the tea dress unbuttoned, I slide it down off her shoulders until it falls and pools around her ankles. With an expert twist of my fingers her bra is unfastened and falls down in front of her accompanied by a sudden intake of her breath.

"Loose the slip. That's it. Now, drop those sexy underpants to the floor," and suddenly Annette contemplates balking at the instructions, and I goad her psyche, "Phil's probably expecting to hear back from you soon, isn't he. It's now or never slut-brain."

"You aren't gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"No fucking way," I say as I sweep her underpants to the floor as she gasps. "Okay now sweetie. I'm about to free you to be what you always wanted to be."

"Huh?"

"Hands on my desk. Now!"

"Right..." Annette pants, "Solidarity?"

"Yep," I say as my fingers curl past her perineum and stroke her folds. Annette goes rigid, almost like she's afraid to experience the pleasure that I'm stroking into her sex. My left hand grasps a nipple and lightly pinches and pulls and kneads until that nipple is hard and beckoning.

Her breathing quickens as she gasps. Her hips begin rolling and undulate beneath my hands, slightly at first, but gradually increasing as she slowly melts into my administrations of her sex.

Annette squeaks, and tries to articulate a thought, "Um. Ah. Dut."

"Concentrate on breathing slut-brain," I suggest. She rewards me with a moan and her sex parts to my fingers. I stroke her inner folds and explore her vagina as she squirms.

Kneeling behind her so that I can knead her ass cheeks while manipulating her love canal, Annette's breathing is heavy now. It's easy to tell she is approaching the peak of her sexual excitement. I'm working to draw that orgasm from her; wanting to make her scream and cum on my fingers. It seems she's not far from it, so I throw every last effort into giving that climax birth.

Annette tries to squirm away, but I won't let her go, even as she pleads, "Oh God... I feel like I have to pee... let me go, oh, oh, huh, huh, oh please please, stop, please..."

When her legs start quivering, and her back arches, I lean into it and don't give up, "Just let go with it slut-brain, just cum, it doesn't matter if you need to pee, just let the cum go first, cum for me, cum for me slut-brain, fuck my fingers and cum for me!" I stick my thumb in her ass for extra sensation.

Annette screams, "OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! AH, AH, AH!" and she gushes as she cums, her legs shaking and quaking and barely able to hold her up as she cums. I taste her cum as it washes out and down my arm. Eventually the flow stops.

As my fingers withdraw from her slit, her knees buckle and Annette sinks down, whimpering, gasping, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry I peed on you."

"You didn't pee slut-brain, you squirted for me," I giggled. "Damn girl, that was a good squirt too! That makes me want to keep fucking you, but I'm thirsty now and I need to pee. Shit, I'll bet you could use a water too."

I crawl over to my office mini-fridge and grab a couple of bottles of water. I twist the top off one bottle and hold it out to Annette. She's looking kind of wobbly and weak still. With a crooked grin on her face and a shake of her head Annette takes it from me and starts with small sips, "Thanks".

"I'll bet most of the floor are out to lunch now. Let's make a quick trip to the ladies room."

"Like this?" Annette quails.

"Own it girl. You just have to walk out of this room like you're still wearing your dress and everybody else is crackers for thinking you have no clothes on. And don't show any fear," I stand and offer a hand up from the floor, "Ready?"

"Not sure."

"Well, I'm not going to let you piss in my office, so get up. I'll go first, you just follow my lead. Up!"

It takes me a few moments to cajole and drag Annette to her feet, but I tow her to my office door. Pulling it open wide, I strut out onto the floor pulling her along to the ladies' restroom. The time of day was a tad earlier than my estimation. Less than half the occupants had actually gone on lunch break.

Still, I kind of have a reputation that I find important to maintain. Yeah, it might be a somewhat sleazy rep. Okay, let's just go ahead and say that nobody in the office at the moment seems the least bit surprised that I'm walking naked through the cubicle farm smelling like a brothel.

Unfortunately it's poor Annette that's suffering in my wake, blushing from head to toe, withering under the leering looks of at least half the males and the blistering glares of many of the other women. I stare as many of them down as I catch. The prudes should all be ashamed of themselves in my book. The lecherous should also be ashamed that I'm not the center of their attention.

I'm fuming by the time we enter the restroom. "The fucking nerve of those people!" I grate as I slam open the stall door and sit on the toilet.

I piss and wipe in a hurry and pace the restroom floor after washing, while I wait for Annette to finish. When the stall door unlatches I push it open immediately and Annette stands wide-eyed in shock before me.

"Did you see the looks they were giving you? The nerve of those perverts! They haven't looked like that at me for ages..." I begin, and then realize how devastating it must be for Annette that I'm about to berate her for being the center of attention. I close my eyes, breathe deeply and center myself.

A few breaths and moments later, a bit more calmly, I say, "I'm sorry Annette. I... I got jealous of the looks you were getting from them. Please forgive me?"

Annette gulps, her eyes on the verge of brimming with water, "You're... you were jealous of me?" she squeaks. She gulps again, I surmise that she might be trying to grasp the connotations of what I just admitted to her.

Softly I say again, "I'm sorry Annette. It's true. I'm an attention whore, and I was getting jealous of the attention you were getting on the way to the ladies'. Please, forgive me?"

Annette gazes into my eyes, searching. A part of me wonders if she is trying to gauge the veracity of my words. I truly meant what I was saying to her. I know I have short-comings. Just like everybody else. I like to think I'm not a cruel person, though undoubtedly there are probably people who view me that way.

Tears well in Annette's eyes and her lips tremble. Oh God, I've struck a nerve that I didn't mean to strike. Waterworks in the ladies' room make me all kinds of uncomfortable. Fuck me. This is suddenly much more personal than I ever intended to be. It's too late to retract what I said though. I can barely deal with my own emotions, much less the emotions anybody else might have and share with me.

"Really? You mean that? You're jealous of me?"

I sigh with the realization that I've stepped in it now, best to rip the band-aid off straight-away, "Well, d'uh, slut-brain. The guys out there were suddenly wanting to fuck you instead of me. I can't handle that very well. So... just deal with it, okay?"

Suddenly Annette's arms drag me into her bosom, and ordinarily while I like being embraced by a buxom bosom, this time it's replete with touchy feely meaning that's inescapable. So here I am now standing awkwardly in a totally nude non-sexual embrace in the doorway of a bathroom stall. It's absolutely a cringe moment, but I bear it as best I can.

"You don't know how much this means to me Jessa!" Annette exclaims. It's true, I don't know how much it means to her, but she continues, "I've always been intimidated by you. You're always so confident, so self-assured, so... so..."

"Fuckable?" I venture. Okay, so my insecurity shows it's ugly head when I'm vulnerable like this.

Annette scoffs, "Stop! Okay, well yes, but that's not what I mean! You always seemed so unapproachable. Like you're covered in Teflon. But it's like all of a sudden, you're human!"

"Okay, stop right there! I'm a pretty fucked up individual, you know that right?"

"Jessa! Stop it! Quit trying to push me away now. I like you anyway! Let's just grab a cup of coffee sometime and be friendly, okay?"

"Um, I don't drink coffee..."

"Okay, tea, martini, whatever! Just... let me be a friend, please?"

"You'll regret it Annette."

"I don't think so, but I'm willing to find out."

For one of the few times of my life I'm at a loss for words. She's deflected most of my protestations that I normally rely on to keep people at arm's length. The only thing I can think of in response is, "Probably ought to get back to my office now."

Annette smiles, "Yeah... probably. Come on... side by side this time?"

I sigh and shake my head, retrieve my bravado from hiding and pull the door open wide with a flourish. Out onto the floor we walk back to my office, side by side, arm in arm. A few more people have departed for their lunch break, though there are still several that appear to be attentive at our shenanigans.

As the two of us draw near to my office door, we stop to watch as Lenore ceremoniously removes every stitch of clothing from her body while standing just outside the threshold. With a wry grin, she stoops to gather her attire in her arms and steps through the door to my office, "Solidarity girls, eh?"

Lenore is a darkly tanned older woman with a wiry figure, gray hair both on top and in her pubic area. Her breasts, smaller nipples wrinkled but growing firmer, are not as firm or perky as they might once have been, but never the less, she is an attractive grandmother.

"Our numbers grow, Jessa."

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," I add.

Annette and I follow Lenore through and the three of us stop to behold the sight in my office. Celia is undressed, and undulating and moaning atop a pair of legs while in one of my visitor's chairs.

Celia hasn't worked here too very long. She's in her early twenties with Raven colored hair sporting blue and pink streaks. What catches my eye is her waxed pelvic area tattooed to look like she's wearing crotch-less underwear. Her puffy pussy lips are engulfing and sliding up and down on an unknown male member beneath her as she bounces in his lap.

"Celia!" I snap.

"I'm stuck," Celia moaned, "I followed Tom in to find out why he was taking off all his clothes. Then I stumbled and landed on his dick. I've been trying to get off ever since."

"Hah!" I scoff, "Unless you're willing to share that cock you have stuffed in your snatch with the rest of us, stop fucking him now."

Celia groans, grabs Tom's balls bearing down on the shaft with a grunt. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens slackly. His huffing can be heard, followed softly by, "Ah! Ah! Mm!"

Gingerly, Celia lifts herself from the semi-rigid cock, sex juices dribble down the shaft. It's a magnificent cock too. I stare lustily at it, and salivate. It would be wonderful having that rod stuffed into this girl's own cunt. My slit gets wet as thinking about riding that cock blossoms in my brain.

If Tom, owner of that cock, hangs around my office much longer, I'm definitely going to jump on him, or maybe stumble onto his dick like Celia did, whatever.

I look around the room at my coworkers, all of them offering their solidarity to whatever cause they believe is motivating my stunt. My office is not big enough for many more naked people without turning into a full blown orgy. The smell of sex in this ordinary small office makes it seem highly likely.

To sidetrack my baser instinct toward starting any other sexual romp in my office, I clear my throat to ask if everybody is aware that today is National Nude Day. But Annette interrupts, "Hey guys, Jessa gave me a squirting orgasm. I'll bet she can do that for any woman in this room."

Okay, who am I trying to kid anyway... the whole day, National Nude Day, is practically a set up for luring the majority of able bodied into non-stop sex fests. For your average hyper-sexual like myself, it's an excuse to indulge in our natural proclivity to fuck. Anything and everything. Fuck and fuck and fuck until we drop.

Hence my reason for taking National Nude Day as a personal day off annually. Because I know that I will invariably fuck somebody or something until I pass out by the end of the day.

But I digress. Annette, bless her heart, is offering my services as a fuck teacher of sorts. And I guess I could object. I could, even though my heart wouldn't be in it, because I have to admit yet again that I like to fuck. Okay? There I'll say it... I like to fuck, no ifs, ands, or buts... well, I especially like butt fucking.

Celia blurts, "Me first!" I can tell that a queue is about to form, of people that want me to teach them how to squirt when the door opens and another naked person walks in. Well, obviously the guys don't need to be taught how to squirt since that comes naturally to them, but I can teach them how to get their female partners to squirt. But I quail at the thought of having to teach a multitude the rest of the day.

"Annette... Annette..."

She turns to me and winks, saying, "I know, I'm just getting names and personal email addresses. I'll help you sort them out if you want. Just maybe one demo this afternoon?"