Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07

"Were you just shouting something to me?" He asked, alluding to my groans. "Did sound like moaning or something."

He had heard me! I was on the brink of getting busted! I had to come up with some excuse.

"Oh!" I replied trying to act nonchalantly. "That was nothing. I burnt my tongue on the hot coffee. That's all."

"Yeah, I know what you mean!" Stephen agreed. "The coffee's always scalding when it comes out of this machine."

Standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that my face was flushed in the darkest shades of red. I had a banana stuffed up my pussy for dear sakes!

My co-worker mustered me while waiting for the coffee. All the time, I clenched my pussy as hard as I could to keep the fruit from falling to the floor. Could you believe how he would react if he saw a banana slipping out from under my skirt?

Stephen didn't notice my awkward posture, however. Instead his eyes roamed from my tacky, chola-style hoop earrings to my flashy silver bangles and my clunky, sparkling French nails.

He raised an eyebrow when noticing my change in style but didn't say a word. It wasn't hard to guess his thoughts, though. He was probably assuming that I was panicking about being a thirty-something single and dolling myself up like a desperate cougar on the hunt to bag a man. What an embarrassing idea!

"Miss Addams, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have to hurry. Your meeting is starting soon." D-Rod saved me from this dangerous situation.

"Sorry Stephen, gotta rush!" I used the chance to excuse myself.

The consultant simply nodded and turned his attention to the coffee machine. Following D-Rod, I walked out of the office kitchen although you couldn't really call it walking. With the banana up my cunt, I was rather staggering with crooked legs. My heart was pounding in overdrive. With every step, I feared the banana to slip out and fall down. It felt so ridiculous walking down the hallway and up the staircase all bowlegged.

At least, I didn't run into any other subordinate until I reached the second floor. All the while, my pussy enjoyed getting stretched so much that the walk up the stairs turned out difficult. With every step, my snatch got wetter. Slowly, it made me lose my grip on the fruit.

THUMB

The moment I reached the second floor, it happened! My pussy got too wet, and I lost my grip. The banana slipped out and fell to the floor.

"Fuuuck!" I gasped in desperation.

Even though I quickly bent down to grab the banana, it was too late. The same instant, O'Bannon stepped out of his office.

Nooo! This couldn't be happening!

Seeing my boss, I quickly straightened up and left the banana on the ground. In my bent position, my shiny leather skirt had risen up. I couldn't risk my boss peeking up my skirt and seeing my unclad pussy. The banana glistened suspiciously, but I didn't dare picking it up till O'Bannon had passed me.

"Everything OK?" The CEO asked when stepping up to me.

"Oh yes, sir!" I hastily replied. "I just dropped my breakfast."

"Let me help you with that." O'Bannon offered, seemingly oblivious to my sexy outfit and flushed face.

Before I had a chance to decline, he bent down and grabbed the banana. He was touching the skin covered in pussy juice! He must have noticed the stickiness! Yet, he didn't let it show, simply handing me the fruit and continuing his way down. It would have been the most shameful thing ever if he had figured it out!

More importantly, though, I was safe for the moment! Letting out a deep breath of relief, I continued my way to my office with the banana in my hand. I only prayed that my boss hadn't noticed the unusual condition of the fruit, or at least, that he wouldn't think about it any further.

I had completely forgotten that D-Rod had followed me upstairs. But here he was standing in my office with his trademark smirk plastered all over his face.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" He remarked.

Before I could say no, he stepped next to me and pushed his hand under my skirt. He roughly grabbed my pussy, feeling its moistness.

"Seems like you enjoyed it too, fuckdoll! Your cunt's leaking like a sieve." He stated, holding his wet, glistening fingers in front of my face. "Now, be a good pet 'n lick your juices off the banana."

Being too excited for any kind of discussion, I simply complied and pushed the banana up to my mouth. After running my tongue up and down all four sides, I slid it through my lips and sucked the fruit like a lollipop for a good five minutes.

This sexual act was enough to make my clit tingle maddeningly. I was needier and more desperate than ever before. The dice dare, however, was far from being over...

The following hour, I was like a cat on hot bricks. Any second, I expected an e-mail to pop up. My motivation to roll the die and meet the challenge was at an all time high. I longed to prove my worth to D-Rod.

For more than an hour, though, I didn't receive any e-mails with attachments. Still, I was staring at my mail program more than doing actual work. Eventually, I received a document with new calculations for our current project from one of my subordinates. The time had come.

*Time for a new dare.* I sent a message to D-Rod.

*Finally!* My intern quickly replied. *Started thinkin u were cheatin on me. Get ur slut ass down here n bring the die."

The Latin thug wasn't about to come up to my office. He wanted me to come down to the interns' office and cast the die under the eyes of all the other interns! That was so much more degrading! And so much more dangerous!

Still, I didn't hesitate and immediately walked out of my office with the die in my hand. I strolled into the interns' office trying to look confident despite the lump in my throat. All the interns had seen my outfit anyways so there wasn't much sense in trying to hide it anymore.

Only D-Rod and Taylor were around in the office. The black Football jock was the shiest guy of the bunch. He didn't even dare leering at me like the others usually did when I entered the office. This was a good start to the dare!

After strolling over to the Latino's cube, I started casting the die and rolled a 5 first. I stared at the die in disbelief. So much for a challenge! I had to fulfill the dare in Ortega's office! I had to walk into my rival's office and perform the lewd act in there!

Almost in a haze, I rolled the die two more times. It was a 3 and a 2. I had to rub my clit four times on some sort of object. Whatever it was, it would be hell to do in Ortega's office. The one place I had hoped to avoid.

Fear took over but never let me doubt my determination. Tottering out of the room, though, I didn't walk to Ortega's office. I had to be smart about fulfilling this dare. I had to be careful. So I got back to my office while leaving the door open. This way, I had a direct look at Ortega's office located opposite of mine.

Almost half an hour passed before my rival left his office. I didn't know for how long he would be gone but I had to take this chance. Another opportunity wouldn't come along.

With wobbly legs, I scurried over to Ortega's office, opened the door, and slipped inside.

Woah! This was so exciting!

Taking a quick breath, I looked around the room. I had to find something to rub my clit. I felt my nub tingling with anticipation from the sheer thought of getting touched. But what could I use?

Ortega's office was quite tidy. He didn't have much stuff flying around his desk. I couldn't simply use another pen anyways. That would be a total cop-out. D-Rod would be disappointed with my lack of lewdness!

I had to find something new, something special. But what? I was losing time! Any moment, Ortega could be back. There was nothing useful on his desk. I had to find something else.

Turning a pirouette, my eyes landed on the door. I was getting desperate. Anything was fine with me by now.

On my high-heeled leather boots, I tottered back to the door. Turning around, I bent down and reached back to hike my black leather skirt up. Then I grabbed my wet pussy lips with both hands. Holding my outer labia between my long-nailed index fingers and thumps, I spread my twat open. Bending down even lower, I pushed my hips back.

"Uuuhhh!"

I let out a sigh when I felt the cold brass doorknob pressing against my sensitive pussy. But I didn't ease off. I firmly pushed my twat against the round knob while moving onto my tiptoes. I slid my pussy upwards over the doorknob until I felt the cold metal against my precious little clit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out.

An electric jolt exploded in my loins when my clit finally got touched. It felt so good. All the need for relief was back with full force. At the very moment, I was disappointed that I had only cast a 2. I could only rub my clit four times on the doorknob.

This was totally insane, wasn't it? I was standing in my rival's office bent over on tiptoes with my hands behind my ass holding my pussy open. I was in an extremely vulnerable position! Still, I didn't care about the dangers for the moment. All I cared about was the arousal that held me in its tight grip.

"Ooommm!... Mmm!... Mmm!... Mmm!"

I tried to stifle my groans but couldn't help it. Several muffled moans escaped my lips. The four times were over so soon. After the last one, I could feel an orgasm building up. I was getting close to the edge. My body needed release! I needed release!

I couldn't stop! I simply couldn't stop although my mind told me to! The number had been too low! Instead, I continued rubbing my clit on the doorknob. A fifth time, a sixth time.

I was edging!

I felt a push on the door. It was getting opened! I got shoved forward!

The unexpected push made me stumble, and I tumbled towards the ground face first! The last second, I caught myself with a hand on the ground keeping myself steady on my legs. The door was half-open and my skirt was still hiked up around my hips! Panic gripped me. Frantically, I pulled the skirt down.

Just in time before Ortega walked into the office. I faced him with crimson cheeks. He hadn't seen my naked ass, had he? Obviously not, as he looked at me completely startled. He hadn't expected anyone in his office. How could he anyways?

"What... what's happening here, Miss Addams?" He asked taken aback.

"What's the matter? What are you doing in my office?" He reiterated, his voice getting sharper.

Ortega had never tried to hide his dislike of me and he definitely didn't like me snooping around his office. He was probably thinking I was trying to gather some intel, I could use against him.

"I.. I.. I was looking for some info on an old project of yours." I stuttered.

I was really getting good at these bullshit excuses.

"I need it urgently. You weren't there. So I looked for it on my own. Just want that folder and I'm out, OK!" I added forcing my voice to sound steadier.

I wasn't taking any shit from this asshole. I was smarter. I was bringing in better projects. I was making more profit. I deserved to become the company's next CEO! No matter how I dressed at work!

Before we got into any kind of heated argument, I grabbed some random folder and rushed out of Ortega's office. The little dispute had stifled my excitement for good. But I had fulfilled D-Rod's task. I had performed the second dice dare.

When it was way past lunch, I was still on tenterhooks. Almost giddy with lust, I hoped for each new e-mail to have an attachment. Over the next hours, however, there was none. It was getting late.

BEEP

The sound announced a new e-mail. It had a document attached, which almost made me jump off my office chair. Was it nervousness or was it excitement? I couldn't tell any longer. It was all blending into a single, overwhelming feeling of need.

Once again, I sent a message to D-Rod and grabbed the die to head to the interns' office. This time, all interns were present. This wasn't good!

Matt and Justin instantly stopped working when I entered the office. In marked contrast to Taylor, they extensively ogled my body. Damnit! I was tempted to sway my hips for them while walking over to D-Rod's cube.

Trying to act as inconspicuously as possible, I asked the young Latino about his progress on his newest assignment. Meanwhile, I rolled the die three times. It was a 2, a 5, and a 4. I had to fulfill the dare in the interns' office with all interns present! I had to push some object up my tight, little asshole! And I had to do it eight times!

I threw an uneasy look at D-Rod. Did he really want me to fulfill the dare with the other interns around? That wasn't a challenge anymore. It was close to impossible!

I almost played with the thought of giving them some random errands to get them out of the office. D-Rod's stern nod, however, quashed my hopes. I had to perform right away!

My nervousness was at an all-time high but my excitement wasn't far behind. I could barely stand still, trembling like a leaf from anticipation. I couldn't feel any naughtier by far.

At least, the three interns were sitting on the other side of the room. As long as they remained seated, they could only see my face. The rest of my body was hidden behind the cube wall. How big were the chances of that happening, though?

With my heart in my mouth, I looked for some object that might work. There weren't any useable objects on D-Rod's desk. I could hardly use the computer mouse, right?

Walking over to the unoccupied cubes on the hunt for a suitable object, I found them just as empty as D-Rod's. Only a few folders, keyboard, and mouse flying around on the desks. Finally, my eyes fell onto a penholder. A pen would work perfectly! The trouble was, however, that it stood on Taylor's desk.

"Taylor, could you please give me a pen?" I asked the black Football jock while flashing a big smile. "I need to take some notes."

Without hesitation, he grabbed a pen. But it wasn't a ball pen, it was a sharpie! Its shaft was a lot thicker than the one of an ordinary pen. I really wasn't getting away with this dare easily, was I?

Thanking Taylor, I grabbed the sharpie and strode back to D-Rod's cube. By now, I felt all boy's eyes glued to my ass.

"You ran off all the copies?" I addressed D-Rod, inconspicuously getting back to his assignment.

"Yeah, I got that covered." The young Latino played along keeping his role as intern.

He did so only in the dialogue, though. While talking, he pushed his hand underneath my skirt and started kneading my ass cheeks. I couldn't slap his hand away without attracting attention. I could only be thankful that my ass was hidden behind the cube walls.

"Oh...!" I gasped out when I felt D-Rod's hand on my bare ass.

I immediately tried to muffle my panting but it was too late. Everybody's attention was on me.

"Oh...! You did a great job!" I tried to shuffle out of this risky situation.

I could feel the danger rising. Any second, we could get exposed. It was such an indecent situation, the powerful manager letting an intern grab her ass! No way, we would get away with it!

I had to finish this dare as quickly as possible. So I reached back and pushed the sharpie between my ass cheeks. D-Rod slapped my hand away, though. Instead, he indicated me to hand the pen over to him.

Hesitantly, I gave him the sharpie. Without saying a word, D-Rod held the sharpie in front of me. It was bewildering that I knew exactly what the macho thug intended by a simple gesture. He didn't even need any words to make me do what he wanted.

The Latino held the sharpie inches above the desktop. Bending down, I brought my head on a level with the pen and opened my mouth. I was about to suck on a sharpie with all interns present! What a dirty slut!

Knowing that the pen was about to go up my ass, I had to get it nice and wet. After all, I couldn't take anything up my butt without lube. With a shudder running down my spine, I finally pushed my lips over the sharpie and started sucking on it. I really worked hard on the pen gathering lots of spit in my mouth to get it all slick. I gave the sharpie one heck of a sloppy blowjob.

D-Rod let me slide my lips up and down the pen eight times before he pushed it away. Exactly the number I had cast. I wished he had given me more time to get it ready. But at least, it was glistening wetly by now.

The arrogant macho still didn't hand the sharpie over to me. Instead, he reached out and held it behind my butt. Once again, I instantly realized his intention. Bending further down, I pressed my titties onto the desk and hiked my black leather skirt up, baring my naked ass. Then I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, presenting my ass crack and tight puckered asshole.

What a vulnerable position! Although I was fully aware that any intern could see my naked ass and submissive posture if he stood up, I didn't hesitate!

D-Rod started running the sharpie up and down my ass crack, making me shake and shudder. He was getting close to my delicate pussy and oversensitized clit. The throbbing in my cunt made me skip from one foot to the other while my ass started spinning in circles.

Then I felt the pen on my puckered asshole. D-Rod pressed the hard tip against my tight anal ring. Although trying my best, I was so tied up in knots I couldn't relax. The Latin thug didn't relent, though. I feared I was about to start grunting from the strain any second. That would definitely stir the interns' attention!

I clenched my teeth while the young Latino wriggled the sharpie up my bunghole. It felt like ages until it was inside. Even though it was only the tip that got tightly gripped by my sphincter, D-Rod stopped. He let me stay in my submissive position bent over the desk with my freshly manicured hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and a sharpie sticking out of my butthole like an obscene tail.

Grabbing the sharpie with my right hand, I tried to proceed with the dare. But D-Rod slapped my hand away. Once again, he didn't let me use the pen myself.

There was nothing else for me to do than staying in my submissive posture and waiting for my man's next move. My heart was beating faster by the second. I couldn't remain in this position forever! Eventually, one of the interns would stand up. Somebody was about to see me like this!

I began wriggling my ass in an attempt to seduce D-Rod. I tried to entice him to fuck my butthole with the damned pen. He didn't react, though.

It took me some time to realize his intent. He wanted me to fuck myself without using my hands! He wanted me to impale my ass on the sharpie!

Thrusting my bubble butt backwards, I felt the tip bumping against D-Rod's hand. I continued pushing backwards while I felt the pen sliding up my poop chute. I didn't stop until I felt the cap pressing against my sensitive anal ring.

I clenched and unclenched my ass cheeks while keeping my delicate hands spreading my buns apart to give D-Rod a show. He watched my buttocks tensing and relaxing while tightly gripping the sharpie.

WHACK

With a loud clapping sound, he landed a slap on my butt! I held my breath. The guys must have heard the noise!

"Everything OK over there?" Justin's question instantly confirmed my worries.

He had heard it! The business student was about to come over to check if everything was fine! I had to get out of this submissive position! I rose from my bent over posture but immediately felt D-Rod's hand on my back firmly keeping my in position. He didn't let me move.

"Yeah, everything's fine!" He told Justin instead. "Miss Addams just dropped the sharpie, you know."

For a moment, everything was silent. No one said a word. I almost heard my heart pounding in my chest. Obviously, the interns were thinking about D-Rod's reply. The slap had sounded like anything but a pen hitting the ground. I prayed for them to buy the lie.