The fluorescent lights of the office cast an eerie glow on the beige walls as Peggy, the freshly minted secretary, hovered awkwardly by the photocopier, her eyes darting around the room. Her heart fluttered like a caged butterfly as the whispers grew louder, a symphony of hushed giggles that seemed to echo in the stark silence of the otherwise empty office. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that clung to her skin like a second layer of clothing. The clock above the water cooler ticked away the seconds with a rhythm that felt more like a drumroll, each beat louder than the last. It was her first week and she was already the subject of the office’s covert conversations.
Her curiosity piqued, Peggy couldn’t help but overhear snippets of the whispers that painted her as the latest acquisition to an elite and mysterious club. She felt a thrill run down her spine as the words “the boss’s special club” floated over the cubicle walls, the allure of the unknown sending a delicious shiver through her body. The whispers grew bolder, and before she knew it, three of the most attractive and popular women in the office had approached her, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous excitement that was infectious.
They were Rachel, the seductive office manager with a penchant for four-inch heels and pencil skirts that left nothing to the imagination, Samantha, the sultry IT girl who could make any computer screen flicker with just a glance, and Lucy, the enigmatic HR director with a smile that could charm the pants off of anyone, quite literally. They beckoned her with a knowing smile and a gentle touch on the arm, guiding her away from the prying eyes of her coworkers and into the dimly lit conference room, the door clicking shut with the finality of a tomb.
Once inside, Rachel spoke in a hushed yet commanding tone, her red lips curving into a smile that held a hint of something darker. “Peggy,” she began, “we’ve noticed how eager you are to fit in around here. And we think you have what it takes to join our little… gathering.” Samantha’s hand trailed down her chest, her fingers playing with the neckline of her blouse, hinting at the secrets that lay beneath. Lucy leaned in, her breath hot on Peggy’s ear as she whispered, “The boss has his eye on you, and we’re here to show you the ropes.”
The tension in the room was palpable as Rachel took the lead, her eyes smoldering with an intensity that made Peggy’s knees wobble. “You see, we all take turns,” she purred, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. “We make sure he’s… satisfied.” Samantha’s hand slithered down to her own zipper, her eyes never leaving Peggy’s as she revealed her lacy lingerie. “And in return, we get… certain privileges.” Lucy’s hand slid up Peggy’s thigh, her fingertips grazing the fabric of her panties, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. “But first,” Rachel said, her voice a velvet caress, “you need to learn the art of pleasing.”
The three women moved closer, their bodies a siren’s song of curves and scents that intoxicated Peggy. Rachel’s hand found its way to Peggy’s neck, her thumb tracing lazy circles that sent shivers down her spine. “Open your mouth,” she instructed, and Peggy complied, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. Rachel produced a dildo from her desk drawer, a lifelike replica of their boss’s formidable member, and placed it delicately on her tongue. “Just like this,” she whispered, her own mouth moving in a silent demonstration of the act. “Take it all in, and make sure you don’t miss a beat.”
Samantha stepped in, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Peggy’s blouse. “And when it comes to us,” she said, her voice a sultry purr, “we like to share.” Her hand found a breast, cupping it gently, her thumb flicking the nipple until it stiffened. “You’ll need to be generous.” Lucy knelt behind her, her breath hot on the back of Peggy’s neck, her hands unhooking her skirt. “And we expect you to be a quick learner.” Rachel took the dildo from her mouth, her own eyes hooded with desire. “Let’s see what you can do.”
The lesson began with Rachel’s tutelage, her hand guiding Peggy’s on the dildo as she explained the importance of pressure and rhythm. The room grew hotter, the air heavy with the scent of arousal, as the other two began to undress. Lucy’s mouth found Rachel’s neck, her teeth grazing the skin as Rachel’s hand moved down to guide Peggy’s hand to her own wetness. “Like this,” Rachel breathed, her voice strained, “but remember, the boss is the star of the show.” Samantha joined them on the floor, her skirt hiked up to reveal her own glistening sex. “We’re just the opening act.”
The practice session grew more intense as the women grew more turned on. Rachel’s hand slid between Peggy’s legs, her fingers delving into the wet heat that awaited her. “You’re doing well,” she murmured, her eyes locked on Peggy’s. “But can you handle the real thing?” The question hung in the air, a challenge that seemed to resonate deep within her core. The room was a whirlwind of soft moans and slick sounds as the women demonstrated their skills, their bodies moving in a dance of seduction and submission.
The moment of truth came when Rachel looked at her watch and announced, “It’s time.” The boss was expected any minute. Lucy stood, her cheeks flushed, and bent Peggy over the conference table. Rachel held her in place, her hand firm on the small of her back, while Samantha knelt before her, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Remember,” Rachel instructed, her voice thick with her own desire, “you’re here to please.” With a final nod of encouragement, Samantha’s mouth descended, her tongue parting Peggy’s folds as Rachel whispered, “And we’ll be watching.”
The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the quiet room, and in strode the boss, his eyes immediately drawn to the display before him. The room went still, the only sound the steady beat of their racing hearts and the wet, hungry noises of Samantha’s ministrations. Rachel offered the dildo to Peggy, her eyes never leaving the boss’s face. “Show us what you’ve learned.”
Peggy took the dildo in her hand, her mouth suddenly dry. She felt the weight of their expectations, the thrill of the forbidden, and the heat of the boss’s gaze as he approached them. Rachel stepped aside, allowing him to take her place, and suddenly, the dildo was replaced with the real thing, hot and heavy in her grip. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and took a deep breath before sinking to her knees. The boss’s hand found her hair, guiding her closer to his groin, and she parted her lips, her heart racing.
The first taste was surprisingly salty, and she had to fight the urge to gag. But Rachel’s hand on the back of her neck was firm, pushing her down, and she felt the boss’s cock twitch in response to her tentative licks. He was bigger than the dildo, much bigger, and the smell of him was overwhelming, a mix of cologne and something else, something primal that made her stomach flip. She took a deep breath and focused on Rachel’s earlier instructions, her mouth moving faster now, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him fully into her mouth.
