Working the Cubicles Ch. 01

Stu saddled up behind her and Rachel felt his hot breathe caress her ear and she shivered as a result. She noticed his breathing grow heavier as his seemingly sizeable erection bumped and grew against her ass as he pressed against her from behind. Both of his hands had slithered around over her body and under her shirt - caressing her breasts, tracing over her stomach and touching her in ways she had not been touched in far too long. Rachel closed her eyes and whimpered as this happened - waves of fear and uncertainty and disgust coursing through her while sparks of pleasure and lust followed the wandering hands and fingers as they played over her body and dipped  progressively lower over her stomach - teasingly advancing and retreating from her skirt line. She tried to shift away - to create some distance between them - but was pinned between Stu and the heavy conference table.

Rachel's last desperate defense was to try in a lackluster fashion to pull Stu's hands away as they finally slipped under the waistband of her skirt and then her underwear - she gasped as it happened and desperately tried to grab his hand - primarily out of reflex and habit. Stu's response was to aggressively grab her wrist with one of his hands and control the other by pinning it to her body with his surprisingly powerful arm as his other hand moved unimpeded towards the cleft of her legs.

Time seemed to slow as her new boss's fingers travelled over her neatly trimmed pubic section, taking a moment to caress and rub it and causing bolts of sensation to run through her. Two of his fingers distinctly separated from the rest - she trembled violently then at the sensation - and travelled lower as he gently rubbed Rachel's labia and around her clit - causing her body to involuntarily buck at the bolt of sensation it caused - she gasped even as her brow furrowed in consternation. He somehow managed to strike a seemingly perfect balance between rough and gentle, soft and hard as he continued to rub her counter-clockwise in exactly the right way.

She could feel herself responding, despite herself.

"Jesus!" she whimpered as she felt her unwanted orgasm growing deep inside her.

"Stop" she said, as the purely animal lust began to burn. She tried to move her arms again but it was clear that there was no way to free herself. What was worse was that it felt like what strength she did have had completely abandoned her.

Scumbag body; deadlift car to save endangered baby - fail to prevent unwanted employer fingerbanging.

Rachel couldn't help but give a desperate giggle as the absurd thought occurred to her - though it sounded more like a sob.

"Shhh", her boss panted in her ear as she tried to struggle. In response Stu began increasing the speed at which he was rubbing her until her body began involuntarily twitching back towards his crotch - arching against it again and again. He pressed himself against her ass and that's how they carried on for another minute - both of them panting and gasping and struggling in the empty conference room.

Despite herself - despite trying to hold back the dam of sensation; despite trying to will herself to stop experiencing - cold turkey, full-stop - the pleasure being forced upon her - Rachel came.

She came hard.

Her body shuddered violently as the dam cracked and burst and her hands and feet clenched involuntarily as waves of built-up energy pulsed through her body. The muscles of her abdomen twitched uncontrollably as her damned boss continued to rub her at the same agonizingly enjoyable rhythm. Wetness flooded her netheregions and lubricated his fingers, making the orgasm even more intense. The pulsing orgasm riding through her body and mind was starting to take up a distinctly sharp edge and was becoming painful.

Finally, thankfully, he stopped and withdrew his hands.

Rachel collapsed onto the table - completely drained as her body continued to be wracked with aftershocks. A minute passed before she collected herself. When she did - she finally noticed Stu standing behind her, unbuckling his belt. A bolt of terror ran through her at her vulnerable and precarious position.

'Not like this', a strangely accented voice from the past came to mind.

'Not like this'

There was no laughter this time, however, at the strange alleyways her mind seem to wander down during emergencies - only horror at what was coming.

"No - you can't", she said - desperately as she tried to raise herself up.

Stu pushed her back down over the table with ease. The sound of his zipper seemed strangely loud in the empty room.

"We have an agreement, so-" said Stu, somewhat harshly.

The handle of the conference door jiggled in a familiar fashion as Don opened the door - then he was standing in the doorway but facing backwards - talking towards somebody out of sight and sounded like he was just wrapping up a conversation. Stu cursed silently as he flew into motion - deftly zipping up his pants and re-buckling his belt as he motioned her to sit down in the chair she had recently vacated and he moved around the large conference table to sit across from her - all in the space of the few seconds.

Rachel had been hoping somebody would come to help her - and now that her call had been answered and somebody had arrived and she couldn't help but feel like a guilty accomplice. Both Stu and Rachel were busy trying to smooth their clothes and she couldn't help but notice Stu lift his hips up and dip his hands into his pants to adjust himself.

Ew. She gave him a disgusted look and he grinned at her in response.

For her part - Rachel busied herself smoothing her clothes and adjusted her distinctly soggy underwear. Dear lord, this was embarrassing. She was still a little sweaty but the trembles that had coursed through her body had been blasted away by the ridiculous jolt of adrenaline that the jiggling of that damn doorknob had provided.

The training video continued playing unnoticed in the background as Stu assumed his usual bored expression.

For her part - Rachel just looked down at the conference table.

Don closed the door and entered the room with a stack of papers.

"So," he said, cheerfully "how's everything going in here?"