The Sales Team

Samantha and her sales team had successfully closed a monumental deal that promised great wealth for the partners of their firm. As the mastermind behind the achievement, Samantha was eagerly anticipating her own substantial bonus, but before then she was planning to celebrate with her team in a grand fashion. With the company credit card in hand and permission to indulge, she planned an evening of extravagance.

Her team, comprised of twenty individuals, mostly men, with three women, including Jenny from accounts, eagerly joined Samantha for a lavish dinner and drinks to mark the completion of the deal. The atmosphere quickly grew spirited as the evening progressed, fueled by the flowing alcohol. One by one, team members bid their farewells and made their way home, gradually reducing the group's size.

Although the restaurant was preparing to close, Samantha's desire to continue the revelry burned fiercely within her. Determined to extend the celebration, she proposed taking the remaining seven men and Jenny from accounts to a lap dancing bar she presumed would still be open. Surprisingly, even Jenny, known for her prim and proper demeanor, agreed to join the outing.

Upon arrival, it became apparent that the lap dancing bar was not the most upscale establishment. However, Samantha remained unfazed, generously purchasing champagne for her remaining team and leaving extravagant tips for the dancers and staff. To maintain their energy levels, Samantha produced a small bag of white powder, offering it to her colleagues as a means of keeping the night alive and energy levels high.

Samantha went on to arrange private dances for her male colleagues in discreet rooms, with each of them returning from their individual experiences praising the beauty, talent, and open-mindedness of the dancers. Samantha's curiosity was ignited and with inhibitions dampened by alcohol and buoyed by the triumph of the day, she decided to indulge herself and purchased a private dance in one of the cramped rooms.

As Samantha entered the room, she was immediately engulfed by the intoxicating aroma of the dancer's perfume, which seductively hung in the air. The warmth radiating from the dancer's body further intensified the allure of the moment, drawing Samantha deeper into the enchanting ambiance. Mesmerized by the dance's eroticism, captivated by the dancer's striking beauty and driven by a surge of excitement and admiration, Samantha eagerly lavished tips upon the dancer, their monetary value acting as a catalyst for an increasingly sensual and intimate performance.

Each additional tip seemed to fuel the dancer's desire to push the boundaries further, igniting a seductive dance that grew more captivating with every passing moment.

Unbeknownst to Samantha, the dancer was skillfully creating an elaborate fantasy, meticulously crafting an illusion of arousal while feeling none herself. The dancer's actions were driven solely by the desire to maximize the tips she received, using her expertise to maintain an enticing performance that would captivate Samantha's attention. As Samantha's desire intensified, she remained blissfully unaware of the calculated act unfolding before her.

Perched upon Samantha's bare knee, the dancer seized the moment to offer her a bottle of oil, inviting her to indulge in a heightened level of sensuality. Samantha eagerly accepted, her arousal deepening as she liberally applied the oil to the dancer's glistening skin. In the midst of the heightened excitement, Samantha's awareness of the dancer's wet pussy pressing on her knee further fueled her desires.

As the performance reached its crescendo, the dancer skillfully simulated a lavish and extravagant climax, leaving Samantha captivated and amazed. Consumed by her own overexcitement, Samantha, who had been fervently exploring the dancer's body with her lips, attempted to move closer towards the dancer's exposed crotch, seeking to immerse herself completely in the moment. However, in a sharp and abrupt motion, the dancer pulled away, breaking the intimate connection that had formed between them. With a sense of urgency, the dancer explained that she could not go any further with a female client, revealing the limits of their interaction.

Samantha's interpreted the dancer's statement as a confession that she and her colleagues had engaged in further activities with male clients, sparking a wry smile on Samantha's lips. In her mind, she congratulated her male colleagues on the presumed sexual encounters they had enjoyed. This assumption fueled a sense of intrigue and curiosity, as Samantha wondered about the experiences her colleagues had shared that remained unknown to her.

As Samantha left the room, the lingering taste and scent of the dancer on her fingers served as a vivid reminder of the intimate encounter she had just experienced.

Upon returning to her companions, Samantha was bursting with excitement. Eager to share the experience, she insisted that Jenny also have a dance. Initially, Jenny refused, but Samantha's insistence eventually swayed her to appease her dominant colleague. When Jenny returned from her dance, she maintained her silence, but Samantha detected a twinkle in her eye. Playfully, Samantha commented that Jenny's husband was likely in for a memorable night once she returned home.

In a distracted moment, Jenny subtly sniffed and sucked her fingers. She was discreet, but Samantha's keen observation skills caught every subtle gesture, and she instantly recognized the scent and taste lingering on Jenny's fingers--the unmistakable residue of an intimate encounter.

In the midst of her intoxicated state, Samantha's inhibitions completely melted away, causing her to act impulsively and without regard for consequences. Fueled by alcohol and an increasing sense of audacity, she leaped onto the main stage, joining one of the dancers in a provocative dance. The patrons of the establishment, caught up in the chaotic energy of the moment, cheered Samantha on, fueling her reckless behavior. With a lack of self-control, she shamelessly groped and pawed at the dancer, succumbing to her wild desires without restraint.

Within moments, the security staff swiftly intervened, moving in to remove Samantha from the club, along with her colleagues who were caught up in the commotion.

Typically, Samantha would have been deeply embarrassed by her behavior, recognizing the inappropriate and disrespectful nature of her actions. Yet, the intoxicating combination of adrenaline and alcohol clouded her judgment, leaving her in a near-shameless state.

Spotting a hotel across the street, Samantha rallied her team, insisting they continue the night's festivities at the hotel bar. Two more men decided to call it a night, leaving behind Samantha, Jenny, and five men as they headed to the hotel bar. However, upon arrival, they were informed that the bar would soon close, with access only granted to hotel guests for an additional hour.

Thinking quickly, Samantha seized the opportunity, using the company credit card to book a suite in the hotel, ensuring their access to the bar would continue. When it was finally time to leave the bar, the barman kindly offered to prepare a tray of drinks for them to take to their suite. Although Samantha hadn't intended to use the room, she couldn't resist the offer, leading the group to make their way to the suite with their drinks in hand.

Within the privacy of the room, Samantha inquired about the men's private dances at the lap dancing club. They described their experiences, jokingly confessing their frustration at being left with "blue balls," a term Samantha had to explain to Jenny. Disappointed by their lack of satisfaction, Samantha apologized sincerely, burdened by guilt for the sexual frustration she felt responsible for. After all, it was her decision to visit the lap dancing club and insist on the private dances.

Determined to make amends, Samantha rose to her feet and embarked on a provocative dance of her own, mirroring the style of the women from the club. Her movements grew increasingly seductive as she maneuvered between her colleagues, teasingly shaking her hips and provocatively touching them. With each passing moment, she discarded articles of clothing until she stood before them, clad only in her underwear and heels.

Finally, Samantha bowed to her small audience, explaining that her performance was her way of apologizing. Her colleagues were left in awe, acknowledging the impressive nature of her dance. However, the blue ball problem they faced was now further intensified and the source of several jokes and comments.

With a calculated seductiveness, Samantha decided to take matters into her own hands. She positioned a chair in the center of the room, its back facing the other colleagues, providing a semblance of privacy for the participant. She singled out one man and gestured for him to take a seat, ensuring he would have an intimate experience without the prying eyes of his peers.

As the chosen colleague sat down, Samantha moved gracefully towards him, her body undulating in time with an imagined beat in her head. She straddled his lap, her movements sensual and enticing, eliciting a mix of anticipation and desire. The atmosphere grew heated as Samantha leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear, whispering suggestive words that sent shivers down his spine.

In this private and intimate moment, Samantha skillfully executed a steamy lap dance, expertly maneuvering her body against his, creating a tantalizing experience filled with longing and pleasure. The man's eyes widened with desire as Samantha's touch and proximity grew more provocative.

The rest of the colleagues watched with a mixture of envy and admiration, their anticipation building as they eagerly awaited their turn to experience Samantha's intoxicating presence. The room was filled with hushed murmurs, as the steamy dance continued, the tension mounting with each passing moment.

Samantha dropped to her knees in front of her colleague, a hush fell over the room. Her colleagues, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, were unsure of what would happen next. The room hushed with the crowd watching the unfolding event in disbelief, surprised that Samantha might actually go through with the act that her performance seemed to be leading to.

Samantha maintained her composure, her gaze fixed on her colleague as she unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned his trousers. The tension in the room was palpable as the onlookers held their breath, waiting to see what would unfold.

With a skillful and deliberate touch, Samantha released her colleagues engorged cock from his trousers, maintaining eye contact with him throughout, and after a short seductive pause, took him deeply in her mouth.

Stunned by Samantha's shameless behavior, the shocked group took an audible collective inhale, which soon transformed to cheers and applause as she expertly fellated her colleague to a rapid and intense climax.

Her face had been mostly obscured from her colleagues, buried in the lucky recipient's crotch, but she revealed herself on completion, theatrically wiping away an imaginary spot of cum from the side of her mouth as she winked and smiled.

Maintaining her playful smile, Samantha selected the next man to occupy the chair. The room buzzed with anticipation as she approached him, exuding confidence and sensuality. Her movements were fluid and seductive, captivating her audience and leaving them yearning for their own turn.

One by one, Samantha worked her way through the eager line of colleagues, ensuring that each man received his moment of undivided attention and climax.

She elegantly swallowed the fifth load of cum, her heart still racing from her tireless performance, taking a moment to catch her breath. The room was filled with a mixture of admiration and excitement, the atmosphere charged with the energy of the evening. Samantha could feel the eyes of her colleagues fixed upon her, waiting to see what would unfold next.

Not ready to bring the party to an end, Samantha turned to Jenny, and in a playful tone, she jokingly said, "Okay Jenny. Your turn. Knickers off." The comment was met with a burst of laughter and cheers from the male colleagues, their enthusiasm echoing through the room.

To Samantha's surprise, Jenny didn't hesitate for a second, unceremoniously reaching under her skirt and pulling down her underwear. Samantha was momentarily taken aback, not expecting Jenny to take her remark seriously. However, she quickly realized that there was no going back now. She had initiated the playful challenge, and she was happy to see it through.

Jenny confidently settled into the seat in the middle of the room, eagerly awaiting Samantha's dance. The cheers from the audience grew even louder, fueling Samantha's desire to push the boundaries of eroticism. Despite not being attracted to Jenny, Samantha found herself motivated by the increasing degrees of intimacy, driven by the excitement of the voyeuristic men watching her every move. She became fully immersed in the role of performer, aiming to captivate and entice her audience.

In a bold and audacious move, Jenny unexpectedly unclasped the back of Samantha's bra, revealing her breasts for the first time. The shock of Jenny's actions momentarily startled Samantha, as none of the men in the room had dared to cross that line. However, rather than causing hesitation, Jenny's audacity fueled Samantha's desire to take her performance to even greater heights of provocativeness. With every ounce of artistry fading away, Samantha's dance transformed into a display of raw eroticism, her movements becoming almost animalistic in their intensity.

As small as her panties were, Samantha no longer wished to obscure or disguise any part of herself, discarding them across the room. Completely exposed, she felt liberated, empowered by the absence of barriers and the sense of having nothing to hide from her colleagues. She crudely exposed her most intimate body parts, embracing her uninhibited state and reveling in the power she felt by revealing herself so unabashedly.

As the dance continued, and now fully exposed, Samantha's sensual movements grew even more potent. However, in the midst of the overwhelming sense of power and liberation, Samantha momentarily lost focus on Jenny. Sensing the shift, Jenny reacted by interrupting the powerfully erotic dance, taking Samantha's hand, and leading her towards the bed.

Jenny's intentions were clear, with her skirt hitched up around her waist leaving no doubt. The men gathered around the bed, drawn by the magnetic energy of the unfolding scene. Despite their presence, Jenny appeared unmoved and even dismissive of their presence. She desired only one thing and the baying men would not distract her from that.

Samantha's gaze fixated on Jenny, who lay partially undressed and vulnerable on the bed. Memories from her college years flooded Samantha's mind as she attempted to recall the last time she found herself in such an intimate position with another woman. A wave of uncertainty washed over her, accompanied by a hope that Jenny wouldn't be disappointed. Samantha firmly resolved to compensate for any lack of skill or practice with her unwavering enthusiasm and energy. With a deep breath, she bowed her head, ready to venture into this unfamiliar territory and set about her task with gusto, greedily eating Jenny's pussy as the crowd cheered her on.

Driven by an ardent desire to bring pleasure to Jenny, Samantha threw herself wholeheartedly into the task at hand. Every touch, stroke, and caress elicited expressive and immediate reactions from Jenny, further fueling Samantha's determination. The rhythmic sounds of the crowd, occasionally muffled by Jenny's thighs, served as a backdrop, urging Samantha to push forward.

Although Samantha longed to explore and expand her touch to other parts of Jenny's body, her attempts were swiftly redirected, with Jenny's determined to focus Samantha's efforts on her greedy cunt. Samantha envisioned herself in Jenny's place and drawing from her own desires and fantasies, she instinctively used her fingers, tongue, and lips in a manner that mirrored her own preferences.

Samantha tirelessly worked to pleasure Jenny. Her efforts were guided by the physical signals and responses she received, gradually honing her techniques to align with Jenny's unique desires and needs.

After twenty minutes of relentless dedication, Samantha's unwavering commitment and the crowd's fervent encouragement culminated in Jenny's explosive climax. The room reverberated with the echoes of Jenny's loud and intense release.

Samantha's body lay sprawled on the bed, exhaustion mingling with a deep longing for more. She was too tired to cover herself, too lost in the moment to be concerned with modesty. Catching her breath, she simply asked: "Who is going to take care of me now?"

The response was wordless as a frenzied energy engulfed the room, igniting a fire that burned for hours. Samantha's encouragement served as a catalyst, fueling her colleagues' desire to gain immense pleasure from her willing body. Her own satisfaction became intricately intertwined with their pleasure, her purpose clear: to do anything and everything necessary to provide them with unparalleled gratification.

The group had already traversed the realms of intimacy, erasing the boundaries that held them back. Inhibitions, vanity, and shame dissolved into thin air, as their shared experiences bound them together in a tapestry of raw desire. It was a night where nothing was off-limits, where every act, every touch, every exploration was embraced without reservation.

With each passing moment, Samantha's unwavering dedication to her colleagues' pleasure astonished and captivated them. There were no boundaries to her inventiveness, no limits to her endurance. She surrendered herself fully, repeating the words "use me" as a mantra that echoed throughout the room, an invitation to push the boundaries of pleasure even further.

No hole was left unexplored, no request left unfulfilled. Their insatiable appetite for pleasure led them to discover new depths of satisfaction, guided by Samantha's unwavering commitment to their pleasure.

As the hours wore on, the intensity of their encounters reached dizzying heights. Their bodies intertwined, their passions intertwined, until they were spent and exhausted.

The following morning, with their heads throbbing from the effects of a night filled with revelry, Samantha's colleagues gathered around a table, seeking solace in cups of strong coffee. As the caffeine slowly began to chase away the remnants of their hangovers, a question hung in the air, waiting to be asked.

It was one of the men who summoned the courage to voice the inquiry that had been gnawing at his mind. With a hint of curiosity in his voice, he turned to Samantha and asked, "Samantha, I can't help but wonder... If the partners knew about everything that happened last night, how do you think they would react?"

Samantha, her gaze fixed on the swirling steam rising from her cup, couldn't help but let a mischievous smirk curl upon her lips. She raised her eyes to meet his, an enigmatic gleam within them, and spoke in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, "Oh, my dear colleague, if the partners were privy to the events of our wild night, they would find themselves right in the center of the debauchery."

Her words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere of intrigue and speculation. The group leaned in closer, their interest piqued, eager to hear more. Samantha reveled in the attention, enjoying the power she held over their imaginations, adding, "how do you think I got this job in the first place?"