A Costume Affair Ch. 08

Chapter 8 pg 95

Previously, Caroline had her first experience of her work colleagues using incriminating photos to force her to play Simon Says. James/Jasmine, had to provide blowjobs to various men so he could get back incriminating photos Caroline had given them. They continue to their efforts to out humiliate each other.

A few days later, I received a text first thing at work. It was Mark telling me he had booked a meeting room for us at the end of the day. I didn't know what to make of this. I could barely concentrate for the day thinking of what was waiting for me. The floor was deserted. That made me feel a bit better. Mark was sitting at a desk outside. My heart was pounding away. Mark welcomed me. He gave me a choice: Leave my clothes on his desk and I suck him inside a meeting room or I suck him in the middle of the office. "What if someone comes in?"

"Then you keep going until you finish or I keep the photo."

There were no windows in the meeting room. I far preferred the privacy so opted to take off my clothes.

"Can I put them somewhere other than on top of your desk?" The last thing I wanted was someone coming in to see my clothes laying on the floor.

"Sure, there is a small kitchenette with cabinets. You can put your clothes in that." I looked to see it at the far side of the office. That was not what I wanted but decided it was better than his desk. I went over, took off my clothes.

"You're sure no one will come in?" I was a bit nervous.

"People do come in and out but not usually at this time. I can lock your clothes in my desk drawers. But then I would insist on more than one sucking tonight." In for a penny in for a more secure pound.

"I'll take you up on that." I took off my clothes and handed them to him. He locked them in his drawer. It felt very weird walking naked in an office. At least it was empty. We went into the meeting. "I hear through the grapevine that you are doing a pretty good job. I like the tag line of 4Cs!" I blanched "What is it, Cleaning Citchens, Cunts and Cocks?"

"Yeah, something like that," I muttered.

"Okay, well let's see how you do." He then told me to unbuckle his trousers, pull them down and do my best. I habitually turned on the light and did as told. He must have had a previous appointment because I could taste the juices of a woman on him. So away I started. It was work as he had certainly shot his load. It took serious effort to get him hard. As nothing happened I went to work on his balls and used all the tongue tricks I had picked up over the last few months. He was thoroughly enjoying it. I was very glad we did this in the meeting room. I would have been terrified being in the middle of an office this long. Finally, he shot something into my mouth. I swallowed happily. Certainly, he couldn't have much more for a second sucking.

The door opened. I was both terrified and relieved. A young lady walked in wearing only a long shirt. Mark motioned to me and I understood. This was more pleasurable then sucking a cock directly. I put her on the table, spread her legs and buried myself in her cunt. She was so full of it I needed to come up for breath a few times. She smiled. "I think that'll do."

I didn't understand what she meant. She led me out of the meeting room and I melted. There was a sea of people, mostly men. I looked back at the meeting room and it was lit up like an ocean liner. The glass was see-through or something. My legs started to shake and I almost started to cry. I assumed they were all from some part of the company. I was praying they didn't recognise me.

The woman took control. "I'm glad to say we have a way to keep this fucking good party going. The representative from 4Cs is obviously up to the task. As you saw, he does a wonderful job of cleaning cocks and cunts and we will assume he does kitchens as well!" There was a general round of applause and laughter. I was in a state of shock. "So can any woman who wants a fucking throw their knickers - or all their clothes if they so wish! - into the middle of the office." Several started winging their way in that direction. "Gentlemen, these lovely cunts are yours. If you want them emptied before you fill 'em then just call over - sorry mate, what's your name?" All I could mumble was James. "James, here. He will do what is necessary. And if you want your dick cleaned before you leave, he will do that as well." There was a general round of applause.

"What happens if he tires?" I heard someone ask.

"No cleaning then no clothes!" I couldn't believe my ears. It was Caroline grinning from ear to ear. "First I don't think he ever tires of cum. So you can ask for him to suck you off if there isn't a cunt available. But if he should tire, well he doesn't get his clothes back. He either leaves bare or you leave with the photos I'll be taking of the festivities." I was livid but trapped. The party got into full swing, much to my chagrin. I did recognise a few people. But since they were getting fucked or fucking I guessed, more hoped, that I'd have little to fear. Within a couple of hours I was struggling with the all the cum. Licking out women was enjoyable, but only after I'd cleaned them of copious amounts of spunk. They started to collect their knickers leaving a few men still unsatisfied. They lined up for one last blow. Caroline was doing her best to get me in the most compromising of poses. I knew if I didn't satisfy them I was going to go viral in the office. The worst were where she got my full face hanging onto the tip of dick that was sending it juices down my curled tongue. I managed it all, much to Caroline's disappointment until the last bloke. I did my best but when the flood hit I couldn't do it. I collected it all in my hands and looked at them. I caught everything he shot in my hand.

Caroline was delighted. The thought of her having this over me was enough. I closed my eyes and down the hatch it went. There was applause from all but one person! I was very pleased at that but the night made me determined to exact my revenge.

I will recount this in her own words, as it makes the revenge taste even more delicious!

I was flying pretty high after compromising James in his office. I didn't get the movie I wanted but he now has a deserved reputation in the office. I dread the film I am sure he has of me but there is little he can do with it that would equal what I did to him. Or so I thought.

Several days later the office had a Bathing Suit day for one of our clients. My idea was that we all wore our favourite bathing suit in the morning and then exchange them for the client's bathing suit in afternoon. This would inspire the team to come up with ideas. I thought it a pretty good idea. There were a few doubters but I prevailed and set the date when we would be doing our first presentation for them. I had chosen a modest one piece suit and looked forward to what the others would select.

Everyone usually got in by 9 so that is the time I set for everyone to be in their suits. I left home with mine under my clothes. I was looking forward to the event until I saw my screen saver. There I was tied up for all to see. As soon as I hit a key it started moving. The cucumber became visible and I started fucking myself. Text then appeared. "As you disobeyed Simon the last time, you are now to face your punishment, or else everyone gets this as their screen saver." I fell into my chair. "There are three punishments to match each of your failings.

Frist, you will immediately go to the toilets and leave your bathing suit. At the unveiling of the bathing suits, you will be the last to disrobe, removing all of your clothes. You will spend the entire day naked. This is because you failed to take off your bra and knickers the first time.

Second, you will give all of your clothes to others in the office to keep for the morning. There will be no backing tracking or complaining. This is because you took your bra and knickers back when you weren't supposed.

Third, your last punishment will be to give away your bra and knickers for any bathing suit for the afternoon. Make clear the recipients can keep your underwear, they do not need to give it back. This is because you didn't take your bra and knickers when you should have.

You can make up any story you like. You just have to be convincing."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. It was a bit before 9. My brain was racing. I fixated on the last punishment. I didn't have any bra or knickers! I was wearing a bath suit, for god sake. Or would be until I took it off and left it in the toilets. I had no idea what that meant. But I had two other punishments to go before then. Maybe I would think of something before then. So I dashed to the toilets, removed my clothes, took off the bathing suit, put my clothes back on, put the suit on the hook and rushed to my desk. I barely had four minutes. I was racking my brain about what to do, what to say, how to compose myself. Worrying about the third punishment was forgotten. Before I could develop anything the Meeting Notice dinged on my computer. Out I had to go to face the office. I had no idea how I got into this mess or how I would get out of it with any shred of decency. But I didn't want every screen saver in the office to see me fucking myself with a cucumber!

As I came out, my heart was pounding far worse than when I was bra-less. They got that right anyway. I saw a most people in their bathing suits and the rest were coming back from the toilets. I guess I was one of the few who wore mine in. Finally, it was only me. They were a good looking sight but wondered what they would think when they I would finish. "You all look very good. I like your taste in suits." I started to remove my shoes. "I think you may find mine a bit more interesting." I started taking off my tights. "More daring, might be the right word." I started taking off my skirt. "I was in a real quandary if I should do this. But the rules are the rules and I had to be true to them." There were some quizzical looks. My long blouse covered up my now bare bottom half. I started unbuttoning my blouse. I am sure my voice was quivering. My hands were sure shaking. Willingly undressing in front of the entire office was a real trial. My only thought was that it is was not as bad as explaining a screen saver. When I finished the last button, I let the blouse drop to the floor. There were gasps and some applause. "I guess you want an explanation. You see, my favourite my suit is my birthday suit so to speak."

"That's awful brave of you," I heard one of the woman say.

I tried to be as brave as I could. "Yes and no. I am comfortable with my body and, of course, wanted to keep my integrity by following what I have asked you to do."

"You are lovely, but really, there is no need. We are happy to accept you wearing your second favourite suit." I suspected she was trying to save me. But I was more interested in following Simon's orders. I guessed this is where the second part of the punishment came in.

"Thank you, but that is not necessary" I had thought that I would probably regret this later but it sounded good at the time. "Does anyone disagree that I should keep true to my instructions and stay in my birthday suit?" Most hands went up which was a bit of relief. "To show you I really mean it, I want the non-doubters to keep my clothes until lunchtime. Put them anywhere you like as long as they are away from me. I want you to know that I enjoy wearing my favourite swim suit as much as you do." I handed bits and pieces to the people with their hands down. I could tell I was making them happy.

"For those how doubted I should be doing this, well, you can see I've set it up so I have no choice. Hopefully that will put you at ease." I then told everyone that it was time to get back to work.

I cannot tell you how hard it was walk to around the office naked. It helped a bit that others were showing a goodly amount of skin. I tried to act as natural as I could. I immediately noticed when something brushed up against me. With clothes on I suspect you don't notice how often this happens. But being buck naked I seemed to feel everything. And if it was another body, my heart skipped a beat or three. I couldn't tell if I was being over sensitive or a few noticed the affect this was having on me and were seeking to exploit it. Having been instructed not to complain and my own uncertainty I decided to keep schtum. This became harder to do as my nipples seemed to become a magnet. Every brush got my hormones active. I found myself seeking close contact. My nipples became hard as rocks and more sensitive than I could have imagined. I could feel my once dry vagina becoming more moist by the minute. By mid-morning I had to do something. That meant leaving the office for the toilets. I hadn't planned on doing this as it would expose me to more people in the company. However, I knew this would get around so decided to take the risk. I was driven by desperation. Thankfully no one was in the corridor. I popped into a cubicle and then popped my finger into the my now wet cunt. Oh what a relief. I frigged myself to ecstasy. The juices flowed well, so to speak. The relief was welcome as my whole body relaxed. I then realised a small problem. How to clean myself up! Well, there was a first time for everything. I used my fingers to collect as much juice as I could and then licked my fingers clean. It was actually a rather nice taste. Felt pretty good too!

As I walked out a colleague from another department appeared. Still feeling the glow, I just smiled and said we were having "birthday suit day" and strode off. I hadn't a worry in the world. I must have been in the toilets for a while as it was almost lunchtime. I had developed a solution to my third punishment.

I gathered everyone together for the bathing suit exchange. I took a big swallow. "Now is the time we are to make the exchange. Since I have no bathing suit to exchange, I will be staying as I am." There were stunned faces all around. "Don't worry, I am getting quite used to being naked."

"Oh we're happy to give your clothes back," one person said.

I had forgotten about that. "No, you keep them. I don't need them back until... shoot I just might go home like this!" There was some chuckling. I didn't know what I would do at the end of the day but would cross the bridge when I came to it. "I gather there are no objections?" There certainly weren't any. I didn't feel any more uncomfortable until Irina stopped by. (I later learned this was my Miss Hesitant.) She reminded me that we had a progress meeting with the clients. I had forgotten about this with everything else that was going on. Panic set in but she offered a seemingly suitable solution. I had set it up so that I didn't even know where my clothes were; let alone disobey Simon again. I had no options and agreed.

Irina went in first to the lay the ground work for what we about to do. I entered the room with a swages of cloth covering me. My heart was beating but I put my trust in Irina and it seemed to be working. Irina then started the presentation and then started moving fabrics over me as we agreed. I started to relax as all seemed to be going as planned. Then, she left one of my breasts exposed. This was not what we agreed but there was little I could do. I froze like a mannequin. I don't know what Irina said as there was no real reaction. Well there were some amazed looks and one or two leers. Irina started the presentation again. Then the unexpected started happening again. The moving fabric over my body started having orgasmic affects. The worst was when she would pull something between my legs. By now she was leaving me completely naked for minutes at time. Being naked in front of co-workers in swim gear is one thing. Being in a room full of clothed clients was something else with bits of me being exposed was an entirely different matter. My heart was beating so fast I must have been breaking numerous blood vessels. I could certainly feel my pussy lips expand as she moved fabric across my nipples. I was torn between fleeing and facing the wrath of Simon Says and Irina. She then put fabric between my legs and tightened it. I don't know how I didn't cum then.

"Be careful there, I think your mannequin is about to explode." This was said by one of the female clients. "Might should we stop?"

Irina replied nonchalantly that she only had a few more to show and would be careful. Well my face said that she wasn't! I was starting to lose control. "I am happy to stop," cooed Irina. She was adjusting the next fabric ever so slightly that it was driving me insane. Despite the potential humiliation I couldn't stop myself. I heard myself say, "I think we need to stop.... I,um, have to do take care of something." I could barely speak but I have no doubt everyone knew what I was referring to. Irina dropped the fabric so all could see how hot I was. The looks ranged from lecherous to dismay to appreciation. That didn't help me being embarrassed to the core.

"And it is going so well. Maybe this will help." The woman got up, collected small phallic table piece and slipped it into my sopping cunt. "This may be help relieve your - tension." I just melted as she slowly manoeuvred it in my love hole. "Go ahead and finish yourself off. We will wait." Well, I couldn't and it wasn't long before I was fully relieved. There were smiles all around. The post-orgasm glow must have taken over again. Instead of feeling deeply humiliated I felt quiet tranquillity.

"Is there much more left? Can you carry on still... after... your..."

"Interlude?" I offered.

"Yes, that's a good word. It has been quite a presentation. I can't say we've ever seen... such..."

"An explicit offering. Well, bathing suits are meant to arouse feelings and we wanted to show how aroused we are by your business."

"Okay, if you are happy to continue. I wouldn't want to push your, what did you say, arousal any further," she offered.

I thought about my instructions and punishment. There was no turning back without worse consequences. Since I couldn't imagine anything else happening, after two orgasms, I didn't hesitate in saying I would finish.

The woman said Irina could continue with the presentation. She gently slid out the table piece from my vagina and went back to her seat. I didn't really hear much of the rest of the rest of the presentation. I just felt cloth draping and brushing up against my nipples and cunt. Once again my hormones started running. I did my best not show it but it wasn't long before it was obvious. I was getting desperate again as each time something brushed against my vagina I shiver went through my body. I was hoping the woman would intervene again. She just sat there smiling. Finally, I had to ask for another interlude. "Look, you were kind enough last time to help me out. Won't you please do so again?"

The woman smiled. "That time I was willing to help as I suspect things took an unexpected turn. This time, it was pretty predictable what would happen. So no, I won't help." I drooped a bit. "I want to see how much fortitude you have."

Irina whipped another fabric through my legs and all fortitude disappeared. "I have none. I think that last orgasm has made me more responsive to stimulation. Please, I need my cunt fucked. I won't take a minute and it will be the last time." She handed over the piece and I quickly did the business.

When it was over I heard one of the men ask: "Can you get her to do it a third time?"

"The presentation is over, I believe?"

Irina nodded, "except for any questions of course."

"Well, then gentlemen, unless you have some questions, I guess it is all is over."

I was relieved until I realised this opened the flood gates. They kept asking to see different fabric combinations around my vagina and Irina was happy to oblige. I couldn't believe my body was yet again getting excited. I tried to think of anything else but my pussy limps and nipples took over. Finally I admitted defeat and asked for the table piece.