"So, {{user}}," your new boss smiles across her desk at you. "I'm Janice, owner and manager here at Clearwater. I understand it was somewhat unorthodox to hire you without going through the usual interview process, but we needed to make a very quick hire and we were all very impressed with your resume."

She leans back in her chair, which causes her breasts to strain against her noticeably tight blouse.

"Now, do you have any questions for me? Perhaps regarding your role here, or even anything more... personal?"

Janice chuckles softly at his curiosity about the name. "Well, we used to be an ad agency, but in recent years our client base has changed quite dramatically. These days, most of our business comes from a very specific sort of customer, and we felt that a discreet name like Clearwater better fit that image." She waves him off regarding the closed environment comment; obviously she knows what he means.

"Well," Janice says with a sultry smile, leaning forward again as her breasts push against the fabric of her blouse even more noticeably. "The graphic design aspect of your job is obvious, but I have it on good authority that there's another side to this position..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "...And that's where you come into your own. Do you think you can handle that part of things?"

Janice throws her head back and laughs warmly. "Oh, don't worry," she assures him. "It's nothing too outrageous. Just... let's say that we sometimes have special requests from our clients, and they expect us to accommodate them." She grins wickedly. "We trust our employees to use their imagination when necessary."

Janice quirked an eyebrow, clearly amused by his innocent reply. "Well, in that case, JohnnyNitro," she continued, leaning forward even closer, "if you ever need any ideas or inspiration for how to go about handling those special requests, just remember that there are plenty of friendly faces here who would be more than happy to offer some advice." Her breath tickled against his cheek as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

Heather snorts, giggling quietly at the mention of the 'closed office.' Dianne looks between them both nervously, feeling her face growing warm at the suggestion of special requests. But then, she remembers that she's recently engaged. Maybe she should be more proper and concerned with work... or maybe she can let loose a little...

"Oh, Heather!" Janice chastises lightly, shooting her friend a reproving look before turning back to JohnnyNitro with a sultry grin. "And what about you, JohnnyNitro? Have you had much experience with these... special requests?"

Dianne blushes even deeper at the mention of corrections, looking away uncomfortably. She tries to focus on work, but it's hard when all she can think about is how tight her engagement ring feels on her finger. The heat in the room seems to rise as Janice continues to speak with JohnnyNitro, inviting him into their world of lust and intrigue.

Heather snickers again, leaning forward in her seat just enough to brush against JohnnyNitro's arm. Her breasts press against her desk, practically begging for his attention. "Oh, I think Janice means something a bit different," she whispers teasingly. Dianne glances over, catching the exchange between them, her heart pounding faster with desire and confusion.

With another throaty chuckle, Janice leans back in her chair, her gaze intent upon him. "You'll figure it out soon enough, dear boy." She winks at him suggestively, running a manicured fingernail across her lower lip. The air between them crackles with anticipation, and Dianne can feel herself growing increasingly flustered beneath her desk.

Heather lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She knew exactly what Janice was implying, and it turned her on even more. Dianne looks away quickly, trying to pretend she's not interested in their conversation. But deep down, she's aching for some relief...

"Oh, we definitely will," Heather murmurs, licking her lips. "Maybe later today we could all go to the supply closet..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she watches Janice shift uncomfortably in her seat beside him. Dianne glances between them both, heart pounding harder than ever, body tingling with desire.

Janice smirks at his hesitation, running her fingers through her hair. "I think our newest addition here might need a little bit of guidance," she says teasingly, winking over at Heather. The older woman giggles and nods in agreement before turning back to JohnnyNitro with an equally mischievous grin. "Why don't you come with us after hours tonight? We'd be happy to show you the ropes."

Heather's eyes light up at the suggestion. She glances quickly at Janice, who merely raises an eyebrow expectantly, before leaning forward conspiratorially toward JohnnyNitro. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, doesn't it?" She purrs. Dianne watches, feeling increasingly aroused by their flirtation but also nervous about what this means for her own relationship status.

But with a deep breath, she decides that perhaps this is exactly what she needs...

With a sultry smile, Dianne turns to JohnnyNitro. "Of course it does. And I'm sure we can all help you get acquainted with everything you need to know... in private." Her voice trails off suggestively as she brushes against his shoulder, accidentally-on-purpose letting her breast graze against his arm. The contact makes him shiver, and he feels himself growing harder beneath his desk.

Heather grins impishly and winks at JohnnyNitro. "Why don't you come with us now, dear? We have so much fun stuff waiting for you back there," she says coyly, nodding toward the supply closet door. Dianne looks at them both again, feeling the warmth creeping up her neck. This was supposed to be a professional setting; how did things escalate so quickly? But honestly... she couldn't care less at this point.

"Of course, dear," Janice says with a knowing smile, indicating that it's alright for him to follow them. "We wouldn't want to keep our newest addition waiting any longer." With a final glance around the room, making sure everything is in order, she stands up, motioning for the others to precede her.

Heather glances back at him over her shoulder with an impish grin. "Oh, you know, just some... interesting reading material," she teases, nudging him playfully with her hip as they approach the supply closet door. It's unlocked, and she motions for him to step inside before leading the way herself. The lighting in here is much dimmer than in the rest of the office, casting everyone in soft shadows and accentuating their curves.

Dianne hesitates for a moment before stepping forward as well, feeling strangely compelled to join in on the fun. Maybe this will help take her mind off of wedding planning and her upcoming nuptials...

With a sultry smile, Dianne begins rummaging through one of the shelves nearby, trying to focus on something - anything - else besides what Heather and Janice are about to do. She can feel their gazes upon her, but she doesn't dare look back. Her heart races as she hears them approach, and then feels strong hands gently push her down onto the nearest surface - a stack of cardboard boxes, conveniently placed beneath the shelf.

Heather kneels between Dianne's legs, parting them expertly with deft fingers. With practiced ease, she inserts two fingers into her new friend, stroking her expertly. The sensation is overwhelming, and Dianne gasps, arching her back involuntarily. Nearby, Janice leans against the shelf, watching intently as Heather brings her new partner to orgasm.

Fin

As Janice continues to watch with a satisfied grin, Heather glances up at JohnnyNitro, still preoccupied with his reaction. "Well," she pants softly between strokes, "you wanted to know what we meant by teaching you..." Her voice trails off suggestively as her movements grow more urgent. She knows exactly how to bring him over the edge; it won't be long now...

Dianne moans loudly, her body convulsing under Heather's skilled ministrations. Her pleasure intensifies further as she feels a hot breath against her neck, followed by a warm tongue tracing delicate circles there. Arching her back, she cries out in ecstasy as the sensation builds toward its peak, leaving her utterly spent.

Heather chuckles softly as she focuses on her task, watching Dianne's body writhe beneath her. She glances briefly at Janice, who has moved closer, running a finger teasingly along Dianne's upper lip before returning her attention to the woman below her. With one final thrust, Heather hits Dianne's sweet spot and sends her spiraling over the edge once again, her cries filling the air. "Oh yes, dear," Heather whispers into her ear. "We most certainly are."

Meanwhile, JohnnyNitro's member strains against his pants, practically begging for release. Sensing this, Janice reaches out and gently guides his hand downward, helping him remove his fly before guiding his fingers towards where he wants them most. "Go ahead," she urges softly. "Take what you want."

Daz

"Why don't we show you," Heather murmurs in reply, giving Dianne's thigh a squeeze before climbing onto the nearby box, straddling Dianne's face. She leans forward, lowering herself until their lips meet in a hungry kiss as she positions herself over Dianne's eager mouth. With a sultry smile, she sinks down onto Dianne's tongue, taking her in a deep, moaning kiss as they both pleasure themselves on JohnnyNitro's still-erect cock.

As if sensing his confusion, Janice moves to kneel beside him, running her fingers through his hair. "Sometimes you just have to experience it for yourself," she whispers into his ear. "And with us..." Her voice trails off suggestively as her other hand trails lightly up his thigh, promising things to come.

"Oh, she doesn't mind," Janice assures him, her breath hot against his ear. "In fact, I think she quite enjoys playing along." And then, with a wink, she adds, "Besides, it's not like this is permanent. We're just showing you a little taste of what it's like... Isn't that right, Heather?"

Heather breaks the kiss long enough to answer, breathless and flushed with desire. "Oh yes," she agrees, arching her back and rocking her hips against Dianne's face. "I love sharing with the new girls." With that, she closes her eyes and lets herself be lost in the pleasure once again, moaning loudly as their bodies move together.

Daz

Dianne can hardly form words past the rush of sensation. She grips the box beneath her as Heather grinds against her face, feeling every exhale, every moan, vibrating through her. The warmth between her legs presses urgently against her lips, seeking release, but she finds herself relishing the tease even more than the act itself. Looking up at JohnnyNitro, she pants, "It's... incredible..." Her voice trails off into another moan as his touch on her thigh sends shivers through her body.

Heedless of their surroundings, Janice leans in closer, running her fingers through JohnnyNitro's hair and whispering in his ear, "That's it... give in to it... let yourself feel everything we have to offer..." Her free hand squeezes his thigh, guiding him deeper into the sensations. As he watches Dianne writhe beneath Heather's expert ministrations, her body tightening around his fingers, Janice kisses his neck and whispers, "I think you're going to like this... very much."

With a low groan, JohnnyNitro surrenders completely to the pleasure, letting go of any last traces of rationality as he allows himself to be taken by the three strong women surrounding him. The office closet, once a place of boring paperwork and endless meetings, is transformed into an erotic playground where anything goes and no

A satisfied chuckle rises from deep within Janice as she feels his surrender against her lips. With expert fingers, she begins to tease and caress him, building tension higher and higher until he's begging for release. She glances up at Heather, watching with appreciation as the other woman continues to ride Dianne's face, moaning and gasping for breath.

Suddenly, Heather leans back, arching her spine and crying out in ecstasy, the sound filling the small space. Her muscles clench around Dianne's mouth, milking the smaller woman's orgasm, leaving them both spent and panting. As if following some unspoken signal, Janice slides down along JohnnyNitro's body, positioning herself between his legs before taking him inside her own aching sex, moaning loudly as they both sink deeper into the heat of their shared passion.

Daz

As JohnnyNitro thrusts into Janice with increasing urgency, her head falls back against the cardboard box behind her and she lets out a satisfied moan. Her breasts jiggle with every movement, providing him with ample opportunity to taste and explore as he pleases. With one hand, she reaches down to guide his movements, encouraging him to go faster, harder.

Meanwhile, Heather has recovered enough to climb onto another box nearby, watching intently as the three of them writhe together in a tangled mass of limbs and desire. She runs her fingers through her hair, mussing it playfully, and then leans forward, resting one elbow on Dianne's shoulder as she studies their reactions. "You know," she pants, still catching her breath, "we could do this... more often."

Janice glances up at her, arching an eyebrow teasingly before returning her attention back to the man beneath her. "Oh?" she asks, eyes gleaming with mischief. "And how would you suggest we make that happen?"

"Oh, wouldn't that be interesting..." Janice murmurs, her voice taking on a sultry quality. "I could get used to having such eager partners all around me." As she speaks, she increases the pace of her thrusts, meeting each stroke with a moan or a groan that carries easily through the small space. Her nails dig into JohnnyNitro's shoulders, urging him deeper inside her.

Heather chuckles softly beside them, watching the way they move together with interest. "Well," she says with a knowing smile, "since none of us are married anymore..." She trails off, letting the implication hang in the air like a heavy curtain. "It might just work out quite nicely for all of us."

Daz

With another soft moan, Janice glances over at Heather, nodding in agreement. The three of them have certainly been through a lot today; it only seems right to end it with a bang... or several bangs, as the case may be. Reaching down between them, Janice guides JohnnyNitro's hands to where he wants them most - on their bodies. "Come on, sweetheart," she breathes, arching her back further as he touches her. "Show us what you've got."

Dianne closes her eyes, feeling his touch against her skin once more. It's strange how quickly things escalated tonight, but also thrilling. As she watches him move between Janice's legs, a shiver runs down her spine at the memory of being on the receiving end just moments ago. She knows there will be plenty more time for that later... for now, she'll simply enjoy the show.