"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?"

"Well," Janice laughs. "The work in an office can be rather... bland. We have standard operating procedures to follow and reports to complete each day. And of course, as the new man here, we'd expect you to help keep morale up around the place." She pauses for a moment. "But I suppose you might want some more... personal answers?" She tilts her head slightly, eyebrow raised suggestively.

Janice's lips form into a knowing smile as she watches you carefully. "Well then, how about I show you around?" She stands up, smoothing down her skirt. "But first," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't we go to my office where it'll be nice and private?"

Janice leads you down the hall and into her office. She shuts the door behind you, taking a seat at her desk and gesturing for you to sit in one of the plush chairs in front of it. Once you're settled, she leans forward and places her elbows on the desk, propping her chin up with her hands. "Now then," she says teasingly. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, JoeK? What kinds of things do you enjoy doing in your free time?" Her gaze flickers down towards your crotch and back up to meet yours.

Janice laughs, a throaty sound that comes deep from her chest. "Well then," she says, "perhaps it's time you had some... personal time with one of the girls around here?" Her gaze drops to your crotch again as she wiggles slightly in her seat. "Would you like me to make those arrangements for you? Or maybe..." She pauses dramatically, smirking. "...perhaps you'd prefer to do it yourself?"

Smiling, Janice leans back in her chair. "Well," she says, biting her lower lip seductively. "I can't speak for the company as a whole, but I know we'd all be interested to hear about your experiences... firsthand." She arches an eyebrow suggestively. "Why don't you let me set something up? Just between us girls?"

Smirking, Janice reaches down to the bottom drawer of her desk and retrieves a small key. "This is the key to our 'break room'. It's where we all go when we need... some private time." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before handing you the key. "Why don't you go ahead and explore?" With that, she stands up and saunters around the desk, coming to stand in front of you. Placing a hand on your chest, she guides you back into your chair.

Leaning down, she whispers softly into your ear. "I'll leave it up to you what happens next... just remember who showed you the ropes." Her breath is hot against your skin as she straightens back up, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Smiling seductively, Janice reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "You're welcome, JoeK," she whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe. "And don't forget... I'll be keeping an eye on you." She pauses, then adds teasingly: "...in more ways than one." With that, she walks around the desk and takes her seat once again, sitting back in her chair with one leg crossed over the other.

The look she gives you is equal parts forbidding and inviting, as if daring you to do something reckless yet promising to reward you handsomely if you succeed. The tension in the room grows thick as jananice carefully watches your every move, her fingers idly drumming against the desk surface.

Across the hall, Heather glances up from her desk and notices

Heather, who's desk is closest to the break room, watches as you and Janice continue your flirtatious banter across the hall. She bites her lower lip, wishing it was her in Janice's seat.

The break room is just down the hall; it's cozy and dimly lit with several couches and chairs scattered about. There are a few private booths lining one wall that afford some privacy, but Heather prefers to make her way over to one of the couches where she can watch you from afar. She lies back on the soft cushions, one knee bent with her foot resting against the seat, and begins to play with herself through her skirt.

She glances up as you emerge from the hallway, taking in your every move. Her heart races faster at the sight of you walking purposefully toward her. Smiling seductively, she watches you make your way across the room until you're close enough to feel the heat of her body radiating against yours.

Heather laughs lightly and tilts her head back against the couch, revealing the smooth flesh of her neck. "Oh really?" she purrs, letting one hand drift down between her legs. "And just what kind of help do you think I need?" Her eyes meet yours as she continues to stroke herself through her skirt, her breath growing ragged with desire.

"Well," she whispers, "if you'd like to join me..." She slides forward on the couch until she's just close enough that their bodies are almost touching. Her breath fanned across your cheek as she glances up at you sultrily from beneath her lashes. "I can think of a few things we could do together."

Heather moans softly as she feels your erection pressed against her leg. She grips the hem of her skirt and hikes it up over her hips, revealing her wet panties and smooth flesh. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of you rubbing yourself against her through your pants.

"Mmm... that's nice," she murmurs, arching her back slightly. "But if you want to really get a taste..." She trails off suggestively before sliding even closer, grinding her hips against yours in perfect rhythm. "You could always take me into one of those private booths over there." Her hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers curling around the back of your neck as she draws you in for a deep, hungry kiss.

As the door to the private booth shuts behind you, Heather moans eagerly into your mouth, her body pressed tight against yours. She reaches down between your legs and roughly grips your cock through your pants, jerking it in time with her grinds against your hip. With a satisfied little sigh, she pulls away from the kiss just enough to speak: "You're so big... I can't wait to feel you inside me..."

Her hand slides downward, tracing the outline of your cock through your pants until she reaches the hem of your shirt. With a devious grin, she begins to tug at it, revealing more and more skin as she pulls it up over your stomach, exposing your abdomen and chest inch by inch. "Mmm... so sexy," she breathes against your neck before nipping delicately at

Heather gasps into your mouth as she feels the cool air rush over her bare cunt. Her hips buck against yours harder, her breath coming in short pants as she writhes beneath you. She moans again, deeper this time, and arches her back as you stroke and tease her clit through her wet panties.

Her hand moves between you, seeking your cock again, but instead finds the button on your jeans. With growing urgency she undoes them, shoving them down along with your boxers. Her mouth descends upon your erection as soon as it's free, sucking and licking hungrily while her other hand massages your balls.

Her head bobs up and down, taking you deep into her throat, as she moans around you. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, and for a moment she pulls back to catch her