No matter how many times I felt Siobhan roll a pair of stockings up my naked, freshly shaven legs, the sensation sent the same shivers through my body.

Even the less than romantic ambiance of our office’s disabled bathroom, with years of artificial pine fragrance hanging in the air and the vent blaring overhead, couldn’t dampen the sensation at all.

Of course, what the room lacked in aesthetics, it did make up for in other charms, like the footsteps of our colleagues, going about their humdrum days outside, heightening the moment with the wicked contrast and threat of getting caught.

Siobhan adjusted the black lace garter at the top of one of my thighs and planted a kiss along the valley of my hip.

“So…” she said, with her lips still close enough for me to feel the breath of each word, “those ‘spirit ambassadors,’ huh?”

I let out the beginning of a laugh and then stopped it with a hand.

“Yeah,” I agreed, quiet enough for the vent to cover for me. “They’re doing it for me, too.”

It was Appreciation Week, and the company had sent over three of these “ambassadors” to raise spirits and awareness of just how appreciated we all were.

I had to admit, they were great at their jobs, as well as enjoyable to look at. Sasha, the curvy ringleader of the trio, had delivered her pre-scripted speech with what certainly felt like sincere passion, and led us through a few teambuilding games with such energy that we didn’t even mind the feeling of being back in summer camp.

I kind of liked it, honestly. Maybe we all needed a refresher now and then on accountability and attentiveness and whatever the rest of those teamwork buzzwords had been.

The ice cream bars at the end didn’t hurt, either. The company had sprung for the good stuff.

“Who’s your favorite?” Siobhan asked, crouching down to help me step into the matching pair of panties.

“Oh, don’t make me pick,” I said.

“You already have,” said Siobhan. “I can see it. It’s okay, you can say it. It’s just us here.”

“Louis,” I admitted, naming the blond guy with the glasses who’d been mostly quiet, but offered a lot of encouraging smiles and a few particularly nerdy referential jokes at just the right moments throughout the process. “Who’s yours?”

“Calvin,” said Siobhan, running the tip of her tongue across the inner edge of her lips.

She might just have been concentrating on clipping my suspender belt to the stockings at exactly even intervals, but it was more likely that she was savoring some very specific mental image involving the loudest, most obnoxious ambassador of the bunch. Calvin was also the most obviously muscular, even through his business clothes, and my mind immediately jumped to images of him lifting and tossing Siobhan over some piece of furniture of convenient height, perhaps even more easily than I could, and my blood quickened its way through my system, reacting to the flare of jealousy like to a hot pepper.

I reached down and pulled Siobhan up from her crouch. If there’d been a surface for me to lift her onto that wasn’t, well, part of a communal bathroom, she would have been on it in a second. Instead, I had to settle for squeezing her hard against me and kissing her, pushing my tongue against hers to divert its thoughtful wandering.

Siobhan smiled, knowing and amused. Fuck, I loved the feel of her lips when she was smiling.

“You’re going to have to hold that thought,” she reminded me, pushing me away too soon. “Put them on.” She pointed firmly to my work clothes.

Her eyes on me brought on an echo of the stocking shivers, as I grudgingly covered the lovely black lace with my thick work trousers. I buttoned up my shirt and gave a full turn so that Siobhan could double-check my appearance, with her ear already pressed to the bathroom door.

After a long pause, she gave the thumbs up, opened the door, and beckoned to rush me out into the hallway, where we could look unsuspicious.

Mingling back among our coworkers was, as ever, a special thrill, especially mixed as it was with a different sort of jealousy.

It was a beautiful, warm June day, and most of the people around us were chatting happily in anticipation of getting to pack up early in a couple hours, some to attend the local Pride parade, some to simply get drunk or crash at home, all with the company’s blessing.

It probably would have been easier to buy completely into the feeling of being celebrated and appreciated if we’d been free to go as well, but Siobhan and I had both drawn the digital short straws and been sentenced to stay until normal closing time, poring over mind-numbing shipping documents, sorting the paid accounts from the unpaid.

Siobhan had joked at one point that I should just wear the lingerie openly back to my desk, in protest of not getting to attend the parade, but we’d already set our hearts on a much subtler plan to console ourselves.

#

At the agreed-upon moment, when the rest of the office was nearly deserted, I left my desk, made my way to the conference room, and knocked, just to hear Siobhan’s most sultry voice call out, “Come in.”

I opened the door, deliciously anticipating the sight of her perched on the edge of the conference table, waiting for me.

I did not at all anticipate the three other people waiting around her, though the shock of seeing them was no less delicious.

Siobhan was still in her prim office clothes, but Sasha, Calvin, and Louis had all changed into outfits that would have turned heads in the most risqué of nightclubs.

Sasha wore a sequined bodice that sculpted her already pleasantly thick body into a voluptuous hourglass. Calvin wore black leather trousers and no shirt, only a matching, open vest that showed how utterly chiseled his short, compact frame really was. Perhaps I was biased, but Louis’s creative show of daring topped them all in my opinion.

Louis was in a plain gray mini-kilt and a wide-stitched crocheted cardigan with nothing underneath. Combined with his glasses, it evoked a classic naughty librarian aura.

“How…?” I took my first stabs at all the questions that needed asking. “When…?”

“Surprise,” Siobhan said, and then of course reached right for the most critical question of the lot. “Are you in?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” I blurted out. “I’m just… um, hi.”

Louis had sauntered up to me, pulling those glasses a little way down the bridge of his nose to look at me with those big, sky-blue eyes of his.

That moment of figuring out whether an interaction is going to be hug or a handshake is a million times more awkward when it might just as plausibly turn out to be a kiss, or maybe an ass-grab.

The awkwardness never really goes away, but when you’ve been in as many of these situations as Siobhan and I have, you learn to lean into and through it, rather than away.

I reached my hand forward and slightly to one side. Louis took it and split the difference, pulling it to his lips and planting a lingering kiss on my knuckles.

“He’s overdressed,” said Calvin, crossing his arms and really laying on the sternness. If you weren’t paying attention, you could almost miss the undertone of play.

“So am I,” Siobhan noted, unfastening a single button of her blouse and running a finger along her still mostly veiled cleavage. “On a long enough timeline, aren’t we all? But we have the time.”

“Do we?” asked Calvin. “The company seems to think you two have a busy afternoon.”

“All the more reason to get started,” said Sasha.

I went to unfasten my own shirt and paused, looking over Louis’s shoulder at Siobhan.

My next question for her was silent.

Her answer was a half-smile, no information, but a clear enough don’t worry.

I worked my way down my buttons, while Louis and Sasha took hold of a sleeve each and unwrapped me as swiftly as was possible without tearing anything.

I wasn’t wearing an undershirt, so I was fully naked from the waist up, but that wasn’t the kind of exposure that especially concerned (or excited) me.

The goosebumps only burst across my skin when Sasha grabbed the waistband of my trousers, unfastened those as well, and dragged them down over my lacy black lingerie.

Calvin practically crowed with shocked laughter, but I didn’t miss the flash of interest in his eyes, either. “Oh, so he’s that kind of softie!”

Louis blushed and touched the hem of his kilt. I was immediately sure he’d been on the receiving end of similar barbs from Calvin before.

“Oh, my gosh, you weren’t kidding!” Sasha clasped her hands to her ample chest with delight and twisted around to look at Siobhan. “He really does look gorgeous in those!”

“Would a cherished team member lie?” Siobhan teased. “Or show personal bias?”

Sasha laughed. “I apologize for the insinuation.”

“You knew about this?” Calvin asked her.

“Someone had to confer about everyone’s interests,” said Sasha. She turned to roll her eyes at Siobhan. “This guy probably thinks it’s a coincidence that the lunch order always has something he likes in it.”

“Just this guy?” said Siobhan, and the two of them shared one of those knowing looks that pass between women, the ones that indulging in a bit of secret lace on special occasions doesn’t make me part of.

Sasha ran a hand up the back of one of my stockinged thighs and pinched the exposed lower edge of my ass, under the hem of the high-cut panties.

“I’m almost jealous,” Sasha admitted.

“Of him?” Siobhan asked. “Or of me?”

“Both!” Sasha exclaimed. “Getting to walk around on these legs all day, or getting to touch them every night… I’m not sure which would be better.”

While they talked, Louis knelt down in front of me and unlaced my shoes, so that I could step out of my trousers altogether and stand there in all my covert prettiness, with no mundane respectability to spoil the effect.

“These built-in garters are pretty sturdy,” he observed, tucking a finger into one of the stockings, near my inner thigh, tracing the elastic. His fingers made their way up one of the suspender ribbons to the belt above. “Do you wear this because you’re that afraid of them slipping down to your ankles where someone might see, and you have to be double sure? Or do you just like the way they frame your ass?”

“Both,” I admitted, a little embarrassed that a man who blushed so easily himself could make me do the same with almost no effort at all.

“Are you going to show us the full effect?” Calvin deadpanned, crossing his arms again. I couldn’t stop staring at the way the posture showed off his pecs.

“What full effect?” I tried to stall to look at him longer, but he wasn’t having it.

With a snort, Calvin stepped forward and grabbed me around the back of the neck. The moment I cracked a smile, he yanked me forward and bent me over the side of the conference table.

“This effect, obviously,” he said, running a hand over the even more exposed underside of my ass. “The effect that makes you want to reach out and touch, in all sorts of ways.”

“What sorts of ways?” I asked, twisting around to smirk at him. This wasn’t a stalling tactic. It was an invitation, and Calvin got it instantly.

He lifted his hand and brought it down in a resounding smack.

“Man, look at that jiggle,” said Calvin. “So cute.”

“Are you going to keep it all to yourself?” asked Sasha.

“Be my guest.”

Calvin stepped away, and Sasha’s smaller, softer hands took the place of his, squeezing and slapping in alternating rounds.

Siobhan circled around to the other side of the table, in front of me, and leaned down to kiss me, first on the lips, then the neck.

“You don’t have to wait in line,” she chided the others.

It was a more powerful ice breaker than anything these three had led us through earlier in the day.

Instantly, there were not just one pair of hands on me, but four, including Siobhan’s, which reached under me to flick at my nipples.

I reached out for whatever my fingers could brush.

Those gorgeous pecs behind Calvin’s vest.

Kilt pleats with an erection firm behind them.

The hint of collarbone showing under Siobhan’s unbuttoned top.

The generous cleavage almost spilling out of Sasha’s corset.

“How can you be jealous of how clothes fit me,” I murmured to Sasha, “when you have these to play with whenever you’re alone?”

She patted me on the cheek, almost like she’d need to consult with her speech writer to respond any other way.

“What am I thinking?” said Siobhan, pulling away and slapping a hand on the table. “We haven’t made this properly official.”

She retrieved her purse from a chair, opened it, and pulled out the fluffy pink collar and handcuffs we used at home whenever I needed a little reminder to relax and enjoy my sub side for the night.

I felt a well-programmed thrill of anticipation as she tossed them to Sasha.

Sasha leaned her face down close to mine, spontaneous speech flowing easily to her once more.

“Do you want me to put this on you?” she asked.

I nodded vigorously, only stopping to make it easier for her when she started fitting the collar around my neck.

“Would you grab me that chair over there?” she asked sweetly.

Louis obliged, and Calvin took the cue to manhandle me off the table and into the seat Sasha had chosen.

“Oh, I had such plans for my hands in the near future,” I jokingly complained as Sasha pulled them behind my back and closed the fluffy cuffs around my wrists.

Only once I was secured in my chair did Siobhan finally reach for the buttons of her blouse again. She sauntered around the table to give me a full body view of her as she unfastened them, one by one.

Though Siobhan had dressed me under my work clothes, I had yet to see what she had picked for herself for the day. In a rhythmic tease that required no outside music, she flashed the blouse open and closed twice before fully removing it. It only took once for me to know that the bra beneath was new.

I would have remembered seeing it before. It was black, like a good half of her best lingerie sets, but this one had very sheer mesh cups, so her breasts were already essentially visible in all their glory, just slightly boosted, tinted by the black material, and adorned with decorative floral cutouts that showed off her creamy pale skin.

She twirled as she tossed the blouse aside, showing off the thin, woven straps that crisscrossed her back. Matching straps came into view across the tops of her hips as she slid her trousers down to her ankles.

She stepped out of them, still in the same shoes she’d worn to work today. The shiny black stilettos took on a completely different vibe when combined with that see-through bra and strappy high-cut thong, higher even than mine.

The heels even seemed to click a little louder as she approached me, tossing her hair over one shoulder in a hypnotic wave. I genuinely forgot about the cuffs for a moment as I compulsively reached for her. I couldn’t help it. She was just so beautiful. I wanted her in every possible way. My erection was straining against my own thong, yet I was full of fantasies about dancing with her, snuggling against her under a blanket, every kind of closeness I’d ever known, quick and slow, all at once.

The chain snapped taut between the cuffs, and Siobhan stopped just short of where I would have been able to kiss her. She smirked, laid a hand on my cheek, and turned my head toward the table, where I found Louis’s cock waiting for me, jutting up from his hiked-up kilt, hard and warm where it bumped my lips.

“I’ll always be here,” Siobhan reminded me. “Don’t waste this time with our guests.”

I nodded and opened my mouth, taking Louis in deep, inhaling his scent, searching for and finding the exact level of pressure that made his sweet voice bubble up in a gasp.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even noticed this adorable man hopping up onto the table and pulling up his kilt right under my nose.

I mean, I could believe it. Siobhan had that effect, always, no matter how much time I got to spend with her, but still, that was a reflection on her alone, not on Louis. The pull around him might be quieter, but it was a startling current when I was paying attention.

And powerful enough that I didn’t notice Sasha’s approach either, until she put her hands on my knees and pushed them gently but firmly apart, crouching down between them so that I could see right down her bodice.

She ran her hands up my thighs to my thong and pulled the soaked fabric to one side. I sighed with relief as the pressure lifted, and I flexed to bob my cock back and forth just because I could.

Sasha caught it between her palms, grinned up at me, and licked it once like a popsicle from base to tip.

Thoroughly without meaning to, I let Louis slip out of my mouth, making more room for my own sharp gasp of pleasure. 

“Oh, no,” Sasha clicked her tongue at me. “That wasn’t very attentive, was it?”

“No, I’m sorry,” I acknowledged, turning to fit my mouth carefully back around him, conscious of my teeth and the lack of access to my hands.

Louis held his shaft steady by the base for me. I needed the help, because the moment my tongue touched him, Sasha’s touched me in exactly the same spot. As I found a rhythm, she matched that too, sucking and lapping at me steadily and deliberately.

“So,” said Calvin, reaching out to tuck Siobhan’s hair behind her ear. “Now that they’ve got him occupied….”

“You get to steal a taste of his favorite treat,” said Siobhan. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.”

Hot jealousy stabbed through my gut, tensing my muscles and heightening every other sensation. Sasha’s mouth slowed around my cock, her movements becoming irregular, forcing me to notice that I was doing the same to Louis in my distraction. I hurried to correct myself, and she returned to the sweet rhythm we’d been holding together.

Louis sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. I couldn’t tell whether it was planned or just fortuitous, the way he cupped my face at the perfect angle for me to watch what was unfolding between Siobhan and Calvin.

Calvin put a hand behind Siobhan’s neck and kissed her with crushing force. She let him, for seconds upon seconds, further cranking up the tension inside me, but when he brought his hands down to her hips and tried to lift her up onto the table, she swatted him away.

“What?” Calvin raised an eyebrow, confused and verging on annoyed, but he raised his hands and backed out of her space.

“His favorite treat,” Siobhan emphasized with smooth, widening smile.

“Right…” Calvin followed her cautiously, with both his voice and a slow step forward.

“You thought that was the privilege of getting to toss me around and do things to me like a passive little doll?” asked Siobhan, pitching her voice up sweetly and slowly rolling her shoulders. “Does that feel special enough to you?”

“Honestly, yeah,” Calvin answered.

Siobhan dropped the voice. “I mean… fair,” she acknowledged. “He does love that, too. But favorite?” She shook her head. “No. His favorite demands a lot more of me.” She lurched forward and grabbed Calvin by the front of his leather vest, the tip of her tongue playing at the edges of her full-fledged grin. “Favorite is when I do the work. When I make the choices. When I take care of you, with all of my attention. I mean, attentiveness.”

Calvin’s grin rose to match hers, clearly in spite of himself. When Siobhan whipped around and pushed him down on the table on his back, he yelped and laughed.

She scooped her hands under his ass and lifted him all the way onto the smooth pressboard surface, and he gasped, clearly surprised at the deceptive strength packed into her slender body.

“Yes,” he said as she climbed up to straddle him and opened his trousers. “Yeah, this works, too.”

I kept my eyes fixed on them, all while careful not to miss a single suck of Louis’s cock, ravenous as I was for Sasha’s next suck of mine. I could feel my pulse in every cell of my body, the pressure in my pelvis rising with every beat. Louis was so hard against my tongue, I was sure he must be feeling the same. This was going to be explosive.

Siobhan was grinding against the underside of Calvin’s erection, making it glisten with her own wetness. He grabbed for her hips again, more reflexively this time, trying to pull her closer, toward the head of his cock, but she took his wrists firmly in her hands and pinned them to the table above his head.

He squirmed with such ready playfulness that I was convinced he’d played this role before, even if he’d never tell the stories.

Siobhan teased her way up and down his length, again and again, one more time than even I thought she would, before fitting herself expertly onto him. She didn’t even need to free a hand to guide her way.

Calvin moaned and struggled happily against the strength of Siobhan’s position, as she settled into fucking him in earnest, escalating at her own tauntingly slow pace.

“Enjoy it,” said Siobhan. “Don’t try to make it something it’s not. Just enjoy it.”

“Please,” Louis sighed, the first word I’d heard from him since tasting him. “Please keep going.”

I looked up at him, as hard as it was to miss watching Siobhan work, and gave him every ounce of my focus while I brought him to the edge, and past it.

He cried out and poured down my throat in powerful spurts.

It was like that first taste of food when you’re starving and don’t even realize how badly. The dam broke inside me, and I felt my matching throbs fill Sasha’s mouth.

Electric tingles rushed down my limbs and up to my scalp. Light exploded behind my eyes, followed by clouds of gray. I lost seconds, maybe minutes for all I knew, in a sparkling darkness of bliss.

#

The next concrete scrap of reality I was fully aware of was Siobhan climbing onto my lap, lightly stroking my neck and gazing into my eyes, waiting for them to focus on her.

“How are you doing there, sweetie?” she asked.

I managed a whimper of pleasure overload and a weak thumbs-up.

I was lace-adorned, cum-soaked from face to thighs, trembling down to the tiny connective muscles I rarely even noticed I had, and glowingly sensitive over every inch of skin. The feeling deserved so much more exuberance, but also made that exuberance impossible.

The three ambassadors were gathered around, with a bit of concern lingering on their faces, but that was easing as I blinked and sat up straighter in the chair.

Siobhan unfastened the cuffs so that my hands could relax into my lap.

Calvin’s trousers were re-zipped, but his tough guy aura remained mostly shed. Louis kept shooting me bashful glances over his clasped hands.

“How much time do we have left?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Sasha, holding up her phone. “Your manager’s already home for the night. As long as a plausible amount of work gets done, you’re fine.”

I sighed, nodded, and started to lean back again, forgetting that there was no real headrest on my chair.

Siobhan caught my head in her hands. In the same motion, she reached for a wet wipe and began cleaning the drying saliva-cum cocktail from my face.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” I said, glancing at the wet wipe pack with abject awe.

Siobhan smiled. “I do my best.”

“When did you even have a chance to coordinate all this?”

Siobhan shrugged. “It’s amazing how fast people can pull together a project they’re this excited about.”

She grabbed another wipe and proceeded to wipe down the rest of my face as well.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“Beyond okay,” I said.

“You’re having a good time?”

I nodded vigorously. “This was….” I realized in mid-sentence the tense she had used, “…having?”

Siobhan smiled. “Well, it’s fine if you want to call it here. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“No, no, I’m good,” I said, jolting upright, not caring about the chuckles I got from everyone in the room, including Louis.

It was good to hear him laugh, even if it was at me. He did it so gently, with another little blush.

“I’m, uh, going to need a minute, thought,” I said, glancing down at myself. “Maybe a lot of minutes. That was… intense.”

Sasha blew me a kiss and grabbed another wipe, warming it between her hands for a moment before starting to gently clean my cock.

“That’s okay,” Siobhan assured me. “What we had in mind won’t demand too much performance from you. At least, not that kind. Not for a while.”

“I’m in,” I said.

Sasha fit my soft, still-tingling cock back into my thong like she was tucking me tenderly into bed. “That’s it?” she asked. “No more questions?”

I shook my head. “You all clearly know what you’re doing.”

Sasha twisted around, reached under the table, and pulled out what looked like a squat silver suitcase, but I knew exactly what it was, and the sight of it sent a thrill through me, as fierce and spicy as jealousy, but with a different, smoother flavor.

She unclamped the lid and began unfolding all the little compartments, full of a shimmering rainbow of makeup containers.

I rocked back and forth with anticipation, while Sasha and Siobhan and, to my surprise, Louis and Calvin as well, conferred over shades of eyeshadow and lipstick.

“I really should have known, shouldn’t I?” asked Calvin, walking around to stand next to me and nudging my shoulder with his hip. “Obviously, you’re the kind who’d rather be the doll than play with her.”

Siobhan began testing samples on the inside of my wrist, and I used the last few seconds before I’d have to hold my lips and eyelids in various frozen positions to look up at Calvin and ask, “Are you completely sure it’s not your favorite, too?”

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