Jenn's Office Travel

[studioworksdigi]

Jenn always loved to go on business trips. They are more of a detachment from her day to day and help relax a bit when away from the family. She is early 30 something, and has been very successful with her career in the finance industry. At this point in her career, she is managing modern banking solutions for a bank, and leads a team for 40+ people. Her male colleagues are always amused by how she is a go-getter, and how she manages her work along with her family.

She is 5-8, good looking Indian women, with nice shaped boobs and butts. To work she always wears business casuals, like shirts/skirts/ pants or business dresses. She likes to keep her body private and wouldn't like to expose much. At home she wears her Pajama pants and top, and on casual occasions, a jeans, skirt and top. Depending on the clothes she is wearing, she wears either a full back panty, boy shorts and bra under. Occasionally her male colleagues get to enjoy her panty lines when she is wearing tight pants.

This trip came as a surprise for her. Initially she was not planning to travel, however, now she is part of the group of four. The other 3 are men and this is very common for her trips. However, she kept herself away from drinking and after work get togethers during these kinds of trips. Men who travel with her respect her and understand that she likes to keep some distance.

The travel starts on a Monday morning by air and then the plan is to get back by Thursday evening. After they land at the airport, usually a car is rented and they go to the hotel or straight to the office to get started. In the evening, they will all get together along with other local colleagues for dinner and drinks. Usually Jenn departs to her room at that point. She will get a shower, change to her pajamas and then go to sleep. Sometimes she gets adventurous and tries pleasuring herself while on the bed, relieving some stress of the day. The mornings are pretty much the same. They all get together at the lobby after breakfast and then go to the office.

Even for this trip, it started as any other. They all met at the airport lounge, talked about projects and people. Eventually got to the destination, and got in a car to go straight to the office. The first day went as any other day. Jenn had dinner and went back to her bed.

However, things took an unexpected turn when the men started drinking. A senior manager named Rohit, with a smug smirk etched on his face, told the other two that he was the original VP nominee and Jenn played politics to get that position, and it is humiliating for him to report to her as she once reported to him. Even though the other men respected Jenn, then all were drunk and kind of enjoyed the way the conversation was going. Rohit, who is good at reading people, played with their minds and convinced them that Jenn is humiliating each one of them by being in the VP position.

The men sat down at the bar until late into the night and came up with a plan to humiliate Jenn. They looked for a way to not connect them to anything but at the same time they want to enjoy Jenn’s humiliation.

The next day dawned with a mild hangover for the three men, but Jenn was as fresh as the dewy morning, untouched by the nocturnal whispers of their spiteful plot. She emerged from the hotel room, her honey-kissed skin glowing against the stark white of her hotel room. She had chosen a flare skirt today, a simple black number that fell just below her knees, tailored to accentuate the curves she usually kept hidden beneath layers of professional attire. The skirt hugged her hips and thighs, hinting at the treasures beneath, a silent declaration of the power she wielded without saying a word.

Her yellow top was a vibrant contrast to the monochrome of the hotel corridor, the color of a ripe mango, a tantalizing splash of brightness in the corporate jungle. It clung to her torso in a way that suggested a second skin, revealing the slightest outline of the lacey black bra she had chosen to wear.

Jenn's footsteps were silent on the plush carpet as she made her way to the lobby, the only sound the soft rustle of her skirt, which swished with every step. The coolness of the air-conditioned hotel was a balm to her skin after the scorching embrace of the Arizona sun the day before. The thong was a revelation, a secret caress that made her feel more alive, more present in a way that the boy shorts never could. The lace tickled her as she moved, a constant reminder of her decision to break from routine, a silent declaration of rebellion against the discomfort of the previous day.

The bra, a masterpiece of undergarment engineering, provided enough support for her ample bosom while still allowing her to feel a sense of freedom, as if she were wearing nothing at all under the professional facade. The matching thong, a daring choice for a woman who usually favored full-coverage, was a delicate dance of fabric against her skin, whispering sweet nothings to her senses as she walked.



Rohit's gaze lingered on her as they settled into the leather seats of the rented sedan. His eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on the hooks and zippers that held her skirt and blouse in place. The way he studied them was almost predatory, as if he were mentally disrobing her, piece by piece. Despite his slurred words from the night before, there was a sharpness in his gaze that suggested he had not forgotten their conversation.

As the car pulled away from the hotel, the tension in the vehicle thickened. The other two men, Mark and Dave, remained silent, their eyes forward, their expressions neutral. They were the loyal foot soldiers, following the lead of their intoxicated ringleader.

As they reached the office, Ronit and the guys went to the breakroom.

“She is wearing a skirt that has no hooks or zippers. It is just elastic. It will come off easily if pulled down” - Rohit said

Rohit looked at Mark and said ‘you know what to do. Make sure it looks like an accident.’

Mark smiled and nodded.

The sun had barely kissed the horizon when the first whispers of their plan began to unfold. Mark, his movements deliberate and calculated, had noticed the absence of hooks or zippers on Jenn's skirt. The elastic waistband was a beacon of opportunity, a silent invitation to the debauchery they had concocted in the haze of alcohol and resentment. His eyes flickered to Rohit, who nodded almost imperceptibly, the smugness of his smile hinting at the depravity of his thoughts.

The office was a hive of early-morning activity, the hum of photocopiers and the tap-tap-tap of keyboard keys providing an incongruous backdrop to their nefarious scheme. As the day progressed, the men found themselves biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, their glances at Jenn growing more furtive with every passing hour.

Jenn remained oblivious to the storm brewing around her, her focus unwavering on the financial reports laid out before her. She felt a peculiar energy in the air, something electric and charged, but dismissed it as the typical tension that came with a big project. Little did she know, her every move, every adjustment of her skirt, was being scrutinized, every panty line noted with a mix of envy and anticipation.

The conference room beckoned them for a meeting, the walls a stark contrast to the intricate dance of power and lust playing out between them. As they took their seats around the polished mahogany table, the men's eyes remained glued to the stretch of fabric that was her skirt, the elastic waistband a silent siren's call. The air grew thick with anticipation as Rohit called the meeting to order, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very fabric of the room. Jenn, along with her colleagues and couple of high ranking managers from the local office sat down for the meeting.

The topic of the meeting was mundane, but the atmosphere was anything but. The tension grew palpable, a silent crescendo that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. Mark, playing his part, positioned himself just so, his chair closer to hers than necessary. His leg brushed against hers under the table as if it was an accident, a feigned accident that sent a jolt of excitement through him.

The moment they had been waiting for arrived as the discussion grew heated, the room a cacophony of raised voices and clashing egos. In the chaos, its time for Mark to make his move.

It was a 5 minutes break. Jenn was standing next to the water cooler on the side of the conference room, refilling her water bottle. Standing elegant, with a smile on her face, looking at the conference table, making everyone feel who is the boss.

Mark's footsteps were casual, almost nonchalant, as he approached Jenn, but his heart pounded with anticipation. He knew he had to tread carefully, to not give away the wicked thoughts that swirled in his mind like a tornado of desire.

"Hey, Jenn," he began, his voice a smooth caress that seemed to hang in the air, "about the metrics I missed in the presentation today..."

Jenn's eyes snapped up to meet his, her gaze a thundercloud of frustration. "Yes, Mark, I've noticed," she said, her voice tight. "I expect better from my team, especially when we're in front of the regional directors."

He nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor momentarily before meeting hers again. "I know, I'm sorry. I'll have it corrected and updated for tonight's review."

Jenn's expression softened slightly. "Thank you, Mark. I appreciate it."

But Mark was not content with this small victory. He wanted more, much more, and he knew he had the power to get it. He had seen the way Rohit had looked at her, the way he had talked about her last night, and he knew that if he played his cards right, he could be part of something deliciously wrong.

"No problem, boss," he said, the words dripping with a hint of mockery. "I'll make sure it's perfect for you."

Jenn closed the lid of her bottle, and said ‘lets get back to the meeting’.. Mark nodded.

Jenn walked in front of him and Mark pretended to follow her. However, the three men had other plans. In a dramatic flourish, Mark's arms windmilled through the air, pretending he slipped on something and called, and his eyes widened with feigned terror. The room stilled, all eyes on him, as he lurched dangerously close to the precipice of embarrassment. Then, as if by divine intervention, his hand shot out and found one thing that could save him from a humiliating fall: the hem of Jenn's skirt.

As Mark fell down to the floor, he caught on Jenn’s skirt’s elastic band from the back, pulling it down along with him. In a dramatic tapestry of fate and malicious intent, Mark's clumsy stumble became a masterstroke of manipulation. The elastic band of Jenn's skirt, a silent guardian of her modesty, gave way under his firm grip, descending to the floor with a whisper of fabric.

The room was held captive by a collective gasp as the skirt slithered down her legs, revealing her matching yellow blouse and the scandalously tiny thong that barely covered her most intimate parts.





Jenn froze, the cold air of the conference room kissing her exposed skin as the gravity of the situation dawned on her. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, a stark contrast to the icy silence that had descended upon the room. The whispers of their plot had manifested into a reality that was anything but mundane. The fabric of her skirt pooled around her feet like a dark secret spilled onto the gleaming tiles.

Her eyes grew wide with horror as she took in the sight of her colleagues' faces. The shock was universal, a tableau of open mouths and wide eyes. But amidst the shock, Rohit's smug smile grew, a victory lap painted in the strokes of her humiliation. The room spun around her, a blur of suits and ties, each face a mirror reflecting her own embarrassment. The thong, a daring choice for today, now seemed like a declaration of vulnerability, a silent scream of 'look at me' that echoed through the room.

The fabric of the thong clung to her, a yellow flame against the dark sea of her skin. She could feel the dampness between her legs, a mix of fear and arousal that she had never experienced before. Her nipples, pebbled with the sudden exposure to the cold, pushed against the soft fabric of her blouse, betraying her in the most primal way.



The silence was shattered by the sound of Rohit's laugh, a deep, resonant sound that bounced off the walls, mocking her. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Looks like someone forgot their pants." The other men in the room chuckled nervously, their eyes flickering between her and Rohit, unsure of how to react to the sudden turn of events.

The senior manager's gaze was a caress, a taunting reminder of his earlier words about her underwear. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to help her up, but instead, his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She flinched, the intimate touch a stark violation of the professional boundaries she had worked so hard to maintain.

Her mind raced, a tornado of thoughts and emotions. Should she scream? Run? Fight back? But her legs seemed to have turned to jelly, unable to respond to the commands her brain was desperately sending. All she could do was stand there, exposed and mortified, as the men around her stared at her with a mix of lust and contempt.

The room was a battleground of power dynamics, the air thick with the scent of overpriced cologne and the coppery tang of embarrassment. She could feel their eyes on her, undressing her with their gazes, claiming her as the spoils of their twisted victory. The fabric of her blouse was suddenly too tight, too revealing, the lacy edge of her bra peeking out like a secret shared without consent.

Jenn's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she tried to process the situation. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, the beat a frantic rhythm that matched the chaos in her head. Her mind screamed for escape, for the ability to vanish into thin air, leaving behind nothing but the echo of her humiliation.



Jenn stood there, frozen in a tableau of horror, as Rohit approached with a predatory grace that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes, gleaming with a mix of lust and triumph, took in her exposed thighs, the tiny triangle of her thong, and the blush that stained her cheeks. He bent down, his fingers wrapping around the elastic band of her skirt, and with a gentle tug, began to lift it. Her legs, trapped by the fabric, remained in place, leaving her no option but to step out of her skirt.



As Mark stumbled to his feet, Rohit's hand shot out to steady him, the movement a deliberate act of distraction. His eyes never left hers, a silent communication that spoke of power and dominance. He knew he had her, and he was going to revel in it.

"Are you okay, Mark?" she asked, her voice a squeak of forced concern. She hated herself for playing along, for giving them even the slightest bit of satisfaction. But she had to keep the façade intact, had to maintain the illusion of control.

Mark nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But his eyes remained on her, a flicker of something darker lurking in their depths. She knew he had been in on the plan, his 'accident' a deliberate move to expose her.

With trembling hands, she managed to pull the fabric of her blouse down over her thighs, the material clinging to her like a second skin. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat that had taken up residence between her legs. Her thong was soaked, a silent testament to her body's traitorous response to their humiliation.

Mark lay sprawled on the floor, his cheek pressed against the cold, unforgiving tiles, the taste of failure and embarrassment coating his mouth. Rohit's hand, warm and firm, grasped his wrist, and with surprising strength for a man who had spent the better part of the previous evening indulging in libations, began to pull him upright. The act of assistance was not one of kindness or camaraderie but rather a silent signal to the others in the room that the stage was set for the next act of their twisted play. As Mark's body unfolded from its awkward position, his eyes remained locked on Jenn, whose own gaze was a mix of shock and betrayal. Her hand clutched the fabric of her blouse, desperately trying to shield herself from their hungry stares. Yet, even in this moment of vulnerability, she was a picture of beauty and poise, her legs, now bare and exposed, showcasing the exquisite curve of her hips and the enticing swell of her ass, the thong a mere sliver of yellow that barely contained the secret it was meant to protect.

In the midst of the conference room's stunned silence, Mark's foot shot out pretending to stand and fall again , a clumsy gesture that seemed as if he was trying to regain his balance. His hand, however, had a mind of its own, reaching out for the one thing that could save him from the embarrassment of falling in front of his colleagues: the thin strip of yellow fabric that was the waistband of Jenn's thong. His fingertips grazed it, and with a swift, almost imperceptible tug, he pulled it down. The elastic snapped against her skin, a sharp sound that seemed to echo in the suddenly too-quiet space.

Jenn gasped as the thong gave way, the fabric sliding down her thighs and exposing her to the hungry gazes of the men around her. She had chosen the thong to feel a bit naughty under her professional attire, but she had never imagined it would become the center of attention in such a mortifying way. The coolness of the room's air brushed against her now-bare skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

The fabric of the thong slithered down, revealing the dark patch of hair between her legs and the crevice of her ass, a stark contrast to the rest of her impeccable appearance. Her legs remained frozen in place, the muscles refusing to move as if paralyzed by the horror of the moment. The room's air felt thick with tension, and she could almost feel the heat of their stares, their eyes devouring her, making her feel like a piece of meat on display.

Jenn's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and anger. Her mind raced, trying to find a way to salvage her dignity, to regain the power that had been so cruelly sn*tched from her. She stepped back, attempting to pull the fabric of her blouse down to cover herself, but her legs remained trapped by the skirt that now lay in a pool at her feet. The blouse was too short, the material clinging to her like a second skin, revealing the top of her thighs and the bottom of her ass as she stepped out of her skirt.

Jenn's world had tilted on its axis, spinning into a vortex of embarrassment and mortification. The skirt that had once been a bastion of her professional dignity now lay at her feet, a crumpled mess of fabric that whispered of her newfound vulnerability. Her hands, once steady and confident, now flew to cover her pussy and butt in a desperate attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes of her colleagues. Yet, the act of trying to conceal herself only served to draw more attention to her exposed flesh, the dark hairs of her mons pubis peeking out like a secret garden unveiled.

The men's eyes were glued to the sight, a symphony of desire and disbelief playing out across their faces. The silence was so profound, it seemed to echo through the very marrow of her bones, amplifying the thud of her racing heart. Her breath hitched in her throat, the air around her feeling thick and suffocating, as if she were drowning in a sea of male lust and spite.

With trembling legs, she sank to the floor, her body curling into a protective ball. The cold tiles sent a chill through her, a stark contrast to the heat that blazed in her cheeks. Her hands, once a bastion of modesty, had become a prison, trapping her in a pose that simultaneously shielded and displayed her most intimate parts. Her mind reeled, trying to process the rapid descent from poised professional to a trembling, exposed mess.





As she sat there, trying to gather her shattered dignity, Rohit's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Well, well," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Looks like someone forgot their panties." The room erupted in forced laughter, a chorus of hyena-like sounds that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel their gazes on her, the weight of their stares a palpable presence that seemed to sear her skin. The men's eyes were everywhere, drinking in the sight of her bare thighs, the curve of her ass, the dark triangle of hair that framed her exposed pussy.
With a smug smile playing on his lips, Rohit sauntered over to where the skirt and thong lay in a crumpled mess. He picked them up with a dramatic flourish, holding them aloft like a trophy hunter displaying his conquest. The fabric, once a symbol of Jenn's control and dominance, now dangled from his fingers like the lifeless tail of a defeated animal.

"Look what we have here," Rohit announced, his voice echoing through the conference room. "It seems our dear VP forgot to dress for success this morning." He turned to the other men, his grin widening. "Or perhaps she wanted to show us all just what she had to offer to get ahead."

Jenn's eyes narrowed, the humiliation burning in her chest like a hot coal. She knew what he was implying, the slur that had been thrown around in whispers and hushed tones for months. That she had slept her way to the top, that she was nothing but a pretty face with no brains. But she had worked hard for her position, had earned every promotion and accolade. The injustice of his words fueled her anger, even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

As Rohit held the scrap of yellow fabric up for everyone to see, he began to describe her in vivid, explicit detail. His words painted a picture of a woman who had unwittingly become the object of their depraved fascination, her body laid bare for their perusal like a feast to be devoured. The fabric, once a scrap of innocence, now a symbol of their twisted triumph, fluttered in the conference room's air-conditioned breeze, a mocking reminder of the power they now wielded over her.

"Look at this," Rohit said, his voice a purr of victory as he held up the thong. "So tiny, so... revealing." His eyes scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge him. "It's like she wanted us to see her like this."

Jenn's heart raced, the blood thundering in her ears as she tried to keep her composure. She felt a strange mix of fear and anger, her mind a maelstrom of thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her. The fabric of her blouse, once a comforting shield, now felt like a prison, clinging to her body and betraying her every curve. She could feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to the body's traitorous response to the situation.

The men leaned in, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and contempt as Rohit continued his narrative. He spoke as if she weren't in the room, as if she were nothing more than an exhibit in a museum of his own making.

"Her ass," he began, his eyes tracing the path of her bare cheeks. "It's like two ripe melons, just waiting to be squeezed."

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her, a physical weight that seemed to press down on her shoulders. The fabric of her blouse clung to her breasts, the lace of her bra clearly visible through the thin material.

"And her pussy," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's like a treasure trove, hidden behind that dark curtain of hair."

Jenn's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and arousal, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She couldn't believe the words coming out of Rohit's mouth, couldn't believe that she was sitting here, exposed and humiliated, in front of her colleagues.

"And those tits," Mark chimed in, his eyes greedily drinking her in. "They're begging to be released from that bra."

“Take of that shirt of yours. We all want to see those melons” Rohit said.

“Stop it. Give me my clothes back. “ Jenn shouted

Rohit was not in the mood for that. He walked next to Jenn from behind.

That morning, Jen decided to keep two of the top shirt buttons unbuttoned and open for her looks. It was a perfect look for her in the morning. However, this have changed now.

Rohit held on both side of her shirt, and pulled in really hard upwards. Jenn’s hands flew on the air, and shirt came all the way out, exposing her lacy bra. Rohit did the same with her bra, exposing her melons to the whole room.

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The other men murmured in agreement, their eyes locked on the swell of her breasts, the fabric straining against the lace. She felt the urge to cover herself, to hide from their leering stares, but she knew that would only give them more satisfaction.

Dave leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her breasts. "I bet they're just as firm and round as they look," he said, licking his lips. "Perfect handfuls."

The room was a cocoon of lust, the walls closing in around her. She could feel the tension in the air, the electricity of their desire. Her body was a battleground, and she was losing the war.

"Look at her," Rohit said, his voice a mix of disgust and fascination. "Sitting there like a little sl*t."

The words stung, cutting through her like a knife. But she remained still, her eyes locked on the floor, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Well, well, well," Rohit said, his voice thick with sarcasm as he threw Jen's skirt, shirt, bra and thong across the room. "It seems like someone's been a naughty little secretary."

Jen's eyes snapped up, her cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She had always prided herself on her professional demeanor, and now she was sitting in a room full of her colleagues with her bare ass on display. "What the hell are you doing?" she spat out.

"Oh, come now," Rohit smirked, "don't be shy. We're all adults here. Besides, I think we've all been waiting to see what's been hiding under those stuffy business clothes of yours."

Jen's jaw tightened, her eyes flicking between the three men. Mark and Dave were both trying to play it cool, their expressions a mix of surprise and excitement. They had clearly been in on the plan.

"Get up," Rohit ordered, his voice firm. "Let's see how well you can manage without your armor."

Reluctantly, Jen stood, her hands immediately flying to cover her exposed pussy.





She could feel her heart racing, her palms sweaty against her skin.



"Good girl," Rohit said, his voice low and patronizing. "Now, let's get a better look at you."



"What do you want from me?" Jen demanded, her voice shaking.



Rohit stepped closer, his eyes raking over her body. "Oh, I think you know," he said, his breath hot against her neck. "We all know what you're good for."



Jen took a step back, her eyes flashing. "You're disgusting," she spat.

With that, Mark took a step behind her, his hand reaching out to touch her butt. The sensation was electric, a violation that sent a shiver down her spine. Jen's instinct was to recoil, to protect herself from his roaming hand, but she was paralyzed with fear and shock.

Her eyes grew wide as his fingers splayed over her cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She could feel his heat, the evidence of his arousal pressing against her.


"What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to push his hand away.



But it was too late. Mark's touch had sent a wave of arousal crashing through her, and she could feel her body responding in ways she never thought possible. Her pussy grew wet, the fabric of her blouse sticking to her skin as if it were painted on.



"Look what we've got here," Mark said, his voice thick with lust. "A little wildcat."

Jenn's hands flew to her ass, trying to cover herself, but the damage was done.






The room was a tableau of shocked expressions and lecherous stares as the men took in the sight of Jen's bare pussy, the dark thatch of hair stark against her light-skinned thighs.



Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, the crimson stain reaching down to her neck as she struggled to cover herself with trembling hands.

"Oh, don't be shy now," Rohit taunted, his eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "You've got nothing to hide from us, do you?"



"This isn't funny," Jen managed to say, her voice shaking with a mix of humiliation and anger. "Someone's going to get fired for this."



"Oh, I don't think so," Rohit chuckled darkly. "I think you're the one who's in trouble here, Jen."

Mark and Dave exchanged glances, their eyes betraying a mix of arousal and anxiety. They had gone along with Rohit's plan for the thrill of it, but now that Jen was actually exposed before them, they weren't sure what to do next.


"Let's see if those legs of yours are as tight as they look," Rohit continued, taking a step closer.



"Stay away from me," Jen warned, her voice low and dangerous.

"Or what?" Rohit sneered, reaching out to touch her thigh. His fingers grazed the soft, bare skin, sending a jolt of both fear and unwanted pleasure through her body.

"I'll scream," she threatened, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape or an ally.

"Go ahead," Rohit said, his hand moving closer to her pussy. "But I think we all know who'll be believed in this scenario."



Jen's mind raced as she felt his finger trace the edge of her panties, the fabric now lying around her ankles. She knew he was right; she had played by the rules, kept her distance, and now she was paying the price for their spitefulness.



"Please, stop," she pleaded, her voice a bare whisper.

"Why should we?" Mark said, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer. "You've been teasing us with those curves for too long."

"It's not like you haven't enjoyed the view before," Dave added with a leer, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

Their words were like a slap in the face, jolting her out of her fear. "You're all disgusting," she spat, her eyes flashing. "How dare you?"

"Dare us?" Rohit chuckled. "You're the one sitting here half-nude, Jen. You're the one who forgot to wear panties today."

The men's laughter echoed in the room, a taunting reminder of her vulnerability. Jen felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she refused to let them see her cry.



"Fine," she said, her voice shaking. "Do what you want. Just get it over with."

The room grew silent as Rohit's hand hovered over her pussy, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her labia. The anticipation was almost tangible, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and their desire.

"Look at her," Rohit said, his voice a mix of amazement and disgust. "Already wet for us."

The two other men leaned in, their eyes hungry as they took in the sight. Jen felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, her body betraying her as she grew wetter under their gaze.

"Let's not keep them waiting," Mark said, his voice low and eager.

With that, Rohit pushed two of his fingers into Jen's pussy, causing her to gasp in shock. The intrusion was sudden and unwelcome, a violation that made her legs wobble.

"Looks like she's enjoying it," Dave murmured, his eyes never leaving her face.

Jen's eyes squeezed shut, willing herself to not give them the satisfaction of seeing her pain. But the sensation was undeniable, a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome pleasure that washed over her like a warm wave.

"You like that, don't you?" Rohit whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"No," Jen ground out, but the tremble in her voice belied her words.

The three men laughed again, a chorus of cruel mirth that echoed through the conference room. Jen felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she remained stoic, her eyes locked on Rohit's hand as it moved between her legs. She knew she had to find a way out of this, had to regain control, but every thought was muddled by the sensations coursing through her body.

"Come on, Jen," Rohit coaxed, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You know you want this."

"Don't be so sure," Jen bit back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Oh, but we are," Mark said, his hand reaching out to cup her breast through her blouse. "Look at you, all flushed and wet for us."

Jen's eyes snapped to Mark's hand, her breath hitching as his thumb circled her nipple. The fabric of her blouse grew damp with her arousal, the lacy bra doing little to conceal her body's traitorous response.

"Get off me," she managed to say, her voice a mere whisper.

"Or what?" Rohit challenged, his fingers moving faster now, stroking the wetness of her pussy. "You're not going anywhere, not until we're done."

The room felt like it was spinning, the walls closing in around her. She could feel their eyes on her, the weight of their lust pressing down on her shoulders.

"I'll... I'll report you," she threatened, though the words lacked conviction.

"To whom?" Rohit asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your husband? He'll just be happy you're getting some action, even if it's not from him."

The mention of her husband sent a fresh wave of anger through Jen. These men, these colleagues she had trusted, had reduced her to this, a mere object of their depraved desires.

"Besides," Dave added, "we have video evidence of you 'enjoying' this. Who do you think they'll believe?"

The reality of the situation crashed down on her, a cold, hard slap of truth that left her feeling more exposed than the lack of fabric covering her body. They had thought of everything, planned every detail, leaving her with no escape.

"Please," Jen begged, her voice shaking. "Just stop."

But the men were too far gone, too lost in their own twisted games. Mark's hand had moved to the zipper of her blouse, his eyes never leaving her face as he slowly began to pull it down. The cool air hit her skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

"Look at her," Rohit said, his voice a low growl. "So desperate for it."

"You're pathetic," Jen spat, her eyes flashing.

But the insult only served to fuel their desire. Rohit's fingers delved deeper, finding the slickness of her arousal and using it to lubricate his invasive touch. Jen's body responded despite herself, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"See?" Rohit said, his voice a smug whisper. "You can't help yourself."

Jen's eyes remained fixed on the floor, her mind racing. She had to find a way to get out of this, to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because we can," Rohit replied, his hand moving to her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Because you think you're better than us. And now, you're going to learn your place."

Their eyes met, the power struggle palpable. Jen knew she had to find a way to regain the upper hand, to show them that she wasn't just a toy for their amusement.

"And what place is that?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear that pounded in her chest.

Rohit leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "On your knees," he whispered, "where you belong."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and something else, something darker and more primal. For a moment, she considered playing along, using their own twisted games against them. But the thought of succumbing to their will was too much to bear.

"I'll never be like that," Jen said through clenched teeth, her eyes never leaving Rohit's, her voice filled with a determination that was as palpable as the arousal between her legs. "Never."

Rohit smirked, his grip on her chin tightening. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his other hand sliding down to cup her pussy.

"Let go of me," Jen demanded, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.

"Make us," Rohit said, his voice a challenge.

The room was a cocoon of tension, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the men and the rustle of fabric as Mark and Dave moved closer. Jen's mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape, to fight back.

"Look, she's begging for it," Mark said, his eyes glued to the sight of Rohit's hand between her legs.

"I'm not begging," Jen snarled, her pride refusing to let them see the truth.

But the truth was, she was, in a way. Her body was begging for release, for the sweet oblivion that their touch could bring. The humiliation was a knife in her gut, but the desire was a fire in her veins, burning hotter with every touch.

"Yes, you are," Rohit whispered, his thumb finding her clit and pressing down firmly. Jen's hips bucked involuntarily, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Fuck," she breathed, the curse a prayer and a plea.

The men's eyes gleamed as they watched her, their faces a study in hunger and triumph.

"See?" Rohit said, his voice smug. "You're just like the rest of them."

Jen's eyes narrowed, her chin tilting up in defiance. "I am nothing like you," she said, her voice strong despite the tremor of pleasure that rolled through her.

"Oh, but you will be," Rohit promised, his thumb moving in a slow, torturous circle. "You'll be our little sl*t, won't you?"

The words were like a slap, but instead of pain, they brought a rush of wetness to her pussy. Jen hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the dark thrill that raced through her at his words.

"No," she said, her voice shaking. "I won't."

"We'll see about that," Rohit said, his eyes dark with lust. "We'll see just how much you can take."

The men began to strip, their clothes falling to the floor in a messy heap, their erections jutting out like weapons of war. Jen's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing.

"You can't do this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Oh, but we can," Mark said, his voice thick with desire as he stepped closer. "And we will."

Dave moved in on her other side, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "You're going to love it," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Jen's body was a battleground of emotions: fear, anger, and a traitorous lust that grew stronger with every passing second. She knew she had to fight, had to find a way out of this, but the three men closed in around her, their touches growing more insistent, more demanding.

Rohit's hand left her pussy, only to be replaced by his mouth. Jen's eyes rolled back in her head as he licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds. The sensation was overwhelming, her body betraying her once again.

"Look at her," Mark said, his voice a mix of amazement and disgust. "She's loving it."

Jen couldn't deny it. The pleasure was intense, a white-hot heat that spread through her, making her legs quiver.

"Please," she whimpered, not sure if she was begging for them to stop or to keep going.

Their laughter was like a symphony of evil, each note striking a chord deep within her, making her feel more exposed than ever. "Look at her, Rohit," Mark said with a wicked grin, pointing at her bare pussy, which was now on full display thanks to the skirt around her ankles. "Her pussy's like a jungle down there."

"I can see why you didn't want to wear panties, Jen," Dave quipped, his eyes glued to her unshaven mound. "It's like you were asking for it."

Their words cut through her like a knife, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she took a step back, her bare ass pressing against the cold glass of the conference room window. "You're all disgusting," she said, her voice a mix of revulsion and resentment.

Rohit's eyes narrowed, his fingers still working her wetness. "You liked it when I was the one in charge," he said, his voice a low growl. "But now, the tables have turned."

"Fuck you," Jen spat, her eyes flashing.

Rohit smirked, standing to his full height. "No, Jen," he said, his voice cold. "You're going to fuck us."

The men moved closer, their eyes on her exposed pussy like predators eyeing their prey. Jen felt a shiver of fear, but she didn't let it show. "I'd rather die," she said, her voice shaking.

"Oh, you'll do it," Rohit said, his confidence unshaken. "Because if you don't, we'll make sure everyone sees this."

He pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up the room with its harsh glow. Jen's eyes went wide with horror as she realized he had been recording the whole thing.

"You wouldn't," she whispered, her voice a plea.

"Try me," Rohit said, the challenge clear in his eyes.

The weight of the situation pressed down on her, a crushing force that made it hard to breathe. She knew she had to get out of here, had to get away from them. But how?

"You're all pathetic," Jen said, her voice filled with contempt. "I'm not going to be a part of your sick little games."

The men's smirks fell away, their expressions turning serious.

"You don't have a choice," Mark said, his voice cold.

"You're going to suck our cocks," Dave added, his voice filled with a lust that made Jen's skin crawl.

"And if you're a good girl," Rohit said, his thumb still circling her clit, "we might even let you keep your job."

Jen felt a tear slip down her cheek, the weight of their words crushing her spirit. But she wouldn't give in, she couldn't.

"Never," she said, her voice strong despite her fear.

The men's eyes glinted with malice as they moved closer, their hands reaching for her, eager to claim their prize. Jen knew she had to act fast. She pushed away from the window, her bare legs giving her the speed she needed.

"You're making a mistake," she said, her voice a warning as she dashed towards the conference room door.

But they didn't care. They were too consumed by their lust, too determined to have her.

"Get her," Rohit barked, his voice echoing through the room.

Jen felt a hand grab her arm, but she wrenched free, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she couldn't outrun them, but she had to try.

"You can't do this," she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls.

But the men were relentless, their grip on her arms tightening as they dragged her back to the table.

"We can and we will," Mark said, his voice a dark promise.

Dave moved to her other side, his hand reaching for her face, his thumb pressing against her bottom lip. "Open up," he demanded, his voice thick with lust.

Jen's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew she had to choose her battles. She parted her lips, the taste of his thumb a bitter pill to swallow.

"Good girl," Rohit murmured, his voice a dark caress as he stepped back to let Mark and Dave take over.

Mark leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You know you want this, Jen."

Jen's eyes never left his, her gaze a mix of fury and disgust. "Make me," she dared, the challenge clear in her tone.

The men's chuckles were a dark symphony of triumph. Mark stepped behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders, pushing her down. "Oh, we'll make you," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck.

As Mark held her in place, Dave took the opportunity to spread her cheeks, exposing her tight, untouched asshole to the room's cool air. "Look at this," he said, his voice filled with lust. "It's like a little secret, just waiting to be revealed."

Jenn felt a finger probe at her entrance, the sensation foreign and unwelcome. She clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding together as she forced herself not to scream.

"Relax, baby," Rohit said, his voice a sneer. "You're going to love it."

"I'll never love this," she spat, her eyes never leaving his.

Rohit's smirk grew wider. "We'll see about that."

He took his cock in hand, stroking it slowly, the veins standing out in stark relief against the skin. Jen's eyes followed the motion, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, of revenge.

"Take it," Mark ordered, his voice low and menacing. "Take it like the sl*t you are."

The words were a slap in the face, but she knew she had to play along. With a resigned sigh, she opened her mouth, the taste of defeat bitter on her tongue.

Rohit's cock slid in, the thickness of him filling her mouth, the taste of him overwhelming. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on the feel of Mark's finger at her asshole, the way it circled and probed, pushing past the resistance of her body.

Dave's hand found her clit again, his fingers working her in a rhythm that was anything but gentle. The pleasure was unwelcome, a traitor to the rage that burned within her.

"Look how eager she is," Mark said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

Jenn's eyes remained on Rohit's, her hands reaching behind her to push back against Mark's, urging him deeper, the need to take back some semblance of control overwhelming.

As she took Rohit's length in her mouth, Mark's finger breached her ass, sliding in with surprising ease. The sensation was strange, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before.

"Good girl," Rohit murmured, his hips moving in time with her mouth.

The room spun around her, the sounds of their grunts and moans mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth and Mark's finger in her ass. The smell of their lust was thick in the air, a musky scent that made her stomach clench.

But she didn't stop, couldn't stop. Her body had taken over, the need to come more pressing than the need to maintain her dignity.

"Look at her," Mark said, his voice strained with his own desire. "She's going to cum just from my finger in her ass."

The words were a taunt, a challenge, and she took it. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening around Mark's digit as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

"You like that, don't you?" Dave's voice was a whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Jenn couldn't answer, her mouth too full of Rohit's cock. But her body spoke for her, her hips rocking back and forth as she took them both, desperately seeking release.

"Oh, fuck," Mark groaned, his finger moving faster. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?"

The pressure built within her, a storm ready to break. Her eyes watered, her throat burned, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took Rohit deeper, her teeth scraping against his shaft as she choked on him.

And then it hit her, the orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. Her body bucked and convulsed, her asshole clenching around Mark's finger as she came hard, her mouth still full of Rohit's cock. The men watched with rapt attention, their own arousal growing as they witnessed her unwilling climax.

"Fuck," Rohit groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Look at her, she's a fucking nympho."

Jenn felt a tear slip down her cheek as she swallowed the salty taste of his cum, her own body's betrayal a bitter pill to swallow. But she wasn't done yet. Her mind was racing, trying to find a way to turn the tables on them, to somehow regain control of the situation.

"Look what you've done to her," Mark said, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and disgust. "You're a natural, Rohit."

"It's all thanks to you two," Rohit said, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. "Now, who's next?"

Dave stepped forward, his cock in hand. "I want a taste of that sweet ass," he said, licking his lips.

Jenn's heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her cool exterior. "You think you can just use me like this?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.

"We already have," Mark said, his grip on her shoulders tightening. "Now, it's just a matter of how much you're going to let us."

Dave's cock hovered over her exposed asshole, the tip glistening with precum. She felt the head of his cock press against her, the pressure building.

"No," she whispered, her voice a plea. "Please."

But the men didn't listen. They were too far gone, too lost in their own lust. The head of Dave's cock breached her, the pain searing through her as he pushed inside.

"Oh, fuck," Dave groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "So tight."

Jenn's eyes watered as she felt herself being stretched to the limits. But she couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her lips, the feeling of fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

"Look at her face," Mark said, his voice filled with glee. "She loves it."

Jenn's cheeks burned with humiliation as she felt Dave's cock slide deeper, filling her in a way she had never been filled before. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the pleasure from her earlier orgasm mingling with the pain of Dave's relentless assault on her ass.

"Please," she whispered again, not sure if she was begging for them to stop or to go harder.

But the men didn't care about her pleas. They had what they wanted, and they were going to take it, no matter the cost to her dignity.

"Look at her ass," Rohit said, his eyes on the sight of Dave's cock disappearing between her cheeks. "It's like it's begging for more."

Jenn's eyes found Mark's in the reflection of the window, her gaze a silent plea for mercy. But all she saw was a mirror of the same dark lust that consumed the others.

"It's your turn," Mark said, his voice a dark promise.

And with that, he stepped back, revealing her exposed asshole to the room. The humiliation was complete, the men's eyes on her most intimate area as Dave continued to fuck her, his strokes growing more powerful with each passing second.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, the only other noise the occasional moan from Jen's tightly pursed lips. The men's eyes were glued to the sight, their cocks hard with excitement.

"You're going to be our little office sl*t," Mark said, his voice a growl. "Everyone's going to know how much you love it."

The words were a knife to her soul, but Jen couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her as she felt their eyes on her, watching her body's reaction to their depraved desires.

"You can't do this," Jen whimpered, her eyes darting around the room for any sign of salvation. But the only faces she saw were those of her colleagues, their expressions a blend of arousal and amusement.

"Oh, but we can," Rohit said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched Dave pound into her. "And we will."

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythm that matched the beating of Jen's racing heart. Her cheeks were flushed, her body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure. She felt Mark's hand on her ass, his fingers tracing the delicate skin around her asshole, his touch a taunting reminder of their plan.

"You're going to be our dirty little secret," Mark whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Every time you walk down the hallway, every time you sit in that big boss chair, everyone will know what a sl*t you are."

The words sent a shiver down Jen's spine, her pussy clenching around Dave's cock. She hated them for it, hated herself for the way her body was responding.

"Look how much she's enjoying it," Rohit said, his eyes gleaming. "Her ass is practically begging for more."

Jen's eyes met Rohit's in the reflection of the window, and she knew he was right. Despite her protests, despite her fear, she could feel her body betraying her, her ass clenching around Dave's cock in a silent demand for more.

"Fuck her harder," Rohit ordered, his eyes never leaving hers.

Dave obliged, his hips moving faster, the slap of his cock against her flesh echoing through the room. Jen's eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to spill out.

"No," she whispered, her voice a barely audible protest.

But the men were relentless. Mark's hand moved to her clit, his thumb pressing down firmly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help it; she moaned, the sound a mix of pain and arousal.

"You see?" Mark said, his voice a smug purr. "You love it."

Jen's eyes flew open, and she glared at him in the reflection. "I hate you," she spat, the words barely more than a breath.

"But your body doesn't," Mark said, his thumb moving in circles now, his eyes on her clit as it swelled beneath his touch. "Your body loves this."

The pressure was building again, the pleasure mixing with the pain in a toxic cocktail that threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cum, but she couldn't fight it.

"Fuck," Dave grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "I'm going to cum."

"In her ass," Rohit said, his voice a command.

Dave nodded, his eyes never leaving Jen's face as he pushed deep, his cock pulsing inside her. Jen felt the warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation a final, degrading violation.

But she wasn't done. Not yet. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned her head to look at Rohit. "You're next," she said, her voice a challenge.

The smirk on his face grew wider. "I can't wait," he said, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking it in time with Dave's thrusts.

As Dave pulled out, Rohit stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her still-exposed asshole. "You're going to take this like a champ," he said, his voice a dark promise.

Jen's eyes never left his as she felt him push inside, the pain sharp and intense. She bit her lip, her nails digging into the conference room table.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

Jen gritted her teeth, the pressure building again. She could feel the men's eyes on her, watching her take it, watching her struggle to maintain control. It was then that she had an idea. If she was going to be their plaything, she would make them want more, make them crave her.

"You know, Rohit," she panted, her voice strained with effort, "you're not the only one who can enjoy this."

Rohit paused, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

With a sly smile, Jen looked over her shoulder at the group of men gathered around the conference room. "Why don't you invite some more colleagues to try it out?"

The room fell silent, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of Rohit's body against hers. Then, slowly, the men began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glancing at one another, weighing the implications of her words.

"You're serious?" Rohit asked, his voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

Jen nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "The more, the merrier."

The air in the room changed, the tension palpable as the men began to consider her offer. Some looked away, uncomfortable with the turn of events, while others grew more eager, their eyes darkening with desire.

Rohit chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening. "Alright, who's next?"

A few brave souls stepped forward, their cocks already hard and leaking with anticipation. Jen felt a strange sense of power as she watched them, knowing she had the ability to make them want her, even in this moment of degradation.

One by one, they took their turn, filling her ass while the others watched, their hands roaming her body, their mouths whispering filthy words of encouragement. She took them all, her body responding despite herself, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

The men were rough, their hands leaving bruises on her skin, their teeth marks on her neck. Yet, with each one that took her, Jen felt a strange thrill, a sense of control over her own humiliation. She was the one who had invited them to share in her degradation, and they were all too eager to oblige.

As the last man pulled out, leaving her ass feeling used and sore, Jen pushed herself up from the table, her legs wobbly beneath her. Jen walked slowly to her skirt and thong. Her ass and pussy wet with cum and sweat. She bent down to grab her skirt and thong, exposing the cum filled ass to everyone.

“I am going to the restroom to clean up” Jen said.

“We have plenty of napkins here” Rohit said.

"Clean up, Jen," Rohit said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He tossed a wad of napkins from the nearby dispenser.

Her hands trembled as she caught them, the rough paper a stark contrast to the silky fabric of her earlier dignity. She took a deep breath, willing herself to maintain her poise as she bent over to pick up her discarded skirt and panties. The napkins felt cold against her skin, a harsh reminder of her new reality.

"Let's go," Mark said, his eyes glinting with malicious excitement. "We've got work to do."

"Yeah, we don't have all day for this," Dave added, his tone one of mock disappointment.

Jenn took the napkins and began to wipe herself, standing there naked before them, her dignity in tatters. Her ass burned from the rough treatment it had received, and she couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her as she tried to clean the cum from her body.

"Use your mouth," Rohit suggested, his voice low and commanding.

Jenn's eyes snapped up to meet his, a flash of rebellion in her gaze. "What?"

"You heard me," he said, his smile cold and cruel. "Use your mouth to clean up."

Her colleagues looked at each other, the challenge in his voice unmistakable. They were expecting her to comply, to perform for them, to complete her transformation into their office wh*r*.

With a resigned sigh, she leaned over the conference table, her breasts pressing against the cool wood. She took the napkin in her mouth, her cheeks flaming with shame as she began to clean herself. The men watched, their eyes glued to the erotic spectacle she had become.

"That's a good girl," Mark murmured, his hand reaching out to caress her hip.

Jenn flinched at his touch but didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, the bitter taste of her own submission a sour note in her mouth.

As she stood, the napkin now a soggy mess, she felt their eyes on her, devouring every inch of her exposed skin. She knew she had to get away, had to find a way to regain control.

"I'm going to the restroom," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and defeat.

"Why bother?" Rohit said with a laugh. "You're just going to get messy again."

Rohit's voice was a seductive purr in her ear as he spoke, "Jenn, darling, why don't you put that skirt back on? And the blouse. You look absolutely scrumptious in it."

Her eyes met his in the mirror, a mix of anger and resentment flaring within her, "Why? So you all can just rip it off again?"

"Now, now," he chuckled, his hand reaching around to cup her bare breast, "we wouldn't do that. Not in front of everyone. But we do need you to look presentable for the rest of the meeting."

The other men nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with excitement as they watched her struggle with her clothing. The bra and thong, now crumpled on the floor, were picked up by Mark and Dave. They held them up, examining the damp fabric with greedy eyes before stuffing them into their pockets, claiming them as their personal trophies.

"Keep those," Rohit said with a smug smile. "A little something to remember her by."

Jenn's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she slipped the skirt back over her hips, feeling the elastic snap back into place. The blouse followed, hiding her bruised nipples but doing nothing to cover the marks on her neck. She knew that under the table, her thighs were still sticky with cum, a constant reminder of what had just transpired.

"Perfect," Mark said, his eyes lingering on her as she tugged the skirt down, the fabric clinging to her skin. "Now, let's get back to business."

The meeting resumed, but the air was thick with tension, the men's eyes straying to her every few minutes. Her pussy throbbed with a need she didn't understand, the pain of the previous encounter melding with a newfound hunger for more.

"So, Jen," Rohit began, his voice casual, as if the events of the past few minutes had never occurred, "what are your thoughts on the new software integration?"

Her mind raced as she tried to compose herself, the fabric of the blouse sticking to her skin. "I think it's a strong move," she managed, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "It'll streamline our processes and increase efficiency."

The conversation continued, the men occasionally throwing glances at her, their thoughts anything but professional. Jen felt like a piece of meat on display, her every movement scrutinized, her every breath a silent invitation.

Jen took a deep breath and pushed her chair back, the sound echoing through the conference room like a gunshot. "I need a break," she said, her voice tight with unshed emotion. "I'll be back in a bit."

"Take your time," Rohit said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll be here."

The men watched as she gathered her things and walked out of the room, her head held high despite her shaking legs. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, the room erupted into whispers and laughter.

In the restroom, Jen leaned against the cool tiles, her body trembling as she tried to process what had just happened. She could feel the cum dripping down her legs, the sticky mess a stark reminder of her new status. With trembling hands, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, trying to wash away the memory of their touch.

In the afternoon the men continued to humiliate her little by little. Not as painful or degrading as in the morning. Jenn had always been the picture of professionalism, but today was different. The whispers had begun as soon as she had walked into the conference room, the men's eyes lingering on her exposed ass, their smirks and knowing glances a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret.

As she stood before the board, her hand hovering over the marker, Mark couldn't resist the urge to pull her skirt down once more, the elastic band snapping against her skin with a sound that seemed to echo through the room.

"Mark!" Jen exclaimed, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "What are you doing?"

"Just admiring the view," he quipped, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the men waited for her reaction. Jen felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, her pussy clenching around the emptiness left by Dave's cock.

"Keep your hands to yourself," she hissed, trying to pull the skirt back up.

But Mark was faster. He stepped closer, his hand caressing the bare flesh of her thigh before it reached its destination. His thumb brushing against her still-sensitive asshole.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe we should make this a regular thing."

Jen gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the way her body was responding. "This isn't a game," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Rohit stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "But it could be," he said, his hand joining Mark's on her ass. "Think of the possibilities."

The other men in the room leaned in, their eyes ravenous as they took in the sight of their VP, half-dressed and at their mercy.

"I can't," she said, her voice trembling. "I have a family."

"And we have needs," Mark said, his voice a silky threat. "Don't you want to help us out?"

Jen's mind raced as she weighed her options. She could fight them, scream for help, but she knew the repercussions that would follow. Her career would be in tatters, her reputation destroyed. Or she could give in, play along, and find some way to turn the tables on them.

Mark chuckled, kissed her ass and pulled her skirt back up, the fabric sliding over her skin like a lover's caress. "Let's get back to work," he said, his hand lingering on her thigh.

Jen turned to face the board, her hand shaking slightly as she began to outline the day's agenda. The men watched her, their eyes hungry, their cocks hardening in their pants. They knew she was theirs now, their little secret to share and enjoy.

These incidents continued throughout the afternoon. Men will occasionally come close to her. Play with her body and then go back to the seat. Anytime she stood up, someone would pull down her skirt, and touch her asshole or pussy. Everyone in the conference room knew she was wearing nothing inside and would not resist because of the video they made.

Once the meeting was over, the team decided to go out for dinner. Jen wanted to get back to her hotel and take a bath, to wash away the filth and forget about the day.

“I am taking an uber to the hotel,” Jen said.

Now that the conference room is opened, Rohit acted politely.

“Please come with us. Join us for dinner” Rohit said

“Unless you want to spend the night youtubing for certain videos” .. Rohit said

Jenn knew what he meant. She agreed to go with them. After all, it is a public place.

“Let me go to the restroom and join you in the parking lot” Jenn said

“Or we can go straight to the parking lot and use the nature” Rohit laughed

“Stop it!! “ Jenn walked towards the conference room door

“Youtube it is then” Rohit said

Jenn stalled and turned around. She was holding down her pee the whole afternoon, as that would be another matter for the guys to make fun.

All four of them walked to the parking lot. The car was parked at the far end of the parking lot.

All the men opened the car door and got inside. Jen also got in the back seat.

“I though you want to do some business” Rohit said

“Not anymore. :Lets go” Jen said

“Well, we cant go when you are desperate to pee” Rohit said.

Rohit's smirk grew wider as he looked at her, the heat of his gaze searing through the fabric of her skirt. "Come on, Jen," he coaxed, his voice a dark whisper of temptation. "We're all friends here. Just a little bit of fun before we head to dinner."

Her heart hammered in her chest, her bladder screaming for relief, but her pride was stubborn. "I said no," she gritted out, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, come on, Jen," Dave chimed in, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't be such a prude. We've all seen it before."

"That's different," she protested, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment. "We weren't in public then."

"But we're not in public now," Mark pointed out, gesturing to the empty parking lot. "It's just us."

Jenn took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I'll just go to the restroom when we get to the restaurant."

Rohit leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving hers in the rearview mirror. "Or," he began, "you can pee right here, next to the car."

Jenn's eyes went wide with shock. "What?"

"You heard me," he said, his voice a low rumble of command. "Pull over your skirt, squat down, and pee for us. It'll be quick, and then we can all get on with our night."

Her face was a mask of horror as she looked at each of her colleagues. "You can't be serious."

The men chuckled, their eyes glinting with the thrill of their newfound power. "Oh, but we are," Mark said, his hand sliding up her thigh.

Her body trembled with the effort of holding in her pee, the pressure building with every second that ticked by. Rohit's hand remained on the gearshift, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

"Do it," he said, his voice a soft, seductive order.

Jenn's hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she knew she had no choice.

As she was stepping down, Mark hold on to her skirt and said “this stays inside the car”

With a huff, she reached down and pulled down her skirt, exposing her bare pussy and ass to the cool night air. The men's eyes widened in anticipation as she stepped out of the car.

She pulled her legs out of the skirt and stepped out of the car.

"Squat down," Rohit instructed, his voice thick with lust. "We want to see everything."

Her legs trembled as she did as she was told, the gravel of the parking lot biting into her heels. She could feel the eyes of the men on her, their desire a palpable force in the small, enclosed space of the car.



"Good girl," Rohit murmured, his voice a caress. "Now, pee for us."



The sound of her pee hitting the ground was like a symphony of humiliation, the stream a declaration of her submission. The warmth spread down her legs, mixing with the sticky residue of earlier.



"Keep going," Rohit urged, his eyes never leaving the spot between her legs. "Let it all out."

Jenn bit her lip, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she did as she was told. The relief was immediate, the tension in her bladder easing as the pee continued to flow.

She had never felt more vulnerable, more exposed, than she did in that moment.

"Look at me," Mark said, his voice gruff.

Jenn's eyes snapped to his, finding his gaze fixed on her pussy as the pee continued to spray from her. She felt a strange thrill, a dark excitement building within her, despite the situation.

"Keep looking at me," he whispered, his hand moving to stroke his cock through his pants. "Look at what you do to me."

Their eyes locked as she continued to pee, the sound a rhythmic crescendo of shame and arousal. The men watched her, their faces a mix of amusement and desire.

After finishing up, Jen stood up, then got into the car. She sat inside the car bare bottom. Mark was still holding on to her skirt. The men made comments about her body and the day while they drove to the restaurant.

At that point Jenn knew that her office life is going to be all different from now. Rest of the night was not very eventful as they were all in a public place. Jenn sneaked out after an hour or so, went to the hotel, and got a clean bath. She watched some romcom on TV to take her mind out of what had happened that day.

The next day, Jenn was very prepared. She got ready for the office way earlier and got an uber to work, instead of sharing the rental with the guys. She decided to wear a white shirt and black office pants. Skirt was a problem the previous day as men found entertainment in pulling in up and down, then touching her butt and pussy. With pants that is not an option and she felt much safer.



After she arrived, she made sure that she got a seat more in the commanding position. After 45 minutes or so, everyone slowly came in and sat around the conference room. Even her team came in and everyone behaved like nothing had happened the previous day.

“Maybe they are all behaving professionally today” - Jenn thought to herself.

After the initial chit chat, Jenn stood up and walked towards the screen, which is projecting one of the slides they want to discuss that day. She start talking about the agenda.

“Wait.. before we get into the agenda, I have a video to show everyone” Rohit said.

Jenn was puzzled. Rohit plugged his phone in and it started projecting the video from last evening of Jenn getting out of the car and peeing on the parking lot, exposing her lower body to everyone.

“I thought we had an agreement to delete it” Jenn shouted

“Well.. what is the fun in that? Let's continue the fun. ” Rohit said

Jenn's heart skipped a beat as she watched Rohit's smug smile grow wider. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"It's simple, really," Rohit said, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You either take your pants off, or I'll play the video for everyone to see."

The room grew tense as the men held their breath, waiting for her response. Mark and Dave exchanged glances, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their excitement.

Jenn felt the color drain from her face as she realized the gravity of the situation. She had worked so hard to get where she was, to earn the respect she had within the company.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, turning to face the wall. She undid the button of her pants and began to slide them down, the fabric whispering against her skin as she exposed herself to the room.

"Slower," Rohit instructed, his voice thick with lust. "We want to savor the moment."

Her hands trembled as she continued to push her pants down, the fabric catching on her hips before finally pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them, her legs shaking slightly as she stood in front of the men in nothing but her blouse and red boy shorts.

The boy shorts that she carefully chose that morning to avoid any panty lines.








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"Now, the panty," Rohit said, his voice a soft command.

Jenn hesitated, her hands hovering over the scrap of fabric that was her last defense. She knew that once she removed it, there would be no turning back.

"Do it," Rohit urged, his eyes never leaving hers.

With a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid the panty down her legs, the lace caressing her skin like a lover's touch. She stepped out of it, feeling the cold air kiss her bare pussy.

The men's eyes devoured her, their gazes lingering on her exposed sex, the blush on her cheeks a stark contrast to the white of the fabric that clung to her curves.

"Good girl," Mark murmured, his hand reaching out to caress her ass. "Now, let's see what you've got."

Jenn flinched at his touch, but didn't pull away. She knew she had to play along if she wanted this to end without further embarrassment.

Rohit stepped closer, his hand sliding up her thigh, his thumb grazing her clit. "Mmm," he said, his voice a low growl. "Very nice."

"Stop," she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "This isn't what I signed up for."

But her protests fell on deaf ears. The men were too far gone, their desire for power and control over her too strong to be swayed by her words.

"Spread your legs," Dave said, his voice harsh.

Jenn did as she was told, the fabric of her blouse brushing against her inner thighs as she complied.

"Wider," Rohit instructed. "We want to see everything."

Her legs trembled as she spread them further apart, the room spinning around her as she tried to keep her balance.

"Now, play with yourself," Rohit said, his voice a dark promise. "We want to see you cum."

Jenn's eyes snapped to his, a mix of horror and anger. "I won't," she said firmly.

Rohit leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Do it," he whispered. "Or we'll make sure the video goes viral."

Her stomach churned at the thought of her family watching the humiliating scene that had unfolded in the conference room. With a defeated sigh, she slid her hand between her legs, her fingers trembling as she touched herself.

The men watched her, their eyes greedy, their cocks hardening in their pants. They had her right where they wanted her, and they weren't going to let her go without getting what they wanted.

As she began to rub her clit, the tension in the room grew, the air thick with the scent of arousal and power. She hated them for making her do this, but she hated herself more for the way her body was responding. Despite the humiliation, a spark of pleasure began to flicker within her, the pressure of the day's events building into a crescendo of desire.

"Look at her," Rohit said to Mark and Dave, his voice thick with satisfaction. "The mighty VP, reduced to a desperate little sl*t."

"You like this, don't you?" Mark sneered, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "You like being our little plaything."

Jenn bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. She could feel her pussy growing wet, a traitorous betrayal to the dignity she had fought so hard to maintain.

"Spread your cheeks," Rohit ordered, his voice a dark demand.

Her hands moved against her will, her fingers parting the soft folds of her sex to reveal the pinkness within. The cool air of the conference room hit her clit, sending a jolt of sensation through her body.

"That's it," Rohit said, his eyes never leaving her exposed pussy. "Now, let's see if you can make yourself cum for us."

The room grew silent, the only sound the soft slick of her fingers against her wetness. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the growing need within her. The pressure mounted, her breaths coming in quick gasps as she approached the edge.

"I can't," she said, her voice a whimper.

"Oh, I think you can," Mark said, his hand reaching out to cup her breast. "Let us help."

Their hands were on her then, Rohit's thumb pressing against her clit as Mark's fingers pinched her nipples. She was lost, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, drowning out the voice in her head screaming to stop.

Her orgasm was a silent scream, her body convulsing as she came for the men who had humiliated her. They watched her, their eyes glittering with triumph, their cocks straining against their pants.

"Very good," Rohit said, his voice a velvet purr. "Now, let's see if you can handle the real fun."

The men stood, their intent clear as they moved closer to her, their hands reaching for their own zippers.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of debasement and pleasure, a twisted dance of power and lust that left Jenn's mind reeling. She had never felt so used, so degraded, and yet so alive. The men took turns with her, using her body for their own satisfaction, their grunts and moans echoing through the hotel suite they had rented for the night.

The next day, as they all returned to the office, it was as if nothing had happened. The men greeted her with the same professional respect as always, the events of the previous evening buried beneath a veneer of polite banter. But she knew the truth, knew that they had claimed a piece of her that she could never get back.

At her desk, she found an email from Rohit, the subject line simply reading "Our Little Secret." Attached was a copy of the video, along with a note that read, "Remember, this stays between us. Unless..."

Jenn's stomach dropped as she realized the depth of their game. They had her trapped, their power over her complete. With a shaking hand, she deleted the email, the reality of her situation settling like a heavy weight on her shoulders.

But as she sat there, her cheeks flushing with shame, she also felt a strange thrill. They had seen her at her most vulnerable, had taken from her the one thing she had always kept private. And yet, she couldn't deny the way her body had responded to their touch, the way the humiliation had fueled her desire.

The office was the same, the work was the same, but she was different. The men had unlocked something within her, a dark, hungry part of herself that she didn't know existed. And as she stared at the computer screen, pretending to focus on the spreadsheets and emails, she knew that she was no longer just the VP of their department.

She was their secret, their toy, their little sl*t. And she wasn't sure if she hated it, or if she liked it just a little bit too much.