Sexual Work Environment

‘What the hell, Sarah? Why do you just come walking into the office making out with your wife, Becky? You know I work here, right?’ I thought, shooting them a dirty look.

Neither of them even acknowledged me and went into Sarah’s office a minute later. I sighed and tried to get my work done.

“I swear every time I see them just going at it like that, they infect me, so I can’t get shit done, but that floozy whines to me that I’m running behind. WTF, really? Is it a joke, or just a ploy to get me to freak out so she can fire me? I mean, tell me, so at least the mystery will go away.”

They gave me a few distraction-free minutes, but then they came back out there. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to keep my eyes off them, but of course, it was like trying to ignore a knife lodged in my gut. A minute later, Becky came to my desk and moved some stuff on my desk.

Then I watched her sit on it, facing away from me. “Hey, Sarah, Becky, what the hell? You’re sitting on my desk. Do you not realize that you’re not in your wife’s office now?”

“Hey, that’s my wife,” Sarah bitched, coming towards me. “You can’t talk to her like that.”

“Hey, Sarah, I may not have my own office here, but this is still my desk, though. Did you two get tired of making out and fucking in your office? This is my desk. Can’t you two at least respect my stuff? I fully realize this is your office, Sarah, but shit, come on, how much bullshit am I supposed to deal with here?” I griped, pushing my stuff back. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with this sexual work environment, and I’ve been more than patient with you, but I’m calling bullshit now.”

“Wait, don’t you like girls, though, Jill?” she pondered, coming toward me.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want to see you two making out all the time. Should I just consider myself lucky that you two don’t have sex out here? I swear if you lie and say you don’t have sex in your office, I’m gonna scream.”

“So, fucking what if I make out with my wife out here? As you said, this is my office, and I have the right to make out with her anywhere I damn well please,” Sarah made clear, setting her hands on my desk. “You didn’t pay for this desk; I did. You’re not the best worker, you know, so it’s not like you have a good work ethic to fall back on either, so I’d tread carefully with it if I were you. I think having to see us make out is a small price to pay for the money you make and the shitty job you do.”

“Well, Sarah, I might be able to work better if you didn’t make out all the time and moan at the top of your lungs too in there. I get it; Becky here knows what she’s doing down there; congrats, you hooked a whale instead of a fish, but that shouldn’t mean I have to pay the price, though. I should be able to work in a traditional work environment where I don’t have to see you two going at it and hearing it just outside that office right there either. Is that too much to ask, whether I’m the perfect office worker or not?” I groaned, before standing.

I looked at both of them, but didn’t work a word from either of them.

“What, am I just freaking out over nothing here? Is that how you see me? By the way, Sarah, your wife here had walked through here in just her bra and thong several times. I’ve never whined about that either, so really, do you think I’m just whiny?”

“I guess so, so I must say, either deal with the bullshit as you call it, or find another job. If I have to choose between being affectionate with Becky in the office or having you, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which will win. I can hire a hundred different people that would like to have your job.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and tried not to scream.

“Fuck it, I’m leaving,” I groaned, getting up and grabbing my stuff.

“So, you’re quitting? It’s not time to leave for another two hours.”

“If you want to call it quitting, fine, but I need an early day, Sarah. I’ll be back tomorrow, and if you want to fire me for taking off early, fine, do it; obviously, no one is gonna stop you. So, goodbye, Sarah. I won’t be here, so feel free to fuck on my desk,” I invited them, before I just left.

I didn’t know what to think, but I just had to get out of there. They drove me nuts and had me acting out too. I just went home, relaxed in the bathtub, and did my best for them not to plague my mind. Of course, it was still an uphill battle, but I managed to pull it off.

Anyway, I came back to work and strolled down the hallway. “Fuck, I’m so dreading today. What the hell else could I do? They weren’t listening to reason, and I couldn’t take it for another second. It was like they were rubbing it in my face. Sarah might be attractive and have a pretty wife to showboat, but not here, not to me. I don’t give a crap if I like girls or not, I’m not into seeing them make out like horny schoolgirls.”

Even though I knew I was right in my own way, I surely knew Sarah saw it her way, that I was just supposed to deal with it, as she said. Nevertheless, I still put my best foot forward as I got close to her office.

I halted a few feet in front of the door. “What the fuck, do I hear moaning?”

“Oh, yes, Becky, just like that, fuck that pussy,” I heard Sarah moan.

“No fucking way, that’s too loud for them to be in her office, no, you’re in my little section. It’s not even an office, and even after what I said to you yesterday,” I groaned, before going to the door.

I opened it and immediately got sight of them. “What the hell, Sarah!” I yelped, dropping my bag. “You’re having sex on my desk, are you serious?” I questioned, coming towards them.

They both looked at me for a few seconds with the same skeptical looks I saw yesterday.

“What, you two are just going to stare at me now? Sarah, I come in here to find Becky going down on you while you’re on my desk getting your juice all over it and the papers on there too? As if this isn’t bullshit enough, are you going to bitch to me that the Davidson papers are soiled? Is it somehow still going to be my fault because nothing is ever your fault? I make appointments for you, but you’re too busy with your wife here to pay attention, so you take it out on me. That was something I was too pissed off to even get into yesterday. By the way, am I fired?”

Yet, even after that speech, I didn’t get them to stop. Becky just resumed going down on Sarah like she was gonna die if she didn’t.

“Come on; this is bullshit. I can’t work in this sexual work environment. Do I have to quit just to send you the message? I love girls and think you’re both good-looking ladies, but this isn’t okay. All the shit you two pulled before was on the line at best, but this is clearly over the line. This isn’t being a good boss, Sarah. You’re both completely naked and fucking on my desk; how is that okay?”

Again, they didn’t speak, but I caught Sarah’s attention. She stared at me, but didn’t say a word. She even scooted over a tad towards me, giving me a better view of her tits.

“You’re trembling now, Jill; why is that?”

“Probably because you’re showing off your body, and your wife is still going strong on your twat down there. You know I like girls, but if I bitch about something because I hate seeing it, you think I just need it shoved down my throat here? Making me hear through that door isn’t enough; I have to see it right on my desk now? Is that what you’re saying, Sarah?”

“No, more along the lines of, ‘Why don’t you join us? So, then, it’ll be a good work environment, and you’ll feel much better once your part of the sexual things’, you know what I mean. You need to get laid too, Jill, and then you’ll feel so much better. When was the last time you got your pussy eaten, had some chick pound you with a strap on, or gotten finger fucked? There’s a reason you’re eyeballing us, even though you’re repulsed,” she added, bringing her hands to my blouse. “You want to get involved, you’re just too stubborn to admit it; tell me I’m wrong, Jill,” she implored me, undoing my top button.

“You are, Sarah,” I protested, backing away. “I’m not getting involved with you two.”

“Why not?” Becky pondered, rising with me. “It’s not like you have a girlfriend.”

She allowed me to get a good view of her figure too.

“Don’t worry, she won’t get jealous, Jill, you may eyefuck the shit out of my body,” she offered, before closing the gap.

“What are you doing, Becky?” I objected, backing away.

“Well, you got to see us; we should get to see you too,” she replied, coming towards me.

“Yes, but I didn’t want to see you two, though. I came into the small space that’s supposed to be my space and found you two fucking on my desk. It’s not a fair trade; I don’t want to get involved with you two, even if I am single and you’re both intoxicating,” I groaned, before landing on Becky’s breasts.

I glared at them for a few seconds in silence.

“I think we’re winning her over, Becky,” Sarah added, coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around her as well. “There’s no need to be ashamed, Jill, just give in to temptation. It’s just a human condition that everyone suffers from, but it’s just a matter of the circumstances, that’s all. Maybe this will help you if our naked bodies aren’t deciding for you; if you don’t let my smoking hot wife undress you now, you’re fired.”

“What, you can’t fire me for that. That’s against the law, not to mention just shitty too. That’s not being a good boss.”

“Well, there’s the door, Jill,” Sarah added, turning Becky around and having her go back to her knees. “Whether you stay or not, we’re putting this desk to good use,” she made clear, before Becky went to town on her again. “Feel free to watch; we all know you want to, so let a hand into that skirt too. Get yourself off to us, and let yourself have something good out of this. I won’t fire you for being horny, I’m a bitch, but not a mean bitch.”

“She’s right, Jill,” Becky added, taking a break.

“Sit next to the boss and get a good view.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and maintained my position for a moment. Needless to say, Becky didn’t stop, and Sarah even felt it necessary to lie back because of the pleasure too. Even though she lied on the short side, so her head and some of her back hanged off, she still did it.

I had to see Becky working her magic again. ‘Well, shit, I don’t think it’s even physically possible to do that better. She’s using that tongue and those fingers perfectly too. It’s no wonder that Sarah moans like that every time, but still, this is unacceptable. Crap, though, I feel my juicer flowing down my legs, and I’m vibrating. You clever wench, you knew I hated it hearing the moaning and seeing you two make out, so you show what I can’t see.