First Day Induction

Dress-down Fridays were always a bit more relaxed than any other working day--more people working from home combined with the informal dress code changed the way the office felt; more open, less stuffy. Michelle swiped her ID card and passed through the security barriers feeling a similar relaxation in herself--her normal workwear swapped for skinny jeans and a boyfriend hoody, no makeup bar a dash of lipstick, hair up in a high ponytail.

Normally, looking so casual in the office felt like she'd left herself naked, defenceless--but today she had the surety to be herself. She queued for the lift, headphones in, music on, anticipation rising.

I can't wait to see him. David, she corrected herself.

As always, the lifts were crammed so she pushed into the first one she could, feeling others press in behind her, crowding in tight. In her head, the music hit a chorus as someone pushed up behind her. Too close. Some creep.

She was about to turn, when she felt hands on her hips pulling her backwards, a crotch bumping into her arse. Her hands dropped to the ones on her hips, going to push them away, ready to turn and confront her attacker, when she felt his--David's--fingers finding hers, entwining, offering reassurance. Michelle held still, holding hands secretly, smiling at the world.

Leaning back into him, she began circling her hips, using her bum to welcome him as she grasped his hands harder, her only certainty after the last week. They'd exchanged messages last night, checking in on each other, planning for when she moved in, revealing fears, being intimate even if apart.

As the lift made its way up through the lower floors, David took advantage of the stop at the first floor canteen--the usual cloud of bacon-scents and coffee fumes following people into the lift--to slide a hand under the big hoody and around her waist. He found the button of her jeans and popped it open, easing the zip down slowly, silently. Michelle leant against the side wall, concealing his arm as his fingers found her underwear--simple cotton today--and snuck under the elastic.

Michelle shuffled her hoody, making sure he was shielded while his fingers traced a lazy circle around her clit. She ground back into his hardening cock as a finger found her wetness, plunging inside her--collecting her arousal to coat her clit.

David pulled her harder into him, enjoying the rotation of her hips as his fingers pressed and circled her clit, drawing a small gasp from her.

Seeing her headphones, he pulled his phone out, messaged her one handed, as he slid his middle and ring fingers inside her, his palm pressing on her clit.

Michelle was desperately trying to keep composure as her music was interrupted.

Message from David Head of Lending: Your pink thong is tied around my clock and I'm going to make you come in this lift like you tried to do to me.

Message from David Head of Lending: oh for fucks sake. Cock.

She giggled, losing her composure slightly as she clamped on his fingers.

Glancing up at the red numbers, Michelle realised she had four floors left--she was going to win, he'd got her close but didn't have enough time.

David increased his pace, frantically fucking her with his hand, trying not to be seen. Michelle watched the numbers rise alongside her climax, her hips bucking against his hand, pussy spasming. The doors pinged open on floor 32 moments after she came. Withdrawing his fingers--slick with her--David pretended to scratch his nose, breathing her deeply. As she tried to walk forward, she staggered slightly--David offering his arm and asking if she was okay.

"A bit of vertigo... I'll be fine."

"Come to my office--I'm first-aid trained," he reassured the other lift occupants, "I'll give her the once over and see that she's alright."

She stumbled down the corridor, clutching his arm, grinning widely.

***

"You absolute bastard! You utter prick! The fucking Chief Risk Officer was in that lift!"

"He was. And?" David grinned at her.

"And you fucking fingered me in the lift!"

"I did. And?" grin widening.

"And I had to stagger out like I was pissed because I was still cumming!"

"You looked pretty doing it. And?"

" I always look pretty!" she stuck out her tongue at him.

"You do. And?" his grin was still getting wider.

"And... actually there is no and. Prick!" she threw her arms round his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, "I can't believe we got away with that!" she giggled.

"I can't believe you came in the lift but you couldn't get me to come," he smirked.

"I fucking could've done. Didn't want you getting sacked on your first day though, did I?" she kissed him again.

"Yeah, yeah. You just weren't sexy enough and you know it!" his grin was unbearably smug.

"You cheeky bastard! Are you saying I'm not sexy?" she grabbed the hem of the baggy hoody and flashed him. No bra today, pale orbs topped with dark pink buds were wiggled at him accusingly.

"I'm saying nothing of the sort," he chuckled, "But I do have meetings shortly" he said wistfully.

"That's fine. This old bloke I know has a big old grandfather clock he needs polishing so I'm off to do that."

"What?"

"Never you mind, Mr. Head of Lending. Good luck in the meeting," she smiled sweetly, almost innocently and crawled under his desk "Now where is that clock."

His button fly was opened with a rapid pop pop pop.

"Oh there it is," Michelle said, just as he hit Connect.

"Welcome to Product and Pricing Forum, David--great to have you on board." a tinny voice announced.

"It's great to be here and--"

"Oooh the old bugger has tied a pink ribbon on it! Just for me!" Michelle was enjoying herself far too much to tell him, but discovering her own pink lace knotted around his shaft had causing internal cartwheeling.

"--I'm looking forward to really getting into things."

"I've got something you can get into," she whispered, low enough just for David, causing him to chuckle. He noticed the strange looks he got from those on the call actually paying attention.

"The first item on the agenda is the new pricing proposal for large deposit savings bonds--"

David was sipping his morning tea while Michelle was fondling his balls, weighing them in the palm of her hand.

"I think I'm going to get a large deposit soon," Michelle said, giggling.

David spluttered tea over his laptop, trying to disguise it with a cough.

"Everything ok, David?" the meeting chair asked.

"Y... yes--wrong hole is all--" he stammered.

"Keep playing your cards right and maybe one day," Michelle whispered just before he felt her tongue touch the base of his shaft. David blushed bright pink as it slowly traced his length all the way to the tip, her breath cooling the wet trail and causing him to twitch involuntarily--thighs tensing under the desk.

Points were raised and challenges discussed, but David's concentration was on remaining as outwardly calm as possible. Michelle was currently holding his cock--by just her finger nails--tip millimetres from her mouth, her warm breath cooling the leaking precum.

He thrust unbidden as she took his tip in her mouth for barely a second, returning to cooling it with her breath. David's hips betrayed him, pushing forward again, trying to find the warmth.

Michelle's hand suddenly gripped him near the tip, her thumb circling his crown--collecting his precum--before she smeared it along his shaft, lubricating him. One hand gripped him near the top and slid slowly down his length to the base before releasing him. Her other hand repeated the action as soon as she released with the first hand.

She could see his hands gripping the arms of his chair as well as a tremor in his right leg as she slowly,--almost imperceptibly--increased the pace. Coupling this with her mouth gently closing around his tip, she soon felt the veins thickening as he swelled, readying.

David jumped as her fingernails dug into his thigh, all contact with his cock cut off except for the breath Michelle was blowing to deliberately cool him.

"--so we've decided to pull back from that sector of the market," the meeting droned.

"Such a shame--pulling back," she whispered for him.

"David... did you have a question?" the chair asked.

"Erm... just thinking out loud on the merits of... er... pulling back... when... er... interest in the product is so high?" he managed to ask.

"Good save, David! Impressive!" Michelle said with a giggle, "But it's going to get a lot more interesting before we're done."

As the meeting got back underway a single fingernail touched him--just above the lace knot--and drew a line up to his tip, Michelle's breath always there on his crown, promising warmth.

David felt her fingernails find his balls, little tingling scratches causing him to throb--cock swaying wildly. Michelle caught his head in her teeth, "Mmm-hmm," she hummed gently, sending vibrations through his shaft and to his spine. He shifted in his seat, desperately trying to get closer.

Shuffling slightly, Michelle's tongue trailed down his length before her hot breath washed over his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, the soft, warm pull forcing him to stifle a small groan as her hands gripped his shaft and started twisting in opposite directions, her tongue flicking out--teasing and taunting the sensitive skin.

Sweat was beading on his spine as the twisting hands had begun pulling down in unison. Michelle's mouth had moved to the other ball and the tongue-lashing was driving him wild. He wanted to fling his chair back and drag her onto his desk. He needed to bury his cock in her but instead he had to sit, be a good boy and listen to lending pricing strategies as his body vibrated with need for her.

The meeting agenda moved onto a new item as he felt himself losing control, felt the climax building and his hips began bucking toward Michelle as she suddenly stopped again. Pain flared as she slapped his cock, dragging him back from the edge.

Under the desk, the air was thick with his musk, precum having splattered on the wood after she slapped him. Michelle was beaming, enjoying her power over him, feeling him breaking as she toyed with his cock.

The meeting had moved onto discussing concentration risk--"I'm seeing a lot of that at the moment, Mr Head of Lending," she murmured for him to hear, watching the smile cross his face in response.

David tried to ask a genuine question:

"What exposure do we have to flats in that area?"

Michelle answered before anyone on the forum--dragging her hoody up, bunching it above her tits. "Didn't think you liked flats; thought you preferred these?" she asked before slapping his cock on each in turn.

David tried to listen, he really did, but the nipple being dragged up his shaft as his head was swallowed caused him to gulp, voice wavering.

"Sorry, David--didn't quite catch that. Must be a bad connection."

Asking him, "How's this connection?" Michelle wrapped her tits around his shaft, pinning him in her cleavage.

"I was just thanking you. Apologies, the office WiFi must be having a moment."

Squeezing her breasts together, her left hand pushed upward while her right pulled down, creating a rolling wave of pleasure even before his crown was swallowed again--her tongue exploring every inch.

Feeling David start to buck, Michelle held still--letting him fuck her tits and up into her mouth. She closed her jaw slightly, forcing him to scrape on her teeth with each thrust, slowing the inevitable as pain and pleasure blurred.

The meeting was moving onto another agenda item as David ran a hand through his hair, surprised to find it damp with sweat. His dignity was hanging by a thread, body churning, muscles tensing uncontrollably as it desperately tried to find relief in her mouth. Nearly panting, he felt the sweet release begin before she cruelly pinched his cock, the shock pulling him back again. David felt close to tears--he needed to cum and soon--but she'd removed all physical contact again, his only sensation the cruel stream of air she was blowing at his tip, cooling him, bringing him down.

Muting the meeting, he was reduced to begging--"Michelle... please..."

"I like it when you say my name," she said with a grin, "and soon. I promise," she sealed it with a kiss to his tip, her lips glistening in precum.

"David--a bit of background on this one. It should have been delivered already but due to back office delays we're not in position to release it yet."

He could only nod as Michelle cackled--"You're telling me!"

Regaining her composure, she checked the time--ten minutes left in his meeting. "Right, Mr Head of Lending. You've got ten minutes. You're going to come off mute, I'm going to jam your cock down my throat and if you don't cum before the meeting ends, you can stick it in my arse... deal?"

He didn't stand a chance but he agreed regardless.

David was digging his fingers into his legs as he felt her mouth close over his crown-her tongue beneath the swollen tip.

He was trying to comment on future plans as he felt her take more of him into her mouth, checking the clock.

Seven minutes.

The chair invited final comments as Michelle's hands found his shaft, pulling him deeper into her mouth and pushing into her throat. She settled for a moment before slowly starting to bob her head.

Five minutes.

Her hands started to wank him into her throat as the bobbing increased in speed. David was pinching himself, trying to ignore everything except the meeting.

Two minutes.

The host had moved onto AOB but David could barely register what was being said until Alex spoke.

"David mate, have facilities been round yet? That glugging sounds like it's getting worse..."

"No... Not that I know of... I hadn't noticed anything?"

Under the desk, Michelle was frantically fucking him with her mouth and throat, tongue working against his shaft as her hands varied between wanking, twisting or fondling his balls.

One minute.

The host was thanking everyone for their contributions as David began to feel triumphant--he was close but he'd make it. He'd win again! Michelle pulled him out of her throat with a wet pop and focussed all her energy on his tip, hand, tongue lips--seeing him swell--"And David. Thank you for joining today. Hopefully we didn't bore you?" the host asked.

He could only nod as his hips were thrusting, control and dignity lost. Michelle had leant back, exposing her tits and tummy to him, taking the thick lines of cum across her chest and watching it drip down towards her belly button.

"Good boy," she thanked him as the last spurts dribbled onto her, "I enjoyed that!"

"You utter bitch!" he groaned, "That was absolutely torture! Fuuuck."

"Was it? Didn't notice you complaining," she smirked as she rubbed the cum slowly into her tits and stomach, before taking some on her fingers and dripping it into her mouth, "Mmmmm," she purred before licking her fingers clean.

Leaning forward, she licked the last drops from his hypersensitive crown--taking a moment to swirl her tongue around him--before tucking him away and buttoning his fly.

Professional again--despite the cum drying on her tits--she looked at him, "Right, where do you need to go?" she asked.

He sighed, "Locker room, gym bag. It's not my first rodeo!"

"What? Why?"

"Don't you need to clean up before meetings?" he asked, puzzled.

"No... I've got the day off today. I only came in to mess with you!" she said with a grin, pulling her hoody back down.

"What? You bitch!" he laughed.

"Guilty! Anyway, I'm off home to pack... talk later, roomie?"

He pulled her in for a kiss, before watching her strut from his office.

He slumped back in his chair, grinning.

Fuuuuuck.