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Office Slut - Simon - 11-24-2025
I'll never forget seeing Sandra in the lobby on my way to the office. We'd gone to college together and become close friends in our sorority, but we'd lost touch because of the long distance. You have to remember, back then there was no social media or mass communication.
She looked like a more sophisticated version of herself from college. Her slight shyness was still there, her bookworm nature never truly disappears, only now she was professionally dressed—a suit and matching high heels. Inside, she was still the same sweet woman, but her outward appearance had reached a new level of sophistication.
"Hey, do you remember me?"
When she looked in my direction, it took her a few seconds to register my appearance, then a smile spread across her face and she hugged me. She was the same as always, but now her affection was more suited to a business setting.
"My God, I can't believe it's you. It's been so long."
"Yes, I was just on my way to the office when I somehow recognized you."
"By the way, that's a nice outfit. Judging by your nervousness, you're new here."
"Today is my first day at work and I was just about to admire the splendor of this lobby."
"Come on, I'll treat you to coffee. We have so much catching up to do."
We had about 20 minutes for a quick cup of coffee, so we sat down and chatted.
There was so much enthusiasm between us. The chemistry never faded. That's always the case when you're close friends with someone.
Sandra explained that she was returning to work after her divorce. She has extensive experience as a legal assistant and numerous contacts in the city, which is how she got the job at this company.
At the end of our brief conversation, we exchanged phone numbers and arranged to meet for lunch. I gave her tips on how to succeed at the company, some information about the company culture, and who to befriend and who to avoid. We worked in different departments, but I knew everyone.
I accompanied Sandra to her floor and was happy for her. Her enthusiasm was genuine. As we parted that morning, I remember sitting in my office wondering how much she knew about this place. Yes, there's prestige, importance, and the salaries are generous. But she's an attractive woman, exactly the type for prominent men.
In the following weeks, I came to the conclusion that she had no idea what this company was really about. There was a certain naiveté about her when she talked about her job. I asked vague, general questions about certain people, and she answered openly. Nothing indicated that she had any insider knowledge.
The following year, shortly before the major financial crash, our company underwent a series of restructuring measures to cut red tape. Several middle managers were laid off, and Sandra received a nice promotion. She now worked in Mr. Goldman's office and reported directly to him.
Under normal circumstances, this would have been cause for celebration, but the problem was that Goldman's office was anything but normal. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if she'd been specifically chosen, because after all, she was their type. Smart. Attractive. Hardworking. They have a particular fetish for cultivating women like her.
I've always had a good working relationship with Mr. Goldman, so I went to his office and inquired a few days before Sandra was due to start working there. Men like him are always open. I have to respect that.
“Yes, that’s exactly what we plan to do,” he said.
"Does she know?"
"Not yet. I wanted my secretary to give Sandra a briefing. If she has any further questions, I'll be happy to explain them to her."
"I can talk to Sandra if you want."
"Why?"
"I've known her since college. We're actually good friends, and she's a great person."
He smiled: “Yes, I like that. Talk to her. Tell me how it’s going.”
I smiled back and wondered how I would explain to Sandra that I was part of what happens behind closed doors. Or behind open doors, depending on how you look at it.
The next day we had lunch. A French bistro on the ground floor served gourmet steak with fries, and I asked for a seat by the window. More space for privacy during our personal conversations, which could potentially damage our friendship.
"What do you know about Mr. Goldman and this office?" I asked.
"Not much, really. He's on a different floor. I've never met him. I've heard he's strict."
"So nobody told you anything?"
"No. I'm supposed to get an introduction next week."
"From the secretary, right?"
"Yes, I have a meeting with the secretary, why?"
“There are many secrets in this institution,” I said. “People work long hours. It’s very stressful. Some men expect perks. These include salary and accommodation. And for women like us, that means we have to suck a cock every now and then.”
She almost spat out her food. I tried to speak quietly, hoping she would do the same. Colleagues were having lunch, and the waitstaff were attending to the guests.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard right. Mr. Goldman expects to receive oral sex."
"From me?"
“Yes, because you’ll be working there. I know that’s hard to hear. The higher you climb the career ladder, the more is expected of you.”
"That is sexual harassment."
"It's a generous paycheck. It's endless letters of recommendation. It's also great orgasms. Do you miss being fucked? Do you want someone to lick your pussy? Something like that can happen. Discreetly. You just have to be open-minded."
"This job was too good to be true."
Sandra rested her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She wasn't crying, but she was close. The job meant everything to her. It meant career advancement and the chance to start a new life after a messy divorce. It was also a way to support her son, who was still studying at the time.
“I will think about it,” she said.
Her voice was soft and tender, her face still buried in her hands. I rubbed her shoulder and leaned close to her ear. No one else needed to hear this. It was a private conversation between friends about the intricacies of working life.
"Give it a try. I'll join you the first time. If it's not for you, then leave. I'll make sure you get a good letter of recommendation for a job in the city, okay?"
"Thanks."
She seemed devastated, and I was sure she would quit and never come back and never speak to me again.
Instead, the opposite happened. The hardworking girl I knew from college was back, and Sandra would call me in the evenings asking questions about how the system worked. It reminded me so much of our sorority study groups. She was always the smart one. Always destined for greatness. In fact, she'd told me weeks earlier that she'd almost become a lawyer but had given it up to devote herself to her then-husband and start a family.
Her ambition began to awaken. She wanted to know who the powerful people were, what their personalities were like, and whether they were involved in the company secrets. Frankly, most of them were.
And to be honest, I'd long suspected that Sandra hadn't been properly fucked in a long time. Not by her ex-husband, by anyone. She had this stiff side to her. In college, she was more laid-back, and that carried over into her professional life. Some things never change.
Sure, I'd introduced plenty of women to the business world, but that was always just business. This is personal. In college, Sandra was like a sister to me. She was like my younger, nerdy sister. Now I mentioned her when it came to sex.
It was Monday afternoon when it finally happened. Since she was new to this lifestyle, I made sure everything was on Sandra's terms, and she wanted a private affair, which meant she wanted to do it when most people had left.
We went to Mr. Goldman's office when the time was right. The few who were still there probably knew what it was about. There were only two reasons why Mr. Goldman met women alone: blowjobs or sex.
Sandra wasn't as nervous as I'd expected. Instead, she was rather tense, as if this were a job interview. They shook hands and formally introduced themselves. The more they talked, the heavier Sandra's breathing became, her posture upright and her chin held high. If she was going to do that, it was from a position of strength, not weakness.
We knelt while Mr. Goldman stood. The whole thing was planned beforehand; I had spoken with Sandra about what the boss liked and disliked. She was prepared and knew exactly what to expect.
When she opened the boss's trousers, a semi-erect penis slid out, and she looked at me, then examined the penis with wide eyes. It was the first time she had ever done anything like that in the office or in front of another person. I had the impression that it secretly aroused her.
She wanted to come sooner, so she grabbed the shaft and took it in her mouth. At that moment, everything changed. Sandra was no longer the same woman I knew from college, not even the same woman I'd seen in the lobby a few months earlier. She became a new version of Sandra, one ready to embrace her sexuality for pleasure and career advancement.
I leaned closer to her to get a better look at her sucking. She'd been preparing for this, and when Mr. Goldman came, she pressed her lips tightly together and accepted whatever followed. Sandra would never have expected that from me back in college.
When she was finished, she stuck out her tongue and looked Mr. Goldman in the eye. The semen looked so delicious as it dripped from her mouth. It was her first time being a slut. That's how it all started. Watching her transform into an office slut was a delight. Many women are quick to bend over backwards for a promotion or benefits. Even subservience to powerful men acts as an aphrodisiac for them. But what made Sandra so intoxicating was her submissive side. It contrasted sharply with her dull nature. It was fascinating to watch her gradually become bolder. She didn't wear panties under her skirt. She would slip under the desk during office hours to give her boss a blowjob. The climax was working naked during overtime. Those memories will never be forgotten.