Chapter 2

The elevator chimed softly. Carson blinked at the sudden brightness when the doors slid open on the second floor. A burst of laughter spilled in from down the hall, followed by the unmistakable thump of bass vibrating through the walls. She adjusted the strap of her dress—black silk, barely there—and stepped out, heels clicking against marble.

Carson saw her dad talking to a beautiful lady, but she didn’t know her. She had seen her a couple of times in the halls but never talked to her. She hopes her dad will ask her out.

Carson walked down the hall and entered conference room B. She looked around. No one is here. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She took out her cell phone and texted Jeff, Kirt, and Steve. She asked them to come to conference room B on the second floor for their Christmas blowjobs.

She looked at the time. It was almost 10:30. Carson set the phone on the table. She then pulled her dress off and put it on the table. Carson looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She looked so sexy. Except for her hair, it was a mess. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face. Her eyes are glazed over. Carson could see the tracks of her tears running down her cheeks. She went into the conference bathroom, cleaned up, combed her hair, and put on more lipstick.

Carson sat back down on the table, spread her legs, and waited.

It’s been over five minutes. The party was still raging in the main room.

She waited for another five minutes. Where are they? She looked at her phone and saw a message from Jeff. He sent it two minutes ago.

“Hey, I’m in conference room A. Where are you?”

“I’m here in conference room B,” she responds. Another two minutes pass. The door opens. Jeff, Kirt, and Steve walk into the room. Jeff shut the door behind him. And he locks it. Kirt and Steve started to take off their jackets.

“What took you so long?” Carson ask.

Jeff laughs. “We had to wait for the boss to leave, then Steve said, ‘Conference room A.’”

“Mr. Harrison is gone?” Carson asks.

“Yeah,” Steve responds. “He left to get some more booze and pick up an important client.”

You guys have to make it quick. We only have twenty minutes for me to give you your Christmas blowjobs.”

“Ok,” Jeff says. “Let’s do this.” He takes off his pants. And he pulled down his boxers. His cock was already hard. The tip was red and angry-looking.

Carson got up off the table and walked over to him and took his cock in her mouth. As she was sucking him. She could hear Steve and Kirt taking off their pants. Jeff moaned as she took him deep into her mouth. She sucked him hard and fast as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

Carson’s breath hitched as Steve’s fingers dug into the curve of her hips, his palms warm against her skin. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against Jeff’s lap, her lips parting around him as Steve’s tongue traced slow, deliberate circles just below the small of her back.

“Fuck,” she muttered against Jeff’s cock, the word muffled but unmistakable. Steve’s mouth was relentless. She could feel his breath against her skin before his tongue dipped lower, probing deeper, and her grip on Jeff’s thighs tightened reflexively.

Jeff’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that made her jaw ache. He pushed deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, hollowing her cheeks, letting the obscene wet sounds fill the room between the muffled moans she couldn’t hold back.

Steve’s tongue curled inside her, slow and teasing, then withdrew just as she clenched around him, leaving her gasping against Jeff’s thigh. Steve’s fingers worked her in tight circles, his thumb pressing just right, and she whimpered around Jeff’s cock, her hips jerking forward into Steve’s face. The pleasure coiled tighter, a live wire under her skin, every nerve alight.

Kirt started to play with Carson’s breasts.

Carson’s breath came in ragged bursts, her lips slick and swollen around Jeff’s cock as Steve’s tongue worked her into a frenzy. The heat between her legs was unbearable, the pressure building with every flick of his tongue, every slow drag of his mouth against her skin. She could feel Kirt’s fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she arched into his touch with a muffled whimper.

Jeff’s grip on her hair tightened, his hips jerking forward with a roughness that made her throat constrict. She gagged, tears spilling over as he fucked her mouth in short, brutal thrusts. “Jesus, Carson,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “You take it so fucking good.”

The conference room door swung open with a soft click, and Jason stepped inside, his expression unreadable as he leaned against the wall. Carson glanced up, Jeff still buried deep in her mouth, and met Jason’s gaze. He didn’t say anything, just crossed his arms and watched, his jaw tightening as Steve’s fingers dug harder into her hips, pulling her back against his tongue.

“I told him he could watch,” Carson gasped around Jeff’s cock, her voice ragged. She didn’t miss the way Jason’s fingers flexed against his biceps, the way his breath hitched when Steve’s thumb pressed just right, drawing a broken moan from her throat.

Jason didn’t move from the wall. Jeff groaned above her, his hips stuttering as her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, and she flicked her gaze back up to Jason’s face just in time to catch the way his lips parted slightly.

Steve’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts before gripping her hips again, pulling her back against his mouth. She gasped, her thighs trembling, and Jason’s breath hitched audibly. Kirt chuckled low in his throat, his fingers never stopping their relentless pulling and pinching of her nipples. “You like watching, Jason?” he taunted, and Carson felt Jason’s gaze snap to him like a whip.

Jason’s exhale was barely audible over the wet sounds filling the room, but Carson heard it—the slight tremor in his breath as he finally pushed off the wall. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rougher than she remembered. “I like to watch.”

The admission sent a jolt through her, sharp enough that her teeth grazed Jeff’s cock for half a second before she recovered. Carson swallowed Jeff deeper, her throat working around him, and this time Jason’s groan was unmistakable.

Jeff’s fingers loosened slightly in Carson’s hair as he tilted his head toward Jason, his breath uneven. “Is she your girlfriend?” he asked. Carson felt the twitch of Jeff’s cock against her tongue, the salt of pre-come heavy on her lips, but she didn’t pull away—just let her eyes flick up to Jason’s face again, waiting.

Jason’s expression didn’t change, but his throat worked as he swallowed. “No,” he said, too quickly, and Carson felt disappointment tighten in her chest. Steve’s tongue dragged slowly and deliberately between her thighs, and she bit back a whimper. “No,” Jason repeated, quieter this time, “she’s not.” His gaze dropped to where her lips stretched around Jeff’s cock. Jason’s fingers twitched at his sides, his knuckles whitening before he finally shoved his hands into his pockets. The movement was casual, but Carson didn’t miss the way his shoulders tensed. “But if it works out,” he added, his voice low enough that only she could hear it over the thrum of the party bleeding through the walls, “she will be.”

The words curled warm in Carson’s chest, unexpected and sweet. She almost pulled off Jeff’s cock just to grin up at Jason—almost. Instead, she let her tongue press harder against Jeff’s length, her lips tightening around him.

“You know she’s just the company’s whore,” Steve said, his voice lazy and amused, his fingers still tracing idle circles on Carson’s hipbone.

Carson didn’t flinch—she was used to it by now. Four years of this. Four years of whispered rumors in office bathrooms, of hands gripping her hips in supply closets. She arched her back a little more, letting Jeff’s cock slide deeper into her throat, her eyes locked on Jason’s.

Steve chuckled, his fingers trailing up her spine. “Come on, Jason. You’ve heard the stories. Everyone’s had a turn with her. She gives free blow jobs at the Christmas party, but she charges money the rest of the time. Even Harrison uses her to get clients.

Jason’s jaw tightened visibly, his eyes darkening as Steve’s words hung in the air. Carson could feel the shift in the room—the way the laughter in Steve’s voice grated against the sudden stillness of Jason’s posture. She didn’t pull away from Jeff, but her fingers curled tighter against his thighs, her nails biting in just enough to make him hiss.

“Bullshit,” Jason said, the word quiet but sharp enough to cut through the humid haze of the room. His gaze never left Carson’s face, even as Steve snorted behind her.

Carson pulled off Jeff’s cock, her lips swollen and slick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact with Jason. “It’s true,” she said, her voice steady despite the way Jeff’s fingers still tangled in her hair. “I’m not going to stop. So if you want me as your girlfriend, you’d better be okay with that.”