Free Office Toy 2 Client Satisfaction by Cleo Peitsche

Elle hurried into the ladies' bathroom. She'd spent the last few hours in the longest, most boring meeting ever, and that was saying a lot. Who would have imagined that pitching ad campaigns could be so tedious?
    In five minutes, Cunningham would be back in his office, and she needed to be half-naked and in position. Elle washed her hands and rinsed her mouth with cool water. Her lipstick had worn off long before the meeting, probably when she was sucking Cunningham's cock. Or maybe when Jonathan called her into his office. Jonathan had gently pulled her into his lap and slid his already stiff cock into her. The last few weeks, he kissed her more and more during sex. Gentle kisses, hard kisses, sucking Jonathan's thumb while he bounced her in his lap, sucking Cunningham's cock during a conference call … her lipstick didn't stand a chance.
    Someone knocked at the door.
    "Occupied." Elle carefully adjusted her sheer black thigh-highs and checked the snaps on her garter belt. She wore panties, too, because if she didn't, she'd have to run to the bathroom every few minutes to dry herself off. The knocking came again.
    "Just a sec—"
    "Open the door." Nolan's voice was unmistakable.  
    Elle stared at herself in the mirror and shook her head. She hoped Nolan wasn't going to give her another lecture about keeping her emotions out of the office. At first it had been easy to roll her eyes and ignore him. For a while it was kind of amusing. But now she had something to hide, and it was like he knew. He was forever sniffing around, trying to see what she was up to.
    She unlocked the door and took a step back, hands on her hips. "Are you so horny that you can't wait?" she said when Nolan pushed through.  
    Nolan's jaw tensed, and they stared at each other. His intense blue eyes darkened perceptibly when he was angry, and they were getting toward what Elle thought of as "midnight blue." Elle looked away first, her cheeks burning hot. She began finger-combing her brown, shoulder-length hair, pretending to be fascinated by how the light caught the reddish highlights. She was aiming for nonchalant, but her hands were trembling.
    She didn't know why they antagonized each other like this. As one of the three doms in the office, Nolan deserved her respect. And she had accepted him. She'd even given her consent for him to fuck her without a condom … but she had made him get extra testing first, just to be mean. And he still gave her cold coffee sometimes, just like he had the day of her interview. It was his subtle way of reminding her that he didn't think she should be there.
    Nolan was gorgeous, with messy, jet-black hair and those incredible blue eyes. Under different circumstances—certainly before Cunningham had ordered her to strip and serve him, revealing her true nature to herself—she would have gone crazy for the attention of someone like Nolan.
    But he was dangerous. He noticed things the others didn't … or didn't want to. He could get her sent away, or at the very least, he could have her downgraded to just another employee. He could make all of this disappear. And because of that, he couldn't be trusted.
    "Enough primping. You were sexy before, and you're sexy now." Nolan stepped toward her and Elle moved back. The bathroom door slammed shut. "You and I need to have a chat."
    "Can't it wait until Monday?"
    "No." He backed her up as far as she could go, until the wall's smooth tiles were cold through her almost sheer blouse. Despite herself, her breathing increased. Then she became aware of the scent and heat of Nolan's skin. The fragrant Oakmoss smell immediately reminded her how he liked to lean in close to her and brush his lips against her throat before forcing her head down and ramming his large cock between her lips.  
    She froze her face into a neutral mask and raised her gaze to his. Apparently he'd had a long day. Faint, dark circles were starting to appear under his eyes, and a furrow was lightly etched between