Equality of outcum

The process worked well. By the first performance meeting, she could report that she has successfully made all the employees cum. Marius printed an A1-sized graph plotting her “fucking frequency” and fixed it permanently on the meeting room wall.  Fitting a perfect exponential curve through the data he predicted her next fuck (and her chance to finally cum) would be in 10 days. She rolled her eyes. She had no intention of waiting anywhere near that long. She and Klaus had a surprisingly good connection and she was going to ride (no pun intended) the momentum. 

Marius, desperate to prove that you could in fact put this into a project plan, congratulated her on her success followed by rapturous applause. She blushed blood red, feeling a strange mix of glowing admiration and shame. She was literally the company slut, the office bike. She was mortified and excited in equal parts. Following on Marius stated: “As you know we have stated the company rules on”, stutter, “equality”. “This meeting we should define how we shall measure the performance and”, with a long dramatic pause to emphasise the next word, “consequences”. Elke dumbstruck, did not like the sound of that at all. The team however was immediately buzzing with ideas. Klaus actually produced a tape measure. 

As has become the custom, Elke was again the centre of attention, made to stand uncomfortably on display in front of the comfortably seated group for inspection. As Klaus approached her heart beat loudly in her ears. Although the office became much more intimate over the last few months most interactions were still socially acceptable. Hugs, and flirty touches on the arms, knees shoulders are all within social norms albeit pushing the norms for a formal workplace. As Klaus approached she realised this was another watershed moment. Although she had slept with all these men, this still felt different. She felt exposed, displayed, and humiliated. Her sex went into overdrive.

As Klaus bent down to measure her skirt length she squirmed. His touch on her knee was electric and she flinched. She was barely breathing her mind descending into a warm haze. Far off she heard an animated discussion on where exactly the knee should be measured from. Klaus wrinkled his nose. He smells my arousal! She made eye contact. Begging him with her eyes not to announce it to the group. With a knowing smile, he judged the length of her skirt to be 5 cm too long. On top of that pantyhose were judged to be a form of trousers, violating the skirts-only policy. 

“As head of HR”, Dave asked, “how should proceed”. Elke was startled back from subspace by this sudden demand. “Err. Well. First, we should put measures in place to immediately bring performance into line and then define a longer-term incentive plan to encourage the right behaviours,” she said, automatically channelling her professional brain directly to her mouth. 

“So what you are saying”, said Dave furtively glancing at her skirt, “is to go after the low-hanging fruit”. The first step was to remove the offending panty-hose. Slipping off the hose in front of her captive audience felt titillating and playful but also, very very wrong. The recently awoken HR professional was screaming into the back of her head. Marius pinned the offending clothing to the wall. Next, Klaus proceeded to cut her skirt to regulation length with a scissor. Klaus, usually so meticulous and precise didn’t bother to measure and just cut freehand, rotating around her legs. She was sure the back was cut much higher than required. The cut was ragged and zigzag making the skirt look trashy and drawing more attention to the hem.

Then it was time for the incentives. First, a five-day ‘no cum’ penalty was introduced for the dress code violation. Filled with righteous indignation she wanted to appeal to the unfairness. Her reaction made it clear that this penalty hit home. The embarrassment of having to confess to her desire held her back but the disappointment on her face was clear enough confirmation to everyone that she could be held to ransom by her need to cum. Another 5 days of no release. Worse, giving in to Marius’es ridiculous prediction. There is nothing she would like less than to prove Marius right. To rub salt into the wounds, Murphy's law chose that moment to reassert itself. She had to fly to a client in India for a week to sort out a serious problem for a week.

It was ten days after the first performance meeting when a gloating Marius picked her up at the airport. Some part of Elke wanted to revolt. To reject him, humiliate him, and rub it in his face. Show him that he is the last person she would have sex with. She considered just walking past him at the arrivals lounge pretending not to notice he was there.  Instead, she launched herself at him without slowing down for a passionate open-mouthed kiss, dragged him to the nearest hotel and used him for a straight 12 hours. 

Marius kept tracking every fuck in the coming weeks. It was 1 year since they founded the company before she fucked Dave,  6 months to Charlie, 3 months to Marius, 6 weeks to Klaus. Then 3 weeks, 10 days, 5 days, 2 days. She could feel herself falling. The ground rushed up to meet her. She tried to stop. To rebel. She promised herself that one a day would be the limit. It is sustainable. Hell, it is healthy. But the sequence progressed steadfastly on. After a morning meeting with Dave things got so steamy she fucked him right in his office. That evening she was out again. The next day news spread and she had a twosome before lunch. A lunch that ended up in a hotel room and the usual partner for the evening. Before long she earned the right to cum in a single day. It was a glorious time. They were having fun, the company was going great. But the problem with success is growth.