Story: Team Player

The company treated its employees to a lot of fun, expensive extracurricular activities – but the catch was, they were mandatory. Avoiding the social interactions meant you weren’t a “team player”, and that label would spell the end of your career.

The latest activity came on a Friday morning – without warning, the employees were told they were being flown to an exotic resort for a bonding weekend. “But I haven’t packed clothes!” Sarah complained.

“Don’t worry,” said her manager. “Appropriate clothes have been provided for all of you at the resort.”

The resort was gorgeous – bright sun, beautiful beaches, swaying palms. The manager told everyone they were having a party on the beach. He gave each of them room keys, and told them to go to their room and change into the swimsuit that would be waiting for them on the bed in a bag. “Wear everything in the bag!” the manager laughed. “We don’t want anyone going skimpy!”

Sarah’s problem was that the hotel had given Sarah’s manager the wrong key for her. Instead of gaining access to her intended room, in which a well-fitting and perfectly chaste swimsuit was waiting, she instead accessed the room of a prostitute, who was at that point out servicing a client. But Sarah had no way of knowing this.

There was indeed a bag on the bed. She tipped it out and looked in horror and dismay at the contents – a lacy pink see-thru outfit that *might* charitably be called a swimsuit, although it was transparent enough even before getting wet; a thick vibrating dildo; and a used condom full of sperm.

She dithered. Surely she wasn’t expected to wear this. There was some mistake. Only – maybe everyone would have a sexy outfit? Maybe the weekend was to lower inhibitions? Or maybe it *was* about her. Had she been underperforming at work? She must have been. This was some punishment for her, to bring her back in line. And if she accepted it, she would be forgiven. And she knew, deep down, that she deserved it.

Quickly, she stripped, and put on the pink thing. She blushed, seeing herself in the mirror – you could see her tits right through it. She looked at the dildo and the sperm – but the manager had been explicit about wearing *everything* in the bag. She turned the vibrator on, pushed aside the crotch of her “swimsuit”, and slid the vibrator up into her cunt, moaning sluttily as it buzzed inside her. Then she took the condom full of cum, tipped its slimy contents into her hands, and massaged the sticky liquid into her face and breasts. 

Appropriately “dressed”, and deeply humiliated, she ran back down to the beach… only to find everyone else dressed normally, and looking at her in shock. Her eyes widened as she saw even the manager was surprised – this *was* a mistake, and she’d just gone ahead and dressed like a slut and rubbed a stranger’s cum on her face for no reason…

That was the point where she orgasmed, moaning and doubling over, and squirting into the crotch of her slutty outfit in front of all her co-workers, as she heard the first of them start to laugh, and then the rest, and she knew that *now* she really would be in trouble at her work, and she’d just given her manager a range of interesting ideas of how she might be able to apologise…

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