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Exposing herself at work came so naturally to Charlotte that she didn’t realise how strange it was until it had already happened.
She had been called one of her subordinates into her office – Kirk McLeod – to reprimand him for a particularly sloppy report he had handed in yesterday. As she had waited for him, she had started thinking about how much everyone seemed to like her newest skirt, which was so short it didn’t even cover the bottom of her panties when she was standing straight. Then she had begun to wonder if any of her co-workers had seen the “My Slutty Neighbours” website and watched her lez off with her busty girlfriend. And then – as they so often did – her thoughts had turned to the poster in her bedroom, and the beautiful sight of two lesbians worshipping a man’s cock, and her pussy had begun to get wet.
When Kirk arrived, she came out from behind her desk and sat on one of her office couches, to put him at ease, and Kirk sat on the other one.
She began to talk about his report – but before she had said much, she became aware that his eyes were fixed not on her face, but on her chest.
Without even considering what she was doing, she moved her hands to cup her tits, and lift them, and jiggle them a little, to give him a better view.
Kirk coughed.
“Are you okay?” she asked, still bouncing her tits with her hands.
“I’m sorry,” said Kirk. “It’s just – I mean, do you want me to look at them?”
She looked down at her tits, and blushed a little. She supposed it was a little strange to deliberately jiggle her tits for a subordinate.
“Well, do you like them?” she asked. It was very important to her that he did. She would feel terribly ashamed if he thought they were ugly.
“… yes,” he said, slowly.
“Would you like a better look at them?” she asked.
“Sure,” said Kirk, his voice thick. Charlotte realised that he had a tent in his pants caused by an obviously erect cock, and felt a little flush of pride that her boobs were making a man’s cock happy.
“Well, okay,” said Charlotte. And she reached into her bra and pulled out her tits, so that Kirk could see them.
“They’re very nice,” said Kirk.
Charlotte beamed with happiness – and went back to discussing the report.
But she once again hadn’t gotten far before she realised that Kirk was now staring at her groin.
She instinctively parted her legs to give him a better view.
And then, a few moments later, when he was still staring, she blushed with shame.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. She stood, pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them off. Then she pulled her skirt up to her waist, sat down again, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart so that Kirk could see her clitoris and fuckhole.
“Now, as I was saying,” she said, “this report is unacceptable, and I’m going to have to tell the executive that you messed this one up, Kirk.”
“Don’t you mean that you messed it up?” asked Kirk.
“No,” said Charlotte. “This was because you didn’t remember to check…”
“No,” said Kirk. “I mean, I’m a man with a Master’s degree, and you’re – well, you’re showing me your tits and cunt in your work office. I think it’s much more likely this was your mistake, don’t you?”
Charlotte didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t her mistake, but…
“I think you should tell the executive that you fucked this up, despite my advice to the contrary,” said Kirk. “And then you should fix it, on your own time.”
“But…” said Charlotte.
“Or I can make a report about you showing me your cunt,” said Kirk.
It was mean of him. She had shown him her cunt to make him happy – and now he was using it against her.
But it also occurred to her that it was very stupid of her to have exposed her cunt to a subordinate at work – and if she was stupid enough to do that, then she might be stupid enough to have made the mistake in Kirk’s work.
“Tell them you made the mistake because you’re a woman,” said Kirk. “Apologise for being a woman.”
She felt so confused. She didn’t know what to do.
But then she thought about Kirk’s cock, so hard in his pants, and what she would do if it were in front of her.
She’d kiss it. She’d pump it until it spurted cum, and then take that cum home to share with her girlfriend. She’d agree to anything to make that happen.
So yes, it probably was her mistake.
“Yes, sir,” she said in a small voice.
And just like that, Kirk was leaving her office without a reprimand, and Charlotte was typing a report to the executive on how she had fucked up the report because she was on her period, and that she would try to be less stupid in future but it was hard because of her female biology.
But it didn’t end there. Because the next time she called a co-worker to her office – Joel Besham, who was taking unacceptably long lunch breaks – he said that he’d heard she liked showing people her tits and cunt, and Charlotte found herself doing exactly that, obligingly exposing her boobs and pussy to his gaze. And then she found herself agreeing that two hours for a good length for a lunch break for a male employee, and that it was only fair that she cover his work while he was out, and thanking him for the chance to do so.
And then she had to speak to Billy Wenslow about an HR complaint that derived from him referring to a female co-worker as a “cunt”. She once again bared her tits and cunt for him. Then, after a short discussion, she found herself agreeing that “cunt” was a perfectly acceptable thing to call a woman, as were “bitch”, “whore”, “cumrag” and “slut”, and that she would send around an email advising that such language was perfectly acceptable in her section, and lead by example, both by using that language herself to describe other women, and by encouraging her subordinates to use those words in relation to her.
She wondered if she would get in trouble for all this eventually. She probably would. But most of her superiors were men, and most of the people in HR were men, and she hoped that if they liked her tits and pussy enough, they might forgive her. And in the meantime, she got used to using phrases like “the slut at reception” and “a bitch from one of our third-party contractors” and “Only 15% of the company workforce are cunts,” and answering to calls of “hey, whore” in the office.
When she described all this to Gina at home, Gina became deeply horny, and said she would ask the doctors at her medical practice to start treating her that way.
“It just feels so right, you know?” she asked. “And maybe I should show them my tits when we’re alone together.”
“You’re such a slut,” said Charlotte, and they both giggled. It was funny to be a slut. It was hilarious when men called them cunts and whores.
Then they went out on the balcony and licked each other’s cunts while their neighbour watched.
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Gina bought them some presents the next day.
There were two sets of cute pink leather collars and cuffs, with locks. The girls tried them on immediately, and agreed that they looked gorgeous when they were naked, collared, and cuffed.
There were also a pair of insertable vibrators with remotes.
“Ooh,” said Charlotte. She immediately shoved one up her pussy, and was delighted to discover it was pre-charged and ready to vibrate.
“But there’s something else special about these,” said Gina. “Look.”
She took the remote from Charlotte, and pressed a button – and Charlotte jerked and squealed.
“Ow!” she complained. The vibrator had given her cunt an electric shock!
Gina smiled and pressed the button again, eliciting another screech.
“These are for a game,” she said.
The game turned out to be simple. The girls sat on a couch with the vibrators humming in their cunts, and played a clip from the internet on the TV that was just trivia questions, one after another. Whenever the girls thought they knew the answer to a trivia question, they pressed the shock button on their remote, and zapped their pussies.
Very soon, Charlotte found her brain stopped trying to think of answers. It just floated there, letting the words happen, not engaging with them in any way. And the vibrator buzzed, and it felt good.
After a couple of nights of this, Gina moved to maths problems – at first complex ones, but then progressively easier ones. Again Charlotte zapped herself whenever she was able to work out the answer, and her brain adjusted, until she was staring at “7+3” on the screen and feeling like she didn’t even know where to begin working it out.
“This is making us stupider,” she said to Gina.
“I know,” said Gina. “Isn’t it funny?”
And they both laughed, and when the game was over they went out onto the balcony to fuck.
Later there would be videos featuring long words and complex ideas, and Charlotte would learn not to think about those either.
Fucking on the balcony also involved drinking champagne – or shoving champagne bottles into their ass or cunt – and that would lead to becoming drunk, and when they were drunk they continued to make poor and slutty choices. Charlotte sent a picture of Gina’s nude body to some of her co-workers, and then followed it up with a link to “My Slutty Neighbours”. Then Gina went on her social media accounts and made a series of posts detailing how, if she ever accused a man of rape, she was probably lying, because she was such a slut.
Then they cuffed their hands behind their backs, left the keys at home, and went for a walk around their block, nude, in the middle of the night.
At first they were laughing and giggling, but as they passed the park at the end of their block, which was dark and poorly lit, they became aware that there were two men following them. Two men who could see they were nude and handcuffed.
A chill ran down Charlotte’s spine, and she picked up her pace, and Gina followed.
The men walked faster too.
Finally, Charlotte started to run, and Gina ran – and then they were past the park, and back under the bright lights, and the men were nowhere to be seen. Shortly after that, they were home again, and unlocking their cuffs in their apartment.
“God, we’re such bitches,” said Gina. She was flushed with shame.
“I know,” said Charlotte. “We cockteased those poor men, and then we ran away before they could rape us.”
Gina shoved her vibrator up her cunt, and then used it shock herself, and then shock herself again.
“You’re such a dumb bitch, Charlotte,” said Gina. “We both are.”
“We deserve to be raped,” whispered Charlotte.
“I want to be raped,” said Gina. “It’s what I’m for.”
“We need to get ourselves raped,” moaned Charlotte. She had her own vibrator in her pussy now, and she gave herself a shock.
“We need to be raped and impregnated,” said Gina.
“That’s the only way we’ll learn,” said Charlotte.
“Oh, fuck,” said Gina. She zapped herself again – and it resulted in her cumming.
Charlotte zapped herself repeatedly, hoping for the same reaction, but it just hurt. She reached down and began rubbing her clit desperately, as she pictured what it would feel like to be raped by a man.
But she already knew what it would feel like.
It would be the best thing she had ever felt.
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