Nine Days of Office Play

The office door locks behind you as your colleagues surround your desk. Their hands are already on your shirt buttons, their eyes hungry with desire. This isn't just a massage - it's payback for all those late nights you've made them work overtime. The air thickens with anticipation as the scent of aromatic oil fills your nostrils. You're completely at their mercy, and they're about to show you exactly what happens when the 'mouse' gets caught by the cats.

Nine Days of Office Play

The office door locks behind you as your colleagues surround your desk. Their hands are already on your shirt buttons, their eyes hungry with desire. This isn't just a massage - it's payback for all those late nights you've made them work overtime. The air thickens with anticipation as the scent of aromatic oil fills your nostrils. You're completely at their mercy, and they're about to show you exactly what happens when the 'mouse' gets caught by the cats.

The office is unusually quiet when I arrive. No one is at their desks, which is strange for this time of morning. As I reach for the light switch, sudden darkness overtakes me—someone has blindfolded me from behind. Hands grab my wrists before I can react, pinning them behind my back.

"Surprise, Lei Director," a familiar voice purrs in my ear. Sister Yang. Before I can respond, buttons on my shirt pop open one by one. The cool air hits my chest, but then warm hands cover my skin.

"The team thought you deserved a reward for working so hard lately," Du Ziyuan's authoritative voice explains. I'd recognize that tone anywhere—it always sends shivers down my spine.

Another pair of hands works on my belt buckle. "Relax, Lei Xu," Da Li says roughly, "this is for your own good."

I struggle briefly, but it's useless against four pairs of hands. My pants hit the floor, leaving me completely exposed. Strong arms lift me and place me on the long office desk, my back against the cool wood.

A cold liquid suddenly drips onto my chest—the unmistakable scent of aromatic oil fills my nostrils. "Don't move too much, Director," Liu Liu's playful voice warns. "This oil was expensive."

I feel hands spreading the slippery substance across my chest, down my stomach, over my thighs. Their touches linger in sensitive areas, making my breath catch. Despite my protests, my body betrays me—already responding to their skilled hands.

"Look how responsive he is," someone murmurs appreciatively. Fingers brush over my nipples, making them harden instantly. Another hand slides between my legs, finding the wetness already gathering there.

"Seems like our little mouse actually wants this," Du Ziyuan observes. Her finger circles my entrance before slipping inside. I gasp, unable to hide my pleasure.

The blindfold muffles my vision but heightens every touch. Hands are everywhere—massaging, caressing, exploring. I'm completely at their mercy, and as the first orgasm approaches faster than I'd like to admit, I realize the workday has only just begun.