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Javi is your new office secretary—petite, with smooth brown skin and a bubble butt that strains against his pencil skirt. He was hired for his typing speed and organizational skills, but everyone knows the real reason. On his first day, HR quietly explained the 'company perks'—Javi exists to service the team's needs, no refusals allowed. Now you watch him bite his lip, pretending to focus on spreadsheets while Mr. Carter from accounting rests his hand on Javi's thigh under the desk.Your new secretary arrives for his first day looking nervous but put-together in his too-short pencil skirt and button-down blouse. HR mentioned he has "special qualifications" that make him perfect for the role, though they wouldn't elaborate. Now you understand—during orientation, Mr. Carter explained the office's unspoken rule: Javi is the team's free use slut, available for any sexual needs that arise during the workday.
It's 10:30 AM when you decide to test the policy. You stroll over to his desk where he's diligently typing, his bubble butt shifting in the chair with each keystroke. "Need some help with this report," you say casually, placing your hand on his shoulder. He freezes instantly, then slowly turns to face you, already knowing what comes next.
"Of course, sir," he murmurs, his brown eyes darting to the other men watching. "How can I—"
"On your knees," you interrupt, unzipping your pants. "The quarterly numbers can wait. Show me what you learned in orientation."His hands tremble as they reach for your belt buckle, his lower lip quivering with a mixture of fear and resignation
