-So I have an intern that has been working very hard and... Let's say that he deserves a reward.

-And can we trust him?

-You can trust on that he will brag about it with his friends. Cover your face.

-Ok, tell me the details.

The next day Olivier found himself working late. He wanted good references and so he worked hard, always offering his help. His boss was a cold person but not particularly demanding, so when she asked him to do some work after hours, he didn't expect to find himself still in the office at ten o'clock. Specially not on his penultimate day in that company.

-It is the last week, for god's sake!- He complained alone in the office, sitting in his boss' chair, as he had been ordered, still writting the demanded reports.

Suddenly a woman entered in the empty office. Despite that all the lights were off, except those above Olivier's head, she was wearing ample sunglasses. She walked straight towards him. She was wearing an ample black hoody sweater and black cargo pants, rare in June and, more curiously, a black scarf covering her face below the glasses.

-Olivier?- She asked curtly.

-Why? Are you the death angel? Did I die out of boredom?- He joked.

-Your boss has instructed me to deliver two gifts to you. One is that you can stop working now and go home. You will be allowed to leave early tomorrow, which is your last day, if I'm not wrong, in exchange for the extra hours today.

-Cool!- He saved the work done and shut down the computer. He was about to get up and leave as quickly as possible, not only because of the hour, but because that woman was giving him the creeps. She stopped him though.

-The second gift is this.

She pushed him back down on the chair and knelt in front of him. Without hesitation she opened the zipper of his pants and lowered her scarf. Because of the hoody he couldn't see her face down there so he was shocked when he felt a pair of lips kissing the tip of his penis. They kept kissing until he got erect. Then the lips started to kiss their way up and down the shaft repeatedly. When it got rock hard she took it in her mouth completely, keeping it there for a few seconds, which make him gasp. After that she started to bob her head up and down, so the tip briefly pressed against the ceiling of the mouth at a steady rhythm. As he got close to orgasm she started to swirl her tongue around the glans. He warned her that he was about to finish, assuming that she would move aside, but when it happened soon afterwards she softly bit the shaft to keep it inside and shallowed the liquid. Instead of calling the day, she stayed there licking the tip up and down until he got hard again.

The process repeated itself four more times. After that his penis got irresponsive despite her ongoing efforts. If before that he would moan and squirm constinuously, reacting to her actions, at that point he was just spent. She took the hint, and put his penis back in his pants. Remembering to cover her face again she stood up.

-Thank... Thank you.- He managed to say, out of his stupor for a moment.

-My pleasure.- He couldn't see it but she was smiling. She left him alone struggling to regain his breath. After that Brigitte drove to her appartment. She still had to write her adventure in a forum.

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Fifteen minutes from there Camille was alone at home. Her boyfiend had broken up with her a few weeks ago and she was sad. Also in part because the college year was about to end and she had plans for the summer. His explanation was that she was boring. And indeed she was a bookworm, and in consequence she waited for the summer holidays to do the fun stuff. Apparently he was in a hurry and couldn't wait until then. Ot it was an excuse and there was another reason.

Her mother should have arrived already. They lived together but they didn't talk much. Her parents' divorce a couple of years before had been angry and bitter and each other's company had become somewhat uncomfortable. She didn't blame her mother in particular, it was true that she spent a lot of time at work, and with Camille in college their relationship had gotten even colder. For that reason or maybe because her mother just didn't care, Camille spent a lot of time alone at home and had a lot of privacy.

She closed the door of her bedroom and laid on the bed. Grabbing a dildo from the drawer and opening the laptop she logged in her usual website. Picking a BDSM video randomly, she masturbated watching a beautiful leather clad mistress exerting dominance over a naked human pet. The mistress had a riding crop but she was using the least possible amount of violence to make the pet obey. She had other type of authority and people just followed along. Not long after that Camille heard her mom entering. She didn't open the door to say hi, she never did, so Camille's privacy was safe. The sound of the video was not very loud anyways, she probably hadn't heard anything.

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As soon as Brigitte arrived home she went to her bedroom and opened her laptop. She had to write down her adventure, for her followers to read. She didn't write names or specific info of that kind, but aside from that she would descrive it in full detail. Still she would lie about her face. In her stories she proudly exposed her identity so everybody could now. Her friend Silvie would read it though, knowing the truth. Their interests matched very well. She had found many sexual partners with Silvie's help.

They had been friends since highschool, more than thirty years already. Silvie had never been very sexual. At first Brigitte thought that it was shyness, but no. Years later she suspected homosexuality, but also no. She was a voyeur, Brigitte had found out about a year ago, an indirect consequence of her divorce. Silvie liked watching others have sex, or, if that were not possible, at least listening to their experiences. And indeed she had always asked Brigitte to tell her about her affairs with as much detail as possible.

After the divorce Brigitte felt sad for a time. Silvie kept telling her to find somebody else but Brigitte didn't want another relationship. One day she was semi drunk in a pub and ended up in bed with a stranger. Silvie of course loved to hear the details. Curiously instead of regretting it, like happens to many people, Brigitte didn't feel bad at all. Quite the opposite, she felt exultant. Pointless sex with a stranger turned out to be quite fun. Moreover, if the guy was a bit disrespectful and tried to slut shame her it was even more fun. Something about being treated like a slut either in person or through comments in an online forum had an arousing effect on her. The effect was stronger if other person, Silvie for example, had chosen her sexual partner, as it made her feel like an object somehow. Even more so if she didn't particularly like the person, as long as it weren't too disgusting, either in body or personality.

She finished writing and posted the text. Immediately after she got her hand in her panties and started to rub her clit furiously, repeating again and again in her head the events of the office. The next day there should be already some comments and she would masturbate again while reading them. One of the commenters would be Silvie using a nickname. She would use words like slut and whore, knowing how much Brigitte loved them. Other readers would follow her example.

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The next day, when Olivier saw Silvie at work, he couldn't suppress a smile. His penis still felt drained, because of all the energy spent. There was an idea roaming around his head and he only needed to be brave enough to say it out loud. He was seeing his boss in a different light and he was pretty sure that, even if the answer were no, he knew that he had to try.

-Boss?- He gathered the strength and went to her office.- Can I speak to you in private?

-Eh...- She felt immediately uncomfortable. It wouldn't be the first time that she helped Brigitte with her adventures and an overly enthusiastic guy followed her around demanding more. Still she was pretty sure that Olivier wouldn't cause trouble at the office, even in his last day. He followed him to an empty corridor.

-Some of my friends are finishing college in a couple of weeks and we are preparing a party. Is it possible that your, eh..., friend, will want to come and, eh..., do her thing?- Silvie calmed down. It was a bold question but entirely reasonable.

-Not sure. Tell me more.

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Camille got a message with good news. Her exboyfriend had had an accident and couldn't go to the end of course party. As they were in the same group of friends, the last weeks had been awkward for everybody. They had tried to be civilized but having both of them together in the same place was risky. Camille had decided not to go if the situation could become problematic. For example a party where people would drink, could probably lead to excessive sincerity and consequent arguments. If her ex couldn't go because of a broken leg, then there would be no problem.

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That afternoon Brigitte and Silvie discussed Olivier's idea drinking a coffee. Around ten people, he had said, but some of them were engaged and may not want to do anything with her. It would be risky. If only one of them were a bit violent she could end up hurt. If only one of them were curious and tried to unmask her could be a catastrophe. Silvie couldn't be there protecting her because that would spoil the party. On the other hand, having sex in front of a bunch of strangers, and then writing everything down in the forum would be incredibly hot. It was a big dilemma. She had never done anything of the kind and it was a great opportunity.