The woman was wearing nothing but the ropes wrapped around her pelvis. She was more than naked. She was exposed, like the girl in the video.

I watched a videotape, titled ‘Craving’, at home when I was a teenager. It started with a girl suspended by red ropes. She wore a shiny black outfit, tight enough to see her hard nipples poking through it.

An older lady came from behind the camera. The girl’s lips curved as she locked eyes with her. Moving her hand across the girl’s body, she left her skin glistening. Touching her sides, her neck, her thighs. But she never touched her... Her pussy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The girl had a blissful expression, similar to this woman.

There was a crowd watching. Her dom gave them clothing pins. the woman had ropes tightly wrapped around her tits. A pin went on her nipple. I wrapped my hand against my own. The pain was unimaginable; I must’ve pressed hard against Cris’ hand because they quickened their pace.

The ropes hugged the woman’s skin as they did with the girl.

She was as shiny as her outfit now, as the lady massaged her with oil. The ropes clenched around her thighs. Her skin moved when the lady slid her hand across it. The girl moaned increasingly louder as she got close to her pussy. She craved the touch so much, her hips couldn’t stop moving.

That was when my mom got home. I never saw if the lady gave what the girl craved. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Seeing this woman across the room was like scratching the itch I had since that day. But she disappeared when we turned around the corner.

There was a lineup of simple wooden doors on a long hallway. We stopped at one of them. A little golden plaque labeled it ‘Room 12’. They put the key on and turned it. My heart sank. It was my turn to be the girl... But I’m getting ahead of myself. I learned with Cris that pleasure comes from the build-up... So let’s start at the beginning.

* * *

It was the end of the month, and the office was a chaotic mess. Over the phone, a client was discussing with Miles whether she should keep their current plan or change to the same thing, with a higher price and fewer benefits. I felt the eye rolls from miles away, pun intended.

Ned and Tina were fighting over... Whatever they fight over. That’s their specialty. If they sold plans like they argue with each other, John would be the third-best employee in the office.

A branch in Maine was shut down at the start of the month. Thankfully, there were no mergers, but they passed their clients onto us. More clients equals more sales, right? It also equals more paperwork, unfortunately.

To be honest, that what caused the crunch. Without an entire branch to sell plans, we needed to fill in their shoes. So they raised our sales goal.

I made sure everybody had their shit together, watered the plants, except Miles’, don’t want to get close to that, and checked on Lisa to see if there were any notices from Corp. We’ve been getting a lot of those. Then finally went to the only quiet place in this building, my office.

It’s not a big one, but it’s cozy enough. There were a couple of plants to take care of here, too.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” I said to my barely hanging on pothos. Plants need encouragement too. They have their time. “You’re a little droopy right now. But you’ll grow strong. You’ll be the brightest thing in this office.” I finished watering it and snipped some overgrown stems around the other plants before taking a seat.

‘I should get a coffee.’ I thought, before screaming out of the door. “Connor!”

He’s a bit clumsy. The other day, he managed to untie his shoelace with one foot, and trip on it with the other. I’d say that was impressive if he hadn’t spilled my coffee all over the carpet.

He’s also very ambitious, always dreaming about going to Corp and becoming a manager. That much ambition was enough for the higher-ups to put him as... my assistant. I feel bad for him, but I have to admit it feels good to have someone that obeys you.

“Hi Ms. Hill.” He was tall enough to look down on me, but I still felt like I was towering over him.

“Don’t be so formal. You can call me Abbie.” I said. “Can you get me a cup of coffee, two sugar cubes, and just a dash of cream? Thank you!”

“Right away Ms- I mean Abbie.” He said, running to the kitchen.

He seems to do everything I ask him hoping that I’ll give Corp a good review of him. It’s not like I can write a bad review of anyone here. They’re like, my only... Friends?

‘I need some real friends.’

* * *

The office had calmed down, but the strain weighed on the air. We had about two and a half hours before the shift ended. The new quota was reachable, but that was only half the work. And that’s the part that everyone runs from the paperwork.

I needed to pull from my cheerleader’s vein and motivate these people. It’s always hard to call people to overwork themselves. I know how overworked I am. But I took a stab at it.

“Listen up everyone...” I shouted from my office door. A couple of heads turned. “I know it’s Friday, and the mountain is looking high right now. But, we can do it! We can reach our goal an-“

“We did hit our goal,” Miles said from his cubicle.

“What was that?”

“We hit our goal, I said. But, because you couldn’t stand up to Corp, we need to pick up slack for a dead branch.” He started walking towards me.

John stood up when he passed his desk and put a hand on his chest.

“That’s why I told George,” he continued, looking right into my eyes, “I could do your job a hundred times better.”

Pushing John’s arm, Miles rushed to the kitchen.