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“Come on, Luca, aren’t you ashamed of carrying me around like this?” Alice adjusted her tattered skirt that revealed her thighs every few steps, feigning reproach as she winked at me. Her tight shirt left little to the imagination, and she knew it.
We were late for our date with my friends, as usual. Alice had spent a whole hour trying on dresses, asking me every five minutes if I was sure “this wasn’t too much.” She always was, of course. She loved that game.
“What the fuck are you doing, having sex in the doorway now?” Rocco shouted, opening the door to the bar, already half drunk. His eyes immediately slid to Alice’s cleavage, and she looked down with a fake-shy smile. “Sorry… Luca’s a pig, he made me dress like this.”
Marco rubbed his beard, chuckling as he watched her sit down with studied slowness, her skirt riding up just a little too high. “Holy shit, Luca, are you going to let her out naked tonight, or are you going to rip it off after dinner?” Alice actually blushed that time, but she swiped the toe of her boot across my calf under the table, aroused by the vulgarity.
“Be good, you idiots,” I said, feigning annoyance as I squeezed her thigh under the tablecloth. Daniele’s knee bumped against hers as he leaned over for the beer, and she let out a muffled groan that only I heard. “Oh sorry,” he muttered, but his fingers lingered a second too long on the glass he handed her.
Sergio, the quietest of the group, still hadn’t taken his eyes off his phone. Until Alice leaned forward to pick up an olive, sliding her cleavage down. “Holy shit,” he blurted, dropping the phone. Her blush rose to her ears as she readjusted her shirt, but not so quickly as to hide the hard nipples that were showing through.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to wet myself,” Alice whispered to me, but loud enough for Rocco to hear. He literally drooled beer all over his shirt. “God damn, she’s a natural whore,” he laughed, wiping it with his sleeve. Alice lowered her eyelids, feigning offense, but the hand that was searching for me under the table was trembling with desire. “And you’re a pig,” she replied, unconsciously stroking her neck where she knew Rocco was staring at her weak spot.
Daniele slid onto the bench next to her, pretending to pick up a fallen fork. “Come on, if you dress like that it’s because you want to drive us crazy,” he whispered, breathing on her neck as he stood up. Alice held her breath, and I saw her legs involuntarily tighten under her skirt. “I… I dress however I want,” she stammered, but her voice was a touch too high. Marco laughed loudly and patted her ass as he walked behind her to the bathroom. “Of course, and the Pope is Protestant.”
It was at that moment that the door to the bar yanked open. “Alice?! What the fuck are you doing here?” Three men in suits, all in their thirties, stared at us with wide eyes. Alice stiffened her back like a cat in the rain. “Oh… hey guys,” she said in a thin voice, instinctively trying to pull down her skirt, which had stopped obeying her for an hour now.
“Who are these losers?” Rocco muttered, kicking the empty chair next to him. The tallest of the trio, a guy with a close-cropped head, narrowed his eyes. “We’re Alice’s colleagues. And you?” His hand was already sliding onto Alice’s shoulder, too short to be casual. “We didn’t know she frequented… places like that.” Alice coughed, her bare, sandaled feet twisting together. “I’m with my boyfriend,” she whispered, but no one seemed to hear.
“Boyfriend? When would that be?” laughed the second, a guy with thick glasses who brushed her waist as he sat down without permission. “Alice’s our good office slut, isn’t she? Always so polite… until she bends over to pick up the pens.” Alice made a strangled noise, her cheeks as red as the wine in her glass. The third colleague, a dark-haired man with huge hands, pinched her hip as he walked behind her. “That’s great, you don’t even have any panties on today, huh? I told you I’d fuck you on the copy table sooner or later.”
My friends exchanged electrified glances. Rocco bit his lip as he watched Alice shrink in her chair, her thighs rubbing together nervously. “Holy shit, Luca,” Daniele hissed, “is your girlfriend the office whore?” Alice looked at me with teary eyes, but the way she bit her lower lip wasn’t fear. It was something else.
“Hey, let’s make a toast!” the dark-haired colleague exclaimed, suddenly raising his glass as his other hand slid behind Alice’s back. “To our favorite little slut who finally shows us her true self!” The sound of the glasses clashing drowned out Alice’s muffled moan as his fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her head back with feigned nonchalance.
“Alice always told me she was single,” the man with the glasses muttered, his bony fingers already fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I guess this guy’s just a friend… a very close one, huh?” His shrill laugh was lost in the din of the room as his hand slid under the tablecloth and onto Alice’s bare thigh. I saw her stiffen, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white.
“What the fuck…” Sergio finally looked up from his phone, but instead of defending her, his gaze wandered to Alice’s parted thighs, where her skirt had stopped covering anything. “Holy shit, she’s wet,” he muttered, making Marco drool as well, having just sat down after returning from the bathroom. Alice closed her eyes, her breath coming out in gasps as her three colleagues pressed closer and closer around her, their hands “accidentally” touching every part of her exposed body.
“I think your girlfriend has a secret,” Rocco chuckled, pouring himself another beer while watching the scene with narrowed eyes. Alice opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment the brunette grabbed her nipple through the thin fabric, causing her to let out a yelp that attracted the attention of half the place. “Shhh, quiet, little slut,” he whispered, “you know how much we love hearing you moan in the office. Now show everyone how good you are.”
Daniele rubbed his crotch under the table, unable to look away as his bespectacled colleague finally slipped a hand under Alice’s skirt, his fingers disappearing between her thighs. “Fuck, Luca, are you going to let them do this?” he asked in a hoarse voice. I didn’t respond, too busy hiding my erection under the tablecloth as Alice let him grope her in front of everyone, her eyes half-closed and moist. “I-they’re just games between co-workers…” she stammered, but the way she arched against the hand lifting her shirt betrayed her words.
“Games? Come on,” the clean-shaven man laughed, grabbing her hair to force her to look at me. “How many times did you get fucked in the conference room while your poor ‘boyfriend’ thought you were working?” Alice let out a long moan, her legs spreading further under her colleague’s expert fingers. “T…twice…” she whispered, before biting her lip. “Three!” the brunette corrected, pinching her breast. “You forget that time in the copy room, little whore.”
Marco stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. “Excuse me, I’m going to take a piss,” he muttered, but instead of heading for the bathroom, he took a wide detour to walk behind Alice. As her colleagues openly harassed her, he whispered in her ear: “If you lift that beautiful ass a little higher, maybe I’ll help you remember better…” Alice nodded slightly, pushing her ass back against Marco’s pelvis, while her colleagues’ hands finally ripped her shirt off, leaving her bare breasts shivering under the fluorescent lights.
“Alice…” I finally said, feigning a reproachful tone that no one believed. She looked at me with frightened doe eyes, but when her bespectacled colleague suddenly put two fingers in her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked with a moan that made my erection explode. “Holy shit,” Rocco blurted out, “so she really is the office slut!” Alice nodded shamefully as the fingers slipped out of her wet mouth, but the glint in her eyes was pure arousal. “S…sorry,” she whispered, “it’s just that when they treat me like a slut… I can’t say no.” The brunette laughed and grabbed her hair again. “Then get ready, because tonight we’re going to treat you VERY badly.”
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