The door knob twisted slow, and Ethan's heart pounded hard in his chest. He grabbed Elena and Maria quick, pulling them behind a tall stack of boxes in the corner of the storage room. The door creaked open, light spilling in, and heavy footsteps echoed on the concrete floor. 'Hello? Anyone in here?' a gruff voice called not the boss, but old Mr. Jenkins from maintenance, his flashlight beam sweeping the shelves. Elena's hand clamped over her mouth to stifle a gasp, her body pressed tight against Ethan's side, still half-dressed, skirt bunched at her waist. Maria's big ass brushed his leg as she crouched low, breath hot and ragged.
Ethan held still, cock softening but still slick from their fun, tucked back in his pants just in time. The beam passed inches from their hiding spot, catching the wet spot on the floor where Elena's juices had dripped. Jenkins muttered, 'Damn mess,' and kicked a mop bucket, then turned and left, door clicking shut behind him. The three let out a collective sigh, bodies trembling from the close call. 'That was too close,' Elena whispered, straightening her blouse with shaky hands, cum still sticky on her skin under the fabric.
Maria kissed Ethan's cheek soft. 'You saved us. Come see me tomorrow?' He nodded, giving her ass a quick squeeze before she slipped out first, cart rattling down the hall. Elena lingered, eyes soft and grateful. 'Thank you... for everything.' She leaned in for one last kiss lips tender, tongue light romantic spark in the dim light. 'This stays between us.' Ethan watched her go, skirt swishing over her hips, then checked the hall clear and headed to his desk, pulse still racing, balls empty but satisfied. The system beeped in his head: Threesome objective complete. Reward: Cock sensitivity +15%. Stamina recovery in 30 minutes. New alert: Incoming task.
His office felt normal after the chaos computer humming, papers stacked neat. He sank into his chair, adjusting his pants where a faint wet spot lingered from Elena's squirt.
Ethan booted up his email, sipping water to clear the sex taste from his mouth. A ping: Company memo from HR. Urgent: New Industrial Trainee Assignment. Ethan, as per your performance review, you are tasked with training Sophia Reyes, starting today at 10 AM in Conference Room B. Focus on safety protocols, machine operation, and team integration. She is a recent grad, eager to learn. Report progress by EOD.
Sophia Reyes. The name sent a thrill through him. The system lit up: Target detected: New trainee. High attractiveness rating. Objective suggestion: Seduce during training for bonus upgrade. Turn her into your personal slut progress tracked. Ethan's cock stirred again, the sensitivity boost making even the fabric rub feel good. Train her to be a slut? Hell yes, he thought, imagining her on her knees under his desk. He looked at the clock 9:45. Time to prepare.
Conference Room B was small, windows overlooking the factory floor where machines whirred below. Ethan set up the projector with slides on conveyor belts and safety gear, his mind wandering to how he'd peel off her clothes layer by layer. The door opened at 10 sharp, and in walked Sophia tall, maybe 5'8", with smooth olive skin, long black hair cascading down her back in waves. She wore the company uniform: fitted polo shirt hugging her full C-cup breasts, nipples faintly outlined against the fabric, and khaki pants that clung to her wide hips and toned legs from what looked like yoga or dance. Her face was stunning big brown eyes, full lips painted soft pink, a smile that lit the room. 'Hi, I'm Sophia. You must be Ethan,' she said, voice smooth and confident, extending a hand. Her grip was firm, nails manicured red, sending a spark up his arm.
'Yeah, that's me. Welcome aboard,' Ethan replied, standing to shake it, eyes dipping quick to her chest as she leaned forward. No bra? The shirt stretched tight, showing the curve of her tits. 'Grab a seat. We'll start with the basics.' She sat across the table, crossing her legs, pants pulling taut over her thighs. The room smelled like fresh coffee from the pot he brewed, mixing with her light perfume floral and sweet. As he clicked through slides, explaining belt alignments and hazard signs, Sophia leaned in close, nodding eager. 'This is fascinating. I always wanted to work hands on,' she said, her foot accidentally brushing his under the table. Or was it accidental? Her eyes met his, playful spark there.
Ethan felt the pull, system urging: Flirt. Build tension. 'You look like you could handle anything hands on,' he said low, smiling. Sophia blushed light, biting her lip. 'I try. Grew up fixing cars with my dad, but this is new.' Conversation flowed easy her college stories, his fake tales of office life laughter filling the room. By the slide on emergency stops, her hand rested on the table near his, fingers inches apart. 'Show me the gear sometime?' she asked, voice husky. Ethan's cock hardened full, pressing against his zipper. 'After this, we can tour the floor. Personal demo.'
The training wrapped formal part quick, but Ethan stretched it, standing to demonstrate a harness clip. 'Here, try this,' he said, handing her the strap, stepping behind her close. His chest brushed her back as she fumbled the buckle, her ass round and firm grazing his bulge. 'Like this,' he murmured in her ear, hands over hers, guiding the clip. Heat radiated from her body, and he caught her scent stronger now, mixed with a hint of arousal. Sophia turned her head slight, lips close to his. 'You're a good teacher,' she whispered, breath warm. The romantic vibe hit—eyes locking, world narrowing to just them in the empty room.
He couldn't hold back. 'Sophia, you're gorgeous. From the second you walked in...' She smiled shy, but stepped closer, hand on his arm. 'I felt it too. Nervous, but... excited.' Ethan cupped her face gentle, thumb tracing her jaw, then kissed her soft lips meeting tender, no rush. Her mouth opened slow, tongue sliding against his, sweet like mint gum. The kiss deepened romantic, his hands roaming her back, pulling her waist flush. She sighed into him, breasts pressing his chest, nipples hard points through the shirt. 'Ethan... this is crazy, first day,' she panted, but her hands tugged his shirt free from his pants, fingers exploring his abs.
They moved to the table edge, her sitting up as he stood between her legs. 'I want you,' he said low, voice full of want, kissing her neck soft sucks, tasting her skin salty and warm. Sophia arched, moaning quiet. 'Me too. Touch me.' His hands slid under her polo, palms cupping her tits full and soft, no bra indeed, nipples dark and pebbled. He pinched them light, rolling between fingers, making her gasp. 'So sensitive,' he whispered, romantic words flowing. 'You're perfect, Sophia. Let me make you feel good.' She nodded, eyes glazed with lust, pulling her shirt up to expose her chest tits bouncing free, perfect handfuls with wide areolas.
Ethan leaned down, mouth latching on one nipple sucking hard, tongue swirling the bud while his hand kneaded the other. Sophia's head fell back, fingers in his hair. 'Yes... oh god, that feels amazing.' Her legs wrapped his hips, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock grind against her pants. He switched nipples, biting gentle, then trailed kisses down her stomach skin smooth, navel pierced with a tiny bar. Hands worked her belt, unbuckling fast, pants sliding down her hips. No panties? Her pussy was bare, waxed clean, lips pink and already slick, clit peeking out swollen.