Chapter 4: Break Room Conversations
"You look tired, Emma. First session?" Rina asked matter-of-factly as she stirred her instant coffee, not even looking up from her accounting spreadsheets scattered across the break room table.
Emma nearly choked on her sandwich, glancing around nervously at the other women gathered for their lunch break. "Is it that obvious?"
"Honey, we all had that same shell-shocked look after our first time," Candy laughed, though there wasn't much humor in it. "Plus, you're walking a bit... carefully today."
Liza looked up from her phone with practiced disinterest. "At least you had Althea to coach you through it. My mentor was Tessa, and she was useless - kept getting distracted by the managers' hands all over her."
"I did my best naman," Althea protested, unwrapping her lumpia. "It's hard to give proper instruction when they keep kissing you in the middle of explanations."
"Tell me about it," Rina snorted. "During my first session, I tried to ask about the proper angle for reverse cowgirl and Cruz just shoved his tongue down my throat. Very educational."
Emma stared at them in disbelief. "You're all talking about this like... like discussing quarterly reports."
"Because that's basically what it is," Liza shrugged. "Quarterly reports, monthly team building, annual performance reviews - it's all just work, Emma. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life becomes."
"But don't you feel..." Emma struggled for words, "violated? Angry? This isn't normal!"
The four Filipino women exchanged knowing looks, and Candy let out a bitter laugh. "Normal according to who? This is our normal, Emma. Welcome to corporate Philippines."
"Besides," Rina added pragmatically, "the salary is good, benefits are excellent, and job security is better than most companies. You think SM or Ayala treats their employees better? At least here we know exactly what's expected."
"Speaking of expectations," Althea said, pulling out a small pack of lip balm, "Emma, you're going to want to invest in good chapstick. Industrial strength. Trust me on this."
"Chapstick?" Emma asked, confused.
"For the blowjobs," Liza explained bluntly. "Monthly sessions, quarterly reviews, plus random 'urgent meetings' with upper management. Your lips will take a beating. Literally."
Emma's face went pale. "How often is 'random'?"
"Depends on your department and how much the managers like you," Candy said, applying her own lip balm. "I'm in HR, so I get called for 'consultations' maybe twice a month. Rina in accounting gets it less - numbers don't require as much... personal attention."
"What about pregnancy?" Emma asked quietly. "They never use condoms, and I wasn't on birth control when I moved here..."
The room went silent for a moment, and Emma noticed the uncomfortable glances between the other women.
"That's... a legitimate concern," Althea admitted. "Most of us are on pills now. Company health insurance covers it, actually."
"Very progressive benefits package," Rina added dryly. "They even have a discrete clinic partnership for... emergencies."
"Emergencies?" Emma's voice was getting higher.
"Twice," Liza said flatly. "I've had to use their 'emergency services' twice in three years. Morning-after pills both times, thank god. The company nurse is very understanding - she's been through the program herself."
"This is insane," Emma whispered. "How do you live with this?"
"You compartmentalize," Candy explained, her tone shifting to something almost therapeutic. "Work Emma and Real Emma become different people. Work Emma does what's required professionally. Real Emma goes home and watches Netflix and pretends the day didn't happen."
"It's actually not that different from other jobs when you think about it," Rina mused. "My friend works at a call center where they get screamed at by angry customers for eight hours a day. My cousin is a nurse who gets sexually harassed by patients constantly. At least here the abuse is... structured. Predictable."
"And well-compensated," Althea added. "My starting salary here was 40% higher than my previous job, plus performance bonuses."
"Performance bonuses," Emma repeated numbly.
"Christmas party was particularly generous last year," Liza smirked. "Three-day company retreat in Boracay. Very intensive team building. But the bonus was enough for a down payment on my condo."
Emma stared at them, trying to process how casually they discussed trading sexual compliance for financial security. "Don't you have families? Boyfriends? How do you explain..."
"My boyfriend thinks I work for a very demanding consulting firm," Candy shrugged. "Which is technically true. And my parents are proud of how successful I've become - they don't ask too many questions about why I can afford to send them money every month."
"The key is boundaries," Rina explained, pulling out her own lunch. "Work stays at work. I never think about what happened during sessions when I'm at home. It's just... professional duties."
"Like filing reports or attending meetings?" Emma asked, echoing what Althea had told her yesterday.
"Exactly," Liza nodded approvingly. "You're learning already."
"But what about when they touch you randomly during regular work hours?" Emma asked, remembering how handsy the managers had been even while getting dressed. "This morning Santos grabbed my ass when I was getting coffee."
"That's just Filipino office culture," Althea explained. "Very... affectionate management style. You'll get used to it."
"I saw Torres kiss you during the budget meeting," Candy observed. "Right in the middle of your presentation about Q3 projections."
"Professional feedback," Rina said matter-of-factly. "He was showing approval for my work. It's actually a good sign - means you're doing well."
Emma looked around the table at these women who had somehow normalized sexual harassment and assault as standard operating procedure. "How long did it take you to... adjust?"
"Three months," Candy said immediately. "First month was horrible - lots of crying, panic attacks, considering quitting. Second month was angry acceptance. Third month I realized I was making more money than I'd ever made in my life."
"Two months for me," Rina added. "But I'm very goal-oriented. I focused on the financial benefits and career advancement opportunities."
"Six months," Liza admitted. "I was stubborn. Kept thinking someone would come rescue me or that I could find another job that paid as well. Eventually reality set in."
"What about Maya?" Emma asked. "She seems so... professional about everything."
"Maya's been here five years," Althea explained. "She's basically management level now, just without the title. Gets invited to executive retreats, special client entertainment events, board meeting 'preparations.' She's basically the gold standard for employee development."
"Plus she mentors all the new girls," Candy added. "Company recognizes her valuable... educational contributions."
"Educational," Emma repeated flatly.
"You should feel honored," Liza pointed out. "Usually new international hires get assigned to whoever's available. But they gave you both Maya and Althea for orientation. Shows they want you to succeed."
"Success," Emma muttered. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Emma," Rina said gently, "you can keep fighting this and make yourself miserable, or you can accept reality and start focusing on your career growth. The company promotes from within, benefits are excellent, and job security is better than anywhere else in Metro Manila."
"Think of it as... specialized skills development," Candy suggested. "You're gaining experience that makes you very valuable to this organization."
"Plus," Althea added quietly, "where else can you go now? You think other companies will understand if you quit after a week? With your visa status?"
Emma felt the walls closing in as she realized the truth - she was trapped. Between visa requirements, student loans, and the career opportunity this job represented, she couldn't afford to leave. And somehow, these women had found ways to not just survive but thrive within this system.
"So what's my next step?" she asked weakly.
"Monthly session is in three weeks," Liza checked her phone calendar. "Start taking prenatal vitamins - not because you want to get pregnant, but because they're good for your general health during... intensive periods. Get better chapstick. And maybe invest in some good concealer for hickeys."
"Hickeys are actually a sign of manager approval," Candy pointed out. "Shows they're marking you as valuable team members."
"Like a performance review written on your neck," Rina added with dark humor.
"This is completely insane," Emma said for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Welcome to the Philippines, Emma," Althea said with a tired smile. "At least the health insurance is comprehensive."
Just another normal lunch break conversation in modern corporate Manila.
"By the way," Liza added as they cleared their lunch containers, "next month you'll probably meet Director Villanueva for your first quarterly assessment. He's very... thorough in his evaluation process."
"More thorough than yesterday?" Emma asked fearfully.
"Much more," Candy confirmed. "But Maya will coach you through it. She's had a lot of practice with executive-level presentations."
"Presentations," Emma repeated weakly.
"Very hands-on presentations," Rina clarified with a smirk. "But the performance bonuses are excellent."
As they headed back to their desks, Emma couldn't help but notice how normal everything seemed. Phones ringing, keyboards clicking, the casual hum of office productivity. It was as if the break room conversation about sexual exploitation and financial survival had never happened.
Just another day at the office in paradise.
Chapter 5
Emma's heels clicked against the marble floor of the forty-second floor as she made her way toward Executive Vice President Rodriguez's corner office. Her portfolio clutched against her chest contained quarterly projections and market analysis data, but her mind kept drifting to Maya's parting words: "Just remember, it's about building trust and demonstrating commitment to the team."
The receptionist - a petite Filipina woman who couldn't have been older than twenty-two - smiled brightly. "Ms. Chen? Mr. Rodriguez is expecting you. Please go right in."
Emma knocked twice before entering. The office was expansive, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Manila's sprawling cityscape. Rodriguez, a distinguished man in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair, looked up from his laptop with a warm smile.
"Emma! Perfect timing. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the leather chairs arranged around a small conference table.
Emma had barely settled into the leather chair when Rodriguez rolled his own seat closer, his hand casually coming to rest on her thigh. "I'm so glad we could arrange this one-on-one," he said warmly, giving her leg a gentle squeeze. "How are you finding the transition so far?"
"It's been... an adjustment," Emma managed, glancing down at his hand. The weight of it felt heavy through her pencil skirt. "Sir, I wanted to ask about some of the cultural differences I've been observing—"
"Ah yes, cultural integration is crucial for success here," Rodriguez interrupted, his thumb beginning to trace small circles against her leg. "That's exactly what these sessions are designed to address. Did you bring the quarterly projections I requested?"
"Yes, they're right here." Emma fumbled with her portfolio, trying to focus on work while his hand continued its casual exploration of her thigh. "But I was hoping we could discuss some of the expectations around—"
"Excellent, excellent." Rodriguez leaned closer to examine the documents, his breath warm against her ear as his free hand came to rest on her waist. "Your market analysis is quite thorough. Tell me about your methodology here."
Emma's breath caught as she felt his fingers begin to trace along her ribs. "Mr. Rodriguez, I'm not sure I understand what's happening right now."
"What do you mean?" He glanced up from the spreadsheet, his expression genuinely puzzled while his hand continued to roam across her torso. "We're reviewing your quarterly projections. This is standard executive oversight."
"But you're..." Emma gestured vaguely at his wandering hands.
"Oh, the physical component?" Rodriguez waved dismissively, as if she'd asked about his choice of pen. "That's just how we conduct business here. Much more collaborative than those sterile American boardrooms. Now, about these market penetration figures..."
His hand had somehow migrated to cup her breast through her blouse, kneading gently while he pointed at a cell in the spreadsheet. Emma sat frozen, trying to process the disconnect between his casual demeanor and his increasingly intimate touch.
"I think there might be some confusion about professional boundaries—" she started.
"No confusion at all," Rodriguez assured her, standing and moving behind her chair. His hands settled on her shoulders, beginning a gentle massage while he leaned over to study the documents. "You Americans are so tense about everything. Here, we believe in holistic executive development."
His lips brushed against her neck as he spoke, sending an involuntary shiver through her. "Your growth projections for Q4 look promising, though I think we need to discuss your positioning strategy."
"Mr. Rodriguez, are you kissing my neck?" Emma's voice came out strangled.
"Hmm?" He pulled back slightly, looking genuinely distracted. "Oh, sorry, occupational habit. I was concentrating on your variance calculations." He immediately returned to pressing soft kisses along her neckline while his fingers began unbuttoning her blouse. "These numbers suggest we need to take a more aggressive approach to market entry."
Emma sat rigidly as cool air hit her skin, her blouse falling open. "I don't think this is appropriate workplace behavior."
"What isn't appropriate?" Rodriguez asked absently, his hands now working to unhook her bra while he continued studying the spreadsheet over her shoulder. "Your analysis is quite solid, though I'd like to see more granular data on customer acquisition costs."
"You're undressing me," Emma said flatly, her bra sliding down her arms.
"Multi-tasking," Rodriguez replied cheerfully, his palms covering her bare breasts as he pointed at another section of the document. "Very important skill for executives at your level. Now, these retention rates - what's your strategy for improvement?"
Emma found herself answering despite her state of undress, his matter-of-fact tone somehow making everything feel surreal rather than threatening. "We're implementing a three-tier loyalty program with enhanced customer service touchpoints..."
"Good, very good." Rodriguez's thumbs circled her nipples while he nodded approvingly. "And how does that integrate with your digital marketing initiatives?"
His mouth found hers mid-sentence, the kiss warm and thorough. Emma made a muffled sound of surprise but found herself responding automatically, her mind struggling to reconcile the intimate contact with his continued discussion of business metrics.
"Excellent collaborative instincts," he murmured against her lips, guiding her to stand. "Let's move to the conference table where we can spread out these documents properly."
Emma allowed herself to be led across the office, topless and dazed, watching as Rodriguez efficiently cleared space on the polished mahogany surface. "Sir, I really think we should clarify what's happening here—"
"Of course, clarity is essential." Rodriguez's hands were already working on her skirt zipper. "I want to make sure I fully understand your strategic recommendations. Could you walk me through your competitive analysis?"
Emma found herself lying back against the cool wood, her skirt and panties somehow having disappeared while she explained market positioning. Rodriguez stood between her spread legs, casually removing his own clothing while nodding thoughtfully at her presentation.
"Fascinating approach to brand differentiation," he commented, settling between her thighs. "And how do you plan to measure ROI on these initiatives?"
Emma gasped as she felt him pressing against her entrance, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "I... we developed a comprehensive tracking system for..."
"Mmm, comprehensive tracking," Rodriguez agreed, pushing inside her with a low groan of satisfaction. "That's exactly what we need for sustainable growth."
Emma's explanation dissolved into a breathless moan as he began moving within her, his rhythm steady and purposeful. "Mr. Rodriguez, this isn't normal business practice—"
"What's not normal about it?" He paused his thrusts to flip through her documents, still buried inside her. "Everything we're doing serves our mutual professional objectives. Your integration into company culture, building executive trust, establishing collaborative frameworks..."
He resumed his movements, one hand on her hip while the other traced columns of numbers. "These market share projections look conservative. Do you think we should be more aggressive in our expansion timeline?"
Emma couldn't form coherent thoughts, let alone strategic recommendations, but Rodriguez seemed content to carry both sides of the conversation while he fucked her with the same methodical attention he brought to quarterly reviews.
"I'll take your enthusiastic response as agreement," he chuckled, his pace increasing. "We'll schedule follow-up sessions to refine these strategies further."
"Actually," Rodriguez said, still buried deep inside her while casually shuffling through her spreadsheets, "I think we'd be more comfortable in the seating area. These conference tables aren't really designed for extended strategic planning sessions."
Without waiting for a response, he scooped Emma up, his cock still nestled inside her as he carried her across the office. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, gasping at how the movement caused him to shift deeper.
"Mr. Rodriguez, this is insane—" she started.
"What's insane about proper ergonomics?" He settled onto the leather couch, Emma straddling his lap, her documents somehow still clutched in one of his hands. "Workplace comfort directly impacts productivity. Now, where were we with the customer retention metrics?"
Emma could feel every inch of him stretching her, the leather cool against her bare thighs as she found herself riding him. "I can't concentrate like this," she gasped.
"Multi-tasking takes practice," Rodriguez assured her, his free hand guiding her hips in a steady rhythm while he continued reading. "Let's focus on your digital marketing budget allocation. I see you've earmarked thirty percent for social media campaigns..."
The wet sounds of their coupling filled the office - soft, rhythmic squelching as Emma's body unconsciously responded to his guidance. Despite her mental confusion, she was embarrassingly slick, her body betraying her with increasing wetness that made each movement produce obscene little sounds.
"The... the social media strategy targets demographics aged 25-40," Emma managed between gasps, her voice catching each time he thrust up into her.
"Excellent demographic targeting," Rodriguez nodded approvingly, his thumb finding her clit and beginning slow circles that made her inner walls clench around him. "And what's your projected click-through rate for those campaigns?"
Slap, slap, slap - the sound of skin meeting skin as Emma bounced involuntarily on his lap, her breasts swaying with each movement. She could feel him throbbing inside her, stretching her completely full while he discussed conversion metrics with the same tone he'd use for any quarterly review.
"I... oh god... we're projecting 3.2 percent initial engagement," she panted, her hips moving faster now, chasing the friction his thumb provided.
"Ambitious but achievable," Rodriguez mused, setting the documents aside so he could grip her hips with both hands, controlling her rhythm more precisely. "What about your attribution modeling? Are you tracking cross-platform customer journeys?"
The wet sounds grew louder, more insistent - squelch, squelch, squelch - as Emma's arousal increased despite her bewilderment. Her body had taken over completely, grinding against him with desperate need while her mind struggled to form coherent responses to his business questions.
"We're... fuck... we're using a multi-touch attribution model," she gasped, her hands bracing against his chest as he guided her into a faster pace.
"Smart approach," Rodriguez agreed, his breathing growing heavier though his tone remained conversational. "Multi-touch attribution is essential for understanding the complete customer lifecycle. Much like what we're doing here - building comprehensive professional relationships through multiple touchpoints."
Emma's moans mixed with the increasingly obscene sounds of their bodies moving together, her wetness creating a slick mess between them. Each time she sank down onto him, there was a soft squelch followed by the sharp slap of their skin meeting.
"Mr. Rodriguez," she tried again, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "this can't be normal workplace mentoring—"
"What's not normal about thorough performance review?" he asked, flipping her onto her back on the couch without missing a beat. "I need to evaluate your responsiveness to different strategic approaches."
Now he was above her, his weight pressing her into the leather as he resumed his steady thrusts. Emma could hear everything now - the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of her, the rhythmic creaking of the expensive furniture, her own breathless whimpers mixing with his increasingly labored breathing.
"Tell me about your competitive analysis," Rodriguez requested, his hips snapping against hers with increasing urgency. "What differentiates our market position?"
Emma's legs wrapped around his waist automatically, her body arching to meet his thrusts while she struggled to remember anything about market positioning. "We have... oh fuck... superior customer service infrastructure..."
"Good, very good," he groaned, his professional facade finally showing cracks as pleasure overtook him. "And our pricing strategy relative to competitors?"
Slap, slap, slap - his pace intensified, the couch cushions compressing with each powerful thrust. Emma could feel herself building toward climax, her inner walls fluttering around his thickness while he continued his surreal mixture of business discussion and increasingly desperate fucking.
"Premium pricing... justified by... oh god, right there... by superior value proposition," she gasped out.
"Exactly," Rodriguez panted, his restraint finally cracking as he pounded into her with abandon. "Premium positioning requires... consistent delivery... of exceptional performance..."
Rodriguez's mouth crashed against Emma's mid-sentence, swallowing her explanation of market differentials in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored her mouth thoroughly while his hips never stopped their relentless rhythm, the wet sounds of their coupling growing more frantic by the second.
"Mmm, excellent oral communication skills," he murmured against her lips, then immediately captured them again in another searing kiss. "Very important for... client presentations..."
Emma could taste coffee on his tongue, feel his stubble scratching against her chin as he kissed her with increasing desperation. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the contrast between his tender mouth and the powerful thrusts that were driving her toward climax.
"I think we need to discuss... oh fuck... your long-term growth projections," Rodriguez panted between kisses, his movements becoming erratic as he approached his peak. "The board will want to see... substantial expansion..."
His lips found hers again, this kiss deeper and more possessive than the others. Emma could feel him swelling inside her, his rhythm becoming urgent and uncontrolled.
"Mr. Rodriguez," she gasped against his mouth, "are you going to—"
"Quarterly targets are aggressive but achievable," he groaned, his hips slamming against hers with final desperation. "We just need to ensure... proper resource allocation... and—OH FUCK—"
Emma felt him explode inside her with shocking intensity, his cock pulsing as what felt like an impossible amount of hot cum flooded her pussy. She could feel it coating her inner walls, so much that it immediately began leaking out around his thickness with obscene wet sounds.
But instead of softening and withdrawing like every man she'd ever been with, Rodriguez simply paused for a moment, still rock-hard inside her while he caught his breath.
"Excellent collaborative session so far," he said conversationally, as if he hadn't just filled her with what felt like a cup of semen. "Though I think we need to explore some additional strategic frameworks."
Emma stared up at him in bewilderment. "Are you... are you still hard?"
"Hmm?" Rodriguez glanced down between them, where his cock remained fully erect despite having just orgasmed. "Oh, that's just good executive stamina. Essential for extended planning sessions. Now, where were we with your customer acquisition strategy?"
He resumed thrusting as if nothing had happened, his cum making the most obscene wet sounds as it squelched out of her with each movement. Emma could feel the sticky mess coating her thighs, dripping onto the leather couch, but Rodriguez seemed completely unfazed by the growing puddle beneath them.
"I don't understand," Emma gasped, her body responding despite her mental confusion. "Men don't usually stay hard after they—"
"After they what?" Rodriguez asked innocently, leaning down to capture her lips in another deep kiss. "I was discussing your market penetration strategies. Very thorough analysis, by the way."
His tongue explored her mouth while he maintained his steady rhythm, the wet sounds now even more pronounced with his cum adding to the lubrication. Squelch, squelch, squelch - each thrust produced obscene noises as his semen mixed with her arousal.
"This is insane," Emma whimpered between kisses, but her hips were meeting his thrusts automatically, her body chasing the friction despite her mental bewilderment.
"What's insane about comprehensive performance review?" Rodriguez murmured against her lips, then kissed her again, this one slow and thorough. "I need to ensure you're fully prepared for advanced collaborative techniques."
Emma could feel another orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around his impossibly hard cock while his cum continued to leak out of her in sticky streams. The combination of sensations - his tongue in her mouth, his thickness stretching her, the wet mess they were making together - was overwhelming her ability to think clearly.
"But you already came," she protested weakly, even as her legs tightened around his waist.
"First quarter results," Rodriguez explained matter-of-factly, his pace increasing again. "We're aiming for sustained performance throughout the fiscal year. Speaking of which, have you given thought to your personal development goals for the next quarter?"
His mouth found hers again before she could respond, this kiss desperate and hungry as he built toward what was apparently going to be his second orgasm. Emma could taste her own arousal on his lips now, mixed with the coffee and something uniquely him.
The wet sounds grew even more obscene as his thrusts became frantic, cum squelching out around his cock with each movement. Emma found herself kissing him back with matching desperation, her body completely betraying her mental confusion as she raced toward her own climax.
"I think we're making excellent progress on your integration goals," Rodriguez groaned against her mouth, his hips slamming against hers with increasing urgency. "Really breaking through those professional barriers..."
Emma felt him pulse inside her again, somehow producing another massive load that mixed with the first, creating an even wetter, more obscene mess between them. But just like before, he remained completely hard, never even pausing his movements.
"What the fuck," Emma whispered, staring up at him in amazement.
"Language, Ms. Chen," Rodriguez chided gently, though he was smiling as he continued his relentless pace. "We maintain professional decorum even during intensive collaboration sessions. Now, shall we discuss your team leadership strategies for Q4?"
Emma could only moan in response, her mind completely overwhelmed by the surreal mixture of mundane business discussion and the most intense sexual experience of her life, all while this impossible man showed no signs of slowing down.
"I... I think I need to freshen up," Emma managed, her voice hoarse as Rodriguez finally helped her sit upright on the cum-soaked leather couch. Her legs felt unsteady, and she could feel the obscene amount of his semen immediately beginning to leak out of her in thick streams.
"Of course, of course. The executive washroom is right through there," Rodriguez gestured casually toward a door behind his desk, already reaching for his scattered clothing. "Take all the time you need. I'll just review these quarterly projections while you compose yourself."
Emma stood on shaking legs, cum immediately running down her inner thighs in warm rivulets. She grabbed what remained of her clothing and stumbled toward the bathroom, acutely aware of the wet sounds her movements produced and the sticky trails she was leaving on the polished marble floor.
The executive washroom was pristine - all marble and gold fixtures, with plush towels and expensive toiletries arranged on granite countertops. Emma caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror and froze.
She looked absolutely wrecked. Her hair was matted with sweat and what could only be cum - somehow Rodriguez had managed to get his semen in places she didn't even remember him being near. Her lipstick was completely gone, her lips swollen and bruised from his kisses. But it was the sheer volume of cum coating her body that truly shocked her.
Thick white streams ran steadily down both legs, pooling at her feet on the marble floor. Her inner thighs were completely coated, and when she turned slightly, she could see more trailing down her back somehow. It was everywhere - matted in her hair, dried on her breasts, still actively leaking from between her legs in quantities that seemed physically impossible.
"What the hell," she whispered to her reflection, grabbing a handful of the expensive hand towels to begin cleaning herself.
But every time she wiped away one stream, two more seemed to appear. The amount that had been inside her was staggering - far more than any normal man could produce. She filled the sink with warm water and began washing frantically, but the cum seemed to have coated every surface of her body.
A gentle knock at the door made her freeze. "Emma? Everything alright in there?" Rodriguez's voice was perfectly professional, as if he hadn't just filled her with what felt like a liter of semen.
"Fine!" she called back, her voice cracking. "Just... cleaning up!"
"No rush at all. I've prepared some additional documents for our next discussion topic. Whenever you're ready to continue."
Emma stared at herself in the mirror, a towel pressed between her legs to catch the still-flowing cum. Continue? How was this man still planning to work while she could barely stand?
She could hear him moving around in the office, the casual sounds of papers shuffling and chairs being arranged. As if they'd just finished a normal business meeting instead of... whatever that had been.
Twenty minutes later, Emma had managed to clean most of the visible evidence from her body, though she could still feel cum leaking from her with every movement. Her hair was damp from her attempts to wash out the streaks of semen, and her clothes hung awkwardly on her exhausted frame.
She opened the bathroom door tentatively to find Rodriguez fully dressed again, seated at his desk with fresh coffee and her quarterly reports spread out before him.
"Ah, perfect timing," he smiled warmly. "I've been thinking about your competitive analysis, and I have some thoughts on market positioning strategies we should explore."
Emma stood in the doorway, still processing the disconnect between his casual demeanor and the fact that she could feel his cum still seeping out of her with each breath.
"I think... I think I need to process today's session," she said carefully.
"Of course! Reflection is crucial for professional development." Rodriguez made a note on her performance review. "Same time next week? I'd like to dive deeper into your customer retention strategies."
Emma nodded mutely and gathered her things, her legs still unsteady as she made her way to the door. She could feel more cum leaking into her panties with each step.
"Oh, and Emma?" Rodriguez called after her. "Excellent work today. You're adapting to our collaborative culture even faster than Maya did. Very promising for your advancement here."
The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving Emma standing in the executive hallway, wondering if she'd somehow imagined the entire surreal encounter - except for the persistent evidence still coating her thighs and the lingering taste of him on her lips.