Chapter 2
A crowd had gathered in the break room to watch the show. Stephen leaned against the table, his pants down, and his dick already hard. With a sigh, Katherine lowered herself onto the chair, feeling the warm mess in her diaper shift and spread.
She opened her mouth and got to work.
“Look at that disgusting slut,” said Linda, giving Katherine’s breast a slap. “Cock in her mouth, sitting in her own shit, and she’s got hard nipples. I bet it wouldn’t take much to make her come.”
Katherine’s face turned a deeper shade of red. They’ve probably read my stories.
“A hundred bucks if you make yourself come,” said Alyssa, smirking. “Right here in front of the whole team. In that shitty diaper.”
Katherine had many rules when she started out: no three-ways, no coming on her face, no sex when someone was watching, no taking it up the butt, absolutely no sucking shit off a dick. But Miranda was right. Whatever red line she set for herself, sooner or later she would cross it.
Fuck it. A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks.
“I’ll do it.”
Her heart thumping in her chest as she reached inside the diaper, feeling the sticky, putrid mess that had spread to the front. She grimaced, touching her engorged clit. Alyssa was right – this wouldn’t take long.
“Show us your fingers,” Alyssa ordered, but Katherine shook her head.
Stephen grinned, still sitting on the table with his dick out. “Twenty bucks extra. A little performance bonus.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Katherine pulled her fingers out and held them up. They were coated with a brown, stinking mush.
“When I masturbate, I always start by licking them,” Linda said, putting a cup under the espresso machine’s spout. “But with whores like her, it’s all about the money. Fifty bucks. You know you want to.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Linda, you fucking bitch!
The taste was vile, yet familiar. She shuddered as she sucked the filth into her mouth, swallowed with a gulp, then licked her hand until no brown traces were left.
Applause erupted in the break room; some were filming on their phones. Yet another video for the corporate intranet. She pushed her hand back into the diaper, feverishly rubbing her clit. Her breath hitched as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you think she’s faking it?” asked Stephen, holding his cock.
Alyssa chuckled. “She’s not faking it.”
Oh. My. God.
There was no point in holding back. A low, guttural moan escaped her as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, stronger than any other this week. She slumped in her chair, legs shaking, breathing heavily. With a grin, she pulled her hand out of her full, reeking diaper and put it into her mouth.
I’m so gonna write a story about this.
“Hey,” Stephen said, slapping her face with his dick. “Finish what you started. Open up!”
Chelsea was one of the team leaders in Mitch’s department, a chubby brunette in her late thirties with short-cropped hair, stripper heels, and a skimpy red dress. She had her office at the end of the hallway, a large room with glass walls and shutters she never closed.
When Katherine reported for duty, she was already sitting on the couch in the corner, dress hiked up and legs spread with the jewelled base of a butt plug peeking out between her butt cheeks. The TV on the opposite side played the video of Katherine’s masturbation in the break room with the sound off. Katherine blushed.
“That was quite the performance,” Chelsea said, spreading her legs wider. “It’s good you got my message in time. What do you say?”
Katherine sighed. “Thank you.”
Two hundred extra for wearing the soiled diaper for the rest of the day had been too good to pass up. She picked up the dog collar from the table and buckled it around her neck, then attached the leash and handed it to Chelsea.
“It’s funny you applied here as an engineer. I think we found your real calling.” She pulled Katherine closer by the leash and wrinkled her nose. “Oh my God, you stink.”
Your twat doesn’t smell fresh either.
Katherine dropped to her knees in front of her. She started by running her tongue along the woman’s labia, scooping up the musky, white secretions, up to the clit, encircling it, sucking and lapping.
“I read the story you posted yesterday,” Chelsea said. “Pretty good writing. I liked the idea, making that filthy slut degrade herself. She’s really you, isn’t she?”
Oh shit. I guess I burned that pseudonym.
Chelsea pushed her plug out by a couple centimeters. “Go ahead. There’s fifty extra if you do it like in your story.”
Since the founders announced that an IPO was planned for next year, everyone was throwing money around. The stock options would make everyone a millionaire – management and engineers, at least.
“What are you waiting for?” Chelsea asked. “Just yesterday, I had Miranda eat my unwiped ass. You whores are the original capitalists. You do anything for a few lousy bucks.”
Another red line. The woman was a bitch, but she was right.
Katherine grabbed the base of the plug and pulled none too gently. When it popped out, its silver surface was coated with feces from what had to be a very full rectum. Sitting back on her heels, she ran the dirty thing over her face, leaving wide brown streaks. After rubbing the rest over her breasts, she pushed it back into Chelsea’s ass.
Chelsea grinned. “I love marking my bitches. Continue.”
The news broke on a Wednesday morning. Most of the team had just arrived, chatting, getting coffee, and taking advantage of company-provided benefits. Katherine was kneeling on a chair in the break room, her still clean diaper bunched around her ankles. With Stephen’s cum fresh on her tongue and a lubed-up asshole, she waited for the seventh customer this morning.
Andrew was just about to sink his dick into her when Justin shuffled in, coffee mug in one hand and his phone in the other. Waiting in line, he checked his messages.
“Oh shit,” he said, staring at his phone. “All-hands meeting at ten.”
“At ten?” Linda asked. She played with Katherine's nipples, twisting and digging her nails into them as she waited for her coffee. “When did that come in?”
“Just now. Apparently, the CEO has an urgent announcement to make. Sounds like more layoffs if you ask me.”
The blood drained from Linda's face. “What? I cannot lose this job! We just made a down payment on a house in Hampton Heights!”
Justin shrugged. “Maybe it’s not that. I heard we have twenty-seven percent growth year-over-year. EBITDA and the other KPIs are solid.”
Katherine turned around and suppressed a grin when she saw Andrew's limp dick. I guess that means no fucking.
The half hour until ten dragged. What remained of the staff after three rounds of layoffs easily fit the conference room downstairs. Topless and diapered, Miranda was leaning against the back wall, watching the anxious scene in front of her when Katherine joined.
“Is that about your little project?” Miranda whispered, crossing her arms under her bare breasts.
“Could be. I don’t know.”
“Maybe we should go and get some diapers. Linda looks like she might need one.”
Karpov arrived twenty minutes late and almost fell flat on his face climbing the stairs to the lectern. Katherine had never seen the CEO in person – he didn’t mix with the ordinary folk – but the man was pale as a ghost.
“Looks like he just barfed,” Miranda said, more than amused. “What do you think? Bad weather on his yacht? Or maybe the caviar didn’t agree with him?”
“If most of my net worth were tied up in stocks of this company, I’d feel nauseous, too.”
Karpov tapped the microphone, but nothing happened. Mitch hurried up to him and flipped a switch, causing feedback to screech through the speaker system.
“I… uh… I don't wanna beat around the bush,” Karpov said instead of a greeting. “We’re under… uh… investigation for not meeting our regulatory requirements.”
He raised his hand, trying to suppress the murmur that went through the room.
“A… uh… number of serious security issues have been reported, and we have been ordered to shut down our systems and cease all transactions until further notice. I’m sure” – he raised his hand again as the murmur grew louder – “this report of gross negligence is without merit."
Justin scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“I told you this AI-first strategy’s gonna bite us in the ass,” Chelsea shouted.
Karpov tapped the mic. “Please calm down, everyone! There is no reason to panic. W-we can still turn this around.”
“Turn this around?” Chelsea got up, shaking her head. “You must be delusional. The moment the systems are back on, our customers will pull their funds! We’re done!”
You got that right.
Katherine leaned against the wall, sharing a knowing look with Miranda. They watched as anxiety gave way to full-on panic. Half a dozen people followed Chelsea, rushing toward the exit.
“Oh, my God!” someone screamed in the front. “It’s on the news!”
“Look at the stock price!” someone else shouted.
Everyone whipped out their phones, shouting over each other. Karpov stood behind the lectern, clutching the microphone, staring into the distance with his mouth open.
Katherine glanced at her phone. “It’s good whores don’t get stock options. That would suck.”
“Maybe they can still use them as toilet paper.” Miranda grinned as more people dashed toward the door. “We should go home, too. I don’t think anyone’ll get it up today.”
“Yeah. I guess we lubed up our assholes for nothing.”