You decided that your best bet was to hone in on your task to the best of your abilities, and ignore the fire below. You figured that the heat would necessarily dissipate over time if you could just keep focused on anything else. This proved to be a relatively sage decision, as you were able to focus in on the timesheets for a couple hours, and during that time, the heat began to subside. You at least reduced it back to the dull warmth it had been as you walked to work this morning.
At around 11:30, Mr. Doral strolled up to your desk and said, "just about lunch time Kimi. You ready to get the full tour?"
You hesitated, preferring not to risk leaving the office. "Ummm, well, I have lots of work left on these timesheets, Mr. Doral. Maybe I should stay focused on those..."
"Nonsense," he interjected. "Those timesheets will always be there. You've got to give faces to all those names now, don't you? You ought to know where it is that you'll be working." And with a hearty chuckle, he gestured for you to follow him. Resigned to your fate, you stood up from your desk, and followed Mr. Doral towards the trailer door.
"Be sure to wear one of these whenever you're outside on site," he instructed as he handed you a yellow hard hat. You put it on, noticing how absurdly large it was for your tiny head. Mr. Doral laughed heartily when he saw you. "I reckon I'll need to order a smaller size for you." And with that, he flung open the door and trudged out into the construction site.
As he guided you through the site, Mr. Doral explained the building that was being constructed, how the site was organized, and who was in charge of the various areas and machines. You tried to pay attention, but were constantly distracted by the heat which was again building inside of you. It seemed like everywhere you went on site work stopped while the men ogled and stared at your and your bouncing boobs. You continually tried to cover them better, but it was to no avail. You couldn't button any more buttons on your top, and the constant motion created by walking and climbing stairs caused the tops of your lacy bra cups to peek out, and your tits quickly began jiggling even over the top of those. You were quickly resigned to the fact that your boobs would be fully on display for the entirety of your tour.
Mr. Doral's booming voice only further signaled your arrival and ensured that everyone around stopped what they were doing. The heat was now raging even hotter than it had at its peak just a few hours before, as you felt yourself pressing your thighs together again as the wetness returned with gusto. At one point, you turned the corner and came upon a group of nearly a dozen workers who were installing some support beams. They seemed to turn and stare in unison, and the jolt of warmth from their collective gaze was enough to make a soft moan escape from between your previously pursed lips.
"What was that," Mr. Doral asked, thinking he had heard a question.
"Nothing," you squeaked in reply. "Just following along."
Satisfied, Mr. Doral returned to droning on about welding torches and such, and you prayed that the tour was nearly over. Just when you thought you would be unable to handle any more, you realized that you had finally come full circle and returned to the trailer.
"Well, there you have it. Now, hopefully you've got a better idea of exactly what goes on around here."
"Yes sir, definitely."
"Oh shit. Well, I was going to take you to lunch on your first day, but I have a meeting here in five and I can't miss it. Why don't you run over to Max's and grab us both a sandwich. I'll take an Italian, all the way, and a Dr. Pepper." With that, Mr. Doral handed you a crisp twenty dollar bill and headed inside, leaving you alone on the doorstep. You turned and walked out of the site and headed around the corner looking for Max's. Fortunately, there was a sign hanging about halfway down the block, and you scurried inside.
Once inside, you were met with about a dozen more people, mostly men, also waiting for a quick bite. The chime from the door when you opened it grabbed their attention, and your giant jugs kept it, as most of those eyes quickly locked onto your tits. The surge of heat was like the straw that broke the camel's back, and you yelped in arousal as the wave washed over you. In an attempt to avoid their stares, you quickly dashed into the bathroom, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, face red and flushed as though you had just had sex. You rushed into a stall, you couldn't take it any more and needed relief. As soon as you locked the door, you pushed down your skirt, thong, and nylons, revealing your bare and smooth slit, which was absolutely dripping with lust.
Without thinking, you plunged two fingers into your snatch and vigorously jilled yourself as images of the construction site danced through your head. However, in this memory, the images involved you being bent over various pieces of equipment as the workers took turns pumping in and out of you. You couldn't believe how sharp and vivid these images were, and the feeling they gave you was quite the rush. It didn't take long before you felt yourself cresting the mountain, so to speak, and experiencing your first female orgasm. You moaned loudly as you got your relief. Immediately, a good amount of the fire burning within you abated, and your arousal returned to a much more manageable level. Clearly, an orgasm helped reduce the heat. This was good to know, albeit troublesome for different reasons. You couldn't exactly finger fuck yourself every day in the office trailer. This revelation may prove to be impractical. Additionally, the potency of the male gaze seemed rather unfair to you. You grabbed your phone and shot Tina a text.
"What the hell? You never said peoples' stares would be so powerful..."
"Well, were you attempting to avoid them?" Tina replied.
"Of course. I was trying to focus on work. I didn't want to suddenly start dripping in the office."
"Haha, yeah, but the more you resist the stares, the stronger their impact upon you."
"So what, I'm supposed to encourage people to stare?"
"Essentially, yes. If you actively encourage people to stare at your tits, it can entirely negate the effect of their stares. If you are ambivalent and do nothing to discourage or encourage staring, you have a normal effect from the stares. However, if you discourage people and resist their gaze, it amplifies the effect. Quite simple really."
"So how the fuck am I supposed to accomplish my mission? This is so unfair!"
"Duh. Of course it is. It wasn't meant to be easy. In a perfect world, you would basically dress like a slut and encourage people to stare, and then isolate one person for conversation who doesn't stare. There's also no rule that he can't stare at all. You just need fifteen minutes of continuous conversation without him staring. Also, you need to become better acclimated to dealing with arousal. You cannot allow it to consume you. But, of course, practice makes perfect in that regard, as I'm sure you know now. You've been in that bathroom quite a long time."
"How do you know I'm in here!"
"I installed an app on your phone, obviously. I need to keep tabs on you. Don't worry, I can't see you. You're just a dot on the map. And was I right, or did you just have a big breakfast?"
"No, you're right. I had to do something. So you're saying that orgasms will help me control my arousal better?"
"Yes, and no," Tina replied. "There are diminishing marginal returns there as well. Orgasms from you getting yourself off will only help you the first couple times. After that, they'll have no effect. Orgasms from other sources will be far more helpful. The nature of how you get that O is most important. Oral is good, anal is best, and the kinkier and naughtier, the better."
"So what, I'm supposed to be the office slut?"
"I mean, that's entirely your decision. I'm just saying that yeah, being the office slut could definitely help you. Your job is an opportunity. If you're a massive slut at work, you will develop better control of your arousal, and you'll also insulate yourself from people staring at you. But you can also try to maintain your dignity. It's up to you in the end."
You sigh as you put the phone down, conflicted as to how you want to approach this. On the one hand, you want to be able to focus and maintain control, so you can beat this and beat Tina. However, becoming the office slut would be a satisfaction that you didn't want to give Tina. Ultimately, you found yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place. What do you choose to do?
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