I Went to Cover the Shift and They Were Waiting for Me in the Office

You had just left the gym when the phone buzzed.

You still had your body switched on, that fine layer of sweat mixed with the rest of the morning’s scent and leaving your skin warm to the touch. It was your day off. You had no intention of setting foot in the office, not in a million years. But Selene’s message, the coordinator’s, left no room for refusal.

“Sorry to bother you on a day like today. I need you to come in, it’s urgent. You’re the only one who can cover it.”

You didn’t have time to go home or change. You grabbed your bag, dried yourself off in a hurry with a wipe—because you were already feeling the damp friction of the athletic shorts against your shaved skin—and almost ran out to the car.

The light gray outfit still clung to you even more in the midday heat. The top outlined every breath you took and the shorts seemed cut on purpose to draw attention. Every step made the fabric tighten, every turn of your hips traced the curve of your ass. You knew it, and that made you a little more nervous than you wanted to admit.

When you walked in, several heads lifted from their desks.

But it was them, your coworkers, who really fixed their gaze on you.

—Look who showed up! —Daniela blurted from the break room, setting her mug aside—. Coming straight from the gym?

She came over and pulled you into a hug. Long. Her body pressed against yours, her hands sliding slowly down your back until they lingered, a second too long, at the curve of your waist.

—You’re warm —she murmured near your ear—. And you smell incredible.

—Sorry for coming in like this —you answered, dropping your gaze, your cheeks warm.

—You don’t have to apologize for looking like that —Carla said, having joined in behind her. She gave you a barely perceptible pat, right at the base of your back, where the shorts ended.

Three others were already gathered near the coffee maker. They motioned for you to come closer.

They offered you a coffee, but Mariana set hers aside just to adjust your top, as if she were doing you a favor. Her fingers brushed the edge of the fabric and, with a gentle motion, slid it up by barely an inch.

—Careful, they might slip out —she said, with a smile that was anything but innocent.

—Don’t be mean —you asked quietly.

—I’m not mean —she replied, without looking away—. You’re the one coming in here to tease us with skin that shiny.

The air between you all was tense, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was a shared heat, as if everyone knew something you were only just beginning to suspect. As if you were the only one still doubting.

Carla brushed your arm as she passed behind you. Mariana tucked a strand of hair back, leaving her fingers near your ear for an instant longer than necessary.

—Your neck is so soft —she said, almost in a whisper.

Every gesture left you more exposed. You could feel the moisture returning, your breath turning shallow, the heat climbing up through your chest. You didn’t know whether it was your imagination or whether what you thought was happening was really happening.

When you sat down in front of a computer, you saw two of them exchange a look. A low, contained laugh. A secret code that somehow included you.

***

You went to the bathroom under the excuse of needing air.

You needed a minute alone, cold water on the back of your neck, to get back the control you felt slipping through your fingers. But the moment you shut the door, you realized you weren’t going to be alone.

Daniela was already inside, leaning against the sink. She watched you in the mirror’s reflection.

—You came without underwear, didn’t you? —she asked, bluntly.

—I didn’t have time —you answered, swallowing hard.

She came closer, slowly, until she was behind you. She spoke to your reflection, as if the woman in the mirror were someone else, easier to seduce.

—Everything shows. Do you have any idea what you’re provoking by walking around like that?

Her hand slid over your waist with a softness that made you shiver. It traced down the side of your thigh, brushed the edge of the shorts, then went back up.

—Are you wet? —she asked, her mouth almost against the nape of your neck.

—I don’t know —you lied, and the tremor in your voice gave you away before anything else could.

The door opened again. Mariana came in and latched it without hurrying. She looked you up and down, took her time, and only then spoke.

—We’re not going to do anything you don’t want —she said, stepping closer—. But if you don’t take that top off right now, I will.

Your nipples were hard beneath the fabric, your legs tense, your head split between modesty and the hunger you could no longer deny.

—We shouldn’t —you whispered.

But you didn’t move. You didn’t take a step toward the door. And that silence was all the answer they needed.

Daniela hugged you from behind, her hands spread over your stomach, and pressed you against her body. You could feel her breath on your shoulder, her firm hips against yours. In front of the mirror, Mariana pulled the top down slowly, not rushing, looking you in the eyes the whole time. The fabric gave way and your breasts were exposed.

—Look how they stand out —Daniela said, speaking to Mariana over your shoulder, as if they were sharing a secret—. So soft.

—We’re going to take care of you for a while —Mariana murmured—. You’re way too tense.

Daniela’s lips settled on your neck, right where your pulse was hammering out of control. You felt the tip of her tongue trace a slow line up to your earlobe, and a shiver ran through you.

Mariana knelt in front of you. She ran her tongue over the lower curve of one breast, slowly climbed to the nipple and circled it with exquisite slowness, lingering, teasing, until the first real moan slipped out of you. One you couldn’t hold back.

—That’s it —she said against your skin—. Let go.

You closed your eyes. You were breathing in ragged bursts, trapped between the shame of doing this in the office bathroom and the desire melting you from the inside out. Your body burned, your legs could barely hold you up, and the dampness against your shorts left no room for doubt.

Carla appeared too, slipping through the door that Mariana immediately locked again. She didn’t say anything at first. She simply came to stand beside you, in front of the mirror, and turned your face a little with two fingers under your chin.

—You were missing the best part —she said, and kissed you.

It was a slow, hungry kiss that stole the little air you had left. Meanwhile, Daniela’s hands finally slid down to the waistband of your shorts and began to pull them down over your hips. The damp fabric gave way without resistance and fell to your ankles.

You were left naked between the three of them, in front of the mirror, seeing yourself surrounded by their hands and mouths. Daniela held you from behind; Mariana, kneeling, parted your legs with a firm caress on the inside of your thigh; Carla kept kissing you, swallowing every one of your moans.

When Mariana’s tongue finally found you, your knees gave out. Daniela held you up hard, laughing softly against your shoulder.

—Easy —she told you—. We’ve got you.

You had no idea how much time passed. The world shrank to that tiled square, to the reflection of four bodies tangled together, to the slow, precise rhythm of Mariana’s mouth between your legs and the hands that traveled over every inch of your skin as if they knew you by heart. The tension gathered in your belly, rose up your back, clenched your chest until there was no way to hold it back anymore.

You let go with a long moan, biting your lip so you wouldn’t scream, gripping the edge of the sink with both hands. Your legs were shaking so badly Daniela had to hold you up so you wouldn’t slide to the floor.

For a few seconds, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioner.

***

Carla brushed a strand of hair off your forehead and kissed your temple, this time with a tenderness you hadn’t expected.

—You weren’t that tense after all —she teased.

You laughed, still with your pulse racing, barely able to believe what had just happened. Mariana straightened up, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at you with a conspiratorial smile while Daniela helped you fix your top.

—Now you can go back to your desk —Mariana said, picking the shorts up off the floor and placing them in your hands—. Though I doubt you’ll be able to concentrate.

You dressed with clumsy fingers, cheeks blazing, your body still vibrating. You looked at yourself in the mirror: tousled hair, swollen lips, shining eyes. Anyone who saw you coming out would notice.

—And what was that urgent thing about? —you asked, catching your breath—. The shift I had to cover?

The three of them looked at one another. Carla let out a low laugh before unlocking the door.

—There was no emergency —she confessed, winking at you—. Selene’s in on it too. We’d been looking for an excuse to get you in here one of these days, with your body still hot.

You stood there stunned, half outraged and half laughing your ass off.

—You tricked me into coming here?

—We brought you here —Daniela corrected, already with her hand on the knob—. And from the look on your face, you don’t regret it one bit.

You didn’t regret it. And by the way the three of them looked at you before heading out into the hallway, each one on her own, as if nothing had happened, you knew that wasn’t going to be the last time Selene sent you a message on your day off.

You made it back to your desk with your legs still weak. You turned on the screen and pretended to check your emails. But every time one of them passed by and brushed your shoulder, the heat came rushing back up the back of your neck.

It was going to be a very long afternoon. And this time, you had no intention of running off.