In the third chapter of "Brooke Gets Humbled," the story continues to unfold.
After the incident in Brooke's new office, I'm happy to tell you that Brooke seemed to be treating everyone with a bit more kindness - except for the secretary who walked in on us that week. This surprise lasted a short while before things returned to normal.
To top it off, management was showing more willingness to give me more assignments with the help of Brooke, including high-profile clients that might boost my reputation.
I found myself back in the break room, prepping my lunch when Brooke and her regular group were close by.
"I have to work overtime this evening. Jared and I have to wrap up some client contracts," Brooke shared, clearly uncomfortable when she saw her friends giving each other knowing glances.
"Guess you don't need to leave work for fun," one of Brooke's buddies teased, enjoying Brooke's experience second-hand.
However, Brooke wasn't wholly amused by this situation, appearing conflicted instead.
"Oops, I almost forgot - I was supposed to complete the McCarthy info packet by today," Brooke suddenly remembered, sending a jolt of panic through me. McCarthy Systems was another client Brooke and I shared, and missing this detail would lead to unhappy clients.
Brooke contemplated her options before making a rushed decision:
"Let's just call them and apologize for the delay." Brooke rubbed her temple in frustration.
I wasn't angered or upset, as we didn't stay late for fun. With the immense amount of work we had, it was only natural for something to slip through the cracks.
Late in the day, when those not working overtime had left, Brooke and I were in her office finishing up our workflows.
The tasks weren't difficult, but there were a lot of them, which is why it took us close to two hours to complete most of it.
When we'd finished the majority of our assignments, Brooke sighed in relief and stood up, stretching her arms. She turned towards me, looking conversational.
"Time for a break?" she asked.
"Yeah, you should try and relax. Take off your jacket." I suggested, already having removed my own.
Brooke accepted, taking off her jacket like I had indicated.
"Do you feel better?" I queried, to which Brooke nodded and blushed.
"Stand up and slip off that skirt," I said, sensing her unease.
Brooke obeyed, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall, revealing a pair of black panties underneath her dress shirt.
"Your shirt appears to be causing you discomfort," I observed, Brooke started fidgeting with it.
"You should probably take it off," I suggested casually, appearing concerned.
Brooke bit her lip, uncertain, before unbuttoning her shirt from top to bottom. Though she took her time, I could see her black bra beneath her white shirt.
"You should've chosen a different outfit," Brooke muttered, implying she was a bit ashamed of her lingerie.
"Definitely take it off," I nodded, making a jest of her discomfort. Brooke hesitated, and finally unclasped her bra, letting it drop and revealing her glorious breasts.
Immediately after, she slid down her panties, showing her shaved pussy.
In response to her now being nude, I stood up and walked up to Brooke, pressing a fingertip into her nipple. She gasped and I sensed her breathing quicken.
I reached over and touched her neck, kissing her neckline while keeping my other hand moving across her body. Finally, my hand touched her legs, and yes, her clitoris and lips.
In the recent turn of events, Brooke's pleas sounded more like groans. I didn't hold back my playful intentions and focused my attention on her sensitive spot while maintaining my ongoing tease to the rest of her body. I made sure not to leave any love bite imprints on her as she seemed to be enjoying the touch.
As I neared the brink of climax myself, I had to pull back for a moment. Above all, I reminded her that our brief interlude was just a temporary diversion from the task at hand. The work we set out to do was still incomplete.
"Time for you to get back to work," I muttered with a resigned tone. Brooke's dismal expression was mirrored in her glance toward her clothes, which she started to grab. Impulsively, I halted her movement. She looked surprised yet quick to catch on - she was expected to work in her current, aroused state.
We resumed our work on the contract, Brooke looking significantly more preoccupied than normal, thanks to the rejuvenated passion and continuous stimulation.
The contract was finally completed, and Brooke let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. There was a light hope in her eyes that I would continue where I had left off but was met with a devious proposal.
"Not done just yet," I said with a smirk, ready to add one more task to her plate. Pulling myself together, I extracted an envelope from my briefcase and placed in front of Brooke.
Immediately, Brooke displayed a mix of excitement and fear. Standing beside me, she was apprehensive, wondering if she had enough time to attend to this task. I alleviated her tension with the encouraging words.
"Don't worry. I took the responsibility and made the packet ready for you to drop it off in the mailroom. What's left for you to do is to deliver it." I explained the task, adding that she had a reward if done properly.
Receiving the envelope, Brooke seemed to be looking forward to the thrill of performing it in the mostly empty office. Considering her eager submission to the previous tasks, I knew she wouldn't back out now regardless of her inner conflict.
When she was ready to brace herself for the challenge, I stood up. I told her that I was on my way home, not omitting the idea of her delivering the packet naked.
I watched her nervously clutch the envelope, slowly exiting her office but likely wouldn't be gone long enough to miss Brooke's journey to and from the mailroom.
Brooke was required to cross the entire office floor to reach the mailroom overseen by only one employee, still there at this time. Sensing this, she crouched behind the door window to scan the mailroom, spotting the person still there.
"Hello?" she timidly called out, barely lifting her voice out of fear she might be heard by others, a reasonable worry since it was unlikely for anyone else to be around now.
Attempting to add a bit of distance between Brooke and me, I positioned myself at the other end of the office. I planned to observe her daring mission to the mailroom from a safe distance.
Entering the mailroom, Brooke crouched to cover her shoulders, leaning closely to the door to observe the employee within. Although she could hide her upper body behind the door, she was still in fear of exposing herself.
"Hello?" she repeated in a softer tone, knowing now that her voice could have been overheard.
"What's up? I can't quite see who's inside the room, but it sounds like it could be Darren, the mailroom supervisor. I'm not close with him or anything, but he's one of the few people we've all worked with in this small company. The mailroom is small and we all have to interact with them occasionally."
A slightly reluctant voice came from within, "Hey Miss Smith, still working late?"
Darren didn't sound thrilled to see Brooke, which made sense since anyone arriving at the mailroom this late would likely have something extra they wanted him to do, adding to his workload. "Um, yeah, we just completed a packet of info that needs to be sent to McCarthy Systems."
Brooke placed the package on the windowsill, hoping Darren would grab it.
"Miss Smith, it's really late; can't this wait until tomorrow?" Darren sounded exasperated and probably wasn't looking forward to being saddled with more work.
"Yes, but it really had to be done today," Brooke leaned over to avoid detection, before finding herself shrinking further.
Unimpressed, Darren asked, "Then why didn't you bring it in earlier?"
"I should have," Brooke thought about her options and apparently decided on the controversial choice.
Brooke then straightened up to reveal she was fully nude. "Please?" she requested again.
Pausing, Darren eventually spoke :"Geez, I can't help it."
Brooke observed him grab the package and leave. Thinking she was home free, Brooke returned to her office, only to be taken aback by a sudden slap on her butt.
Her assailant turned out to be Helen, her secretary who had been receiving cold looks and icy stares from Brooke, leading her to witness Brooke in this vulnerable state. Dressed in her street clothes, Helen sported a darker look with black crop top, low-riding jeans, and dark makeup with lipstick and piercings in her ears and nose.
Helen teased her, "Well if it isn't the boss-lady herself. I thought you were just naked from your boyfriend's actions, but you're actually quite a kinkster yourself!"
Helen withdrew her finger from Brooke's soaked vagina. "Wow, you're already wet again. You know, it's so unfair, I can't even wear this makeup to work, but you get to roam around naked!"
Ignoring Brooke's silent plea for her to stop, Helen inserted her finger in Brooke's vagina again, coaxing a gasp and moan from the latter.
"Do you want to make a deal?" Brooke tried to negotiate, making Helen retract her hand and take a step back.
"What kind of deal?" Helen crossed her arms, a grin spreading across her face.
"I'll check with Bill to see if the secretary staff can have more leeway with our dress code." Brooke held her hand over her exposed genitals to deter Helen from making anymore advances. "But don't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"I'll remember that. And you know what else is unfair? You get to be naked more often, and I could use that. You're a lot more fun like this."
Helen wrapped her arms around Brooke's shoulder, causing discomfort for the naked saleswoman. "I actually wouldn't mind seeing you naked more often."
Brooke emitted a weak moan before Helen separated from her grip. "Could you maybe give your secretarial staff permission to wear more colorful clothes? No need to reveal what I witnessed here!"
"Yeah, sure!" Helen's grip grew tighter as Brooke's shoulders visibly hunched. "And I like how you guys come up with these kind of ideas naked."
After that Helen quietly slipped away, leaving Brooke dazed and slightly discomforted. "So, was that you, Helen?" Brooke asked with a dry chuckle.
Helen chuckled back, "I had to break the awkward silence, didn't I?"User 2: "Who's there?" A voice I reckon belonged to Darren, mid-aged man working as mailroom supervisor, came from the room, ever since he took charge there was about three of us in the mailroom. It was not right away that we knew each other but the small size of the firm did not allow that.
"Uhm, Miss Smith, still here?", surprise in his voice.
Mailrooms were many hours and I can imagine how Darren would not be overjoiced to see Brooke. It must have been an unnecessary burden at the time Darren was about to finish his to-do-list.
"Well kinda. We were busy getting ready that packet to be sent to McCarthy Systems", she handed Darren the package - risking more work for him.
"Really Miss Smith? And you're sure it can't wait until tomorrow?"
The reluctance in Darren's voice indicated his wish to complete his tasks soon.
"I'm glad you feel that way, but the package must be delivered today:", she crouched, but only to aggravate her situation.
Darren's tone became impolite, "Alright, if it really has to be that way, I'll have to do it now."
Helpless, she stood having her butt slapped, Helen was Brooke's secretary with newfound dark makeup and earrings .
The Goth-like style accentuated her appearance as she circled around Brooke, "Good evening Miss Smith, I believe you were enjoying your yourself."
Caught off guard by her boss Helen, she even fingered Brooke's wet vagina as she spoke.
Brooke was tense. "Mmm, a little too much", she adjusted her palm on her vagina, moaning.
"Seems unfair", Helen didn't hide her smirk, "I can't even wear this makeup to work, so you get to parade around naked?"
"I have an idea", Brooke finally decided, "I'll check with Bill to see if the dress code can be a bit more relaxed to the secretary staff."
"I'll keep it in mind", Carol's attitude suddenly changed, "And may I say I enjoy seeing you like this much more."
Brooke awoke to Carol's presence, "Were you the one who did that?"
"No, break the awkward silence and going", Carol left.
"Carol...", laughing Brooke added, "how's work been?"
As Helen slowly guided the naked girl towards her office, deliberately prolonging the girl's humiliation, I silently thanked my lucky stars and hurrying around them, aiming to get to Brooke's office before them.
This proved to be an effortless task considering how eager Helen appeared to protract the last walk for her employee.
When they inevitably came face-to-face with me standing outside Brooke's office, we were both taken aback - Helen no doubt due to the unexpected encounter, while I sincerely hoped Brooke wouldn't object to my presence.
At this point, I felt it would be wise to explain why I was still there despite promising to leave earlier: "I simply wanted to ensure that you would arrive safely and in one piece." (A statement that was far from true, however, I believed it would be safer to keep monitoring Brooke's situation without her knowing.)
Moments later, my fears turned out to be valid as Brooke became visibly emotional, on the verge of tears, I was afraid I'd pushed her too far this time. Especially given the already tense situation with Helen, it became apparent that my actions had not been well received.
However, before I could offer an apology, Brooke seized my wrist and dragged me into her office. Just as I began to stammer an excuse, Brooke whirled around to offer a passionate kiss, and pulled me in before tearing it off and stepping back, urging me to watch as she dragged two fingers into her drenched pussy and began pumping away.
Her voice unrestrained, she moaned pleasantly, indifferent to any potential witnesses. In fact, I recalled that Brooke had left the blinds up, completely exposing her self-satisfying actions. This left me staring at her indecently as Helen stood outside, a mix of astonishment and excitement on her face, watching as her boss masturbated in front of her.
In what seemed like a surreal moment, our eyes locked for a few seconds before we both continued observing Brooke as she achieved what appeared to be a highly gratifying orgasm.
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