Memoirs of a Slut, Part Twelve: Playthings

With my master's degree, job hunting went much more smoothly, and I found a satisfactory job not long after graduation. It was a traditional industry company, and most of the people in my department were older, so everyone was happy to have a young woman like me. As soon as I joined the company, everyone asked if I was married or had a boyfriend, and when they heard I was single, they all offered to introduce me to potential partners. Everyone had a smartphone by then, and soon my messaging apps were flooded with messages from colleagues' sons, nephews, and nieces. I started receiving daily messages on my phone, asking about my well-being and asking me to meet up. I was very careful; I didn't leave any room for ambiguity if I wasn't interested in a relationship, and I certainly wouldn't sleep with people casually like before. After all, most of these suitors were introduced by colleagues, and a reputation for promiscuity would be ruined if word got out.
Because my workplace was far from home, I rented a small apartment near the company, living there during the week and only going home to visit my mother on weekends. My job was as a manager's secretary, assisting the manager with various administrative tasks. Having already become accustomed to handling university administrative procedures during my master's program, I quickly became proficient in the relevant work. My supervisor is a very kind person, and his home isn't far from the company. Sometimes I help him pick up and drop off his child from daycare, and I've become quite familiar with his family. Besides my supervisor, I occasionally help the junior supervisors. They're all seniors in their forties and fifties, and while they're just as adept at using smartphones as young people, they all have a fear of computers. So, besides administrative tasks, the most frequent assistance I get is with computer-related operations. For some reason, the older generation's computers seem particularly prone to problems, so I often have to help them contact the IT department, and I've gradually become more familiar with the IT colleagues as well.
Before the Lunar New Year, the company held its annual year-end party, and the new employees were encouraged to go around toasting the superiors at each table. They didn't make things difficult for the newcomers, just drinking Taiwan Beer. The superiors would also give them red envelopes (cash gifts) while toasting, so I followed the other new employees from table to table. By the time I returned to our department's table, I had already drunk five or six glasses, my stomach was full of alcohol, I couldn't eat much, and I kept going to the restroom. When I came back from the restroom, they had opened red wine and whiskey at that table, so I had to join my colleagues in toasting again. Everyone was toasting and drinking, and I hadn't eaten much and had mixed several kinds of alcohol, so I was completely drunk by the end. I tried hard to stay sober, but I was getting increasingly dizzy. I don't even remember how the year-end party ended. I vaguely remember my supervisor telling a junior supervisor to take me home. I have no recollection of how the junior supervisor asked me where I lived or how he carried me upstairs. I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself naked in my bed, and the junior supervisor was also naked and snoring next to me. I had a bad feeling, and when I touched my vagina, I could smell the vaginal fluid mixed with semen. I sobered up completely and woke the junior supervisor up to ask him what happened. He said that as soon as I entered the room, I started to seduce him, pulled down his pants, and kept sucking his penis. Later, he couldn't take it anymore and had sex with me. When he saw that I didn't believe him, he even took out his phone and showed me the video. He must have only thought of recording it to protect himself halfway through. At the beginning of the video, I was already naked, sucking his penis and vaguely saying things like "fuck me." What could I say at that point? I hastily apologized to my supervisor, asking him to get dressed and leave so I could have some peace and quiet.
The next day at work, I didn't know how to face him, but he acted as if nothing had happened, which made me feel much better. Near the end of the workday, he suddenly asked me to come to his office for help. When I entered, I saw him pointing at his phone, asking if I could help him with his personal needs. My heart sank; I knew I was in big trouble. But with the recording on my phone, how could I refuse? That day, I gave him oral sex twice in the office, and he took some more photos while I was doing so. From then on, I became his plaything. At first, he would only call me into his office near the end of the workday, and the oral sex would be over quickly. Later, he would find excuses to make me stay and work overtime, saying that he could have sex with me whenever he wanted when no one was around. He especially liked to have me lie on the desk and have sex with me from behind. Occasionally, he would sit in my office chair and have me ride on top of him, but later the chair started making strange noises, so he stopped.
Generally speaking, he was quite protective of me. He wouldn't make things difficult for me in front of others. Although he took quite a few more photos and videos of us having sex, he never mentioned it to me again. My performance reviews were approved by my supervisor, who would consult with the junior supervisors. He always gave me high marks, and he would skillfully pull me back from any mistakes, so I got a raise quickly, and I was quite grateful to him. I didn't dislike having sex with him, but he was getting older, and his physique, technique, stamina, and endurance weren't what they used to be; also, he had a family, and his child was almost in college, so I actually felt quite guilty. However, the photos and videos were in the hands of the junior supervisors, so I had no choice.

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