Midv-534 From The Second Day Of Joining The Company, I

Title: “The Initiation: A Dysfunctional Threesome”

As a fresh recruit on my first day at the company, I had no idea what I was in for. Naively, I thought I’d be sitting at a desk, crunching numbers and making powerpoint presentations. Little did I know, this company had a very unique onboarding process.

After a dull morning of orientation videos and filling out paperwork, my new manager, Kenji, called me into his office. He was an attractive, mature man with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Ah, Midori-chan, welcome to the team,” he said, gesturing for me to sit. “Now, we have a special initiation ritual for new hires. It’s a bit unorthodox, but it’s important to build team spirit.”

My heart began to pound. “W-what kind of initiation?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Kenji chuckled. “You’ll see. Just follow my lead.”

He led me to the break room, where my coworkers were already gathered, sipping drinks and chatting casually. But my eyes widened when I saw what they were wearing. The women were in tiny bikinis, while the men were in swim trunks and muscle tees. In the corner, a camera was set up.

My manager cleared his throat. “Alright everyone, let’s get started! Midori-chan must complete three challenges to be fully initiated. Challenge one: pick a partner and give them a lap dance.”

I gulped, scanning the room. My eyes landed on Hana, a beautiful woman with a wicked smile. She crooked a finger at me, beckoning me over to the table she was lounging on. Cheek burning, I approached her and began to dance, trying my best to sway my hips seductively.

Hana reached out, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling me close. Her breath was hot on my skin as she whispered, “This is only the beginning, newbie.” Then she pushed me away and stood up. “Challenge one, complete!”

For the second challenge, Kenji had me perform a deep throat on a banana while my colleagues cheered me on. By the third challenge, my nerves were fried, but I was determined to not back down. I was told to masturbate for them until I was on the brink of orgasm, then stop.

“There’s our naughty newcomer,” Kenji chuckled, giving me a wink. “You fit right in here, Midori-chan. I think you’re going to do well.”

Embarrassed but exhilarated, I blushed at his praise, hugging my arms around my body. I had never done anything so brazen before. But now, I was part of this wild group.

And so began my raunchy work days. Every day, I would go to the office feeling like a fraud, knowing what sex acts we would be doing. Kenji would call us into the meeting room for “collaborative sessions”, where we’d be groping and fondling until we couldn’t take it anymore. Hana would pin me up against the wall, kissing me hard as my coworkers watched. Sometimes Kenji would join in, his hands roaming my body, his lips trailing down my neck.

I would leave work every day with lipstick smears on my neck and wet spots on my panties. It was like we were all-addicted to it. And I was too. The taboo, the risk of getting caught, the thrill of it all.

But then one day, it all fell apart. It started with an innocent “discussion” between Hana and I, but quickly turned into an argument that spilled out of our cubicle. We started screaming at each other, our voices raising above our coworkers. That’s when our boss, an older gentlemen came out of his office.

“What’s going on here?” he yelled, his face turning red. “Hana, explain this behavior!”

But Hana just smirked. “You mean these two trying to spit on each other like cats in heat, in the middle of the office? Well, it’s all part of their initiation process, sir. We’ve been doing it for weeks.”

The boss’s eyes widened in shock and disgust. “You mean…you’ve been engaging in sexual activities in the workplace? All of you?”

Kenji stepped forward, looking sheepish. “I just thought it would boost morale. Make us a tighter team.”

But the boss wasn’t having it. “You’re all fired. Pack your things and get out. And if you ever breathe a word…”

He didn’t need to finish the threat. We all knew what he was capable of. As we gathered our things in silence, I caught Hana’s eye. She just shrugged, mouthing ‘what a killjoy’. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

That initiation process was wild, reckless, and totally unethical. But for those brief moments, we were free. Free to do whatever we wanted, consequences be damned. And I knew, no matter where I ended up next, nothing would ever top that thrill.