Colleagues had a wild night in the office.

The office at night. A quarter of the plan was overfulfilled—the boss, happy as a clam, left first, leaving a couple of thousand on the table for "pizza." The pizza was eaten, the money spent on whiskey and gin. Music from the JBL speaker blasted something dance-like, causing the monitors on the desks to vibrate. By eleven, there were only four of us left out of fifteen: me, Anton—our lead developer, a thoughtful and quiet man; Katya from the marketing department—a redhead with a sharp tongue and a laugh that stirred something deep in your stomach; and Lisa, the new support intern, sweet and a little shy, with wide eyes, who had drunk more than anyone else today, apparently to cope with her embarrassment. The dancing between the tables slowed, grew more intimate. I caught Katya's eye as she tilted her head back and ran her hand down her neck. Her gaze was warm, appraising. The whiskey was doing its job, sending a viscous, daring warmth through my veins. "It's kind of boring," Anton suddenly said, looking up from his contemplation of the empty bottle. "Everyone's gone. I propose truth or dare." "Oh, seriously?" Katya smirked, sitting on the edge of the table, causing her skirt to ride up above her knee. "And by adult rules?" "What other name?" I snorted, feeling my heart beat faster. "The truth must be as frank as possible, and the action must be carried out without objection," Katya clarified, her voice low and seductive. "Whoever refuses must strip naked and do a lap of honor around the floor." Lisa giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Her cheeks were burning. “I’m in,” Anton said, a spark flickering in his usually calm eyes. “Me too,” I supported. "Then let's go," Katya said, pulling out an empty whiskey bottle. "Let's spin it. The person the bottle neck points to chooses 'truth' or 'dare' from the person who spun it." Lisa was the first victim. Katya spun the bottle. "Well, Lizok? Truth or dare?" Katya tilted her head to the side. “Um… Action, I guess,” Lisa whispered. — Excellent. Come over to Anton, sit on his lap, and kiss his neck. For longer than ten seconds. A tense silence hung in the air. Lisa, blushing, rose and hesitantly approached Anton, who was sitting in the chair. He looked at her without a smile, but also without resistance. When she lowered herself onto his hips, he shuddered slightly. Lisa leaned down, her lips brushing the skin at the base of his jaw. At first timidly, then more confidently. Anton closed his eyes, his hand involuntarily resting on her waist. I watched the muscles of his neck move beneath her lips and felt the blood rush below my waist. Katya watched with a predatory smile. "That's enough," she said finally. Lisa recoiled as if burned and quickly returned to her seat, but her eyes glittered with excitement. The move passed to Lisa. The bottle pointed at me. — Truth or dare, Alex? "Action," I blurted out, looking at Katya. She raised an eyebrow. “Okay... Take off your shirt and do ten push-ups,” Lisa commanded, clearly getting into the swing of things. I laughed, pulled my shirt over my head, and sank to the floor. Katya whistled. "Not bad," she assessed as I counted. I felt her gaze on my back, like a physical touch. Then I spun the bottle. It stopped on Katya. — Truth or dare, temptress? - Oh, action, of course. I love thrills. I thought for a second, and a thought, wild and intoxicating, flashed through my head. “Stand on this table,” I nodded towards the large conference table, “take off your panties and throw them to whoever you like best.” Anton stifled a laugh. Lisa froze, her mouth open. Katya merely smiled, slowly rose, and climbed onto the table. All her movements were smooth, confident. She turned to face us, looked me straight in the eyes, and then, without breaking eye contact, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her black lace panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs and legs. The soft lamplight caught the curve of her hips, the red strand of hair at her lower abdomen. She leaned over, picked up the panties from the floor, and, pausing for dramatic effect, tossed them right in my face. Silk and warm. “Here’s your prize,” she said hoarsely. The beat from the speaker echoed in my temples. The game had changed. The sexual tension, always smoldering somewhere in the background, now hung in the air like a sweet mist. Katya's next move fell on Anton. - Anton, darling. Truth or dare? “Action,” he answered without hesitation, his gaze dark and focused on her. "Come here," she ordered, still standing on the table. He stood up and moved closer, his face level with her stomach. "Now use your mouth. Here." She slid her hand between her legs. Anton froze for a moment, and then, as if breaking through some final internal dam, pressed his face against hers. His hands gripped her hips, holding her there. Katya threw her head back, letting out a long, trembling moan. The sound was so raw that it took my breath away. I saw the muscles of her buttocks move, her fingers digging into Anton's hair. Lisa sat there, mesmerized, her hand resting involuntarily on her own thigh. This lasted for several minutes. Katya, breathing heavily, pushed Anton away. - Enough... Bye. He stepped back, his lips and chin glistening. There was a wild, primal victory in his gaze. After that, the game ceased to be a game. It became a script, a guiding thread through chaos. "Lisa," Anton said hoarsely as the bottle pointed at her. "Action. Lie down on the sofa in the conference room and don't move." We all moved dazedly into the conference room—a small room with a leather sofa and tinted windows. Lisa, obedient and aroused, lay on her back, her breasts heaving beneath her thin blouse. "Alex," Anton said to me. "Take off her skirt." I approached, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned her waist and pulled her tight skirt down. Beneath it lay a pair of plain white cotton panties, already damp with arousal. "Now it's your turn, Katya," Anton said, a new note of authority in his voice. "Make her feel good. With your mouth." Katya, without arguing, sank to her knees in front of the sofa. She pushed back her red hair and, without preamble, pressed her face against Lisa's crotch, pushing the fabric of her panties aside. Lisa bukvoeb.run screamed, her body arching. I saw Katya's tongue moving, her lips enveloping the tender nub. Anton stood nearby, unzipping his fly with one hand. He was hard, almost painfully so. He looked at me. - And you, Alex, take everything else off her and do whatever you want from above. It was an invitation, a command, permission. I dropped my jeans and boxers. My erection throbbed in time with my frantic heartbeat. I leaned toward Lisa, kissing her stomach, chest, neck, while Katya continued her work from below. Lisa moaned, her hands thrashing, clinging to my shoulders, Katya's hair. I entered her, and she wrapped her legs around me, crying out sharply and loudly. She was tight, scorching hot. I moved, watching her face contort with pleasure, as Katya, raising her head, looked at us, wiping her wet chin. Anton came up behind Katya, abruptly pulled her skirt up over her, and entered her. She moaned loudly, bracing her hands on the sofa, her body swaying in rhythm with his thrusts. We moved in a rough, discordant rhythm: groans, slapping skin, ragged breathing. Then we changed locations, like some kind of crazy quest. Katya, sitting on the photocopier in the hallway, her legs spread, screamed as Anton and I took turns entering her, the machine humming and flashing green lights beneath her. Papers flew to the floor. Lisa, finally emboldened, knelt before me in the break room, her inexperienced but greedy mouth learning new things, and I, head thrown back, looked at the ceiling, feeling my entire being concentrating on the spot she was enveloping with her lips. The climax reached us all in the main hall, on the carpet between the tables. We were all together, entwined, sticky with sweat and other fluids. Anton was inside Lisa from behind, holding her hips, and I was inside Katya, who was lying on her back, her legs wrapped around my waist, while she stroked herself with one hand and squeezed Lisa's nipple with the other. It was a whirlwind, chaotic and beautiful. All I heard were Anton's broken commands, Katya's obscene whispers, Lisa's melodic sobs, and my own heavy breathing. Anton came first, cursing under his breath and pressing Lisa against him. His trigger made Lisa clench, and she shook in a quiet orgasm. Seeing this, Katya screamed, her inner muscles gripping me so tightly that I couldn't bear it. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of pleasure washing all thoughts from my head. I collapsed on top of her, feeling her body continue to shudder beneath me. We lay silently, listening to our hearts pounding out a frantic rhythm. Our bodies, entwined in the dark office, under the cold light of energy-saving lamps, seemed both alien and incredibly close. An empty whiskey bottle lay on the table nearby, a silent witness to how it all began. Katya was the first to laugh - hoarsely, silently. - Well, the block was closed as needed. We all laughed, nervously, with relief. And as we searched for the clothes scattered across the floor, without looking each other in the eye, I realized that nothing would ever be the same.