Page 9 of Bidding on Her Orc Boss

In my mind, he looms over me with a predatory gleam in his amber eyes. A clawed hand wraps around my throat as he notches himself against me, not pushing in, just letting me feel how huge and hard he is. My whimper echoes obscenely in the steamy bathroom.

“Beg for it,” fantasy-orc growls. He flexes his hips, a teasing thrust that makes my mouth fall open on a silent cry. “Beg me to fill this sweet little pussy. Work for it, and I might let you come on my cock.”

The deep, commanding rumble of his voice in my head pushes me over the edge. I bear down hard and the knot finally pops past that vice-grip ring of muscle. A silent scream tears from my throat as I fly apart, convulsing around the thick toy stretching me wide. Light bursts behind my eyelids and I swear I can almost feel his breath on my neck, his pleased snarl vibrating against my ear.

“Good girl.”

Ripples lap gently at my oversensitive skin as I slowly come back to myself, still spasming with aftershocks. The knot tugs deliciously at my entrance with each tiny clench. Experimentally, I reach down and press on the base, gasping when the motion makes the toy feel even bigger inside me.

Drifting in a hazy sea of endorphins, I let my mind wander. What would those green, muscular thighs feel like under my hands as I rode him? All that barely leashed strength, his to command but mine to enjoy. I’d worship every inch of that powerful body with my mouth and hands until he flipped me over and showed me what that magnificent orc cock could really do.

Okay, this is getting out of hand. I’m fantasizing about a complete stranger like some kind of desperate pervert. A very sexy stranger, but still. I don’t even know the guy’s name!

With a sigh, I carefully ease the dildo out, whimpering a little as the widest part stretches me open again before I’m suddenly, achingly empty. I already miss the feeling of fullness. Rinsing off quickly, I step out of the bath on shaky legs, the toy still dangling obscenely from one hand.

The bed looks incredibly inviting, and I barely take the time to towel off before sprawling out on crisp sheets, boneless and sated. Staring up at the ceiling, I lazily trail the dildo over one nipple, shivering at the tacky slide of silicone on my skin. I can’t believe I managed to take the whole thing.

This trip might not be so bad after all, I muse as I drift off, toy still clutched to my chest.

“Well hello there, Miss Glowing Complexion!”Caro’s cheerful voice snaps me out of my post-orgasmic daze as we meet up in the hallway. “Whatever skincare routine you used clearly worked wonders.”

I feel my cheeks heat. If only she knew the real reason for my ‘glow.’ Time to change the subject before she gets suspicious.

“So, how was the management mixer?” I ask brightly as we make our way downstairs. “Any juicy gossip to share?”

Caro rolls her eyes. “Oh, the usual schmoozing and shop talk. But get this - apparently there’s a silent auction happening tonight and we’re expected to bid!”

“With what money?” I snort. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly billionaires.”

“Relax, Z. It’s all fake money based on our departmental budgets. Here,” she says, dangling her little ID stamp. “You have one of these charms in your invitation bag. You just press it like a stamp into this hollow.” She shows me how to seat the device into a small device that turns green. “See, that’s how you know your bid is accepted. Anywho, it’s all for charity anyway, so loosen those purse strings a little, yeah?”

She pings my work phone with my bidding limit and I shrug. Why not? It’s not like it’s coming out of my paycheck.

The auction lots are surprisingly varied and I find myself actually getting into the spirit, stamping my ID on offers on everything from spa packages to skydiving lessons. And then one item in particular catches my eye—An Executive Dinner.

My mind immediately flashes back to the bathroom and I bite my lip, remembering how I got off from a fantasy of an orc boss telling me what to do. Before I can chicken out, I quickly press my stamp down for a bid and move on before I can second guess myself.

“Oooh, somebody’s feeling lucky,” Caro sing-songs, floating over to the table as the screen turns green, accepting my bid. “If you win, I expect a full report, missy. A married mother of three has to live vicariously through her single friends!”

I just laugh, knowing my chances are slim with how popular this dinner lot seems to be. There are a few repeat stamps inparticular. Still, a girl can dream. I shrug with a nonchalance I don’t feel, and steer Caro away from the table. “Let’s go get us more alcohol.”

Caro waves at a group of lost-looking people who just wandered in through the entrance. “Hey guys! Come on let's go.” She tugs at my arm and I swipe towards the nearest drink tray and down a shot for depositing that into an empty tray and picking up another one. The other group was about three trays away and by the time we were there to mingle, I was in a much better mood to mingle.

“What are you bidding on now?”Caro asks, shuffling her papers.

“I really haven't been looking,” I say. Not true. My eyes keep shifting back to the dinner date auction, but I’ve been too nervous to check if it’s gotten any more bids after mine.

“I do the same thing,” Caro says. “Okay, the bidding is about to close so I think we're supposed to be over here now into our dinner.” She points to yet another ballroom entrance adjacent to this one.

How many ballrooms does this place have?

I follow Caro without question. It's really nice to be able to attend an event and not have to think. Usually, I would be stressed and thinking about every last detail, considering the potential five or ten problems down the road.

Sometimes, it’s just nice to be told what to do. The lack of mental labor is so freeing.

I enter the ballroom flanked by my fellow remote workers. I clock a few familiar faces from tiny contact photo thumbnails. As we shuffle into the expansive space, I’m smacked in the face by the sight of our on-site counterparts.

All of whom are Otherkin.

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