Holo-Office, Part 1

The light behind Anon's back kept dimming as the sun dove under the artificial horizon of tall office buildings. Only decent light sources at this time
the lamp on his table and screen of laptop seated in its dock. The words on it, a monthly report, was staring back at him, its length taunting his tired
brain. Anon retyped the last word 5 types, before finally landing all the letters, and leaned into his office chair, rubbing his sleepy eyes. As the stress of
writing took the backseat, Anon's brain refocused on the other sensation, one that he somehow managed to tone out as he vomited sentences on the virtual paper.

His gaze followed his tie, down to his pants. Or lack of them. Both them and his boxers were pulled down to his knees, exposing his cock to the outside elements. Soft, wet and nimble elements. Further down, he met the gaze of two rainbow colored eyes, against a completely pale backdrop. Under his table was currently kneeling Omega Alpha, the HoloEN branch leader. Completely naked, with clothes neatly folded right next to her. And currently having mouth full of his right nut.

Omega was the sort of boss you would expect from a deity of unimaginable power and utter lack of knowledge of humanity's social norms. Completely unpredictable and bonkers by any standard. When she overheard Anon complaining to his coworker about what an absolute pain the monthly report was and how he couldn't write more than 5 lines without wanting to chew his wrists off, she immediately ordered him to her office. Once she went through her whole HR spiel with about as much emotion as the coffee machine in the cafeteria, Omega sighted and told Anon she will have to keep an close eye on him, to ensure his productivity doesn't fall below the norm. At that time, Anon wasn't sure what to expect aside from Omega's omnipresent gaze following his every twitching motion. Getting a thorough cock-and-balls tonguebath as he worked was definitely NOT nowhere on the list of expectations.

"Anon, is this satisfactory and relaxing enough?", Omega asked, almost startling Anon as he got carried off in the moment.

"O-Oh, of course! Just need to...collect my thoughts for a bit..."

"Good," replied the albino god, before moving her mouth to Anon's right nut, having thoroughly licked and sucked on the left one already.

The report was nearing its end and Anon once again focused every awake braincell into attempt to complete it before Omega's intense "motivation techniques" made him add more white to the already blinding complexion of his boss.

As the paragraph began to manifest, Omega's attention shifted to Anon's tip. Her mouth was surprisingly "human", wet and slimy, despite her usual dry demeanor. And the intensity with which she started to suck him off made him pause once again to collect himself. It was very much a blowjob you would expect from someone like Omega: the technique was there, but the lack of knowledge of how it affected him turned it into a rather intense experience, overwhelming Anon's sensory center to the point of seeing stars in his vision.

"S-Slow down, that's a bit too hard?" complained Anon as he grabbed Omega's hair to pull her off of his cock. Only then he froze, realizing what he was. Expecting some sort of lecture of punishment, he didn't dare to move.

"Of course, my apologies," was the only response before she slipped out of his grip and resumed her service, this time at much lower pace. With his brain under much lesser strain, Anon pushed himself and completed the last part. Now all that reminded was go over it to check for errors and format it properly...

Glad that the worst part was over, Anon relaxed and his left hand found its was down onto Omega's hair. Gently, he directed the speed and depth of her head, enjoying the situation. Then, out of nowhere...

Knock knock.

Scared at the sudden noise, his head shot up to the door to his office, eyes falling first stack of documents resting against a pair of rather nice tits, then following upwards to the tips of golden locks and ever-present smile. Jenma.
"Heeeyyy, Anon~! Not every day I see you here this late. Still finishing up work?" asked Jenma in her usual upbeat voice.

Jenma was by far the most unsettling managers Anon worked with. Enma might have been easily irritable by slightest inconvenience and rather explosive, but least she was predictable. J-Chad might have been scary and always looking ready to snap an office clerk in half, but most of the time she was rather friendly and approachable, if you could handle the energy she emanated. Jenma, on the other hand, was a fucking enigma. You could never how much she knew or what she was thinking, every emotion and feeling hidden behind that smile. She could have been planning to drive a knife into your chest with the exact same expression as if she planned to drop on her knees and suck you dry.

Anon's hand block Omega from moving, though she seemed to have noticed the disturbance and paused her service, waiting

"O-O-oh, y-yeah! Needed to get this report done today or it would just start causing a pile up on my desk," Anon replied, trying to act as natural as
one could while talking to your coworker with you boss' mouth around your cock.

"Ah, tale as old as time. Well, gonna leave ya to it then!", said Jenma before turning around, prompting Anon to sigh in relief. At least until she
suddenly pivoted back to face him.

"By the way, did you see Omega? She is normally still here around this time, but I can't find her anywhere," said Jenma, tapping on the documents at
her chest. From the sheer fear of her finding out, Anon's body almost jumped, causing his member to sink deeper into Omega's mouth, much to her silent protest.

"H-Honestly, no idea...," was all Anon could get out without producing a moan or some other noise related to the struggling woman between his legs.

"Ah shame. Well then, I will just leave these here~."

Jenma approached his desk, Anon's heart threatening to explode as she put the files on his desk.

"W-Why though?", was all Anon could get out of his throat, the unchanging smile giving no indication if she noticed the no doubt partially audible
noises from under his desk.

"You are pretty much the last guy on this floor, so if you see Omega, please give them to her. If not, could you please give them to her in the
morning for me?

"Y-yeah, sure!"

"Great! Thanks a lot, Anon. Have a good rest of the day!"

With that, Jenma spun again and this time completed her exit.

It took a hand gently tapping on his thigh for him to remember he was still pushing Omega onto his cock. He quickly removed his hand, but Omega didn't move. Instead she dove even deeper on his cock, pushing his tip into her throat and making him wince. With the mix of emotions and stimulations this evening, that was the final straw for Anon. His saliva-coated balls started to twitch and pulse as he unloaded into Omega, who dutifully swallowed every drop without a fail. Once his cock was done pumping jizz, Omega quickly cleaned the tip and swallowed what was left in her mouth.

"Was this service sufficient enough to keep you focused on your work, Anon?"

Anon wasn't sure how to react, Omega giving of vibe of a whore asking for approval rather than a god-turned-office boss inquiring on his performance.

"I-It was more than enough! I shouldn't have issues finishing the report now, just some minor t-touches," Anon forced out of him, still half-convinced
all of this was just a wild dream brought about by overwork stress

"Good. I will depart then. If you ever require my assistance again, you know where to find me. But please, do not abuse my generosity. And I think I need to remind you to keep this to yourself only, lest your existence ceases."

"Dully n-noted!"

Omega offered no further words she got from under the table, her clothes, together with Jenma's files, lifted into air by invisible force. Once Omega exited the room, her power levitated her to her office, still butt naked.

Anon leaned back into his chair again, sighting hard. His eyes couldn't help but notice the rather large wet spot under his desk, before refocusing on the screen to quickly finish up and get out of this place.