Jake was having breakfast when there was a knock at his apartment door. When he opened it, Brian, the night watchman from his building, was there holding a large manila envelope which he handed to Jake. “Good morning Mr. Thompson. A man dropped this off for you this morning. I was just getting off shift, so I thought I would bring it up to you before I headed for home,” he explained.

“Thanks Brian. And it’s Jake, not Mr. Thompson.” Jake replied.

Brian nodded, “Of course, Mr. Thompson.”

Jake invited him in for a cup of coffee, but he declined, “No thank you sir, I really need to get home and get the kiddos off to school. Have a good day Mr. Thompson,” he turned on his heels and headed towards the elevator.

Jake called after him, “You too Brian, and it’s Jake.”

Jake returned to the kitchen and carefully open the package. Nestled inside were four luxurious red envelopes adorned with his name and the names of his coworkers in elegant, swirling black calligraphy. Jake delicately opened his envelope, revealing an invitation that was a work of art; crafted with intricate embossing in rich, deep red and shimmering silver, announcing the upcoming party on Saturday evening. Jake couldn't help but shake his head; his mother always going above and beyond to prove her social status.

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Jake had just settled into the familiar contours of his office chair when the intercom on his desk phone buzzed before Shayla’s voice came through, “You there, Jake?”

“Yep, just sat down,” he replied, dropping the envelope containing the invitations on the desk and reaching over to flick on his desk lamp.

“The young woman I’m interviewing had something come up and asked if we could reschedule for one. Are you still available?” Shayla inquired.

Jake leaned back. “I have an appointment with Dr. Caldwell at three, but I don’t see one being an issue,” he confirmed, picturing his day ahead.

“Thanks, Jake, see ya later,” Shayla said, her voice warm with appreciation before the line clicked off.

Jake looked at the manila envelope and figured he should hand out the invitations to the girls before staring his day. He grabbed the envelope, opened the flap, and tilted it allowing the contents to slide smoothly out onto his desk. He collected the three red invitations and headed towards Emily’s office.

After a gentle tap on the door, he entered her office and found her seated at her desk. Her eyes were fixed intently on what seemed to be a detailed map, the intricate lines and markings barely visible from where he stood, but somewhat familiar. She looked up and quickly folded up what she was so carefully studying, “Hey Jake, what’s up?” she greeted, her expression of a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar quickly morphing into a bright smile.

“Hi Em,” Jake responded, slightly befuddled. “I, uh, just wanted to drop this off to you,” his thoughts snapping back to the task at hand, striding over and handing her the red envelope.

“Wow, fancy!” Emily exclaimed, her eyes widening with delight as she opened the elegant envelope and admired the embossed invitation.

Jake thought back to Kiera’s revelation that Emily caught her masturbating while watching videos of him and asked, “As long as I’m here, may we discuss something?”

"Sure Jake, anything," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Let's sit," she recommended, gesturing towards the sofa.

Jake sat down on the couch, and she joined him, tucking her legs beneath her as she angled her body toward him. "So, what's on your mind?" she asked, her blue eyes attentive behind her trendy glasses.

"Kiera mentioned something interesting yesterday," Jake began, watching Emily's face carefully. "She told me that she's been watching the footage of… well, of me having sex with everyone in the office."

A look of surprise crossed Emily's features, but her expression quickly shifted, "She told you about that?" she said, a light shake of her head. "She’s not very good at keeping secrets,” she giggled.

"She also mentioned that you caught her watching," Jake said, his voice tinged with intrigue, his eyebrow arching in curiosity, eager to catch her reaction.

Emily laughed, the sound light and musical. "I did," she admitted without a trace of embarrassment. "I walked in on her masturbating while watching footage of you and Rachel. She was so into it that she didn't even hear me come in at first." Emily shifted slightly, her delightful breasts rising and falling with her breath. "When she finally noticed me, she looked terrified, but instead of reprimanding her, I sat down next to her and joined in," Emily's eyes took on a dreamy quality, "We watched together, and I showed her a few things, different ways to touch herself. It was fun playing with each other."

Jake felt his cock begin to stiffen at the mental image of Emily and Kiera masturbating together while watching him. "She mentioned that you taught her how to, uh…" his voice dropping off.

Emily's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Squirt? I did," she confirmed, her eyes drifting down to Jake's growing erection. "She was so excited when it happened. You should have seen her face, pure shock and ecstasy." Emily uncurled her legs and leaned back against the arm of the sofa, spreading her thighs, revealing her delicate pink, moistening pussy. "Would you like me to show you?" she asked with a seductive purr, running her hand slowly up her inner thigh.

Jake's cock was now fully erect, standing proudly between his legs. "Sure, I think that would be very… educational," he replied with a smirk, his hand moving to grip his shaft.

Emily's fingers danced delicately across her labia, spreading the wetness that had already begun to gather. "I've always been able to do this, it's quite intense," she explained, as she tapped her clit with practiced precision.

Jake watched, mesmerized, as Emily's nimble fingers worked their magic. She inserted two fingers into her pussy, curling them upward and beginning a rhythmic motion. Her other hand stimulating her clit, alternating between light circles and firmer pressure.

Jake slowly masturbated, entranced by Emily's demonstration. Her face was beginning to flush, her glasses slightly askew. She moaned as she began to pump her fingers in and out of her squelching cunt at a steady pace.

"For me, uhhh, my clit is the, mmm, key," she explained, her breathing becoming more ragged. "Finding the right spot and… applying the right… pressure." Her back arched slightly as she continued her display, her fingers moving with increasing urgency, her breasts slightly bouncing, a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin.

Jake’s hand began moving rapidly up and down his throbbing cock, intently observing Emily’s every move.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her legs beginning to quake slightly, her abdomen quickly rising and falling. "I'm close… almost," she panted, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the sensations rapidly building within her. Her movements became more urgent, her fingers pumping faster as her hips bucked against her hand. "Watch me Jake… watch me cum… oh god, oh god…”

Emily withdrew her soaked fingers and began furiously rubbing her swollen clit. With a sharp cry, her body tensed and clear fluid erupted from her pulsating pussy, arcing through the air and splattering onto Jake’s stomach, thigh and hand that was jacking his cock. She continued to rub herself through her orgasm, smaller jets of liquid squirting out onto the sofa cushion between them with each spasm that rocked her body.

"Holy fuck," Jake murmured, his hand pumping faster on his shaft, now slick with Emily’s ejaculate, watching her body convulse, her face contorted in ecstasy. The sight of her squirting, combined with the warm fluid that had splashed onto his skin, sent him over the cliff. With a guttural moan, he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock and landing on his chest and stomach, mixing with Emily's juices.

Emily collapsed back against the sofa, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched Jake's release. "That was… fun," she panted, reaching up and straightening her glasses. "Didn't imagine I’d be squirting all over you when you walked in,” she giggled.

Jake chuckled as he looked down at himself and the wet sofa cushion between them, "I'm not complaining," he replied with a lazy grin, his fingers slowly trailing through the mixture of their fluids on his abdomen. "That was something to see."

Emily sat up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I should get you cleaned up," she offered, rising from the sofa and padding across to her private bathroom.

Jake leaned back, still catching his breath, his eyes following her cute behind as she moved gracefully across the room. His mind wandered to vivid imaginings of the two girls masturbating, and squirting, together. The mental picture sent a fresh tingle through his groin.

Emily returned with a warm, damp hand towel and began gently wiping Jake's stomach and chest, her touch soft and attentive. "So, about the party tomorrow," she said as she moved lower and started cleaning his now softening penis. “What should I wear?"

"Something elegant but sexy," Jake replied, sighing at her touch. "My mother is all about appearances, but I want to watch everyone’s reaction when my three gorgeous coworkers arrive."

Emily grinned, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "I have just the dress," she said, her voice teasing. "It looks proper enough to pass scrutiny, but reveals just enough that the old guys won’t need their Viagra." Her words were accompanied by a playful wink.

Jake chuckled, nodding in approval, "That’ll be perfect." He then glanced at the other invitations he had placed on the coffee table. "I guess I should go deliver the other invitations," he added, rising from the couch and snatching up the two envelopes.

As he slipped out the door, a look of sadness passed over Emily’s features. She was really going to miss spending time with Jake.

As Jake was making his way to Jessica’s office, he encountered Rachel in the hallway. “Hi Rachel,” he greeted warmly, a smile spreading across his face. “I was going to drop this by your office, but you saved me a trip,” he chuckled, handing her the envelope, its crimson paper embellished with her name in elegant script.

Rachel's eyes twinkled as she took the envelope, running her fingertips over the fine paper. "Wow, pretty," she remarked, carefully opening it. Her eyes quickly scanned the invitation inside, a smile spreading across her face. "I can’t believe how elaborate this invitation is."

"My mother never does anything halfway," Jake replied with a wry smile. "The invitation says 'cocktail attire,' which, just to let you know, for her means designer dresses and tuxedos."

Rachel nodded, "I've got something that should work perfectly," she said, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his lips, her small bare breasts brushing against his arm as she whispered, "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night."

Jake watched her walk away, his mind flashing back to her reddened bottom when he spanked her. He felt his cock twitch and shook his head to dispel his naughty thoughts before continuing toward Jessica's office. He found her door partially open and knocked lightly before entering.

Jessica glanced up from her computer screen, her expression brightening as soon as she saw him. "Jake! How are you doing this morning?" she inquired warmly, motioning for him to enter.

"I just came from Emily’s office, so a bit drained, actually," he replied with a playful smirk, making his way around her desk and casually leaning against it beside her. "I wanted to stop by to give you this," he continued, handing her the final invitation.

Jessica took the envelope with a sigh, "Well, that’s too bad," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. Noticing the concern in Jake's eyes, she quickly clarified, "Oh, not about the invitation, about… this," she added, reaching over to gently grasp his flaccid penis. She gave it a couple of light tugs before letting him go and focusing on the expensive red envelope. "How lovely. Your mother has excellent taste," she remarked, carefully sliding her finger under the seal to open it. The invitation inside was elegant, with metallic lettering that shimmered in the light. "I'll be sure to wear something to make an impression," she promised, her lips curving into a flirtatious smile that promised mischief.

Jake chuckled softly. "I'm sure you will," he replied. "Just a heads up, my mother can be quite judgmental. Don't take it personally; it's just how she is."

Jessica placed the invitation on her desk and turned her office chair towards him. "Don't worry about me, Jake," she assured him, her voice low and soothing. "I know how to handle it," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around his limp dick and slipped it between her lips.

Jake moaned at the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Despite having just masturbated with Emily, his cock began to stiffen under Jessica's skilled attention. Her experienced mouth worked its magic, drawing him deeper as her hand gently cradled his balls.

"Jesus, Jess," he groaned, his fingers threading through her brunette hair.

Jessica hummed appreciatively around his hardening length, the vibration sending pleasant tingles through his groin. Her nails lightly scraped his inner thighs as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each downward movement. Jake leaned his head back, surrendering to the exquisite sensation of the blowjob.

Jessica released him with a wet pop, her hand stroking his now fully erect cock. "I want to give you something to remember me by," she purred, her voice husky with desire.

Before Jake could process her curious choice of words, she took him back into her mouth, the thought instantly evaporating. Her pace increased as she blew him with renewed vigor, creating a delicious suction that made his toes curl.

"Oh, fuck, Jess," he panted, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward slightly. "If you keep going, you’re going to make me cum."

Jessica's eyes flickered up to meet his, a wicked gleam in their depths that left no doubt that was exactly what she intended to do. Her tongue worked expertly as her mouth moved with purpose. One hand pumping the base of his cock and the other squeezing and massaging his tightening sac. Jake felt his self-control slipping as the combined sensations overwhelmed him, bucking into her mouth with a ragged groan, his orgasm struck.

Having so recently ejaculated, only a couple of small spurts of semen landed on Jessica’s tongue, but she continued to suck him through the intense, bordering on painful, climax. Her cheeks hollowed around him, trying to milk out every last bit of cum from his balls, until he slumped back, panting heavily, his body completely spent. She finally released him with an impish look in her eyes, opening her mouth to show him the minuscule amount of pearlescent fluid accumulated on her tongue before swallowing it. "Being with Emily really did drain you," she laughed, wiping her mouth and sitting back in her chair.

Jake could only nod, still trying to catch his breath. “I told you,” he managed with a slight chuckle.

Jessica stood up and softly kissed him, her full, velvety lips barely brushing against his. "Thanks for stopping by with the invitation,” she murmured, her breath warm against his mouth, before sitting back down and swiveling her chair around to face her computer screen. “Now off you go. I have work to do and I can’t be distracted by that,” she added with a playful lilt, gesturing towards his penis.

"Well, I definitely don’t want to distract you," he agreed with a teasing grin, standing up and stretching languidly, his muscles flexing under his skin. "Thanks for the blowjob," he added, his bright blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Mmm hmm,” Jessica responded, pretending to focus intently on her screen, though a small smile played at the corners of her lips.

With a small laugh, Jake leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head before turning to leave. He sauntered out with an easy gait, while Jessica looked away from her monitor and quietly sighed as she leered at his muscular butt.

Jake entered his office and decided to rest a bit after his eventful morning. He lay down on the sofa, relishing in the feel of the cool leather against his bare skin, and closed his eyes.

As he blinked his eyes open, he noted the soft golden light through the windows illuminating the office. When his gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, its hands showing it was approaching noon, Jake realized that he had fallen asleep.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he rose from the couch and made his way to the breakroom. He grabbed something to eat, deciding to take it back to his office and attempt to get some work completed before meeting Shayla for the interview at one.

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