Author's Note: Everyone in this story is over eighteen. Please, rate and review. Enjoy. J

Chapter One

Michael had kept his distance from her lately and it bothered more than she cared to admit. She'd gotten that part-time job in Conrad's office just so she could spend more time around him. She didn't understand why he was so dismissive as of late. She knew she was attractive and he certainly found her attractive. Becoming the anonymous office e-slut had eliminated any doubts otherwise.

He liked the photos and dirty words she had sent him. At first, it was only going to be him whom she was going to tease but she got a hold of all her brother's employees in his office. It became too much of a temptation for her not to tease the ones she found attractive as well.

They were all weary of her texts at first. Thinking it might be someone wanting to ruin their marriages or get them fired but in time, Orelí had them all wrapped around her finger. She would exchange her dirty thoughts and desires with these men and send evidence of how much they turned her on. Showed them photos of her touching herself, never revealing her true identity but they all loved her lean body.

All of them would send pictures of their hard cocks and play along with her. Yet, for a man without principals, Michael would simply give her orders on what he wanted her to do and she would oblige right there in her brother's office while he was away.

She sighed to herself as she sat at her dressing table, picking up a small vial of perfume, the scent drifting out as she lifted the crystal stopper. She touched perfume to the delicate dip under her ear and the pulse point at her throat; a poignant replacement to where she wanted the kisses he would never press. She wanted to taste the passion of his kiss, the soft caress of his fingers on her skin, and hear his lazy words while they lay amid the chaos of rumpled sheets.

She brushed out her hair first, the long dark tresses soft against her bare back. Then, she tied her hair in one tousled up chignon. In her armoire there was a lovely dark peach drop shouldered top and a matching flimsy flowered skirt. She donned both and searched for matching ballerina flats.

Michael poured himself a large scotch and emptied it in one swallow. He hated the stuff, normally, but he needed something to take the edge off with this outrageous realization. He examined the photograph again and again. His blood boiled with every passing second. It couldn't be her. She was the talk of the entire goddamn office. It simply couldn't be her. He'd known Orelí for too long to know she couldn't be the office e-slut! And that well looked like her brother's office!

He set down his glass and got in his car. He would confront her right now. He doubted she had any plans today but who knew if she was having a nice early porking in her room while her brother was at his meeting. The meeting he should be at but was too overcome by this wild set of news to even have the right mind to attend to. He'd just call his assistant and tell her he would be late.

Michael halted at her entrance door. How could someone so sweet and kind be such a goddamn slut? He held his fist up for a civilized knock but found himself banging instead.

Her footsteps were heard in the silent background of the house. He banged harder wanting to hurry her up and get this over with.

"Coming!" Orelí's soft, innocent voice felt like vile. The door opened, she was surprised to see him but smiled nonetheless. "Oh. Hi, Micah! What are you doing here?"

He looked at her cute unrevealing outfit as a whore's guise. A guise to trick friends and family of what she's not. She wasn't what she portrayed to be. She still had stuffed animals in her room for fuck sake! She wasn't the cute, preppy young girl he always saw.

"Were you headed somewhere?" He asked as he caught sight of her purse in hand.

"I was actually but it's fine. I was only headed to the bookstore. Would you like to come in?"

Softly yet forcefully he pushed her aside letting himself in. He had no time for pleasantries and he wanted to end her sweet façade as quickly as possible. He accepted her drink offer by asking for a straight scotch. Once she was back with his drink, he stopped her words by speaking first, "Are you familiar with the rumors flying around the office, Orelí."

"Well . . . Some, yes."

"I'm sure you are well aware of The Office Slut."

Orelí looked as though all color had drained from her. She sat there, motionless; a look of despair shading her big emerald eyes. Laughing, she tried to hide her distress. "Michael, there's sluts in every office. Surely this rumor can't be something of such importance that you are here in my house."

"Forgive me. The Office E-Slut, I mean."

Her laugh was more forced this time, her small never faltering. "Well, you'll have to enlighten me with that. Tell me, what makes her an e-slut? Does she have a blog?"

Micah had just had about enough of her games. Firmly, he ordered her to hand him her phone. Of course, she wouldn't oblige and he only asked again, this time snatching her purse from her side.

"Micah, what's the matter with you?" She yelled as she tried grabbing it back.

Luckily her phone had no passcode. He scrolled down her messages and found nothing. She was clever but surely she would have some pictures saved. Pressing 'home' in search of her photo app, another app called his attention. He opened the Textfree app and found just what he needed.

In one swift move, she had gotten up and tried taking back her phone. Quickly, he got up and blocked her, extending his arm so the phone was out of her reach. She tried to boost herself higher but she was too short and he too tall for her to ever manage. After various failed attempts, she finally backed down.

"I knew it was you. You should be more careful when taking pictures of your cunt. I noticed it was Conrad's office when I saw the portrait of you and him on his counter in the background.

Is that why you wanted a job there, so all the men could have pictures of your cunt? Have you fucked them? Do you fuck them all on the same day; one after the other? Maybe they all make a fucking line to stick their dicks in your slutty pussy!"

"Stop it!"

He saw tears filling her eyes, perhaps he was being harsh but he didn't care. She deserved his harsh treating. He reached down and cupped her between the legs. She gasped and flinched back wiping her theatric tears from her rosy cheeks. "I bet that pussy of yours still has cum from all these men using it."

Her sobs came louder, hiccupping her words, "It doesn't! I haven't fucked any of them."

"Liar," his chuckle was low and rough, "Lenny Asquith said he rode The Office Slut like the whore she is. The way you talk to these men is clear that you have no self-respect."

"What do you care anyway? You're neither Conrad nor my boyfriend. You being Conrad's best friend doesn't give you any right to anything I do. Now give me back my phone!"

It was shocking to realize how her words were all true yet he couldn't help but feel he had every right upon her.

"Give it back so you can have more cocks? In fact, it is to my judgment that a slut like you should be punished. " He hauled her out the front the door, getting a firm grip on her wrist and ordering her to get in the car. A river of tears washed down her cheeks. He contemplated giving her his handkerchief for a brief second but his kind thoughts were fogged just as quickly as he remembered her legs spread, putting her wet hole in exhibit for all those bastards.

"Micah, you're not going to tell Conrad, are you?"

She wasn't trying to snatch her phone from him anymore. She knew she wouldn't win over his big frame. Buckling her on his truck, Micah pointed one firm finger at her. Her green, glassy eyes concentrated on his.

His tone was firm and robust, "You will sit in my car quietly and you will do exactly as I say. If you are to defy me, I will make sure your brother sees everything I saw in your phone today. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Michael."

"Good."

He would teach her what happens to slutty little girls who are obsessed with cock.