"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm not sure if I like your tone, Chat," she responded, fire in her eyes.

Valerie walked back into her cubicle, just as her phone rang. She picked it up and noted the time, barely an hour until lunch. Taking a deep breath, she answered the call, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

Teresa sat in silence, mulling over the chat's instructions. She had never taken a request quite like this. Sure, she put on the cliché act of an office lady who was afraid that someone was close by and could turn the corner at any moment, but this was something different.

"Chat," she typed back, trying to keep her tone light as she negotiated a more reasonable arrangement. "This isn't like our usual performances. I appreciate the offer, but I think it's best if we stick to the usual script."

For a moment, there was silence. Then Chat, in various repeated posts, replied, "In the past you have had goals where you squirt in the office."

Teresa felt a rush of embarrassment, realizing her Chat was using her own past performances as leverage to persuade her into doing something outside of her comfort level. But then she recalled the generous tips she had earned during those performances, the thrill of breaking the rules while a captive audience watched.

Teresa hesitated before tapping back a response. "That's different." Her words, while chosen carefully, seemed flimsy and lacked conviction even to herself. She wondered if perhaps she was more open to this than she initially felt. "That was the final goal out of fifty. I make a substantial amount for an entire day of buildup and anticipation. I'm not sure if we have that kind of time right now," Teresa finally typed back, trying to keep up the illusion of her performance even in the chatroom.

Chat, seemingly unbothered, took her explanation into consideration, "How many total tokens did you make on such days?" Chat asked, always quick to remind her of the numbers and their potential for a generous income.

Teresa hesitated before typing her answer, shielding her response from her coworkers with a careful scan of the room to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Fifteen thousand tokens on my best day," she typed reluctantly, her thoughts turning over the possible consequences. She knew it was a risk, but the thought of earning so much on a whim was too tempting to ignore.

Without skipping a beat, Chat responded with a simple, "So, twenty-five?" they negotiated.

"Fifty and not a token less," Teresa blurted out. She pursed her lips, realizing she made the stakes far higher than she intended. Her palms became sweaty as she waited anxiously for Chat's reply.

Chat, quite conversely, appeared nonchalant, merely typing "Very well. There is one hundred of us as we speak, we will each give five hundred tokens."

"Bullshit," Teresa stated too loudly before catching herself. She turned to smile at a puzzled Valerie who was engrossed in her phone call. Teresa returned her gaze to her blue-lit webcam, "Easily nine of the ten of you moochers, don't even give me tokens. Do you really expect me to believe that a hundred people are financially capable of tipping five hundred tokens per person?" Teresa muttered sarcastically.

The sound of a winning slot machine rang out, causing Teresa once again to mute her speaker. When she returned to her screen she was struck by a feeling of disbelief as she scanned a long string of five-hundred-token transactions flooding in from her viewers. It was a gamble she had dared to take, and the payoff was overwhelming. She could only imagine what would have happened if she had her Luv-R vibrator inside her when the tokens came rushing in. Perhaps, the top of her head would have exploded due to the intensity of her climax. The thought gave her a thrill that only intensified the quickening pulse in her body.

Teresa rubbed her thighs impatiently while watching the funds transfer. The longer she waited, the harder it became for Teresa to sedate her growing anticipation.

Finally, Valerie placed her phone on her desk and stood up.

The thoughts of the members of Chat who had already paid recoalesced into a single entity again, "Do you want to know why?" They asked.

Teresa looked up, surprised to hear the Chat address her directly again. She had started to view them as an entity separate from the individual users and so she was caught off guard by this.

The Chat answered itself, "Because Valerie looks up to you as a sexual role model, and masturbation is the perfect next step. But it has to be sincere."

Teresa felt her insides tighten with anxiety at the mention of Valerie's name. She had never considered mixing her personal life with her work life before, but the thought of turning Valerie on and pleasuring herself while her young coworker was in such proximity made her pulse quicken.

Valerie smiled warmly at Teresa as she returned to her desk, catching her eye for just a moment before turning away.

Teresa's heart throbbed in her chest, her mind whirling with the words Chat had just spoken. The idea of Valerie looking up to Teresa was unsettling in ways she couldn't clearly articulate. Teresa imagined the young woman's admiration translating into vulnerability, a vulnerability Teresa wanted to...

"Should I masturbate now?" Teresa typed, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. She glanced around the office to ensure no one was watching her, but Valerie was on her phone and the few other coworkers present were preoccupied with their tasks.

Chat responded with a resounding "No, wait for lunch." Teresa cocked her head to the webcam, but before she could question the instruction, Chat responded with a simple, "Trust us."

The next hour felt like an eternity to Teresa as she tried her best to focus on her work, yet she couldn't help but wonder what Chat was planning. She glanced at Valerie frequently, taking note of her mannerisms and evaluating whether the young woman had any idea what was transpiring right before her eyes. Teresa saw nothing that hinted at suspicion, only admiration and innocent curiosity.

Her phone alarm blared, notifying Teresa that lunchtime had finally arrived. She turned toward Valerie, "How about we grab some food together? My treat." Teresa kept her tone and demeanor as professional and friendly as she could manage and waited for Valerie's reply.

"I'd love to!" Valerie replied cheerily, but her expression saddened as she held up a brown paper sack, "But I already brought my lunch and had plans of eating it in my car. I like the privacy. A raincheck?" she asked hesitantly.

Teresa could understand Valerie's desire for solitude, especially after the intimate moment earlier. She nodded and forced a smile on her lips. "Sure, I wouldn't mind eating alone today."

Valerie grabbed her lunch and keys, then noted a flashing light on her work phone. She slammed her keys on to her desk with a huff of frustration, then picked up the handset with her now free hand, "Hello? Hello! Hello?" She greeted, her anger growing with each repetition.

Valerie slammed down the receiver, then turned to Teresa, feeling she owed her an explanation. "I'm sorry for the outburst Teresa. It just that, during the last hour, I've been getting a call on this odd line, and no one is there when I pick up. It's just, argh!" Valerie frowned, storming out of her cubicle in frustration.

Teresa knew the call must have been disturbing Valerie, but she had an odd feeling that she knew why she was receiving prank calls. She decided to ignore the nagging thought for the moment as she watched Valerie's retreating form.

She let out a sigh, bringing her hand to her face and leaning back in her swivel chair. Her screen flickered with lingering notifications and messages.

She turned her attention to her Chat, which had been unusually quiet since her declaration of masturbating during lunch. Perhaps they too, were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As soon as Valerie left the building, Teresa let out a sigh of relief. She could feel her body tensing, anticipating what was to come next. Hastily, she closed all her open work tabs and pulled out her Luv-R vibrator, hidden deep in her purse; it was small and silent; perfect for this impromptu display.

She glanced around one more time to assure herself that she was alone in the empty office before settling into the comfortable, yet darkened, corner of her cubicle.

With practiced ease, Teresa began to pleasure herself, her eyes half-closed as she allowed the vibrations to wash over her, the sound of her own heavy breathing a stark reminder of her solitary victory. As she elevated the tempo of her movements, Chat remained conspicuously quiet, leaving Teresa to wonder if she had succeeded in eliciting their desired arousal or if she had somehow disappointed them.

As Valerie approached her cubicle, she pondered what tone to use when explaining to Teresa she had left her keys on her desk, thanks to Mr. Prank Caller. Valerie's heart skipped a beat as she caught a glimpse of Teresa's flushed face through the glass window. Curious, she crept closer, hoping to get a better look. She saw Teresa, her eyes closed. Her stretch pants were opened and lowered over her hips; her legs spread.

Valerie stared in shock, her breath catching in her throat. Teresa's fingers traced over her thighs, methodically bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. Valerie blinked, unsure if she was seeing things correctly.

Valerie couldn't fault Teresa, no one was supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to see this - but now that she had, she couldn't look away. Teresa's fingers pressed firmly against her clit, her thumb rubbing circles around the swollen bundle of nerves. Valerie felt her own body respond to the sight, her breath hitching as a hot wave of arousal crashed through her.

As Teresa quickened the pace, pressure building between her thighs, Valerie took a single step forward, her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her. Teresa was obviously years more practiced when it came to satisfying herself. Valerie couldn't help but appreciate the show in front of her as Teresa's thighs trembled, eyes rolling back as she moaned softly. The silky vibrations, combined with the erotic scene before her, had Valerie soaked in seconds.

Valerie's eyes drifted down, tracing the delicate angle of Teresa's vulva, her gaze flickering over the tantalizing sight of the pink toy nestled within her entrance. Valerie could practically feel the vibrations humming through the freed air, her body aching with anticipation as she watched her colleague fade further down the path of pleasure.

Teresa's use of an inserted vibration device was sheer brilliance to Valerie, so often her fingers weren't enough, yet a standard vibrator didn't quite do the trick either. She admired Teresa's experience, which was much more adventurous than her own tame and shy romantic endeavors.

Teresa's back arched. Her breath came in gasps, her mouth rounded as the vibrating shaft rubbed against her G-spot and she moaned for all to hear, reveling in the sensations building to unbearable heights.

Valerie's heart raced, watching as Teresa pleasured herself shamelessly just a few feet away. She had to touch herself, even if only briefly. Valerie felt a flush rising from her collarbone, spreading towards her cheeks. She brought a trembling hand to her waistband, tugging down her panties just enough to expose the damp curls at the apex of her thighs.

Valerie slid her fingers along the length of her slit. Her labia were soft, slick and hot to the touch, the delicate folds fluttering under her gentle caress. Valerie inhaled sharply; it had been a while since she last touched herself.

At first, her touch was timid, hesitating, but as she watched Teresa writhe in sheer ecstasy, her climax came disappointingly quickly. Valerie's fingertips lingered in the aftermath, gently caressing her sensitive folds knowing full well that her colleague was still lost in her own world of pleasure.

The sensations intensified as Teresa's back arched higher, fingers gliding faster on her sex, the vibrator still buzzing away. Valerie watched with bated breath, taking in every erotic detail - the flushed chest, the high arch of Teresa's back, the way her thighs trembled. She found herself yearning to feel that intensity, craving it desperately.

Between the intoxicating blend of the vibrator, the envy Teresa's performance stirred in her, and now witnessing her fingering herself so thoroughly, Valerie could no longer contain herself.

Valerie couldn't imagine anything she wanted more than to be in her seven-year senior's arms, sharing in the deep, bone-quaking orgasm that now threatened to overcome Teresa entirely.

Valerie blinked and shook her head, realizing what she had just thought, and quietly, but quickly left the cubicle.

Teresa's orgasm came suddenly, her body tensed, flexed, and finally collapsed into the desk chair under her. Her smooth, stretch-pants shorn legs shook uncontrollably, the fabric creating a ripple effect down her quivering limbs. She sheathed her Luv-R vibrator away into her purse, catching her breath and attempting to maintain her composure.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing, each slow exhale helping to bring her back to reality. Waking her monitor up again, her eyes rested on the screen full of chat messages, the consensus was obvious, "Check your VOD!”

Cautiously, Teresa replayed her stream from the moment she started masturbating. The webcam footage, sped up, showed Teresa amid her ministrations; her fingers deftly teasing her sex before she introduced the Luv-R vibrator. The scene was intimate, yet shamelessly arousing, and elicited a flush in Teresa’s cheeks to re-watch it.

As the video reached its climax, she spotted Valerie's sudden entrance and departure from the frame. Heat rushed from Teresa as she realized her colleague had seen her most intimate moment.

Teresa replayed that portion of the video at regular speed, watching as Valerie quietly slipped in, her eyes widening at the sight she had stumbled upon. Valerie lingered, her gaze glued to Teresa, her own hand slipping under the waistband of her yoga pants. Teresa could hardly believe her eyes, Valerie appeared to be pleasuring herself in response to her performance. The realization sent a shiver of arousal running down Teresa's spine.

Yet, as the video continued, Valerie abruptly retreated - just as Teresa reached her own climax. It was at that moment that Teresa's elation turned to dread. What had just happened?

Lingering questions and doubts aside, Teresa knew her course was clear, "I'll have to let Valerie come to me," She whispered at the webcam.

"Agreed," Chat replied.