Office Dares

She was standing in the office bathroom, a tiled room about 10 feet by 8 feet that housed a single lavatory and a sink with a large mirror fixed to the wall above it.

In this mirror she would regularly snapshot her work attire and forward the pictures to him, perhaps undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse to reveal a glimpse of the bra beneath or turning away so he could see the curves of her backside in that tight skirt he liked.

Today she posed topless in front of the mirror in that oh-so familiar room, her breasts exposed and her colleagues outside completely oblivious to what was taking place just behind that locked door.

She glanced down again at the message on her phone.

"I dare you to go to the bathroom and show me your breasts."

For a few days now he had been daring her to complete some risky tasks whilst at work. A message containing a new dare could arrive at any moment and it gave her a thrill to hand over control and just do whatever was demanded from her.

They had begun innocently enough. Her first task was to steal a box of pens from the stationery cupboard and send a picture of it in her desk drawer as proof the deed had been done. Then it escalated to things like sneaking a rude word into a presentation or using a double entendre during a meeting. She'd managed to slip the phrase "a few more inches" past some of her lesser-engaged colleagues, though she was sure her boss had tried (and failed) to stifle a chuckle.

These low-risk dares she quickly came to realise were likely offered as a means of testing her willingness to follow the rules of the game. She had done so without question, and the risk-factor and sexual nature of the dares had quickly escalated, as she'd hoped it would.

Now they were at the point where she was half-naked in the bathroom, aroused and eagerly following the rules of their game. Moving her body she sought the most flattering pose, eventually settling for the classic 'one leg bent, one leg straight' to angle her hips, with her free hand resting on her waist.

Happy with the image on-screen she snapped a picture and excitement stirred between her legs as she hit 'send'.

She hadn't been back at her desk longer than a few minutes when her phone began to flash. With a quick glance around the office she moved the phone to her lap and read the message.

"You're absolutely beautiful! xx"

She smiled to herself. It was a huge boost to her confidence.

"Thank you! So what's next?" she enquired.

There was a long wait before any reply came. Intermittently his status would alternate between 'typing' then back to 'online' again. She imagined all the possible fantasies running through his mind. It was exciting not knowing what the dare would be and given her past willingness he could ask practically anything. Was he typing them out only to delete and replace them with increasingly more risky suggestions? Part of her hoped he was.

After an age the screen shifted and his message appeared at the bottom.

"I dare you to take off your panties and hide them in your boss's office"

Now THIS was a risky dare. Her heart beat so loudly with excitement she was sure the whole office could hear. She glanced over her shoulder at the office in question behind her. Her manager was in there, door shut but she could see him talking on the phone through the window blinds. Outside sat Margaret, his grouchy PA who had ideas above her station with regards to her actual role in the company. Getting past her and into the office was the real challenge.

Could she really bring herself to go through with it? The thought of unquestionably following the demand caused her nipples to harden beneath her blouse and her clit began to tingle with excitement. She had to do it, that was the rule and this was exactly the thrill she craved. But how? And when?