HR partners and corporate woman are taken advantage of by Jeffrey!
**Part 5**
Jeffrey leans against the long polished conference table in the thirty-second floor corner office of the massive law firm, heart pounding as the twelve HR Partners settle into their seats around the glossy surface. The late afternoon sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows and lights up the room in sharp gold. Samantha Wagner sits at the head, legs crossed, flipping through a stack of onboarding files with that crisp Eastern University posture. Her light brown hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, Germanic features sharp and professional, the collar of her white blouse open just enough to show the faint freckles across her chest.
Jeffrey’s fingers tighten around the small silver device in his pocket. He discovered the time stop ability by accident last week when the copier jammed. Now he is going to use it on every single one of them.
He waits until Camryn Pi leans forward to speak, her East Asian features calm and composed, dark straight hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, cheekbones high and elegant. Maggie Kelly nods along beside her, Irish-white skin flushed from the warm office, soft curls framing her round face. Regina Kerwin is already typing notes on her tablet, Celtic features freckled across her nose, auburn hair pinned up tight.
Ashley Keenan crosses her arms, Irish features crisp, blonde highlights catching the light. Kylie Novelly laughs at something quiet, European features soft and approachable, wavy chestnut hair loose. Andrea Sierra Fuenmayor scrolls her phone, Hispanic features warm and expressive, long dark waves down her back. Jimin Um adjusts her glasses, Korean features delicate, jet-black bob perfectly straight. Leah P. sits back with a confident smile, mixed white features glowing, warm tones in her skin. Christine Fricke leans an elbow on the table, Germanic features precise, short platinum bob. Manuela De Paula gestures with her hands while talking, Portuguese features glowing, olive skin and curly black hair. Shilpa HM waits politely, Indian features striking, long glossy braid over one shoulder, deep brown eyes focused.
Jeffrey presses the device.
Everything freezes.
Silence drops like a curtain. The only movement is his own breathing. He starts with Samantha Wagner because she is closest. He stands, walks around the table, and stops behind her chair. Her body stays perfectly still, chest rising and falling in the stopped time. He reaches down and unbuttons the top three buttons of her blouse, sliding his hand inside to cup her full breast through the lace bra. Her nipple hardens instantly under his fingers. He pinches it, twists slowly, then pulls the bra cup down so her bare tit spills out. He does the same to the other side, leaving both heavy breasts exposed, nipples stiff and pink.
He moves to Camryn Pi next. He leans over her frozen form and lifts her pencil skirt up her smooth East Asian thighs until it bunches at her waist. Her panties are simple black cotton. He drags them aside and runs two fingers along her slit, parting the soft lips, pressing the pad of his finger against her clit in slow circles until her body begins to respond even in the frozen moment, moisture gathering at his touch.
One by one he works his way around the table. Maggie Kelly gets her blouse opened and her pale Irish breasts freed, nipples tugged until they stand out hard. Regina Kerwin’s Celtic freckled chest receives the same treatment, skirt hiked, panties pulled down to her knees. Ashley Keenan’s long legs are spread apart, his fingers slipping inside her to stroke deep while he leaves her panties dangling around one ankle. Kylie Novelly’s European features stay composed while he frees her tits and fingers her until she is visibly wet. Andrea Sierra Fuenmayor’s Hispanic curves are exposed next, skirt bunched, his tongue dragged over her nipples then lower until he tastes her. Jimin Um’s Korean body is left with blouse open, bra pushed up, skirt raised, his fingers buried two knuckles deep inside her. Leah P. receives a slow, thorough fingering and breast massage. Christine Fricke’s Germanic body is stripped from the waist up, pussy fingered until it glistens. Manuela De Paula’s Portuguese olive skin is bared, her thick curls left messy, clit circled until her thighs tremble in place. Shilpa HM’s Indian features stay serene while he opens her blouse, frees her dark nipples, pulls her panties down and spends long minutes rubbing her swollen clit and sliding fingers inside her until she is dripping onto the seat.
Jeffrey returns to Samantha Wagner last. He pulls her panties all the way off, spreads her legs wider under the table, and rubs her exposed pussy in firm strokes until her clit swells. He unzips, takes his cock out, and rubs the head along her frozen slit, pressing just the tip inside her before pulling back. He does the same to each of the others, sliding his cockhead against their wet openings, sometimes pushing in shallowly, sometimes just teasing, leaving them all slick and flushed.
When he has touched every single woman he steps back, breathes, and restarts time.
The room erupts at once.
Samantha Wagner gasps loudly, both hands flying up to cover her suddenly exposed breasts, nipples throbbing from the sudden sensation. Camryn Pi’s eyes go wide, her thighs snapping together as the wet heat between her legs registers all at once. Maggie Kelly lets out a sharp moan, arms crossing over her bare chest while her hips jerk. Regina Kerwin cries out, fingers grabbing at her bunched skirt. Ashley Keenan’s back arches, a shocked whimper leaving her throat. Kylie Novelly clutches the table edge, legs trembling. Andrea Sierra Fuenmayor moans openly, one hand flying between her thighs. Jimin Um’s breath hitches hard, her whole body shivering as the pleasure of the fingering crashes into her. Leah P. gasps, mouth open, eyes fluttering. Christine Fricke’s Germanic features flush deep red as she feels the lingering stretch of his fingers. Manuela De Paula’s hips roll involuntarily, a low Portuguese swear slipping out. Shilpa HM’s dark eyes fly wide, her braid swinging as her body reacts to the sudden wet, used feeling between her legs.
None of them understand what just happened. All they know is that their bodies are suddenly, intensely aroused and exposed in the middle of the meeting.
Jeffrey stays perfectly still, watching every reaction, cock still hard inside his pants.
Samantha Wagner is the first to try to speak, voice shaky. “I… I need a moment.” Her hands are still trying to cover her breasts, nipples peeking between her fingers. The other women are shifting in their chairs, skirts askew, panties twisted or gone, every one of them flushed and breathing hard, the lingering ghost of his hands and mouth still burning on their skin.
Jeffrey smiles to himself and keeps the device warm in his pocket, already planning the next pause.
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