The Monday after the Lonavala offsite felt surreal to Priya. She walked into the Nexlify office building wearing a tight maroon blouse that accentuated her full breasts and a black pencil skirt that clung to her hips. Underneath, she was bare as usual. Her body still carried faint marks from the relentless three-day gangbang — light bruises on her thighs, bite marks on her neck that she had tried to cover with makeup, and a constant dull ache in her pussy and ass.

She was no longer the nervous new joiner. She was now the company’s official stress relief slut, and almost everyone in the senior leadership knew it.