Nadine, a twenty-seven-year-old woman with red hair and piercing green eyes, settled into her favorite booth at the local diner. The smell of coffee and bacon filled her nostrils as she placed her order with the grumpy waitress.

As a video game designer, she'd never had trouble focusing or maintaining her willpower. But lately, she'd found herself increasingly drawn to her phone, playing an addictive new game she'd discovered. She told herself it was just harmless fun, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than met the eye.

It started innocently. She'd lose a few games here and there, but never thought much of it. That was until she began to be a top winner each day. At first, it was just extra lives or power-ups, but as she soon got cash prizes for being on the app for so long.

As the weeks went by, Nadine found herself spending more and more time with the game. Her friends and co-workers grew concerned, often making jokes about her newfound addiction.

Finally, her luck ran out.

After ten weeks of some decent results but a few big wins, Nadine was the biggest loser of the week. For the first time, she caught a glimpse of the game's true nature.

The next time she logged in, the screen was black except for the following words, "The loser can not wear sweaters for this week." She thought nothing of it at first, assuming it was just another part of the game's odd sense of humor.

But when she pulled on a sweater the next day for work, she physically couldn't do it. Something in her mind also kept telling her not to do that, to choose something else to wear. Anything but a sweater.

A bit eerie, and definitely something to do with the game, Nadine thought.

The following week, Nadine, spooked about the game, found her concentration lacking in the weekly challenge, and she ended up as the biggest loser again.

This time around the screen immediately showed an utterly shocking instruction: "The loser must masturbate anywhere and everywhere for all this week."

Nadine's stomach sunk. She was a game designer, who had a 9-5 job. Should she call in sick for the week? Maybe it wasn't going to be that bad?

I'll see what it's like today and go from there, she thought. So far, as she drove to work, she didn't feel any masturbatory urges, so maybe the temptations wouldn't be that frequent, she rationalized.

Right when she set foot into her office, she knew she was in deep trouble. She became heated, imagining sexual fantasies she only saved for herself in her bed creeping up. She really wanted to have sex with something, anything.

Sitting at her desk was terrible. She kept shifting around wanting to rub her clit on a surface while typing. After touching herself beneath her desk, the feel of her brush-stroking against her underwear but not her actual skin was almost too much to handle. She went to the bathroom, went into a stall and fully pleasured herself into completion.

After her climax from the bathroom, she thought maybe she could get a break. But whatever was controlling her wasn't letting up. She had to pace around her office to keep her mind distracted from sex, but her fingers found themselves beneath her shirt, rubbing her nipples. Her eyes darted nervously around to make sure no one was watching.

The worst was yet to come.

She had a lunch meeting with her boss, who she always thought was attractive, but would never consider crossing the line with. Nadine was the utmost professional.

As they discussed her latest designs for an upcoming game in the cafe, she felt her body heat up and her nipples harden beneath her thin fabric. Her mind wandered, imagining what it would be like if she could have her boss's cock in her mouth, what he might do to her...

Before she knew it, he had paid the check, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest as they left the cafe.

"Are you okay, Nadine? Your face looks very red," her boss Sam said.

"I'm not feeling good, Sam. I think I'm sick," Nadine managed to spit out.

Sam put his hand against her forehead. "Hmm, it does feel like you're heating up. Good job on the designs, and feel free to take the rest of the day off of work if you're not feeling good."

The skin-to-skin contact unraveled her. With a strength and quickness she couldn't explain, she dragged Sam into an alleyway and pushed him against the wall, curling her fingers into his shirt. With one swift movement, she pulled his tie loose, wrapped it around her hand to use as a makeshift bondage restraint, and then began to grind herself against his leg.

She then moved his hand to palm her heat, looking up at him to see if he would continue on his own.

"Nadine, as your superior, this is extremely unprofessional and inappropriate," Sam stated calmly. "That said, it seems you haven't been yourself all today and seem sick, so I'll forgive this instance."

"Please Sam," Nadine pleaded. "I think the sickness I'm feeling has to do with being unable to relieve myself. Please help me," she pleaded with tears in her eyes. "You know this isn't usually me. I don't know why I'm feeling this way, and I think it's that game I've been playing - I think it's controlling my mind in some way and making me do things I don't. Please."

Sam looked closely at his crying employee. Nadine was always very earnest and trustworthy, not one to manipulate or lie in the three years he had worked with her. He looked around the alley, seeing there wasn't anyone else there.

"Okay," he agreed.

"Thank you so much," Nadine's tears dripped down her face, as she pushed more firmly into him.

"Oh God, you're so wet..." he murmured, his eyes wide with shock and desire.

Sam moved his hand lower, cupping her buttock. He angled her body, revealing her drenched panties, before pushing a finger inside her. Nadine cried out, arching her back as he penetrated her.

"Oh God, Sam," she cried, her hips bucking against his hand. He just chuckled darkly and started to thrust his finger in and out, finding her sweet spot as he gently palmed her breast.

"That's it, Nadine. Let it out. I know that's what you've needed all day." His other hand moved up, cupping the other breast and pinching the nipple roughly. Nadine moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure built up inside her.

She felt him add another finger, stretching her wider, faster. "Fuck, you're so tight!" he growled, his fingers finding her G-spot. "Do you want more?" He hovered his thumb over her entrance, but didn't push in yet.

She couldn't form words, only breathe heavily. Her head was spinning with need and desire. "Please," she managed to whisper, the word barely audible over the sound of her own heart pounding. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her tenderly.

"Anything for my hardworking and most talented employee," he murmured before pushing his thumb inside her, filling her completely. She screamed, her body tensing and convulsing around his hand as an intense orgasm ripped through her...