Chapter 2
Cindy's world was turned upside down as the vibrator tucked between her thighs roared to life. She sat bolt upright in her seat and gripped her desk with both hands while scanning the reception area for people. Luckily, there weren't any around to hear her tortured "Ahh-hhhh!" as the vibe activated. Despite the shock, she couldn't deny what the vibrations did to her body. She closed her eyes briefly and took a centering breath in an attempt to calm herself down, but she already could feel a flush in her cheeks spreading out to her ears. Without the material of her panties, she could hear the somewhat high-pitched vibrations emanating from her pussy. "Fuck..." she breathed, squishing her thighs together to muffle the sound. The vibe shifted under the pressure, finding a cozy home right up against her clit. She knew her nipples were definitely showing through the thin fabric of her button-down, but it was either that or loudly announce to the world that she was getting off at her workstation! The receptionist barely had any time to register the sound of footsteps coming from the elevator, and was a mixture of mortified and relieved to see Lydia rounding the corner to the entryway to the executive suites. There were six or seven empty receptionist desks in the hallway that split off in a T intersection to the suites off to her left. She was the closest desk to that intersection, with Lydia's office at the end of the T to the left.
Lydia paused at the desk while Cindy tried to stammer out some sort of rebuke to the vibrations rocking her body--how did something so small get so powerful anyhow? And Cindy's growing sense of dread was drowned out by immediate pleasure as the executive ratcheted up the power before stalking off to her office. Cindy held her breath to stop the moan boiling up through her body from escaping, and only released it when Lydia had passed by. A hand snaked up under the pleats of her skirt--the same one she wore yesterday--as she sought to calm the toy, or do anything about what was going on. A large part of her brain said to rip the toy out and throw it at Lydia, to quit in dramatic and spectacular fashion, but before long she realized that wasn't going to happen. She had put a hand over her already slick pussy, driving her palm into the toy and smashing her fingers against her lips. She was enjoying this. Cindy didn't have time to understand the implications of all she felt, and what she did was simply think that it was a response to the sex toy and not at all the situation in which she found herself. After longer than she would ever admit, the receptionist withdrew her hand from under her skirt and stared at its sheen under the cold fluorescent light. "I -- need to get some work done." She said as she looked for something to clean herself off with." She steadfastly ignored the warm trickle that she felt growing down her thigh.
One thing that Cindy did realize is that she had to get Lydia to turn this thing off, and quickly. While they were still a good half hour before the workday began, people would begin flowing into the office soon, and after that customers, salespeople, and other visitors would fill the waiting area. She was already internalizing that she was going to keep the vibrator in place, and now she was thinking of strategies to mask the sound it would make. The thought of having to talk to anyone while Lydia's toy buzzed away sent a shudder down her spine. She blinked away the thought and printed out a series of emails and messages for her boss. She stood while grabbing the papers and nearly fell immediately as the toy shifted deeper into her sex. The vibrations felt like they were moving through the bones of her hips and the unmitigated pleasure settled deep in her body. "Fuuuuu--ohhhhmygod." She moaned out loud, once again grateful that she was instructed to show up early with her boss. The receptionist took a few small, unsteady, steps as she tried to figure out how to walk without looking like she had a vibrator working in her juicy, nearly dripping wet, pussy.
An unsteady knock at the door caused Lydia to look up from her phone, grinning from ear to ear as she called out in a too-sweet singsong, "Come in!" Cindy pushed the door open and quickly shut it behind her, leaning back against it as Lydia cranked the vibe up another notch.
"Please!" Cindy cried, not sure how much more she could take before she came.
Lydia tilted her head, "Please?"
"You have to--" Cindy didn't get the rest of her sentence out.
"Come. Here." Lydia demanded, pointing at her desk.
Cindy didn't get the memo, at least not this one and stared at her boss. Had she just commanded her to cum? The thought ricocheted around in her skull, amplified by the vibrator, and she knew that it didn't matter if she had or not. That's what she heard, and the way that she had said it touched something deep within her. Something she didn't even know she had. She arched her back against the door and dropped the papers as she pushed back against it to maintain her balance. Cum. Here. Cum. Here. Cum. Here. Lydia's command filled her brain, and the only thing she could think of was how fucking good this vibe was. How great it made her feel. Her knees buckled, but she managed to stay on her feet as her orgasm plowed into her. She suddenly didn't care about how loud she was, moaning a wordless plea as her muscles tensed with the intensity of her orgasm. The pleasure radiated up from her pussy, down her thighs and up her chest at the same time. She curled her toes in her sensible shoes. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open as she shamelessly came for her boss. It didn't matter if she was a lesbian or not, it was the vibrator doing all of this. The person at the other end of the device could be from the moon and it would have the same effect on her!
Lydia blinked as the receptionist lost it right at the threshold to her office, glad as well that there would be nobody else in at this hour. That could have gone poorly. But secure in the knowledge that they were alone, her grin only widened. She pushed the toy up to the maximum as her receptionist came, holding it there for agonizing seconds that felt like minutes before letting her conquest back down to Earth. The other woman's scent filled the area, and she felt a shiver of excitement across her suddenly wet pussy as she watched the show from afar. What a winner. She had only meant for the woman to put her papers down on her desk so she could get properly close, but this was beyond what she dreamed. The power she had flooded her mind and she didn't stop to think about the ways in which she wanted this to go. While she had a plan to begin with, it was thrown away in the sounds of her receptionist cumming at her command.
After the executive determined Cindy had had enough, she drug her finger back down her phone screen and returned the vibrator to idle. In the absence of her receptionist's orgasm a cool silence descended on her office. Lydia held Cindy's wild gaze before repeating her command. "Come here!" Pointing once more to the corner of her desk. Cindy paused for a moment before looking at the mess of papers at her feet and bent over to collect them. Lydia repeated, louder, "Come here!" Cindy's head snapped up, and she stood upright before stepping over the mess and striding to the other woman's desk.
"But, I--"
"When I say something, I want you to do it." The truth of the matter was that Lydia already read her emails and her memos and her schedule. It was the 21st century, and she had a computer, and she knew how to use it. There would be times when having someone coordinate all of that would be useful, but at the start of the week in the slow season, she was more than capable of handling it herself. The executive again just wanted Cindy to obey.
Cindy stopped at the corner of her desk where Lydia had been pointing, and did her best attempt to glare down at her boss. She was met with the other woman's steely gaze, and without thinking she started to see how interesting the executive's desk was. Looking anywhere but back at the cold blue eyes that were, she was sure, eyefucking her.
"Good girl." Lydia began, grin still plastered on her face. "Now let me guess, you're going to beg me not to use this when the day begins?" She accentuated her question by giving the vibe a quick pulse.
"YES!" Cindy moaned, leaning against the desk to steady herself. "Please, I can't, it's loud, you can't!" The words weren't making a lot of sense, but the poor receptionist was still reeling from the unexpected power of the orgasm her boss had given her. "I'm not, you have to let me work!"
Lydia leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking somewhat as her weight shifted. "You're not? Not what?"
"Lesbian!" Cindy's voice had gotten somewhat under control, and her rational mind was reasserting itself over her baser instincts.
