"Liz, stop," I hissed, as she tried to lead me into the shareholder event on the first floor of our office building. "I can't go in there like this!"
"C'mon, Mike, no one's gonna know." She couldn't quite keep a straight face as she said it, though.
I turned away as a small group of people in fancy clothes walked past us to the coat check. When they were gone, I gestured pointedly to my crotch. She stifled a laugh. My thin dress pants did little to conceal my erection. It twitched eagerly, as if aware of Liz's attention.
"It's, uh," she hesitated. "It's not that noticeable."
"Come off it, if I walk in there like this I could get arrested."
"Oh please, no one's gonna call the cops." She nodded politely at another couple walking up to the coat check as I turned away again. "You might end up having to talk to HR but trust me, those girls know how to party," she laughed knowingly.
"I... That's not the point, Liz! We need to talk to the research team about the pill!"
"They went home already. Besides, they said not to worry unless it lasts over eight hours."
"It's been seven!"
"Which is
less
than eight."
"Can't we go back upstairs to your office and take care of this?"
"We 'took care of it' three times already!" She sighed. "...Look, I bought this dress special for tonight." She gestured at the slinky red backless gown. She looked phenomenal and knew it. "Cheryl's expecting me to make the rounds and talk to board members. I'm not gonna mess up my hair or makeup just to make you cum again."
"Fine, then I'll go take care of it."
"No, no, take a breath. The research team was clear. We could do it a couple times, but then we were supposed to find out how long it lasted. You're freaking out about nothing. This can't be the first time you've had a boner in public. Just, you know, cover it up."
"I'm telling you, I can't go in there, Liz!"
"Ugh, fine." She looked around and spotted the door to the coat check room. "Okay, come in here."
She opened the door and pulled me in. The room was divided in two by a partial wall. On one side were several rolling wardrobe carts, shelves of cubbies, and a folding chair. On the other side was the coat check counter. A young blonde woman in a black dress shot us a curious look.
"Hi Kara, thanks again for working the coat check tonight. This is Mike, he's having a bit of a panic attack, so he's gonna chill here while I go in, okay?" Kara nodded and turned her attention to a couple who had just walked up to hand her their jackets.
"Mike, that's Kara. She's the new front-desk girl. You just sit here and be calm. I bet once you get your mind off it, things will settle down and you can come to join me at the party. If not, I'll be back to get you in a little while. Then I promise I'll take you upstairs and it'll be worth the wait, okay?"
I nodded, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and bustled out the door, greeting several people by name on her way into the event.
Over the next fifteen minutes, Kara hustled back and forth, hanging up coats and jackets, and handing claim tickets to partygoers. Eventually, the flow of guests slowed and stopped. Kara pulled her stool over to sit next to me and regarded me curiously.
"Panic attack, eh?"
"It's not a panic attack," I responded a bit too forcefully.
"Alright," she said, shrugging. "So, why are you hiding from your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend, she's my boss, and I'm not hiding, I just can't go in there."
"Why not?"
Exasperated, I pulled my hands away, so she could see the large tent in my pants, which had not settled down even a little.
"Oh!" She grinned. "I see the problem. Does, uh, does this happen often?"
"No, I... look, you know what the company makes, right?"
"Yeah, I'm aware," she rolled her eyes. "It's only the most famous sex toy company in the world."
"Right. But they've also got an R&D department, including a pharmaceutical team."
"Huh. I never heard of that."
"Most people haven't. They license stuff out or produce it through holding companies."
"Okay, so I guess you took some kind of new boner pill?"
"Not exactly. My boss, Liz, convinced me to take a pill designed to reduce the male refractory period."
"So you can do it again after finishing?"
I nodded. "Liz told me this pill was practically ready for the market, and it would let me go several times in a row."
She laughed. "You make it sound like a work assignment."
"It kinda is?" I shrugged. "It's a long story. I'm the assistant for the two women who run the company. This kinda stuff comes with the position."
"So... you're hooking up with Liz?"
I nodded.
"And Ms. Sandstrom?"
I nodded again.
"Cheryl Sandstrom, the CEO of the company, and Elizabeth Holman, her second in command, are both fucking their shared assistant?"
"Yup."
"That's hot," she said.
"Look, I dunno if I'm supposed to be telling anyone that. I'm kinda distracted right now. The point is, Liz had me try this pill, and it works. We did it three times in a row. Then Liz wanted to see how long it would last, I've been hard ever since, and I'm kinda going crazy."
"Why don't you just jerk off?"
"Liz told me not to. She said it's important."
"Ohhh," she nodded knowingly. "I get it."
"What?" I said. "What's to get?"
"She's your mistress. You have to do what she says. This is a control game."
"What?" I scoffed. "No, it's not like that."
"It