Molly sat down gingerly in her office chair. Nothing was hurt but the four inch long by one inch in diameter, metal butt plug in her ass gave her jolts of pleasure if she moved too fast or sat down wrong. Normally the pleasure wasn't a problem but today wasn't normal by a long shot. Meetings were being called where and when no meetings had ever been called before and people were scurrying everywhere.
Of course, it had to happen on a Friday. Friday was Molly's special day to wear her butt plug. Nothing ever happened on Fridays. She took care of her weekly paperwork and made sure everything was ready for Monday for both herself and her boss. After that, it was just wait for the clock to tick down. When it did, she was free to go home for two whole days or to hit the bars and clubs for whatever action she could find.
All the big bosses were in, which was highly unusual for any day, much less Friday. Molly whimpered softly as she realized she was rocking back and forth slowly. The three quarter inch button was rubbing between her butt cheeks and pressing on the sensitive ring of her anus. The main body of the butt plug was rocking and rubbing inside her asshole.
She had about decided to go to the restroom and remove it when her boss and two of the big bosses walked into the office. George, her boss, stopped in front of her desk as the other two men went on into the inner office. As the door closed, George sighed and shook his head as he looked down at Molly. "The shit is hitting the fan everywhere," he whispered and then sighed again.
"What is the problem?" Molly asked.
George grinned. "If I told you that, I would have to kill you and myself."
"Should I dust my resume off?"
"Probably and mine also," he replied before he turned toward his office door. He took several steps and then stopped. Looking back at Molly, he said, "See what you can dig up on a company called Island Realties. It's out of Miami, I think."
"For you or for you and the other two gentlemen?"
"Just for me right now. Send the info to my tablet when you learn anything, anything at all." With that said, he headed for his office.
Molly shifted in her chair and shivered as the butt plug moved in her ass. Again, she considered going to the restroom. There were far too many people around for her to be comfortable and far too much going on. One of the big bosses came out of the inner office, crossed the room with a nod to her, and went out the main door.
With a deep breath, Molly opened her browser and typed in "Island Realties, Miami." Then she was too busy reading and cross-referencing to even think about the butt plug. Clothing optional businesses and communities seemed to be their stock and trade. There was also a line of clothing optional resorts all across the Caribbean and Central America.
She made notes and copied links. Twenty minutes in and George had all the information she had.
Ten minutes later, her intercom from George's office buzzed. "Yes, sir," Molly said into the handset.
"Dump everything you have so far onto my computer and coming in here," George said sharply.
"Yes, sir," Molly replied. She transferred everything from her desktop computer to his. She was worried about her job now. George was edgy and not at all like his normal self. That wasn't good.
*****
As she entered George's office, the big boss frowned and looked a George. "The fewer people who know anything, the better."
"Clint, Molly is my right hand. You want information and she's the woman for the job." George shot back. Looking at Molly he said, "Come show me where you got what you have."
She walked around behind his desk and leaned over to pull up four websites. The first was the website for the company, Island Reality. The second two were local communities where they sold homes. The last one was for the resort business.
George leaned closer to the screen and went through all four as Molly stepped back. By the time he was finished, he was grinning. Looking at his boss, he shook his head. "Mystery solved. Clothing optional housing developments, nude resorts, and geeks are a powder keg just waiting for a match."
Clint frowned. "Five of our best programmers are gone and you're smiling?"
George shook his head. "The economy around here is slow at best right now. We pay our people well, so whom else are they going to sell too. I'll bet the sales staff are young and curvy and don't mind showing properties in the... uh... buff."
Clint stood up and then sat back down. He shook his head and with a glance at Molly said, "Yeah but selling a house to someone is one thing but making them not show up for work for weeks if not months, is another thing."
George laughed. "You put naked women, live naked women, in front of geeks and all brain activity stops. They are mesmerized. Time means nothing. Having to be at work does not compute."
"How about Helen Schunt?" Clint asked quickly. "She's a girl, so...."
Molly chuckled. "She is a woman but she's also one of the guys." When Clint looked at her funny, she added, "She's a lesbian."
Clint shook his head and frowned as he looked at George. "So how do we get our people back?"
"I guess we find out where they bought houses and go visit them."
"And?"
"Try and talk them into coming back to work," George replied and then looked up at Molly. He slid a paper in her direction. "See if you can find out if all five of these people bought a house from Island Reality and the addresses."
Molly nodded, picked up the paper and headed for her office. As she opened the door, Clint said, "No one and I mean no one needs to know those people are missing. Without them, we don't have a company and you don't have a job. None of us do."
Molly nodded and looked at George. When he nodded, she looked at Clint and said, "I'll find them."
*****
Finding three of the five names wasn't a problem. All three of them had bought homes from Island Reality in the last two months. A couple of quick questions to the secretary over in research and development gave Molly an idea where the other two were.
About the time she stood up to take the information to George, his office door opened and he and the big boss entered her office.
"Any luck?" George asked.
"Helen Schunt, Larry Higgins, and Darrel Morris bought houses. I have their new addresses. According to the secretary in R&D, Tommy Ling was a best friend with Larry Higgins and Eugene Tang was a roommate with Darrel Morris. I would assume they moved when their friends did."
"Great," Clint said with a big smile. "I'll grab Charles and we'll head over there to talk to them after lunch."
"No offense but how well do you know these guys?" Molly asked with a glance at George.
"They work for us but I don't think I've met any of them personally," Clint replied.
"I know three of them and by geek standards they are almost as weird as my brother and that is out there," Molly said with a grin. "They may work for you but in their minds, the big bosses showing up will scare the heck out of them. Not being at work will flash across their minds and they will become defensive among other things."
"She's right," George said.
Clint looked at George and then at Molly. After a moment, he said, "You have more experience with these people so you two can handle it. Just remember, I want them all back here bright and early Monday morning. No exceptions and no excuses."
"Uh, yes sir," George said with a glance at Molly.
Clint nodded and headed for the door. He paused at the door and said, "We need these guys back in the worse way."
*****
With Clint gone, George sighed and looked at Molly. "I didn't mean to get you involved in this."
Molly chuckled. "We'll either be heroes or zeros."
George nodded. "Got any ideas? I know these guys slightly but...."
"I've dealt with my brother all my life so I have some idea of who we're dealing with but I think our first stop is R&D to get some inside information."
"You lead and I'll follow," George said and then grinned. "Anyway, it's Friday and I always like following you on Friday."
Molly's eyes got big for a second and then she arched an eyebrow and looked at her boss sharply. "Say what?"
"Uh... maybe I shouldn't have said that but what the hell, we might not be working here come Monday. I like the tight skirts you wear on Fridays."
Molly grinned and then chuckled as she headed for the door. "They save time going home after work."
"Ah, an early start to the evening."
Molly glanced over her shoulder at her boss. He was as single as she was. "You don't go out?"
"Very seldom anymore. I kind of burned out on the club scene a while back. Too much cost on the amount of return."
"That's kind of cynical," Molly said as she stopped at the elevator and pressed the down button.
"You haven't met some of the women I dated back when," he replied with a grin.
Molly nodded. "I can visualize believe me. Nine out of ten guys I meet are off the list within five minutes."
George chuckled. "That's where I went wrong. I didn't make a list."
The elevator doors opened as Molly whispered, "Maybe I make too many lists."
In the elevator, George sighed and shook his head. "There's got to be one crazy lady out there for me somewhere."
Molly was standing slightly behind her boss. She grinned as she shifted her hips to one side and then back to the center quickly. The butt plug moved in her ass sharply as she did. "How crazy does she have to be?" She asked a moment later.
George looked around at his secretary and chuckled. "Maybe crazy wasn't the right word."
"What other word then?"
George looked thoughtful for a second. "Spontaneous, outgoing, fun but not.... Well... crazy in a bad way."
"In other words, no head problems. Good luck with that. I end up with the game players or the ones who think they are players period."
George sighed. "I know the type. They make it hard on all of us guys who are too shy to make quick moves. By the time we make up our minds, get our courage up, they've done pissed off all the nice girls."
Molly chuckled. "Even the not so nice girls."
George gave her a questioning look. Molly shook her head. "It takes all kinds to make a world."
"Yeah. I'm finding that out about our lost nerds."
The elevator stopped in the basement and the doors opened. As she exited the elevator, Molly said, "They're not lost. They know exactly where they are and are probably having the times of their lives."
George followed Molly and asked, "So, if that is the case, how do we get them back?"
"Very gently," Molly whispered as she walked over to the reception desk for the floor.
The young woman behind the desk smiled at Molly and frowned in George's direction. "I... I don't know where they are." She blurted out quickly.
Molly smiled, looked at the nameplate on the desk, and leaned forward. "Susan, it's alright. We know where they are," she said softly.
The young woman sighed and looked relieved. "That's good news."
"How well do you know the four of them?" Molly asked.
Susan looked at George and then quickly back at Molly. "Pretty well."
Molly straightened up and looked at George. "Why don't you head back up to the lobby and let us have some girl talk."
George looked at Susan quickly and then looked at Molly. "Uh... yeah, okay. I'll be upstairs," he said as he walked over to the elevator and hit the button.
Molly turned to Susan and winked. "Is there coffee or anything down here?"
Susan got up from her desk. "With the bunch we have down here there better be or no work gets done at all. Most of these people are caffeine powered."
Molly followed Susan down a hall. She noticed that the young woman took short steps for the lengths of her legs. She smiled as they turned into a small room with a few tables along one wall and several refrigerators and a coffee machine along the other. One refrigerator was marked caffeine and the other regular.
