After a first month working in a publishing company, I finally start to feel more capable to handle the tasks I'm given. As a new employee with no experience what-so-ever, the tasks are all very elementary, unimportant, basically the boring things that nobody else wants to do. They say that it will make me learn something, but surprisingly it's the opposite that is happening, and I find myself struggling more and more to find the motivation to do what I'm told. Working in the publishing business still attracts me very much, and I still believe that I'll have opportunities within a year or two, I just have to keep working hard.
But at this moment, the only opportunities I see are the epicurean ones, and for that I need no motivation at all. The motivation would rather be to stop me from leaning into my naughty pleasures. My main source of naughty opportunities is called Pierrick, he is the editorial director of the company, which makes of him one of most important people here. He is often away for work but when we meet, usually just crossing each other in the hallways, we often find something exciting to do. From a simple lift or my skirt when nobody is looking at me, to using an open door at pole-dance bar to scratch my crotch on it. On his side, it is more difficult but he often has one of my panties in his pocket and sometimes he manages to take it out and smell its perfume. And sometimes, he manages to plant a tissue full of his sperm in one of my pockets.
We even made our own little game, when one of us uses the word "obscene" in public, with the presence of the other, that other is challenged to do something. Obviously, he plays the game more than me, but it's also because I prefer to be the exhibitionist than the voyeur, so everybody is happy. For instance, he came to my office once, and with his most relaxed tone he asked to everyone about the obscene things we were doing here. I work in an open space and the question was not targeted at me, but I knew what I had to do, and I had to do it discreetly. Pierrick was getting all the attention, but not enough to make me feel like I could take off my panty. So, I took the scissors on my desk and made a cut on each side, before swiftly removing the piece of fabric. And since I had a big envelope that I had for him, I put the remains of my panty in the envelope and gave it to him in front of all my colleagues, who had no idea what just happened here.
The panty game quickly became one of our favorites, it makes me surpass myself every time. When I find myself alone in the elevator with Pierrick, I take off my panty. In the parking lot, hidden between two cars, I take off my panty. At the company restaurant when Pierrick drops a glass to get the attention, I take off my panty. The first step is always the same and I love it, but the second part is the most difficult, giving the panty to my accomplice. He is often with other people, sometimes authors we are publishing, Pierrick has to be impeccable in front of them. In that case, I try to slip the fabric in one of his pockets, or I drop it in his mailbox at the reception of the building. And if we have a moment alone, I push the panty right in his trouser, if not in his mouth.
That game has proven to be quickly addictive, and in a few weeks Pierrick had at least a dozen of my panties. It goes without saying that my underwear budget had raised, and obviously I only give away the cheapest of my possessions. Pierrick never told me what he was doing with all these panties, he never offered to give them back, and I'm not expecting him to. I like to think that they are traveling in the land of kink and vice. But these games are still quite innocent, and apart from the risk of being seen, it is nothing but some excitement on the work place. Until the day I gave control of my egg to Pierrick.
At the beginning, I was only wearing it from time to time, but it was distracting me from my work so I could not keep it for a very long period of time. And I quickly put the egg back in my purse once I was free from my panty, which is something that could happen very early in the day. But autumn arrived, and temperatures dropped, the skirts became longer, heavier, the risk of people noticing the tail of the egg had completely disappeared. Through the app, Pierrick can see at every moment if the toy is turned on or off, vibrating or not. And when we see each other in a situation where we cannot do anything, he makes it up by making my vibrate.
I must say that I really like that little toy, it warms me well when the temperature is low. Now I have it inside me a lot more, sometimes for hours, even outside of work. And I even dare to use the strongest setting to see how long I can hold before bursting out of pleasure. I like to do it in the public transports, where nobody is noticing me, sometimes I have it with me at the gym or when I go shopping. It has become my daily companion, a very intimate companion who rarely sees the light of day.
Of course, there has been some accidents where I had orgasms that happened unexpectedly. Doing sports while masturbating is something terribly difficult, and the girl training next to me did not believe me at all when I tried to say I had a cramp. I like to think that she must have experienced it herself. Another time, it was the security of the mall where I was shopping, they thought I had hidden something under my skirt. They couldn't ask me to undress, but the vibrations were so strong that I confessed that the only thing I had in the store was an intense pleasure. I was so excited that I wanted to prove it to them, I lifted my skirt to show them my pussy, and I removed the egg, dripping with my tasty juices. I will never dare to go back to this mall again, you can't mix pleasure and discretion, sadly...
Let's move on a bit in time, we are now in early December and I have to make my first professional presentation to the team. It is a small project that was assigned to me, I had to do a market study for a potential new collection around philosophy, targeted at teenagers. It is obviously a collection that will never exist, we do not publish enough books on this topic, and you would not give an important project to the least experienced newcomer around. But for once it was a rather interesting job and I did try my best to prepare a good presentation of my conclusions. I have with me a pile of papers with all the details of the project, I have my speech in mind, my PowerPoint presentation on the computer, a laser pointer in my hand, and an egg in my vagina. The egg is a dare from Pierrick, and I know what is going to happen, but I'm still terrified about it. As if it wasn't enough, I have a dozen of people in front of me, waiting for me to impress them.
