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.
The presentation goes well, considering that it's my first real time as a speaker, there are moments where I got confused, a few things that I forgot to say, and I am almost interrupted at the end because I was too long. Overall, I'm quite satisfied with my performance, but as expected, nobody is convinced by the new collection. I was defending it, but I was not really believing in it. But I still had a fair share of questions that I will spare you. One thing I noticed was Pierrick taking his phone out of his pocket by the end of my speech, and I know that it is not just to read his e-mails. A few minutes later, as I was about to answer a question for which I had no answer, I feel a vibration in the lower part of my belly. The pleasure is immediate, as is the stress, since I have to remain calm and professional. Pierrick looks at me and he really listens to my answers. In fact, every time I give an incorrect or incomplete answer, I get a nasty strong shaking, but when I answer well, I am rewarded with a smooth and gentle vibration. But if I'm being honest, the good answers are not very frequent, and I know that it is not because of Pierrick's interventions, but purely because I was not prepared enough.
More and more questions are thrown at me, I feel like I'm being interrogated for hours, and the battery of that egg seems immortal. And the stronger the pulsations, the harder it is to think and to give a good answer. Pierrick is clearly playing with me, leaving me on the edge, he does not want me to squirt in front of everyone, but he seems to notice when I move forward to the presentation stand. At this moment I was actually starting to feel drops sliding along my thighs, accumulating behind my knees before quickly ending their descent on my ankles. I don't want anyone to see my vaginal secretions leaking from below my skirt, so I tighten my legs, I squeeze my buttocks muscles, I take deep breaths and I pray for the best.
When the meeting is finally over, I pretend that I am still taking notes, so I would be the last to exit the room. I'm afraid that people would notice a big stain of wetness on my butt. When it feels safe, I run towards the nearest toilet to remove my sex-toy and furiously masturbate. A ding signals me a text from Pierrick, he congratulates me for my presentation, and sends me a picture of his pants, revealing a bulge. The picture seems to have been taken during my presentation! Another picture taken from his office shows me his underwear with a stain of pre-cum on it. In my arousal, I feel the need to make an appropriate response, so I undress entirely and put the wet egg in my mouth, sucking it like a baby would suck mommy's nipple, and I take a picture of me and my drenched pussy, opened by two of my fingers. My nipples are proudly pointing upward and my face shows that I just had one of the strongest orgasms ever.
As I put my clothes back on, I realize that my panty is just too humid to be used again. It will join its sisters as an offering to my favorite director, and I decide to include my bra as well. I step out of the toilet with my underwear in my hand, hoping that I would not see anyone. Unfortunately, Pierrick is not alone in his office and I can't return to my office with my hands full. I choose to hide them behind the water fountain as well as I could, and I send a text to Pierrick to let him know that he will find a gift there. Later at my desk, I receive a picture from Pierrick who is in another meeting but he appears to be wearing my bra underneath his shirt. I deeply appreciate that he is taking that risk for me!
A few weeks go by, and we are now at the end of the year, about to celebrate Christmas at the company. Like many companies, a game of Secret Santa has been organized, and I am lucky because I have to offer a gift to Daphné, a woman working in the same room as me. I know her well enough to know that a selection of essential oils will make her very happy. And I'm even more lucky because it's Pierrick who has to make me a gift. And what a gift! A nice box of chocolates with two layers of chocolates. Knowing where it comes from, I have the feeling that I should not open the box in front of my colleagues, he must have put a surprise inside. As soon as I get an excuse to get back to my desk, I make sure that I'm all alone to open the box, and I find myself at the same time surprised and not surprised to find that Pierrick has removed a few chocolates and placed instead a very nice anal plug, with some sort of jewelry at its extremity.
