I
The alarm clock activated. 6 A.M. sharp. Cheery melody filled the room while the automation opened the curtains. Slowly, they moved upwards, letting the sunlight in to the large room, with modern design. The large wall consisting of massive glass panels pointed towards the ocean. Endless blue. Direct view to the serenity while surrounded by a dense forest.
Ashlynn bounced up from her bed. With a gentle tap, she turned the noisemaker off. With long struts she walked through the room, taking in the sight from the large windows as she passed them by. She brought her hands up above her head and stretched as she walked. She pressed a button placed on a rim of the glass which made one of the panels move to the side. Before walking out to the balcony right outside, she made a detour to a drawer that was placed against a solid wall on the other side of the room. She pulled out a pink vibrator with a length and girth of a large cock out of it. She ran her tongue across her upper lip.
Ashlynn walked out to the warm summer air. She sat on a wooden chair in the balcony, pulled her grey Calvin Clein panties aside and pressed the vibe against her clit. The moment she turned the vibe on, her body shook. The anticipation had grown unbearable, so just a little touch was able to make her eyes roll. She pulled her matching color and brand bra upwards, letting her large breasts dangle free. Her tits were firm, way firmer than a natural pair could ever be. Once the genetics had dealt her a mere A-cups, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She got DD-cup implants before she even turned 18. The decision also made going to gym easier. Not because of the size, but because she was able to aim for a really low body fat percentage without sacrificing her boobs.
Her firm, toned abs were visible to whoever wanted to see. In the middle of nowhere, it wasn't many. Mainly birds and other forest creatures.
She ran her finger across her breast, gasping as she felt the hard nub.
Masturbation was a ritual to her, like many other things. There were people who lived one day at a time, allowing the life to throw them around and adapting to whatever was thrown in front of them. Ashlynn Erickson was different, however. She followed a pre-made schedule as closely as she could. It was also a borderline requirement because of how busy she was.
Masturbation, like other acts, were written down in her calendar. Every morning, at 6.05 A.M. she would fuck herself until she reached an orgasm, followed by a shower at 6.10 A.M.
This morning was no different. The clock turned 6.08 A.M. when she came, pulsating around the vibrator she had pushed into her wet cunt. A low growl escaped her lips as her body tensed, before letting go, causing her to fall limp on the chair, leaving her to catch her breath.
"Holy shit...", she gasped as the waves still fucked her gently.
At 6.09 A.M., her orgasm subsided, leaving her a full 60 seconds to enjoy the view.
II
"Here you go ma'am, the latest number."
A woman dressed into a collared shirt, short skirt and a suit jacket placed a magazine on the desk. Ashlynn moved her gaze to it lazily after a few second delay.
"Jessamine's shoot still isn't out yet?"
"I'm sorry ma'am... they said her article is going to be in the next month's issue."
Ashlynn giggled. "Article? I don't give a fuck about that. I just want to see what her tits look like after her boobjob."
The brunette secretary smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Then you'll be happy to know that one of your former classmates are in this month's issue."
Ashlynn's eyes grew wide, and she stared at her secretary in awe with her emerald eyes.
"Who?"
"Iris. Nowadays rocking a long, blue hair."
"No way..."
Ashlynn quickly flipped through the pages, eventually finding the aforementioned blue hair.
"What the fuck... from a 4/10 to a solid fucking 11. She's gorgeous!"
"I know. The fake tits help a lot."
"True, she was always a bit skinny."
The secretary waited patiently for a moment, before speaking.
"If you don't need me, ma'am, I will---"
"Wait, about your hours."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You haven't masturbated that much lately. Even our interns do it more than you. You used to be our top girl."
The secretary scratched her neck nervously. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I've been busy."
"Excuse not approved. Pump up those numbers. You know how it is here. I want all of our women to masturbate as much as they can."