Monday morning, Ellie woke up horny. She was so excited about the prospect of hearing from Ed -- the man who groped her on the subway; then sent her to his female assistant for a sexual interview; a man she'd never met -- that she could barely concentrate. Luckily, she'd put together today's outfit the night before, so she didn't have to think about what to wear.
In the shower, she made herself cum twice while thinking about the previous Friday, and her interview with Kara. She knew she could've cum at least two more times, but forced herself to get out, dry off, and get dressed. She stepped into her black lace thong, then pulled on black cotton leggings, and topped it with a short -- as Ed had directed -- dark gray skirt.
Above, Ellie went without a bra and wore a light-weight, white button-up shirt which allowed her areolas to show through. The fabric rubbing against her nipples would keep them hard all day. She covered this with a suit jacket which matched her skirt. She knew she wouldn't be able to remove the jacket while at work, but didn't care. She added black, patent leather ankle boots to complete the outfit.
Right before leaving her apartment, Ellie fulfilled the second of Ed's wishes by inserting the butt plug he'd sent her. Doing so aroused her even more. She briefly considered masturbating again, but knew she had to leave soon in order to catch her train. After adjusting her clothing, she checked her reflection in a full-length mirror, then dropped a small bottle of lube in her bag.
The trip to work was torture. Each bump and shake of the subway car made her clench her cheeks -- afraid the plug would somehow fall out. She wondered if Ed -- who obviously knew which train she rode -- was in the car, watching her right now. This thought heightened her excitement. Reaching her stop, she exited the car, and -- still concerned about the toy in her ass -- walked much slower than her normal pace.
Arriving at the office, she took her seat -- gingerly. Sitting down shifted the plug, pushing it deeper. Ellie stiffened at the sensation. Her head swiveled left and right as she looked to see if anyone had noticed. She took a few moments to adjust to the feeling; then tried to focus on work.
One overriding thought dominated her mind: when will Ed contact her? Each time she checked the clock, she grew more and more frustrated. And, it seemed she couldn't move half an inch in any direction without disturbing the plug. Her pussy was wet the entire day.
Late in the afternoon, her co-workers began leaving. The office was almost empty when the phone on her desk rang. She picked it up expecting a client.
"Eleanor Downing," she answered.
"Ms. Downing," a woman's voice said, "could you please come to the Executive Conference Room?"
"Of course," Ellie replied, barely finishing the second word before the line clicked off.
She looked toward the glass walls of the conference room. The lights were on, but all the vertical blinds were closed. Ellie saved her work, locked her computer, and -- wondering what this could be about -- made her way toward the glass.
Ellie opened the door and stepped inside. At the far end of a large, rectangular, polished wood table, sat her boss; the only surviving partner of Bartleby & Partners -- Mr. Frawley. 46 years old; he was the son of one of the original partners in the firm, and was now the sole owner.
It was her first time here. Frawley -- his athletic build clad in a charcoal gray suit whose cost would probably cover three months of her Manhattan apartment's rent -- waved her in. As she approached the table, a woman walked in from one of two adjoining offices.
Dressed in a white button-up top, a black Pencil skirt, black stockings, and four inch heels, she seemed familiar. Her hair, like Ellie's, was pulled up in a bun at the back of her head. She turned to look at Ellie, and Ellie realized it was Kara. Suddenly, Ellie's brain connected several dots: Mr. Frawley. Mr. Edward Frawley. Ed! And, Kara; his "special assistant."
"You...," Ellie stammered, "you... can't be him."
"I am," Edward assured her.
"Bullshit," Ellie spat.
"You could try calling the phone number your friend gave you," Edward suggested.
Ellie hesitated, looking over at Kara.
"You already know Ms. Rose, I believe," Edward taunted. "Intimately."
"This can't be," Ellie groused.
"Go on," Edward insisted. "Call."
Taking her phone from her pocket, Ellie scrolled through her contacts, and pressed send. A moment later, ringtones emanated from the inside breast pocket of Edward's suit jacket. Smugly, he removed it, and turned it to face Ellie. The caller ID read "Subway slut."
"Jesus Christ," Ellie blurted, rolling her eyes.
She turned to leave.
"Please, have a seat; Ellie," Edward invited.
"I should really go clean out my desk," she sniffed.
"Why would you do that?" Edward asked.
"To leave here forever," she proclaimed.
"Why?" Edward inquired.
"Because this is beyond fucked up," Ellie fumed, spinning around to face them.
"Well...," Edward began.
"You...," Ellie interrupted. "You molested me! And, tricked me!"
"You are extremely adventurous sexually," Edward opined. "That's a quality we're looking for."
"A quality?" Ellie echoed.
"What else was she, Kara?" Edward prompted.
"Enthusiastic. Skilled. A hard worker. A team player," Kara listed things she'd mentioned the previous Friday night, when Ellie'd made her cum several times. "And, she likes to take the initiative."
"You two are fucking nuts," Ellie howled.
"No," Edward scoffed, flatly. "Perverted, yes. But, not crazy."
Kara smiled and nodded at his statement.
"This isn't 50 shades of whatever-the-fuck!" Ellie shouted.
"Why don't you sit down, and we can talk about a promotion," Edward proposed.
"A promotion?" Ellie questioned, sarcastically.
"Please," Edward said, waving his hand at the chair closest to him.
Ellie weighed the situation in her mind, then walked toward Edward and took a seat. She glared at Kara.
"Your next sentence better include a very large number," Ellie warned. "As in, you'll be getting a very large raise to keep you from going directly to Human Resources."
"You've enjoyed every moment of the things we've done to you so far," Edward chuckled.
"So far?" Ellie grumbled.
"And, you can stop this ridiculous charade about being a victim," Edward lectured. "You willingly spread your legs on the subway. You wanted me to make you cum in public -- around all those people -- because it turned you on."
Ellie deflated slightly; knowing this to be true.
"Not only does the promotion -- if you accept it, and its requirements -- come with a significant raise, but also an apartment paid for by the company."
Ellie's head tilted to the side as she tried to process this.
