Employee Discipline

With a click of her trusty stapler, Delilah fastened another stack of documents together in one neat pile. By her count, that made the fourth set of paperwork she had gotten through today. Glancing at the clock, she took a rare moment to pause, considering whether she could fit another set in before she was due to go home. If she needed it, she could probably convince her manager to give her some overtime. Not for the pay, of course. That wasn't the important thing right now. Picking up the next stack, she briefly looked at the calendar pinned to the cubicle wall.

For the first time since she had been employed by Grandvale-Lilton, Delilah had been filled with a sense of purpose. The endless stream of documents and forms that had so often felt meaningless were finally paving the way towards something, or in this case, someone that mattered. It had been 30 days since Ms. Verity had promised her a reward if she was the most productive member of her office for the month, and she had been utterly determined that she would get it.

Just as she was about to resume working, the phone on Delilah's desk rang. She hadn't ever been sure it even worked - It was an old, corded telephone, not the sort that many people brought these days, and she had never really had to use it. It wasn't like anyone had much reason to call a specific cubicle on floor 3 anyway. She answered with an inquisitive, "Hello?"

"Hiii, this is Cherry from the Employee Discipline department," a cheerful voice rang out. "Is this Miss Tilly? Don't worry, you're not in trouble!" She added. Delilah imagined that a call from the department was rarely good news.

"Oh, hi! Yes, it's me. We met. Last month. Uh, sort of. Briefly." Delilah recalled their trip in the elevator together after her last meeting with Ms. Verity, squirming a little at the memory. "Did you need something?"

"Don't worry, I remember!" Cherry replied in a singsong tone. "I have a note here saying that Ms. Verity made a little promise to you last month. She's had me look at your records and she's

very

impressed. She said, 'Oh, what a delightfully good little worker bee she is!', or something like that." Cherry's attempt at an English accent was, quite honestly, terrible, but it made Delilah smirk a little.

"Yeah, that sounds like her alright. Almost."

"Anyway! She would like to invite you out to dinner at a restaurant tonight. She'll come down to you and pick you up so you two can head over. Okay?"

"A restaurant? Tonight?" Delilah looked at the clock. It was late afternoon already. "Oh, geez... That's such short notice..."

"...is that a no?"

Delilah's immediate instinct would usually be to try to reschedule to give herself a bit more notice, but that hardly felt like an option here. "No, don't worry, I'll go!" She insisted.

"I mean, you don't have to sound so reluctant about it. If you don't go, she'll just use the reservations for someone else. She could always take me instead!" Delilah frowned and was about to interject before Cherry quickly added, "But I'll let her know. Have a fun timeeeee!" With a click, Cherry hung up.

What was that supposed to mean? I wasn't being reluctant

, Delilah though.

And it's supposed to be my reward, not hers!

She sat there, dwelling on it for a moment, until she finally shook it from her mind.

_____

Delilah stared at the handkerchief that sat on her desk. It was the one Ms. Verity had given her at their last meeting. She must have walked out with it in hand, forgetting to give it back, in the intense afterglow she was in following their last 'session'. She had, of course, washed it since then, but she had brought it to work and left it on her desk so she could give it back the next time she saw her. It also served as a memento of their last encounter.

Embroidered in the corner were the letters 'J. E. V.' in elegant golden cursive. Jessica E. Verity, Delilah presumed. She sat there in thought for a moment, before calling over the wall of her cubicle.

"Hey, Suzanne? You know Ms. Verity?"

"Uhhh... The one who saw you at that disciplinary hearing? I know

of

her. Why?" Between the shuffling of papers and the distraction in her voice, it was clear that only half of Suzanne's attention was on replying to her question.

"Do you know what her middle name is?"

"Uh... No idea. Why would I? Look it up on the staff directory, hun."

Of course! Grandvale-Lilton maintained an internal directory of all staff in the building. Delilah searched for 'Jessica Verity' and soon found her profile. Jessica Esmé Verity. A name as elegant as Delilah had expected, though she was a little disappointed that there was barely any information available beyond that.

She was, apparently, Senior Department Manager of the Employee Discipline Department and Chair of the Cross-Departmental Disciplinary Committee. She had been employed at the company for 24 years. By Delilah's count, her date of birth made her 44 years old. Beyond that, the rest of the page was sparse. Delilah frowned. Executive management typically used their pages to make themselves look a little more human to their subordinates, but there was nothing like that here. No hobbies, no boasting, nothing.

The one other thing on the page was Ms. Verity's photo. Unlike the photos of lowly workers like Delilah, who had bland, poorly lit photos taken for their company ID when they joined, it was a professional headshot. She seemed to look a few years younger but had the same long, flowing blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and confident grin of a lioness looking down at her prey. Even looking at the photo, it felt like Ms. Verity's gaze was peering into Delilah's very soul.

"I must say, I

did

always love that photo." Delilah nearly jumped out of her seat as she heard a familiar voice directly behind her.

"Oh! I mean, i-it's a good pho... to..." She trailed off as she turned to find the same face from her screen bent down and looking over her shoulder, wearing an identical trademark grin. With an amused chuckle, Ms. Verity stood up to her full height. Rather than her typical office attire, she was wearing a stunning red evening dress that just about reached the floor. She had seemingly traded in her glasses for contact lenses, and just as in the photo, her hair flowed freely along the side of her face. Her hands were wrapped in long, elegant evening gloves - red too, of course - that reached past her elbow. It took Delilah several long seconds to take in her appearance, by which point a few heads were peeking out of their cubicles in awe, Suzanne included. Anyone could tell that Ms. Verity revelled in the attention, but she never broke her focus on Delilah.

"I certainly hope you weren't trying to be nosy, Delilah. Or was waiting to see me again

really

such a struggle?" The sound of her own name rolling off Ms. Verity's tongue set Delilah's heart aflutter.

"N-no, of course not! I-I just..." She stammered, lifting up the handkerchief. "I still had this a-and was just curious. About the initials, that's all."

Ms. Verity glanced at it and shook her head. "You kept this the whole time and didn't think to return it?" Delilah shifted uncomfortably, expecting to be admonished, but Ms. Verity simply gave a little tut. "What a sentimental little thing you must be. Keep it. It's not like I don't have others. Perhaps keeping a reminder of me will continue to be a good influence on you." Delilah lowered the piece of cloth, her hand closing around it, the texture soft against her palm.

Meanwhile, Ms. Verity's eyes ran over Delilah's plain clothes. It was clear that Delilah was underdressed compared to the woman before her. It wasn't as if she had been given much notice. "Still... This..." She gestured generally in Delilah's direction. "This simply won't do. Fortunately, I anticipated this and had Cherry run out and get you something to slip into." Ms. Verity handed her a bag. Delilah's eyes widened, recognising the logo as that of a boutique she had often found herself longingly looking in the window of. This was expensive.

Far

too expensive.

"Ms. Verity, I... I couldn't... I can't..."

"Miss Tilly, what you

can't

do is go to dinner dressed like that, so either you accept this gift, or you shan't be coming with me tonight." Ms. Verity's expression did not change in the slightest, but the tone in her voice was icy, and hearing her surname made Delilah shift a little in her chair. She didn't want to ruin the evening before it started.

"Well, I suppose... But I wouldn't want to take advantage of your generosity or anything! I-I'll... I'll pay you back!"

Ms. Verity chuckled. "I doubt you could afford it. Although I'm sure I could think of other ways to pay me back... Either way, come along. We have reservations and you need to get changed." Ms. Verity stepped out of the cubicle and walked towards the elevator. Delilah quickly grabbed her handbag and scurried after her.

Walking past the final cubicle in the row, Ms. Verity paused. Its occupant had been watching her and Delilah since she had arrived in the office. Bending down until her face was less than an inch from the worker, the man uncomfortably tried to back away in his chair, only for her to grab his jaw with a vice-like grip. "Stop wasting this company's time. Get. Back. To. Work." The whisper was icy and barely even audible. She turned his head towards his computer and stood back up, glancing across the room. Various gawking employees immediately retreated into their cubicles as she led Delilah into the elevator. "Shall we?"

_____

The clicking of heels against the marble floor of the building lobby announced Ms. Verity's every step. "Go get changed in a cubicle," she ordered, motioning towards the toilets across the room. "I shall be waiting by reception."

The bathroom was mercifully clean, at least. With a click of the cubicle lock, Delilah reached into the bag and pulled out the black dress. The label said it was her size, but it seemed rather small... In fact, it was nothing like Ms. Verity's long, elegant dress. Quite the opposite - It was extremely short, revealing even. She peered back into the bag. There was a pair of matching strappy heels to go with it, even some lacey black lingerie and... something else? Delilah reached in and pulled it out. It was a strange, bulbous object. She struggled to think of where she would wear it before her eyes widened in realisation. It was a butt plug.

Delilah put the items back in the bag and rushed out of the bathroom, her entire face crimson. She looked across the lobby and saw Ms. Verity talking to a stern-looking woman, Cherry standing attentively at her side. Delilah tried to wave and managed to catch Ms. Verity's attention. She continued talking to the other woman, but flashed Delilah a knowing grin, tapping her wrist in imitation of a watch. Delilah stepped back inside a cubicle and took several deep breaths. After working so hard for the past month, she supposed she had little choice but to go along with this to get her reward.

Returning to the cubicle, Delilah stripped, neatly folding her clothes, and placing them in the bag. She glanced back down at the plug but shook her head. Not just yet. Stepping out of her shoes and removing her tights, she shivered at the feel of cold tile against her skin. As she pulled the lacy black panties on, she couldn't help but look down and admire them... She didn't own any underwear as flashy as this at home, and it made her feel sexy and seductive. With the dress on, however, she somehow felt even more exposed than she had in the lingerie. The hem didn't even reach halfway down her thigh. She was certain that if she were to bend over, her underwear would be on full display. Putting on the heels completed the outfit. All that was left was the last 'accessory' in the bag.

Delilah lifted the plug up and looked at it. It didn't seem

too

big, at least. Regardless, it would be bigger than anything she had ever tried in her virgin ass before. Ever the considerate one, it appeared that Cherry had provided a small sachet of lubricant. Delilah opened it and squeezed it out onto the toy, rubbing it over the surface a little with her finger. She reached down under her dress and tugged her panties to one side. With her finger still slick from lube, she rubbed it over her hole, shivering from the slightly cold temperature. With some hesitance, she gently pressed her finger against her behind, closing her eyes and letting out a gasp as it slipped inside. She paused, letting her body adjust to the sensation. She moved her finger just a little and let out a whimper, the strange sensation feeling so alien to her.

Just as Delilah slipped another finger in alongside it, she heard the door to the bathroom open and froze.

Please, please, please leave...

she thought to herself. After a long silence, she heard a singsong voice call out. "Miss Tillyyyy? Ms. Verity wanted me to check if you were okay. You're taking quite a long time." Delilah immediately recognised it as Cherry's. She

knew

that Cherry knew full well what was likely taking her so long. Hell, for all she knew, this could be one big practical joke Cherry was pulling on her.

"No, I-I'm fine... Almost done, Miss... Uh...?" Delilah had no idea what her surname was.

"Lux. But please, just call me Cherry."

"Alright. I'm almost done, Mis-... Cherry..." Delilah waited. She didn't hear anything from outside the stall. Wasn't she going to leave? ...Evidently not. Delilah sighed. She had no choice but to carry on. Pulling her fingers out, she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She placed the plug against her hole and started to push gently. Her body put up some resistance, and she took several long, deep breaths to try to relax. She felt the plug push until it started to slide in. She muffled a whimper and kept going, until suddenly past the midpoint, the rest of the plug rapidly entered her up to the base. She let out a loud moan and blushed bright red. There was no way Cherry hadn't heard that.

"All done, by the sounds of it?" Cherry called out. Delilah considered hiding in the cubicle alone for the rest of the night, but by now that would have been pointless. She pulled her underwear back into place and opened the door, expecting to be greeted with that smirk she was starting to hate. Instead, Cherry's face lit up with joy. "Oh... My... God... Don't you look just gorgeous?" She launched into a hug caught Delilah off-guard and nearly knocked her off her feet. She whimpered, any movement at all making her hyper-aware of what she was wearing, both inside and out.

"Thank you, I... It's not something I would ever wear, usually." Delilah tried her best to ignore the sensation.

"Trust me. Ms. Verity will

love

it. Come on, let me do your makeup. Otherwise, there's no way you'll make it in time." Cherry took her by the hand and dragged her over to the mirrors. What was wrong with her makeup? Looking at her reflection, Delilah realised that her face did look a bit plain, especially compared to the outfit. But the outfit... Wow... Delilah could hardly believe her eyes. Yes, it was revealing, but it made her look... Good.

Really

good. Hot, even! Cherry giggled and she pulled out a few items from a small makeup bag. "Looks like someone else loves it too..." Delilah could do little else but nod gently as Cherry turned her face towards her and got to work. Her hands were almost a blur with the dizzying speed at which she worked.

Standing in silence, Delilah searched for small talk with this woman she hardly knew. "So... Cherry... Lux? That's a neat name..."

"You think? I think to most people it comes across as a bit porn-y," she retorted.

"Oh, God, I wasn't saying anything like that! I-I think it's a pretty name! Not that you couldn't... Wait, no, I-I..." Delilah trailed off as she tripped over her words, a little flustered by how casually Cherry had made such a reply. All the while, Cherry simply smiled, and there was a moment of silence again as she applied lipstick to Delilah's mouth. Another question began to form in Delilah's mind. "So, are you like... Ms. Verity's..."

"Aaaaaaand done!" Cherry interrupted with a flourish. She turned Delilah's head towards the mirror and once again, Delilah stared in shock. Between the dress, the smoky eyeshadow, and the vibrant red lipstick, she was almost unrecognisable. Seeing her gaze fixed on the mirror, Cherry hooked her arm around Delilah's. "Come onnnn, you're gonna be late." She scooped up the bag with Delilah's usual clothes and started to drag her towards the bathroom door.

Delilah's eyes widened as she started to walk across the grand lobby. In the brief moment when she had been standing still before the mirror, it had been surprisingly easy to forget the plug inside her, but now, with every clack of her heels against the hard surface below, she could feel it shifting inside. It felt like everyone must be staring at her. She looked around at the various people in the busy hall. None of them looked, but to Delilah, it still felt like... somehow... they

must

know. The only thing stopping her from freezing in place was Cherry's rapid pace, dragging her along.

When the two reached Ms. Verity standing by reception, she was still talking with the same woman she had been earlier. "Like it or not, Jessica, she's shaking up just about everything around here. And if you think you're going to survive that, you've got another thing coming." The lady speaking was a short, stern-looking woman, wearing a grey pantsuit, with greyer hair and a gaunt face.

"Oh, spare me, Emma. You're even more old guard than I am."

"The difference between you and me,

Jessica

, is that I haven't spent the last decade burning bridges and amassing a little group of sycophants because the only people who can stand me are those who get off on being my pawns." Neither of them raised their voice, but the air was thick with tension. It was like watching two animals pacing around, ready to fight for dominance but neither yet lunging for the throat.

"What, and you think babysitting every other board member's nephew once they leave law school is much better? Besides, you

know

just as well as I do that Grandvale is going to be the death of this company. I thought you, of all people, would stand up against her."

"No, Jessica. I'm three years from retirement. By that point, I'll be gone. And do you know what? I think I'll actually

enjoy

seeing all that outsized influence stripped away from you. Even you know that's what's coming. You've been too terrified to flex your muscles since she took over for that exact reason. She's got the great Jessica Verity on a leash just as much as everyone else. Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say it looks like you're losing your touch." This comment seemed to spark something in Ms. Verity's eyes. Her demeanour turned icy, stepping a little closer until she was almost looking directly down at the other woman.

"Emma, don't you

ever

accuse me of losing my touch. It's not as if you haven't benefitted from favours I've done you over the years. Your hands are

just

as dirty as m-..."

Delilah was sure the two would argue all evening if left to their own devices. As Cherry walked past the pair to lean over the desk and talk to a receptionist, Delilah took a moment to clear her throat, getting the attention of the two women. Her gaze wandering up and down Delilah's body, the grey-haired woman raised an eyebrow before turning back to Ms. Verity. "Well. At the very least, it looks like you'll have the chance to add one more to your collection before it's all over. We can continue this 'discussion' another time." Before Ms. Verity had a chance to respond, the woman had left out the front entrance.