Six months had passed, and Phoebe had transferred to another office on the other coast. It was a beautiful Monday morning in June, sunny and warm but not oppressively hot. Brittany stepped out of the elevator in her olive green sundress and sandal wedge heels, a light layer of sweat from her morning commute helping the dress cling to her every curve. The tall, captivating brunette had turned more than a few heads on her walk to the office. When she opened up her email at her desk, there was one new unread message highlighted in blue.
Ugh, a meeting request for 9:30 AM on a Monday.
A look of disgust appeared on her face, but it was quickly replaced by a familiar tingle in her nether regions when she noticed that it was from Jill. She anxiously bit her pen cap as she accepted the meeting request. A half hour later, Brittany's calendar reminder popped up, and she made her way to Jill's office. Standing in the doorway, Brittany knocked on the open door.
Jill had her medium-length blonde hair down today and was dressed in her usual look, a tight blouse and pencil skirt. Today, her blouse was a light blue, and her pencil skirt was a light cream color. Jill looked up from her computer to give the brunette a sweet smile. "Come have a seat. Close the door behind you."
Brittany complied. Jill looked at her slut seated across from her. "Well, did you both have a good weekend?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good," Jill smiled again. "Now as you know, since everyone at the company has been working so hard, we have a special picnic outing on Friday afternoon. I also have a gift for you to show my appreciation for how well you've been doing, my little slut."
Jill opened her drawer, pulling out a small white box and sliding it across her desk. Upon opening it, Brittany revealed a pair of black panties.
"Well? What do you think?"
"Um...thank you Mistress," Brittany said.
"You're very welcome," Jill beamed. "Go ahead. Try them on."
"N-now?" Brittany asked.
Jill's voice again hardened. "Are you questioning me?"
"N-no, Mistress," Brittany quickly responded.
She stood and reached under her green dress, sliding down the white thong she was wearing. Her face reddened slightly when she noticed that they were already quite damp from a combination of sweat and her juices. Brittany put on her new panties and pulled her dress back down, standing at attention in front of Jill's desk.
"Good," Jill said, holding out her hand.
Brittany placed her thong onto the center of Jill's open palm, which was quickly deposited into the bottom desk drawer. Jill then pulled out a small pink remote and clicked it on.
Immediately, Brittany's legs buckled as her panties began rumbling against her pussy. She caught herself on the desk with both hands, squeezing her legs together as the vibrations sent tingles throughout her body. The fresh pair of panties were immediately wet from a flood of juices leaking out from her excited slit.
"Does that feel good?"
"Y-yes," Brittany said breathily.
"Alright, off you go then. I want to see you back here at noon to discuss something important."
"Um..." Brittany's legs continued trembling from the sensation of the panties vibrating against her clit.
"Is there a problem?" Jill asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Then see you at noon," she said with finality.
The young marketing associate began shakily walking to the door. But when she reached it, the vibrations from her underwear suddenly ceased.
"Oh, alright," Jill sighed. She didn't want to arouse suspicion from any coworkers if Brittany stumbled or fell on her walk back to the desk. "Hurry back to your desk."
A wave of relief washed over her, and she went to her desk. She took a sip from her water bottle and began looking over an invoice in her inbox.
Brittany gasped lightly as her panties reactivated, sending fresh shocks of pleasure coursing through her pussy. She pressed her legs together tightly and tried to focus on the invoice on her screen, but the letters and numbers might as well have been hieroglyphs. They were completely incomprehensible in her current state, her eyelids fluttering from arousal.
A low, barely-audible moan escaped from her lips, which she quickly disguised as a cough. She pulled one hand to her mouth, biting down on her finger to avoid making further noises. Brittany glanced over at the girl whose desk was opposite hers, but luckily she had her headphones in and had noticed nothing. But at this rate, the sensations would too much to handle. She could feel an orgasm building up, and try as she might, she didn't know if she'd be able to stop herself.
Brittany knew that Jill would be furious if she came, not having been granted permission to do so. But all the same, her cunt was quivering from delight, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold it off. Just when she was on the edge of cumming though, the vibrations stopped abruptly. She leaned back in her chair and tried her best to control her heavy breathing in an attempt to regain her composure.
In her office, Jill smirked as she clicked the remote to the "off" setting. Observing her obedient slut through the video feed on her computer monitor, she was pleased at how hard Brittany had worked to stop herself from orgasming. The two high-definition spy cameras she'd installed in the overhead lamp above Brittany's cubicle and hidden under her desk had been very expensive but worth every penny. Jill's fingers absentmindedly rubbed her mound through her panties as she watched Brittany try and get back to her work.
A knock at her door jarred her back to her senses. Her meeting reminder was blinking on her other screen, but she'd been too focused on watching her slut through the hidden cams to notice. Jill hastily minimized the video feed and put away the remote. Adjusting her blouse, Jill did her best to hide her stiff nipples, whose outlines could be barely seen poking up under her shirt, even through her bra.
"Come in!"
A tall young man with a slim build walked in.
"Hi Jill."
"Hey Ben," Jill flashed him a brilliant smile. "Come on in. Close the door behind you."
Once he'd sat down, he scratched his beard, if you could even call it that. It was more like a line of patchy hair barely filled in enough to dot his chin. In fact, Ben looked barely out of high school, much less college. He'd helped Jill recover an accidentally deleted file a few months ago, and she'd noticed him admiring her cleavage when he thought she hadn't been looking. Being the enterprising woman she was, Jill had filed this away for when she might need something else from this tech support guy, and that day had come.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.