Her white Manolo Blahnik stiletto heels clacked against the hardwood floor as Jill left the conference room, having concluded the final meeting on her Friday afternoon schedule. Though she kept her head straight ahead, Jill smirked to herself, as she could feel the stares from the other male VPs fixated on her pert ass jiggling with each step as she exited. It was only understandable, as the normally conservative-dressing executive had chosen to wear a stunning, tight-fitting white dress for the evening's special occasion.
The dress she'd chosen matched the frosty snowflakes that had been coming down all afternoon. Although Jill was no longer in her twenties, she was still in fairly good shape, and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. While it didn't show too much cleavage, the outline of her large mounds was clearly visible under the fabric, and the mid-thigh length showed off her long, toned legs. Her pale arms were adorned with a few simple gold bracelets and a white Cartier watch to complete the theme. Jill had even visited a hair salon early that morning to style her blonde hair into a gorgeous braided updo.
Outside, and it was beginning to look a lot like Christmas, as light snow flurries gently swirled against the windows. She wrapped up a few last-minute emails and freshened up in the bathroom before meeting up with a few others in the lobby downstairs.
They hailed a luxury ride-share to bring them to the hotel where the holiday party was being held. En route, Jill crossed her legs under her fur coat, feeling the leather seat cling to the underside of her smooth thighs. Carl, the CEO, was droning on about some trip he had planned to the Caribbean with his family, but she tuned him out. The white thong she had on under her dress was already damp, as she'd been leaking all afternoon while daydreaming about her planned post-party activities.
Once they arrived at the luxurious hotel where the holiday party was being held, the group checked their coats and purses before taking the elevator up to the ballroom. Jill could hear the faint thumping of the music even as they got off the elevator, and it grew louder as they approached the ballroom. Each of them grabbed a glass of champagne from the attendant standing outside the double doors before entering and joining the party.
A cacophony of conversations and music greeted them, hundreds of employees mingling, clumped around little cocktail tables draped in long red tablecloths. Jill took care of business first, sipping on her champagne as she schmoozed with some other senior executives. She dutifully asked follow-up questions about Carl's lavish vacation plans, flashing a brilliant smile as he bragged about the private house he'd rented on an island. When Pat told another of his lame dirty jokes about elves, she laughed heartily and leaned forward, showcasing her cleavage for him and feeling his eyes drop down to her chest.
After a couple more glasses of champagne and some small plates of hors d'oeuvres, Jill had exhausted her patience for small talk and sucking up. She excused herself from the current conversation about tuition rates for ivy league schools and decided that it was time to start the fun part of the evening.
Jill surveyed the low-lit ballroom until she found her sluts. Brittany and Christina were at a table in the corner, chatting with a couple of other women from their department. Jill walked over to their table.
"Hi ladies," Jill smiled.
"Jill!"
"Hi Jill!"
The rest of the table greeted her, and she got dragged into another boring conversation that Peggy and Martha were having about baking. Though Jill nodded along and smiled as they spoke, she took the chance to inspect her two sluts.
The tall brunette, Brittany, was in a bodycon gray sweater dress that came midway down her smooth, pale legs. Her nude heels propped up her tight ass in the tight gray wool. The petite blonde, Christina, wore a short-sleeved sheer black sweater that hinted at the outline of her black bra underneath. Her tight little charcoal plaid skirt covered her black stockings, and small gray heeled boots made the tiny girl seems taller than she was. A black silk ribbon choker with a gold pendant dangling down completed her outfit.
Unbeknownst to Martha, who was droning on about how she would put a batch of brownies into the oven before a quick run around the block, both Brittany and Christina wore one thing in common. Underneath their dresses, both sluts wore a special black thong that Jill had gifted to them for this special occasion. Each thong contained a small but powerful vibrator that rested against each girl's clit.
As Peggy talked about how cute her granddaughter's singing was, Jill discreetly reached into her purse and activated both pairs of vibrating underwear. Cristina had been reaching for her drink, and her hand jerked as the vibrations began assaulting her clit, shaking the cocktail glass and spilling a little onto the table.
"Ooh, careful dear." Peggy wiped up the spilled contents with a cocktail napkin.
Next to Christina, Brittany's knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the table. She could feel a growing wet spot in her crotch as her juices began leaking out from the sensations. Jill smirked as she observed her sluts struggling to maintain their composure as their pussies received stimulation. She took a sip of her champagne and resisted the urge to rub her own crotch through her dress.
Across the table, Christina tried her best to keep her eyes focused, as her pussy was on fire from the vibrations. The sounds around her seemed dull and far away as she squeezed her legs together in an effort to maintain control over her body. She felt a hand on her arm.
Martha was looking at her expectantly.
"S-sorry, what?" the sweet young intern asked breathily.
"Maybe you should slow down on that drink," Martha laughed. "I said, so are you excited to work with us full time after you graduate? I heard you accepted the offer."
"O-oh, yes. Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it." Christina managed a smile as her thighs trembled under the table.
"Do you have any plans after graduation? Any trips?" Peggy chimed in.
Jill took the opportunity to reach down and crank up the setting on her remote. Christina closed her eyes briefly as the intensity of the waves of pleasure pulsating through her pussy increased.
"Mmm y-yes," she replied to Peggy with a hint of a moan. "Yes...I'm going to...mmph...Europe with my p-parents for a week."
"Oh, that's wonderful." Peggy said. "Where in Europe?"
Coming close to climax, Christina pressed her legs together as tightly as she could to stave off the impending orgasm. She forced herself to keep her voice level. "P-Paris, Barcelona, Fuuu..."
Christina nearly uttered the word "Fuck" as she did her best to stop herself from cumming. Mercifully, her panties turned off, as Jill didn't want her slut to raise any suspicions with the other co-workers.
"Florence?" Peggy asked as Christina had trailed off her sentence.
She took a deep breath, sucking in some cool air as her cunt began to calm down. "Yeah, Florence" Christina managed a small smile. "I've never been, so I'm really excited for it."
"Oh it's beautiful there," Martha assured her. "I went with my husband last summer, and there's so much history there."
Jill glanced over at Brittany while Christina continued her Europe conversation with Martha and Peggy. The brunette's eyes were wide and fixated down at her drink. Though Jill hadn't increased the sensitivity on Brittany's underwear, it had been continuously buzzing on her clit throughout this entire time. Jill decided it was time to test her other slut's resolve.
"Brittany, didn't you go on a trip to Italy a couple of years ago?" Jill initiated.
Both Peggy and Martha turned. Simultaneously, Jill reached down and turned up the setting on Brittany's vibrating panties.
"Mmmm..." Brittany uttered a soft groan. Her legs quivered like jello beneath the table with the delightful vibrator rumbling against her clit. "Yes, it was an ah-ah-amazing trip."
