This is a series of stories about the women of a company that uses a paw print as its logo. I make no representation as to the truth of these stories or who they may or may not represent.
When I first started working at the company as an intern, one of the women that I immediately noticed was Anna. She looked to be in her mid 30's, but she had three older teen girls, so she was likely a bit older than that. She was already fairly tall for a woman at 5' 8" but with her usual 3" heels she was as tall as most of the men in the company. She was not thin but was far from fat, as she worked out just about every day. This gave her a very curvy but firm body with few excess pounds distributed nicely, with thick strong thighs and tight firm ass. Of course, her two most noticeable features were her burgundy red hair and the DD breasts she had a doctor install some years ago. The hair was natural as she had very light freckles on her face and arms.
I heard rumors that she had participated in some unusual sex parties in the early days of the company, but there are always rumors about women executives, especially when they are very good looking, so I took them with a large grain of salt. But it did make me imagine what she would be like in bed, especially on the days she wore tight, thigh-length skirts that only confirm she either wore a thong or nothing under her skirt. But every encounter I had with her she acted like I was bottom of the food chain, which as an intern, I was.
I was in my apartment studying psychology and response training for collage, I got bored and went on the internet for some literotica recreation. After reading an incredibly hot story of a son watching his mom masturbate with a vibrator, it suddenly clicked in my mind. Could you create conditioned response using a vibrator? As a VP, Anna had an unusually thick chair at her desk...and I knew I had seen remote control vibrators...and slowly a plan came together.
I experimented at home to find a vibrator level that was just under the conscious perception level, but seemed to warm my crotch after sitting about five minutes. When I had the package together, I arranged to work late one night and slipped into her office. Removing the mount plate on the bottom of her chair, I created a hollow in the bottom of the cushion, and installed my RF-controlled vibrator package. A little adjustment to make sure it could not be felt but was still effective, and I cleaned up and left.
It was difficult to find excuses each day to go into her office while she was there, but every time I came in, I triggered the vibrator, and turned it off after I left. After two weeks, I was in despair that my brilliant project was not working. The day that I was ready to give up, HR called me in. I was worried that maybe I had been caught, but instead I was informed Anna had requested my transfer to her division as an administrative assistant on one of her special projects. I readily agreed and stayed late that night to study the statement of work involved in the project. Once everyone had left, I slipped into Anna's office and replaced the batteries.
The next day I was in and out of her office a number of times, and triggered the vibrator each time. Anna was very animated and attentive when discussing the project, and seemed to enjoy my company. We scheduled a detailed briefing for the next day. That day, as I sat in her office, I triggered the vibrator one and off randomly, not wanting it to get hot or noticeable, but by the end of our briefing, she seemed a bit squirmy and crossed and uncrossed her legs a number of times.
That Friday, I was planning on finding an excuse to stay late and again change the batteries, but Anna came by my desk in a rush.
"We have six firefighters deploying to Africa to support the Air Force contract Monday," She told me. "I need to pack out their gear but everyone else left early for the long weekend. Can you help?"
"Sure," I answered enthusiastically. "What do we need to do?"
"Let me get changed into jeans," she said, motioning to her usual tight skirt and silky blouse. "I will meet you in the warehouse." Ten minutes later, she walked into the warehouse in the same silk blouse but now with skin tight jeans.
"I did not have any other shirts with me," She apologized. "I hope you don't mind." Like I could care what she was wearing, as long as it was tight on her firm body.
"It doesn't matter," I said with a smile. "Everything in your wardrobe looks good on you." That was the first forward thing I had said to her and it stopped her in her tracks.
"Why thank you," She said with a smile. And then she was all business. For the next two hours, she told me what items and sizes to pull off the warehouse shelves and brought them to her, while she marked off the inventory and packed them in the containers. I was slow at first because I did not know where anything was, but as I learned my way around, I was able to get faster and she was not waiting for me. But I was dusty and sweaty when I was done.
"Great job." she told me. "Thank you so much for your help. It would have taken me half the night by myself."
