Jennifer tossed the envelope into her brief case and picked up the box containing what she now understood as some sort of sex toy. In a state of panic, Jennifer strode her long legs toward the women's executive restroom. She opened the door and walked into the small sitting area just outside the stalls and toilets. She found the level of opulence in the bathroom odd for a telecom company, especially with only five women at the Vice President level.
Walking past the small couch and baby changing table, Jennifer opened the second door and proceeded to the first stall. She opened thin metal door and closed it behind her. She took the pink rubbery toy out of its box and held it in her hand, running her fingers over the smooth material.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she thought.
The phone buzzed again.
'One minute'
Jennifer took a deep breath. There was no time to think. She needed to buy time and figure out what to do. She had to find out who her enemies were and what they wanted. But first, she needed to rectify the immediate risk. She pulled the silk hem of her Stella McCartney dress to her waist and eased her white lacey thong down to her knees. Sitting onto the cold toilet seat, Jennifer spread her legs and pushed the toy against her bald outer lips. She was tight and dry.
Thinking quickly, she took the bulb of the toy and sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue around in circles to ensure it was evenly coated with saliva. She then reached back down with her left hand and spread her lips. Her labia spread open, still swollen from her marathon fucking the night before. She pushed the pink bulb in. Despite its hard fucking last night, her pussy was still quite tight and held the toy in place. Its 3-inch tail out and up, above her clit.
Jennifer reached down and began to pull her panties up but stopped, remembering her other instruction. She flipped open the phone, found the picture app and snapped a pic of the thing pink line extending from her vagina. She quickly texted it to the phone number of her tormentor. She received an immediate response.
'Good girl'
Jennifer quickly pulled her thong up and straightened her dress. She had no time to waist, her first staff meeting as an executive was about to start.
Jennifer walked into the large board room and exchanged pleasantries with each person there. A few kisses on cheeks, some light flirting and a bit of small talk took place until the CEO, Robert, entered the room. He took his commanding position at the end of the table and jumped right to the issue at hand.
"Our quarter started off well, but we are now behind. I need ideas ASAP on how to fix this! Jennifer, you are at the grown-up table now, what do you have?"
Jennifer smiled, she had worked on a plan for weeks and was now going to wow everyone.
"I have a three-part plan to..." She suddenly felt a light buzzing between her legs. The toy had come to life just as she was beginning her presentation. Jennifer was instantly angry, but the sensations were hitting her in exactly the right spot.
"Jennifer? Jenn? Hello?" Robert was trying to figure out why she had stopped in mid-sentence.
"Right, my three-part plan will expand our performance," Jennifer let out a long sigh as the bulb stimulated her G-spot. The thing tail was pressed snugly against her clit by her tight thong, "it will help everyone get off. I mean, achieve climax. I mean meet our goals."
She was panting now. Tiny little breaths. Jennifer stumbled through the rest of her presentation as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her pussy throbbed as it soaked her panties. She picked up a glass of water and swallowed it hard. She looked around at everyone staring at her. She had to cum. It would be the only way she could get her head straight.
She uncrossed, then re-crossed her legs as a colleague began to speak, thankful that she was no longer the center of attention. The vibrations never let up and appeared to be building. The torture was immense.
Paul Simons, a 40-year old slick sales executive with a reputation for cheating on his wife, sat next to her. His gaze every so often left the faces of those in the room and dropped to Jennifer's exposed legs. He was in awe as he watched her grinding them together so very tightly.
Jennifer tried to control the sensations. She could barely hold back. She needed release. Robert mercifully called for a ten-minute break. Jennifer leapt up from her chair and darted toward the bathroom. Simons followed directly behind her.
