"I need your help with an issue," Olivia proclaimed, waltzing into his office with a nervous air, "a girl in my team is trapped in a meeting room."
"What do you mean? The doors on those rooms don't have locks." Grant responded in monotone, without bothering to look up from his desk, engrossed in reviewing a confounding document. Of all the ills that came with running this department, the thing that agitated him beyond all others was a forced break in his concentration. Only Olivia would dare it.
"Not locked in, I said trapped," she reiterated curtly. It was unlike her to be terse and the statement drew his attention immediately. "She's wearing some sort of vibrator that won't come off... I don't want to cause a scene."
He saw in her expression this was indeed urgent. As one of his most competent managers, he trusted her judgement and stood at once. Relieved at his acquiescence, she led him immediately out of his office, the swift power-walking was difficult in her long heels and tight pencil skirt, but she was practiced. Grant did his best to avoid staring at her shapely ass as she led the way down the hall, the black and white patterned texture of her skirt almost hypnotic, the sheer tights around her slim legs equally enticing.
Working closely over the years, they had a good read on one another and Grant prized Olivia as his number two. With a client-facing role, she always dressed up and was sure to accentuate her best features. She had a long slim face, dazzling blue eyes and sported dark red lipstick amidst a thick brunette bob, her precisely set curls falling just-so. She was slender from top to bottom, looking light enough to lift with ease, and always in form-fitting luxurious outfits, today sporting a thin blouse that permitted a little view of her chest.
As they entered the empty elevator Olivia began to explain, "the girl in the room is Rebecca. This vibrator thing, it won't come off."
"She wore a sex toy to work? And used it in front of you?"
"Well it was not entirely intentional." Olivia continued, speaking quickly but with less animation than when they typically shared workplace gossip, there was a tone of concern, "I asked her for a quick catch up and noticed she was acting a little odd, but she said all was fine. A few minutes in she wasn't making sense when she spoke, and I noticed her getting flushed, occasionally gasping for no reason. Eventually she admitted she was wearing a sex toy and couldn't remove it."
While she talked, Grant tried to conjure Rebecca in his mind. He was fairly sure she was someone who had joined the team in the last year, but people were coming and going all the time and he couldn't recall her visage to memory.
"There's this app where you can win Slut Points for..." Olivia went to explain further, but as the elevator arrived, the doors opened to the busiest floor in the building: desks crammed with people chatting loudly and a coffee area to the far side bustling with colleagues socialising. Around the perimeter was a series of meeting rooms for confidential discussions, there were 26 throughout the building, each designated a letter. Wary now of being overheard Olivia was careful what she said, "it's a subscription service. I'll explain more later, but apparently Rebecca was gifted it and it's gotten a bit out of hand. I'm not really sure what to do, so unless you come up with a better plan, my only idea is pretty out-there."
Strutting through the floor, she led him to room "N", knocking a couple of times and peering inside before coaxing Grant to join them. As he entered and saw the young twenty-something junior administrator sitting sheepishly at the table, he recalled meeting her a few times. Rebecca was short, with jet black straight hair and a round face so pale it looked as if the smooth skin would be icy to the touch. While her youthful prettiness was understated, Rebecca had an unmistakable bounce as she walked which had caught many an eye in the office.
There was an innocence to Rebecca that made him all the more surprised she could have done something so bold. She wore baggy dark trousers with black pumps and a thick cream oversized jumper, her hair down as if to mask her face as best possible. It seems all attempts had been made to disguise her sensuousness.
There was a large wooden table in the room, and whilst it took up most of the space, he didn't feel like sitting. She seemed frozen at seeing her boss's boss now enter the fray, her head lowering further.
"Right, so Rebecca got sent this device in the mail," Olivia began after closing the door, positioning herself between them and looking from one of them to the other. In a strange way this wasn't dissimilar to her normal job, taking the complex research and findings of her junior team and translating them to Grant for a decision. "Each week the app sets challenges, enforces forfeits and sends items to help people become a bit more... adventurous."
Grant nodded, listening on and waiting to hear how any of this required his input, rather than getting HR involved. Olivia picked up the young girl's phone from the table and handed it to him, loaded up with the 'Slut Points' app: the UI brightly coloured a vibrant yellow. His attention was drawn most to the amassed currency at the top of the screen from completed tasks. Rebecca had racked up 138 'Slut Points' from numerous tasks he could see in the History tab. Apparently she had masturbated in public, flashed strangers, filmed videos with both guys and girls, gone to strip clubs with other users, and that wasn't the half of it. Further still, the app stored pictures, and he resisted the urge to open them, wondering if Olivia knew how much information she had just handed him.
On the challenges screen, the active task listed was for Rebecca to wear the sent item to work, and didn't provide any further details other than it being worth 25 Slut Points. Olivia explained that what the girl had thought was a chastity belt was in fact a vibrator of sorts, one that only activated about an hour ago, just a little before a mortified Rebecca was invited for an impromptu catchup with Olivia as her manager. She had been expecting a quiet day at her desk, now she was in her own personal hell, locked into this thing buzzing away without a way to remove it.
Rebecca gave a low shameful moan, the wet vibration now audible, and Grant was very glad these rooms were generally sound-proofed, the only windows facing-out to the 20th floor where no one could see them.
"The vibrations are... getting quicker." Rebecca finally spoke, her voice raspy and quiet, "I'm really sorry, this was so stupid. It didn't tell me..." her words dissolved into yet more moans, growing in volume, her fingers gripping the seat of the chair. "Oh god. Oh! "
Clamping her hand over her mouth, she squealed as she erupted in orgasm, a flash of colour on her white skin. She took a while to recover, muttering something to herself, and resuming moaning as the ministrations of the machine went on. She looked up at him as if seeing him through a new lens, drinking in his tall stature, sharp suit and dark chiseled features.
"Olivia, she got herself into this mess, let her get herself out of it. It's already disrupted your work day, and now mine, why should her lapse in judgement derail things further? We have a business to run."
