Tight, White, and Transparent

© 2025 PennameWombat

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

A new client and new ideas are the catalyst to bring heightened challenges. And less clothing. This is my entry for Literotica's 2025 Nude Day contest. I hope you enjoy it.

Tags: Nude Day 2025, Bondage, Butt Plug, Cumshot, Denial, Dildos, Estim, Female Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Male Orgasm, Nipple Clamps, Office, Orgasm Denial, Pegging, Public Nudity, Remote Control, Sex Toys, Strap-on, Vibrators

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An Idea

"Uh, Grace. Wait. The idea is what?"

The strawberry blonde looked down at her seated friend and smiled as she finished pouring CabSav into the brunette's glass. She moved the bottle across the table to her own glass and poured.

"Tight, white, and transparent. And, oh, yeah. Braless. Not like you haven't done something like that before, Annie."

"Yeah," Annie drew the syllable out as her fingers twined around the stem of the wine glass, "maybe I have worn something like that. But not at work."

Grace laughed. "And the last part. Not like you can't rock a braless look. And you have done it at work, you've worn that sweet see-through white blouse more than once."

She set the wine bottle on the table and sat across from her friend. Annie spoke before Grace could continue.

"With a cami under. Haven't met all four of those criteria. Um, may as well be topless."

"That's the idea," Grace said. She picked up her wine glass and gestured. Annie smiled and shook her head, but mimicked the other woman and they clinked glasses and drank.

"Hmm. Okay. Where did you get this idea?"

"I have a friend from college, Sajini. Think I've mentioned her?" Grace said and paused for a moment.

"Yeah. But Comp Sci, not Business, right? You two traded guys."

Grace nodded and smiled. "Yeah to the first. The second, only a few times, when we both found good ones! Not like we did it every weekend."

"And she had some, uh, desires--."

"Anal. She likes it up the ass. I mean, I like back door, but wowee," Grace said, "that girl and her butt."

"Wait," Annie held up a finger, "there's an actual living woman who isn't a porn star who likes ass action MORE than you do?"

Grace shrugged. "Didn't figure it out until a guy I traded to her told me he'd never had that much butt sex over a weekend. Not even his weekend with me."

"Didn't think that was physically possible, but, yeah. Anyway. Back to this crazy plan."

"Sajini was in some really heavy emotional affair with a dude at work, Had never gotten physical. She waa quitting that job, had a new one she was happy about. But leaving this guy she wasn't so happy about, anyway, he was married, but apparently that was definitely not happy."

Annie took another swig. "Sounds messy."

"Yeah. Her last week at the old job she decided to wear a short short dress and drop her panties at work. Hopped on a table and spread 'em."

"You're joking?"

"Nope. Long story short, he knew some secret place at their building and her ass got one hell of a pounding. Literally. Dude was as horny for her as she was for him."

Annie's mouth locked in an open mouth half smile. She shook her head but clinked glasses when Grace grinned and held up hers. Grace continued.

"Apparently there were some more sexual hijinks the next couple of days, I think he pounded her pussy once or twice, maybe. That week Sajini asked the guy to move with her. She found him a job near her new one and he split with his wife. She gets buggered nightly now. Living her best life. He seems happy too."

"Okay. Like I said, messy as fuck. Good for them. But how does that apply to us?"

"Sajini promised the guy that for her last Friday she'd wear 'tight, white, and transparent. And braless.' And she'd get a couple other chicks to join."

"Did they?"

"Yup. And apparently her ass wasn't the only one reamed as a result in whatever hidey-hole they used. Some sort of closed-down library in their building."

"You want us to do that?"

"Our new CEO who no one's ever met, we don't even know here name, is visiting a week from Friday. We need to get everyone to join in."

"Join... in," Annie said very slowly as she squinted slightly at the other woman.

"Yeah. Get everyone to wear something tight, white, transparent. And braless. We'll get the guys in the thinnest, tightest pants they have. Even better, I found a couple of perfect styles online, I'll send out a link for the boys."

"The new CEO will probably fire everyone, seeing that."

Grace snorted. "We do copy for sex toys. You did that spiel for a new blow job toy. I did that flashing butt plug while back."

"Not all of us handle that stuff. And plenty of the folks never deal with 'em. And I didn't strip my shirt off to write about it. And you didn't wear the plug."

Grace raised her eyebrow as she spoke in an amused lilt. "You didn't look closely when we did the review of my write ups."

Annie squinted at her friend. "Oookay. Yeah. Had that miniskirt on. You standing there. Hell. I thought I mighta seen... something. Figured it was just the fact the window blinds were up. You did have panties on, right?"

"Thong. And the room was bright, so guess it wasn't bright enough. I'll stay commando next one I wear and put the blinds down and shorten the skirt another inch---."

"That skirt was already that extra inch shorter. Barely covered---."

"Whatever. Anyway. Back to our plan. Your tits are magnificent. Everyone will love checking 'em out, not like we don't all do it now. Never been in an office with as much cleavage on view as this one."

"Yeah. We seem high on horn dogs---."

"Present company definitely included."

Annie let out a long sigh, but smiled.

"Yeah to that. Might be hard sell to some, like Olivia. She's got a rather, uh, large rack." Annie held both of her hands a fraction from her breasts, then moved them away and kept them cupped.

"We'll add an asterisk on the 'braless.' Open cup bras or bustiers allowed, any color is okay. Same with stockings and garters. Besides, I think the new CEO will like it."

Annie guzzled the remainder of the wine in her glass, not quite half of the original amount. She shook her head as she tilted it toward the bottle. Grace emptied the bottle into the glass.

"Thanks," Annie said, "I'm too sober for this conversation. No one knows shit about this woman. Why do you think that?"

"You know my friend Jake?"

"You mean your booty call Jake. The hacker or cracker or whatever computer dude."

"He's a good booty call. Try him out, you won't regret it. Anyway, he knows how to dig info out. He says her name is Margaret and she's apparently a nudist with an excellent bod."

"So she, what, goes to nudist spas or whatever? We did that last couple years, lots of fun. But this is work. Horn dogs one and all or not, work."

"Work full of warm to hot horn dog bods," Grace said.

She stood and walked to a cupboard, opened it, and pulled out a bottle. Annie took a long pull of her refreshed supply as Grace expertly popped the cork with a sommelier's corkscrew.

"You ever get fed up with copywriting," Annie said, "you can go back to restaurants."

"Still working toward the Master Sommelier level," Grace said with a smile as she refilled her glass then sat and continued speaking. "So we're agreed we're doing this on the 14th--."

"Agreed?" Annie's voice was amused.

Grace smiled broadly and offered her glass. Annie shrugged and clinked. They both drank and the brunette let out a sigh. But she smiled and spoke.

"So how we doing this? Just announce over the PA? That'll get us fired."

"Well, we'll start with Marie."

"Our Director. Huh?"

"And a total slut. Remember that remote control vibe while back you stick in your panties? I wrote the copy for that."

Annie raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"She asked me for one. Wore it for dunno how long, never gave it back, maybe she had it on today. Told me was only way she made it through some meetings. I only wore one for two days. She also asked me for one of the flashing butt plugs."

"Why do I get assigned blow job toys? Huh. Well. She's short, but not petite, but her tits sweeter 'n sweet, perfect for her bod. Her butt is, well, in those snug pants she wears, also perfect. Not like she's young, but could still rock a mini. Ah, hell. The 14th gonna be something. I'll start updating my résumé now."

They clinked glasses.

At the Behest of Management

Marie held up the forefinger of her right hand as Grace began to speak. The strawberry blonde chopped off a word and caught her tongue between teeth and lips. Annie's head swiveled to look at each woman in turn as they sat across a table that fit as an 'L' with Marie's desk.

Light brown hair cut in a bob without bangs shook slightly as the Director used her right foot to swivel her office chair side to side, her left leg crossed over the other. Her blouse was a lighter shade of grey than her slacks and fit snugly, three unemployed buttons offered a tease of rounded cleavage. Her gaze passed by the two subordinates and through a boring beige wall with a closed door behind them. The only break in the beige was a poster of a photo shoot of a dozen bikini-clad models on a beach, the shortest one clearly a younger version of the Director who looked beyond that poster.

Her eyes focused and she swiveled to face her desk. She pushed an intercom button down.

"Cheryl."

"Yeah, boss."

"Need you to check some Profs calendars for the 14th and if they've accepted the CEO presentation."

"Second." Sounds of typing. "Ready."

"Olivia Behar, Peggy Pearson, and Colin Cook."

More typing. "Boss, all listed as working that day. Got the CEO's meeting on their calendars."

"Thanks, Cheryl. You can go back to that Playgirl I know you keep hidden in your drawer."

"Those lame," the secretary's voice was amused, "got something better."

"In that case," Marie said firmly, "you're sharing or else you're fired."

She flicked the intercom off, but not before an instant of clear laughter came through.

"Okay, ladies," Marie said as she faced the pair and rolled forward to put her elbows on the table and rest her chin on her hands, "that's a good sign."

"Uh, I, everyone, knows Olivia, and why she's uh, well, a star for this plan. She already happily displays what she has, plenty of cleavage most days. Going the next step might be an easy sell with her," Grace said and held her hands in front of her breasts and Annie let out an amused huff, Marie grinned and nodded, "but Colin from the accounts department? And Peggy? She's got a bod that doesn't quit, but she mostly just hints. Colin has zero idea how handsome he is."

"Let's just say," Marie drawled, "there's a reason I'm the Director. I know things about my employees they don't even know."

The pair looked at Marie, then at each other, then back at the older woman who'd sat back in her chair and steepled her fingers. Their expressions gave off clear confusion. Marie shook her head.

"What Olivia has in her blouse is, well, obvious, even to overflying planes, and like you said, she makes no effort to hide it, and it's not like her ass isn't almost as sweet. She clearly sold her soul for that figure," the Director said, "so we definitely want her buying in. Either of you ever seen her topless?"

Grace and Annie glanced at each other, then both shook their heads.

"Me and Annie in a different gym to her," Grace said.

"You ladies living lives of deprivation," Marie said, "we'll try to fix that. And if the week goes like I think it can, Peggy and Colin will have key roles."

"I know Peggy likes guys, but Colin? I've seen him eye a few asses and tits when he thought no one was looking, so pretty sure he's straight. But, beyond that," Annie said. Her mouth stayed open but she simply shrugged.

"And both? Peggy's been moaning last couple of dudes flamed out on her," Grace added.

"Let's just leave it as my secret for now," Marie said, "at the behest of management."

She shrugged as the pair of younger woman looked at each other, their expressions questions with no answers. Marie grinned but stayed silent when they both looked at her. Then she looked at her watch and grimaced.

"Only gave you two fifteen minutes. Shit."

She spun and hit the intercom.

"Cheryl."

"Yo, boss a roni."

"Do that again, you're fired. What's my two o'clock?"

"Waterspout."

Marie smiled. "Call Wayne. Tell him we need to cancel. Urgent business. If he shows, tell him same thing. You enjoy telling him to go away. Find a slot next couple of days."

"I do. But can't on the latter, you're not in tomorrow and he's gone next week, I remember from scheduling this review."

"Ah, damn," Marie's voice didn't match her words, "oh well. Tell him to email me a summary.'

"His disappointment, I might blow. You've got the call with the Girl Scouts at half past two, them setting up in the lobby to sell cookies next month. Cancel?"

"Oh hell no. Those bitches will rip my head off and shit down my neck soon as they'd talk to me or you, get in the way of them selling their cookies. We'll be done by then."

"Got it, jefa."

Marie tapped the intercom and did another quarter spin. "So, ladies. Week from tomorrow we need everyone practically naked. Hell. By end of day, maybe we will have everyone naked. Now, about a quarter of our folks will be gone, it's vacation season. And I made clear that anyone who'd already scheduled their vacation to not change plans when our new CEO decided on a last minute visit."

Annie spoke up. "Uh, hey, Marie. About our new CEO, Grace thinks she won't mind the, um, show. Got some supposed inside info."

"Only couple of quick calls, but I'm certain she'll be into it. I'll let her know, good chance she'll join in. She's easy on the eyes."

Grace and Annie nodded. Marie spoke after a pause.

"Okay, ladies. How we pulling this off?"

"Uh, me and Annie talked about it," the brunette nodded along, "thought some sort of contest maybe."

Marie nodded slowly, before she gave the pair a sharp look. "Undercooked. But, maybe the right direction."

Grace started to speak, but Marie stopped her again with the upraised forefinger.

"I'm in the final stages of a deal with a new 'adult products' company," Marie said and the younger women gave knowing chuckles, "with some interesting new products. Remember that 'Aliens' movie while ago?"

"Yeah," Annie said and Grace added an 'uh-huh,' "about shit my pants couple of times watching it."

"Remember the double jaws?"

Grace nodded with a slight smile.

Annie shivered. "Argh. Yeah. What?"

Marie pushed her chair away from the table and spun it to face away from the seated pair. She bent toward a box on the floor and pulled something out, then rolled her chair. She stopped.

"Get ready for this," Marie said as she spun the chair.

She held up a white cloth drawstring bag. She loosened the top, reached in, and pulled out a glossy black item, seemingly made of rubber and plastic. It had a smooth, sloped top, but below that was what looked like a latticework of bony shapes. Along each side of the front third were sharp and jagged teeth in an open mouth. She set the bag on the table.

"Oh, holy shit," Grace said with an uncomfortable laugh, "that's--."

Marie's hidden hand moved a lever or something and a second, smaller set of jaws emerged from the open mouth and opened, smaller but no less sharp and jagged teeth.

"AAAHHH!" Annie snapped. "What is THAT?"

Marie rotated it, and within the inner mouth was a smooth, rubbery lining. She worked the lever and it moved back and forth. The inner tube shrank and grew.

"It's one of their new items. Know any guys interested in getting oral pleasure?"

Annie forced her chair back, the legs screeched through the commercial carpet. "FUCK! Do NOT give me that one. Besides, I've already had blow job toys. Unlike Grace, who test drives the butt plugs she gets. And nice vibes she share with you, uh..."

Marie laughed. Then she glared at Grace. "Spilling my secrets?"

"Oops," the strawberry blonde said as she jerked a thumb at Annie, "uh, only to her."

"Wish I had it on right now. Wore both. Good mileage out of that plug, too. Anyway. Okay, Annie. No more blow job toys for you."

She set the toy on the table and nudged it forward. "Give it try."

"NO." Annie snapped off the syllable. "Fire me if you have to, ain't touching it."

Marie laughed. Grace picked it up and moved the lever, stuck three fingers into the sheathed mouth and worked it back and forth.

"Got a nice feel to it," Grace said, "top quality suction. Cleaning slot. They know their business. But, uh, how will this help us for next week?"

Marie zipped back to the box, looked down and pulled out a smaller box, spun and returned at speed to the table. She set the small box down.

"Nipple clamps," Annie said as she moved her chair forward but also sideways away from Grace and what she held, "those I can work with."

"Good," Marie said, "because I need you two to model for me."

Both younger women looked at her with renewed confusion. Grace set the jawed implement of pleasurable death onto the table and spoke.

"We're not models. I mean, you are, well, used to be." She crooked her arm at the poster.

"Don't need you to walk the runway," Marie said, "don't worry. You're two of the hottest babes I've got here, and the fact you're both in miniskirts that only pretend to cover your sweet butts, and the insane idea you brought up which is why we're in here right now, I don't think you'll mind."

Annie slid the box and opened it. She pulled out a small and gleaming metal item wrapped in a small plastic bag.

"Sweet, but, uh, kinda odd looking from others," she said in a cooing tone.

"Try it on." Marie's voice had morphed to a command tone. Annie looked at her, her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Marie's stern expression didn't change, so the younger woman shrugged.

She quickly undid the four employed buttons on her light green blouse. Grace reached over and gathered it as her friend shrugged the short sleeves down her arms to reveal the lacy bra of the same color.

"Let me," Grace said. She quickly unsnapped the undergarment as Annie snorted. She let it drop and tossed it to the other young woman.

"Those are magnificent," Marie said, her voice low and lustful, "not Olivia's size, but mmm."

"I hide all of her bras when we're going out on the town. And topless beaches," Grace said.

Annie licked her lips and smiled and shrugged at both women. She used her fingers to coax a right nipple that'd already poked its head up, helped by the air conditioning but now wondering if something interesting was happening. She let out a slow breath as the nipple decided that something interesting was indeed happening.

Marie pulled a second clamp from the box and pushed them toward Grace. "Open it." Marie dug deeper into the box and palmed something.

First nipple ready, Grace handed a clamp to Annie. Her mouth popped open as she applied it. She didn't need much prep for the left one, as that nipple had seen what was happening and wanted in. It didn't need to wait long.

"Got 'em set?" Marie asked. Annie nodded and sat up straight, her chest pushed out. "Magnifico."

Marie's finger moved and Annie jumped, her ass left the chair and hit it with force. Her body straightened stiffly.

"AAAHHH! WHAT?" She pulled in and released choppy breaths. Her hands moved toward her tits.

"Don't touch them," Marie's voice again Authority. Her finger moved and Annie's body sagged.

"What?" Grace's head swiveled between the two.

Marie held up a small, rectangular item, dark gray, and showed a tiny switch and dial.

"Electrostim," Marie said. She put a finger on the dial and Annie shuddered for a moment. She set the dial to zero and flicked the switch.

Annie's body sagged, then she shook her head and sat up. Her right hand idly rubbed against the tip of a right nipple that'd grown well past its previous extent as she took a few rough breaths.

"Oh, wow," Annie said as she took a deep breath and held it, "AAAHHH. Fuck!"

Her body jerked as Marie grinned and a finger worked the control. She dialed it down and Annie's breathing settled into a hard rhythm. She shook her chest as her abs twitched. Her eyes went to slits as she glared at Marie.

"If... you don't stop... gonna--," Annie spat out.

"She's gonna blow, direct line tits to clit," Grace said with an amused tone. Annie gave her a middle finger as her glutes flexed and she rose and fell with increasing speed.

Marie chuckled. "So, what's the underwear situation? She gonna make a mess all over my chair?"

Her finger moved a fraction. Annie's eyes closed and her mouth opened.

"Bitch," she managed. Her skirt pushed up her thighs as her legs spread to a wide vee.

Grace bent and looked quickly between her friend's legs. "Matching undies."

Marie continued to dial the control up and down a smidgen, a broad smile ever present.

"Ooh. Those tits can take lots of punishment."

Annie's head arched back and she grabbed the sides of the chair's padded seat with both hands. Her legs bent as her thighs pressed together and rubbed.

"Do... your worst," Annie spat just before her mouth again locked open, harsh, short breaths blew out of it. The movement of her thighs increased and she rose and fell on the chair.

"AAAHHH!" She pumped her hips forward as she rose off the chair. She jerked back and landed hard. Her neck arched and she faced the ceiling.

"STOP! FUCK! PLEASE!"

Grace reached and held a shoulder as Marie thumbed the control to turn the clamps off as Annie's body slumped for a moment. She panted heavily as she sat up and straightened, her legs returned to the wide vee. Marie and Grace both leaned and looked between thighs as Annie's eyes remained closed and she took a few slow, deep breaths and held them.

"Messy," Marie said.

"Your chair might just survive," Grace added, "thanks to silk and a bit of cotton."

Annie raised both middle fingers. She straightened her neck and opened her eyes with a few blinks. "Fuckin' 'ell. These things. Glad I wore the hipsters and not the thong."

"Here's the deal," Marie said as she pointed at Grace. "First, you. Bra. Off and give me both."

"Huh?"

Marie simply glared. Annie grabbed the hem of the skin tight blue pullover with a low, square neckline and pulled it up. Grace snorted, knocked the hand away and pulled it off. She unhooked the bra and handed it and Annie's over. Marie accepted the tribute and set them on her desk next to the intercom.

"Annie, take 'em off for now. You two sit next to each other, right?"

"Yeah," Grace said.

"Thanks!" Annie's mouth popped open again as she undid the clamps with both hands. "Ah. Shit."

"Here's the deal. Don't wear them for more than ten or fifteen minutes, then few minutes between, you two know how to wear such things."

Both younger women nodded with assured smiles.

"Good. So. You," she pointed at Annie, "wear them off and on until three-thirty."

She slid the control to Grace, who accepted it. Her surprised expression morphed to gleeful malevolence. Annie glared.

"After that, trade. Grace wears 'em until five, Annie, you get the control. Take 'em home. Play to your heart's content."

"You're gonna pay, bitch," Annie said gleefully.

"Only if you're still alive," Grace said.

"That's the spirit, ladies. Now." Her last word was full command mode. Both topless women sat straight and looked at the woman who held sway over the building.

"Cheryl told me you were both surprised to discover that she'd already scheduled a meeting with me for you two, for one forty-five, when you asked if I had a slot sometime today. That you two had an idea. I'm glad I offered you the rope first. We'll all hang, hopefully by someone well hung."

Grace nodded while Annie smiled with slitted eyes as she softly rolled her right nipple between thumb and forefinger. Marie slid back and grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and returned and set the paper on the table. Both young women leaned to scan it, Annie giving her nipple a last squeeze.

"I need you both at this address at ten a. m. SHARP tomorrow. Keep that sheet, got some background info. DO NOT LET ANYONE OTHER THAN YOU TWO SEE IT. We'll be meeting with the client's exec team and hopefully sealing the deal. Do you both have stocking and garter sets?"

"Of course," in stereo as both heads looked up from the paper.

"Good. Pick your best ones and wear 'em. And your sweetest 'fuck me' heels. Skirts, blouses, blazers, but don't go extra short. Cover the stocking tops, but high slits good. No bras. No panties. Mind?"

"She's not wearing undies now," Annie growled, "her chair is dead meat once I get that control."

"And guess we're not wearing bras rest of today," Grace said. Marie flashed a grin.

"Cheryl will email you bit more background, these are only a couple of their toys. Work up some possible openers. Don't overthink 'em, these guys are solidly on the hook, just spitball so they feel good about what we'll deliver."

Marie paused, but looked directly at each topless woman in turn.

"But. You'll also be demonstrating using these, like, oh, what we just did. To show 'em we understand their goodies and go the extra mile."

"Ooh. So we'll, uh, not be dressed for most of the presentations? Why the stockings, nothing under?" Grace's question. Annie added an 'uh-yeah.'

"Yup. Exactly why. I trust you two can rock nothing but stockings, garters and heels. Not like you two wear much more here most days. Mind? We close the deal, count on some bonuses."

"We know what she is," Annie said as she jerked a thumb at Grace, "we're just discussing the price. I get sixty percent for pimping, she gets forty for working on her back."

"She's dreaming," Grace said and pointed at the bit of anatomy she mentioned, "see those scratches on her knees?"

"I'm the one getting the sixty. Knew I hired you two for a good reason," Marie said as she reached and grabbed the double-mouth blow job toy, "but this part. Got an idea among the folks in this building who could handle this? Couple of other items, that, well, impressive as you two are, you're not futanaris."

"Colin?" Annie said.

"Not a chance, maybe after the end of next week. We need someone who can pop a boner without needing a fluffer in front of a bunch of male and female suits and use this and maybe other items."

She held up the black implement of terrible pleasure.

"Ah. Um, sorry," Annie said, "drawing a blank. That thing shouldn't touch ANYONE!"

"Ah!" Grace practically jumped up. "Does he have to be an employee?"

Marie cocked her head. "Easier, but not necessarily. A dude not strictly necessary if I've got you two, but hey, I don't just want this deal, I want it at twenty percent higher than what's on the table. Who is it?"

"His name's Jake," Grace said, "he's a friend---."

"He's her number one booty call," Annie interjected.

Marie laughed. "He a good booty call?"

Grace grinned. "I call him, say 'get over here and fuck me.' He shows and---."

"He fucks her," Annie said, "from what I've been told, front, back, two, three, what, six times the record?"

"So far,' Grace said in a dreamy voice, "gonna go for ten one of these nights."

"What does he do for work?" Marie asked.

"Freelance computer stuff, don't really know details," Grace said.

"Ah," Marie said, "so he has his own business?"

Grace gave a half shrug and half nod. "Guess so."

"I can hire him as a consultant on a generous day rate, that way he can sign an NDA. Give him a call once we're done here and let Cheryl know if he's in. If he agrees, get his name and business registration number for her and she can make sure we have a contract ready for tomorrow. Don't bother briefing him with details, his job will be this."

She brandished the black implement of horror and pleasure.

"And don't show him the background sheet. His job is to simply be hard as long and as often as needed."

"Never been any issues with those requirements," Grace said with a happy lilt.

"Good. Does he know how to dress? Won't have it on for long, same as both of you. But, again, like you two, make the impression when we walk in."

"I've trained him," Grace said firmly. Marie slid the black fellatio toy into its bag and slid the bag toward her.

"Get this to him. He can practice."

"He loves those movies, doubt it'll be a problem. I'll invite him over tonight."

"Hey, boss," Annie said, 'all this sounds like great fun. But, next Friday."

Marie nodded. "Yes, grasshoppers, tomorrow's step one."

Grace and Annie glanced at each other, then looked at Marie.

"We seal this deal. They'll give us a bunch more goodies like these. I have a few in the box, but not enough." Marie said as she pointed at the clamps and jawed toy.

"We'll announce the deal 'round here on Monday, so plan some weekend time helping me work it up. Haven't shown you the numbers, but trust me, they'll be reason for some celebration. And it's summer. We'll divvy out goodies to everyone and use your contest idea. Offer bonuses for ideas and ramp up the contests for revealing clothing. I'll have ops up the air temp a degree each day, encourage fewer and thinner clothes, that'll save on AC costs anyway. We'll start out with shorter skirts and dresses, then without undies for peek-a-boo as hemlines top out as high as we can get them. Work the guys into summer linen and commando, then shorts. Lots of cleavage, but we'll announce Olivia is the judge and doesn't count so the rest of you know it's worthwhile competing. Semi-public testing of the new toys for bonuses. Wait, till, oh, Thursday morning, to announce 'Tomorrow is 'tight, white, transparent, And braless,' so no one can overthink it. We'll figure out the precise schedule and verbiage over the weekend. One question, Grace."

"Yeah?"

"Your booty call. Your deal?"

"He's got a couple others," Grace said after a moment's thought, "keep trying to get Annie to give him a ride."

Marie laughed. "Well, if I like the cut of his jib, I have an opening in my calendar for tomorrow night."

Grace took a moment before she smiled in comprehension. "Likely not an issue. I'll, uh, hint. Sweetener for blowing off computer work tomorrow. Tell him an 'ex-model' is interested. But, uh, after our deal tomorrow, I'm thinking I'll be raging, Was kinda hoping to--."

Marie grinned. "Same here. I think we can work something out, if he's willing and able."

Grace raised an eyebrow, and added a wide smile.

Marire glanced at her watch, her voice again a command tone.

"Annie, get those on." She pointed at the clamps. Annie nodded and reached. Marie pushed the clamp's box toward the young woman.

"There's a charging cradle for the clamps in the box, little booklet if you can't figure it out. They should last the afternoon, unless you two go extra nuts. Control has a watch battery, should be fine. Range is only a few feet, get too far away, they turn off. Now, I don't care one way or the other, either put your tops back on, or not. And go. You two have work to do. You."

She pointed at Grace. "Know how to use the control? If you leave it on too long, well, what IT thinks is too long, it'll shut off automatically."

Grace nodded as she worked her top over her head.

Annie stood up and slid her arms into her blouse. She did up only the bottom three buttons, which left it looser around her breasts than it had been when she'd arrived so the clamps were only hinted at, although that left them clearly visible from certain angles. Her cheeks still held the merest hint of the red they'd gained during her first run with the clamps. She jumped and yelped.

"Bitch," she growled at Grace, who thumbed the control off.

"Gonna be fun."

"Till three-thirty. Then you're dead, slut. And that top is second skin. And mostly see-through in the floor lighting. Your tits and these'll be beautifully obvious. Practice for next week."

"At least seeing mine won't cause people running away," Grace said. She thumbed the dial again, up and back. Annie stiffened and glared.

"Keep that spirit, ladies, you two going to be very busy for a while. Keep that toy in the bag till you're with booty call, deflect questions about the clamps. Tell anyone you need to you've both decided to take tomorrow off for a day of dedicated sixty-nining. Now, get the hell out of my office and get to work. If I don't get on this call, those cookie-selling psychos will hunt me down and it'll be shit down my neck time."

Grace folded the sheet of paper in half, then picked up the blow job toy's bag with the same hand and stood. Her other thumb moved a fraction and Annie grunted and shivered.

"Whore," she snapped as she grabbed the box for the clamps, then spun and pulled the door open. Grace laughed and swiped the dial up then off. Annie growled again as her shoulders shook.

"Close the door, Grace," Marie ordered. The strawberry blonde obeyed.

The New Client

Grace's view of the long conference table lost focus as her eyes went to slits. The coterie of men in sharp suits and women in sharper skirts and blouses or dresses seated around it were for a moment simply human shapes. The moan, or grunt, or groan, should have been forced out of her body, but had struggled to get past the ball gag and did little more than push bubbles of drool past the obstruction. Her body would've been pushed forward, but the leash that ran to the faux-fur lined collar around her neck held her in place. Her breathing was hard and fast through her nose, the wide collar's hidden nubs kept most of the pressure against the tips of her collarbones to allow her to breathe more easily. But not easily enough. Her brain refused to care as it was almost entirely focused on the assaults focused on her crotch.

From behind and above, she heard Annie's voice. Dripping with confidence, lust, and authority. And just a hint of breathiness from her exertions. Grace knew that one of her hands controlled the leash.

Tears were forced into Grace's eyes to up the fuzziness of the watchers as the fingers that played at her beyond fully erect clit weren't fingers. Well, they were. Annie's fingers. They'd been there before today. Not on any regular occasion, but there was no harm in fucking your best friend now and again. But those fingers had never been, no, had never had attached to them, whatever straight from Satan's workshop stimulator vibes they had now. At that same moment, the entirety of the huge, orange, rubber dong had just been buried deep into her slit as those fingers had played at clit and lips. She knew that both because it currently rested somewhere near her stomach and because it'd been Annie's crotch slamming into her that had tightened the leash and thus the collar.

And it had pushed the not at all small butt plug deeper. Thin flesh was squeezed between it and the very definitely also not small orange intruder.

Annie who was a dead woman fucking. Annie who'd pushed the pussy and anal violators even deeper as she'd leaned. Grace knew that because that violator now nudged her diaphragm and her torso shimmied when those satanic finger toys went at her right nipple. Her vision went black for a moment as her eyes blinked. Which only smeared the tears and her vision more.

"These fingertip vibrators," Annie said in a slow and deep voice of authority as Grace tried but her inability to move kept her tit in reach despite her efforts, "offer incredible control. We have to highlight that the inside lining transmits the feel of the flesh that you're forcing to grow. It's wonderful."

A murmured change to the ongoing low buzz of conversation ran through the crowd. Grace's fuzz tried to focus on Marie, who sat at the near end of the conference table. But she was turned toward the attendees not part of their trio. Most of whom her oxygen-deprived brain and problematic eyes told her all smiled. Or smiled and nodded. Or smiled and took notes. Or, Grace had thought one of the women had a hand between her legs. Or something. Her thought process derailed when her brain was forced back to her crotch.

"This collar and leash," Annie said as she pulled back, "give good control for me to keep my slave in place."

The bitch was dead. So dead. Grace's eyes fluttered. Tears dropped.

"You can all see how erect her nipples are," Annie continued. That was mostly true, although there were occasional interruptions to Grace's left tit. Her arms were out of the way, being held by the furry handcuffs that locked her hands and arms behind her back. Her long hair had been corralled into a strawberry blonde ponytail that fell like a narrow waterfall over her left shoulder and swung slightly with her movements. She was on her knees on the firm but padded platform. Her midsection from belly button to just below her breasts rested on a raised platform.

With her head held back, only the occasional swing of her ponytail waterfall obstructed the view of her tits for the audience. And nipples that were so erect the pleasure and pain were inseparable.

"Those are truly impressive," a woman with near black long hair and her own large breasts well exposed by her deeply plunging wrap dress and seated halfway along the table said. A few voices added agreeable murmurs.

"Two of my best," Marie said proudly.

Annie's hand with the evil attachments went back to Grace's clit. One forced its way into the stretched pussy and was squeezed between the hard flesh at the top of her passage and the retreating orange intruder.

Grace's chest stuttered as she tried, but failed, to pull the full amount of oxygen that her muscles needed. Spasms ran along her torso and ass and thighs. Cramps intensified the pains in her locked shoulders but simply mixed with the shooting pleasures emanating from her cunt.

"We'll offer your customers guides that build up for the truly adventurous a way to match the depravity of my victim." Annie's voice kept it's deep tone, but the breathiness had been upped as she pumped her hips. "But I think you all deserve a view of the true action."

There was a click, and Annie buried the dong fully. The trapped body jerked, Annies left hand held the leash tight and pressed down on the back. She shuffled her feet and the platform spun ninety degrees. Another click locked it in place.

Annie slowly pulled the strapped-on dong to reveal it to the watchers who now viewed the pair from the side. As it was freed, it dripped slick goo. Each time the standing brunette thrust it forward it forced that goo past stretched lips where it ran down Grace's thighs and droplets hit Annie's legs. The standing woman's right arm reached under to apply vibrating fingers to crazed flesh and her left hand held the leash and played it back and forth. But never fully released the pressure.

More drool dripped past the gag. Sweat was visible on both bodies. It dripped onto the platform from the slave's body. A few tiny rivulets on the mistress as she fucked and fingered her trapped victim.

"It's a sign of Grace's true sexual abandonment that she's even alive at this point." Annie's voice added an evil smirking tone. "The incredible control offered by these new vibes, this fake prick, and her restraints, mean I can keep her at a sexual peak far longer than a normal person could survive."

Grace wondered if any of the watchers knew Morse code. Could she turn her head and blink out 'I am going to murder this bitch'? It wasn't that she was resisting the massive, potentially fatal, orgasm, that was so close. So, so close. One that she was desperate, beyond desperate, for. No. The bitch was intentionally denying her. Grace knew she was talented enough herself to edge a cock or clit pretty decently, but Annie had some sort of sixth sense. She could keep a man or woman at the peak without giving them release for as long as she wanted to. Grace remembered a woman who'd passed out, a man who'd cried and begged for his mother. With these new weapons, Annie could kill.

She needed to be stopped.

And the bitch had immediately worked out how to make those tiny vibes part of her fingers, of herself. Grace needed to cum. To blow. Her brain, starved of oxygen by blood that itself was starved of oxygen, but even had it been full of the gas, most of her blood was locked in her clit. And in her nipples. And her raging pussy.

All of it desperate for release. The intruder spread her open, then let her close as it continued to plow its path. The plug pressed and forced sensations as its partner drove against it and released. Annie's damnable fingers danced, without ever offering that one touch, just the one, that would burst the dam.

"We'll explore more back at our office. We'll test out these items on folks who are, well, of normal sexual experience and desires. Guides for the curious to build. And guides for true sex fiends like Grace here, although we have no one else so wanton as she is."

Grace managed to turn her head, intending to send her likely forlorn message. She confirmed that one woman, most of the way along the table, had pushed her chair back and had her widely spread heels against the table. Her arm's movements made clear what she rubbed. The nearest man, the one across from Marie, pumped a hard cock he'd pulled from his suit pants. Both of their eyes, as were all of them, locked on the scene.

Then Annie's tug forced her to look straight ahead again, message not even half sent. She closed her eyes. Tried to move. Only managed shivers and spasms.

It'd started out smoothly. Jake was, remained, hidden. Enter on cue to come. Marie had introduced the pair only, gone through a quick spiel as her two models had essentially done strip teases down to the ordered heels and stockings. They'd split the pair of nipple clamps she'd given them and worn them to the meeting. Event. Execution. Whatever it was. Marie had the controller and teased them with hits as they'd stripped.

The client had been prepared for the sequences of events. It wasn't exactly a bed, it was a padded platform in front of a long conference table. The vertical riser that split part of it. At the far wall was a regular table with a sheet covering a number of items.

Then one of the clients had walked to the table, the one in the plunging wrap dress. She introduced herself as Asami, her name and beautiful face Japanese. Her accent and height, even without her impressive heels, were West Coast American. Her form-fitting wrap dress reached to mid-calves, but with each step it swung from the single connection at her waist to expose most if not all of her shapely legs. Its deeply plunging neckline showed impressive natural tits that spoke a universal tongue, whichever genetic heritage had granted them.

She'd exposed a selection of vibrators of various shapes and sizes. Grace and Annie had each made multiple choices and laid them in rows on the table. They'd sat on the platform and scooted into place next to each other and spread their legs to expose their bushes, one dark brown, the other red, both trimmed short and in matching heart shapes. They and Marie had discussed potential taglines and copy as Asami had brought them the different models they'd identified to work through, until they'd both brought themselves to climax. Then they'd been guided to the table for the next revelation as the sheet moved.

Annie had squealed and immediately grabbed a bullwhip and a crop. She'd gotten a round of applause when she'd cracked the whip so loudly it threatened to break the frosted windows that lined the wall behind the table of toys. Grace had picked up two butt plugs, large and, well, holy shit.

"Grace is our butt plug expert," Marie had said and Annie had punctuated that with another whip crack, "go ahead. Demonstrate."

Grace had finished herself off with a double-pronged vibrating dildo during the opening, so she'd chosen the large. She'd sniffed at the array of smaller ones, down to not much more than a pinky finger. But the 'holy shit' one, nah. After a good, hard reaming, it might be fun. Asami had applied lube from one of the many bottles available.

"Let me," the Japanese-American woman had said. Grace handed it off, turned and bent over. Annie cracked the whip again. Grace had moaned as the gleaming silver plug was driven into its snug temporary home. She'd stood.

"Oh, that's a feeling," she'd said.

"We're working on a vibrating one," Asami had said, "not quite ready."

Annie had returned her attention to the table. As Grace had turned and bent over to shake and display her plugged ass, her partner in sexual modeling had picked something up. As Grace stood and turned her back to the other woman, Annie secured the collar around her neck. When Grace looked at her, there was a ball gag in one of her hands, and a leash in the other. She'd held those up and then pointed at the large orange dong and strap-on set.

"I think we know who's going to be driving this car," Annie had growled. Asami had laughed. Grace had smirked.

"Do your worst," she'd said. Annie's grin had been evil as she'd prepped the strawberry blonde with gag and leash. Asami grabbed a scrunchie and insisted Grace pull her hair into the ponytail. She'd wondered, but why not. Then the sultry woman led her to the platform and guided her into position, a crank on the side adjusted the vertical riser to match so she could rest on it and her knees, leaving her ass and pussy perfectly placed for Annie as that woman had strapped on the orange intruder. A click and Asami had slowly rotated the platform a full three-sixty, with a pause when Grace's ass faced the conference table.

Asami had grabbed the base of the butt plug and shaken it. "This is a very hungry ass. I think we're going to have an incredible show."

It was only after the driver of this car had unnecessarily lubed up the intruder for its insertion into its already sodden target that Asami had quietly given Annie the finger vibes and whispered into her ear. Grace had still been able to look behind her, had seen Annie's evil grin go demonstrably wicked. Then Asami had pulled Grace's arms back and locked her wrists.

And the torture had begun.

"Show of hands," Annie said brightly, with puffed breaths interjected and the sounds of hers and Grace's flesh slapping with each pump sounded between words, "should I let her cum?"

Grace tried to scream out. Of course, that was hopeless. She twisted her neck slightly, tried again the Morse code a college fuck buddy had taught her by blinking. Nope.

ESP. "Vote yes, you fuckers. You mother fuckers better vote---."

"Let her blow," Asami had said in a clear, commanding voice.

Annie laughed. Grace's body stiffened as the full length orange assault weapon had suddenly started a rippling vibration.

Motherfucking evil motherfucker who designed this motherfucking stuff! Grace's brain hadn't lost the ability to form words. But only the crudest. One, a second, then a third and fourth hard, fast push that opened up every inch of the victim's pubic anatomy.

Then Annie grunted hard, as even with the leash and much of her weight through her left arm on top of the victim, she couldn't prevent Grace from popping off the padded surfaces. Her right arm and hand fought to hold their spot between legs that spasmed to drive a horribly overstimulated clit to the explosion it'd dreamed of for the last twelve hours.

Or however long this had been going on.

Grace's back arched to its maximum, even as Annie worked the leash and pressed to hold her. Onlookers couldn't be blamed for worrying about the bent spine snapping. Long, taut legs visibly flexed and tensed and her nicely firm abs rippled. Her tits bounced. Her eyes scrunched closed so hard, muscles might've been torn. Her mouth widened beyond even the ball gag to force out the loud groan, followed by a mostly-muted ululated scream.

Annie continued to pump the orange intruder as cum gushed and sprayed past the fake prick. She let out her own hard moans and wordless shout.

Grace's head shook as her spine relaxed slightly, visible spasms ran up her legs and her hips fought against the massive shaft pinning them in place. After her victim's last, full-body spasm, Annie buried the prick to its full depth and left it in place, letting it continue its rippling vibration, but she pulled her right fingers free from flesh engorged with blood that they'd finally decided to leave alone. The impaled body quivered and visible tics ran up and down her legs and torso.

Every watcher around the table rose to their feet and applauded. A man and a woman put fingers in mouths and whistled.

"Bravo!" Asami shouted. "Magnificent!"

Grace's body collapsed. Annie's arm tensed to hold the victim's upper body in place as it drooped from the vertical riser. Her rear had nowhere to go, but the power drained from her legs, leaving only more small twitches that were timed with the quivering shaft that impaled her.

Annie ran a thumb across fingertips, and the little vibes went silent. Then she bent forward, shaft still buried, and quickly unhooked the ball gag. It dropped to the platform.

Grace let out racking, ragged breaths. Drool gushed, then dripped from her mouth as it hung open as she faced the growing puddle on the padded surface.

Annie tugged on the leash. Grace's head rose and turned. Her eyes fluttered open. Annie spoke in a rough and firm voice. "Acknowledge your fans, slave."

Rivulets of drool on her lips and chin, Grace smiled. The audience stilled their hands as her mouth tried to form words. Her voice was a ragged croak. "Hope you enjoyed the show. I gonna kill the bitch."

Annie laughed as did the client's personnel. They resumed their applause.

"AAAHHH," Grace yelped as Annie jerked the orange intruder free. The victim'sknees left the platform, but Annie held her hips in place at the edge of the platform.

"That's for being rude to our wonderful hosts," Annie growled.

A selection of viscous fluids from Grace's viciously fucked pussy were shaken from the jiggling orange monster. Annie hit a button on the side of the strap-on with her elbow and the low hum stopped, it continued to bounce with her slow and deep breaths. She caressed Grace's ass cheeks, the little vibes restarted to pull yet more tiny tics from the strained flesh.

The applause continued as Marie walked from her position at the head of the table. She strutted to stand perpendicular to Grace, her skin tight not-quite knee-length skirt outlined her ass to perfection. Heels as high as those on her ladies emphasized calves and hamstrings that also matched the younger women's. She held the panting Grace's cheeks in her hands and bent at the waist. The long slit at the back of the skirt exposed the bare skin above her stockings and at full extent gave a glimpse of uncovered ass and pussy as she slowly turned Grace's head and gave her a slow and deep kiss. That kicked up the applause another notch. As she released the younger woman and stood, Asami approached. Marie walked around the platform and stood next to Annie, who bent and they kissed as Marie stroked the fake prick with her left hand.

Asami bent in front of Grace. Her kiss was longer than Marie's, deeper. Her fingers went to distended nipples and rolled them between fingers and thumbs. She broke the kiss and released the nipples. But she continued to softly stroke Grace's cheek as she spoke to Marie.

"I think we're just about there," Asami said as she and Marie looked at each other, Grace's breathing again ragged through her mouth and Annie's fake member still prominently displayed, "you have one more surprise for us?"

"I think you'll enjoy it," Marie said confidently.

"Indeed," Asami said as she caressed a cheek and Grace pressed her head against the hand, "and I may have my own surprise."

She turned and walked toward her seat at the table.

"Annie," Marie said, "release the prisoner while I set up the next act."

They kissed again. Marie walked toward her chair.

"Yeah, bitch," Grace snapped, her voice still rough, "obey."

Annie jerked the leash slightly. Grace growled. "Quiet, slave."

Then the brunette leaned and unsnapped it from the collar. The freed torso fell slightly, before muscles firmed with a grunt. Annie unhooked the cuffs and Grace yelped again as her arms fluttered and spasmed slightly with their freedom. Hands went to the platform.

Annie laughed loudly as she pulled the plug from Grace's ass with a single, rapid pull.

"OH FUCK!" Grace's scream was clear without the gag in place.

"You whore!" The strawberry blonde ponytail swung wildly as Grace rose to a kneeling position and shouted. She glared at Annie, who laughed, along with the applause and laughter from the conference table.

Annie undid the buckles and removed the strap-on. She spoke firmly to Grace as she walked to the table. "Wait there, slave."

She deposited the orange intruder and the fingertip vibes.

Grace growled, her hands rubbed around her brutalized asshole. "Ow!"

Annie picked up the riding crop from the table before she returned to stand alongside her friend. Grace eyed the item through slits. Annie's eyes were soft as she offered her free arm to help the other woman onto her feet, a solid gesture as Grace swayed and grunted anew before she settled on her very high stilettos. Then Annie gestured with the crop. Grace stuck her tongue out.

"Got water over there," she said as she flourished the crop, "don't get uppity, unless..."

Grace's stride smoothed after a couple of steps and she nudged Annie away as they arrived in the corner. Grace grabbed a bottle of water, popped the cap, and guzzled.

Marie looked across the conference table. The others sat down and gave her their attention. Asami gave the two younger women a lustful look. Annie elbowed Grace, who bowed while giving Annie a side-eye.

"My two ladies will lead creating the campaign, and additional write ups," Marie said, to approving responses, "from very personal experience. Which will continue. Right, ladies?"

"Better believe it boss," Grace's voice smoother but with rough edges and she jerked a thumb at Annie, "but she might not live through it."

That received another round of laughter and a raspberry from the brunette. Marie shrugged.

"As Annie said, we'll pull in some of our less experienced colleagues next week. We go as many extra miles as we need to. No matter how far." Marie continued and Annie snorted. "Now. In addition to my ladies, we brought a special guest. Jake, I hope that last round inspired you."

Marie spun in her chair and everyone's attention went to the door that opened. A man entered. His dark hair cut short, a modern fade. His clean-shaven face firm, but not sharply angular. His height somewhere a bit over six feet, just above the pair from the first act in their extreme heels. His matched blazer was over a fitted shirt. His fitted, creased slacks were tight enough that the crotch and right thigh only obscured and didn't hide what was in there. A round of applause.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he said in a smooth baritone as he bowed, when he straightened he held out an arm toward Grace and Annie, "not sure I can surpass their show, but I'll certainly try."

"No time to waste---," Marie said. Asami interjected. Marie turned, let the other woman speak.

"I know we discussed the rules, Marie," the woman said as she leaned her chair back, her legs crossed and the split of the wrap dress allowed the entirety of both bare legs in their strappy heels to be fully exposed, "but I'm changing them."

She stood. Marie nodded, but spoke. "You're sure?"

Asami stood and placed a hand on Marie's shoulder as she paused while walking.

"That new number you mentioned for the fee?" She asked as she looked down.

"Ah, yes."

"Those two," Asami pointed at the all-but-naked pair who both drank from water bottles, Grace's hair plastered down, but Annie's not exactly pristine, "convinced us to pay the extra twenty you want. Now."

Asami strutted to stand next to Jake, and half turned as she slid her arm around his.

"If this one can best me, we'll add another ten on top of that."

Jake looked slightly down to meet the woman's eyes, then turned his head to look at Marie.

"What's the contest?" Marie asked. She gave Jake a tiny shrug. He nodded.

"I don't lose, if it's a sex bet," Jake said firmly.

Asami smiled. "It is. And neither do I. Let's get rid of these clothes."

She led him to the row of wall pegs, some of which were already occupied by Grace's and Annie's discarded garments. He slid his jacket off as Asami undid the buttons of his shirt, his work done, he put it on a hook. Asami slickly undid his belt and button, then pulled his shirt up and undid the last button. She let out a slow, deep hum as he pulled the shirt off to reveal a slender build that displayed solid pecs and six-pack abs. He put it on top of the jacket. The woman looked him in the eyes as she slowly, very slowly, pushed the zipper down.

"The girls kept their shoes, I will too," she said with an added edge of huskiness as she held the freed flaps of his slacks together, "you don't."

He held her eyes as he pushed off first one loafer, then the second. Used his feet to slide them sideways. Asami crouched and lowered herself as she opened the slacks and lowered them at the same speed.

"Oh, my," she said as her eyes stopped at the same level as the very hard prick that'd bounced free and quivered in front of her face, her voice gained more husky hoarseness, "this is beyond impressive."

A couple of still-seated women around the table let out hums. One licked her lips, as did one of the men.

"Marie," Asami said firmly as she guided Jake to step out of the discarded garment, "you've been holding out on me."

Marie chuckled. "Not me, talk to my girl Grace there. She's the one been hiding this hunk from us all."

Asami stood, looked at the strawberry blonde. "Naughty, naughty, girl. Hope you're gonna be sharing moving forward."

"Don't argue, ladies," Jake said, "enough of me to go around."

"You can say that again," the woman at the table who'd licked her lips said.

Asami held out her arms and commanded Jake. "Undo me."

He smiled and reached forward. There was only a single hidden hook at the waist, on the woman's left side. He used both hands, unhooked it, but held it in place and two sets of dark eyes met. He nodded and opened her dress.

"Oh, shit. Those bigger than yours, Annie," Grace whispered, "course, so are disappointingly small blueberries."

"You're a teenage boy next to her," Annie whispered back, "a malnourished teenage boy."

Asami spun and Jake pulled her dress off. He smoothed it and one more hook accepted clothing. She spun again and faced him. Her breasts were round and large, with perfectly round but almost invisible areolas and surprisingly small nipples that were only a shade darker than her skin,

"And?" She glanced down. He let out a happy hum and squatted. His hands went to her tanga panties a shade lighter blue than the dress. His hands went to the waistband, but he made a show of a slow and deep inhale.

"Messy," he said as he looked up.

She smiled as she looked down and pointed at the bickering pair. "Those two. I'm only human."

He laughed as he pushed the thin cloth down her legs to expose a dark landing strip, then worked them past each very high heel. He stood and held them to his nose and inhaled again. His cock jumped and quivered, surrounded by equally dark pubic hair trimmed short into a landing strip.

"Can I keep them?" He raised an eyebrow.

Asami grinned. "You win, they're yours. And if you do, I'll make a rainbow set messy for you next week."

His already impressive cock seemed to thicken and lengthen.

"But hold on to them for a moment," she ordered, then she grabbed his prick and turned them. She led him by the fleshy leash and guided him to the platform. She quickly used the foot lock and spun it, locked it and invited him to sit with his back to the raised portion. She pointed to the soaked blue cloth.

"Use those, I'll be right back." He smirked, and wrapped the garment around his prick and stroked slowly. She smiled broadly, turned, and walked toward the toy table.

"Annie," Asami ordered, "a hand."

Annie set the water bottle down and met the other woman at the table. Asami rolled the sheet to expose another row of toys. The black, double-jawed blow job toy was suddenly in sight. Annie let out a sharp breath and stiffened. Asami laughed.

"Grace," she said as she picked up the alien horror and Annie shuffled back, "take this to Jake, but tell him to not use it."

The strawberry blonde slapped Annie's ass as she passed. "Lame ass!"

Annie growled.

"You heard the woman," Grace said as she handed the toy off, then bent and they kissed hard and deep, but fast. She smirked as she walked around the platform and returned to her corner. Her formerly tired expression had mostly been replaced by bright eyes, although her hair remained worse for the recent experience.

Asami picked up a grey, triangular item. It had a switch on the front, a sticker with a number '3' on it, and a protrusion on the back that was angled upward and curved forward. A rippled set of nubs occupied the top, shorter side. Straps extended from each vertex. Annie returned to position next to Asami.

"Hey, this vibe is, uh, oh! A g-spot nub, and one for the clit," she said.

Asami turned to look at Marie. "Your ladies are quick on the uptake." She turned back. "Put it on me."

She held it as Annie obeyed and Asami guided it into place, pushing the nub into her slit that been well prepared by the show. Annie connected the straps around the woman's legs, hips and back. Asami gave it a last adjustment, then picked up a small rectangular item that also had a '3' on it. She thumbed a tiny switch.

"Ah, a control," Annie said, "like the nipple clamps."

Asami let out a slow breath as she thumbed a second control. A very low hum emanated from her crotch.

"Perfect," she said, then her voice morphed to show she was no less familiar with command than Marie, "Annie, pick out one of these and put it on. They're sized, the number matches the control with the same number."

She picked up a couple, held them near their target location and finally settled on '5.' Asami helped her put it on, then grabbed the matching controller and quickly thumbed it. Another low hum. Annie's mouth opened in a smile and her eyes flashed. Asami turned the device off.

Then she tossed the control to Grace. Annie's mouth locked slightly open.

"Have fun, you two," Asami said as she grabbed a bottle of lube and strode to stand just to the side of where Jake slowly stroked his very ready prick with the sodden undies. She nodded and glanced at the toy.

"You used that before?"

"Last night, I know it well."

"You used it. I designed it. Get ready."

He put the blue cloth to his nose and mouth, inhaled deeply, then set the garment aside. He picked up the blow job toy straight from Annie's nightmares.

Asami looked at Marie.

"The contest," Asami said as she handed the control to her device to Jake, he raised an eyebrow as he accepted it, "the first one of us to cum, loses. He comes first, you don't get the extra ten. I come first, you get it. The wild card."

She sat on the platform and squirmed to snuggle next to him. She pointed at the control. "Know how to use?"

"Like the nipple clamps?"

"Yes."

"Then I do."

"The kicker," Asami said as she looked back at Marie and uncapped the lube to add some to the shivering prick, "he controls my toy. I'm going to be controlling that. I'm guessing that not even a crew as sexually diligent and deviant as these three found EVERYTHING it can do in one night."

Jake laughed as he handed the toy over to its creator and positioned the vibrator's control in his left hand. Asami spread her legs wide, set her left over his right.

"One more rule," she said, "Jake, you get to touch my vibe, make sure it's in place against my clit and g-spot. After that, no direct touching of flesh with hands."

He investigated, pressed the vibe, then wiggled it. She squirmed slightly. He nodded and tapped it, gave a thumbs-up. She leaned and he rested his right arm along the vertical riser and she snuggled closer.

Then she whispered in his ear. He raised an eyebrow and turned and looked at the toy table.

"Which one?"

"I'll tell you after I win."

He laughed. "You know what you'll be getting when I win. Handle it?"

"It'll be a challenge. But only if you win. Marie."

The ex-model had a slightly confused expression, but simply said "yeah?"

Asami used the obvious handle to extend the inner lips, then positioned it at the tip of the hard and lubed penis. At her nod, Jake adjusted his grip on the control and set thumb and finger in place.

"We start on three. Count up, please." Marie did so.

Annie jumped slightly and pressed her legs together, sweat and other fluids ran in thin rivulets. She set her right hand on the toy table to stay up. She worked to keep her breathing and moans silent. She glared at Grace, who smiled broadly and flourished the control.

They'd sidled along the toy tables until they had a side-on view if the battle on the platform, when Marie had stopped them with a hard glance. Grace throttled the vibe up and down, but hadn't yet stopped it completely. Whether Annie survived depended on how long the mutual masturbators held out.

"Bitch!" Annie's whisper likely wasn't heard by anyone at the conference table. All attention from there was on the show on the platform.

"It goes up to eleven," Grace whispered back, "only on seven now."

The strawberry blonde's finger moved. Annie's eyes shut and her mouth went wide. Her legs bent and straightened in a slow rhythm.

"That's eleven," Grace whispered, "not marked. Need to hold a tiny button on top."

Their conversation, and the buzzing of the vibrator assaulting Annie's privates was washed out. Even Grace wasn't sure if Annie had heard. Not that she cared. She nudged the control to eight and turned to watch the contest on the platform. Annie's jerky movements lessened.

Grace pushed it to eleven. Annie's body jerked and her face with their scrunched eyes looked at the ceiling. Her hand had a death grip on the table. So much goo forced its way against and past the dam that it deadened the angry buzz. The brunette's body did a full body shiver and only her grip on the table and Grace's right arm around the climaxing woman's waist kept her upright. She opened her eyes and they shot daggers at her torturer. The response was a protruding tongue. The vibe's speed dropped.

"Have a rest I'll keep it at ten," Grace whispered.

Annie gave her the middle finger of her left hand.

All eyes remained on the battle.

Jake's left thumb moved and Asami's eyes went to slits. Her body jerked slightly and she opened her legs even wider. The buzz between them was angry.

Her right thumb shifted and Jake grunted as the black toy that thumb shared control of was a blur and two hands pumped it up and down. Her slender arms showed deceptively defind muscles. The inner jaws appeared and disappeared in a slightly arhythmic pattern as it moved.

"Tricky, tricky," Jake spat out, "didn't find that."

Asami grinned, then grimaced as Jake's thumb moved again. "Secret. Massager. Head. Ah. You... found---."

"Eleven," he said, "or twelve."

Both bodies dripped sweat. Each grimaced and forced moans through clenched teeth as their battle continued. But neither had as yet been broken.

By Grace's count, this was Annie's third full climax, with no respite after, A syeady stream of goo forced past the toy and down legs. The torture hadn't stopped. She wasn't interested in edging the brunette, forced orgasms could be a very effective punishment. That they needed to stay near silent just added to her enjoyment as Annie quivered and shook next to her. Marie had glared at them once, when a combination of Annie groaning and Grace laughing had apparently made it past the cacophony on the platform.

But she'd not chased them back to their corner.

Grace wondered what would happen first. Annie passing out, or one of the warriors on the platform breaking. If the former happened before the latter, would anyone notice? Or care? Her eyes were drawn to the conference table. At the far end, the black woman with a beautiful, colorful dress, was bent over the far end. She rested on one arm, the other reaching beneath her. Behind her, a blond man fucked her from behind. Both sets of eyes locked on the sexual combat that the participants had seemingly decided represented not only the honor of their respective companies, but also their personal reputations. Of the rest, only Marie seemed able to avoid either outright masturbation or at minimum, sliding fingers inside a bra or pants for focused touches.

So the quivering, spasming Annie dropping in a heap would likely not be noticed. And Grace planned to keep the vibe running once that happened.

Asami's arms were blurs. She'd refreshed the lube a few times with quick squirts when she hit maximum extent, only the dark red, thick, head of the erection was still contained. She'd apparently anticipated the need and had chosen a bottle that allowed spray application. Even then, there was no pause in movement.

Jake mostly locked eyes with his competitor. But he spared glances down her body. Her small but very erect nipples jutted from breasts that jiggled, movement that confirmed they were indeed products of whatever genetic mix was her heritage, not a surgeon's scalpel. But only jiggled. He scanned long legs with solid but not overly distinct muscles for clues. At her abs that rippled as she used her full upper body to drive the toy.

Both faces showed determination. Focus. But also strain.

Grace knew the reason why she'd not blown a load long before her sweet orgasm had finally come. But how could these two hold out, even as she forced Annie to yet another climax? She knew from experience that Jake could read a woman, well he read HER, could drive her slow or fast, knew just pounding at full speed wouldn't do it. Whatever path he'd chosen on any night, and there were many, he'd never left her wanting. How could this tall, beautiful bitch still be holding out? These vibrators were deadly, the near-comatose Annie ample demonstration. They'd discovered that double-jawed toy of evil, for those who might actually USE it, had truly been designed to be used. Designed by someone with deep knowledge of male anatomy.

The grunting, groaning, moaning, sweating pair were truly masters.

She tightened her grip on the woman's waist as Annie's gasp forced her attention back to the control in her left hand. That she'd left at ten. She used the hidden button, upped it to max, Annie's heels left the floor and a silent scream and her fluttering legs signaled yet another orgasm.

Was that six? No matter. It was Grace's turn to grunt as she supported most of her friend's weight. But she opened her eyes long enough so signal that she was still conscious. If only just. And that Grace was going to suffer a death so horrible, that it'd be whispered about for eons. Grace grinned, dropped the control to three, and let the body slowly regain the ability to, mostly, stand on her own.

Then a change in the timbre of both warriors of the sexual arts drew Grace's attention back to the platform. A sound like wind through trees passed among the people seated around the conference table. The fucking couple upped their exertions, as did those flogging their privates.

Grace might not get time to force another climax out of Annie. No giving up. She pushed the control to seven.

Jake and Asami glared at each other. Sweat ran freely down both faces, chests, any visible skin. Muscles strained to pump or were driven by primal sensations to flex and tense.

The fucking couple broke first. Two faces scrunched and the man's mouth opened silently as his last half dozen thrusts were simultaneous to the woman's matching expression. Then both sagged, but their eyes stayed on the battle.

Asami slammed the toy down, apparently as far as it would go, leaving a bit of shaft still showing. Then one hand moved to some previously hidden or ignore control, and the interior seemed to ripple.

Jake's eyelids went hard at three-quarters down, but at the same time the buzzing between his opponent's legs took on a wailing staccato, as he cycled rapidly through speeds. Her expression matched his. A rippled sound of anticipation from the conference table. Without a conscious decision, Grace mimicked the staccato changes on her control. Annie's body rippled against her arm. Hard breaths were forced through her open mouth.

Grace didn't look at the suffering victim alongside her. It was Jake's face. She knew the tiny changes. She'd had lovers whose faces distorted in different ways. Jake wasn't so clear at any time, but Grace had shared so many orgasms with the man. She knew them.

He'd broken. His pelvis thrust up. He finally grunted. Grace's disappointment paused.

Asami's neck had, even as she'd glared at Jake, arched back. Her ass had risen as her glutes had clenched. She, too, thrust her pelvis against its direct assailant.

Then they both let out hard moans. Long, sharp sounds as they regained control to again lock eyes. Her hands and the staccato buzz kept at their tasks, even as the two bodies jerked and crotches pumped forward and back.

And then, as if they'd discussed the timing in detail, both went still. Asami's hands stayed on the toy, but they and her arms went still. The buzz disappeared. As their sweat had already long done so, they seemed to fall into each other. Their mouths met and they kissed. A battle not as violent as the previous, but flexed cheeks showed the effort of both.

Grace braced Annie as she forced yet another orgasm to be ripped from the woman's brutalized pussy. The woman jerked her crotch against the toy and again let out silent screams. When the body sagged, this time Grace flicked the toy's switch and it went silent. Annie shivered, then stilled, Grace shifted her feet to balance the both of them.

Now wasn't the time for her victim to make a spectacle of herself.

The pair on the platform broke their kiss, turned to face their audience. Asami's head dropped to rest on Jake's shoulder, he nestled his cheek against hair made sticky by sweat. Both took long, deep, slow breaths through open mouths.

Everyone around the table stood, most with clothes askew, and as they had for the prior display, applauded. As that subsided, Marie took a couple of steps and stood at an angle to easily address both the warriors and the table. Annie blinked, but her body firmed and she stood on her own. Grace released her and they stood together.

Marie spoke in a languorous tone. "That was as incredible an effort as I've ever seen. But, uh...'

She swiveled to look across those at the table, and the seated couple who looked at her.

"I think that was a tie,' she continued, "so, well, overtime?"

Asami nudged Jake, his head rose. She turned hers, and they kissed again. She spoke, her voice a bit wheezy but firm.

"You can have the extra ten, even if your boy here didn't win."

Jake snorted, spoke with a voice similarly affected. "Need a tiebreaker."

"Later, and we'll renegotiate our agreement," Asami said and kissed his cheek. Then she pulled the toy up and his prick fell free and landed against the combined thighs. White cum mixed with lube covered it and dripped from the toy.

"Hell of a load," Asami said as she glanced into the toy, then set the beastly item on the platform to her right. Then she ran a finger along the resting but not flaccid prick and put it in her mouth. She licked her lips.

"I'll have to get a full taste of that, and soon." She said as she looked at Marie. "You should get some too."

Marie laughed. "Understanding why my girl Grace has been hiding this one. No more. Right, Grace?"

Grace offered a visible shrug as eyes flashed to her. Annie elbowed her in the ribs.

"I think we're done for today," Asami said, "except for signing the contracts. That'll just be you and me. And a lawyer or two. You can send your beauties home. But."

Asami held up a finger. Then gestured for Grace and Annie to come around so they were in front of the platform.

"We didn't get through everything today. You tried out the e-stim nipple clamps, right?"

"Deadly," Grace said, "especially to sexually lame folks like Annie."

Annie snorted. "Had you begging for mercy yesterday."

Asami smiled. "We have a number of new e-stim and sounding toys. But, we need more focused experience with them. Need to make sure the instructions are appropriate. So, Marie. A request."

"What do you need?"

"For Monday. This handsome hunk," she and Jake kissed again as her fingers danced along his sodden prick, "and one of your lovely ladies. Gonna put them through severe sexual torture. Then they can take the goods back and add them to show the rest of your team how to use them. While your other beauty delivers these toys we've already worked with to the good little boys and girls."

Marie nodded. "That okay with you, Jake? Same rate, and we'll extend through next week until you've helped train up my folks."

He grinned. "Very definitely, Marie, I mean, this AND getting paid? And I've been giving it to Grace for free!"

Grace huffed with a tight smile.

Marie chuckled, then looked at the sweaty, slightly disheveled pair standing near the platform. "Okay. Which of you?"

The two women shuffled slightly apart and glared at each other. After a moment, Annie spoke.

"Should be me. You saw Grace earlier, couldn't handle it."

That woman snorted. "You came six, seven times non-stop, couldn't handle that. I had to hold you up. Lame. Weak. Better be me."

"Rock, paper, scissors," Annie declared, "best of seven."

"You're on, virgin," Grace said, "Marie, we'll go on three."

Asami laughed. "You guys decide. I'm busy."

She grabbed Jake's head and pulled him in to renew their kissing battle. He thumbed the control and buzzing restarted. Her hand firmed its grip on his prick and began stroking.

Marie spoke in a commanding voice.

"One, two, three."

"Yeah! Lame ass virgin," Grace shouted. Her open hand held flat to Annie's closed fist gave her a four to two victory.

Annie's fist morphed to an upraised middle finger.

"It'll kill you," Annie spat.

"Look at it this way, Annie," Marie said, "you get Monday to begin using the rest of these on our folks and figuring out who can handle a sounding."

Annie's scowl changed to a smile. But with a clear element of confusion.

"What's sounding?"

Grace laughed. "Virgin. Good thing I'm handling this. Leave him to me and Marie, you obviously aren't qualified to deal with true sexual pleasure."

Annie blew a raspberry at both of the other women.

Marie turned to look at the couple on the platform with their mouths locked together. Jake's prick had fully recovered and had both of Asami's hands slowly working up and down its full length. Fingers caressed the pliable head each time they reached it.

"Where'd everyone go?" Grace said, her attention freed from the grumbling Annie. The conference table was empty.

"No matter." Marie said before she stepped to the platform and added in a firm voice. "A hem."

Asami pressed her mouth hard against Jake's and squeezed the gooey prick. Jake kicked the vibe to it's maximum. It growled and Asami's abs rippled above her landing strip. She and Marie locked eyes, but after a moment the seated woman nodded. The she bent and quickly sucked a third of her playmate's prick into her mouth. Her cheeks flexed a half dozen times. She pulled her mouth off, kissed, then swirled her tongue around that prominent head before she rose to a seated position. She nodded toward his hand and he flicked the vibrator off.

"Sorry, Jake," she said and looked at Grace and Annie, "but we'll need to take a rain check. But, I'm sure those two might be willing to help out a suffering boy."

She raised an eyebrow and waggled the erect member. Then she turned and gave Jake a quick kiss before she shifted and he helped her to stand.

"Annie unhook me. Grace, you do her. Put them on the table, I have clean ones of these for you all to take." Asami's voice didn't offer room for objections.

Annie quickly undid straps and took the vibrator as Grace took care of hers. The dams removed, both purred as thick liquid tendrils ran down their thighs. Annie gave Grace a hard look as that woman handed her the second toy, but she accepted it and carried them quickly to the table and returned.

"Ladies," Asami looked between Grace and Annie and pointed at Jake's stiff prick as he sat on the platform and again used the blue panties to masturbate and he leered up at them, "please take care of that rather large problem in this room. You have until five, so take your time."

She turned and nodded at Marie. The two women walked toward the pegs. Even with their heels matching, Marie still gave away just over half a head in height.

Jake looked up as Annie and Grace jostled.

"Hey, you two," Asami said clearly, Grace and Annie went still and looked at her, "there's plenty to share."

"But if you decide to not share," Marie added sternly, "no black eyes, no broken lips. Body punches only. Dinner at seven, sharp. All three of you. Same dress code. Asami will be there."

She and Asami turned and approached the hanging clothes.

"Guess I should get dressed," Asami said

"Why? My lawyer won't care," Marie said. Asami let out a quick laugh.

"Mine neither. Match me? Keep your stockings if you want."

Marie laughed as she shrugged her blazer off. She looked back as fingers went to the fourth button on her blouse, the topmost employed one.

Her beauties had taken the advice. They'd chosen sharing. He alternated kissing each as they sat tightly either side of him. Four hands worked on the the large problem. His arms stretched between their opened legs and hands worked at flesh just below the trimmed hearts.

Welcoming the New CEO

Peggy

"You two crazy bitches," Grace and Annie heard the purred female voice behind them as they swayed slightly as the tram trundled along, "and you. Gracie. I really like your accessory."

Said accessory was nestled between Grace's butt cheeks. It offered slow flashes that alternated red, blue, and yellow, although the last was almost invisible due to the bright July sunshine filtered through the tram car's shaded glass. Both women wore sheer white miniskirts with lace patterns that did little to obscure their shapely hips and buttocks. The patterns caught and focused the flashes of Grace's buttplug. Neither skirt reached the top of the diamond patterned black stockings both wore, and the bright red garters and straps were clearly visible. Both had high, stiletto heels that matched for color.

Each spun slowly on a heel to see a woman with long wavy raven hair, her skin a fraction lighter. She held closed a thin blue coat that reached just below her knees and ended just above black, over the calf boots with high, stiletto heels. Gauzy, white cloth wrapped each leg and obscured the view of the boots.

"Hey, Peggy," Grace said, "ready for tight, white, and transparent day?"

Peggy opened her coat. A blood red corset with deep black ribs wrapped her torso. Moderately large breasts were pushed high and formed into perfect globes by the open cups. Nipples that matched the corset's ribs pushed against a blouse that fit the day's three key requirements, only the lowest pair of buttons employed.

"Of course. But I need this under to enhance things and I'm just too big a wuss to ride to work out and proud like you two. And with a flashing butt plug! Oh, hey. I saw a nice variety of plugs with the new stuff, but not that one."

"It's a prototype, only out of the lab yesterday and still under testing. If it blows up, think well of me," Grace said.

"Died like she lived," Annie chirped, "ramming things up her butt."

Grace sniffed as the other two laughed.

"ANYWAY, we're not totally out, wearing these tees so hoping we don't get arrested." Grace mimicked Peggy and held open the flaps of the thin material of the cropped blazer that matched Annie's and used a forefinger to flick it the edge of the garment under. Both blazers had three-quarter sleeves and no hope of being buttoned, barely reaching breasts that the second layer of material only slightly obscured. Under the blazers were matching transparent white spaghetti strap tops that only just covered her nipples that'd been coaxed erect by the tram car's zealous air conditioning.

The skirts meant that a casual glance might not note the red and near black hearts between the two women's legs, but anything beyond that brought them into clarity.

Annie left her blazer as it was as she held her right hand up. An evil grin on her face. She flourished one of the beige controllers that'd become familiar.

"And it vibrates and does the e-stim thing," she growled, "this is eleven."

Her finger and thumb moved and Grace stiffened and let out stuttered exhaled breaths..

"Don't start what you can't finish. I have one of those as well," Grace said through gritted teeth as a muted buzz added to the sounds of conversation and steel wheels on rails in the half-occupied car. She held up her right hand and replicated the movement of thumb and finger.

Annie's shoulders hunched forward and she blinked with her mouth locked open. More muted buzzing from her chest added to the car's din. In her movement, the blazer bounced enough to display the chrome implements clamped on each wildly erect nipple.

Peggy laughed. "I tried those nipple clamps. Pretty wild. As to the plug, I'm a giver, not a receiver."

She leaned and looked past Grace. "Oh. And it flashes faster the higher Annie sets it. But, hey, you two call a truce for now?"

Two right hands held up. Both thumbs flicked power off. The muted buzzing stopped and both bodies relaxed. The reflected flashes behind Grace slowed to its former sedate pace.

"You gonna die, wench," Annie said.

"You're weak, trollop, you'll go first," Grace responded.

Peggy laughed, letting her coat close slightly.

"Hey, wait," Annie said, "Peggy, awesome."

She pointed at the woman's crotch. Peggy grinned and opened the coat wider. All of them adjusted their feet as the tram stopped and after a moment doors snicked open.

"Oh, what?" As much innocence as Peggy could manage. A chime sounded, the doors snicked closed, and they adjusted their feet as the tram moved again.

Grace followed Annie's pointing. They both laughed at the long, black dildo visible through the white harem pants and matching against the skin of her thigh. A buffed black leather harness was strapped around her hips and held the resting fake phallus.

"Ah, you hang left, Peggy," Grace said, "and you're a shower and a grower with that model. And that's the one with the clit nubs, like the little vibes. Give and receive."

"Got plans for that later?" Annie asked.

Peggy pulled a larger controller with two sets of controls and with a more moderate touch, her prick stirred and pushed against the cloth. She left it there.

"Peggy is my name, pegging is my game. I love it lets me control the prick and my own vibes separately," she said in a slow, husky voice. Annie and Grace nodded with understanding smiles.

"You know Colin, in the accounts department? Uptight, pasty white boy?" Peggy asked. Both women took an instant before they glanced at each other, smiled, and nodded.

"We've been flirting a while. Well, I think he thinks what he does is flirting, but I like him. But he's so desperately in need of what I'm going to give 'im, he doesn't even know what he needs."

She pointed at Annie.

"After you and Marie got us all together on Monday for the announcement, then set out all of the new toys, I found this little--."

"That's not little," Grace said firmly.

Peggy gave an evil laugh. "I'm embracing hard the stereotype. After Marie said we'd add some demonstrations for the new CEO, that inspired me. I found this and after a bit cornered Colin when he was alone. Came up behind him with this at half mast, nuzzled into him. Told him 'I know what you need, boy.' He just about blew a load right there, but I turned him and made him look at it. Never seen a white boy with eyes that wide. Had a pretty snug blouse and his eyes couldn't settle. My tits, then this, tits, prick. He was so desperate for both. He started to say something, 'Peggy...' but I stopped him. Told him he was to address me as Mistress when we were alone. He obeyed."

"He is pretty good looking," Grace said, "but doesn't know it. Needs guidance and discipline."

"And he's gettin' both. I told him that he wasn't allowed any orgasms until I delivered them today. Ordered him that if he even thought about jacking off, he was to go for a five mile run, then hit the gym and pump iron. But he was absolutely prohibited from pumping his cock. Had more and more cleavage each day this week, walk into his cube and bend over in front of his desk. Not to mention slits up my skirts, made sure he saw all the way up. Not a miniskirt girl, but got my ways, had this on yesterday and made sure it showed through the slit when I was in there. I swear, he drooled. And yesterday, saw him in the shorts and tees the week's schedule required. Hard as steel, just about blowing the shorts out. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but I'm gonna like it when I eventually let him have some sugar. But he's not touched it, he's buffed up something fierce. And the sugar will be the sweeter when it comes."

Her broad smile showed plenty of evil satisfaction. Grace and Annie laughed.

"What about you two? Targets?" Peggy asked as she let her coat flaps settle.

"Maybe, but they're surprises," Grace said.

Annie sniffed. "Surprises. Yeah. For some unfathomable reason, Marie assigned our little intern to Grace this week. Something's in the works."

"Our boss knows which of us knows our jobs, so no surprise," Grace said.

"Another innocent butthole gonna be destroyed," Annie growled, "getting guidance from--."

Annie's mouth locked open and her body shimmied as a momentary buzz sounded. Grace grinned as her finger and thumb dialed the control up then off. Annie's glare, and a vibrating buttplug turned to eleven, would've likely killed a weaker woman. Although Grace's eyelids fluttered and her shoulders squared back as rapid flashes reflected off the rubberized cover on the tram's floor and the lowest portion of a metal wall. The rapid onset of flashing and buzzing ended as quickly as it'd begun.

"Okay, then," Peggy said with a head shake and smile, "Annie. How about you help me? Made Colin wait all week, might need your skills to keep that going as long as we can. Don't want him shooting off soon as this touches its target."

Annie raised an eyebrow, then her mood changed as she matched Peggy's evil smile.

"Hey, you psycho bitches," Grace said firmly and both looked at her, "he's a rookie. And good at his job. Don't kill him."

Annie

Annie stood in the stage left wing in the cafeteria cum auditorium that was one of the odder fixtures in their office building. But, she had to admit, it was more than handy for a week that pushed the 'odd' further than any of their previous 'odd' weeks. She looked across the stage, saw a curtain that blocked the view into that wing.

"Testing," a male voice said.

A man and a woman from the IT team that doubled as crew for AV and, well, anything technical, fussed at the wooden lectern which stood slightly stage right of center, a small table holding bottles of water next to it. Annie didn't know the guy, but the chick was Harriet. Both had adhered to the day's dress code, both in sheer button down shirts that they'd likely purchased during the week, Marie having sent a mass email with pointers of various such clothes and where to buy. The guy had those thin slacks that most guys wore, the company must be wondering at the sudden windfall, Harriet had a miniskirt that offered only a gauzy barrier to her cute butt and she really did have some nice legs. She had those same black high-top sneakers she'd worn when she'd been in Annie's cube.

The guy with some muscles, likely left-over from college, with just a bit of chub beginning. Speaking of chub, he was pitching half a boner, not the most impressive in the building, but if he knew how to use it, Annie'd have no issue offering it a chance. The blond thatch around it was a bit unruly, which matched both color and style of the hair on his head. Handsome under the unkempt exterior. Another one who could do with some training and discipline, a hair styling and awareness of clothing, and a bit of gym time, and he'd be more than fine.

Annie knew Harriet from when the geekette had replaced her computer after a disk 'crash.' Whatever that meant. All of her files had been recovered, so Annie had pleasant memories of the chick. She was tall and thin, her perfectly lovely little A cup tits had resting pink nipples and absolutely circular areolas under a shirt she'd sized just a smidgen small. Whether intentional or not, it'd been an inspired choice for her figure, as was the mini. Her appearance here the same as Annie remembered, not a lick of makeup and impeccably clean and straight medium brown hair with no styling beyond the loose ponytail that landed just between her shoulder blades. The foundation was there, the chick just needed guidance how to effectively deploy what she had. And unlike the guy, she had some definite muscle tone that wasn't from weights, and the kind of random tan lines from outdoor activity where sun-bathing wasn't the intent.

What surprised Annie was what she saw between Harriet's legs. The closely cropped, perfectly straight landing strip a couple of shades darker than the ponytail showed an impeccable attention to styling. Naturally it hadn't been visible through denim when she'd repaired Annie's computer. But it was a level of attention the woman didn't apply to the usually visible aspects of her appearance.

"We hear you," came a response shouted by half the crowd. Accompanied by laughter.

Annie peeked around the wall into the half-full 'cafeteria' section. Early arrivals had started to push tables back, and as more had arrived, a larger space had been created. Her coworkers shifted tables and talked, walked and talked, and stood and talked. Mostly in groups, but a few seemed more focused on each other. Like Peggy and Grace and Annie, many of the women had chosen accessories, such as stockings, bustiers, corsets, and in a few cases, simply open cup bras. All in a rainbow of bright colors. She didn't see Peggy or Colin in the crowd, not surprising. Peggy likely had him hidden where she could prepare him. That pair and Annie had a slot on stage later. Annie licked her lips at the thought.

The response to 'tight, white, and transparent' had surprised Annie. But Marie had built things up during the week like the mistress of depravity that she'd proven she was, right from the Monday afternoon when Annie had joined with her to announce that not only was no one losing their job, universal bonuses were very likely to be in order.

But they "need to be earned," Marie had said in her most Director voice. A statement apparently taken to heart by all present.

Which was good. Annie liked this job. Not the part that involved having to come up with sales pitches for blow job toys, but at least she'd not had to see THAT one since the previous Friday. Marie had dumped it onto Grace.

Who'd dumped it on the cute little intern. Who'd seemed almost gleeful about it. Annie shivered. It couldn't have been the toy, it had to have been Grace offering her an opportunity for independent work.

Right? It couldn't have been that toy she'd been happy about.

But whatever, right now that cute little intern was nowhere to be seen.

A cute little intern in her first week on the job who had no business being assigned to a raging sexual deviant without inhibitions like Grace.

And that no doubt explained why both the cute little intern and the strawberry blonde reprobate with a massive vibrating and flashing plug shoved up her ass were missing. The intern had just finished her junior year at her university, so she presumably wasn't a virgin, and she'd accepted a position with a firm that didn't hide the kinds of clients it handled. And from Annie's quick interactions, she wasn't a prude. She'd happily followed the increasingly revealing clothing mandates as the week had progressed, although whether she'd ever bothered with undies, Annie had doubted, even before Marie's directive for the week had banned them the previous day.

Before Grace had hurried her away when she'd arrived, her tiny and utterly sheer dress had perfectly exposed her petite little bod, and her deep green corset emphasized the narrow waist with small but perfect tits above and the brown heart lighter than Annie's.

But, still. Letting Grace at her. Annie shook her head.

Not that Annie didn't have her hobbies. But gigantic vibrating plugs being shoved up her ass wasn't included. No. She had wholesome habits.

She flexed her right hand. The glove felt like calf's skin. It was so thin and flexible that it may as well have been her skin, had her actual palm and fingertips had teeny-tiny vibrators installed. An elastic strap around her upper arm held the battery pack, and it was conveniently hidden under the sleeve of her cropped blazer. The thin wire that ran down her arm was fixed with tape that came in an array of colors and was only visible if one focused on it.

This glove would fit perfectly with the sorts of wholesome hobbies Annie liked.

Like Grace and the cute intern, Asami was also in the building. No doubt with Marie and the mysterious new CEO. All anyone knew of the latter was the assumption she'd arrived in the stretch limo with smoked windows now reposing in a far corner of the parking lot.

But Annie had seen Asami. That's why she had this sweet glove, like Grace's plug, fresh from their new client's lab of depravity. The meeting had been quick, and Asami had said little more than "I'm sure you'll figure it out." She had. She'd recruited Cheryl to help her set the battery. In return, Marie's secretary had hopped her ass onto her desk and let Annie use the woman's tits and pussy to get familiar with the glove.

It was a glorious tool. The impressive amount of secretary cum that puddled on and dripped off Cheryl's desk solid proof of that.

Asami had presented Annie with another item. But that waited for its time, resting in the top elastic band of the stocking on her left leg. Soon.

Annie tapped the tiny nubs along the top of her index finger with her thumb. She reached inside of her blazer and worked at her left nipple and breast with fingertips converted to vibes, then cupped her breast. Her eyes went to slits as the reverberating palm pressed against the nipple that'd reawakened after losing the clamps.

Which represented another wholesome habit. Unlike Grace's perversions.

Harriet and whatever his name was ran through quick tests of a few portable microphones as Annie alternated applying the glove to each breast. The growing crowd responded in a call and response. In a lull, she heard some voices, turned but didn't pause her activity, saw Olivia talking to Teddy.

Annie quickly glanced back at Harriet, then again at Olivia. She squeezed her tit. She couldn't quite fully surround it. She liked that. She'd like to get the glove onto Harriet's perfect nipples. She'd more than surround her tits.

But Olivia. That bitch.

She wore a dark green bustier that unsurprisingly matched her heels. The bustier and its open cups were 'hidden' under a suffering white tank that fit all three criteria. And those tits. Annie would need both hands to cup even one. And speaking of perfect nipples, just on the border of pink and red. And an ass to die for wrapped in a knee length skirt of 'so thin it may as well not exist' silk that showed a crotch perfectly shorn of hair, not even stubble nor any sign that hair had ever been there. Olivia's parents must've sold their daughter's soul to Satan for a figure that perfect. And a face that, in the classics, would launch a thousand ships. Her head topped with dark brown hair that carried soft, natural waves.

Bitch. Annie smiled as she coaxed each of her own nipples back to their fullest extents. Maybe not size, but she had shape. And sag? Hah.

She sidled a bit as Harriet and the now fully erect IT Guy approached her. The former with a shy smile, the latter with wide eyes as Annie held her blazer open as her gloved hand pleasured her left breast.

"Hi," Harriet said softly.

Annie smiled. "Don't think I've forgotten what you did for me Harriet."

Harriet stared, her mouth open but not speaking. A key clause of the job description for anyone in IT was to generally be as invisible as possible, and Harriet had been as unobtrusive as one could be while having to crawl under Annie's table and behind her desk. But Annie remembered those who did well by her. The two were about to pass her when she spoke more firmly.

"Hey, Harriet, wait."

The pair stopped and faced her. Annie reached and Harriet jerked slightly and let out a puffed breath when vibrating fingers found the thin woman's left nipple though the thin fabric. Her mouth opened, but she didn't speak and didn't move away. Then she let out a hummed mewl.

"What's your friend's name?" Annie asked as she pulled the nipple further erect, as Harriet's chest moved in and out with quickened breathing.

"Uh, aaahhh, um, Victor. Vic."

Annie turned her gaze to the guy. Then moved her head in a quick flick. He shuffled toward her, his eyes wide as they swiveled to look at Annie, her blazer open to expose both breasts with her movements, and her gloved hand that now coaxed Harriet's right nipple to match its twin.

"Hey, Vic, You two an item? Or others?" Annie asked in a languorous tone as this time she held his eyes. She used her left hand to undo buttons on Harriet's blouse as she did so.

"Uh," he said, "um, no. To both."

Annie smiled. She left the last button of the square hemmed blouse hooked before she pushed cloth aside and bare fingers found hard flesh of the left nipple, the glove again focused on the right. Harriet exhaled hard, then pulled halting breaths.

"Closer," Annie ordered Vic as his eyes widened further. But he obeyed.

Annie continued to caress and pinch Harriet's nipples with her bare fingers as her gloved hand seemed to teleport itself to Vic's crotch.

She liked his prick. His mouth opened and his eyes flashed closed as she applied all four vibrating fingers and thumb to the bulbous head. Had there been any flaccidity before, the entire organ was now fully hard. She couldn't give it a good, full stroke through the cloth, but she had excellent access to the head and that was ninety percent of the nerves anyway.

"Will you two be sticking around?" Annie's voice hadn't changed. It was slow and deep. She noticed Olivia and Teddy watching, the former licked her lips, the latter also fully erect. More impressively than Vic, but not enough difference to matter.

"Uh," Vic started, then his eyes closed again and his mouth locked open.

"Yeah," Harriet said in a breathy voice, but pointed toward the stage, then behind her, "I'll be here, help with the gear. Vic be at the board."

"Good," Annie said as both hands handled tasks independently, "I have a couple of sessions on stage. Then I'll find you both. We'll have some fun."

She squeezed at two styles of erect flesh as she scanned slowly between them. Both let out hard breaths and nodded.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Vic said.

"Definitely," Harriet said. Then her right hand reached out and twirled Annie's rampant left nipple.

"That's the spirit," Annie said and looked hard at Vic, "want to try?"

His eyes somehow went wider as Annie twisted slightly. But his right arm decided for him and that hand found Annies right nipple with nervous twitches. She smiled at both as she worked their flesh at the same time, much more smoothly than either of their touches on her. But she didn't mind.

Then her head turned as the crowd's sound first dipped, then turned to cheers and applause as Marie stepped past the curtain from stage right, took a couple of steps, and waved.

"Showtime," Annie said as she gave erect nipple and cock each a last squeeze and looked again at each of their owners in turn, "don't forget. And don't be touching yourselves. That'll be my job."

"We, ah, won't," Vic said.

She released them. Vic shook his head as he blew out a breath. He caught eyes with Harriet as he turned and walked with a slightly unsteady stride to the control board hidden in the wing.

Harriet let out her own slow breath. "That glove wasn't in the display you guys showed."

Annie held up her hand and flexed fingers. "Brand new. Just out of the lab."

"I wanna see that lab. Oh, I need to go out and help Marie with a wireless mic," the geekette said and took a step, then stopped and looked down, "ah, shit. Expo---."

"Just do up one button," Annie said firmly, "everyone can see everyone else's tits and cocks and pussies, so. Let it rip."

Harriet nodded, smiled, and obeyed. She stood straight, her shoulders back.

Annie admired the way her victim's nipples tried to pierce the thin fabric of her shirt. She upped the glove to full power and goosed the cute geekette's skinny ass over the skirt. The woman gasped, but kept it quiet as she turned her head to look at her assailant.

"Go. You're beautiful. Show it off," Annie said sotto voce. Harriet liked her lips and smiled. Annie nudged her forward with the glove on the woman's ass.

Yes. Unlike that reprobate Grace, she had wholesome hobbies. She watched Marie wave again to the crowd as she walked toward the lectern. Harriet's posture was straight, she almost strutted in her high tops.

Yes. Annie's hobbies helped people. Instead of reaming out their asses like Grace's did. Annie glanced at Vic and winked. She was going to have so much fun with these two.

Harriet

Harriet slowed her breathing, tried to calm herself. Annie hadn't touched her for more than a few seconds, but the shirt didn't lie. Annie had gotten her nipples as hard as they'd ever been and they rubbed against cloth as she walked. Harriet didn't wear bras, didn't even own any, Well, maybe one other than the sports bras she wore mostly just so she could go shirtless. But she did usually wear a camisole, which helped avoid what was happening now. But she'd wanted to 'follow the rules' so hadn't worn one today. With the result every step did nothing to help calm her down as she approached her two-levels-up boss. Maybe her shirt being wide open would've been better.

She couldn't even touch herself that effectively! "We'll have some fun." Harriet had almost wet herself from that beautiful brunette barely touching her. What did "have some fun" mean? She might die!

Harriet saw the Director's face morph slightly, her smile faltered, as the two of them neared. Then the Director shifted slightly and seemed to look past her, but she didn't dare turn to look. Then the older woman looked directly at Harriet. And her face broke into a broad smile, that seemed to carry plenty of amusement.

Harriet never understood why some of her coworkers called their Director 'short.' Without the heels she currently had on, yes her two-levels-up boss was just shorter than Harriet herself. And even with the heels, a bit shorter than Annie. And in bare feet, she of the magic fingers would still have a smidgen on herself, but they were both 'tall girls,' as Tina described her and others. So why was Marie "short" when she would barely look up to either her or that Annie?

Also, Harriet knew the Director was older than most of them, not surprising, given her position. That light brown hair had the odd fleck of gray, but that dress allowed nothing to be hidden. She'd skipped the corsets and bustiers and bras that many wore, all of which were flattering, but could also hide. Harriet had nothing to hide, a bra was superfluous, and while she wasn't a gym rat, she liked sports and sit-ups. Whatever regimen the Director followed, well, she clearly had nothing to hide and knew it.

As they arrived at the lectern from opposite directions, the Director mouthed something.

"Off?" She dipped her head toward the lectern with its fixed microphone and an array of wireless and handheld ones on a shelf.

"Oh, ah, yes, Director," Harriet said in a soft voice. She leaned to collect one of the wireless ones, as she'd been told that her two-levels-up boss would be walking around.

"Call me Marie, Harriet," the Director said as a clear order before her voice softened, "you let Annie touch you, right?"

Harriet froze, electronics in hand. "Uh, she, um, touched me, Dir, I mean, Marie. Said we'll get together later. Her and me and Vic."

Marie's smile broadened more. "Good. Do not stand her up. Once we're done with the show, you'll be free. Just tell her if she kills either of you, I'll have her head."

Harriet's mouth opened, closed, opened again, but she didn't manage to speak.

Marie chuckled. "C'mon, let's get this done so you can go back over there and let Annie grope you before you need to come back out here for the others."

That broke Harriet's paralysis. She glanced at the transmitter unit, then held up her right hand with the index finger extended.

Her Director had a belted minidress that didn't quite reach the middles of her nice thighs and dark blue heels that Harriet couldn't understand how someone could stand in, much less walk around. But Annie and so many others had similar. Tina wore heels, but nothing like these. These did things to calves and thighs that Harriet liked seeing, but she'd never owned anything like them. And her job meant loafers or sneakers were generally the best choices even if she knew how to wear heels.

She walked behind Marie and clipped the transmitter unit onto the belt just behind the older woman's right hip, where it wouldn't be obvious but she could easily reach the on/off switch. The dress was, as required, tight, white, and very definitely transparent. It wasn't that low cut, so the microphone would clip nicely near a clavicle. But.

"Uh," Harriet said as she stood not quite squarely in front of the Director, "black cord, thin, but gonna show."

"Run it along the belt," Marie said as she traced a finger along said item, then up her torso between her breasts, "then under in the center and straight up. Don't worry about copping a feel or two, kinda jealous the action you're getting with Annie."

Harriet bit her lower lip to not laugh or gasp, then did as ordered. With the dress hugging a pair of rather wonderful breasts that were only a tiny bit smaller than Annie's, and with barely more sag, she indeed had trouble not 'copping a feel' as she placed the microphone. Especially when Marie twisted to push her right breast against the back of Harriet's hand.

The younger woman forced her attention to stay on task.

"You remember the control switch?" She asked with a slight quaver.

Marie nodded. "Thanks, you know Olivia? She over your side?"

"Uh, I do. She is."

"Take a mic, wire her up. But make sure it's off."

Harriet collected a wireless mic. "I'll have Vic disable it on the board for now."

Marie gave a thumbs-up and the younger woman took a couple of backward steps and paused as Marie's right hand reached to her hip.

"Testing, everyone hear me?"

Whistles and cheers came back. Marie gave a second thumbs up and Harriet spun and walked quickly toward the wing.

A wing where that ridiculously beautiful, sexy, and naughty brunette grinned as she held her tiny jacket open and used that nasty glove on her own breast. Harriet's shirt laughed as her own nipples grew from friction and that sight. And Annie releasing the jacket and using her finger to beckon Harriet to hurry, with a flourish of the glove of what was to happen. A flourish that would be visible only to Harriet. And Marie, if she was looking.

But Marie had started to speak behind her, and the crowd responded with cheers, so that woman was busy. At least, maybe, as Harriet's brain had mostly shut down, except for the tingling of anticipation in each tit. And between her legs.

Oh, goddam! Was she getting gooey? She WAS going to wet herself if she let Annie get the glove on her!

Not wearing panties, like today, wasn't unusual. It'd started in Book Club couple months back, when they'd read a spicier than usual romance. The heroine often skipped said undergarment, even when going to work in her office, and Tina had challenged the both of them to do the same.

Harriet had done a test run at the local mall, wearing the snug but flexible jeans that were her normal work 'uniform.' The IT boys and girls were exempt from the usual dress codes as they often crawled under tables and behind desks, not to mention regularly entering the sub-arctic server room. They just had to be 'nice' jeans. But she'd quickly discovered that if the jeans were tight enough, their zippers and unshielded pubic hair were not good friends. And she didn't like loose jeans. Something that made her wonder if the book's author had ever herself done what her protagonist did, as her heroine hadn't mentioned the same issue.

No matter. She'd recalled women from some of the tapes Tina found for them to watch had 'landing strips.' Both she and Tina had adopted the look, cut very short to deal with the zippers issue. She'd been pleased to learn today it wasn't at all uncommon among her very style-conscious coworkers. She saw the black heart through Annie's skirt. If only they'd announced that a while back, Harriet could've trimmed hers into the shape with letting a bit grow, just kept very short like the strip. Would've been okay. But she hadn't known, but enough other 'landing strips' were around, she didn't stand out.

She and Tina had agreed to a day, each needed a picture demonstrably taken at their workplace as proof. Harriet had used one of the Polaroids her department kept for inventory and recording broken equipment to take her picture. She'd used the one with a timer, set on a shelf, and had opened her jeans with a view beyond her to cubicles and a couple of coworkers in the distance. And a smile on her face. She'd made sure no flash had been enabled.

What'd surprised her was how much she'd enjoyed it. The rub of her jeans was nice, but more, the thrill. 'If only they knew,' just like the book's heroine. She'd regularly skipped panties when getting dressed since, except for softball and Ultimate Frisbee games. And a certain other time.

Then Tina had upped the ante, do the same under a miniskirt or short dress, again like the book's heroine. Neither of which Harriet owned until Tina surprised her with a gift of a beautiful but short soft denim skirt, like Tina was allowed to wear to work. Harriet stated she could wear it, after all, most women in the building wore as short or shorter even on regular days. But they didn't have to crawl under tables or climb ladders wearing such clothes without panties. Not that she did those kinds of things every day, but when they were needed, they needed to be done right then.

She really liked her job. Getting reported for flashing might get her disciplined or fired. No panties when no one could see was one thing, flashing it all was another. She'd proposed a Saturday wearing the minis and wandering the city and various malls, with hills and stairs and escalators.

Tina had said "we'll do that, but work too" and claimed a win by default a couple of days later, with two pictures. A duplicate of the sneaked storeroom photos they'd both used with their jeans, her miniskirt flipped up, but also one from under her desk with her legs spread.

"So you know I didn't just slip 'em off in the storeroom," she'd said triumphantly.

But Harriet had her now. The miniskirt and no panties idea when it was just her was one thing, but now, it was everyone. She'd already snuck into the same storeroom, the same background, with her current clothes, one photo with the skirt she'd not told her friend about down, another with it flipped up to show Tina she really had no panties on, not a trick skirt. And one in her cube, and a fourth with a fuzzy knot of coworkers in the distance. Best, one of those coworkers had a hard-on. She'd seen more of those so far today than she'd ever seen live before. Plenty on those tapes, but her hands on experience with them was limited.

But she had the photos in her bag on her chair. Tina would have to concede defeat.

Harriet left the stage and slowed as she came level with Annie, noticed her target Olivia a couple of steps away. Then she shivered and froze as Annie nudged cloth aside and applied the glove to her left nipple. And bare fingers went to the other nipple.

"You do good work, Harriet, just so you know what's waiting for you later."

Marie continued to speak, the crowd responding, something about the new contract, and the new CEO. Maybe. Harriet's brain was too focused on the abuse her tits were getting. But had always wanted. Even if they'd never known they'd wanted. Would kill to get again. Her breathing had sped, her face slightly upturned, her eyes closed.

Harriet's arm somehow rose and, shaking, displayed the mic. She tried to speak, but her mouth locked open as her body shivered. Her legs shook. Annie's fingers moved rapidly in staccato patterns which matched the change in Harriet's breaths. A full body shiver ran up shaking legs and when it reached her head a loud moan was forced past all conscious control.

At least, it would've if a hand hadn't covered her mouth as her body shimmied from the top down. And a second hand found her waist to steady her as her legs jellied.

Olivia

"You total bitch, Annie," Olivia said in a quiet voice that carried more amusement than the words would usually imply, "showing off to amateurs."

The buxom brunette held her left hand lightly over Harriet's open mouth and used her right arm to brace the thin woman around the waist. Even with chiding Annie, Olivia had to admit the orgasm was rather impressive. A second shiver ran down the thin woman's body before Olivia felt it was safe to remove her hand that'd stifled a sound that likely would've proved this Harriet chick a screamer.

Olivia had shuffled closer as she'd watched the scene, hadn't thought Annie would move that quick. She'd seen Marie slyly glance their direction. That bitch didn't take prisoners, even if Annie was one of her pets. Olivia had no intent to let Harriet get any blame nor get caught in the crossfire herself.

Besides, she was reasonably certain that microphone was intended for her.

She balanced Harriet and used her now freed left hand to nudge Annie's bare hand away from angry nipples that jutted from the cutest little tits Olivia had ever seen, And then she forced that crazy glove out from under the little skirt and away from the shivering woman's crotch. It had to be admitted, Annie was Talented, albeit in an Evil way. The bitch had timed and focused her touch to a desperate clit perfectly to push the thin body over the edge in less than a minute.

Olivia knew people regularly gawked at her, most never tried to hide it. She'd long decided that if they were going to stare, she'd shove it in their faces, make them own their leers. This IT chick might be the utter opposite and thin and wouldn't fill a bra, but she was cute, top to bottom. Overlooking the Harriets, and especially this one, was definitely a loss, but it'd clearly happened regularly for her. Give this cutie your attention, it'd be paid back handsomely. But that also meant the chick was a bit vulnerable to the Wrong Sorts. How Annie had wormed right in there.

"Annie," Olivia said and the abuser smiled at her as Harriet shook her head and tried to focus her eyes, "let me deal with my girl here and we'll see if you can handle a pro."

Without waiting for a response, Olivia used her arm to turn Harriet and nudge her to walk toward the table that held a variety of the new client's toys.

"Hey, Harriet, you okay?" She kept her voice quiet. Marie was on a staccato tear, strangely spaced lulls.

"Oh, uh, phew, wow," she said before she let out a long exhale, "I uh."

She bent her back to look down, then looked up slightly to look Olivia in the face. "I wet myself. Down my legs. Does it show?"

Olivia leaned slightly. "You're not a squirter."

'What's a squirter?' Harriet's expression was honest confusion.

Olivia stifled her chuckle. "Don't worry about your legs, not enough to worry about. I better be even worse by the end of the day, all of us should be, or be lotta unhappy people. Annie's a bitch. Did it feel good?"

"Um, ah, oh god, yeah," Harriet finally managed, "it was wild. But, ah, shit."

She held up the mic. "For you."

"Thought so. Hook on my waistband work? Go."

Harriet nodded and quickly attached the transmitter, then stood in front of Olivia.

"Ah, I uh," Harriet stuttered as she held the mic with its clip.

"I saw you pawing Marie," Olivia said lightly as she pushed her chest out, "go."

Harriet's eyes were huge as she clipped the mic on one of the tank top's stressed straps. Olivia pushed her left tit against the thin woman's arm to cause her to shiver. But she clipped the mic onto the tank's right strap. Then she took Olivia's right hand and guided it to the control and twined fingers against a switch.

"It's off right now," Harriet said, "flick this to turn on. But, uh, not until you're on stage."

Something in Marie's speech caused Harriet to spin to face the stage. She twisted her head to speak to Olivia.

"Oh, oops, need to get out there. New CEO coming. Dunno why we didn't mic everyone up like I just did you. Uh, go tell Vic to disable your unit for now, I promised Marie."

"Will do. Now, go." Olivia slapped Harriet's thin but cute butt. Then she glared at Annie as Harriet walked past she of the evil glove and stood just offstage. Olivia made sure Annie knew she was watching as she walked to the control board. Annie flexed the gloved hand and kept it to herself, but smirked back.

"Hey, Vic," Olivia said.

He fought to keep his eyes on hers, she didn't help by leaning forward and letting out a purred approval when he looked down to tell him she didn't mind. She noticed the one-way window he had to see the stage, but his eyes were locked elsewhere. "You're supposed to turn my mic off."

"Let me see the number." His voice was shaky.

She spun and shuffled so he could lean. "Ah, two. Got it."

His attention back on his board, he tapped something. "Done. I'll flip it when you go out, then you can control yourself."

"You two gonna hook up with Annie later," Olivia didn't phrase it as a question and pointed at Harriet, "you saw what she did to your friend?"

Vic nodded, but didn't speak as his eyes suddenly locked on Annie's, as that bitch held up that damned glove and waved with the fingers. Olivia saw the angry red head of his engorged prick tenting fabric, at least his board hid that from Annie. A bit of pre-cum stained the cloth. That'll be another very common sight, hell, Teddy had a bit. No one would remember this one over any others.

Olivia huffed and strode to the table and paused. She glanced, Annie's attention back on the stage, or Harriet. She picked up the items she wanted and returned to Vic's position. And set the goodies on the shelf in front of him.

"Annie's got weak spots for these powered nipple clamps and this vibrator. You know how they work?"

"Basically," he said as he tapped one of the control units in its little plastic pouch, "power and speed."

"Good. Tell her she wears these while she plays with you two. You get one control, your girl gets the other. Pay Annie back."

He nodded with a quick smile. Olivia turned and tuned back into Marie just as Harriet left for the stage. CEO time. She walked quickly to stand alongside Annie. That no announcement introducing this new CEO had preceded this event was unusual.

"Enough of me," Marie said as she stood stage right of the lectern, "I think we've managed to keep you in the dark long enough."

She paused and let the ripple of laughter run across the crowd.

"Hey, Annie," Olivia said sotto voce, "you can impress the near-virgins. Can you do the same to wake my nips before I go out there?"

The crowd's sound morphed into an anticipatory hum. Annie huffed and she and Olivia both stood sideways to watch the stage as the Evil Glove found its first nipple through thin cloth already stretched to its limit.

"Let me introduce," Marie said with a clear but deliberate tone, "our new boss, Margaret Timmons."

"Whoa," Annie and Olivia both said, without much worry about being heard over the applause.

From the opposite wing, past their girl Harriet and Marie, a woman similar in height to the watching pair emerged, wearing midnight blue over the calf boots with high, stiletto heels. The boots morphed into black skin covered by a sheer white robe that flowed around long legs but was tight around broad hips and an open cup bustier that matched the boots for color. The robe had a rounded, but not low, neckline. Wavy black hair fell around her shoulders. She carried paper folded in half in her left hand.

"You've got a challenger, Olivia," Annie said as she upped the vibration for the nipple her glove was currently occupied with, "guess she wasn't eligible for 'Best Cleavage' either."

The owner of that nipple let out a laugh and said in an amused tone. "Might change the winner on the fly."

The new arrival turned at the waist and slowed her walk and waved with her empty hand as she looked over the crowd. Harriet took a stutter step, then did a visible shrug and walked quickly to the lectern. She bent and collected another of the wireless mics from the shelf, then held up her right hand with three fingers extended. Then she stood as Marie and the audience applauded, with a few cheers mixed in.

Marie dropped her left hand to her hip and bent crooked fingers as she took a couple of steps. After a moment, Harriet walked fast enough to rest just behind the Director, who met their new CEO and both shook hands firmly, then hugged tightly, the new CEO half a head taller. Harriet's feet slightly shuffled as she stood stiffly a couple of steps away.

The two executives broke their hug and both faced the audience and waved, to get another round of applause. After a few moments, Marie raised a hand and the crowd settled. Then she twisted and beckoned Harriet closer.

"Margaret, this is one of our crack tech team, Harriet Harrison."

"Good to meet you, Harriet, please call me Margaret," the new CEO said as she stepped forward and offered her right hand, her words wavered as she walked past Marie's lapel mic. Harriet's arm quivered before she managed to shake hands. She nodded but didn't manage to speak before they released hands. Then the thin woman's left hand rose until her forearm was parallel to the floor.

Margaret nodded, and turned slightly and her right hand want to her lower back on that side. "I was warned about this. Little pocket. And just clip on the neckline."

Harriet nodded and quickly set the microphone in place, but Margaret apparently knew how to operate it.

"Everyone hear me?" The crowd applauded, a few whistled. She gave a thumbs-up, then grabbed a surprised Harriet in a quick hug.

"Thank you, Harriet," Margaret said, "I'm playing tourist over the weekend, then be here couple more days. I'll come by and meet your team in your dungeon."

The crowd laughed, Harriet's stammered response caught, but no words formed. Margaret grinned. Harriet caught Marie's eyes, and the Director gave a head nod toward the left wing. Harriet nodded, and quickly turned and walked away.

"I don't think our girl's had that much attention on her," Olivia said as Annie worked the woman's nipples to as fully erect as they'd likely ever been, "since, oh, forever."

"If she's even had that much attention on her when she's fucking," Annie added. Olivia let out another amused exhale.

"Well, I guess THAT surprise is out of the bag," Marie stepped forward and looked over the audience, "you all better be on your best behavior next week."

Harriet practically crashed into Olivia as she left the stage, forcing Annie's gloved hand out of the way. Olivia held her lightly as the thin woman shivered with her eyes closed. Her breathing was ragged.

As she spoke, Margaret walked to the lectern. Once Marie had silenced the crowd, the newly-announced CEO flourished what appeared to be multiple sheets of paper.

"I have to say, I'm deeply impressed how thoroughly and enthusiastically everyone's participated with this week's activities," she said as she put her right hand over her brow and gazed out, "especially today's."

Additional cheers along with the applause. Margaret sidled from behind the lectern and spread her arms in half circles, then put her right across her waist and bowed. Whistles and cheers. She stood, waved and slid behind the lectern.

"I've prepared a speech." She spoke in a firm tone, the crowd shuffled as she smoothed the pages on the top surface and focused on the paper as she stayed silent for multiple beats. Then she looked up and traded glances with Marie, then grinned. "But, I think we have WAY more interesting things than listening to me drone on."

Olivia leaned her head forward and spoke into her charge's ear. "Harriet, you okay?"

Another shiver ran down the thin body, but then she let out a long breath and her body stilled. She pulled away slightly and bent her neck back a smidgen to look into the curvier woman's face.

"Oh, uh, oh god, sorry, yeah," Harriet said in a choppy tone, "god, I'm such a lame-o."

Margaret picked up the sheets and tore the whole set in half, then bent and tossed the papers onto the lectern's bottom shelf.

"So, Marie. I think we have prize announcement up first?" Margaret took a few steps toward stage left, her and Marie slicing the stage into thirds.

"We do, Margaret. I'll let you do the honors," Marie said with a glance to the women standing out of sight.

Olivia kissed Harriet on the forehead. "Nah, that was kinda extreme out there. But, hey, I gotta go have my turn. Is she nice?"

Harriet's brow furrowed. Then she shrugged. "Uh, yeah. Guess coulda been worse."

Annie chuckled. But Harriet separated herself, but sidled to stand next to Annie. The latter put her right arm over the slightly shorter woman's shoulders. Olivia adjusted her overmatched tank to barely cover her fully erect nipples, although the sheer fabric presented no real barrier to their visibility.

"I believe," Margaret said in a grave voice that morphed to friendly, 'that we have Olivia Behar announcing our awards."

She turned to look left at the trio of women as the crowd chanted the presenter's name. Olivia smiled broadly, but before she took a step spoke sotto voce.

"Keep the glove off for now, eh, Annie?"

Then she strode onto the stage as she flipped the switch on her mic and hoped enough blood was making it to Vic's brain for him to hit the master switch. She half-turned at the waist and waved to the audience. Margaret led the applause, then turned to face the other woman as they met.

'Very good to meet you, Olivia," Margaret said as her gaze ran quickly down the younger woman's body.

"Thank you, Margaret," Olivia responded as she ran her own appraising gaze. Not that their respective measurements were precise, but this woman was aging more than gracefully. And no sign of a surgeon's interventions.

"Best Cleavage," Margaret said, "and Marie rather unkindly exempted you and me from the competition."

Olivia shrugged and held a broad smile, then pointed into the left wing. "Like when we have our karaoke contests, we don't let Teddy compete. Actual real life recording artist."

"You don't want me doing karaoke," Margaret said, "but for the opposite reason. My voice could kill."

"That good?" Olivia said.

"If I mean people will kill themselves to avoid hearing me," Margaret said, "then yes, kill."

Olivia joined in the laughter before Margaret spoke.

"But, to more pleasant matters."

Olivia nodded. She put her right hand across her brow and looked over the audience.

"I know you're out there somewhere, I saw you before," Olivia said and then paused, "so get up here, Theresa Cooper."

"WOO HOO," a woman's voice shouted off to the right. A growing circle of bodies both cheered and opened as a woman with fire red hair skipped through the opening. She held out both hands and slapped palms as she approached the stage. She'd chosen a button-front minidress in sheer cream white. The dress had a square neckline that instead of covering, underlaid her bared breasts. She bounced up the four steps onto the stage and Marie stepped forward and they hugged.

Theresa waved and blew kisses as she strode across the stage in high top black sneakers to first meet and hug Olivia, then Margaret. Then she cupped her breasts before waving again.

"Congratulations, Theresa," Margaret said, "very deserving win."

"The competition's been fierce," the winner said, "happy I stood out."

"Stood maybe not the precise word. The prize is a selection of the new toys," Olivia said, "but you get to choose your favorites."

Theresa grinned. "Have my eye on a few. Already know which ones."

She and Olivia both waved, then hugged Margaret again and walked together toward stage left. Margaret and Marie applauded along with the audience as the pair exited,

"So, Marie," Margaret said as each approached to other slowly, "your next surprise?"

"Of course." She squared and looked out at the audience. "As you're all aware, this week's been special not only because of Margaret's visiting us, but also our new client."

She let the round of cheers and applause settle before she continued.

"You've all seen the amazing new toys and gadgets, and I know a few of you have tried one or two items."

This time it was broad laughter.

"But let me introduce the woman who designed most of them. Please give a raucous welcome to Asami Kirkpatrick."

As she had at the meeting, Asami wore a wrap dress that fell below her knees. But this one was sheer, blush pink fabric. She again wore high, strappy heels. She waved as she emerged from

"Oh, shit," Harriet said from her position where she'd against placed herself next to Olivia, "I've gotta go back out there. I need to get your mic "

"You got this, babe," Olivia said firmly as she unclipped the mic and Harriet unhooked the transmitter, "you're as pretty as any of them. Now, go do your job."

Olivia goosed the thin but very cute butt as Harriet turned away from her. "Show 'em this sweet ass, girl."

Chastity

"All snug?" Grace asked as her charge held up her dress to allow her to check straps.

"Yes, boss," the petite woman answered. Grace stood and thumbed a control.

"Oh, yeah, it's definitely ready," her charge said as her eyes went to slits. She dropped her skirt and accepted the control from the taller woman and the two walked lightly to stand next to a light blue curtain.

Beyond that barrier, amplified voices spoke. Applause and cheers responded. Grace whispered.

"You're on in a moment. Ready?"

The shorter woman gave a broad smile and a thumbs up. "I was born ready."

"We'll have Jake and Colin prepped. Ready for them, too?"

"I get to keep what we, well, what we force out of them?"

Grace pulled a second controller from a pocket on her cropped blazer. She eyed her charge. "If you really want it, it's yours."

Then she moved a dial. Slow, rhythmic flashes ran down the backs of both pairs of pale thighs. "Got it running both our plugs. What you get, I get. Sure you can handle it?"

A smirk and a silent laugh was the younger woman's answer. Marie's amplified voice came through the curtain.

"As you all know, every summer we have an intern or two. This year, we went for quality over quantity. This has been her first week."

Marie let the crowd laugh that one through.

"So quite the week for her. For those of you who've met her, she's risen to every challenge, and dropped every undergarment. And I've no doubt she'll keep that up. Without further delay, let me introduce the very aptly named Chastity."

Grace's thumb pushed the control to ten as she held the curtain. Chastity stutter stepped before her stride settled as strobed flashes in rotating colors trailed her legs and along the floor. Twitching around the eyes and quickened breath matched the timing of the flashes. A heavily muted buzz followed her. She waved with both hands as she walked toward the trio already on stage. Her left hand extended only thumb and forefinger, as the other fingers hold one of the ubiquitous brown controllers.

Asami's amplified laughter was clear. "Her first week, Marie? And she's already making good use of my newest item."

In response, Chastity spun so her ass faced the crowd. She bent slightly at the hips and shimmied her hips. Raucous laughter and cheers in response.

Marie shook her head. "That's what I get assigning her to work with Grace. You remember Grace, Asami?"

"Oh, yeah. Margaret," Asami said, "if this little intern can handle a tenth of the pounding Grace took, hire her right now. If you don't, I will."

"Hey, Grace," Marie said as she looked at the blue curtain, "turn it down a few notches for now."

Chastity's body relaxed by a fraction as she straightened. The muted buzz became all but inaudible. The flashes lessened leaving short but clear gaps between each.

Marie made quick introductions on the stage. Then the quartet faced the audience. Margaret spoke.

"Chastity, you just finished your junior year?"

"I'm at Miskatonic University," the younger woman said as she bent her arms to point at her torso, "proudly showing off Cully, our tentacled mascot."

She'd exchanged her plain green corset for a sea green bodice corset that held an orange octopus under her sheer and tight white dress. Its body and eyes centered on her stomach, one tentacle curved above each breast, and one curved below, the tips of each pair seemingly intertwined to wrap each erect pink nipple. Four more tentacles extended downward, but their tips were hidden by an opaque layer of cloth that fell like an apron.

"And are you excited for your internship this summer?" Asami asked.

"Guess so," Chastity said deadpan.

Her fingers moved in her left hand. After an instant, the closest observers in the audience let out mixtures of laughs and hoots. The response spread in waves.

"Well," Marie said, "I think you ARE excited to be here."

Through a gap in Chastity's apron, a penis that perfectly matched the tone of her exposed skin rose until it quivered, apparently fully erect. Its bulbous head matched her nipples for color.

"But let's clear this up," Marie added as she quickly grabbed the edges of the apron and pulled it off.

Chastity stood straight but her hands went to her mouth. Then she looked down.

"Cully is very happy with my new job!" Her voice had an amused tone.

The erection pushed up the front of her short dress. Barely visible was the harness with its straps that held the quivering member. The pace of flashes below and behind her were upped by a smidgen. Cully's revealed lower tentacles arced and all met at a point at the top of the harness.

Asami approached and she and Marie stood alongside the intern. The former spoke.

"It'd be a shame to waste an erection this hard. And I bet it'd be a bad idea to give Cully blue balls."

Chastity laughed. "Cully definitely doesn't like blue balls."

Marie looked at the left wing. "Hey, Theresa."

The redhead took a few steps onto the stage and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Think you could help an octopus out? You seemed to enjoy handling that account for that video game with the tentacles."

Theresa strolled forward at a languid pace, Asami folded her right arm behind her back as she picked a slightly faster pace and met the redhead a couple of steps before she met Chastity and her tentacles.

"Congratulations, Theresa, on your win," Asami said as the two women shook hands before Asami made a show of admiring the redhead's exposed breasts, "those are indeed very impressive."

"Yours aren't so bad. Glad I get to meet the woman behind all these goodies."

"How about a down payment?" The guest revealed her hand. She held a cylindrical item and with a flicked finger it buzzed. An erect, angled nub jutted from it just beyond the edge of the hand holding it

Theresa laughed, then accepted the toy with her left hand. She held it vertically and worked it across her breasts and closed her eyes slightly as she coaxed each nipple to fuller aleterness.

"This will work," she purred as she continued the toy's assigned rounds as she looked at Chastity and crooked a finger.

Her heels clicked lightly as the intern obeyed.

Theresa held her palm up to stop the shorter woman. They locked eyes as the redhead applied the vibrating rod to the erect but realistic prick. Chastity's lips twitched before her mouth opened slightly. The pace of flashes behind her increased a fraction.

"Something special about this one?" Theresa looked as Asami.

"Whatever pleasure it receives, it transmits to the wearer. And it also pulses as it does its work."

Theresa nodded, then dropped to a squat and sucked half the toy into her mouth. Her cheeks flexed and the intern's mouth opened, closed, then locked slightly open. She directed the cylindrical toy in her hand between her own legs.

Chastity's free hand caressed Theresa's neck as the woman sucked the entire fake prick into her mouth, a slight pump of hips ensuring completeness. Theresa pulled back and grabbed the base of the dong with her right hand and released it and again looked at Asami. She worked the toy in her left hand along her labia before inserting half of it into her slit.

"This thing feels like real skin. Sure our girl here isn't a futa? And. Is there a prize waiting for me with this?" She waggled the this she held with her right hand.

"When the wearer climaxes, yes. So does the toy."

Theresa swirled her tongue around the prominent head, then sucked it in until her lips met the edge of her hand. She pushed and pulled the toy between her legs in sync. Then she released the prick.

"You have some nice lube? Got an idea. Plenty of folks out there seen me give a blow job. Wanna make this little girl do some work."

Asami raised an eyebrow as the crowd cheered. She took a few steps to the small table and picked up a small bottle hidden among the larger water bottles.

Theresa grinned, and with a last hard suck released the prick from her mouth and pulled the vibrator from her pussy. But she kept her grip on the dong.

"C'mon, I think with your heels and my sneakers, we'll be about right."

She stopped with the table ahead of her and waited until Chastity stopped to release her grip. She held up the cylindrical vibe as Asami stood alongside the pair.

"This is going in front." She twisted and smiled at Chastity. "Think you can sneak that through the back? I know with that plug you're wearing, you know what an ass is. Just make sure you don't cum before I do."

She looked at the lube, then at Asami's face. "Mind prepping Cully?"

Asami grinned. Theresa bent at the waist and braced herself with her right hand on the table. She reached between her legs and pushed her toy into her slit and pumped it slowly as Asuma rubbed lube onto the dong.

"Less foreplay," Theresa said as she looked back, "more ass fucking."

Chastity laughed as she shuffled her feet. Asami held the dong and adjusted the aim, the shorter intern's heels placing her almost perfectly for her targeted orifice. She pushed the head past the redhead's anal ring and stopped.

"Teasing tentacled bitch," Theresa said. Then she grunted as the tentacled bitch buried the entire shaft through her back door while the vibe was inserted through her front door until the clit nub found its target.

Chastity let out a low moan as she pulled back. "Oh wow. So tight, how does it do that?" She looked at Asami, who simply smiled.

"Sweet girl," the designer of evil toys said as she ran fingers along the intern's neck and jawline, "that's my secret."

With a swift move, the hand quit its sensual stroking and swung and landed on a flashing ass. "Push, Cully."

Cully obeyed. Theresa grunted, then shouted. "Damn! That octopus knows how to fuck an ass."

The bent over redhead and the standing intern with her octopus sigil found a pattern doubly-fucking pussy and ass where they could up the pace each second or third stroke. Chastity's mouth locked open slightly as she puffed with exertion. She held hips that balanced the older woman's tits with both hands. Theresa's forehead was planted on her right forearm that rested on the table, which squeaked slightly as it pressed against the lectern. Her left hand pumped the vibrator with increasing speed.

The crowd clapped and cheered in sync with the fucking pair. Visible sweat ran down both bodies as Asami added lube to Cully's prick without Chastity stopping or even slowing her exertions. The flashes down the backs of her legs upped their pace to match the speed of implements impaling the curvy victim's body.

"AAAHHH," Theresa moaned as her left hand pumped with a staccato rhythm. Her left heel left the floor as that leg bent deeper.

With her eyes tightly closed as she'd continued pumping, Chastity's neck arched and she looked. She shouted out a string of strange polysyllabic sounds that didn't seem to be words.

"OUT!" Theresa pushed herself away from the table as she freed the vibe from her slit and tossed it slightly aside. It rolled a half-turn before the nub stopped it. A loud squealch as the two bodies collided.

Asami's rapidly shifted her feet to nudge Chastity backwards as the intern's body shook and lube and sweat flew as the amazingly lifelike prick pulled free/ Theresa let out a hard grunt as the intruder left her ass.

Theresa spun and squatted and one arm wrapped around Chastity's ass and the other grabbed the slickened fake prick. She stroked it hard and Cully and Chastity shook as it transmitted the pressure to her overburdened clit and pussy. Multi-coloured flashes strobed down her legs and across the shiny, waxed floor.

"That's IT!" The redhead shouted in triumph as a white stream blew from the angry head at the end of the fake prick. She guided it across the tops of her tits as they bounced with her efforts to balance herself while she and Asami kept the petite intern upright. Her hand wrapped around the erstwhile impaler went to its base.

"Gotta taste it." Theresa bent and guided the prick to her open mouth as she stroked hard. A second white stream found her open mouth and extended tongue before she engulfed the head and a third of the shaft. Her cheeks throat flexed as another hard stroke further emptied the prick.

"AAAHHH! OH! Wow wow." Chastity's body gave off a last, hard, full body shimmy before she steadied. The flashes behind her slowed until they had stately pauses between each.

Theresa swallowed for another moment, then held her hand steady around its target. She pulled her head back to release it, then kissed the head. She looked up at Asami and growled.

"You bitch. Either you've never tasted real cum, or you've tasted way too much. That's way too good."

Asami shrugged, with a knowing, closed-mouth smile. Both she and the redhead loosened their holds on the intern. Much of Chastity's hair stuck to her neck and clumped with sweat.

Theresa stood, then grabbed Chastity's cheeks and bent and kissed her. It was hard and fast, and she forced the other mouth open, but after a moment the younger woman recovered and cheeks showed that tongues were engaged in hard battle. Chastity's left hand pinched and pulled at her opponent's exposed nipples.

After a hard round of applause and cheers, the taller woman broke the kiss. She put her arm around Chastity's shoulders and spun them to face the crowd. Both bowed at the waists and accepted the acclaim. As her still deep breaths continued, Cully's tentacles moved as if they were caressing her top and bottom.

As the crowd settled, Theresa turned and shouted at the blue curtain.

"Hey, Grace. Are you one hundred percent certain your girl here isn't a futa?"

Chastity laughed, then her hand went to the other woman's buttocks and gripped between them. "It's Cully. He really enjoyed fucking this ass."

Theresa bent and kissed Cully's face through the sheer fabric of the dress. "I might just let him do it again one of these days."

Then she straightened and looked at Marie and Margaret. "If you don't assign this toy to me for the campaign, you'll have to answer to Cully. Trust me, Cully doesn't take prisoners."

"Don't think that'll be an issue," Marie said, "although I think I'll make Grace share Chastity with you. I think her input will be valuable.

Margaret

Margaret held up her robe as one of the breechcloth-clad hunks Asami had conjured from behind the curtain after the wild double penetration adjusted the straps on one of the triangular remote vibes. In a skin match that was impressive. She'd seen devices sort of like this, but they'd usually been 'we have any color you might want, so long as the color you want is beige.' Not here.

She'd not known of this little branch of the company when the exec recruiter had contacted her. One reason for them reaching out had apparently been her experience handling a couple of deals with firms that might be the deep ancestors of the new client, Asami. But her devices were beyond anything those firms had even dreamed of.

"Ma'am," the hunk said as he offered her a controller, "give it a try?"

Margaret smiled and accepted the device, he'd had her flip her mic off when he'd started. She looked at the hunky face, he explained the switch and speed controls. She flipped the switch to on, then dialed it to three.

Just a taste.

"Oooh," she said, "hum, hey. Down a smidge."

The hunk squatted alongside and worked at the straps. She let out a slow breath as he worked.

"Try it."

She did. "Yeah. Sweet."

He stood and nodded and retreated behind that curtain that apparently held more wonders. Two more of the hunks had finally corralled Marie and Asami to attach their vibrators. A fourth had escorted an intern and her octopus, or was it an octopus and his intern, behind that curtain. Was she simply a university junior? Was that bodice corset simply the shape of an octopus? Or more?

Margaret shook her head slightly at even the thought. The chick might be young and petite, but she knew how to use a strap-on. Or the octopus did.

The tall redhead with the perfect award winning rack worked her way toward the opposite wing. She strutted. She bowed. She waved the vibrating dildo that wasn't exactly small that she'd just used on herself while she'd taken it up the butt from the most realistic strap-on Margaret had ever seen. She blew kisses. Received her cheers. Even with all the barely obscured flesh on display, that hot babe made prudes out of plenty.

Margaret knew Marie and Asami had a climax planned for her welcoming, one that'd surpass the climaxes that they'd just seen. But while they'd clued her in on the agenda to this point, they'd left the final act undescribed.

She'd discovered this branch as she'd delved into the opportunity, not the only arm that handled clients such as Asami, but seemingly the one happiest at it. And from what she'd seen in the annual reports and from what Marie had passed on, probably the best. Anywhere. The crew here had partied hard this past week, but the ideas for campaigns had flowed as well. Asami's and Marie's thought to generate those ideas by diligent exploration of these toys looked like it'd pay off.

But her own decision to rejigger her schedule and stay had been spur of the moment. She really did want more time to meet the folks here. She had her doubts she could replicate a cheering, waving mass of essentially naked people with other divisions, but she wanted to see what she could see.

Marie was geared up, another almost invisible vibrator in place, geeing up the crowd again. The hunk that'd just finished came toward Margaret.

"Ma'am, I was asked to collect your controller, please."

The CEO raised an eyebrow, but Asami arrived and handed her controller to the hunk. Then offered an explanation after sotto voce.

"Our three, gonna give the controllers to the crowd, first few rows. You mind?"

Margaret offered a quick laugh. Then she ran the speed up to ten, then tapped the magic button. Her breath caught for a moment before she dialed it down, held it for a moment, then flicked it off.

"Death by orgasm," she said as she handed over the controller, "a fine way to go."

The hunk with the controllers met Marie at the front of the stage. She put her hand out and the crowd didn't go silent, but close enough. She held up one controller, the hunk the other two. Then she handed hers to him and he put them behind his back and shuffled.

"While our last demonstration is happening, these are the controllers for the vibrators you just watched me, Asami, and Margaret get. I'm going to toss these out, only the first few rows, any further they won't work on us, but you folks get to control. No one knows which controls which of us. Should be interesting.'

After a surprised silence, as a single organism, the crowd pushed toward the stage. The hunk held them and Marie tossed each controller, spacing them across an arced line. After only minor jostling, all were in hands. Margaret fought to hide any reaction as her clit and g-spot were immediately assailed. She heard the muted buzz and knew Asami had the same. Margaret's settled down, and with the buzz disappearing, so apparently had Asami's.

Margaret had little doubt this would likely be the first time a CEO ever left a pool of cum on a stage in front of her employees. She again tried to hide a reaction as her privates were assailed. She smiled with her mouth slightly open to let out a breath.

The remaining three hunks reappeared, one carrying a mover's trolley. All walked smoothly in beige over the ankle waffle sole work boots. They quickly hoisted the lectern onto the trolley and one wheeled it off the stage while two gathered up the water bottles and lube. The fourth met them and folded the table legs as the crowd murmured and the hunks removed it all past the curtain.

Marie crooked her arm and Margaret and Asami strolled to join her nearer the central front of the stage. The Director glanced again at the curtain and gave a tiny nod. Two of the hunks reappeared pushing a large, square, wheeled, metal-framed item. Various straps and a suspended soft deck swung as they pushed it. They stopped just beyond the three women and quickly flipped levers and the four suction cup feet made squishing sounds as they hit the wooden floor. With quick twists, they removed the wheels and each hunk carried two and disappeared.

"And what is this Asami?" Marie asked as she led the trio.

"I'm guessing this crowd is quite familiar with sex swings," Asami said as she grabbed one of the straps that ran from the suspended deck to the top rails, "this one just happens to be combined with a mobile frame, which folds. We'll keep it around, but we wanted to save time so prepped it early. So you can take your fun anywhere."

She let her silence sit for a moment as the crowd offered oohs and aahs before continuing with a wide smile. "And do we have anyone who wants to have fun?"

A few hands in the crowd went up as folks shouted to volunteer, but a hushed wave stopped that as all eyes went to the curtain. A hunk stepped through and held it open.

A tall, curvy black woman emerged past the curtain. Her blood red bustier had deep black ribs and open cups. Moderately large breasts were pushed high and formed into perfect globes. Nipples that matched the corset's ribs were visibly erect. She strutted on high over-the-calf stiletto heeled boots. The thin cloth of her capri pants was indeed transparent, and through an opening at her crotch a thick, black erection led the parade. It was as anatomically correct as had been the one wielded by Chastity and Cully.

She waved with her right hand. In her left, she held the end of a leash that ran over her left shoulder to a hook attached to a wide leather collar around the neck of a firmly built white man. He was naked but for soft brown moccasins and a ball gag, the bright red ball making it eminently visible. His skin's near-total lack of tan lines showed diligent attention against sun exposure. As was the fake prick leading the parade, his member jutted and swung with each step.

"COLIN! PEGGY! COLIN!" The cheer started with the crowd at the front closest to that side, but quickly spread. He added waves with both hands as he was led across the stage.

Margaret winced at the pleasure burst between her legs, but again felt she mostly hid it. She read flashes across Asami's and Marie's faces that indicated they were likely being hit as well in varying patterns.

If this isn't eleven, ran through Margaret's mind, not sure I want to know what eleven is. Marie had told her to "expect the unexpected," but blowing a load on a stage hadn't been on the short list.

Nor the long list. She focused on the couple who were apparently Peggy and Colin. A rather attractive couple they were.

Asami met the rather attractive couple at the sex swing. She gave Peggy a hug, the woman accepted with her free arm.

A brunette in heels, pretty patterned black stockings with bright red garters that matched the heels, a sheer patterned mini that didn't reach the tops of the stockings nor hide the dark heart between her legs, and a cropped blazer that did nothing to hide tits that were, unsurprisingly, impressive. Even if not the largest on view. The woman had been watching from that wing for the full show, Marie had whispered that she was "Annie, she and Grace handled the show that sealed this deal."

Margaret planned to specifically spend time with that pair. She was reasonably certain what Peggy and Colin were up to, but how did Annie fit? Well, patience. Then a sound behind her caused her to turn.

Two of the hunks rolled a new contraption onto the stage. It was a metal ring. And. Marie tapped her shoulder, a quick glance and Margaret nodded that her mic was disabled.

"That's Jake," Marie said in an unnecessarily low voice, given the upsurge in cheers, "I think I mentioned him."

Margaret let out a silent laugh. He was naked and fastened by his hands and feet. Taller and firmer than Colin. Maybe larger in another way, but he wasn't fully erect. So that remained in question. Grace strutted alongside Jake in his ring, her strawberry blonde mane and a heart that differentiated from clothes identical to those of the beautiful creature that approached from the other wing. The slow but steady flashes down the backs of her legs another change. She towed a Little Red Wagon with oversized all-terrain tires covered by a red silk sheet behind her.

"You did." Margaret's drawled response. "Your 'consultant.'"

Marie smirked. But they both had to accept a series of rising and falling levels of attacks on their private regions.

The two hunks unfolded legs from the circular frame and locked them into place. The wheels flipped horizontally and four suction cups locked onto the floor. They left the wheels in place and as they walked off the stage the little intern passed them.

She'd apparently done a quick brush of her light brown hair, albeit not entirely erasing the sweat of her earlier exertion. She'd kept her green heels, but had dispensed with the dress and the strap-on. She wore a new bodice corset with a darker green base and its Cully a deeper orange. His tentacles again wrapped her nipples and this time clearly met at the peak of the exposed heart-shaped pubic hair. Its red eyes glittered in the stage lighting.

Flashes continued down the backs of her legs in sync with Grace's as she slowed to strut alongside her assigned mentor. A mentor with whom she'd fully connected, from all appearances.

Annie arrived at the sex swing and gave both Peggy and Asami hugs. Then Peggy spun Colin to face the audience and Annie stood to his right. He stiffened as Annie's right hand landed on his thigh and slid upward. Asami spoke as the hand offered light touches around the man's pubic area but not directly to erection or balls.

"Annie's wearing the new tactile glove," Asami said and Annie removed her right hand from its place and into the air and waggled the fingers, "it offers pulsating and vibrating surfaces over the entire palm and fingers. As with the two-way strap-ons, it offers feedback to the fingers to pass on pressure. It can optionally be paired with various vibrators. If you want to know more about what it can do, ask Harriet of the IT department. She's been at the receiving end of Annie using the glove. She's still alive, so far. But she's tough."

Annie hadn't gone back to groping, instead she and Grace guided Colin around the frame. He worked his way past straps and rested prostrate on the swing's platform. Annie wrapped a strap around his torso and he wrapped straps around his wrists and grabbed them. Annie and Peggy began to attach straps and restraints to Colin's legs.

Asami took a couple of steps toward the trio as Chastity reached under the red silk sheet and pulled out a stubby cylinder. The CEO stopped next to the intern as the petite woman applied the vibrator to Jake's penis, the buzz just picked up via the mic.

"This is our Vitruvian Ring. And this is Jake, although I think many of you have met him over the past week." Asami ran fingertips along Jake's cheek as cheers rang out. "And in a moment, Grace and Chastity and Cully have something new."

Asami went on tiptoes and kissed Jake, then bent and her lips met Chastity's. Then she ran fingertips along Cully's side and followed a tentacle toward and through the brown heart. The intern's mouth popped open as those fingers found their target. With a quick flourish, Asami pulled her hand away, gave a quick wave toward the curtained ring, then strutted toward the sex swing, where Annie worked a crank at the back and Peggy positioned herself between Colin's opened legs. She gave a nod, and Annie locked manipulated a couple of controls.

"As you just saw," Asami said as she pointed at the swing, "you can adjust the height. I think Colin's just right now."

Peggy gave a grin and a thumbs up. One of the hunks arrived and handed the black woman a bottle. He quickly tied a white towel to a hook on the frame and handed a pad to Annie, then retreated. Peggy uncorked the bottle and spread lube onto her erect fake phallus. Annie set the pad on the floor and knelt alongside Colin and behind him. She pulled a squat item from the top of her left stocking. Peggy nestled the tip of her prick against its puckered target. Asami stood in front of Colin and caressed his cheeks.

"I don't think I need to explain how Colin is about to get his reward," Asami said, "after a week of denial. But because of that week, we don't want him to get his reward too quickly. Annie has in her hand an e-stim orgasm deleting device."

Annie held up her left hand. Asami continued. "While Peggy gives Colin one of his rewards for his week of denial, and Annie's glove gives him a second, Annie will use the orgasm denial vibe to delay his reward. She'll provide in-depth lessons later, but for now, enjoy seeing it in action. As I'm sure Colin will. And since he isn't complaining, well, so be it. Ladies, give Colin his reward. Eventually."

A wave of laughter and cheers. Peggy shuffled her feet as Colin's neck arched back when she pushed the well-lubed black intruder into his body with slow but steady force. Annie's hands worked at his cock with her glove and around his balls with the stubby e-stim unit. His eyes closed and his chest expanded and contracted with deep but not panicked breaths.

Margaret lost it. She'd not wanted to intrude on this display of lasciviousness, so had shuffled toward the left wing. Marie, with a smile of satisfaction instead of the CEO's wonderment, had moved with her. Whether someone out there had figured out from her facial tics, they'd driven her vibe. She'd had more than one, a number in fact, of orgasms in front of a few others. But in private parties. Her eyes flashed closed and her mouth slightly open. Some goo forced its way past the vibe, but most was, for now, contained. The wicked device was dialed down, whether through luck or not, Margaret didn't care. She relaxed her body. Wondered how many of those before she'd pass out.

At the same time, Chastity left Jake and returned the little vibe to the wagon as Grace folded the red sheet back. Grace opened a wooden case. She picked up something square and handed it to the intern, who attached it to the waistband of Grace's skirt. Then Chastity picked up and attached a wire to the unit and held one end of the wire a short distance from the end opposite the unit.

Grace pulled a long, thin metal rod from the case. Chastity quickly screwed the wire to the end of the rod and Grace strolled to stand in front of the man. The intern walked and stood between Grace and Jake.

"Grace is holding a sounding rod." Asami spoke as she took a couple of steps toward the strawberry blonde, who held the rod up. "This one has the additional capability of being used to do an e-stim impulse. For those wondering how this works, watch."

Margaret's eyes widened. Not only at the renewed assault on her clit and cunt, but also at what was happening in front of her.

Colin's body remained rigid, his eyes signaling what seemed to be his ultimate pleasure. And frustration, as he was pegged with full, deliberate strokes by the woman named, oh, god, Peggy. While Annie manipulated the man's prick with that glove, which likely couldn't have gotten harder if you'd filled it with concrete, and his nuts.

But it was what the other two, again aptly named, Chastity and Grace, were doing to Jake. Marie had made little secret that she, Asami, and the strawberry blonde had tag-teamed this well-equipped example of the male of the species the entire previous weekend. And during this week. And that he, and they, had no qualms about her joining in the rotation. Margaret's thumb spun the gold band on her left hand. Ah. Such days.

But right now. That cute, sweet, and oh so innocent intern, with the eyes of her octopus seemingly lit from within and watching intently, held Jake's impressive penis still. Grace had inserted that rod. Holy shit, she'd inserted it slowly into his FUCKING PENIS!

Margaret came again. GODDAMN. If she ever found out who had the control. She'd either fire the fucker or promote them. Grace was pushing that rod into the man's prick! She'd stopped a couple of times and tapped at the unit at her waist. His face had gone, well, elsewhere, as his body rippled.

How far? Was she going to push the whole thing in? Asami spoke.

"How far? It's a matter of anatomy, skill, and desire. We'll have workshops next week. But it's not something you do quickly. We'll let Grace work."

She strolled back to stand at Colin's head. The frame shook slightly as Peggy pumped. Asami stroked the man's cheek as his neck bent and sweat covered his exposed skin.

"Bit longer, Peggy? Annie?" The former, sweating along with her victim, released her victim's right hip and gave a thumbs-up. Annie looked up and grinned and nodded. "Good."

Asami turned. "Grace, ready?"

Her hands paused, she turned her head and nodded, then returned her attention to her task. She made fine adjustments with her angle as she pushed the rod forward. Jake's eyes closed and like Colin, his neck arched and his mouth opened. His body rippled, stiffened, rippled. Without a gag, his moan was easily audible as Chastity and Grace kept his prick and its inserted rod steady.

Grace's free hand went to the control on her waist. Jake's grunted moan was loud as his body shook, muscles rippled outward from his crotch. The ring groaned with the pressure, but the two women kept his cock steady and aligned. Jake let out staccato huffs as whatever exactly was happening to him continued. Grace tapped the control again and his body loosened, but didn't fully relax. His head lolled slightly. Grace seemed to overemphasize the movements of her fingers at the control, and Jake's muscles displayed his impressive physique as each group did its best to tear either Asami's Vitruvian Ring or his own body apart. But his expression was. Well, Margaret winced, but then decided she shared that expression as her entire crotch simply spasmed.

She'd squirted, on the rare occasion, usually at those parties with like-minded attendees and a skilled, very skilled partner. Or two. But even without that, a good orgasm meant plenty of goo. And these were good orgasms. Despite the barrier, it wasn't dripping down her legs, it was flowing. Her legs wobbled, but Marie pushed tight and to anyone at a distance, nibbled at her ear. Which she did, along with the whisper.

"There's a cheat code, a master switch on the unit. I'll slide in front, use it. Almost ready to finish up."

Margaret let out a hard breath, meant as a thank you. Marie sidled so the CEO's arm was hidden. She pushed it quickly between her legs, found the nub, and flipped it. The device went still. Marie continued her slow walk as if nothing had changed.

"Whoa," Margaret whispered, "thanks."

Marie smiled as she moved and they both stood at an angle to watch the action. Both added the occasional wince to hide their secret.

Grace slowly withdrew the rod from Jake's body with short pulls and pauses. His eyes were open, but unfocused, and his muscles rolled with each pull. With a last, longer pull, she freed it from his body and he let out another long moan, followed by a deep breath that he held. Grace spun and held the rod up and took a bow. Chastity leaned and kissed the quivering cock she still held, then visibly licked its length before she swirled her tongue around the angry red and engorged head. With a second kiss, she released it.

"Something to keep in mind," Asami said as Grace and Chastity both walked to the wagon, "is thorough cleaning. But we'll spare you all that, I'll whip Grace's very attractive ass to make sure she takes care of it later."

The crowd laughed as Grace bent to show that attractive ass and her plug strobed wildly, as did Chastity's, for a few seconds. Grace wrapped the rod in a white cloth, then restored it to the case in the wagon. The intern's mouth opened and she shook, but she mastered herself and pulled a glass jar with a lid from the wagon. She walked quickly toward the suffering man in the sex swing, his less-defined muscles spasmed and flexed as his assailants both pushed and denied him his release. The intern unscrewed the lid from her jar and knelt next to Annie.

"I think we're ready," Asami said, "to give Colin his final reward."

Annie's left hand left Colin's body as her gloved hand gripped at the rampant erection just as Peggy rammed her toy home and the intern held her jar under the very swollen head of the real prick. A scream forced its way past the ball gag as Colin's neck threatened to snap. A hard, viscous stream shot into the jar, droplets splashed against the inside of the glass. Annie and Peggy coordinated a second, then a third, and finally a fourth assault to force diminishing shots as a surprisingly large volume almost half-filled the jar. Colin's head swung and his eyes gyrated as they forced a final few drops from his body. Chastity quickly stood, Cully's eyes glittered in the lights and almost seemed to glow and focus on the jar. As she walked toward the wagon, she screwed the lid onto the jar.

Both Colin and Peggy went slack. His head drooped forward as ragged breaths forced their way in and out of his nose and around the gag. Peggy's chest rose and she held it, then she slowly pulled back, and once the member was free of the body, it slowly drooped as well. Annie stood and walked to stand at Peggy's left shoulder. They took a quick bow, then set at freeing their victim. Annie released the snaps and removed the gag. Colin coughed and drooled, and gasped at air. The two women helped him to his feet, and after a moment of shakiness, he smiled and joined them in a group bow to applause and cheers. But both women stayed close as he wavered

Grace had pulled the black, double-jawed blowjob toy of evil from the wagon and teased Jake's prick with it. As the far trio took a second bow, Chastity set her filled jar in the wagon and grabbed a second empty one, unscrewed the lid, and left that on the wagon. She joined Grace as her mentor coaxed Jake's flesh to full hardness before she applied lube to it, slipped the little bottle under the strap of her stocking, extended the inner jaw of the toy, and slid that onto the hardened cock.

Annie looked over and shouted. "Not THAT THING! YOU'VE CORRUPTED OUR INTERN!" Asami laughed and Grace stuck out her tongue. Peggy turned them, and led the trio toward the left wing, Annie's muttered comments coming through only as sharp sounds.

Grace used both hands and Chastity added one as they applied considerable speed and force as Jake pumped his hips to the degree his position allowed. Asami started a rhythmic clapping that the crowd joined in on. She upped the pace with each round to match the attack the pair performed on the impressively large and hard cock with the toy. At some connected look between the strawberry blonde and the victim, Grace took control and pulled the toy free as Chastity's right hand grabbed the base of the shaft and her left held the jar at the head of that shaft. Her right hand stroked with visible effort showing in her face, and again Cully's eyes seemed to glitter and glow. She pumped multiple shots of ejaculate into her jar, until a last stroke yielded only drops. She again kissed the prick before stepping away and as Grace held up the toy and bowed at the waist while Jake bowed his head, the intern screwed the lid on her second jar and stored it in the wagon.

Asami led the applause, and Marie and Margaret joined her, as three of the hunks in breechcloths emerged. Grace handed the blow job toy to Chastity as she joined with the hunks to free Jake from his restraints. She supported him as he stepped onto the stage with an unsteady step, they gave the applauding crowd a full bow, stood, then a second.

Chastity pulled the red sheet to cover the wagon's contents and took the handle. She waited until Grace and Jake, arms around waists, met her and they waved as they headed toward the left wing. Annie's shout from the opposite side was audible even over the shouts and applause.

"GRACE! YOU TOTAL WHORE! YOU'VE RUINED THE POOR GIRL!"

Chastity grinned. Cully's eyes glittered. She strutted as she towed the wagon.

Asami, Marie, and Margaret led the applause as Grace and Jake, followed by the intern and her tentacled partner with their wagon, had left the stage to one side. Colin turned bracer as he and Peggy urged Annie off the other. Marie spoke.

"I believe our intern and her octopus have some plans for what she collected. I'm sure it won't be the end of the world or anything."

The ripple of laughter had a confused tinge to it as Chastity waved. Marie continued.

"So, boss," she said as she looked at Margaret, "do we pass muster?"

Margaret laughed, then shook her head. She started to speak, stopped, flicked her microphone on.

"I was going to close this site down, fire all of you," she deadpanned, "but maybe I'll keep you going after this. Except for whoever has the control to my vibe, you're getting promoted. But it's up to Asami, she's the one paying after all."

A cheer, two hands went up, each displayed a controller.

Asami smiled. "Well, we've already started a couple of the campaigns, so far, great response."

More cheers.

The fourth hunk appeared and walked behind her, carrying a box. He joined with the others and they set about cleaning the ring and the sex swing with supplies from the box.

"We'll keep these up here for everyone to check out," Asami continued, "feel free to, well, give 'em a try."

"You all have your orders," Marie said, "let's get to work."

The crowd gave a fake groan, then applauded as the three executives shook hands and waved.

The End

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I hope you've enjoyed this tale. If you'd like to read my previous 'Nude Day' entries check out City of Angels (2019, in Erotic Horror), Sex, Toys and Video: A Tale (2020, in Exhibitionist and Voyeur), Serve and Volley (2021, in Anal), and Books, Butts, and Bare Bodies (2023, in Exhibitionist and Voyeur), all here on Literotica.

Sajini's story is in Sajini's Farewell in the Anal category. After her description here, couldn't be anywhere else.

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