Women Who Vibrate at Work

There's a retirement party in the office and Clara is serving chocolate cake to employees. We're a tech company, so there's an unspoken philosophy that retirements are good because they make way for younger talent. Maybe that's why Clara is in a good mood.

Later that afternoon I'm called to her office. She's my boss, the Chief Technology Officer, and I'm her top data analyst. Our location is designed like a campus and she's on the fifth floor of one of the buildings. When I enter her office, she's sitting behind her desk with a sour expression, unlike the party earlier.

"What's wrong?"

"Brightening job market," she says. "At least for the AI market. That's what's wrong."

I sit in front of her desk, she looks straight at me. No smile, nothing.

"Aren't strong job markets a good thing?"

"It means employees have options."

Right away I know what Clara is talking about. Tight job markets have people hanging on for dear life. They do everything they can to avoid getting fired, no matter how much shit they have to take from other people, anything beats getting let go.

On the flip side you've got booming job markets where people leave like it's nothing. Hate your boss? Coworkers? Better deal somewhere else? Gone in a heartbeat. You also have 'revenge quitting' where people don't give the courtesy of advanced notice.

Clara clasps her hands together. "Listen, the reason I called you here is because some of our best young talents are leaving. Two have already left. I'm talking about the AI division, the future of all tech companies, and we're being outspent by competitors. Get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I get it. What does the CEO say?"

"Exactly what I'm telling you now. We need to do better on talent retention. Make sense?"

"Makes total sense."

Clara smiles. "We'd appreciate if you could make the employees feel more welcome around here. Especially the younger ones, they have less loyalty. You know, be friendly. Make them feel appreciated."

"Sure, but you remember that I work in data analytics, right?"

"You're also very attractive."

The unflinching look in her eyes and tone in her voice are suggestive. She doesn't add anything after that, she lets her statement hang in the air for me to digest. She doesn't break eye contact either. I've always known Clara to be ruthless at business, how else is a woman supposed to climb the ranks? But this?

"Well, then I'll be serving coffee and donuts tomorrow."

I give a rosy smile, hoping that's what she meant, but she doesn't smile back.

"Be serious," she says. "We both know what I'm talking about."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Let's just say I've spent time on my knees."

I lift an eyebrow. "Praying, you mean."

"Yes, I was praying. Are you on board or not?"

"Anything to support this company."

xxx

For the last few days I've looked into the people who've left, hearing they went to a rival company that's pumping more money into AI than we are. I'm also hearing that several of our brightest are looking at accepting offers elsewhere. There's an unspoken rule between tech companies that we don't poach each other's talent, but dangling offers are fair game.

Clara identified three women she wanted me to speak with. They're young, talented, and they're adept in machine learning. Like it or not, women are highly sought for tech roles. It makes the company more gender diverse and wards off lawsuits.

Mid-morning after running errands, I approach Josephine Chau for a quick word. She's typing on her laptop in the open space work area. She's meticulously dressed in a thin cotton sweater and jeans pants. While others are busy talking from a distance, now is the best time to have this awkward conversation, whatever this conversation is supposed to be.

"How's everything?" I ask.

She looks up at me and smiles, a warm expression. She's the shy type, we've spoken several times at company parties, but never about work.

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking."

The awkwardness kicks in and I sit on the edge of the table, scooting closer so the guys in the area can't hear us.

"Just so you know, you're a valued member here. We appreciate your contributions. I know that some of your work may go unnoticed, but I can assure you, the future looks bright for you."

She looks puzzled, but she's also thinking, like she knows something.

"What made you say that?" she asks.

"Clara wanted me to convey this message, to be honest."

"Clara?"

"Yep, the CTO has eyes on you. You must be doing something right."

The curious look on Josephine Chau's face changes into something else...

"So this is one of those deals?" she asks.

"You can say that. The boss likes you."

Josephine's mouth hangs a little and her lips move. Her eyes start to come alive. I swear this scrawny computer geek is becoming horny. Maybe I'm misinterpreting things.

"Follow me for a second?" she says.

"Sure, if you want."

First she looks around to make sure no one is watching. Then she opens the desk drawer and grabs a small box and her phone, then she has me follow her. There's this giddy expression on her face that makes me question this whole situation.

When she leads me into the bathroom I try keeping an open mind. Maybe she has a personal gripe with someone and wants this confidential. Maybe there's a sexual harassment situation and the bathroom is where she can be honest. But when she looks at me, she's trying to hide a nervous smile.

"Okay, so I've heard about this deal," she says. "Honestly I've always thought you were so pretty. Can we work out a deal perhaps?"

"What did you have in mind?"

Josephine opens the box to reveal a small device, a bright rose flower that looks battery-powered. I know a vibrator when I see one. I've just never seen one with that shape or design. An actual design of a rose. And she's presenting it to me.

"This is something we use in the office, you know, between the girls. It can be remote controlled with an app, which is a lot of fun."

"Why are you showing this to me?"

She looks borderline terrified, as if she'd misjudged the situation, which she has. She composes herself, stands upright and tosses her raven black hair behind her shoulders, knowing she has a degree of leverage.

"I've always wanted to control someone," she says. "Usually I'm the one who gets buzzed at work. It would be kinda cool to try it on someone else."

"Does upper-management know?"

She gulps. "I thought there was an understanding. I assumed that's why they sent you... or have I made the biggest mistake of my life?"

I look at the flower-shaped toy that Josephine Chau holds in her hand. She's like a deer in headlights wondering if she's ruined her career and reputation. I could destroy her if I wanted. One report and she'd be done in this industry. But I'm not like that. I want to climb the ladder as much as anyone else.

And I realize my boss sent me here for a reason. For this. What an insult.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"No, no, not at all. It looks scary, but it's designed for comfort. Are you going to try?"

I stare at the thing, having never used one before.

"Maybe another time," I say.

"Oh."

Josephine closes the box and holds it behind her back, like she revealed a secret she shouldn't have. Her face blushes and her eyes dart around, looking anywhere except at me.

"I'm sure we can find another way to accommodate you. I'll talk to Clara."

We leave the bathroom trying to act normal. Of course, it's easier for me than her, Josephine is the one dealing with the shame of holding a vibrator in a box. She goes to her desk and pretends like nothing happened, but I can tell she's jittery.

xxx

There was a compromise of sorts. Josephine and a few women in the AI department were given a private workspace to do their thing. To my knowledge, that was enough to convince them to stay, instead of leaving for a better salary.

I thought my role was done until I get a text from Clara telling me to visit them. Something about making sure the 'brats' are behaving in their private world. At least this breaks the monotony of looking at the screen all day in my office.

Fourth floor. Down the hall. Engineering building. The place has glass walls with frost, so you can see people's shoes if they're inside, but you can't see what they're doing.

I knock and open the door, a nude blonde with massively-framed glasses is sitting behind a laptop. Lexi. She's a young engineer and her style of glasses are recognizable a mile away. Three other young women are also nude and they're standing around Lexi's laptop discussing something. There's a board with formulas written. Coffee and electronics are scattered across the table.

Their jaws drop when they see me and I can hear their gasps. Their hands cover their breasts and crotches, one girl grabs her clothes from the table and starts getting dressed.

"Oh my god," Josephine says. "We... we didn't know you were coming."

I turn my head away. "Should I wait outside?"

"Hang on."

I step into the hallway, listening to the sound of clothes ruffling, footsteps, the wheels on the chair moving around. It makes sense why they wanted an office for themselves. I understand what they get from their deal. The ability to work freely on their project, and the ability to... whatever...

Josephine steps into the hallway with me in disheveled clothes and she's breathing heavily from rushing. She's also holding a box. I peek into their workspace and see two naked girls staring in my direction with bewilderment.

"Sorry about that," she says.

I take a closer look at the box she's holding. From an internet search the other day, I found that it's a Mooligirl device, rose shaped vibrators that can be controlled via phone apps. For sex partners to play erotic games. So why is she holding it now? Right in front of me.

"There must be a misunderstanding," I say.

"Clara said you'd be interested."

"Why is that a conversation topic?"

"Ummm... because we requested an office sub," Josephine says. "That was a term we had. Or else, you know, we've gotten good offers at other places."

So I'm the sacrificial lamb. Losing these talented young women would fall on my shoulders. All because I'm, what, attractive? That's what my boss called me. 'Attractive.' And my boss knows that I desperately want a promotion.

I look at the box Josephine is holding and her hand is trembling.

"How does it work?"

"Super easy," she says. "Place it beneath your undergarment. Look at the shape. It's designed to be an easy, snuggly fit. We'll... ummm... handle the rest."

A million questions come to mind, like how long I'm supposed to be involved with this? And for what hours during the day? I'm busy just like everyone else, working quietly in my office or having meetings.

Instead of questioning her, I take the box and act natural about it, like I'm a pro, like I've done this before. Does she know that she has more experience than me when it comes to vibrators? I don't want to come across as a prude. I act calm while her eyes light up. She must think I'm a sex deviant.

"Whatever."

Her eyes gleam. "So you'll do it?"

"If it keeps you happy. I'm busy right now, is there anything else?"

"You're so cool. I honestly thought you'd reject this offer. Thank you."

Her giddy energy is a charm and she gives me a careful hug, not wanting to cross the line, so she wraps her arms halfway, then steps back to respect my physical autonomy. The irony, of course, is that I'm holding her vibrator. God knows if they've used it before.

I smile and try to act passive about this. She rushes back into the office, I'm sure to get naked again with her friends and tell them all about this.

Josephine was right to assume that I'd reject the offer. I walk away mystified that I've agreed to play their game. But I guess I'm a corporate whore. These days, who isn't? The job market is tough for most workers and I'm no exception.

She's right about the vibrator being a smooth fit. In the bathroom I examine the Mooligirl device, its rose-shaped design is oddly innocent-looking. I'm a data analyst -- my days are spent crunching numbers, not... whatever this is. Clara's words echo in my head: Do a good job and you'll be rewarded.

I slip the device beneath my undergarment. Despite the rose shape, it's comfortable and doesn't feel intrusive. I let the stimulators press against my privates and I adjust my clothes so everything looks natural. It doesn't hurt. I fix my appearance in the mirror. No one will suspect a thing.

Back at my desk, I try focusing on a dataset comparing customer retention rates, but a question lingers. Who exactly has control of the device? The thought of them laughing at me is unsettling, but whatever, they're doing the same thing to each other. So who cares?

Later that afternoon, I meet with a product design team to discuss a new feature rollout, and the hidden vibrator hums to life. No one can hear it. No one can see it. But I know it's activated by remote control. It's soft and pulsing at first, barely noticeable, but it catches me off guard.

We're standing in a large room where products are designed and I'm surrounded by mostly men in casual attire. Liam is speaking, I'm listening, but my legs cross as I pretend to be natural. I'm only halfway listening to what Liam is saying, I'm catching a few talking points, but whoever is controlling the Mooligirl product is turning up the intensity and I consider excusing myself to use the bathroom.

If I don't pull this out, I'm going to cum.

Simple as that.

The vibration intensifies, the steady rhythm beneath my undergarments increases, and I cross my legs tighter while standing. A different guy, Ryan, starts going on about A/B testing but the sensation is relentless and I nod to whatever he's saying. The device hits the right spot with laser focus and I fight a losing battle.

When someone makes a joke and everyone laughs, I cum inside my pants. I pretend to laugh as well, the perfect cover at the right time. I wet myself. Not wet enough to seep through my pants, but a mess nonetheless. I shift my legs to move the rose petal out of place, even using my hand to push. No one notices.

As soon as the meeting is over I head to the bathroom and put the device in the sink. I use a paper towel to clean myself and my undergarment. Taking a breather, I pick up the device and examine it, still wet with my orgasm.

Now I understand why Josephine and her colleagues are obsessed with sexual practices in the office. I'm not saying that I condone it, or that I ever want to experience it again, but I get why they were naked in that office, doing whatever they do.

The next day I work in my office, but this time the vibrator sits on my desk when no one is around. I didn't mention my orgasm to anyone. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing what they did to me, that sense of power. I also didn't want them to think that I could easily be controlled by young employees.

When the pink rose device starts to buzz on my desk, I know they're fucking around. It buzzes harder than yesterday. It vibrates loudly on the hard surface of my table. I'm supposed to be wearing it right now and I wonder if the brats know I have another meeting soon. Perhaps they're trying to time it, wanting me to orgasm before my meeting, or worse, missing their chance to get me during the meeting.

It dawns on me that they hit a bullseye yesterday. The brats KNEW about the product meeting yesterday and got me to orgasm around that group of guys. They must have gotten my schedule, which isn't hard because I'm always meeting with people. I wonder if they spied on me yesterday, watching from a distance as I came in my pants, turning up the heat as I squirmed.

Shoving the vibrating Mooligirl product into my pocket, I close my computer and march all the way to their private work space. The brisk walk takes a few minutes and my blood is boiling when I get there. I see their silhouette through the frosted glass. I see their heels and shoes through the clear glass on the bottom. The vibration in my pocket has finally stopped which at least cools me down a little.

I don't bother to knock on the door when I open it. There are four young women, all naked sitting around the large table. It's a legitimate work area with laptops, whiteboards covered in algorithms, and coffee mugs scattered about, but the casual nudity throws me off.

They're all sitting around Lexi, whose jaw drops and she adjusts her oversized glasses while looking at me, and I notice her phone is open on the table. It's apparent that she's running an app. The obvious assumption is that she's running the app to the Mooligirl device in my pocket and they've all been looking at it. Perhaps chatting (or laughing) about which vibration settings to use.

Eyes are wide. Hands cover breasts. No one says a word.

I take the vibrator out of my pocket and dangle it.

"Do any of you know my meeting schedules?"

Of the four naked computer engineers, only Josephine musters the courage to respond. She does so by sheepishly standing, not bothering to cover her dark asian nipples or patch of raven black pubic hairs. Her body language seems meek as she approaches me.

"Please don't be mad," she says. "We pushed too far by accident. You're always in control. That's why making you squirm was so hot. Here, can we show you?"

Josephine is naked before me, then she leads me to the table where the group is still sitting. She tries to be comfortable with her nudity but I can tell how awkward this is for her. She's used to being naked around them, but not me. As I approach the conference table, the young engineers either loosen up or become more tense. They feel judged by me. They're unsure how I feel about them.

She shows me the app on the phone. The levels of vibration it can produce from a distance.

"You see," she says. "It wasn't a personal attack. We wanted to make you... you know..."

"To make me cum? In front of people who work here?"

Lexi stands, moving her hands away to reveal her large pink nipples, and she looks at me through those giant framed glasses, which I always thought were so adorable on her.

"We struck a deal for this. It's only fair. No one was in danger."

Lexi's defiance is tepid, but I respect the effort, and before I know it, Josephine reaches over and starts unbuttoning my top. It's so egregious that I just let it happen. Partly out of curiosity. Partly out of sexual frustration for all that's been happening lately and being around these nude women. And partly because, if I'm being honest, I've already come this far and my promotion is near.

They're not doing this maliciously. More than anything, their hesitation is on full display, with both Josephine and Lexi working together with slow hands to remove my top, while the other girls sit back in shock that this is happening. They're curious about doing this with someone older than them, someone with greater authority in this corporation. That, more than anything, is what gets them off. At least when it comes to me.

First my top, then my bottom, then my undergarments get removed. They've done this before, undressing their target, I'm sure of it. They're too proficient. I think of my boss's words as I'm stripped down and maybe I'm not that different from these young women. They do it for pleasure and career, and I'm doing it for career, but in the end we're all headed to the same place. The same orgasms as well.

I'm naked in front of the group and my hands cover my nipples and pubic area. Meanwhile the women in the room have become emboldened by their victory, putting their hands down to let their breasts show, no longer intimidated by my presence. Their eyes are having a feast looking at my body. It takes years to build a reputation but this might be my undoing. My status in the office, the respect I've earned among peers, even simple friendships, I could lose it all if people saw me like this.

When I say everything is off, I even stand barefoot on the carpet.

"The deal was privacy and orgasms," Lexi says. "It's a give and take thing."

Again with the false confidence. Lexi is no business woman, she doesn't have the chops for it, but the girl knows what she likes -- sexually speaking. She kneels and looks at me through those large framed glasses. Her eyes are big. She's a smart young woman. Talented. And it seems like she has an insatiable appetite for sex and all the games that come with it.

Her confidence shines when she sticks her tongue out and licks between my legs. I put my hand on the table to hold still while she does it. I close my eyes and my toes curl into the carpet. They're doing this for titillation, I keep telling myself that I'm doing this strictly for business, but deep down I know I'm enjoying this way more than I should.

While being licked, Amanda, who's sitting near where I'm standing, opens her legs and starts rubbing herself. She masturbates to what's happening to me and I hate being this vulnerable to someone who only started working here last year, even though we're both naked. I used to collaborate with Amanda's project manager and she'd be in the background listening and staring at me. In hindsight, I'm sure lustful thoughts were going through her head. It would explain why she's fingering her pussy so furiously and her eyes are locked on mine.

I close my eyes and try to relax while Lexi puts her tongue in deep. This is so humiliating that I wish I'd never see these girls again, that they'd do me a favor and leave to work somewhere else, hopefully never telling anyone about this. I imagine them having the time of their lives yesterday when they vibrated me. Was it Amanda who came hardest, having fantasized about me for so long? Did Josephine enjoy her chance at being a domme? Or maybe Lexi schemed this whole thing and she's the mastermind?

My eyes squeeze shut. I feel myself slipping, my hips twitching on their own, a clenching sensation between my legs. It sneaks up on me, tight at first, then explosive. I don't say anything. I just moan. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of making weird noises while being eaten out.

By the time I open my eyes, Lexi's mouth is covered in my fluid. I'm looking down at her. Wet lips, dripping chin, a few tiny splatters on her glasses. Next to her, Amanda keeps her hands on her thighs while sitting in a pool of her cum and she's breathing heavily.

I grab my clothes which had been placed on the table, stuffing everything into my arms, then I grab my shoes and leave the room, using my index finger to open the door handle. I'm sure they're wondering why I'd prefer to be naked outside. Getting dressed in the hallway feels less demeaning than dressing in front of them. There's no one in the hallways to judge me.

xxx

No one knows why I got a new office. People I work with seemed puzzled about my new location because they'd have to walk further to reach me. I'm now located on a higher floor in the administrative building. My office has already had a hard launch, in the sense that I've been naked here before. I undress, starting with my jacket and pants, shoes, undergarments. I don't like having lines on my clothes so I place everything in a neat, folded pile on a nearby chair.

The question now becomes, how do I present myself to Clara who'll be coming here any moment? She's been busy lately because of a major product launch so she never got a chance to see me in action. She's been keeping tabs on everything though. What the younger women have done to me. What I've done to them. The vibrations around the office, of course.

Should I pretend I'm typing on my laptop and that working nude is nothing to me? Should I try to act sexy, leaning back and putting my bare feet across the desk? Or should I be myself? Timid about letting her see me like this. I chose the first option. I access my laptop and start responding to an email in length. I'm not in the mood to work, not when I'm totally bare and know she's coming.

There's a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say.

The moment I've dreaded. Clara opens the door and there's a smile on her face. She's wearing an expensive blouse with jean pants and heels. As she closes the door behind her, her eyes examine my nipples and look down to my feet at the bottom of my desk. Her first time seeing my nude body and I can tell she likes it.

I close my laptop and she takes the seat in front of me. Her eyes never leave me and she's fixated on my hardening nipples. We talk about the product launch and she asks questions related to data -- more specifically, the user retention metrics I'd forecast. I get the impression she doesn't give a shit at the moment because she's already read my reports. Clara is big on reading reports with a fine tooth comb.

What she's doing is testing if I'm cool under pressure, if I did what I said, and if I'm comfortable with nudity and sex in the office environment. She seems pleased and I guess I've passed whatever test this is.

"I mentioned a bonus," she says. "I'm a woman of my word. You'll be taken care of."

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"Can you show me the toys?"

I put my laptop aside and reach in the drawer and arrange the different devices on my desk. From the classic rose petal shape, to the classic vibrators, all given to me by the girls.

Clara walks over to me, looking at the devices on my desk, and also a closer look at my nipples and the rest of me. I'm shaved and that makes her smile. She sits her bottom on the edge of my desk and crosses her arms.

"You're the ultimate bargaining chip," she says. "God forbid if we had to pay those women more money."

"So that's what this is about? Saving a few dollars?"

"Fair market value. People should be paid their worth. Not a dollar more."

I'm speechless for a moment, because for the last month, I've been on my knees eating out those young women, letting them cum in my mouth, letting them take control and vibrate me around the office. And letting them give me oral at will. All for a cost-saving scheme.

Clara looks me in the eyes while I come to this realization, then she looks at my lips. She licks her own lips while looking at mine. I'm sure she's heard the stories about how I licked those women, especially Lexi and Josephine, who've trained me and showed me how they like getting service.

She breaks the tension by picking up a vibrator and examining it.

"Try it on me," she says.

"All the way?"

"The way it's supposed to be done."

She doesn't say anything beyond that and she doesn't move her body, she simply expects me to take charge for once, at least when it comes to this, whatever this is. When I hesitate, she holds out the vibrator, letting it hang between the tips of two fingers.

I take the vibrator from Clara's fingers, my heart racing as I realize she's serious, her eyes daring me to cross this line with her, in a way I've only done with those young women. Since she's not taking any steps to remove her bottom, that responsibility falls on me, so while sitting naked, I reach forward to undo her jean pants. She stands and makes it easy for her pants to fall to her ankles. She's wearing white panties and I pull them down. I know she's prepared for this moment because she's had a Brazilian wax, possibly yesterday or before that, it's that fresh.

Looking at her labia is crossing a dangerous line. I've long respected her, everyone here does. People fear her. But she asked for this. Trying to be respectful about it, I touch her labia and open her. She's slightly wet, and to have something like a Mooligirl vibrator put inside, slightly wet isn't enough. She needs lube. When I look up at her, she has an eyebrow raised.

So in place of proper lubrication, I give her a strong lick, right across the clitoris. Now I have to figure out how she likes it, whether she's a Lexi or a Josephine, whether she likes pussy licks, or hard sucking motions. Going through different motions, Clara is definitely a Josephine type, someone who likes it hard and rough with powerful suction and deep licking. It makes sense given she's the alpha type and gets off on power play.

I eat her out for a few minutes, more than necessary, tasting her wetness, bringing her close to an orgasm. When I pull my mouth away, a trail of her fluid hangs on my chin and I wipe it with the back of my hand. Now she's primed and ready.

Taking the vibrator, I insert it inside, gentle, centimeter by centimeter, until it's all the way in. Every inch of the pocket sized device. I'm assuming she wants the full experience, not just a quick orgasm, so I put the vibrator in place and then pull her panties up. Same with her jean pants, zipping it up and doing the button.

"So what now?" she asks. "What usually happens between you all?"

"I'll get dressed and we'll go... maybe to the engineering department."

"Giving me a taste of my own medicine?"

"You'll see."

She watches me get dressed and I wear everything except for underwear. She doesn't say anything about that, but I know she thinks it's hot. Before we go, she takes my underwear and places it across my desk, right on the center, spread out. I grab my phone and we leave.

End

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