As the dildo poked into her pussy, Cheryl gasped. John made himself busy behind the bar, knowing full well what was happening with Cheryl.

Cheryl bit her lip as the dildo kept elongating but also started vibrating. She dropped her pen and gripped the sides of her chair. She started moan, and her chest heaved. The dildo finally elongated deeply into her, and she had an orgasm. "OH GOD!" she cried.

John popped up from behind the bar. "What's that?"

"OH god!" cried Cheryl.

John walked over. "What are you doing?"

"Oh my god!" said Cheryl.

"Are you riding my sybian chair?"

"Wha....oh god! What?"

The dildo stopped vibrating and receded.

"It's a chair maid for my female guests who are **** for sex, and are not able or willing to find a man, and you chose to sit there and get off right here while you're on the clock?"

"I...um...I...what?"

"I should report you to your bosses!"

"Um...uh....please no!" Cheryl started to regain herself.

"I have security cameras in here, and I have your shameless slut behavior on tape."

"Please, no!" pleaded Cheryl. She got up, a hole in her skirt and panties, and her panties wet. She clasped her hand over the hole.

"Tell, you what. You forget about the paperwork, and I may not show your supervisors the tape of their employee's whorish behavior."

"Fine! I'll forget all about it!"

"But there's something else," said John.