A Remote

Sabrina handed you a small, black remote that looked like it could go with a sound system. It had a Power button, a Bluetooth button, a Mode Button, and a single, long button with plus and minus signs on it, with a numbered LED display beside it, currently at zero. Curious, you pressed the plus sign and held it down, raising it to 50, presumably out of a hundred. After a second, you heard a strange, low buzzing noise, and Sabrina slapped your hand.

“Jesus.” She whispered frantically. “Go easy on that thing.”

The combination of the flushed look on Sabrina’s face, the she clenched her legs under her long skirt, and the buzzing noise you were hearing clued you in on what exactly her present was. Mercifully, you pressed the minus sign.

“Come with me,” You said, “Unless you want to see that number hit 100.”

Looking like she was no longer sure this was a good idea, Sabrina followed you into the janitor’s closet. You lifted up her skirt to confirm your suspicions. A pair of telltale bulges sat beneath her panties, one on each side of her body. Two vibrating plugs controlled by the remote in your hand.

“Today,” You said, solemnly, “is going to be a fun, fun day.”

Sabrina just looked like a deer in the headlights. “You realize if you get us both fired with that thing, we’ll end up homeless. Right?”

“Relax.” You replied as you smoothed her skirt back down. “I’m horny, not stupid.”

You both slipped out of the janitors closet and back to your respective cubicles. You left the vibrators turned off, not wanting to rush into the whole thing and spoil the buildup. You sat down to check your email and turned the vibrators on, setting them to the lowest level, 5. By your figuring, that would be just enough to get Sabrina warmed up.

Most of your emails were just typical work stuff, but one informed you that you and Sabrina were to report to Garrison’s office at 9:00, when the partners usually got in. Of course, that was still an hour away, so in the meantime you dug into the tedious work of an intern. After about half an hour, you bumped the remote up another notch to increase Sabrina’s suffering. This was meant to be a punishment for her blueballing you, after all.

Finally, 9 AM rolled around, and you got up to head over to Garrison’s office. As you approached the door, you saw Sabrina walking up, looking very hot and bothered. Since you were a merciful guy (and didn’t want to accidentally get fired) you turned the remote back down to zero before you knocked on Garrison’s door.

“Thank you.” Sabrina whispered.

“You’ll pay for it later, trust me.” You replied, eager to make her sweat it out.

Garrison opened the door, letting you both in.

“Ah, good. John and Sabrina. I was just thinking it was time for you two to come by. Take a seat.”

He gestured to the two chairs on one side of his desk, and you both sat down in them.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve guessed, the reason I’ve called you here today is because of your work yesterday. Benthouse is fucking thrilled at how well you two did, and around here we believe in encouraging good performance. So, today, instead of filing and working spreadsheets like the rest of the interns, you will conducting phone interviews for a client. Pretty much the same schtick as Benthouse, but over the phone. You can go to room B3, where no one will bother you, and do the interviews there. Sound good?”

Both of you nodded eagerly, excited to do something a bit more interesting than the usual work.

“I’m glad, because the partners have agreed to give you both a little something extra for doing this kind of work. It’s not a raise or promotion really, but we’ll be upping your pay by a dollar an hour. Further good performance will be similarly reflected. Get what I’m saying?”

The implication was pretty obvious. Do well at this, and you could expect more money and maybe even promotions. Do poorly, and you’d be back to shuffling papers.

“Good, now, go get to it! I’ve got work of my own to do.”

You both shuffled out of Garrison’s office. The door had barely slammed shut when you cut the remote up to twenty.

“Oh god.” Sabrina gasped, getting weak at the knees. “You’re really gonna make me walk down to the basement like this?”