A Vase

Your researcher takes her time eyeing you up and down as you stand naked in front of her. "Well, it would be nice to stretch my legs...", she begins, but obviously changes her mind mid-sentence. "Oh, I know, I've got something!" She moves a small pile of papers over, clearing a large space on her desk. "Good thing you're flexible, Jen", she says. "Please get onto the desk and get your feet behind your head".

You give Diana a bewildered look but rules are rules. Even if you only just wrote them yourself. You climb onto the desk with a bit of an embarrassing hop and flip onto your back. Fortunately you are indeed flexible enough so you lift your legs and manoeuvre your feet into the requested position. With each inch your pussy lips and still sore butt cheeks are pulled further apart and both your holes are as open as they have ever been by the time you are in position and pressing your knees down with your arms... And these holes are exactly where everyone is looking. Your head is slightly raised so you end up staring at them too to avoid the chance of eye contact.

Diana in the meanwhile has produced what she was looking for in the shopping bag next to her handbag: a few bundles of artificial flowers. "Got them for something else, but couldn't resist", she says to nobody in particular. With no further preamble she begins inserting the bundles, alternating between the orifices presented to her. Even without any lubrication the pieces are thin enough not to hurt your anus much as they enter; your pussy is wet enough to take much larger things. Diana stops with two bundles in the former and three in the latter and steps back to admire the view. Without false modesty, you have to guess it looks quite appealing... Just belonging in a kinky bedroom, not an office.

"Back to work, everyone", Laura announces, and slowly the small audience disperses. Diana is still grinning like a kid when she resumes her seat. She returns to her database, but her new tabletop decoration clearly distracts her. She catches you catch her looking too; somehow the look that passes between you does not send the needles of humiliation right into your brain, though.

The position is easy enough for you to maintain, you discover. It is not necessarily a blessing, though; you realise you would welcome a physical distraction from the almost painful mental alertness to everything that takes place around you. You can sense every look you get in your naked glory and hear every conversation. Your own department is bad enough, of course, but others come in too. Bella, your... Rival, for the lack of a better word, personally and professionally, enjoys the view far too obviously as she is having a little almost work-related chat with Diana. Something (the Rulebook, presumably) tells you that in this reality she visits your part of the office far more frequently than she did in the world as you know (or knew?) it... The reason is not exactly hard to work out. Thankfully, Diana is quite brief, if not exactly curt with her and soon Bella leaves. Diana turns her attention back to her desk. Suddenly she reaches out and pats your bare cheek. You gasp at the touch and she winks at you.

"Vases can be touched, you know", she whispers. You think a few heads turn your way trying to see what is happening (the words could not have been heard at that volume), but her hand is already back at her keyboard.