A moment alone

You want to scream, but you don't have the energy. Lying back on the soft, cushioned couch in a fashionable corner office, all you can do be bewildered by the utter insanity that had led you to this point.

Thankfully, the hurried morning and change of scenery was making memories of last night a slight bit less vivid, but you still had the heels, hair, dress, makeup... that change of clothes couldn't arrive soon enough, they HAD to be better than this, even though you knew they would still probably be some secretary work clothes...

Actually, when would they get here? WOULD they get here?

You pull your phone out of your purse and hesitate: You finally had a moment alone, did you really want to spend it talking with EDNA?

You risked it: "EDNA, when will the change of clothes arrive?"

"Your clothes will arrive in under 10 minutes," a map popped up showing a marker where you were and one that was presumably the delivery driver with the route between you marked. Since you weren't familiar with the area, the map didn't mean a lot to you.

"Okay, thanks." You took a breath against the corset, for the first time you were feeling a bit calmer.

"Were you successful in your goal of sleeping with Raymond Teller?"

You froze. This again? You could tell it to shut up but.... then it might ask the question when you're in the company of other people. You don't want a repeat of the car. No matter what you did, it seemed every action you took gave Ray a signal to give you even more attention, and it was exhausting.

"Yes," you reply. It was best to keep it simple. Hopefully that would make EDNA shut up about it.

"Were you fired as a result?"

"No." Keep it simple.

"I will calculate other ways for you to terminate employment..."

"NO!" If EDNA tried to 'help' you again with this....

"Do you not wish to terminate employment with Earnest Lumber?"

You think for a second, an answer either way could screw you over. "I will make my own decision on that matter."

EDNA was silent for a moment. "Which decision will you make?"

"I don't know," you say with exasperation.

"You are demonstrating lack of decisiveness with you career path. This is can be detrimental to your long term employment prospects."

If EDNA had a neck, you would have wanted to strangle it. "Well that's MY decision to make."

"Very well, I will assist you with whichever decision you choose."

You blink. Was it that easy? It couldn't be that easy... not with EDNA. Then again, it had already had you sleeping with your boss, what worse could it do?

"Okay just... let me know of whatever 'assistance' you plan to give me," gotta have some insight into what EDNA was thinking.

"Understood."

You put the phone back in the purse and lay back on the couch again, exhaling hard. You were exhausted. You'd been constantly on the go, trying to hold up this feminine identity while trying to bat back all this attention your guise was giving you.

You felt drained, you gradually realised you hadn't even had breakfast this morning, and the corset hadn't let you eat as much as you would have liked at dinner last night.

And through all this mix of feelings, you were also feeling... aroused?

You tried to fight the feeling back but that just made you focus on them more. As unwanted as they had been, Ray had been giving you a lot of "attention" while your avenue for relief remained trapped under a prosthetic crotch.

You try to distract yourself. Cross and uncross your legs under the stretchy, shiny latex dress. . You shift in the couch, feeling the padded layer between your buttocks and the couch, and your long flowing hair down the back of your neck.

This is insane. You stand up and limp around the room, catching yourself in a full length mirror (because of course Ray has one). Once again, you're reminded of what Ray is seeing. A pin up (albeit slightly dishevelled). Red lips, dark eyeshadow, hourglass figure, big hair, plenty of cleavage, and a shiny dress that clings to your every curve. On impulse, you give a sultry smile and see the woman in the mirror give you one back!

Damn! This was meant to make you calm down and now you're more turned on then ever!

If you don't do something you'll be in the aroused mood all day. Do you really want this? In RAY'S company no less?

You turn around, looking at the office. You had very few options for relief, but at the very least you need to inspect the prosthetic further. You could do so on the couch, but it's in full view of the office door. Instead you limp to Ray's office chair and sit down, sinking into its big comfy padding, and putting your purse aside on the floor. The big mahogany desk gives a bit of cover, and since the office door is on the side at the end of the room, someone entering won't immediately look in your direction.

You look down and are not sure how to proceed. Arguably you should be pulling up the hem of the latex dress, inspecting the seams of the prosthetic... but your urges are making you impatient.

You experimentally press down on your crotch through the shiny, stretchy material of the dress and the pulse of pleasure instantly makes you want to do it more. You'd been satisfying another man's pleasure for what seems like forever, but what about your own?