George collects his egg.

Abbey was still asleep when he went to work; he expected she would be hung over, so he didn’t disturb her. He swung by the pearl shop and grabbed the necklace Abbey had held for him to give to Jasmine. It felt strange, not just that he was buying pearls for his secretary but also that his secretary and wife had discussed which pearls and booked them for him.

Jasmine sat behind her desk outside his office. She was wearing a black and white dress which George was convinced was much bustier than anything he had seen her wearing in the past, including at social events.

“Morning, Sir, care for an easter egg?” she said as she pulled out a basket of colourful eggs. There must have been more than a dozen, and George realised that it was 15 days to the Easter party.

“Is there one for each day until the party?” he asked.

Jasmine smiled, “Abbey had some suggestions, but most are mine,” she said.

George frowned and took the pearlescent one before placing the bag from the pearl shop on her desk. “For being a great assistant over the last couple of years,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, “I hope you don’t mind that I wore a dress that would complement the necklace.”

George laughed, “I haven’t even seen it. And the dress looks good on you.”

She smiled and thanked him as he went into his office. As he sat down at his desk, he looked at the egg. It was about the size of his fist and very light. He figured it must be hollow. Out of curiosity, he shook it and faintly heard a rattling inside.

Having an idea, he pulled open one of his drawers and sharply cracked the egg on the edge of the drawer, which crumbled under the pressure. Sifting through the powdered and fractured remains, he found a piece of plastic. After a moment, he realised it was a polaroid. He blew the dust from it and quietly groaned at what he saw.

Jasmine, sitting back, spread eagle, a white hand fingering her cunt. He flicked it over. On the back, there was some writing, ‘I prefer cock, but Abbey’s hand worked while I’m waiting for yours. Also, don’t listen to Abbey. She wants to draw this out. On the other hand, I want to get straight to the juicy bits.’

He quickly messaged his wife. “You told me to pick the pearl one because you knew it would just be a tease?” he asked.

Then he messaged Jasmine, “So which egg should I take?”

Jasmine was the first to reply, “Maybe tomorrow you should try the candy-striped one. Though, don’t open it until late in the afternoon.”

He laughed. He didn’t really know what was happening, but he enjoyed it. A few moments later Abbey replied. “Yeah, well, anticipation is half the fun, trust me. Take the flat red one tomorrow. I can’t wait till you open the big plastic one.”

He frowned and stood up. He walked to the door of his office and said. “Jasmine. Is there a plastic one in that basket?”

She smiled at him. It was a knowing smile. “No, sir. There is not a plastic egg in this basket.”

“Then why did Abbey say she can’t wait till I open the big plastic one?” he asked.

Her smile only broadened.

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