Grace Gets Off

If Grace thought people hadn't noticed her new look, she was very, very wrong. She'd only just logged into her computer and the company chat when she had a message from her boss asking her to come to his office. Once she was there he took on a very serious tone, "Grace...look...you're a bright girl. I know we haven't given you the most stimulation here but you've performed all yours tasks admirably...but there have been some complaints..."

"Complaints? About what?" Grace asked.

"Well..." Grace was shocked to see his eyes drift down to her chest and stay there, "Your attire. When you started you were very professional but I've been asked by several people now to talk to you about the dress code. Using clothing to express yourself is fine, but..."

Grace's first reaction was to apologize. Grovel even. That's what she would have normally done. But maybe along with a new style she'd learned a new way of dealing with things too, "Are you looking at my nipples?" She asked him suddenly, cutting him off.

"Wha..huh?" He looked up immediately, "No I was...Grace. It's not appropriate to come to work without a bra."

"So you want to dictate my underwear now? I am not sure I feel comfortable with you talking about my bras." Grace shot back.

He was flustered now, "No. I. Grace...don't try to turn this around, you know the way you are dressing is not appropriate. It's distracting..."

"Distracting? It is not a woman's responsibility to dress for men who can't control themselves. I am dressed in a way that is comfortable for me, that is all. Show me in the employee handbook where it says a skirt and blouse is unacceptable? Go ahead, I'll wait."

"Now Grace..." He began.

Grace didn't let up, "In fact why don't we call HR in. This is really that kind of meeting isn't it? Shouldn't they know my boss is sexually harassing me?"

"Sexual...no Grace. Look, you got the wrong idea. I don't have any problem with how you are dressed. I was just relying concerns others had, I just want you to be safe. That's all. Listen...how about you take the rest of the day off? Paid of course. And we just forget this whole conversation ever happened?"

Grace nodded, "Ok." She stood up and tried to offer a small olive branch, "And thank you for warning me about others. I'll be careful whose company I keep." She turned and left, excited for the day off.

Her first stop was the sex store. She waltz in and found the owner waiting at the cash, "It's you! How are the boots...I actually stayed late, I was sure you would be coming back almost immediately. I can't believe you are still walking around in those."

Grace felt good about herself and did a little twirl, "Ya. I feel great actually. So I beat your time? I can take them off?"

"Beat it? Here." He took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "You blew it out of the water. You were made for those boots. They are yours, free of charge, just as I promised."

Grace accepted the paper and read it, "30 minutes? That's it?"

He nodded, "That's a very long time for a beginner. I didn't expect to be giving away free boots. Those aren't cheap you know. But a promise is a promise. Oh, here." He passed her a tiny key, "For the padlocks."

Grace bent down and removed them, she went to undo the boots but stopped. She wasn't actually at her limit. Her whore trait wouldn't let her break her promise. She'd been paid to keep them on until she hit her limit and she wasn't there yet. She stood back up, "Actually I'll keep them on for now. But it's good to be able to take them off later when I'm ready."

He nodded, "Wow. Ya. Of course. Is there anything else I can help you find?"

Grace thought for a moment, "Ok. This is going to sound...weird..."

He interrupted her, "Weird? Honey this is a sex shop. I get all kinds of weird."

"Ok. Well my friend...she hates, absolutely hates, wearing underwear. Of any kind. But she also has this thing about not leaving home without a toy...you know...there. Do you have anything that could help her? I know she's tried using tape, but obviously that's not ideal."

"Hmm, an interesting problem. No underwear, how about a harness? Let me show you." He brought her over to a rack and picked up a mass of straps. "This goes on like this," He held it above his waist, "It doesn't cover the crotch at all you see. This one is specially made for..." He picked a giant dildo off another rack, "This. It inserts right here and well, you get the idea. It comes with lots of accessories. However I think you could also use it to hold in one of our insertable vibrators. Come look at these..." He led her over to another aisle.

Grace looked at them, she thought it might help Eva out. "Ya. I think you are right. I'll take this one, and the harness of course."

"Wonderful...you know...well...you already know I'm a pervert..." Grace did not like where this was going, "If I'm totally out of line just say so and I'll never speak to you like this again but...well...I would love to watch you try those out."

"What..." Grace couldn't believe it. He actually just said that? Oh shoot, now he was going to offer her money, wasn't he?

"Ya. What do you say. Will you let me watch you get off with that harness and vibrator? I'm curious to see if it works."

Of course Grace couldn't say no. It had practically been removed from her vocabulary, "$500." She said.

He whistled, "That's a bit steep...how about $100 but you put the harness and vibrator on in private and give me the remote control. Then you wander around the store until I make you cum. You'll still have to pay for them afterwards, but that's a big discount."

"Deal." No! She didn't want that. But some part of her brain thought $100 was a fair deal. "I'll use the changeroom then."

He grinned, "Here let me open the package first," He opened it and removed the remote control, "Here you go." He handed her the vibrator and harness. Grace sighed and made her way into the change room. What had her life become?