The Monday Morning Management Meeting

There's no way they can be observing us in here, is there?

The Monday Morning Management Meetings, or MMMMs for short, include all the restaurant staff with any managerial or special roles. They are held in the back room. Unless one of your staff is one of your blackmailers, or under the employ of one of your blackmailers, or unless someone has installed a hidden camera in this room, and is able to see your hand in your pocket, surely they should have no idea whether or not you follow through?

No, I can't think like that, and I can't risk it!

They could have some sort of wireless receiver checking whether they detect the commands being sent from your remote control. And also if you don't follow through, Cassie will probably ask you why later at home, and the game would be up. So, you have to **** her. You watch as she stands up from her chair to give her part of the weekly briefing, knowing that this poor until-recently anal virgin has a sizeable sex toy lodged in her back door. She must feel so uncomfortable and self-conscious right now.

"Good morning everyone, I hope you are well. First, let's talk shifts." She speaks completely normally. You're impressed. But now, it's time to test what she sounds like once it's buzzing away inside her. Inside your pocket, you press the button on the remote control.

She instinctively moves a hand towards her butt, as if to address the vibrating ****, but then quickly stops herself, transforming the motion into casually placing her hand on her hip.

Nice save.

You can't hear any buzzing sound, but you already knew you wouldn't. You and Cassie had tested the noise level before leaving the house, just to be sure.

"Richard and Jocelyn are swapping Wednesday and Thursday, as previously arranged, and Tim is covering for Angela on Friday." Cassie's voice is calm and collected, without any hint that something might be awry. But, unfortunately for her, you know it won't be that easy. The vibrator has several more functions that, as instructed by the blackmailers, you were not allowed to warn her about. You press the button again, knowing that this will increase the vibrations from weak to strong.

Cassie squeaks in surprise, which she attempt to convert into a coughing fit.

"Sorry." She says in a hoarse voice, without looking at you. Nobody looks any the wiser. She got away with it.

"Next, let's talk logistics." She recovers her measured tone. Her eyes flick to connect with yours ever so briefly. You give her an apologetic look as you press the button again, sending the vibrator into a 'pattern' mode. This make the toy pulse its strong vibrations rather than have them on permanently. Much like a siren or alarm clock, this makes them much more difficult to get used to and ignore.

Cassie breaks into a second coughing fit, and you see her knees wobble a little.

"Logistics."

She takes a deep breath.

"We may run out of ice before the next delivery. I will saaaa..."

You press the button a third time. The pulses change to an even more irritating rhythm: several weaker pulses separated by long blast of strong vibrations at regular intervals, causing her to make an involuntary sound.

"Sorry, my own notes are confusing me, that's all. I will send someone to buy some more from the supermarket. Any volunteers?"

Cassie looks up again, scanning the room. When her eyes meet yours again, you press the button one final time. Chaos mode. Vibrations of completely random intensity and duration. Never settling into a pattern, never staying the same for more than a second.

"Y-yes thank you Tim, that would be p-perfect, but I'm sorry I need to go use the toilet!" Cassie sprints from the room.

You realize you're as hard as a rock. Your fiancée's predicament and embarrassment is massively turning you on.

Am I a bad person?

"I'd better go check she's okay." Your staff nod with agreement and concern. You follow Cassie to the staff toilet.

You catch the door with your foot before she can close it, and slide into the cramped WC alongside her, locking the door behind you.

"You fucker!" She whispers. "You could have warned me!"

"If you knew what to expect it would have been too easy. Are you mad at me?"

"Mad? I'm too freaking horny to be mad!"

She pulls her skirt up, revealing a clear damp spot in her panties. You respond by moving her hand to feel your throbbing hard cock.

"Me too." You grin awkwardly.

"The difference is, you're allowed to masturbate later." Cassie complains.

"You can masturbate too, as long as you only use your ass." You tease.

Wait, am I getting too into this?

"Oh, piss off you. Get out of my bathroom. I need to sort myself out."

"Ah, yes. See you back in the meeting." You turn to leave.

"Oh, and darling?" Cassie asks sweetly.

"Yes, my love?"

"Could you please turn the fucking vibrator off."

Overall, Cassie manages to obediently obey every single instruction she was given, including the daily porn and dildo ritual. And she does it all without a word of complaint. She is made of sterner stuff than even you realized. Using the security camera system to watch her facefuck herself with a dildo that's just been in her ass, you find yourself feeling strangely proud.

But then, the inevitable happens - it becomes the 1st of the month again. And that means you have to log onto the blackmailer's website again, and review your new list of options.

Surely it can't get even worse.

...Okay, it can get even worse.