She needs to talk to the CEO now

However, Morgan realized she couldn't delay her meeting with the CEO any more than she already had. After all, she was already in pretty deep shit for what she said at the meeting, and she really needed the CEO to not think this was a joke. As such, she gulped and did her best to ignore the itching as she headed for the elevator and went to the CEO's office's floor, quickly checking in with the receptionist with a meek smile where before she would have a disinterested glare for her. She really didn't need more reasons to be in trouble, and she had heard her CEO say before at meetings he would not tolerate anyone disrespecting his receptionist.

She quietly waited in a chair, occasionally pretending to adjust her clothing just so she could scratch herself, until she was finally called in. When she walked in, she saw a very unhappy Mr. Alexander, the CEO of the company.

"Please Miss Shepherd, take a seat and explain to me what that little stunt you pulled off yesterday was," he said in a stern voice as he motioned to a chair in front of his deck, and Morgan nodded, quickly sitting down and making herself look as small as possible.

"You see, sir-", she started, but gasped as was cut off as her face went red, feeling the egg and anal plug inside of her turn on, vibrating violently as she had to suppress a sultry moan right in front of her CEO, gasping as bit as she breathed heavily, as Mr. Anderson stared at her expectantly.

"Well? Continue," he told her as her face became more flushed, struggling to keep the pleasure from overwhelming her body in front of this man.

"W-well,that was, ahhhh, a-all my fault, s-sir, my secretary E-Elena said so. S-she should t-take my position and, fuck, I should be her secretary..." she said without even thinking, as if following some programmed response that had been put into her, and even after she realized what she said, she couldn't open her mouth again to retract her statement, some **** compelling her to stay shut.

"Sounds like you finally got your mind out of the gutter, Miss Shepherd. My receptionist, Miss Alba will be your instructor in how to be a secretary, go meet her immediately and follow her every instruction," he told her, and she demurely nodded as she struggled to hold back her moans, rushing out of the room and to where Miss Alba was, still sitting on her desk, but now looking at her with a smirk as she gulped, only taking a sigh of relief when she felt the vibrators inside both her holes subside.