Under the Desk

You froze.

What else could you do, even a tiny movement or noise could give you away.

Ray shifted his chair forward a slight bit to start the meeting. It made you even more trapped in the desk's footwell, but thankfully he still hadn't noticed you.

"So from my point of view the expansion makes a lot of sense. Obviously a lot of our customers have their own product range and we don't want to directly compete with them, but if we look at ways to expand our range of products rather than just raw materials, we can..."

Your eyes went wide. Was this it? You were you trapped under a mahogany desk while some business meeting happens just above you?

Ray talked on, about plans, customers and a proposal of some kind that was strongly advocating for. Damian seemed to make regular polite queries that implied he was critical of the whole plan, while Peter didn't say much except asking a clarification or two.

All you could do was sit back in the confined space and endure. Damian and Peter weren't going to to see you unless they had a reason to walk around to Ray's side of the desk. Ray meanwhile... mercifully hadn't noticed.

The voices droned on. It seemed vaguely interesting in terms of the future direction of the company but you couldn't focus. You sat back on your haunches and could feel your legs starting to cramp. You reached up to your fake breasts that were still cupped by the red bra, and then just put your hands back on the floor for support.

And then, it hit again. Adrenaline and panic subsided somewhat, and your mind gradually returned to your preexisting arousal.

This was the worst time for it. You could absolutely not bring attention to yourself, especially not Ray who's legs were inches from your face right now. Your logic held for a while, unfortunately as much as you tried to sit tight, staying motionless in a business meeting you couldn't even take part of didn't provide a lot of opportunities to distract yourself. The feelings just grew.

A little stimulation? Just to tide you over?

You reached a hand down and lightly prodded your naked prosthetic crotch. It felt good.

You glanced up, and saw Ray still hadn't noticed you. In fact, he was more focused on the meeting than ever. Damian had abandoned some of his politeness and now was stating much firmer objections that Ray had to battle against.

You could do this. Just hold to the end of the meeting. Once alone, you grab the clothes by the door, get dressed and head home.

You just need to... you press again... oh, so good.... yes, the more you keep your mind off the current situation, the more you'll be able to endure.

You start slow, drip feeding you stimulation. Pushes, rubs, prods. It had been building so long. You'd been given sexual stimulation with no release for such a long time. You push harder. You smile, and reach into the opening of the prosthetic vagina. Yes, here's the magic. Just enough to...

You're not sure when you closed your eyes, but when you open them again, you see Ray's eyes looking directly into yours.