Well, she said there's a way to deal with difficult clients...

"I think we should take Miss Moen's advice. After all, she did tell us earlier that she has a way of dealing with difficult clients," you say. The redhead's fire calms down and a devious smile creeps over Barbara's lips while a dumbstruck look falls over Moen's face.

"Do your worst!" she puts on a brave, defiant face. "It won't change anything."

"We'll see about that," says Barbara as she picks up the metallic vibrator. Standing in front of her prey, she holds the vibe in front of Moen's face. "I bet you use this on your lunch break all the time," she taunts. In response, Moen turns her head up and away. Because of the angle and her hair falling back, you notice the tiniest glint of something from...inside her ear?

"Hey hold up a sec." You move in and take a closer look. There's a tiny device, like an earwig, in her ear. Moen suddenly realizes what you've spotted and she tries to turn her head to conceal her ear again, but it's too late.

"NOOOO!" she squeals as she frantically wiggles around, but you are able to hold her head steady and fish out the device. She is looking a lot more panicked now.

"Huh." You aren't sure what it does or how it works, but you have a hunch. "Check her other ear," you tell Barbara. She does and pulls out an identical device from the other ear. "I think we found Molly's secret weapon against subliminal messaging."

"N--no..." Moen stammers. "Those are just hearing aids." Both you and Barbara give her an unconvinced look.

"Well whatever they are, they're out," Barbara says. "Now where were we? Oh that's right, you were going to tell me the password."

"Not gonna happen," Moen responds, a little less confidently than before.

"Alright, well, don't say I didn't give you a chance." Barbara straddles the chair and places the vibrator on the seat between Moen's legs. Your job here seems to be done, so you sit back against the desk and prepare to enjoy the show. Instead of cutting to the chase, she starts unbuttoning Moen's blouse, revealing a cream-colored lacy bra. "Ooh fancy. And how convenient. A front clasp!" Moen squirms in her seat, but there's no escape as Barbara opens the bra and pulls the cups to the side, freeing the hefty double D's. "My my, Miss Moen. I think somebody's already getting excited," Barbara taunts as Moen's thick, juicy nipples have already hardened.

"Fuck you..." Moen says under her breath.

"I think you have that backwards, dear." Barbara moves downward, unbuttoning Moen's slacks and sliding them over her hips, bunching them down past Moen's knees. The panties appear to be a matching set with the bra as they are the same color and pattern. Barbara picks the vibrator back up. "Now at any time if you want to tell me that password, you just let me know." Met with silence, she turns on the vibe and it buzzes to life. Moen gasps as the vibe touches one of her heaving breasts. Barbara teases from one breast to the other, further hardening those dark pink nips as the vibrator pulses over them.

Maybe the aphrodisiac incense is affecting her or maybe she has a bondage fetish. Whatever it is, Moen is definitely getting turned on by this.

Next, Barbara moves the buzzing bullet southward, pushing along Moen's slit through her panties. "Uh oh. Looks like somebody's getting wet..." Barbara taunts again as the panties darken with moisture in a thin line down the middle. "You're going to ruin your pretty panties. Tell me the password and we can stop."

"N...No!" Moen gasps. Barbara responds by applying more pressure down below. "Nnnnmmmmm," she moans. Barbara keeps the vibrator pushed firmly against Moen's pussy and with each breath, the moans get louder. Just before it reaches a crescendo though, Barbara removes the buzzer, leaving Moen panting on the edge.

"Molly, dear. Tell me the password," Barbara repeats.

"I can't..." Moen struggles to say. "I won't."

Barbara turns to you. "I think we need an extra set of hands on this. You want top or bottom?"