Why Not?

“Sure, Tanith, I’ll be there.”

After all, you don’t feel half bad and you can always change your mind.

Tanith grins back approvingly. “Glad to hear, can’t wait to see you there,”

You begin working amazed at how awake and aroused you are.

As you make yourself busy with the books, Cheryl slips in.

“How are you feeling, boss?”

“I’m fine, just a bit…well, you know…aroused.”

“Want me to help with that?”

“I’m not gay, Cheryl.”

She laughs. “I wasn’t going to suggest THAT. Of course, I’m more than willing.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No problem. You’re great Teri. Best boss I’ve had. Let me find something to help you.”

Cheryl disappears.

You try to focus on work, but your mind keeps drifting back to the lurid sex you saw at the party.

You barely get anything done by the time Cheryl struts back in.

“I have the perfect solution, boss.”

She holds out an object. It’s takes you a moment to recognize what it is.

“Cheryl! That’s a butt plug. How is that supposed to help me?”

Cheryl leans in and whispers. “It’s magic. While you wear it all of your naughty thoughts will flow into it.”

“What happens when I remove it?”

“All those thoughts go back into you. But, you can pull it out right before the party. Then slide it back in when the party is over. Some of the girls swear by them.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just an elaborate practical joke?”

“I swear. Just try it.”

You take it from her. It is cold and black, with runes written in red on the top.

“Fine I’ll try it. But, if this is a prank I’ll be pissed.”

You head to the bathroom and go in a stall. You pull down your pants. You touch the rounded point to your asshole. It is incredibly smooth and with a little push it goes in.

Suddenly, all your sexual thoughts just dissipate. There’s work to be done.

By the time you walk back to Cheryl, you feel like Mother Theresa.

“So does it fucking work or what?”

“Watch your mouth, Cheryl! We’re here to work.”

You are a focused dynamo the rest of the day. You boss, William is duly impressed.

As the day ends, Cheryl grabs your hand.

“Time to party, boss! Want me to help take it out?”