At work the next morning

Maryanne woke up only ninety minutes after going to sleep. She was tired and her wrist, fingers, pussy, and rectum were still sore. She took the now dead vibrator out and sucked it clean. She then gagged and brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth.

She showered and though she desperately wanted to stop herself, she blowed her hair dry and teased it up with extra-hold hair spray. She then applied thick layers of make up. She did look like a whore.

She put on a pair of five-inch heels and a trenchcoat. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of her apartment.

Outside she saw Dominique chatting with the door man. Her neighbor rolled her eyes and shook her head then walked off. Maryanne hailed a cab. Once inside she gave the address to the driver and started vigrously fucking herself.

The cabbie looked in his rear-view mirror. "Hey, don't mess up back there!" he said in a Russian accent.

"Mind your own business, and I'll pay your four times the fare!" said Maryanne.

The driver shrugged.

On the way, Maryanne managed to cum and orgasm twice, and her juices leaked onto the back of her coat which she was sitting on. She paid the cabbie $60 for a $15 fare and got out. She started sucking her thumb.

She quickly walked into the building, past the staring security guard and to the elevator. There were two co-workers. Robbie, the aging southern belle accountant, and Tyler, the young hotshot PR guy. They both asked her what was wrong, but Maryanne just kept sucking her thumb and avoiding eye contact.

She quickly walked to her office, attracting disbelieving stares at her whorish look and thumb sucking. She went inside her office, took off the trench coat and lay naked on the floor with her arms and legs stretched out.

A couple of minutes went by when the door flew open. It was Roy, he was angry and holding a piece of paper. "What the hell is this email....oh my dear lord," he said as he realized the email was not a joke.