Chapter 81 – Office Toyed

As I sit down at my desk with my cup of coffee, Mal’s cuppa sitting on his desk waiting for his arrival, I start scanning the email and go over last night in my head. It turns out Grace’s question of which dildo I wanted to play with was rhetorical. She wanted to watch me try them all. Admittedly, the strawberry flavored pink one tastes really good but play blowing three dildos while my friend and apartment mate gives a play by play of the action is just humiliating. Especially as she refers to the light one as Mal and the dark one as Danell. I don’t even know why I took ‘Darnell’ deep into my throat like that, but Grace was certainly impressed and had me do it over and over.

I’m almost one hundred percent sure she was referring to the toy when she said, “Later on you should try that on Mal!”

After Grace had enough of watching me suck off the plastic toys, we spent some time playing with the nipple clamps and the bullet vibrator, but she really focuses on the vibrating panties. They’re quite ingenious. A little vibrating plastic toy, perfectly molded to press against a pussy is looped into the panty’s crotch. When the high hipped panties are pulled up, it holds the vibrating portion snug against that area. And with the way the surgeons have me folded up underneath this prosthetic, it’s pressing right up against my penis. It doesn’t vibrate really hard or fast, but with its particular positioning it doesn’t need power or pressure. Its effects are immediate and stunning.

The vibrating butt plug is mild. It gets my attention, but it barely raises my arousal all on its own. The nipple stimulators are surprisingly effective, but it’s still my nipples. They work, but it takes some time for them to really spike my arousal. The vibrating panties though? They turn on and my arousal is suddenly almost out of control. My thighs instinctively slam together, and I have to concentrate to not have my hands grip at my groin. I’d imagine these would be fun for a sexy couple alone. But there isn’t anyone I really want to play with or at least am able to play with. I’d say Trixie, but I know until I settle up with her on the whole Darnell situation, anything I share with her would get shared with him. And I don’t want him with any control over something this powerful in my panties.

Grace plays with it… or rather has it play with me… for a while before admitting we both need to get to sleep. Of course, without getting me off, that leaves me with the frustrating possibilities of either going to sleep horny as all hell or trying to embarrassingly get off with my new toys.

I chose horny as hell. And that feeling didn’t go away as I still feel aroused here at the office. Some of that can simply be blamed on Grace’s instance that I wear everything to work. The vibrating butt plug, the nipple stimulators, and the vibrating panties. She even checked me before I walked out the door. The only ‘win’ I got was the fact that all three remotes were safely in my purse. I might be wired for play, but no one had access to play with me.

Happy with how I got away with that, I get the office humming. Emails sorted, voicemails dealt with, file work filed. When Mal comes in, I remind him he has an early appointment with Darnell and then call to Darnell’s desk to have him come over right away. Darnell is there faster than I expected but his reasoning is evidently double edged. Smiling at me, he leans down on my desk and says in an almost conspiratorial whisper, “You know, after this meeting, I might need some help in the copy room. Remind me when I come out and we’ll take care of it before lunch.”

With the cocky grin of someone that’s going to be getting head soon, Darnell strolls into Mal’s office. Still having to play the role of dutiful secretary I follow in and **** a smile on my face. Once both Mal and Darnell are settled, I return to my desk and close the door behind me. Hoping that I can fake out Darnell at least one time and not end up on my knees again today I decide I have to talk to Trixie as soon as possible. Picking up the phone I hit the speed dial to Trixie and have to suppress my own giggle when her infectious happy mini scream flows into my ear, “Paaarrrriiiss!!!”

We chat a bit, with me telling her about my date with Art and Trixie talking about her night with Darnell. Trixie again thanks me for ‘taking care of Darnell’ yesterday afternoon as he was able to last quite a bit longer than normal. While avoiding the more humiliating parts of the date with Art, I let that slide into what I want to talk to Trixie about, “Hey, you know going out with Art made me think that I’m ready for a man of my own. You know, not sharing Darnell.”

We go back and forth, but it doesn’t take much to convince Trixie we need to talk about this more in person. We set up to go out tonight and talk about it over drinks. Without Darnell present.

When I finally disconnect the call, I’m quite pleased with myself. As I’m working out ways to avoid Darnell for the day and hopefully not have a final send off blow job, he and Mal exit the office. Mal claps him on the shoulder as they both look down at me, both seeming to enjoy the clear view of my cleavage, “Paris, thank you for getting this to the top of the stack. Darnell’s idea might pay off so I want him to have our full cooperation. Book him however he needs and make sure it looks like we spent the world on his trip. Oh, and make sure he has one of our team members with him so that they can talk numbers.”

Relief floods over me as Mal continues, handing Darnell his black AmEx card, “As for you, I want you to spend the rest of the day shopping. You need to look top notch, and these off-the-rack suits just won’t do. Get everything you need. Bathing suits. Slacks. Jeans. Shorts. Camp shirts. Suits. A tux. Business casual shirts. Underwear and socks. Just get a new mini wardrobe and don’t worry about the price. If I see you back in the office today it means you haven’t shopped enough!”

Darnell flashes me a wink and a smile along with a shrug that evidently is supposed to be an apology for not letting me suck him off this morning. As I wave goodbye and have Mal look over some quick numbers that I’d gotten together to demonstrate just how expensive a trip to the Maldives was, I let out a little surprised yelp as I feel the panties go off again. It was barely a blip, but it still spiked me down there shockingly well. Looking around as Mal looks at the resort’s website, I catch Grace leaning up against the pillar near the elevator.

She has her phone in her hand and would look like a normal person just doom scrolling if I didn’t know that Grace hates social media. I take a moment to bring up the air fare it will cost to get to the resort, including the last bit by helicopter. As Mal examines it, I look back up at Grace and see that she’s staring right at me. A grin spreads over her face as she turns her phone toward me. There’s a big pink button on the bottom but it’s too far away for me to read it. It’s use becomes crystal clear though when I see Grace tap it twice. In between the taps, the panties started their manic dance against my fake pussy.

Grace looks absolutely gleeful as she clearly mouths the words “App Controlled!”

My heart drops into my stomach as Grace turns around on her heel and strides away. Even without the remote, she still has control of the vibrating panties. And with it being an app, she can control them from anywhere. I make a mental note to talk to her as soon as possible to make sure it’s clear that the toy panties are too intense to play with at work. That I simply can’t control myself when they’re on.

Mal finally tells me to write up what I have on Darnell’s trip so far and to find anyway I can cut costs without reducing the luxury effect as he’ll still need to impress any potential client. I nod and start bringing everything up on my screen as Mal heads back into his office. Once he’s out of sight, I lock my computer and get ready to go visit with Grace. Before I can even stand up though, Frank and Thomas stroll over to my desk.

Frank and Thomas seem almost like one person. What one does, the other mimics. When Frank learned about me sitting in his lap, Thomas followed that same day. When Thomas found out I wouldn’t object tot him rubbing my ass in the break room, Frank was there later with his palm all over my skirt. They even talk in turns. They keep handing the conversation off to each other, making my neck twist like I’m watching a tennis match.

“Heya sweet cheeks, we need to talk to you.”

“Yup, not the boss man. You’re too sexy to get by anyways!”

“Seriously though, we need to set up a trip to San Francisco.”

“It’s the annual Strategic Account Management Conference.”

“We normally wouldn’t bother you with it, but Becky is out of the office this week.”

“It’s important enough that we don’t want to trust the temp replacement.”

“No matter how good Maggie says she is.”

I take a beat and remember that they can go on like this seemingly forever. Tilting my head to the side, as if they’re talking about something just on the edge of too complicated for me, I put on my best bimbo secretary smile as I twirl a bit of hair around my finger, “Sure guys, I’d love to, like, help you out. San Francisco is, like, SO cool and I’m all kinds of jelly about you guys going out there!”

I start bringing up the travel software as I can have their trip booked in just a few moments and even have it billed properly to their department and not Mal’s when they keep talking.

“Oh, there’s no reason to be jealous sweetheart.”

“That’s right. You see, we need a secretary to go with us.”

“Becky’s taken that week off.”

“Something to do with her sister.”

“Wedding. Becky’s sister is getting married.”

“Right, and Becky is a bridesmaid. Right.”

“She’s being completely unreasonable and won’t skip it for work.”

“Anyway, we can’t **** her, so we figured we’d get you to come with us.”

“We’d make quite the threesome!”

I make sure to giggle and look away at the ham-handed double entendre. It would be almost funny with how easy it is to play the part Frank and Thomas expect if it wasn’t for the fact that they really did try to get me to go out with them all the time. I start playing coy and stroking their egos as I wonder aloud if Mal would let me go, knowing damned well I won’t even be asking. At the same time their suggestion makes me think. Grace needed someone for her trip. Someone specifically from our department. It’s always tough to lose one of our team to accompany someone else on a trip and Mal is constantly complaining about it. I wonder if he’d let me go with Grace. A week in Miami? Away from Mal and Darnell and Suzy and the office. A week on the beach with my good friend where we might be able to have more of a relationship than her practically torturing me sexually? No worries of her inviting a man in with us?

It sounds like heaven!

My world shatters to a million pieces of auto safety glass when the panties go off again. It’s just another quick hit, but it’s so damned stimulating that I almost completely lose my train of thought and start stumbling over words. I still need to get to Grace.

Focusing back on the now, I turn my screen toward Frank and Thomas letting them see I’ve booked them in the Four Seasons and even have them three airline tickets. Coach of course. As they look over the rooms and travel arrangements, wondering aloud if they should get a car rental, the panties spike again. While scanning around the room to see if Grace is nearby, watching me get shocked by this damned toy, I quietly slip my hand under the desk and see if I can slip it under my skirt and maybe help get the panties separated from my intimates.

Before I can do more than prove my skirt is too tight today for that kind of maneuver, the panties turn on again. This time, however, they hit hard. They turn on full blast and stay on for a good five seconds. They’re off for just a second or two, enough to get a single breath in, then it starts back up again. This pattern repeats four times before it finally stops.

It takes me a moment to come to and realize Frank and Thomas are still at my desk. Thankfully they’re talking to each other and didn’t notice me fade out, but then I hear what they’re saying and the urgency I have to talk to Grace triples, “…so it’s a really cool app. It’s like social media for sex toys. It lets people find nearby remote toys and the users that are sharing control. This shows that someone nearby has a toy, some kind of vibrating device, turned on and it’s allowing remote access. Lemme try it again and see if someone reacts.”

And just like that, my panties turn on. Realizing now that it’s not Grace but Frank that’s in control of my panties, I dig deep into my willpower and **** my face to at least remain stoic. I’m afraid that if I let even a hint of a smile out, it’ll melt into one of the near orgasmic feelings flowing from my panties up to my brain, letting Frank know who he’s currently playing with.

After a long long time… just about a minute… Frank turns the panties off. He and Thomas wave goodbye to me as they head back toward their desks, his voice floating back toward me, “…so it can kill a lot of time. I’ll play more with it later and trust me, I’ll find out who’s wearing this toy. Once I know who the kinky lady is, we’ll have someone to…”

I immediately lock down my computer knowing that I have to talk to Grace right now. Its that or at least go to the bathroom and take the panties off as I absolutely have no desire in Frank and Thomas finding out I’m “The Kinky One”.

Before I can take more than a single step away from my desk, I hear Mal step out from his office, “Ah Paris, I just caught you. Please come in, I have a letter I want you to take down. Bring a pad and pen please.”

When I turn around and **** a smile on, dutiful bimbo secretary, I watch Mal’s eyes flit from my breasts to my eyes back to my breasts and finally back up to my eyes with that confident grin of his, “And bring the remote.”