Lingerie with a bit of sex genie

"Thank you for reminding me about the mixer," you say, then mischievously add, "let me know if there is anything I can do to make it up to you." You've always lusted a bit after his young handsome features and now the rulebook is seeming to make you bolder.

You begin to take of the cheerleader uniform. And he quickly backs out mumbling "no problem." You strip naked and select the scarlet bra, panties and stockings that caught your eye earlier. The stockings are mostly transparent except for their frilly tops. The panties are a bit more opaque but your pussy will be visible through the material. The cups of the bra make it completely opaque but your areolas just peak above the frilly trim. You finally add your simple black heels the only remains of this morning's clothes.

Before you leave the sex toys on the back wall catch your eye and you grab the Ben Wa balls easily slipping them into your vagina.

They provide a pleasant feeling as you walk back to your desk. At your desk you return a call from Mr. smith a client. He comments on your lovely voice and mentioned he hopes to see your pretty face at the mixer. You chuckle a bit to yourself knowing he will see a whole lot more of you.

After that you send out a reminder email for a new product launch. Instead of replying to the email many of your co-workers drop by your desk to thank you personally. For similar reasons you get up and walk around a bit more than normal, enjoying the pulsing of the Ben Wa intruders with every step.

On one of your wanderings, under the excuse of clarifying a date, Mickey's genie joke sticks with you and gives you an idea for a new rule.

• New Rule: The owner of the rulebook has a magic lamp they can gift to a person. When this lamp owner rubs the lamp the owner of the rulebook will be teleported to their presence wearing the sexist harem outfit the lamp owner can think of. After granting their wish the owner of the rulebook is teleported back to where the were. No one will be harmed by or notice their disappearance, reappearance, or absence.

When you finish writing an Arabian oil lamp appears on your desk. You take it over to Mickey's desk and say "you have really been friendly to me so I got you this as a present."

"Is this a--oh I get it ha ha. Is this the magic lamp that has your genie in it" he replies laughing.

"Something like that" you reply, and wink on your way out.