The happy monday begins

I reached for the purse in my car and got a tampon from it, I inserted it before getting into the vehicle; once inside I fixed my makeup and started the car. When I arrived at the place I still felt hot from the events. Most men might not have been overly observant, but anyone who paid a little attention would realize that I just got fucked. It did not bother me and I was not planning to hide it; quite the opposite, I pinched my nipples few times, so that they got hard again and walked into the building. On Mondays I always gave my hips extra sway, everyone turned their heads as my heels clicked on the marble floor.

I visited every workstation and talked with all the labourers. I pretended not to notice all the stares, they were all undressing me with their eyes, even though there was not much to take off.

“Take a look at this, boss” one of the labourers pointed out towards a detail that was located just above the ground.

I bent at the waist to take a better look. My skirt was short, but not that short to expose my back door, but one of the labourers squated right behind me and peeked between my legs. I pretended not to notice, but he must have spotted the anal plug that I was still wearing. My bodysuit was once more buttoned up, but the plastic jewells on the toy could be seen through the lacy fabric.

I did the same route across the offices, there I bent over to pick a paperclip that was laying on the floor; my motions were again slow and deliberate.

Eventually I got into my own office, as soon as I sat down there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” I said in a seductive voice.

“Hi, Sam” Steve, my right hand walked in.

“Hi, Steve” I gave him a disarming smile.

“The productivity report of the office workers doesn’t look good.”

“Because you came third, huh? You made the rules, remember?”

“I must’ve made a mistake in that process.”

Steve was an almost irreplaceable employee, creative, energetic and charismatic, but also a bit lazy. The last feature was not a problem for the business, but in his own algorithm it almost never made him won; he never complained though, only with such lame jokes.

“We also have a unique result among the labourers. Two guys, Rick and Ed, are tied up at the first place.”

“That shouldn’t make any difference, right?”

“It shouldn’t, but along with Carl who is third they have a special request. I told them to ask you personally.”

“I’m already intrigued. Send them in.”