Step Into My Office
Keywords: Step, Into, My, Office,
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All right, I admit it. I was an idiot.
I never should have worn the butt plug--if "worn" is the right word--in the first place, especially not to work, but I couldn"t help myself.
Okay, I guess I could have helped myself; nobody forced me to insert a plug up my ass. It"s just that, ever since Hermie left me for (of all things) a genetic girl, I"ve felt lonely--and horny. I guess my self-esteem was at an ebb, too--I mean, losing a guy to a genetic girl does nothing for a shemale"s ego. I thought a cock up my ass, even a fake one, might take my mind off my distress. After all, what girl doesn"t feel better when she"s "full." It"s reassuring. It"s comforting. It"s like sucking one"s thumb, only much better.
I"d lubricated my anus and my rectum liberally with K-Y, crouched over the toilet, willed my sphincter to relax, and slowly, but resolutely, eased the butt plug into my ass until it was fully inserted. Immediately upon experiencing the familiar sensation of having my impaled bottom stuffed with cock, artificial though it was, I felt a good deal better about my situation and myself. The feeling of being filled, I guess you could say, was fulfilling. I"d also enjoy the knowledge that no one else but me knows that, beneath my skirt and panties, I had a thick, hard latex prick shoved up my ass. It made my cock swell as much as the butt plug"s pressure against my prostate, and it made my nipples stiffen beneath the fabric of my blouse.
For work, I"d decided to wear a simple white blouse, a mini-skirt, and a pair of patent leather pumps. I"d carry a small black clutch purse, with the tube of K-Y inside, in case I needed to visit the powder room.
My car was in the shop and, having just relocated to Las Vegas, I didn"t know anyone other than the people with whom I worked. I"d thought about asking a coworker for a ride, but I didn"t feel comfortable doing so. I mean, I hardly knew any of them yet. Instead, I ascertained which bus route would get me from my apartment to the office.
It was while I was standing at the bus stop that I realized that I may have made a mistake by including not only a faux pearl necklace, matching earrings, and a silver bracelet among my accessories but also the butt plug I"d inserted in my ass. I"d used a lot of lubricant--too much, it seemed. Despite its bulbous head, much of the butt plug had somehow managed to slide back through my sphincter. In a few moments, it would have slid completely free of my rectum and would fall into my panties. There, it might make an unsightly--and unnatural--bulge that would certainly startle my fellow travelers.
Fortunately, there was a way of out of my dilemma. I quickly clamped my buttocks together, to prevent the dildo from sliding all the way out of my ass, and sat down on the bench that the bus company had so thoughtfully provided for its waiting riders. The butt plug slid home again, the thick, bulbous end spreading my asshole wide as it was shoved upward through my lubricated anus. I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing my ass cheeks. As soon as I got to work, I"d take go to the ladies" room, enter a stall, and remove the butt plug until I"d wiped away the excess lubricant. Then, I"d reinsert the butt plug, with no one the wiser.
That was my plan, anyway.
"Alice! Mr. Andrews wants you to step into his office immediately," Brenda, our receptionist, advised me the moment I walked through the door to Chambers and Chambers, Ltd.
On my way up, in the elevator, the butt plug had begun to slip again. Fortunately, I"d been alone in the car. I"d pressed my buttocks back, against the rear wall of the lift, sending the dildo home again. So far, it had remained fully lodged up my ass, but that situation could change at any moment. "I need to use the powder room first," I told Brenda.
She frowned, shaking her head. "I wouldn"t if I were you."
Mr. Andrews must be pissed, I thought. But why would he be mad at me? I hadn"t done anything. I supposed I could see what he wanted before excusing myself to visit the ladies" room. "Okay, Brenda," I replied. "Thanks."
Mr. Andrews" office was only fifty feet from the reception area, down a hallway to the left. I hurried as quickly as I could. Thank goodness, the butt plug didn"t slip. Please, God, I prayed, let it stay put until I can get to the ladies" room. It felt wonderful to be stuffed with the artificial cock, and the secret that, beneath my skirt and panties, it occupied my rectum was thrilling, too, but I was beginning to wish I hadn"t come to work with a latex plug up my butt. My constant fear was that the damned thing would ease out of my rectum. What would Mr. Andrews think if he saw the outline of a dildo-shaped butt plug in the seat of my mini-skirt? What would my fellow employees think? How utterly humiliating such an experience would be!
I knocked at his door, and Mr. Andrews called, "Come in."
I turned the doorknob and pushed against the massive, heavy door. It opened upon a burgundy carpet that led to the project manager"s massive oak desk. Between two Tiffany lamps, Mr. Andrews sat in his high-backed leather-upholstered executive"s chair, behind a laptop computer.
I felt the butt plug sliding down my rectum, slowly but surely. Horrified, I gulped, managing to keep a straight face as, again, I clenched my ass cheeks tightly together to halt the downward slide of the dildo.
Mr. Andrews glanced up at me. "Armstrong," he said, calling me by my last name, as he referred to all his sales agents. "Step into my office. Have a seat."
Thank God! I thought, hurrying forward. I nearly plopped into the chair opposite his own, offering him a faltering smile as I thought, I need to get to the ladies" room right now! "Mr. Andrews, I came in right away, because--"
"I appreciate that, Armstrong."
"But, if this can wait just a few minutes, I need--"
"Sorry. I have a busy schedule--one I need to stick to--and you"re the first item on my agenda."
Great, I thought. At least, the butt plug had been driven home by my sitting in the chair. It was fully lodged once more in my ass, buried inside my rectum to the hilt. I needn"t worry about it sliding free as long as I was sitting on the damned thing. I nodded at Mr. Andrews. "I understand."
"I"ll get right to the point, then," he said. "You"ve been with the firm for only two months, but you"ve already surpassed my other associates" sales, including those of people who"ve worked for me for twenty years."
I smiled, flexing my anus around the butt plug. The dildo"s rigid, uncompromising presence within my ass really was comforting and reassuring. "Thank you."
"I really don"t know how you do it, nor, of course, do my other sales agents, but I want them to know." He paused, offering me a smile. Although Mr. Andrews was a handsome man, his smile reminded me of a shark about to feed. "I want to promote you to the company"s training manager. I want you to show the others how it"s done."
I was blown away by his offer. I"d come into his office expecting a reprimand for I knew not what. Instead, I"d been offered a promotion. "Wow! I don"t know what to say."
His smile broadened. "Say "yes,"" he suggested.
I blushed. "Yes--I mean, yes, sir."
"Pete, from now on," he corrected me.
"Yes, Pete," I replied, "and thanks."
"There"s no need for thanks," he said. "You earned the promotion."
I nodded.
"There"s just one other thing."
I waited.
He hesitated. "Don"t take this the wrong way," he cautioned, "but, as a manager, you"ll need to dress differently."
I frowned. "Dress differently?"
"No more mini-skirts, for one thing," he explained, "and no more cleavage."
"If I"ve been dressing inappropriately--"
"You haven"t. Not for a sales associate. But you"re a manager now. You"ll be more in the public eye, attending seminars, representing the firm at conferences, interfacing with clients. What was appropriate dress for your cubicle won"t be suitable for an occupant of one of the corner offices."
One of the corner offices? I thought. These coveted office spaces were reserved for executives who were expected to remain with the company until retirement. I"d made it to the top--in only two months.
I must have looked shocked, because Mr. Andrews--or, rather, Pete--chuckled. "That"s right, Alice," he affirmed, "a corner office."
Not only was I to receive a corner office, but I was also to be addressed as "Alice," instead of as "Armstrong"? I shook my head.
"I trust you"re agreeable to accepting the promotion?"
"I"ll say!"
He chuckled again. "Good. Congratulations. Now, I"m sorry to be abrupt, Alice, but, as I said, my schedule today is just impossible, and--"
I rose. "I understand," I said. The butt plug remained in place, but it was poised within the circle of my anus, ready, at any moment, to slip free. If that happened, in front of the supervisor who"d just promoted me--well, the result would be mortifying. I strode across the thick carpet, toward the door, glad for the opportunity to tend to the errant dildo. Within the last second, it had started to slide out of my impaled anus once more. As I reached the door, Mr. Andrews called, "Wait."
I stopped, tightening my buttocks to prevent the butt plug from sliding farther down my anal passage. I turned, facing him. "Yes, sir?"
"Pete," he reminded me.
I smiled, despite the dildo that threatened to slither out of my asshole. Clenching my ass cheeks more tightly, I nodded. "Pete, I mean."
He held up a key on a silver chain. "The key to the executive"s restroom," he said, tossing it to me.
In my mind, I saw myself lunging forward to catch the key and the butt plug plopping out of my ass. Fortunately, it had been a good toss, and I caught the key in midair. "Thanks," I said.
"Enjoy your new office and the perks that come with it," he advised.
"I will."
"Remember, no more mini-skirts."
"I"ll remember."
"Okay, Alice. I"ll see you later."
I managed not to hobble as I exited his office, closing the door behind me. I knew without having to look that Pete"s eyes would be focused on my buttocks and legs.
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Keywords: Step, Into, My, Office,