Step Into My 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.”