Step Into My Office

“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.”