Step Into My Office

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. Although he’d forbidden me from wearing mini-skirts any more, now that I was a manager, his prohibition wouldn’t prevent him from ogling my ass though the tight, brief skirt.

The butt plug continued to ease down my rectum, despite my clamped buttocks. Any moment, it would pop out and (if I were lucky) lie inside my panties (rather than dropping to the floor). The ladies’ room was on the other end of the floor. I’d never make it. If the damned thing did slide free of my anus, it wouldn’t go unnoticed. Mr. Andrews wasn’t the only man at Chambers and Chambers, Ltd., who routinely admired my ass. The butt plug eased another inch out of my sphincter. I stopped, glanced around me, and, assured that no one was in the immediate vicinity, pressed my ass against a desktop, driving the dildo back through my anus and deep into my bottom. This action would gain me a minute or so, before the butt plug began its next inexorable slide down my bowel, but I still wouldn’t have enough time to get to the ladies’ room.

But, I realized, I wouldn’t need to go to the ladies’ room. Pete had just given me a key to the executives’ restroom. The unisex lavatory was just a few yards ahead. I hurried to my destination, knocked sharply on the door, and waited for a response.