My Body-His (16 page)

“
Ah, I think so, yeah.”

“
Then you should clean yourself out first. I
recommend the Fleet disposable for that.”

“
This has got to be the strangest conversation
I’ve ever had.” I laughed and breathed a big sigh. “Thanks for your
help. I imagine it could’ve been a lot worse.”

He laughed and extended his hand. “Christian, good to
meet you.”

“
Jane,” I said, shaking his hand.

“
If you’d like I could help you try it out,” he
said as he walked back around the counter, making penetrating eye
contact.

“
Um … Oh … So it’s like that here, is it?” I
said. I laughed off his interest.

“
Let’s just say I’m getting the feeling you’re
my type of woman.” He chuckled.

“
Well, let’s just say my boyfriend isn’t much
into sharing.” I laughed at myself and the irony of what I’d just
said. I did realize that putting the hand job of Pierce on the list
of payback implied otherwise but I figured Luke knew it to be an
option I’d never take.

“
If you were mine I’d feel the same way.
Forty-four ninety-nine plus tax.” I handed him my card and he
bagged my purchase. “This lifestyle can be hard on relationships.
If you ever need someone to talk to—”

“
Thank you for the offer, Christian, and thank
you for all your help.” I smiled as I took my card and bag from
him.

“
The pleasure was mine,” he said as I headed
for the door.

* * * *

As soon as I walked into the apartment I put down my
purse and bag and hung the hanger with my work suit on the door
handle. I stripped naked and went straight to the shower. After
drying off, I was anxious to email Luke.

To:
[email protected]

From:
[email protected]

Subject: My New
Toy

Dear Luke,

What are you turning
this girl into? Yes, I chose Option #3 as I imagine you knew I
would. As soon as I finish writing to you I’ll figure out how to
use the webcam and open my new toy. I chose purple (as you didn’t
specify a color) and I chose small (as you didn’t specify a
size).

I miss you horribly and
think about you all the time. I wish you hadn’t left on bad terms
because that part leaves me sad and lonely. I need to see your face
and your eyes to know we’re still very much connected.

I haven’t seen anyone
as of yet. I did make plans for lunch with my mother on Saturday,
which I know I’ll regret, but at least I’ll have gotten it out of
the way for a while. I haven’t touched base with Sandy yet and plan
to see if Parker wants to go to the movies tomorrow night.

I ran at the beach this
evening and crossed paths with Scott. That felt awkward. He did say
that he thought I looked happy. I am happy, you know. I don’t like
you being away, though.

Have a couple of
questions about the task at hand. Do I have to wear the plug all
day at work? Or just wait until I finish masturbating? What if
someone comes in and asks me to go with them? Can I stop then?

Please tell me about
Japan and how the trip is going.

Did you read my story?
Please send it so I have it on my computer.

Well I guess it’s time
for me to eat dinner and get ready for tomorrow.

I’m nervous and excited
about tomorrow and hope to hear from you soon.

I love you,

—
Jane

I awoke with a start Friday and immediately checked
my email. Having received nothing new from Luke, I reread his
previous email to make sure I hadn’t missed any of his
instructions. I found it more difficult to consider going to work
without underwear than wearing the butt plug. I managed to use the
Fleet on myself—much more difficult than I expected. In order to
squeeze the contents of the bottle into me, I had to contort my
body, but it took just a few minutes to work. The Tulip provided a
much bigger challenge.

I should have taken Christian up on his offer to
show me how to do it,
I thought, laughing to myself.

At first I put too much oil on the plug, which kept
slipping out of my hands. I decided to start over. I washed the
Tulip again and made sure to apply the olive oil only to the top
part of the plug. Then I lifted my right leg onto the toilet seat
and used my fingers to oil my anus and spread my hole open. The
butt plug slipped in, hurting slightly as I pushed it over the
widest rim. I realized I needed to turn the handle to make it line
up correctly. As I washed my hands again, I was newly aware of my
body. The Tulip wasn’t uncomfortable—just undeniably present. I
felt naughty and excited.

I dressed in a form-fitting batik blouse that flared
at the sleeves and waist. It buttoned down the front with the first
button situated a bit lower than I was used to, leaving me
positively abashed. The shirt extended over a flowing purple skirt
that skimmed my calves, just above my ankles. Brown sandals
completed the outfit. I wore my hair down; Luke wouldn’t want my
hair any other way in the video. I’d never dressed in anything but
my business suits for work—even on Fridays, when the dress code was
more flexible. I knew the outfit in itself would attract
attention.

I left for work fifteen minutes early. It felt
strange to drive my car while the pressure of sitting pushed the
plug deeper into my ass. My nectar started to flow and I hoped it
would not show through my skirt. I planned to arrive at my office
seen by as few people as possible and make the recording right
away. As soon as I walked through the doors of the building, I knew
my plan had failed. I rode up the elevator with two executives plus
Allison and Pierce. Pierce wouldn’t stop staring.

“
Nice look,” Pierce said. “Are you leaving work
early?”

“
Ah, no,” I said.

“
I really like this outfit, Jane, where did you
get it?” Allison said as she followed me out onto the marble
floor.

We left Pierce standing in the elevator with the two
execs as we made a beeline toward my office.

“
Oh, Luke took me shopping at the mall and we
were in so many different stores ….” I said.

“
Well, you look great. It really suits you. I
don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down, have
I?”

“
Probably not. I’m not much for dressing for
work. Made an exception today.”

“
So Luke is his name. Are things
better?”

“
Oh yes, and thank you for your advice on
Monday. I did apologize and don’t plan to touch his stuff anymore
without asking. You were a big help.”

“
Good. How about lunch today?”

“
I’m going to have to pass. I have a lot to get
done and will probably eat at my desk. How about lunch on
Monday?”

“
Sounds great. Have a good weekend if I don’t
see you in the halls.”

“
You, too,” I said as she left my
office.

I got up and closed the door behind her. Although
tempted to lock the door, I decided against it, realizing that if
anyone had to knock on the door it would be recorded on the webcam.
I unpacked my laptop and placed it on my desk. Checking my in-box
to see if anything needed to be addressed immediately, I quickly
ascertained that all of it could wait.

Methodically I went through the next steps. I placed
a tissue on my chair and lifted the backside of my skirt. I settled
myself behind the desk and turned on the computer. It was at that
point that I literally prayed.

I looked toward the sky and spoke anxiously but
quietly. “Dear goddess of orgasmic phenomena, may I reach my peak
faster than I ever have before, amen.” As the laptop booted up, I
laughed at my silly antics.

It seemed like the computer took forever. I finally
loaded the webcam. I had just lifted my skirt up onto my lap when
the first interruption occurred. The sound of the doorknob turning
caused my adrenaline to go into overdrive, making me feel like I
could faint. I must have looked completely crazed but managed to
keep my composure as Pierce burst in without knocking.

“
So is this outfit for the famous Luke?” He
walked right in front of my desk as I hurriedly pushed my skirt
down. I could feel the veins in my neck throbbing.

“
Get out of my office,” I said, pointing at the
door. “And knock next time you want to come in, Pierce.”

“
I brought this from Spence on fourteen and I
was going to say you look nice, but ….” He dropped a manila
envelope on the desk and left the office with the door wide
open.

“
Shit,” I said. I got up and closed the door
again.

I sat back down and reluctantly opened the envelope.
I needed to call the temp agency and get things settled for Spence.
After Pierce’s interruption, the day took off and I barely had time
to breathe. I decided lunchtime would be the answer to my
prayers.

Carefully setting up my laptop again, I situated
myself behind the desk. I lifted my hem and wet my clit with my
saliva. I ran my other hand up under my shirt and began to pinch my
nipples over my bra. “Oh Fuck!” I said. I had forgotten to hit
record. I straightened my shirt and began again. I made sure the
cam was running and lifted my skirt once again. Looking straight
into the computer, I could see on the screen what I recorded. I
continued to rub and flick my clit and massage my breast. I found
when I pushed my ass down into the seat it increased the sensations
coursing through me. Getting closer and closer to cumming, my eyes
automatically closed. I envisioned Luke under my desk sucking the
juices off my wet lips. I grew closer and closer to the tip-off of
a beautiful orgasm when a knock on the door startled me.

“
Fuck, shit,” I muttered to myself. Without
thinking, I shoved my skirt down. What now? “Come in,” I yelled. I
almost laughed. It seemed so ludicrous.

“
Sorry to bother you,” said Brian as he walked
into my office. “I was wondering if you might join me for lunch
today.”

“
Oh … um ….” I said, stalling.
Why the hell
was my boss asking me to lunch?
I knew wearing these clothes
had been a huge misstep. “Could we do it another time? I have some
things I’d like to get done today so they’re off my plate for
Monday,” I said, offering the first excuse that came to
mind.

“
Sure, sometime next week, then?”

“
Sounds good,” I said, forcing myself to smile.
“Have a good weekend,” I said to his back as he left my office,
thankfully shutting the door behind him.

The moment he was gone and I turned back to the
computer, realizing I had recorded the whole conversation with
Brian. I hit the pause button and covered my face with my
hands.

“
Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned. I had screwed it
up. I had to start over. I would just delete what I had done and
start fresh. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hit record
again, lifted my skirt and squared myself to the camera. I managed
to make myself cum but the intensity was nowhere near what it would
have been without the interruption. I felt it would fall short of
Luke’s expectations. I had to do something. That’s when the
despicable idea of talking Pierce into a hand job reared its ugly
head. I shuddered at the thought but knew if I didn’t do something
I’d end up getting the spatula. I also knew, without a shadow of a
doubt, that it would be the end of our relationship. I wouldn’t be
able to bear it.

Before I could change my mind, I walked like a
prisoner to the gallows out into the hall and onto the elevator. My
body, my sick crazy body, continued its treachery as the friction
of my stride and what I planned to do had me struggling to control
my breathing. Alone in the elevator, I rode up to the
14
^th
floor. I continued the walk of shame that inflamed
my body. My nipples pressed against the material of my bra and I
could feel my arousal between my legs. I knew if I went through
with this, I was taking the chance of putting my job at risk. I
also imagined a wildly difficult time trying to deal civilly with
Pierce again.

I decided not to worry about it at that moment. I
walked into his office without knocking, strode right up to the
edge of his desk and leaned forward onto my hands. He sat behind
his desk eating his lunch. When he looked up at me, he knew. It
must have been written all over my face. Sick desire, none of which
had to do with him. My crazy body had taken over this game.

“
What?” he said. He looked confused and a bit
scared.

I turned around and locked his door.

“
Do you have a condom,” I said, over my
shoulder with my back to him.

“
Yes, but ….”

“
Get it,” I said, turning around and walking
deliberately toward him.

“
Okay,” he said, standing. He straightened his
tan slacks as he nervously fumbled with his wallet. He looked up at
me questioningly as he pulled out the condom and showed it to me. I
knew in that moment he was used to being turned down. I could
imagine him in high school with his pocket protector and his hair
slicked back.

“
Pierce, are you listening to me?” I asked
because of the glazed look in his eyes.

“
Yes,” he said, obedient as a little boy. He
sat back down in his chair.

I stood facing him with my hands on my hips. “Do not
touch me, do you understand? And Pierce, this never happened and
will never happen again. Do not come by my office unless it’s work
related. Do you understand?”