Kim jumped to her feet, desperately seeking to make herself presentable.
“Just a minute please. I’m wrapping up a call,” she shouted back, desperate to buy herself some time.
She hurriedly buttoned her blouse and tucked it back in her skirt before fumbling to slip back into her high heels. She caught a quick glance at her reflection in her monitor and decided she looked good enough. She made her way to the door and unlocked it. Marcia was waiting outside.
“Come in. What can I do for you?” Kim asked, still breathless from the rush to get dressed. “I’m sorry, I was on a call with a board member that couldn’t be interrupted,” she lied. “Please take a seat.”
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Marcia started, “but you didn’t seem quite like yourself during our meting earlier. You were almost doubled over; I was worried if maybe you had appendicitis or food poisoning. You hid it well, but it looked like something was going on. I just wanted to check back with you and make sure you’re ok.”
As Kim walked back to her desk, she saw her panties still lying on the floor. She casually kicked them behind her desk as she stepped around, hoping that Marcia hadn’t noticed.
“Oh, you’re such a sweetie,” Kim replied. “I promise, though. I just stood in one place too long and then I guess the blood stopped flowing, and my legs went dead, and I just needed some time to get my circulation flowing again.” Kim couldn’t help but observe how her real issue was an overabundance of blood flow and arousal that was the exact opposite of the excuse she was offering Marcia. “It was so embarrassing,” she continued. “I was hoping no one noticed, but I’m sorry you had to see that. Really, I’m fine now, though. There’s no need to be worried.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m sorry to bother you, but I really do appreciate you taking the time to meet with my team today, and I hope you’re feeling better now,” Marcia said as she got up and exited the office.
After Marcia left, Kim breathed a huge sigh of relief and decided she’d had enough for the day. Grabbing her things, she picked her panties off the ground and stuffed them in her bag and walked out to her car for the drive home to Chagrin Falls.
*****
Kim was sitting at home and nursing the day’s events with a glass of wine when the texts from Nick started coming in.
Nick: How many orgasms did you have today?
Kim: Fuck you.
Nick: Is that any way to talk to the man who gave you so much pleasure. It looked to me like you enjoyed it. Now how many orgasms did you have today?
Kim: At least 8 times. I think I lost count after a certain point.
Nick: Tell the truth. You enjoyed today, didn’t you?
A long pause ensued before Kim responded.
Kim: Yes, more than I care to admit, but we can’t do that again. It’s over for both of us if I’m exposed, and I can’t control myself with that damn vibrator buzzing inside me.
Nick: I noticed your lack of self-control.
Kim: You took it too far today.
Nick: You had lifelines. All you had to do was ask me to turn it off, but you never did.
Kim’s shoulders slumped. She didn’t have a good answer why she didn’t use her lifelines at any point. Still feeling combative, though, she continued texting.
Kim: You’re having fun, aren’t you? What are you risking? It’s my ass constantly on the line with your games.
Nick: We can fix that tomorrow, but you have a lot of attitude. You know the situation. I still don’t have much to lose. You don’t need to wear the vibrator tomorrow. But lose the attitude. As long as you listen, I can make it mutually fun.
Kim: What do you mean?
Nick: Same dress code like Wednesday. Just keep your phone close by and follow my text instructions tomorrow. You’ll see.