It didn’t come easy, though. Lauren cranked the setting up all the way, the tiger’s heavy purr muffled by the lips of her own vagina. She drew the artificial phallus in and out, doing her best to simulate a good fucking, even as she used her other hand to violently rub her clit. She was on her elbows and knees. She was on her back. She was on her side, with her legs open. Each wave of pleasure seemed like it could be the one, but each dissipated before the blonde could reach orgasm. The tension ratcheted up with each successive rise and fall, and she knew that when she finally hit her peak, it would put the others to shame. But it continued to be just over the horizon, just out of reach.
A gentle rapping came at the supply closet’s door.
“Lauren!” Rachel whispered through the wood. The doorknob twisted slightly, and a crack of fluorescent light appeared from the copier room.
“Don’t come in!” Lauren huffed. “Just a few…just a few…more minutes. I’m…I’m almost…Oh, god…I’m almost there…”
“It’s already ten of,” her friend whispered through the slightly opened door.
Had it really been that long? Had it been twenty minutes? Lauren guessed she must have cum three times within the first five minutes, and had been hunting her last orgasm for the past fifteen.
“Just…just a few more…”
The door didn’t shut, but Rachel drew quiet. Beyond, Lauren could hear the steady rhythm of the photocopier, the distant cacophony of office phones and telephone conversations. Out in the suite, her coworkers were going about their day, reading over contracts and thumbing through important documents, completely unaware of the girl masturbating in the closet just around the corner.
This, for reasons that Lauren refused to weigh, sent her over the top. She yipped to herself, fireworks exploding deep in her body, deep in her very soul. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her chest heaved, her back arched, and her hips ground out at the imaginary lover fucking her so deeply. She swallowed a scream, never losing track of where she was.
“Lauren?” Rachel again.
The blonde was too dazed to respond, though, momentarily lost in a post-orgasmic daze.
“Lauren?” Pause. “Lauren?”
Still nothing.
“Lauren, I’m coming in. We’ve got to go. We’ve got McIntosh. Lauren? Did you hear me? I’m coming in.”
The blonde, later, would grow beet red in remembering how Rachel found her. She was lying with back on the floor and her cunt to the door, one shoeless foot propped up on a shelf, and the other — high heel still on — firmly planted on the ground. The blonde had somehow summoned the strength to turn off the vibrator, but hadn’t mustered the energy to extract it from her glistening slit. She was covered in sweat, her hair mussed, and eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Had she passed out? Lauren wasn’t sure, but she’d at the very least glazed over for a moment or two.
“We’ve only got two or three minutes, Lauren!” Rachel barked quietly, grabbing at one of the blonde’s arms. “We’ve got to go.”
“What? What time is it?”
“It’s almost four,” the redhead replied. Without making a production of it, or showing any sign or repulsion, Rachel grasped the end of the Lauren’s tiger print toy and pulled it from her sopping pussy. The redhead crammed into her left pants pocket and pulled her friend to her feet. Catching a whiff of the air, though, Rachel coughed out, “Jesus…”
Lauren was slowly coming to her senses, and realized in complete mortification that her friend had just remarked upon the smell of her smoldering vagina. She grasped a hold of one of the shelves to her right and, with Rachel’s help, steadied herself on the closet’s floor.
“Lauren, you’re a mess,” Rachel pointed out. “I think maybe you should sit this one out. Or maybe come a few minutes late. Just clean yourself up a little, maybe?”
Perhaps still drunk on sexual energy, the blonde shook her head. Weak-kneed and poorly balanced, she exited the supply closet, passed the still-whirring photocopier, and crossed the hall into her office. Glancing at her reflection in the darkened screen of her slumbering computer, Lauren straightened her hair and wiped the worst excesses of perspiration from her brow. She reached for her gym back, grabbing not the towel that sat inside, but the gray cotton panties that had been in and out over the past few days — they were on top, after all. She dabbed the fabric against her armpits, against her lower back, against the moist outer lips of her pussy.
Rachel had followed the girl to her office, though found herself standing halfway in and halfway out of the open door, glancing down the hall nervously at Dick Bramley’s office. Everyone was gathered inside, and they were waiting only for Rachel and Lauren to initiate the call.
The coup-de-grace, though, was the drawer from which Lauren pulled a small bottle of “Light Blue” perfume. Spritzing each underarm, her chest, and what was left of her pubic hair lightly with the fragrance, the girl collected herself enough to take a deep breath and gather her thoughts.
Lauren kicked off her remaining heel, reminding herself she’d left the other in the supply closet. She tucked her legal pad and notes under one arm, and followed her friend down the hall, a blissful smile still plastered across her face.
***
Lauren came once more before dinner.
The office had mostly cleared by about eight, save for a few stragglers. Only Lauren herself was still worried about getting the entire Cortland contract reviewed on time, and her own focus on the issue had been a bit less than complete. The tasks Lauren had assigned to Fuji and Oldenburg had been completed even before the call with McIntosh, and both Dmitri and Yvonne had agreed what little they had left could be completed from home that evening.
Lauren wouldn’t be going anywhere that evening, and Rachel would be staying for a while, as both moral support and the occasional lookout. Amy opted to join her friends for dinner, and once Ginger announced she’d be ordering sushi, the office intern Jessica had hung behind, as well. Danny was still in his office, checking over his own portion of the contract, but Lauren decided that Danny alone did not present a big enough hindrance to keep her from eating naked in the conference room with her friends.
He did, however, present a bit of a complication in terms of the blonde’s desire to get herself off before dinner. Lauren had no interest in cumming in front of Amy, Ginger, and Jessica in between bites of spicy tuna, and so she slipped off to the flooded men’s room with her toy while Rachel kept Danny occupied in his office with questions about grammar and punctuation in her particular pages.
The toy. Lauren groaned just thinking about it. Rachel had sat through the entire conference call in Bramley’s office with the damp and sticky piece of plastic creating a suggestive outline in her pants pocket. Lauren was probably the only one who had noticed it, and certainly the only one in the room who could have accurately identified what it was, but just the mere suggestion of its presence had nearly sent the blonde cascading out of control once more.