“Fine then. The supply closet. 3:30, then.”
“Rachel, I can’t…”
“You can and you will,” the girl answered. “I’m already in on it, right? You’re not going to embarrass yourself any more in front of me than you already have. And, by the way, the drain thing?”
The blonde blushed all over. “It’s a long way around to the women’s room, I’ve got to go past the Audit office, the toilets aren’t working in here, and it’s been empty every time I’ve come in. I think they’re all going downstairs now.”
“Fine. 3:30.” She hesitated. “Should you being doing it more? I mean, if you can put your clothes back on after enough times…”
“It’s fine,” Lauren replied. “If it happens again in my office, when I’m alone, whatever. I just don’t want to launch into convulsions in front of everyone else.”
It was agreed. Rachel would stand guard at the copier while Lauren snuck into the supply closet and closed the door. The blonde hadn’t made up her mind as to whether she’d use Adams’s gift, or if she’d just do it the old fashioned way, but she doubted that she’d need any foreplay, that she wouldn’t be in the mood. Her whole body had become one, large erogenous zone in the past twenty-four hours, and the nudity only seemed to accentuate that fact.
If it had to have happened in front of anyone, Lauren was glad to have cum in front of Rachel. The redhead was her closest friend in the office, and if anyone were going to try to understand what she was going through, it would be Rachel. Already, the girl seemed on board with Lauren’s current treatment options, and was willing to subject herself to Lauren’s disgusting throes of disgrace in order to help her friend.
Lauren cleaned herself up, rinsing the entirety of her body with cold water from the sink as Rachel stood alongside her, watching and talking. She ran the cool water down her back and between her legs, the heat in her cunt just now starting to abate.
“And you’re sure that no one’s been coming in here?” Rachel was asking, glancing at the door.
“We’ve been in here for twenty minutes,” Lauren answered. “No one.”
Rachel nodded. She looked nervous, but had a determination on her face. The redhead pattered to the center of the room, took another worried look towards the door, and began unsnapping the front of her pants. She wriggled out of the hips, and pulled the pants, along with a pair of canary yellow panties, down her thighs, and squatted over the drain.
“Jesus,” Lauren exclaimed, before looking away.
“When in Rome…,” the other girl observed.
The afternoon passed without incident. Lauren did get a visit from Ben Davis, however, that nearly sent her cascading towards orgasm again. The office’s other intern, a 6’2″ beefcake of a law student, stood out even at a company of ridiculously attractive people. If Jessica Braeburn looked as if she’d wandered away from the other models downstairs, Ben looked like he’d sprung to life from some advertiser’s dream. Perfectly proportioned, muscular, well-spoken, dark hair, and a dark tan, Ben was to the female members of Suite 2600 what Lauren was to the males, even fully clothed.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and to let you know that I’ll do anything you need,” Ben offered. Apparently, he’d been chastised by Jessica that morning for avoiding Lauren. He could be an adult, she had insisted, and interact with Lauren like an adult.
Lauren could think of a few things she needed that Ben could help with, very adult things at that. Perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect laugh — but certainly not a perfect gentleman. He could come across that way, the way he listened and joked and displayed the hint of sensitive side, but Ben was apparently a bit of a lothario outside the office. Lauren could see why — even as she sat naked before him, she was undressing him in her mind.
But the blonde shook the thoughts from her head, terrified that even the tamest of daydreams might well put her over the edge. Of course, would having an Adonis like Ben watch her cum be so, so bad?
When quarter past three rolled around, Lauren’s calendar began to chime, reminding her of an impending appointment. Rachel, apparently, had scheduled a “Brainstorming Session,” in the copy room, for half past. Lauren began to worry that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to three thirty, her pussy already growing increasingly moist and her nipples at attention.
“Are you bringing the thing?” Rachel asked as she popped her head through the door.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Lauren answered. She didn’t need a toy to get herself off. “Why? Do you think I should?”
Their relationship had certainly grown a lot more intimate since lunch. Rachel shrugged. “It’d be quicker, wouldn’t it?”
“Louder, though, too.”
“I can make some copies…”
Lauren hesitated. She’d never used a vibrator before, but maybe Rachel had a point. After all, Adams had given it to her for a reason. And it wasn’t as if she wanted to spend an eternity in the supply closet. “I’m not sure I know how to use it.”
“I don’t think there’s much to it,” Rachel laughed.
The blonde reached deep into her top drawer, pulling the toy from the back. She gestured for Rachel to close the office door before pulling it out.
“Wow,” Rachel cooed, getting a little more turned on herself. “Tiger print.”
Lauren grabbed a pair of scissors, and in a few quick cuts had freed the toy from its packaging. The shaft had some sort of plastic lacquer over it, something that Lauren hadn’t anticipated, but which she was pleasantly surprised by. She turned her back to Rachel and the door, shielding the vibrator should anyone pass by her office. She spun the cap at the end, plugged in the pair of batteries, and screwed the cap back on.
With Rachel taking a step closer and peering over the blonde’s shoulder, Lauren rotated the knob to Level One. There was a gentle hum, like an aquarium filter. Level Two, more like an electric toothbrush. Level Three, while still not loud per se, immediately caused the two girls to cringe. Ken Fuji hadn’t been in his office at lunch, luckily, but he was back now.
“Oh, god,” Lauren moaned. “What if I get caught with this?”
“Just pretend it’s a really large pen,” Rachel joked.
Lauren wrapped a discarded page of the Cortland contract around the shaft, and followed Rachel across the hall to the copier. The redhead had two large manila folders, filled with nothing in particular, which she’d be duplicating for no reason other than a plausible cover story. Still embarrassed by what she was about to do, as well as by the fact that Rachel knew very well what she was about to do, Lauren grimaced at the redhead and slipped into the walk-in supply closet that was off to one side of the copier room. Rachel closed the door behind her, wishing her luck, and returned to the fake task at hand.
“A chair,” Lauren said to herself as she took stock of the room around her. A chair would have been nice, for her to sit on. Heck, a king-sized bed with satin sheets and pillows would have been nice, as well, but Lauren was forced to make do.
She turned the knob at the bottom, and the vibrator came to life. Having never used a sex toy before, Lauren was a bit befuddled at first. Did she immediately put it into her pussy? She was certainly already wet enough. Or did she play a bit first?
The blonde shook her head. No need for foreplay.
With her naked back against the cool, wooden door of the supply closet, Lauren pressed the gently humming device against the top of her slit. She gasped, and pulled it away quickly, surprised by just how intense the sensation was.
Memories of her fantasy from earlier in the afternoon, as Rachel stood in her office, flooded back with the sound of the whirring photocopier in the next room. Lauren again pressed the plastic toy to her pussy, and again gasped, but did not pull away. Instead, she let the vibrator do its job, surrendering to it completely.
She was still in her heels — or rather, back in her heels, after her previous orgasm that afternoon. As she closed her eyes and pressed back against the door, Lauren decided that this wasn’t the most comfortable of positions to stay in, even if her cunt seemed to be more than content at the moment. Because of this, it took another minute or two before she was able to slump closer to the floor, never once loosening her grip on her toy.
The linoleum tile was cold against her bare buttocks, and colder still against her bare back as she pivoted onto the floor. There wasn’t exactly enough room to lie down — her neck was bent at an awkward angle, her head was butting up against a cabinet full of printer paper, and her left leg was forced to bend at the knee against another — but Lauren was already too far on her way to focus on anything but the ecstasy in her pussy.
She rubbed the toy slowly against her clit, up and down, back and forth. She traced circles around the small, pink mound with the tip of the vibrator, whinnying quietly to herself. And, no sooner had she started than she felt the first crest of an orgasm approaching. She jerked against her surroundings, longing to yelp and moan with all her might. But instead she just bit her lip and continued to exhale with as much control as she could muster.
Even as she came down from the first climax, though, Lauren decided she couldn’t stop without going after a second. The first had been quick, and over before she’d even had a chance to enjoy it. The second, though, with the vibrator turned up to the next setting, was more rewarding. The third, with the girl on her elbows and knees and the vibrator stuffed deep inside the recesses of her pink folds, should have been enough to satisfy even the most wanton of nymphomaniacs, but Lauren’s body urged her onward, encouraged her to go for just one more; she wasn’t yet completely satiated.
Unfortunately, though, the blonde’s fourth would be the most stubborn of the bunch. In Lauren’s limited sex life before her current predicament, she’d always had to work for her orgasms. More than once her partner had cum before Lauren herself had had the opportunity to reach her own crescendo. She’d certainly been cumming a lot easier than she ever had before, allowing her cunt and her body to do all the work. Three orgasms would have been a good month for Lauren, even if she had been in a serious relationship. But she wanted the fourth. She craved the fourth. She needed the fourth.