Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Will they notice I actually have a dildo shoved up my pussy right now?
God, I hope not.
“Hey, Kat!” one of my co-workers says cheerfully as I pass him.
Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I glance at him over my shoulder. “Hey.”
“Got a minute?”
“Sorry, can’t talk right now,” I say. The look on his face makes me want to squirm. “Meeting.”
“Oh, right.”
“Send an email,” I say, moving on. I hope he won’t see how awkward I’m behaving.
“Will do,” he calls out after me.
But I’ve already disappeared through a hallway.
I’m sure he won’t mind. I just hope he didn’t notice, and that no one else talks to me.
As I get to the other end of the building and close the door behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” someone says, breaking my calm.
When I spin on my heels and see five others sitting around the big desk in the middle of the room, I have a slight panic attack.
Today, out of all days, I had to have a meeting … and a stranger telling me to wear a dildo the entire day. Fuck.
I should’ve ran to the toilet and pulled it out.
Why am I doing this again?
“You’re late,” my boss, Ellen, hums.
“Sorry,” I say, my cheeks warming up as I clutch my laptop and pretend nothing’s going on. “Forgot the time.”
“Sit,” she says, which I do, immediately.
It doesn’t feel any better. At all.
In fact, it’s only more prominent, right there, in the middle of my crotch, pushing heavily into my pussy. All my senses are focused on that single object of desire.
And the more I move, the more I feel my pussy thump in response.
Fuck.
“You sure you’re okay?” Crystal whispers into my ear. “I’ve got tampons too if you need one.”
“No, I’m fine. I got it covered,” I say, brushing it off.
She shrugs. “If there’s anything else you need, you know you can always come to me, right?”
“Of course. Thanks,” I say.
But I don’t think I’d ever want her help with this.
“So back to business,” Ellen interjects. “Crystal, those notes you mentioned?”
“Oh, yes,” Crystal says, pulling mine up and placing them on the table. “We’re almost done with the piece on the Laren Twins. Just finishing the edits and then we’ll send it to Jade for the final touches.”
“Good, and what about that other article?” Ellen asks. “The one about the school lunches?”
Crystal’s lips part, but seeing as nothing comes out, I take over for her. “We’re working on it.”
“And the column?” Ellen asks.
“I’ve answered most of the reader’s questions, so the column is good to go.”
“Great. I expect all three to be done tomorrow.” Ellen clears her throat. “Elections. Front and center. Judy and Dale, got it covered?”
“Got it,” Judy says, penning down a few notes.
“Carter, help them out if needed.”
“Aye aye, captain,” he says, saluting her.
She gives him the side-eye but then continues. “Anything else?”
“Well …” I mutter, but the moment I shift in my seat, I pause and suck in a breath. Damn dildo, always reminding me what a filthy girl I am. Why did I agree to do this again?
“Yes?” Ellen says. Everyone’s staring at me now.
“Um … I was thinking … maybe …” God, why is it so hard to put my thoughts into words?
Then again, it’s no surprise I’m stammering, considering the length of that thing currently crammed up my vagina.
Crystal gives me a soft nudge against the shoulder, and I snap out of it.
“I was thinking of writing something bigger too,” I say.
Ellen’s eyes narrow.
“Like not just a column about people’s questions and answers, but more along the line of an opinion piece. Something exciting and maybe shocking. Not just couples.”
“About …?” Ellen mumbles, cocking her head.
“Well, I had this idea about exploring the various nuances of sex.”
She looks puzzled. “Sex?”
Not good?
Not good. I can tell from the face she’s making.
“Every week, I could try out something new. A new game, a new toy, a new experience somewhere. Then write about it.”
“No,” Ellen says sternly.
“But we’re already skirting the edges with this magazine.”
“Yes, well … small editorials about erotic experiences people had are different than feature articles, don’t you think?”
“No … I think it would do the magazine good. Especially for our female readers.”
She takes a deep breath. “For now, my answer is still no. The column you’re doing is going great. I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
She turns her head and focuses on another employee sitting at the table.
So … that’s it. My idea’s shot dead right away.
I sigh and try not to let it get to me as I focus on the notes in front of me. We still have a lot of work to do if we’re going to finish all three of these topics by tomorrow.
Still, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed at how this all went.
When the meeting is over, everyone grabs their stuff. I’m the only one who remains seated. Not because I need to contemplate something or because I want to finish up, but because I literally don’t want anyone staring at my ass while I make my way toward the door.