Chapter 2

So I’m the sacrificial lamb. Losing these talented young women would fall on my shoulders. All because I’m, what, attractive? That’s what my boss called me. ‘Attractive.’ And my boss knows that I desperately want a promotion.

I look at the box Josephine is holding and her hand is trembling.

“Super easy,” she says. “Place it beneath your undergarment. Look at the shape. It’s designed to be an easy, snuggly fit. We’ll… ummm… handle the rest.”

A million questions come to mind, like how long I’m supposed to be involved with this? And for what hours during the day? I’m busy just like everyone else, working quietly in my office or having meetings.

Instead of questioning her, I take the box and act natural about it, like I’m a pro, like I’ve done this before. Does she know that she has more experience than me when it comes to vibrators? I don’t want to come across as a prude. I act calm while her eyes light up. She must think I’m a sex deviant.

Her eyes gleam. “So you’ll do it?”

“If it keeps you happy. I’m busy right now, is there anything else?”

“You’re so cool. I honestly thought you’d reject this offer. Thank you.”

Her giddy energy is a charm and she gives me a careful hug, not wanting to cross the line, so she wraps her arms halfway, then steps back to respect my physical autonomy. The irony, of course, is that I’m holding her vibrator. God knows if they’ve used it before.

I smile and try to act passive about this. She rushes back into the office, I’m sure to get naked again with her friends and tell them all about this.

Josephine was right to assume that I’d reject the offer. I walk away mystified that I’ve agreed to play their game. But I guess I’m a corporate whore. These days, who isn’t? The job market is tough for most workers and I’m no exception.

She’s right about the vibrator being a smooth fit. In the bathroom I examine the Mooligirl device, its rose-shaped design is oddly innocent-looking. I’m a data analyst — my days are spent crunching numbers, not… whatever this is. Clara’s words echo in my head: Do a good job and you’ll be rewarded.

I slip the device beneath my undergarment. Despite the rose shape, it’s comfortable and doesn’t feel intrusive. I let the stimulators press against my privates and I adjust my clothes so everything looks natural. It doesn’t hurt. I fix my appearance in the mirror. No one will suspect a thing.

Back at my desk, I try focusing on a dataset comparing customer retention rates, but a question lingers. Who exactly has control of the device? The thought of them laughing at me is unsettling, but whatever, they’re doing the same thing to each other. So who cares?

Later that afternoon, I meet with a product design team to discuss a new feature rollout, and the hidden vibrator hums to life. No one can hear it. No one can see it. But I know it’s activated by remote control. It’s soft and pulsing at first, barely noticeable, but it catches me off guard.

We’re standing in a large room where products are designed and I’m surrounded by mostly men in casual attire. Liam is speaking, I’m listening, but my legs cross as I pretend to be natural. I’m only halfway listening to what Liam is saying, I’m catching a few talking points, but whoever is controlling the Mooligirl product is turning up the intensity and I consider excusing myself to use the bathroom.

If I don’t pull this out, I’m going to cum.

The vibration intensifies, the steady rhythm beneath my undergarments increases, and I cross my legs tighter while standing. A different guy, Ryan, starts going on about A/B testing but the sensation is relentless and I nod to whatever he’s saying. The device hits the right spot with laser focus and I fight a losing battle.

When someone makes a joke and everyone laughs, I cum inside my pants. I pretend to laugh as well, the perfect cover at the right time. I wet myself. Not wet enough to seep through my pants, but a mess nonetheless. I shift my legs to move the rose petal out of place, even using my hand to push. No one notices.

As soon as the meeting is over I head to the bathroom and put the device in the sink. I use a paper towel to clean myself and my undergarment. Taking a breather, I pick up the device and examine it, still wet with my orgasm.

Now I understand why Josephine and her colleagues are obsessed with sexual practices in the office. I’m not saying that I condone it, or that I ever want to experience it again, but I get why they were naked in that office, doing whatever they do.

The next day I work in my office, but this time the vibrator sits on my desk when no one is around. I didn’t mention my orgasm to anyone. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing what they did to me, that sense of power. I also didn’t want them to think that I could easily be controlled by young employees.

When the pink rose device starts to buzz on my desk, I know they’re fucking around. It buzzes harder than yesterday. It vibrates loudly on the hard surface of my table. I’m supposed to be wearing it right now and I wonder if the brats know I have another meeting soon. Perhaps they’re trying to time it, wanting me to orgasm before my meeting, or worse, missing their chance to get me during the meeting.

It dawns on me that they hit a bullseye yesterday. The brats KNEW about the product meeting yesterday and got me to orgasm around that group of guys. They must have gotten my schedule, which isn’t hard because I’m always meeting with people. I wonder if they spied on me yesterday, watching from a distance as I came in my pants, turning up the heat as I squirmed.

Shoving the vibrating Mooligirl product into my pocket, I close my computer and march all the way to their private work space. The brisk walk takes a few minutes and my blood is boiling when I get there. I see their silhouette through the frosted glass. I see their heels and shoes through the clear glass on the bottom. The vibration in my pocket has finally stopped which at least cools me down a little.

I don’t bother to knock on the door when I open it. There are four young women, all naked sitting around the large table. It’s a legitimate work area with laptops, whiteboards covered in algorithms, and coffee mugs scattered about, but the casual nudity throws me off.

They’re all sitting around Lexi, whose jaw drops and she adjusts her oversized glasses while looking at me, and I notice her phone is open on the table. It’s apparent that she’s running an app. The obvious assumption is that she’s running the app to the Mooligirl device in my pocket and they’ve all been looking at it. Perhaps chatting (or laughing) about which vibration settings to use.

Eyes are wide. Hands cover breasts. No one says a word.

I take the vibrator out of my pocket and dangle it.

“Do any of you know my meeting schedules?”

Of the four naked computer engineers, only Josephine musters the courage to respond. She does so by sheepishly standing, not bothering to cover her dark asian nipples or patch of raven black pubic hairs. Her body language seems meek as she approaches me.

“Please don’t be mad,” she says. “We pushed too far by accident. You’re always in control. That’s why making you squirm was so hot. Here, can we show you?”

Josephine is naked before me, then she leads me to the table where the group is still sitting. She tries to be comfortable with her nudity but I can tell how awkward this is for her. She’s used to being naked around them, but not me. As I approach the conference table, the young engineers either loosen up or become more tense. They feel judged by me. They’re unsure how I feel about them.

She shows me the app on the phone. The levels of vibration it can produce from a distance.

“You see,” she says. “It wasn’t a personal attack. We wanted to make you… you know…”

“To make me cum? In front of people who work here?”

Lexi stands, moving her hands away to reveal her large pink nipples, and she looks at me through those giant framed glasses, which I always thought were so adorable on her.

“We struck a deal for this. It’s only fair. No one was in danger.”

Lexi’s defiance is tepid, but I respect the effort, and before I know it, Josephine reaches over and starts unbuttoning my top. It’s so egregious that I just let it happen. Partly out of curiosity. Partly out of sexual frustration for all that’s been happening lately and being around these nude women. And partly because, if I’m being honest, I’ve already come this far and my promotion is near.

They’re not doing this maliciously. More than anything, their hesitation is on full display, with both Josephine and Lexi working together with slow hands to remove my top, while the other girls sit back in shock that this is happening. They’re curious about doing this with someone older than them, someone with greater authority in this corporation. That, more than anything, is what gets them off. At least when it comes to me.

First my top, then my bottom, then my undergarments get removed. They’ve done this before, undressing their target, I’m sure of it. They’re too proficient. I think of my boss’s words as I’m stripped down and maybe I’m not that different from these young women. They do it for pleasure and career, and I’m doing it for career, but in the end we’re all headed to the same place. The same orgasms as well.

I’m naked in front of the group and my hands cover my nipples and pubic area. Meanwhile the women in the room have become emboldened by their victory, putting their hands down to let their breasts show, no longer intimidated by my presence. Their eyes are having a feast looking at my body. It takes years to build a reputation but this might be my undoing. My status in the office, the respect I’ve earned among peers, even simple friendships, I could lose it all if people saw me like this.