Lady Boss: Personal Package

Avery sits at her desk, fingers tapping the wood. The office secretary, Bunny Madison, steps in holding a plain box and drops it on the desk. "Boss said no personal deliveries," Bunny murmurs, one brow raised. "Hide this before Helena shows up." Then she leaves. Avery tears the package open. Inside, sleek and black, lies a strap-on. She figures she has a minute. Quietly she slips her pants down, fastens the harness around her hips, and adjusts the silicone cock hanging heavy against her thigh. The moment she finishes, she hears heels clicking in the hall—Helena Locke coming early. Quick, she yanks her pants up, the heavy bulge instantly obvious. She sits anyway, heart pounding. Helena walks in talking budgets and invoices, calm and clipped. Her eyes skim the room, then freeze on the open box. Suspicion sharpens her voice. She starts opening drawers, checking corners. Nothing. Then she stops in front of Avery and stares between her legs. "So that’s the contraband," Helena says. Her fingers press the unmistakable swell through Avery’s pants. A slow smile twists her lips. "You’ll dodge trouble if it’s office use." She unzips Avery’s fly and wraps her hand around the rubber cock still strapped to her. Avery’s breath catches. The game is obvious, and she leans back, pulse hammering, spreading her legs so Helena can decide how “professional” the new toy will be.