Butt Plug Fetish Phone Sex – Bend over For A Promotion – Part I

 

My first solicitation assignment is for a lunch meeting with past clients of the firm. I’ll be accompanied by two male lawyers and it’s my job to explain how to navigate the new laws, while the men have a good time catching up, I’m assuming.

Before the meeting, I’m called into Richard’s office. I’m nervous about the lunch appointment and I assume Richard is going to offer advice on how to deal with these clients. He’s a law Partner, by the way, the one who hired me for this job and promised me a promotion if I do well.

We make small talk in his office and he tells me to close the door. There’s an unmarked box from a department store sitting on his desk. He gestures to it, signaling it’s for me.

“So you’re the mystery man,” I say.

I smile and open the box, expecting another harmless piece of undergarment. This is borderline sexual harassment, but oh well. This job means a lot to me and we have a good personal and professional relationship.

Lifting the lid, I see a container that has three metallic objects (shaped like small cones) and a clear bottle with ‘lubrication’ marked on the label.

“Are these…” I let my voice trail, so he can finish for me.

“Butt plugs. To keep your anus ready when it’s needed.”

This is beyond a joke and Richard isn’t even laughing. I know he’s serious. And it confirms the suspicion I had. It explains why there’s always a woman that travels with male lawyers whenever there’s a meeting with clients.

Sex in the workplace is nothing new. From my general perception, it usually involves a woman giving head because it’s quick and easy.

Anal sex? That’s a new one. I still wonder if this is a joke because I’m new here, but Richard doesn’t budge. I look at the objects that range in size. The smallest is two inches. The biggest is about 5 inches. Ouch.

“I can report you for this.”

“You won’t,” he says, dismissing me.

“How do you know?”

“A feeling. I know how to read women. You’re sexy, ambitious, and you have a dark side somewhere inside you.”

“That’s being presumptuous,” I say.

Richard is correct. I’m not going to report this. I have too much to lose. I know what would happen to my legal career. And as a lawyer, I know what a prolonged legal battle would entail. I’d have to give sworn statements about how I’m wearing high heels that were given to me. How I kept the silk stockings under my desk.

Worse, I’d have to give sworn statements about how I’m looking at three butt plugs and a bottle of ass lubrication. I’d also have to throw the professional women of this law firm under the bus, with my assumption that they’re being slutty.

Not a great way to spend a year of my life.

“What’s your point?” I ask. “Do you think I’m just going to shove that in my asshole? Why are you doing this?”

“Holly, take a look at the firm. Tell me what you see.”

I turn and look at the open space law firm through the window and blinds. It’s a beautiful layout. I see sharply dressed lawyers, paralegals, and secretaries working with diligence. It’s my dream job and I don’t want to leave this firm.

“This is a great place to work,” I say with admiration.

“Underneath every office skirt is a butt plug. Women are required to wear it.”

“Liar,” I say.

“What makes you say that?”

“Butt plugs? With high heels?

I’ve never done it, but I’d guess you’d need the leg strength of an athlete to be able to walk seamlessly.”

“So you think you can tell if a woman is wearing a plug?” he asks.

“If they’re wearing heels, probably.”

I’m confident in my answer, but so is Richard. He picks up the phone and summons the secretary, who’s sitting outside at her desk.

The secretary enters, a rail thin biracial woman (half Korean) named Kimmie, who I estimate is in her late 20’s. She wears glasses and appears book smart and shy. Everything about her presentation is formal and she’s always polite.

I don’t know what to expect, but Kimmie is wearing an office skirt. It’s my first time noticing that her heels are equally as expensive as mine.

“Yes, sir?”

“Kimmie, how’s your morning going?” Richard asks the secretary.

“It’s going well. I’m confirming upcoming appointments and making arrangements for your court appearance next…”

He waves his hand. “Can you do me a favor? Walk back and forth.”

As ordered, the secretary walks back and forth, pacing in the office. The form is composed like a model working the runway at a fashion show. Is she wearing a butt plug as Richard suggests? It’s hard to say. Before, I would have doubted it. But I’m not sure anymore.

“You can stop now,” Richard says. “Can you do me a favor and bend over? Spread yourself so Holly can see what you have underneath.”

“Yes, sir.”

Although compliant, I can see the secretary blush. She’s embarrassed and her lips purse together and her muscles tighten. There’s a faint hint of arousal. Does she enjoy being used in this manner? Some women like it. For some women, being degraded and used is their thing.

Kimmie turns, and when she bends over and tosses her office skirt aside, I see a bare butt. No panties. Just her naked ass with skinny legs.

When she spreads her flat cheeks, I see a silver shine in her puckered hole. Oh god, a butt plug.

“How big is it?” I ask.

“Kimmie, show the woman,” Richard says.

The secretary pulls the plug out of her anus. It’s a slow pull because it’s a delicate region of the body. I watch it slide out. I see the lubrication on the metallic surface of the sex toy. It’s longer than I expected. The moment it’s out, I catch a glimpse of Kimmie’s pinkish-red rectum before it closes.

“Four inches,” Kimmie says, holding it straight up.

I marvel that such a thing was hidden in her butt while she worked. As a skinny girl she’s able to walk like a breeze. How had I missed it? Looking at her thin legs, I see the toned muscles in her calves. She must have been doing this for years to have that level of rectal control.

“Thank you,” Richard says. “Put it back, then go to your desk.”

“Yes, sir.”

I wonder if the secretary feels shame. She does a half-squat and guides the lubed plug underneath her office skirt, towards her anus. She struggles pushing it inside. Her pretty face winces and her toes curl. Eventually it goes in and she walks effortlessly out of the office, back to her desk.

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I hope you enjoyed reading Part I of my Butt Plug Fetish Blog. Part II comes out on Wednesday, you’re not going to want to miss if I decide to wear a butt plug at the office or not. If you can’t wait for then you can listen to my audio where I tell you this naughty story in my own sexy voice. If you loved this blog and want to read more check out my Officer Roleplay Blog.

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