“Clarissa, I…I don’t understand what’s happening. Everything you just said never happened to me… I mean I was working, dressed I might add, at my desk no more than five minutes ago. I have a home and a car and… a life! This isn’t happening! I’m dreaming or something.”
Clarissa seemed to be torn between sympathising and getting to her important meeting, it was as though she was trying to convince herself that Jen didn’t deserve her comfort, because she was just equipment.
“Jen, you’re starting to worry me so I’m going to call for maintenance, they’ll be able to check you out properly and find out what’s wrong with you. I’m worried about how you’re going to work during the meeting, I mean if you break while we’re doing the presentation then what?!”
Jen started to cry openly her head was hurting and she felt strange, “If I ‘BREAK’ in the meeting? What does that mean?”
Clarissa was on the phone to someone; Jen heard her whisper her name and some other things before Jen felt herself starting to lose consciousness.
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When Jen awoke she found herself lying on her desk, looking straight up at the ceiling with a hairy Latino man staring down at her, he was talking to himself and seemed to be injecting her with something. She tried to get up but he held her still until he’d finished with the injection, she was still naked and the cold wood felt awful against her back. She was terrified he might abuse her.
“Let me go!” Jen yelled, he looked her up and down and ignored her statement. “What was that you injected me with?!”
The man leered at her, “It is ah booster objeto, makes you…work… properly”
He let her go and gathered his things into a small toolbox labelled ‘Sexual Apparatus Maintenance Kit’ this made her cringe. “Please, where’d Clarissa?” Jen said timidly.
“Clarissa is in ah meeting objeto” he responded, Jen didn’t like how he spoke to her as ‘objeto’ she knew that was Spanish for object.
Jen slipped off of her desk as the Latino man left without a further word to her. She saw that she’d been left a glass of water, and beneath it was a note from Clarissa. Drinking the water she read the note slowly, almost choking in disbelief. The note read;
“We need sexual apparatus in the board room, whenever maintenance is finished. I’ve made sure a sexual stimulant booster was administered which should last the next month. It would save the company time if the apparatus could find its own way to the board room.”
Jen couldn’t believe Clarissa could be so cold. Putting the drink down on the desk she looked up at the clock, realising the meeting had started half an hour ago and that she’d been unconscious for nearly as long. She decided to head back to her closet and chose the most covering of all of the clothes. A crotch less black teddy with opaque bra cups, a tiny black transparent sarong and a pair of black heels.
She could feel herself getting sexually excited, she didn’t want to, but her skin was becoming flushed and her nipples were hardening. Her pussy was wet and she couldn’t control it, she was’nt horny but her body was displaying all of the signs; the cups on her nipples sent pleasurable, if unwanted, shivers through her sweet young body.
She emerged from the closet a nervous wreck, what was happening? Why was she doing this? Was it an elaborate prank? She decided…