Relentless (Audio Script)

Stories

I can do this.

I’m fine.

I’ve got this.

I guess I’ll text you and let you know… I’m ready.

This is maybe the craziest thing we’ve ever done.

If it’s not the craziest, it’s definitely up there.

I think that threesome at the music fest in Prague is still number one on my list, but this feels… riskier, kind of dirty, too.

Like, way more intense than our typical bedroom activities.

Having a remote-controlled vibrator in my pants at work is, uh, yeah.

I never, ever imagined myself doing something like this, but it was my idea after all.

A very horny idea, I’ll admit, but I’ve been kind of obsessed with this little egg vibrator ever since I got it.

It’s been good in bed, but I can tell it’s really made for more discrete play, like, wearing it in public.

Walking around, going about my day… while you tease me with occasional mind-numbingly good waves of pleasure.

Your idea about wearing it out to a restaurant or something is super hot, but I feel like I need a little practice before we get to that level.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous.

I guess I’m worried someone’s going to be able to tell, like maybe I won’t be able to hold back how good it feels…

Whatever.

This scenario, wearing it at work, especially on a Friday when fewer people are in the office… this feels like a good practice round for something more intense.

I’ve got no meetings scheduled, nothing super pressing to do.

In fact, I probably won’t even be interacting with anyone else today.

It’ll just be me… this little vibe… and you, of course.

You, four floors above, just waiting for me to say go.

The fact that we work in the same building made this whole idea too good to pass up.

You’ve got the remote app on your phone, and you call the shots: when it turns on… when it turns off… what intensity… the pattern.

All of it.

I’m giving up all of that control to you.

And fuck, that is hot.

You seemed very excited about maybe showing up unexpectedly, just popping into the office to say hi and get a look at my face while I try not to make a sound.

Anyway, I just texted you, so I guess the vibrator is going to turn on any minute now…

And there it is…

Oh… my god.

That feels good.

This must be the lowest setting.

And it’s just a… long wave right now…

Damn.

Okay.

Well… I guess I should… try to be a little productive… if I can.

Maybe I’ll just… check my email, something easy, low-stakes.

Oh, god, this is…

it’s hard to concentrate.

Oh, and you’re… switching it up on me.

Fuck.

I absolutely cannot touch myself here in the office, but…

oh my god, I want to.

My clit…

fuck, it’s just… so perfectly right up against me…

And if I… just cross my legs, I can… fuck.

I just have to… just have to breathe through it.

“Hey, there you are.”

“Oh!

Uh, hi.

Hi, um, what’s up?”

“Ah, not much, just going through some of these layouts for next week’s design session.

Hey, I was wondering, do you have a few minutes?

I would love to get your opinion on some of these mockups.”

“Um, yeah, yeah, of… of course.

I… sure. In your office?”

“Actually, let’s do the conference room.

I’ve got everything pulled up on the projector in there.”

Oh, fuck.

Oh my god.

My boss?!

Seriously?!

I have a fucking remote-controlled vibrator in my underwear right now and my boss wants to have a meeting.

How… am I…?

There’s no way I can do this.

I am so fucking turned on right now.

I can feel how wet I am through my underwear.

And you… upstairs… you probably think I’m just sitting alone at my desk.

You have no idea I’m going to have to keep my composure around my boss while you edge me relentlessly.

This is… not good.

But also really hot.

“Alright, so…”

Oh, thank god.

The vibrator stopped, for now.

I can… hopefully… just catch my breath and—

Oh my god.

Oh, it’s back.

And… fuck… those… strong… pulsing waves.

Damn it, you know that pattern can get me off so quickly.

I really hope she can’t hear it.

“Sit down, sit down.

Let me just… pull up my laptop here.”

I try to focus on the ceiling, a stain on the carpet, anything other than how badly I want to fucking touch myself right now.

God, my whole body is buzzing.

“So, yeah, I really love what they did with the typeface on this one…

It’s super elegant, but I feel like it’s not quite… it.

You know?

Like there’s something about it I can’t put my finger on…”

“Mmm, yeah.

Yeah.

I… I know what you mean…”

“Yeah?

Is there anything you would suggest?

Some feedback I should give them?”

“Um… maybe… well, the… the… color…”

“Huh.

The color… yeah, you know, I think you might be right.

Maybe it should be more muted, it’s so saturated now.”

I lean back in the chair and squeeze my thighs together.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, it feels so good…

I have to bite my lip to keep from literally moaning out loud.

If only you knew what was happening right now…

fuck, you would probably be so turned on if you knew.

I know I can’t touch myself.

I know I definitely, absolutely cannot.

But this is… oh my god, this teasing is…

it’s so hard not to.

I want to rub my clit so badly…

More than that, I want to go upstairs and I want you to fuck me, hard.

Oh my god, I want you to bend me over your desk, grab a handful of my hair, and—

“You know, now that you mention it, I think you’re absolutely right.

If we switched these two for something a little closer to tangerine or maybe some kind of burnt umber… yeah, I think that would really improve the whole thing.”

“Mmhmmm.”

“Great insight.

Hey, thanks for your help.”

“Great.

Yeah, no problem.

I’m happy to assist.”