by Cyan
Copyright 2006 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
It couldn't be good. She'd ensconced herself in Sarah's office as if it were her own and I could see by her mode of dress that she was from higher up in the company. I had not noticed other reps being asked to see her.
She appeared to study me for a moment, apparently having stood and come around the office's desk as I entered. Sarah had instructed me to go on in. "Judith," said the woman, finally, offering her hand to shake. Judith.
This couldn't be good. Layoffs? Or something about me? "Sit," said the woman, Judith, pointing at the chair facing Sarah's desk. I felt funny about sitting before she did so, but it resembled an order and I sat quickly. She followed suit. I did my best to look interested. And to hide my unease.
I recognized Judith, from earlier that day. Sarah had taken her around the floor on a tour and Judith had seemed to be studying us. Or at least me, when they came close to my workstation. "I've been looking at your record," said Judith, and indicated a file on the desk. I instinctively checked for more similar files lying around, such as might be for others, but I saw none. I tried to think if any of the other reps had been in here that day. "You've been here a year now?"
"Yes," I said. I felt I needed to add something, to be articulate, but words weren't flowing.
She seemed to be watching my eyes. "You enjoy it here?"
"Yes," I said, which was generally true, but what was even more true was that I needed this job.
"Excellent," she said, and scanned something in the file. So far, it hadn't seemed like she was talking about letting me go, and I felt a degree of relief. But I wasn't sure. She remained unreadable. "What I'm going to do now is have you make two telephone calls," she said, still looking at something in the file about me.
"What?" I said, before thinking. I couldn't imagine what was going on here.
She looked up from the paper. "Nothing to worry about," she said, with what came close to looking like a reassuring smile. "I'm going to give you a question to ask."
I stared at her, still unable to fathom what this was about.
* * *
"Well?" said Judith. I struggled to think what she might want me to say. I still didn't understand what the phone calls I'd just made were all about. "Tell me about the two calls."
I needed a hint about what was going on! "Uh, they both answered the question."
"They provided the information right? The part number and the price?"
"Yes."
"And both were polite, prompt and business-like?"
"Yes," I said, knowing I needed to add more.
"Anything else?" she said. I sometimes have this unfortunate tendency to go quiet when I'm stymied. Fortunately, not on my calls, but with someone like Judith, it was different. "Which one would you want to talk to again?" When I still said nothing, she added, "Just give me your gut instinct."
"The first one," I said. When she said nothing, I knew she wanted me to explain, or at least to try. "She sounded, more interested," I said, feeling I was finally putting into words the impression I'd had. "The second woman was more bored, like she wasn't giving it her whole attention."
"So the first woman was more focused?" said Judith.
"Yes," I agreed.
"And you'd find yourself inclined to deal with her again," said Judith, not quite phrasing it as a question.
"Yes," I said.
Judith paused just a second, then asked, "Would you say the first woman was more comfortable?"
"No," I said, and realized Judith had hit on something. "Maybe less comfortable, but in a good way."
Judith looked thoughtful, as if she were about to pick her words. Finally, her eyes met mine again. "The Company," she began, "depends upon its representatives, and the impression they make. The tiniest difference can determine a surprising amount of business. In fact, it can make the difference between a profit and a loss. Between success and failure." I felt my heart sink. This was beginning to seem like a way-over-elaborate way to tell me they didn't want me. "So the Company has to pay attention to any factor that can positively affect the performance of its representatives. The Company's survival and all the jobs it provides depend upon it."
I felt relieved. Something was going on here, but she still didn't sound like someone about to let me go. Not that I understood what was coming, or felt comfortable that she'd chosen to make such a speech to me. Was there something wrong with my performance? "The difference between the first woman and the second," said Judith, "is that the first one is wearing a butt plug."
"Huh?" I said. I stared at Judith, really feeling uneasy, not at anything specific, but at the incongruous direction her conversation had just taken.
"As I said, the Company constantly looks at ideas, and will explore even the far-fetched to do what it can to keep its edge. And what we've found, despite how bizarre it may seem, is that representatives wearing butt plugs do not lose their focus, and their voices come across as interested and helpful, and less self-satisfied." She paused, but all I could do is stare. Bizarre was right, and if I'd been uneasy before, now I was probably blushing scarlet. She couldn't be saying these things. "It has become very clear to the Company that a representative wearing a butt plug performs at a higher level, and the Company must be competitive, for all our sakes.
"Now, for obvious reasons, the Company cannot require, or even encourage you or anyone else to wear a butt plug. But the Company does take a rightful interest in your performance, and for the sake of the business and the jobs of all involved, the Company cannot remain lax about assuring all its representatives are performing as required. The simple fact is, representatives wearing butt plugs ultimately bring in more revenue to the Company, to meet and exceed our targets. We will provide you with the opportunity to use one through work hours, but in no way does the Company assume that is the sole way you can perform to expectation. Do you understand?"
With a sinking feeling, I felt I understood too much of what she said. It wasn't all quite believable, but she'd been perfectly clear about her point. "All that is for the future," Judith said with a smile. "You can go in a minute, but before you do, I'm going to have you call two more reps with our question."
* * *
I hadn't visited the nurse before, nor had I even realized we had a nurse on staff. Judith had been very clear that if I chose to be a part of this, I was to show up here exactly fifteen minutes before my shift began. I knocked lightly.
The door opened. "Come in," said a woman who opened it, and as she closed the door behind me, I found myself in a small examination room. She was in a lab coat, and I didn't recognize her, nor did I recall seeing any so-dressed woman around the office previous to that moment.
I was so embarrassed. I was going through with it. Judith had simply had me make those two additional calls, and left the decision entirely to me, with no more than instructions of what to do and when if I so chose. There had been no doubt when I made those calls. Judith never even told me which was which, but I could hear in the two womens' voices everything Judith had said. The one was pleasant, seemed comfortable, and was perhaps a little bored. The other was also pleasant, seemed not quite so "comfortable," and just a little more eager to help me. When I knew what to pay attention to, it was all as clear as day. And there was no doubt in my mind which woman would be more likely to get my repeat business if I were a customer.
I'd had days to think about it, before the date Judith had told me that I could choose to begin. Days to try to pay more attention on my calls and present the image I'd observed was more effective. But days are so long and tedious, you can start with great intentions, yet later when you recall your own voice through the day, the gradual move toward matter-of-factness remains evident. And as crazy as the whole idea was, I could not doubt that one of those things might well hold your attention. And the calls Judith had had me make: they'd been so clear and convincing.
I had to keep my edge. Judith had pointed out that the Company very-well knows it depends upon the performance of each of us. And undoubtedly watches our numbers. It wasn't a threat, exactly. And it was hard to argue with the Company's practice of retaining only the employees who were producing.
And then there was the matter of making sure they knew I was doing my best. To do what I could for them. Judith seemed to imply that that was not a factor, but you can't dismiss the notion. If the Company thought I was doing whatever it took to perform well, it would be more inclined to give my less-stellar weeks some benefit of the doubt.
And so here I was. The nurse never identified herself, which struck me as just a touch odd. "Take off your pants and underpants, and lie faced down on this table," she said.
She stood there, as if to supervise me, and I found it strange to start undressing in front of her. "Go ahead," she said.
I lay my head on my hands. I felt extremely vulnerable, undressed like that, and of course what was to come was more than I could bear to think about. I noted she put on rubber gloves. "I'm going to start by lubricating you," she said, and I felt the rubber on my rear. Then a finger wormed at my anus for a moments, then slid into me.
I felt my whole body tense, a small shudder as I took in a quick breath. Her finger pushed in, then slid in and out a bit. The whole idea that I was on this table, in this position, was too bizarre for thought. "Do you engage in anal sex?" asked the nurse.
"No," I said, hearing extreme unease in my own voice as I said it. In fact, I'd engaged in no sex recently, it being so hard to meet guys if you're not the clubbing type, and I'd certainly never had anal sex in my life.
"Butt plugs? With a boyfriend?"
Her finger was still in me! "No," I said.
"With any women friends?" What? I certainly didn't go that direction! "Sometimes straight women will help each other with butt plugs," she said.
I had no answer, and wasn't even sure I understood. The finger finally withdrew. "You'll have to relax your anus," she said. "This is a small one, to get you used to it." I felt her gloved fingers on my rear, spreading. This was impossible, my going through this. "Relax it," she said.
I tried. She put a finger on my anus again, rubbing slightly. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't think how I'd possibly put myself in this position. "Relax," she repeated, as if there were any possibility of that! But I tried. She rubbed, lightly.
Finally, I felt it. There was no doubt, that thing being pressed in. "Good," she said as it slid. It settled.
It certainly was a feeling you couldn't ignore.
* * *
I felt totally naked, walking to my workstation. Was there something in my walk? The idea of being there, in front of everyone, with that thing in me! I eyed my chair, feeling if I sat down too gingerly, I'd be noticed. And I wondered how many of the other reps were doing this. "Is something wrong?" said Mary. She's two workstations down from me and we usually talk at lunch.
"No," I said, quickly. I found myself considering whether Mary was doing it too. Had she even been asked? There were a lot of us so perhaps they hadn't gotten to her yet. I hadn't noticed Sarah sending other reps to her office. I managed to sit without looking too weird about it, or at least I think I didn't. I looked at the other reps, many of them already on the phones. They didn't look any different. Many looked intent, but they always do. I readied my computer, and enabled calls.
The first one came, a woman looking to return something.
I definitely was not feeling over-comfortable.
* * *
The nurse slid her finger back and forth. I'd begun to wonder why she did it quite so much, both in the morning when she was about to insert the thing and at the end of the day right after she removed it. It didn't seem to me it was really necessary, but I did appreciate that she'd kept the whole thing painless. "Have you begun having anal sex with boyfriends now?"
"No," I said. Boyfriends? Ha, as if my social life had had any turnarounds. I'd been coming to her twice a day for two weeks, and it had seemed talked less and less, to the point we went through it nearly silently. Not once had she offered her name. But if she was going to zero in on sore points, I was thinking maybe I should appreciate the silence. An odd thing is that I'd never seen any evidence that any of the other reps visited her. She was always there in her room, apparently waiting for me.
Her finger slid in and out. "You might start to find it's what you want," she said. Now that was unlikely. It was disturbing enough with these little sessions. Involving it in sex was totally incongruous.
The door opened behind her. I felt panic, though I was in no position to do anything about it. The door closed, and I sensed another person in the room. It was Judith. Judith came up to the other side of the table, but I was not in position to see her face, given that I was on my stomach. I hadn't seen her since that interview in Sarah's office. "Any issues?" said Judith.
"No," said the Nurse. "I'm introducing a larger size today."
"Any responses that would concern us?" asked Judith.
The nurse said nothing for a second. I thought about what she'd just revealed: a larger size? "Not really," said the nurse, and withdrew her finger. I felt the plug as she positioned it, before pressing.
I hated Judith seeing my reaction as the nurse pressed it in. Even after two weeks, there was that brief feeling of helplessness, that tensing of my body, and the little intake of breath I simply wasn't able to suppress. "OK, I'm going to take it out again," said the nurse.
I couldn't believe it. She drew, and it came out, again putting me through that very brief moment of utter torture. "Again," she said, and pressed it in. Having Judith watch me was bad enough, but the nurse now seemed bent on embarrassing me repeatedly. She inserted and withdrew it several more times. Judith said nothing.
"OK, now we're ready for the next one," said the nurse, finally. She did something for a moment out of my vision, then I felt it again, on my anus. "Easy," she said, gently pressing once again.
I knew this was the larger one she'd spoken of. Why was I doing this? It slipped in. Both of them were silent for a moment. "OK, get dressed," the nurse finally said.
I had to face my embarrassment, and get up, but as soon as I did, they left, making me very nervous about the moments when they had the door a bit open. After that, she always installed it several times, both in the morning and in the afternoon. Judith was often there.
* * *
"Come," said Judith, to me. I could tell the rest of the reps were noticing, though they didn't show it. It was lunch break, and I'd been about to get Mary as usual, to head for the lunch room. Instead, I stood, following Judith past them all, wondering what they made of this.
I'd thought about them all, about whether they visited the nurse's office. If so, when? And I'd found myself trying to discern anything in their actions or performance suggesting something. I'd noticed that some would watch me now and then. But why? Were they wondering the same things I was? If so, were they wearing the things? Or had they simply received Judith's spiel and were wondering who had gone along with the plan? Or was it merely me behaving a touch out-of-character, and they were simply noticing? "You're coming with me to lunch," said Judith. I followed.
The restaurant was nice. Judith introduced me to a woman named Gail Stafford. Gail was older than me, probably around the same age as Judith and Sarah. She looked at me, curiously. Judith introduced her as the daughter of the founder of the company.
They talked. I wondered why I was there. Gail politely asked me about my background for a couple of minutes, but then she and Judith went off on other topics, about company issues, and about places they'd vacationed that I could only dream about.
I had noticed Gail still paying a bit of attention to me. She must know, I figured, about this thing Judith had me doing. But it also looked like she could be merely curious what I was doing there. About why Judith had asked me along. There seemed no reason to it.
I simply sat there, uncomfortably, that thing in my butt. They knew, I was almost sure. Obviously Judith knew, and I figured Gail must know too. Maybe. But I thought about the same thing I figured Gail might be wondering: why was I at this lunch? Judith had showed up quite a few times when the nurse was inserting and removing the thing. Why was Judith apparently taking this interest in me? The conversation simply went on, as if I weren't there. When Judith glanced at me, I knew what she was thinking. With Gail, I just kept wondering.
* * *
It wasn't often that Sarah called me into her office alone. She invited me to sit. "You," she said, "have been invited for a week at Gail Stafford's place, beginning this Friday after work." She paused. Of all the things Sarah might have had to tell me, this was certainly the least expected. "She has a nice place in the country," she said, sounding almost wistful that she herself hadn't been invited. "We had a company function out there, once. You'll enjoy it. Oh, and you're excused from work for the week."
I wandered out of her office door, unable to make sense of it. Gail Stafford had made polite conversation with me for a few minutes but that was the extent of it. I sensed from Sarah, that there was nothing unexpected about this. I couldn't figure it out. I also could see no way out of it.
* * *
The sun was bring and cheerful, the weather about everything you could hope for. The estate was amazing, the house I'd been brought to and the beautiful, old-fashioned room I'd been settled in. A huge, old bed, windows viewing the countryside, and a full dressing room. Then, this woman, Anna, introduced herself.
Anna seemed around my own age, and was the only one I'd met besides a maid, who had identified herself as Margot, and had let me in the house and shown me to the room where I was to stay. Anna's room was adjoining mine, and shared a bathroom. I had no idea who she was, but she seemed to accept my presence. She was talkative from the first, and the first thing she spoke of were the horses, and she drew me into a plan to go riding. As she'd promised, she had a well-behaved mount for me and she led me through the whole experience, never leaving me wondering what I was supposed to do. I had been unsure what to expect on this unexpected weekend, but riding with Anna was a very promising start.
Back at our rooms, she told me we had an hour until dinner, and I had a the distinct feeling things were to be formal, like an estate in the movies, and I wondered if I had anything like the right sort of clothes. We split, and I mulled over the issue.
Anna put her head through the door from the bathroom. "You can take the first shower," she said, and seeing me there, assured me, to my relief, that dinner dress was plenty casual, that she'd be wearing jeans.
When I stepped out of the shower, she was there in a robe, a huge towel in hand in which to dry me. Strange as I felt, caught unawares, it also felt natural, like I'd known and trusted her for years. She wrapped the towel around me, then with seemingly no reluctance, slipped off her robe and into the shower. I felt guilty about the awareness I felt regarding her body, and I quickly left for my own room.
The nurse was there.
"On the bed," said the nurse, pulling the glove on her hand. She had a gym bag with her. I was so surprised, not knowing what else to do, that I did so. All I had on was the towel, and I lay naked on the bed.
She wasted no time, her finger penetrating me immediately. Maybe she did it more forcefully than usual, but I felt myself shudder the moment she penetrated. How can I simply be going along with this? was all I could think. And why was she here?
As usual, she took her time. I simply lay there, helpless. Finally, she withdrew the finger, and I felt her place the plug. As she'd been doing for a while, she inserted and removed it several times before leaving it in. "I'll be back tonight," she said. And she left, taking her bag.
Left alone, I lay for a moment, then thought of Anna popping her head in again. I was so thankful she hadn't while the nurse was around. What was going on? I got up and started looking through what I'd brought for something that might be OK.
Dinner might have been a wonderful experience, since the food was amazing. But it was hard to simply enjoy it, feeling so out of place, and being constantly aware of what I was sitting on. Besides Anna and me, Gail Stafford was there, and one more woman whom Gail introduced as Yvonne. Gail and Yvonne each asked me politely interested questions, then they spoke to each other, while Anna spoke to me. I did notice Yvonne give me a strange look, but I couldn't tell if it was because she was aware of what I was surreptitiously wearing, or whether she merely wondered why I was invited. I had thought Judith would be there, but no one mentioned her, and I didn't feel ready to ask Anna about her.
After dinner, Anna wanted to go for a walk around the grounds, and I followed her, out into the dark. She took me to a small lake where we sat on the dock. She had a bottle of wine, and we took swigs from it. "Want to go swimming?" she said.
We had no suits, and I knew she meant naked. I thought of what I was wearing, and having to deal with it, either to remove it or swim with it. Anyway, despite our experience in the shower, and though it was dark, I still wasn't ready to strip down for a swim with this woman. She seemed disappointed when I declined, but still happily chatted away. Soon she decided to continue walking and led me on further through the dark.
We came back to the house. "Look at this," said Anna, and led me to a window.
Inside, Gail and Yvonne were kissing. Gail was totally naked, straddling Yvonne's lap. Yvonne was fully dressed, sitting on a couch. They didn't move, but remained locked in that kiss.
I don't know why I spied on them. Anna seemed to think nothing of it, and it felt safe, that they wouldn't see us. We watched some minutes. They never moved. Finally Anna drew me away.
"Do they live together here?" I asked, despite myself. I was curious.
"Oh they're not lesbian," said Anna. "They're both completely straight. They just like kissing."
I found myself stymied by that pronouncement. What did it even mean?
Anna led me back to our rooms. She opened my door, and there was something almost proprietary about the way she did so. Or maybe she was just being nice, I couldn't tell.
The nurse was in my room. "Oh!" said Anna, looking startled, and she backed out, closing the door, leaving me with the nurse.
"All your clothes off," said the nurse.
She had me practice taking several more insertions before removing it for good. Then, as always, her finger in me again. "Did you enjoy your evening?" she said.
Her finger was still in me. Somehow I couldn't even contemplate doing anything but what she wanted of me. "Yes," I said, my voice shaky.
"I'll see you tomorrow before dinner," she said, withdrawing her finger. "Here," she added, "you need this," putting something beside me.
She left. On the bed, next to me was the vibrator.
I lay there, staring at it. Then, thoughts of Anna popping into my mind, I didn't want to be caught as I was, I stood, and picked it up. And wondered if I should hide it somewhere.
I looked at the door handle to the bathroom. There was no way to lock it. I wondered how much you could hear from the bathroom, or from Anna's room. I stood there a moment, considering the idea of going to Anna's room myself. I didn't.
I retreated into my dressing room, but didn't turn on the light. The bare floor was cold. Thoughts filled my head, recollections. Riding with Anna. Anna talking. Eating dinner with that thing in me. Gail and Yvonne kissing. Me and Anna watching them. What were they doing now? Were Gail and Yvonne together? Was Anna alone in bed? I recalled Anna slipping out of her robe and stepping into the shower. I recalled the nurse's finger, pushed into me. The way Yvonne looked at me at dinner. She knew. Maybe. The way Judith always looked at me. Judith and the nurse talking while the nurse had her finger in me, as I lay quietly, letting it all happen.
I couldn't stop coming.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.