Lady Boss: Personal Package

Avery sits at her desk when Bunny walks in carrying a package. Bunny warns her: the boss forbids personal deliveries here. She promises to keep quiet, but Avery needs to tuck the box away before Helena sees it. Once Bunny leaves, Avery tears the wrapping open. Inside sits a strap-on. Time feels generous. She steps out of her skirt, fastens the harness, and adjusts the silicone cock between her thighs. The straps bite pleasantly against bare skin. Footsteps. Helena’s voice drifts down the hall. Avery yanks her trousers back up. The shaft presses hard against the zipper, an obvious ridge. She drops into her chair just as Helena steps through the door. Helena talks numbers, meetings, deadlines. Then her gaze lands on the empty box still sitting in plain sight. Suspicion tightens her mouth. She circles the desk, checks drawers, scans shelves. Nothing. Until she notices the swell straining Avery’s fly. Helena’s fingers brush the fabric. She traces the length beneath, eyes narrowing with sudden understanding. The toy is the contraband. Avery braces for trouble—until Helena leans close and offers a way out: turn the toy into office property. Avery reads the hunger behind the words and nods, heat flaring low in her belly. She stands, undoes her trousers, and lets Helena take charge of the harness.