Lady Boss: Personal Package

Avery's at her desk when Bunny pops in with a box. Bunny gives her that look and says Helena doesn’t want anyone getting personal shit sent here. She’ll keep quiet, but Avery better stash the damn thing fast. Bunny’s gone and Avery rips the package open to find a strap-on waiting inside. She figures there’s time, so she steps into it, straps the harness tight, and lets the dildo hang. Then the door swings and Helena’s voice fills the room. Pants up in a rush, the bulge obvious under the fabric. Helena starts running through numbers, eyes flicking over the desk until she spots the empty box. She leans in, grabs Avery’s waist, feels the hard shape pressing against her palm. A slow grin spreads across her face. No write-up, she says, if they make this little toy part of the job right now. Avery doesn’t need it spelled out twice. She nods, already wet, and Helena’s fingers slip past the waistband to test how well the harness fits.