Lady Boss: Personal Package

Avery's typing away when Bunny waltzes in holding a big package. "Helena catches you with this, you're screwed," Bunny says, but her smirk gives away that she won't rat Avery out. She leaves with a wink. Avery tears it open like a kid on Christmas and there's the strap-on she'd ordered. Plenty of time before the boss shows, she figures, so she steps into the harness and tightens the buckles. Then the door clicks and Helena's heels are tapping toward her desk. Avery yanks her slacks up fast, the dildo poking out underneath like a hidden joke. Helena drones on about quarterly reports until she spots the discarded shipping box. Her eyes narrow. She circles Avery, pats her down, and feels that rigid lump. Avery holds her breath. Helena smiles like she's won a bet. "Can't punish you if this is company property," she says, unzipping her blouse. Avery grins and lets the pants drop.