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Copyright 1998 MissBehavin@sprint.ca. All rights reserved. No
permission is granted for reproduction in any manner.

Special thanks, as always, to Bo who always takes the time to
proofread for me.  This story is not for review in the CR -- but
comments and other reviews are appreciated.  MissBehavin@sprint.ca



~~Batteries Included~~

She tapped on the door and waited for a response; none came. Knocking
a little louder, she heard him call out, "Who is it?"

"It’s me, Miranda," she replied.

"Miranda?"

"Yes, Miranda. Let me in, please."

"My neighbor Miranda?"

"Yes! How many people named Miranda do you know?" she hissed, getting
impatient.

"Hmmm, I only know one and she’s my neighbor."

Miranda leaned her forehead against the door and sighed. "Matt, open
the door, please; these groceries are getting heavy and I have a
headache."

She heard him pulling at chains and unlocking the deadbolts, and she
stood back up as he opened the door an inch and peered out.

"Miranda!" he said, as if it were some big surprise that she was
standing there. He unlocked the last chain and swung the door open
wide. "Come in, come in. You shouldn’t be standing out in the hall
with all those bags."

She rolled her eyes as she walked by him and headed into the kitchen
with him trailing behind her. Setting the bags on the counter, she
turned to look at him.

"Did you remember to eat today, Matt?"

"Uhmm, I think I did," he said, a serious look crossing his face.
"Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did. I had hot dogs for breakfast and some
cereal for lunch. I didn’t have any milk, so I ate it without and
just pretended there was milk in it."

Miranda smiled. "I bought extra milk this week since you seem to be
going through a lot of it. Okay, help me put this stuff away."

She opened up a set of cupboards and started unpacking the food,
handing him anything that needed to be put in the refrigerator. Matt
started chatting about a new project he was working on, and she
listened to him for a while until his words started all running
together in her mind and she just about blocked him out. As she lined
up his cans of soup alphabetically she thought about Matt.

She had moved into the apartment building five years ago and the first
person she had met was Matt. Her apartment was directly across from
his, and as she and her friends moved in her belongings, Matt had
peeked out the door and watched them with great curiosity. She had
thought him slightly weird when he started making comments about her
furniture. Not that he was making judgement calls on her taste of
furniture; no, he was talking about what it was made out of and the
chemical compounds of each particular material. She had tried to
ignore him, but it was really hard to ignore Matt for some reason. It
wasn’t that he was attractive or witty, but there was something about
him. 

As time progressed, she started to have short conversations with him
when she would meet him in the hall. They were never normal
conversations about the weather or something current in the news. He
was always asking her about things that she threw away in her garbage,
or if she would save her old batteries and give them to him. Once she
was taking her garbage out and the cord from a broken curling iron was
hanging out of one of the bags. She thought Matt was going to have a
heart attack when he saw that she was throwing it out. She immediately
surrendered the curling iron to him and he hugged it to his chest and
disappeared through his door.

"You bought me ice cream!" he said like an excited child. She smiled
at him as he carefully put it in his freezer.

Matt was probably about 25 years old, maybe younger. She had never
received a definite answer when she inquired. To look at him, you’d
think that he was some malnourished junkie, but he wasn’t that at
all. Matt was actually an extremely intelligent guy who had more
important things on his mind than eating or getting his hair cut.
Miranda had actually discovered the inner Matt, and the more she got
to know him, the more she appreciated his brilliance and overlooked
his idiosyncrasies. 

She closed the cupboard doors and turned around, folding one of the
bags while she watched Matt line up the yogurt in alphabetical order.
She had heard other people refer to him as "that retard in apartment
3A", and feelings of rage had built up inside her. They would never
know how brilliant he really is, because they would never take the
time to find out.

"I finished my project today and shipped it off," he stated, standing
up and closing the fridge door. "I also received a bunch of checks
from Hastier, Inc., for something."

"They still owed you the last 2 payments on your reengineering of
their inventory system. I wrote them a very nice but firm letter, so
hopefully they’ve paid up."

Matt shrugged and smiled as Miranda rolled her eyes. "You sign them
and I’ll drop them off at the bank tomorrow."

He sat at the table and started scribbling his name across the checks.
As he signed each one, he handed it to her, and she went through his
invoice book and marked it paid.

"You really should keep better records, Matt. How about taking some
time and whipping up a quick program where we can keep track of all
this stuff on the computer?" 

She asked him this several times a month, and he always just smiled
and said he would get to it after he finished the jobs that paid.
Tucking the checks into her pocket, she thought about Matt’s jobs
that paid. They not only paid him, but they paid him very well. He was
an independent software contractor and was quite well known in the
field. He had told her that he once had tried to work for a software
company but had problems following their rules. He couldn’t work 9 to
5. Sometimes he would work 23 hours in a row, then sleep for 4 or 5
hours, and work another 23 hours. Other times he would not work for a
couple of days, and then he would go back at it, fast and furious. 

As they became friends, Miranda started stopping by every other day
and seeing if he needed anything. At first she would just pick up some
milk or bread for him, and then she found that she was picking up his
groceries. Soon after that, she found that she was doing his banking
for him, because she once found over $6,000.00 worth of checks sitting
on his table along with a few thousand dollars worth of bills.
Together they had gone through the bills and readied them for payment,
and the next day she took his checks to the bank and deposited them
into his account. Matt had told her that he used to have someone who
helped him with all his "stuff", but he wouldn’t discuss who it was
or why that person was no longer helping him.

Miranda rubbed her temples and tried to focus on the papers in front
of her.

"Another headache?" Matt asked, looking at her with a very concerned
face.

She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head back, still rubbing
her temples. "I think it’s the same one; way too much tension in my
life and not enough sex."

"Miranda!" Matt gasped and snickered.

She looked at him and smiled, "Sorry, Matt, just stating the facts."

"Way too much information," he said, staring at her. "But, then again,
you are a woman in your very early thirties, which means you’re at
your sexual peek. Your hormones are probably running high."

"Thanks for reminding me," she said glumly.

"Hey! I have something that might help you!" he said, jumping out of
his chair and taking off down the hall.

"Help my lack of sex problem?" she called out and could just about
hear him blushing when he yelled back that that was gross. 

Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of the chair and followed him. His
living room was not really a living room. It was filled with desks
covered with computers and printers. He had 7 computers, and all the
desks were in a big circle so he could flit from one to another on his
rolling chair. He had removed the carpet so he could move quickly from
one desk to another. She moved down the bare hall and turned into the
larger of the two bedrooms where Matt kept his "inventions".

"Geeze, Matt, this room looks worse than ever. I think you should just
close the door and condemn it!"

Matt was either ignoring her or he didn’t hear her as he searched
through piles of wires and cables, mumbling to himself. Miranda looked
around the room at what would have been a garage sale nightmare. He
had boxes of unidentifiable items piled high along one wall, and his
homemade workbench was filled with gadgets and tools. It was
incredible to her that his "real" workspace was so clean and organized
and his "play" space was such a mess. It was like the difference
between night and day.

"Aha, here it is!" he said, gathering up two little pieces in his
hands and holding them out to her.

"What the hell is it?" she asked, picking one of the pieces up and
studying it. It was about an inch long and maybe half an inch thick.
An outer coating of clear pink, rubbery plastic covered what appeared
to be a silver metal cylinder. She turned it over in her hand to see
that on the other side the plastic was molded into a suction cup. She
looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. "Let me explain." He took it out of her hand. "Okay, say
you feel tension in the back of your neck. You take this little part
and… hmm, stick out your tongue."

"I feel tension in my neck so I should stick out my tongue?"

"No, uhmm, just stick out your tongue."

She shrugged and stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the suction cup
against it.

"Ewww," she gagged, "don’t put that thing in my mouth; I don’t know
where it’s been!"

He moved behind her and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Suddenly she felt something wet and cold on the base of her neck. It
wasn’t heavy; it just felt kind of strange.

"Now," he said, "here is the beauty of this little machine." 

She watched as he turned a dial on a little black box and suddenly her
neck began to vibrate, startling her for a second. He turned the dial
more and looked at her as the vibrations became stronger.

"Mmmm, Matt, that actually feels pretty good."

He handed her the little controller, "Here, you can borrow it. I have
to warn you though, I've noticed that when it's near most kinds of
electronic equipment, like a computer or something, it tends to have a
mind of its own."

Miranda wasn't really listening as she turned the dial up higher and
felt the vibrations run through her body, causing quite a sensation.

She smiled at Matt; "Well, I better get home. Thanks for this thing."

After he closed the door behind her, she heard him doing up all of the
chains and locks. She smiled to herself as she unlocked her door and
entered her own apartment.

~~~

She was reading a budget report when Rob walked into her office and
flopped in one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. She looked
up from her report and smiled at him.

"Hey."

"Hi, gorgeous, how are ya?" he said, smiling as he stretched out in
the chair.

"Fighting a headache still, but otherwise I'm top notch." She smiled
at him, studying his light blue eyes behind his gold-framed glasses.

"Did you take some Aspirin?" he asked.

"Yup, didn't help," she replied, thinking about how much she'd like to
be running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

"Getting lots of sleep?"

"Yup, nothing else happening in my bed," she said, smirking.

He grinned and her heart fluttered. They had been friends for about 6
months now and kind of dating for the past 2 months; the sexual
tension between them was electrifying. Rob had opened his own law firm
7 months previously in the office space directly across the hall from
where she ran her little printing business, and he was always coming
over to make photocopies -- or so he said. He had worked for a large
firm of almost 20 years when he decided to pack it in and go out on
his own. Although he had made partner, it just wasn’t what he saw
himself doing for the rest of his life, so when he turned 40 he
decided to make the change.

Miranda and her assistant, Jessie, had watched Rob move in with great
curiosity, and after all of his things were moved in, they went over
and visited him, telling him that it was a "welcome to the building"
visit, although it was actually a fact-finding mission. They found no
pictures of a wife and kids, and he wasn’t wearing a wedding band.
After further investigation they found out that he was single, so that
made him fair game.

Jessie figured that she should get first dibs at him since she was 37
and now single. She said that, since she was closer to his age, that
that made her the number one candidate. Miranda was 33 and had a much
better chance of "hooking one on the outside", Jessie explained to her
one day. Miranda had only laughed and told her to "go for it",
although she admitted to herself that if Jessie actually succeeded,
she would have been very disappointed.

As it turned out, Jessie did not succeed, and Miranda never bothered
trying. She didn’t have to; she and Rob had hit it off right away. So
far, there had been nothing sexual between them, which definitely
explained the tension.

"Maybe you need to lose at poker again," he smirked, putting his hands
behind his head and looking at her smugly.

Miranda tossed the paper she was holding onto her desk and leaned
over, smiling at him. "I believe I still owe you something from the
game two weeks ago."

"Why, yes, I believe you do, young lady," he said. "And I have a
signed document saying that you'll do anything I tell you to do."

Miranda blinked. "I don't think so, Counselor. I think I'm supposed to
buy you a drink or sleep with you or something."

"No, no... it's true," he said as he pulled his wallet out of his back
pocket and dug around until he pulled out a small piece of paper and
handed to her. Miranda took the paper and unfolded it.

"Read it out loud," Rob suggested.

"Okay, let's see. I, Miranda Robertson, being of sound mind and
utterly sexy body…" She laughed and looked up at him. "Who wrote
this?"

"You dictated and I wrote it since you were mildly inebriated." 

"Oh, that would explain why I don't remember it, huh? Okay, uhmmm,
sound mind and utterly sexy body, do solemnly swear that I shall abide
by the orders given to me by my... are you sure I said all this?"

Rob and nodded and smiled. "Continue, please."

"Sheesh! …given to me by my soon-to-be Master, Robert James, who is
not only of sound mind but one fucking sexy body. I will do as he asks
for the period of 8 hours."

Miranda looked up at Rob who was grinning from ear to ear. "I don't
think this is going to hold up in court. I mean, I was drunk and you
took advantage of my state."

Rob sat up and leaned his elbows on her desk, dropping his chin in his
hands. "I have 4 paid witnesses from said poker game that will swear
you were definitely of sound mind and -- I can add myself -- utterly
sexy body, Miranda."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "What exactly do you have in mind?"

The phone rang and she excused herself to answer it as Rob continued
to stare at her. As much as she wanted to make it look like she was
going to contest that little piece of paper, she was actually excited
about being some sort of a slave to Rob.

"Oh, hi, Matt; what's up?"

"I wanted to know if you still have the device I gave you yesterday
for your headache? I have this cool idea on how to upgrade it."

"Uhmmm, I don't know Matt, let me check my purse."

She put Matt on hold and fetched her purse from where she had tossed
it that morning on a chair. Sitting back down at her desk, she started
pulling its contents out as Rob watched with amusement.

"Does one woman really need that many tubes of lipstick at once?" he
questioned.

Miranda shot him a look and pulled out Matt's device, as he called it.
She picked up the phone and pushed the line. "Yup, I have it right
here with me, Matt. I can drop it off when I get home if you want."

"Thanks, Miranda! I've got this really cool idea. I'm gonna take
the..." Matt's voice trailed off as she stared over at Rob who was
staring back and smiling at her. He pointed to the device and held his
hand out.

"That sounds great Matt... uh, huh..." She dropped both pieces into
Rob's outstretched hand and leaned back in her chair, recrossing her
legs as she closed her eyes. It was no use trying to tell Matt that
she was busy or couldn't talk right now, because he'd just continue
talking anyway.

Rob studied the little black control box and turned the dial. Suddenly
the other piece started to vibrate in his hand; the more he turned the
dial, the more it vibrated. Rob smiled to himself as he set the
controller on Miranda's desk and started walking around the room with
the cylinder held tightly in his palm, vibrating. 

"Matt, I really need to... uh, huh..."

Rob smiled and walked out of Miranda's office to the front door and
then over to Jessie's desk.

"How are ya, Jess?" he asked, squeezing his palm.

Jessie looked up and smiled, "I'd be better if you'd tell me that you
wanted to toss me on the floor and make wild passionate love to me."
Rob laughed and smiled. 

"No, huh?" she said, smiling back at him. "Well, in that case, I think
I'll go out and grab something to eat." She grabbed her purse and
stood up, straightening her long skirt.

"Enjoy," Rob said and moved back, opening the door.

"Trying to get rid of me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not!" he said, trying to put on his best 'shocked
expression'.

Jessie laughed, mumbled 'yah, right' and headed out the door. Rob
watched her as she walked down the hall and into the elevator. He
squeezed his hand tight over the little cylinder as it continued to
vibrate in his hand.


>From inside her office, he could still hear Miranda talking to Matt
>and he smiled. Opening the door, he walked across the hall to his
>small office and sat behind the front desk where, if he had a full
>time secretary, she would sit. The vibrations in his hand hadn't
>lessened any, and that made him grin mischievously. He pulled himself
>out of the chair and headed back across the hall. 

When he had first moved in, it had been hard to get used to the hall
walls being totally made of glass. All of the offices had blinds,
which could easily make them private. At first, Rob left his closed
all the time, but soon he started opening them in the morning and left
them that way. He liked sitting in the outer office and looking across
the hall as Miranda walked around, talking to customers or Jessie.
Sometimes she just paced back and forth when she was thinking, and he
found that the most distracting of all. He'd watch her long legs as
she paced, and then he would slowly scan up her body until his eyes
settled on her beautiful face. She looked very lost when she was
thinking; she completely tuned out the rest of the world and
concentrated, which made it easy for him to stare at her without her
knowing it.

He entered her office and sat back down in the chair across from her
desk. Picking up the controller, he spun the dial until the vibrations
stopped.

"That really sounds perfect, Matt, but, honey, I really need to go; a
customer just came in and needs to be serviced."

Rob stifled a laugh as Miranda looked at him and grinned. "Okay, I'll
see you when I get home. Bye, Matt." She hung up the phone and rubbed
her ear. "That boy goes from one extreme to another. One day you have
to force him to talk, and then next day you're looking for the duct
tape for his mouth."

Rob laughed and smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair and
openly studied her face.

"What?" she asked.

"I thought you were going to service me," he said. "I mean, it would
be a shame to lie, especially to Matt."

"And just how may I be of service to you, Counselor?" she asked,
leaning over her desk.

"Well, Missy, you can start by paying off this debt that you owe me. I
mean, it's been a couple of weeks now and your account is still
outstanding. I'd hate to have to take legal action against you."

Miranda frowned. "Gee, I'd hate to get that kind of a reputation. You
know, as someone who doesn't pay up. Plus, I don't know any really
good lawyers."

Rob nodded in agreement, ignoring her last comment. "So are you going
to pay up, or what?"

"Depends on the price," she said, her blue eyes shining at him.

"What is this thing?" he asked, pointing to the device.

"Ahhh, well, that is one of Matt's infamous inventions. He gave it to
me last night for my headache." Rob gave her a quizzical look and she
continued. "There is a little suction cup on one side of the pink
thing, and you lick it and stick it to wherever ails you, and then
turn on the controller and the pain goes away after being vibrated out
of your body. I highly recommend it."

"Vibration can be a good thing," Rob said, smiling innocently.

"Depends on how charged your batteries are," Miranda shot back,
smiling broadly at him.

"Oh, Baby, you know my batteries are included, therefore the Energizer
Bunny has nothing on me." He picked up the piece of paper off her
desk. "Actually this states that you'll do anything I tell you to do;
there are no conditions save running naked down the street and
screaming "take me", which I won't have you do for the simple fact
that I don't want you offering yourself to anyone but me."

She laughed, "What do you have in mind then?"

"You have to do whatever I ask, correct?"

"Within reason, I will."

Rob smiled. "Oh, I think this is very reasonable, Miranda, and the
best part is that you really don't have to do anything after the
initial setup."

She raised a brow and wondered just what the hell he was talking
about. He sat up in his chair and picked up the little cylinder off
her desk and held it out to her. She took it and looked at him,
confused.

"And?" she asked.

Rob took the controller and sat back in his chair, putting his hands
behind his head and grinning at her.

"That's your half and this is mine," he said, showing her the
controller.

"And?" she questioned, feeling kind of slow for not getting what he
was talking about.

"And you're going to wear that part," he said.

"Wear it? Wear it where? I think..." Her mind popped into pervert
mode. He couldn't possibly mean… no. She looked over at him and
didn't say a word. If what she was thinking was correct, she wanted to
hear him say it.

"Where?"

"Yes, Robert; where am I to wear this?" she whispered.

He moved forward and leaned on the edge of her desk, looking her
directly in the eye. "You're going to take that little device and slip
it into your panties. But it's not just going to ‘sit’ there. You're
going to slide it between your pussy lips and place it against your
clit." 

Miranda blinked and squeezed her thighs together at the thought. Rob
had never been so forward with her before; she'd never even heard him
swear. This was definitely a turn-on. He continued, "And then you're
going to do whatever it is that you had planned to do today."

Miranda looked at him and blinked. It wasn't what he was saying that
shocked her; it was that it was Rob who was saying it to her. Up until
this point in time they had tossed a lot of sexual innuendoes back and
forth, but this was an entirely new ballgame. 

"That's it?" she asked. It seemed a little too easy.

"Yup, that's it," Rob said, smiling at her.

"Okay, well, I'll just pop down to the ladies room and do it so we can
continue on with our day."

Rob shook his head. "I don't think so; I'm going to need some proof
that you've actually placed it where I've requested."

"Proof, huh?" she said. She could feel her body getting warm at the
thought of his hands all over her body. "What kind of proof?"

"The ‘seeing is believing’ kind of proof. After all, I am a lawyer."

Miranda leaned over her desk and studied his handsome face. "Has it
occurred to you, Counselor, that we haven't even really even kissed
before -- I mean a passionate-make-me-melt kiss -- and now you want a
viewing of my naked body?"

Rob stood up and walked around her desk. Reaching down, he grabbed the
arms of her chair and gave it a half-spin until she was facing him.
Leaning down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips
softly. He inhaled her sweet fragrance as his lips pressed harder
against hers. Miranda tilted her head back, running her tongue between
his lips, feeling the heat of his hands against her face. Rob opened
his mouth, slipping his tongue between her lips, their tongues meeting
and stroking each other as their lips mashed together. Miranda moaned
against his mouth and Rob pulled away, turned her chair back and then
returned back to where he was sitting before.

"Consider yourself officially kissed," he said, trying not to smile at
the stunned look on her face. 

She looked down at the cylinder and then at Rob, "You're serious,
aren't you?"

"Very."

Miranda looked around. Was she really about to do this? Which panties
did she wear today? Rob was staring at her, his eyes burning her skin,
and she could still feel the heat of his kiss against her lips.

"Shall I close the blinds and lock the door?" He stood up and smiled.

"Where's Jessie?" she whispered.

"She went out for lunch about half and hour ago," Rob whispered back,
completely amused.

"Just close my door then. Jessie will get suspicious if she comes back
and the front door is locked."

"This'll only take a minute, Miranda, and you know that Jessie could
never do a half-hour lunch break. We'll be lucky if she's back in an
hour." 

Rob looked out into the outer office and then closed the door. He
turned and looked at one uncomfortable-looking Miranda. There was
something about her that almost made you want to put her into a
position like this. She was a very strong-willed person who you just
wanted to see taking orders for a change. He smiled softly at her. Of
course, had she said that she wouldn't do it -- had she really not
wanted to do it -- he would have known and dropped the idea.

"I'm not sure how to go about this," she said honestly. She could feel
herself getting wet just at the thought of doing this -- the thought
of Rob that close to her.

"Let's see," he pretended to ponder the situation. "How about hiking
up that skirt and sitting up on your desk? I can work around your
panties."

She took a deep breath and moved to the front of her desk. She knew
why he was doing this. He had mentioned several times before about her
need to always be in control and, admittedly, it was true. He wanted
to see how she fared on the other side of the tracks.

Rob sat back down in the chair and she stood in front of him, taking
the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling it up over her hips. She
watched him watching her hem rise and thought she'd be seeing his
pants doing the same soon. He was mesmerized as the material slowly
moved up her thighs. She had gorgeous legs and her thighs were shapely
and firm. Miranda pulled the skirt up around her waist, watching Rob's
face as she uncovered her little black sheer panties. She knew that he
would be seeing that she had no pubic hair, and she wondered what he
would think of that. She could feel her pussy slowly dripping and
wetting the crotch of her panties. One rub of her clit and she was
thought she would probably cum on the spot.

"Oh, right," she said, "I'm supposed to be sitting on my desk."
Slowly, she backed herself against the desk and sat up on it,
spreading her knees wide apart. There was something about the
situation that was so sexy -- so dangerous -- so very sensuous. 

Rob was staring at her panties, feeling his cock twitching in his
briefs. He wasn't even sure he could move. Through the sheerness of
her panties he could see her bare pussy lips, and now he couldn't take
his eyes off them. He fought the urge to move the material aside and
slide his tongue up between those glossy lips. He could see what the
situation was doing to her by the wetness shining through her panties.

"Rob?"

"God, you're beautiful, Miranda," he said without thinking about what
he was saying.

"Thanks, but Rob, I have a meeting in 15 minutes, and I'd prefer that
Mr. Patterson not see my on my desk with my legs spread. He's hard
enough to fend off when I'm fully dressed."

Rob broke out of his trance and pulled his chair over between her
legs. With a slightly shaking hand, he picked up the cylinder off the
desk and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. He looked up and
her and smiled, melting when she smiled so innocently back at him.

"I guess I have to wet this, huh?"

"Check again Mr. James, I believe the point of contact is already wet
enough."

Rob decided to take her up on that offer and check. He hooked his
finger around the side of the crotch of her panties and pulled the
thin material over to the side. He caught his breath and his mouth
felt dry. His cock was doing flips inside of his pants, and he tried
to ignore its pleas for release. Very lightly, he ran his finger down
between her lips and his finger moved between them very easily. She
was right; she was definitely wet enough. He pushed his finger in
deeper, slipping it up until the pad of his finger touched her clit
and he felt her body tremble.

Miranda leaned back on her hands, tilted her head back and closed her
eyes. How embarrassing would it be to cum from a single touch? His
finger slid up and down slowly, ever so gently. A faint moan escaped
her lips as she felt him spread her lips apart and press the cylinder
between them.

Rob pressed the suction cup side against her clit and then released
her lips. The cylinder stuck out a little and looked like a swollen
clit sticking out. His cock was throbbing in his pants and screaming
to get out as he moved her panties back over her pussy and covered it
up. He pushed his chair back and watched as Miranda slid off her desk
and pulled her skirt back down, swaying her hips back and forth.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

"Well, it's going to take a little while to get used to," she said as
she tested walking around. Her panties were tight against her pussy
and would probably hold the cylinder in place -- or at least she hoped
they would. It might be kind of hard to explain something like that
dropping out of her skirt. She walked around her desk and felt it
rubbing against her clit.

After sitting down, she crossed her legs and pulled herself up under
her desk. Looking at Rob, she smiled as she watched him wiggle around
in his chair. She could see the effect that she had had on him.

"You realize that I'm going to have a hundred silent orgasms today,"
she said.

"Oh, Miranda, don't make them all silent, please." His face looked
very serious as he stood up and leaned over her desk. "I want at least
the last 10 to be very loud and in my ear." He leaned over further and
kissed her softly before standing up and walking over to the door.
After unlocking it, he swung it open and then turned back to her, "At
least 10," he repeated before he walked out, smiling to himself.

Jessie surprised him as she walked in the door just as he was about to
leave. He grinned at her and slipped out the door with his hand in his
pocket, slowly rubbing the little controller with his thumb.

~~

"These are very good, Mike, but let me suggest this." Miranda quickly
took a copy of his sketch and made a few changes to his very rough
work. She liked it when clients showed her what they wanted, but she
had to be very careful not to step on their feelings when she changed
it all around. They sat in the outer office at a big round table so
they could spread all of the artwork around and not have to worry
about losing any of it on Miranda's desk. She crossed her legs and
leaned against the table.

Rob looked up from his file. Miranda was drawing out something; her
pencil was flying across a piece of paper as the guy sitting across
from her appeared to be trying to look down her blouse. He smiled; it
was time.

>From his pocket he removed the controller and held it in the palm of
>his hand. Pressing his thumb against the dial, he started to turn it
>slowly. His eyes never left her as he continued to move the dial,
>very slowly. He could tell the precise second that it connected,
>because she jumped and then tried to collect herself. Rob smiled; it
>was going to be a very good day.

"Something wrong?" Mike Patterson asked, staring at Miranda and
wondering why she had jumped. She had moved and ruined his view of the
tops of her breasts.

"No, I'm fine -- just a sharp pain in my side. I guess I ate lunch too
fast." She smiled at him to reassure him that she was indeed fine,
when she really wasn't. The cylinder was vibrating hard against her
clit, making her want to pull up her skirt and drive two fingers into
her pussy and finger fuck herself into one mind-blowing orgasm.
Instead she tightened her thighs and went back to work. She knew Rob
was watching her from his office and decided that if she ignored the
divine vibrations that were seeping into her body that maybe he would
give up and turn it off. Seconds later it stopped and she grinned.

"Okay, let's see how this looks." Miranda picked up the paper she had
been working with and went over to the copier and made a copy of it
and handed it to Mike. She leaned over the desk beside him and pointed
out why she made certain changes. Just as she was about to stand up
again, Rob turned the dial to full power and she felt her knees go
weak and she let out a loud moan.

Mike jumped out of his chair and Jesse came running over to her.

"Are you okay?" Jesse asked, rubbing her back.

The vibrations shot through her body and she bent over, holding the
table for support. As her legs weakened, she squeezed her thighs
together and tried to fight her pending orgasm. The vibrations stopped
and then started again; over and over, faster and faster, Rob turned
the dial off and on quickly.

"Oh, God!" Miranda whispered.

"Miranda, are you okay? Do you need..." Jessie's voice trailed off as
Miranda squeezed her eyes shut tight and her body began to shake
uncontrollably. The wave washed through her body, and when she tried
to stand back up, her head started to spin. Mike helped her sit down
as Jessie ran to the water cooler and got her a drink. She handed the
paper cup to Miranda and studied her face carefully.

"What's up with you? What did you have for lunch?"

Miranda ignored Jessie and Mike and glanced across the hall to see Rob
sitting behind the front desk, studying the papers on the desk in
front of him. She could see him grinning and wanted to go over there
and wipe that grin off his face. He was going to pay for that one.

"I'm fine," she said, returning her attention to the two concerned
faces looking at her. Mike was looking at her kind of strangely and
she was afraid to ask him why. Could he tell that she just came?

"Okay, let's try this again, Mike. I suggest that we move this smaller
text down to the bottom of the card and..." The vibrations started
again and her head began to spin.

"And what?"

"And..." 

The vibrations stopped and then started again harder. The cylinder
pounded against her pussy, sending sensations to every nerve ending in
her body.

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" she asked Mike. He nodded and she
stood up and walked slowly into her office, closing the door behind
her. Sitting behind her desk, she picked up her phone and dialed a
number.

"Are we having fun?" she hissed before he could say anything.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly am. Actually, by the
look on your face a few minutes ago, you were definitely having fun."

"Rob, I can't think when you turn that thing on."

"Like this?" He turned the dial and Miranda moaned loudly over the
phone. Rob felt his cock twitching again and moved his hand down over
it and started to rub it under the desk.

"Stop that!" she hissed as she leaned back in her chair and spread her
legs. She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her fingers against her
drenched panties.

"Was it a good orgasm, Miranda?" he asked softly.

"There's such a thing as a bad one?"

Rob laughed; she had a point there. "What are you doing over there?
Your breathing is a little ragged."

"If you must know, I'm sitting in my chair with my legs spread and I'm
rubbing my pussy."

"Mmmmm," he whispered, "Now move the material over and push a finger
into your wet pussy, Baby." He shifted around in his chair and wished
he had closed the blinds.

Miranda moved the crotch over and slipped one finger between her lips
and pressed it inside. She moaned as her finger entered.

"Now another one," Rob whispered from the other end of the phone.

Miranda shoved another finger into her pussy and felt it contract
around them. She pressed her thumb against the cylinder as her fingers
moved deeper into her wetness.

"Now fuck yourself, Miranda."

"Oh, God," she moaned as she started pumping her fingers in and out of
her pussy. She moaned and fucked herself faster and harder, moaning
and whimpering into the phone as Rob whispered into her ear, listening
to her breathing speed up.

"Cum for me, Miranda. Cum for me, Baby." The sounds of her moans and
whimpers were driving him insane. He was starting to wonder how good
of an idea this was exactly. His desire to drive her over the brink
was backfiring as he could barely hold himself back from cumming with
her.

"Oh!" Miranda moaned and then the phone dropped onto the floor. She
leaned further in her chair, spreading her legs farther apart and
driving her fingers into her cunt so hard she could hear the sounds of
her fingers slapping against her pussy. "Oh, God..." she moaned as her
pussy muscles tightened around her fingers, and she bit her lip as her
body started to shake. Her moans were picked up fine by the phone, and
Rob rubbed his cock harder through his pants, his eyes closed as he
imagined her cumming. He shook himself out of his dreamy state as he
heard her pick up the phone, panting slightly.

"I have to get back out there," she whispered and hung up the phone
before he could answer.

She walked out the door, hoping that they didn't hear her in there.
Jessie raised an eyebrow and went back to her desk. Mike was standing,
holding his briefcase in his hand.

"We'll go with what you mapped out, Miranda," he said, smiling at her.
"I'll just be going now. I think maybe you should go home and get some
rest; you look a little flushed."

"I'm sorry, Mike. I think you're right. Maybe I've caught the flu or
something." As she talked to him, she looked over at Rob who grinned
and waved at her. After Mike left, she looked over at Jessie.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, Miranda. Nothing at all."

"Oh, come on, Jessie. You've got something on your mind, so speak!"

Jessie spun around in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You had sex with Rob, didn't you? You've got that ‘just fucked’
look all over your face."

"I did not have sex with Rob!"

Jessie narrowed her eyes. "Then why do you look like that?"

"I don't look like anything! You have a very overactive imagination.
Now I'm going back to work, and you should do the same." Miranda
turned on her heel and walked back into her office, sitting in her
chair and staring at the wall. She sighed and flicked on her computer.
As the system booted up, the cylinder started to vibrate again.

"You just don't give up, do you?" she said to Rob, who was nowhere
around.

She logged in and started working on a project that was almost due,
the cylinder vibrating happily between her pussy lips. She shifted in
her chair, fighting the urge to hike her skirt up again.

"You busy?"

[continued - part 2 of 2]

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