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I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must have left mine at home.”It was Caitlin, one of the managers who worked across the room from me. She wasn’t exactly my boss, but as the “new girl” in the office I often ended up helping her out with random stuff that needed doing in a hurry. She was usually good for a laugh, but at the moment she did look a bit under the weather.“Sure, I’ve got some in my bag somewhere.”“Thanks, you’re a star. You always seem to have everything in that posh bag of yours.”I plumped my Mulberry handbag on the desk (a present from my dad when I got my new job) and began to rootle through it. It is a bit big, and I do tend to stuff all sorts of junk into it, which can be useful, but it’s not always easy to find things when I need them. I probably should look after it a bit better too, but what’s the point of a bag if you don’t use it?Delving deeper, I pushed some McDonald’s tissues out of the way, and to my horror saw something unexpected looking up at me; my bright red Lelo Mona vibrator.”Oh fuck-a-doodle-doo,” I thought. “So that’s where it was.” I don’t always carry a sex toy in my bag, but I’d taken it with me when I stayed over with my boyfriend a couple of nights before (he loves to watch me use it), and forgotten to put it back in my bedside drawer. Quickly, I buried it under the tissues again, but I could tell that I was blushing like a ripe tomato.At last I found the pack of Nurofen, and handed it over to Caitlin.“Here, you might as well keep the box, I think there’s only a couple left,” I gabbled incoherently.“No there aren’t, it’s almost full,” she said. She was trying hard to suppress a grin, so I knew damn well that she had seen my Lelo, and was enjoying my embarrassment. She took a couple, seeming to take hours over it, and gave me back the packet with a wink.For the next hour, I kept my head down, but I couldn’t concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. Caitlin was a terrible gossip, and I could just see her telling someone what had happened.“You istanbul travesti know that new girl, Annie? The one who always looks as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth? Guess what she had in her bag – a bloody vibrator! And a posh one too! Now we know what she’s doing when she pops out to the loo all the time.”It would be all round the office in no time, and I’d probably get sex toys from absolutely bloody everyone in the Secret Santa at the Christmas party.Later that afternoon, I was in the tea-bay washing my mug, when suddenly there was Caitlin, getting a cup of water. I decided I couldn’t exactly ignore her, so I just asked how her head was feeling.“Much better, thanks, your tablets were just the job,” she said. Then she lowered her voice and leant closer. “And hey, don’t worry, I won’t say anything about what I saw in your bag. I know people say I’m a gossip, but I wouldn’t embarrass you like that.”She blushed herself, as if she wasn’t sure how I’d take it.“It was a Lelo, wasn’t it?” she went on. “I’ve looked at them online, and I’ve always wanted one, but they just seem a bit expensive. But the reviews and everything say they’re just about the best you can get.”I guess I was a bit embarrassed at the fact that she was talking about it so openly, but I started gabbling again.“Oh God yes, it’s amazing, I love it, but I didn’t actually buy it myself. It was actually a prize in a competition. I’ve actually won two…”I ground to a halt, ashamed by all the “actuallys” as much as anything else.Caitlin raised an eyebrow.“Wow! What sort of competitions do you enter?” she asked. “I usually just win some Revlon make-up or a Marks like the smelly bath things, but not as clean.”“So if I Google `Lush Stories` I’ll find it?” she asked. “I might have a look this evening. And hey, what do you call yourself there? I really want to read some of these stories of yours.”For one moment, I thought about saying “Sprite” or “Abigail Thornton”, but just in time I thought better of it. It would be bad enough Caitlin getting an insight into my own dirty fantasies, without thinking I had minds like theirs, however good the writing was.“Naughtyannie,” I admitted, “all one word.”Caitlin smiled. “I’m defo going to have a look tonight,” she said. “See you tomorrow, Naughty Annie.”I bit my lip once she’d gone. What would she think of me? I did have one brainwave; quickly I logged onto Lush using my phone, and changed the istanbul travesti settings on my personal photo gallery to “Friends only.” At least then she wouldn’t see the old photos of me that my boyfriend took a few years ago. I wondered about changing my profile pic too, but at least I had my hands over my tits in that. It was a bit cheeky, I suppose, but it wasn’t as if I was showing off my tummy covered in cum, or smiling coyly with my bare boobs fully on show. That would have been a step too far.………………………………….In the end, circumstances meant that I didn’t see Caitlin again for nearly a week. Her boss suddenly went sick and she got roped in to go to a conference in Belfast for two days. Then I had a couple of days leave, and it wasn’t until the following Wednesday that we were in the office together. I had to go to a meeting that she was chairing, and all the way through she kept trying to avoid catching my eye. I was a bit worried by this; perhaps now she’s found out what a dirty girl I was, she was going to give me a good telling-off. Then at the end, she closed the meeting by asking me to stay behind and help her clear up the room. As the last person left, she shut the door, and I saw her discreetly turn the key in the lock. She turned to me, and was relieved to see that she was smiling.“Well, you certainly are a naughty Annie,” she began, getting straight to the point.I gave a nervous grin.“So you had a look at my Lush stuff then? I hope you enjoyed whatever it was you read,” I said.“You bet! And what a lot there was. I expected a couple of stories, but there must have been dozens.”“I’m not actually sure how many exactly,” I admitted, “but it is over fifty. I’ve been writing for a few years now”“The first time, I didn’t have time to read more than a couple. Especially since I ended up…you know, shutting the door while I was reading. But I’ve been back every evening since.”Even she blushed when she said that. It was my turn to smile.“Well, that’s the idea,” I said. “I like to think that people have as much fun reading them as I did writing them.”“Which ones exactly did you look at?” I asked.“I enjoyed your funny poem, about the pirates.”“Oh, that was just a joke,” I said, “It didn’t take me long to write.”“Well, I liked it,” she insisted. “Then I read `Alfresco Fucking` or whatever it was called and that was really naughty; especially with the boys fucking each other; I wasn’t expecting that, istanbul travesti but it was hot. But the one I really loved was the `Schoolgirls Dares` one.”“Did you like the bit with the lolly?” I asked. “That really got me turned on when I wrote it.”“Oh God, yes, especially when she stuck it up inside herself, and all the melted juices ran out. Annie, you are so filthy.”“I was thinking about it all the next day while I was away in Belfast,” she continued. “After dinner in the evening, I made an excuse about having a headache, and went back to my hotel room to look at Lush Stories again on my laptop. I read a couple more of your stories, then I looked at some of the other stuff. I found their store, and looked at the stuff they had, and found the Lelo vibrators. And I was so turned on, I thought sod the cost, and ordered one. And they must be really efficient, because it arrived on Monday – I couldn’t believe it!”“Which one did you get?” I asked.“The Gigi. Do you want to see?”For a moment I assumed she was going to show me a picture, but she opened her bag, and pulled it out!She handed it to me.“Don’t worry, I’ve given it a good wipe,” she said.“I don’t mind,” I said. I knew about the Gigi; it had a weird-looking bulging head that was specially designed to stimulate the g-spot. I pushed the “on” buttons, and it leapt to life, buzzing gently just like my Mona. I rubbed it down my arm, then felt bolder, and stroked my neck, then let it slip down the front of my blouse and touch the edge of my bra. Then I thought, let’s go for it, and slid it inside my bra cup, over the smooth bulge of my breast, until it reached my nipple. As soon as the vibrating tip touched the little bud, it sprang to life, going from a soft jelly to a hard pebble in an instant.“Phew,” I sighed, and gave a quick little grin. “It certainly seems to work.”“Let me try,” said Caitlin, and I handed it over, assuming she was going to give herself a little buzz as well. But instead she ran it down my arm as I’d done, and then stroked the side of my leg with it, just below the hem of my skirt, which reached to just above my knees. I gave a little shiver of pleasure.She pulled it away, as if worried that she’d gone too far.“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “It’s nice.”She nodded, and tentatively edged the vibrator under the hem of my skirt and tickled further up my thigh. To help her, I gripped my skirt and pulled it up, exposing more of my bare upper thighs. Caitlin licked her lips, which seemed to have gone dry all of a sudden, and rolled the vibrator across my thigh, then up between my legs. I pulled my skirt higher, right up over my pelvis, exposing a pair of pale yellow Marks and Spencer’s knickers. A few wisps of my neatly trimmed dark bush hung over the top.