In the office

She keeps the office cool and quiet. Eve likes it that way. She’s strict about deadlines, stricter about noise, yet when the last intern leaves and the door clicks shut, she lifts her pencil skirt without ceremony. She pushes the thong down to her knees, spreads her thighs over the leather chair, and reaches for the silver plug resting in the top drawer. A small smile touches her lips as she coats it with lube, then leans forward until her cheek meets the cool desk surface. She presses the tapered tip against her ass, exhales, and eases it inside. The stretch draws a soft sound from her throat. Her fingers slip between her legs next, rubbing the wet seam of her cunt in slow circles while the plug sits snug. Every deliberate thrust of her wrist sends a tremor through her hips. She stays bent, blouse still buttoned, skirt bunched at her waist, lost in the private rhythm she allows herself once the hallway empties.