I went home with the lush vibrator in my bag. When my boyfriend went to sleep I pulled it out for inspection, plugging it in to let it charge and read the instructions.

I downloaded the app and saw it was already connected to an account named “BeGood”. My mind raced as to who it could be. My crush at work Brad, the overweight and gross George or could it be someone else? Unfortunately my recent actions at work left some options on the table. I had concerns about wearing it but decided I would just take it out if it got too much.

The next morning I put on a skirt, sweater and shoes, heading to work. When I arrived I immediately went into the bathroom and closed the stall. I was already horny and my pussy was ready. I pulled it out of my bag and gently pushed it inside myself. It took a moment to get inside but then it felt incredibly comfortable. I stood up and it was almost like it wasn’t there. The tail of it jutted out a little bit but with the skirt it wasn’t a problem.

I turned it on.

Finally I pulled out the second item, my plug. I spit in my hand, lubed up my ass and very slowly pushed the plug past any resistance until it slipped inside me. I felt full, but good.

Then I returned to work. Nothing happened for the first hour. Then I went to set. I needed to fill in and watch an actor while someone ran to the restroom so I went to set and stood by while they filmed. Then I would be back at the office for meetings.

The lush suddenly turned on. A low vibration. Steady. My cheeks flushed. With the plug in also I could already tell it was going to be a lot. The pattern changed, becoming a regular pulse. I felt my breathing change. The minutes stretched by.

The vibrating was louder then I thought, but not super noticeable outside.

They cut on set.

The lush stopped.

Then asked for last looks because they were going again right away. That was me. I went in with hair and make up to the actor I was covering, a tall, slightly overweight black man. I introduced myself and said I was covering for the other costumer and he pointed out that his drawstring for his basketball shorts had gone back into the hole.

I quickly squatted in front of him, using a safety pin to hook the string. The lush started again.

My heart fluttered. It was stronger now. And faster. I took a deep breath to try and focus. The pulses continued. I started sweating, trying to control my breathing. I swore the actor would be able to hear the vibrating under all the talking people around us. It got even stronger.

I couldn’t believe it. It felt like I was going to cum. I almost had the drawstring out.

Suddenly I slipped, dropping to my knee. The actor panicked at me falling, half heartedly reaching out to help…which meant his large hand just landed on the back of my head. I was already at crotch level. Plus his strong hand on my head. Plus the vibrations. Plus the plug. Plus knowing whoever was running the lush was somewhere watching this all happen…it was too much.

The drawstring was out. I unclipped the safety pin and literally sprinted off the set, my orgasm reaching the final point…when the lush stopped.

I stopped running, breathing heavily.

Weird.

I went into the bathroom to collect myself. I sat with my head in my hands. I was a professional. My job matters to me. Why was I doing this and putting my job at risk?

My email dinged. It was from a fake email address with letters and numbers.

“Was that too much?” It asked.

I thought for a long moment. Then wrote back.

“No”.

I went back to work.