Marisol's mind raced. She was at a work dinner not a sex club. What was Xiao talking about "go again right now" What could that mean? When Marisol emerged from the stall, Xiao commanded "Take off your panties and spread your legs." Marisol did as asked and Xiao threw her panties in the trash. She unscrewed the lid from a small container and scooped out a clear shiny substance. Reaching under Marisol's skirt she spread the gel over the mouth of her already damp cunt and tight asshole. Then she said "Bend over and pull up your skirt." Marisol leaned over the bathroom counter and Xiao pushed a small black elliptical object into her slippery pussy. When Marisol's swollen and flushed cunt lips closed around the thing Xiao slid first one finger and then two into her asshole. She fucked in and out while fingering Marisol's very swollen clit. It felt amazing and Marisol's hips began to twitch and hump but Xiao pulled back and slapped her bare ass hard. She removed a small bottle that looked like perfume from her pocket, held it in from Marisol's face and sprayed an odorless mist. "Breathe deeply, this is gonna give you some wild ideas." She winked and said, "I have to get back to the floor. See you upstairs." And with that, Xiao turned on her heel and left the bathroom.
Marisol pulled her skirt down, got her large breasts settled back in her bra and tidied her hair. She took a deep breath, checked herself out in the mirror and said "Okay here we go." She held onto the worn railing as she climbed the stairs, hyper-aware of the object in her now naked pussy.
As she sat down her boss said "I was just telling the guys, this place got a great review but it's like, really authentic so I don't really know what to order. Maybe that cute hostess can help us." Out of the corner of her eye Marisol saw Xiao at a server station polishing a wine glass while staring at her devilishly. Marisol looked down at the table wondering what was in the mist Xiao had sprayed... and as she did her mind left her body. She saw herself, arms tied behind her back, thighs strapped down on a saddle-like stool, impaled on a large dildo. The whole thing vibrated furiously. Xiao stood in front of her in a kinky schoolgirl outfit, flogger in her hand. The vision pulled back... they were in the middle of this restaurant! Xiao smashed the top of her breasts with the flogger and the machine bucked under her as whole room watched. Marisol gasped in horror at the thought of being so exposed and she imagined her body careening toward a very public orgasm.
"Hi I'm Amadou, may I take your order?" Marisol was shocked out of her reverie by the server's deep baritone. Amadou was a tall handsome African man. He wore a tight black t-shirt stretched over a muscular chest and had piercing eyes, large rounded shoulders, a bubble butt and long legs. Marisol imagined what he looked like nude and thought he must have a huuuuge cock. Suddenly the object in her pussy came alive and began to purr. She gasped. Amadou turned to her and said "Maam may I answer any questions about the menu?"
Her boss jumped in, "I got it Marisol. Amadou will you help me order for the table. We're sharing everything, let's start with... " as her boss and Amadou put an order together Marisol's mind raced. She imagined she was on her knees backed against a wall, topless while the big African man forcefully stroked his cock into her mouth. She shook her head trying to clear her mind while the vibration in her pussy intensified. Another image popped up. This time Amadou pounded into her doggystyle, her heavy breasts swayed and her ass rippled. His big long-fingered hand gripped and slapped her meaty ass. Again she shook her head, this time looking up at him helplessly, desperate to interrupt the fantasy "Can I ummm, please have another glass of wine." He nodded. She could feel wetness gathering in her pussy and worried there was a puddle forming beneath her on the chair. She wondered if he could smell the musk emanating from her pussy.
"Marisol how does that order sound? Did I miss anything?" her boss asked. She was dragged back to the table. She'd heard nothing her boss had said.
"Ummm, yeah sure. Sounds good. I'm ummmm starving, can't wait to uhhhh, eat." Amadou smiled and left. The order taken, the guys started talking about golf.
Meanwhile the device continued to work on Marisol's defenseless pussy. Xiao appeared at a neighboring table. She was helping the customers with a bottle of wine. Marisol watched her small hands nimbly remove the cork. Suddenly Marisol imagined she was on a big lush bed with her arms fastened to headboard with leather cuffs. Xiao knelt between her spread legs, her pierced nipples hard as pebbles. Xiao poured a generous amount of lubricant over her tiny hand and rubbed her knuckled fist over Marisol's gaped opening. Her boss interrupted the fantasy: "Marisol why don't you tell them about the Chrystie Street project." Marisol groaned inwardly. Xiao was about to penetrate her hungry pussy with her small fist. She did her best to regain her composure. She and her boss were here to sell these guys and she had to do her part. This moment was why her boss asked her to come to the dinner. He was good at managing investors but the nuts and bolts of the deals- the stuff she did in the company-were elusive to him.
"355 Christie is a great opportunity. By diversifying the income stream through mixed-use functionality, we'll enhance the... " Xiao was back at the server station again with that look on her face. Marisol watched as she tapped and swiped on her phone and suddenly the thing inside her swelled and began to throb. "guuuuhhhhh... ". She tried to cough to cover her moan. "the asset's value while mitigating the..." the toy's action inside of her was driving her crazy "the asset's inherent ummmmmmmm value mitigates the ahhhhhhhhh risk of the investement". She thought that the guys must know something weird was going on but she pressed on: "Our pro forma indicates a robust IRR ahhhhhhhh, positioning the uhhhhhhhh development as a high-demand investment... " the throbbing increased and Marisol felt wetness seeping out of her vagina "that capitalizes on the ummmmmm area's growth potential."
Luckily for Marisol at this point the guys were each three martinis in and didn't notice her inability to focus. One of the investors said "Thanks Marisol, sounds great. I'd love to see the prospectus. We're very interested. Marisol smiled and nodded. The throbbing faded to a faint buzz. But then the thing brgain to change shape. It thickened and elongated so her whole pussy felt stuffed. The guy who thanked her came into focus. He was a boring white guy but actually he was handsome. So was the guy sitting next to him. Down the rabbit hole she went. This time she imagined she was on all fours wedged into the banquette. One of the investors fucked her deep the ass while another invaded her mouth. The fantasy fast-forwarded to the a thick white cock spewing cum all over her face while the guy behind her savagely fucked her pussy. In real life the toy ramped up again. She could feel the lips of her pussy vibrating against the leather upholstered seat of her chair. Her cheeks burned. She had to get out of there before she had a full-blown orgasm in front of her boss and their clients!
"Sorry I have to go to the bathroom again." The guys hardly noticed as Marisol excused herself. She teetered back down the stairs, the giant thing buzzing inside of her. Xiao waited at the bottom of the stairs. She opened a storeroom door and shoved Marisol in. Marisol leaned on some boxes and frigged herself furiously until she heard a man clear his throat. Aghast, she turned and there was Amadou. Shame mingled with optimism as looked at him pleadingly. He smiled ever so slightly and nodded. She looked down at her guilty hands and turned to Xiao, eyes wild. This was supposed to be a boring business dinner and instead she was in a storeroom masturbating in front of a sexy Chinese dominatrix and a handsome African server.
