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Mon could feel the tension slowly building inside. With every sharp intake of breath she took, with every shift in her seat, she was acutely aware of the pink silicone toy that safely tucked inside of her. She tried to focus on the playful bickering between P’Nop and P’Noi but it was impossible when her mind kept flickering back to earlier this morning when Khun Sam drop to her knees, long eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she stared up at Mon with the periwinkle colored item delicately clutched between her teeth.
She thought Sam was joking when she pulled out a sleak black box last week with the words remote control vibrator written in looped cursive on the front. She had presented it to Mon like a cat who brought back it’s prey, a self-satisfied smile on her faces, dimples and all, as she thrusted it at Mon, eyes silently saying what her mouth failed to do.
It’s not like Mon was against the idea. She was quite agreeable in fact. No, what she was surprised by what Khun Sam agreed to.
Though, Mon supposed she shouldn’t be so surprised by her girlfriends enthusiasm. Early on when their relationship was still murky, Khun Sam had perched on her knees and yelped like a dog just because Mon asked her too. Of course she would go out and buy a matching vibrator in black just because Mon suggested that they both wear one—at the same time. Just to level the playfield and to make them both equal.
Still, it caught Mon by surprise that Sam wanted to do it today of all days. Didn’t she have an important meeting today? How long did she rule the company with an iron clad fist on issues like dating? But here she was: making herself utterly submissive to Mon; but then again, maybe she thought that the younger wan would play it easy on her.
Khun Sam’s assumption was correct. The whole day Mon did not bother to open the app or even think about turning the virtual dial all the way up.
Clearly Khun Sam did not share the same qualms because it seemed like every hour on the dot, Mon was racked with this intense feeling in the pit of her stomach that would build and build until she was squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could and clutching onto her desk for dear life.
In an attempt to silence the groan that rising deep within her throat, Mon grinds her teeth together and closes her eyes, counting to twenty in her head before popping them open. It did nothing to help focus her vision or make her pay attention to the conversation that was occurring in front of her, in fact it just made everything more hazy.
Every time she takes her mind off the vibrating sensation she begins to feel this shiver pass through her body from having something heavy and foreign inside for that long.
Mon thought she was going to burst at the seams when Sam yanked her underwear and skirt down down, teasingly brushed her thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her knees nearly gave out as Sam worked Mon open, using her wetness to gently ease the vibrator in. Sam even had the audacity to press a tender kiss on Mon’s thigh that was already marred with pink from all the nips and bites that were placed the previous night before. The vibrator pulsed inside her despite the fact that it was still of. But it was the pressure of the ribbed end against Mon’s clit that had her biting down on her lip hard enough that she swore she could taste metallic.
And then… god. Sam stood up and took Mon’s hand so that she could kiss it. With her lips still against knuckles, Sam whispered that she too had a matching toy inside. That it’s been there the whole time they were standing next to each other going through their mundane morning routine. From brushing their teeth to pressing sniff kisses on each other’s cheeks as they waited for the food to cook to bickering over something incredeclously unimportant: Sam had a vibrator inside of her, not a care in the world, not giving away any indication that she was the slightest bit affected.
Mon was the opposite. She was positive that everyone around her knew that their boss, the supposed tyrant of the company, was laughing from her desk as she brought Mon close to orgasm only to pull her right back at the last minute.
She lost count how many times today she snuck away to the bathroom to make sure that the toy wasn’t going to come out and then, while she stifled her cries by biting down on her fist because Sam truly ramped up the intensity when Mon went to the bathroom. Sometimes she would hike her skirt up and go to pull it out only to stop at the last moment, remembering the words Sam whispered to her before they parted ways at the elevator. “Don’t take it out. Be a good girl and I’ll give you a reward when we go home.”
Mon was…she liked the approval. She liked when Sam tipped her chin back and told her to behave. Did she listen half the time? Not really. The punishments were almost half as fun as the rewards. But there was something inside her that was desperate for the smile and kiss to the forehead Sam would surely give once she realized that Mon was a good girl and listened.
Besides: they had a safe word. All she had to do was text peeled shrimp if she truly couldn’t handle it anymore.
She didn’t want to text peeled shrimp. Not yet. She wanted to—“
“Nong Mon?” P’Ya’s voice shook Mon from her thoughts just as the vibrating came back with vengeance. She pulled her eyes from the the blank white wall she was staring at to blink at her coworker, willing the tremble in her voice to not appear when she speaks. “Are you okay? You look flushed. Are you getting sick?”
Mon opens her mouth to object but a particular vibrations makes her hips buck up in search of friction, knocking her knees loudly against the table and spilling the cup of soup she was (obviously) too frazzled to eat.
“Nong Mon!” Noi gasps out, pausing the fighting long enough to gather a handful of napkins and hand them to P’Ya.
She knew that the second Noi handed the napkins over what would happen. Ya would start to pat at her bare knees and skirt so that it wouldn’t stain but what if…what if she felt the vibrations? What if she felt a different type of slickness?
Standing up as fast as she could on shaky legs, Mon pushed her chair back and shook her head frantically. “No!” She yelps out. Too loudly. “Uh…” she clears her throat, clenches the toy inside of her, and sweeps a look around the half empty cafeteria. “I’m okay. I might be sick so I’ll…” Speaking coherent was starting to become impossible so she gestures with a tip of her head toward the vicinity of where the bathrooms were.
All she has to do is to make it to the bathroom without doing something stupid like moaning or crying out. She could make it that far. But as she scooped up her tray and sent a silent thank you to Nop who was mopping the liquid up, Ya stood up too. “I’ll go with you,” she rationalizes, “you look like you might faint.”
‘I just might’ Mon thinks. She can’t say that without Ya and Nop flanking her on either side and dragging her to hospital.
She was going to get Khun Sam back for this.
“No.” Deep breathing Mon, in and out. In and out. “That’s okay. I’ll be okay,” (will she?) “I just need to be alone.”
Ya and Noi didn’t look like they would agree but they eventually relented, allowing Mon to send a quick wai before putting her tray away and bolting to the bathroom, passing a confused Auntie Mhee on the way.
Mon collapses against the bathroom door stall with a whimper. Her fingers were already working at unbuttoning her skirt and pulling down the zipper that was at the side but as soon as she did another vibration seem to echo through the empty bathroom. The toy was no longer doing a steady stream of vibrations but instead it was pulsing again. Like a heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. It was so rhythmic that almost for a few moments Mon could imagine it was Sam’s long and slender fingers pumping her.
The ridiculous nails that her girlfriend loved to have were replaced with pop on ones that could easily slide off and on whenever she needed to. More often than not she liked to make Mon to take them off just to make the younger woman more flustered than she already was. Mon didn’t wear any, finding them pretty but too impractical, so her intentions was to push the ribbed edge of the toy aside and get off to images of Sam flashing behind her closed eyelids but her phone just wouldn’t stop going off.
Groaning, Mon retracts her fingers from the hem of her skirt to slip the phone out, immediately bombarded with a string of messages from Sam.
Messages were a loose definition of the word. The twelve new notifications from Khun Sam was the same thing over and over: a string of mad face stickers.
Just as Mon was about to type something back a blue bubbles popped up. She waited. And waited. Until eventually an actual message with words showed up.
Wanna suck face?
Mon let her head thud against the door as she tried to keep her legs from bucking. Wanna suck face? Khun Sam really had to ask that?
The idea was tempting. She wanted to make her girlfriend breathless and needy, exactly like Mon was right now, but that would be giving in. That would be doing exactly what Sam wants.
All day Mon was a good girl. Even now when she felt tears pickle and blur her vision from being so overstimulated, she was still going to keep it in. Nothing was ever said about not being able to touch yourself though.
She would be a good girl for Khun Sam but she wasn’t going to sit back and allow her to have all the fun. Without bothering to reply Mon closes the messaging app and goes to the discreet pink app on her phone. A series of settings pop up and most were a complete mystery to Mon. She should have did more than a cursory glance when Sam showed her this morning. But there was setting she knew exactly what it did.
Postining her finger over it she swipes her tongue out to wet her lips before turning the dial all the way up. She should have eased Sam into but what would be fun that? Did Sam relent once today? No, she didn’t.
Khun Sam was a master at playing this game but Mon could be one too.
Judging by the way her phone immediately began to light up with a phone call from Sam it seems like Mon might have the upper hand now. She clicks the green button with a tiny smile on her face.
Sam’s voice is strangled and verging on choking as she hisses out Mon’s name. “What are you doing?” She bites out.
“Peeled shrimp?” Mon asks instead. Trying to gauge where things stood.
It’s quiet a few moments before a barely audible voice gasps out, “N-no.”
“No?”
“Ahh…M-mon…I have a meeting—“
“Not for another hour,” Mon replies, feeling brave she lowers her voice in case someone slipped into the bathroom without her knowledge, “be a good girl for me okay? If you keep it in all day I’ll give you a reward when we get home.”
She purposely throws Sam’s words right back at her. It’s satisfying…a little thrilling…and the tiny gasps and groans coming from the other line just makes the fire licking the pit of stomach start to blaze even hotter.
Sam whimpers—she whimpers—out what sounds like a quiet ‘okay’ before the line goes dead.
Once it does, Mon nearly jolts out her skin. Sam turned the toy all the way up in retaliation.
Well. You know what they say: all is fair in love and war.