Chapter 9

The company’s building was gorgeous!

The architecture was almost as extravagant as ours back home. I could feel the vibrator in me move as we walked towards the front desk, I cleared my throat and looked at the receptionist, who was giving us a sideways glance.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” she asked in a sweet voice.

“Yes, we're here to see Mr. Johnson,” I replied.

“Do you have an appointment?” I cleared my throat as the vibrations from the toy were pulsating up my body as if I was being struck by electricity.

“Yes, we do, under Zane Incorporated.” I managed to reply; it took everything I had to fight back the moan that was threatening to escape my throat.

“I'll let him know that you're here,” she said, picking up the phone and dialing his extension.

She spoke for a few moments, then hung up and smiled at us. “Mr. Johnson will see you now. Take the elevator to the 18th floor, and his office is the last one on the left.”

“Thank you,” I said, as we turned towards the elevato