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The rest of the company summer social went without much happening at all. A potluck, mostly consisting of store-bought foods, because so few of the employees actually knew how to cook, as well as a bar, mainly consisting of cheep lager. The events themselves weren’t much fun, either, more akin to a school sports day. Three-legged race, a sack race, and the old egg toss. “I’d rather spike my arse on a cactus”, Mary thought to herself. After the low-end, to mediocre, feast, most of the people around, were going home, leaving the Execs to clean up. By her car, one of the other employees came up to her. “Soo – We don’t really know each other, but my ride home, buzzed off, without me – Do you have space?”. Bemused, Mary then went “Sure! Hop in”; without thinking too much. They went into the car, and drove off, without really speaking much for the first quarter of an hour. “I guess a little introduction is in order, yeah? – I’m Alice, I work in accounting”. Mary took a quick look at her, then replied. “I’m Mary – I’m mainly in logistics and that kind of thing, but to be honest, I wish I wasn’t – If I had any good direction for another job, I’d probs be doing something else, than work here”. Alice giggled. “Yeah, I guess a lot of us in the female field, at this company, are just coasting, rather than actually doing anything useful! Our Execs are little, lewd arses, anyway”. They exchanged a look, both smirking. “Ah well – If only I knew someone to get out of this lacklustre establishment”.

Chattering a bit about their dreams, Alice, surprisingly to Mary, listed Henson Industries, as a place to work, making Mary freeze in her seat, for a short moment. “What is it?”, she asked Mary. “You know them?”. Mary pouted, looking at Alice with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I’ve had a slight contact with them, If that’s a good way to say it?”. Alice let out a short laugh, looking at her feet, noticing the black box. “That box says ‘Henson’ on it! You know someone from the Henson Family Dynasty?”, she asked wide-eyed. “I mean – I met one, recently – Jean. It’s nothing big, she just helped me out, earlier today, when my car stopped working, in the middle of nowhere”. “Wow! – Perhaps you could help me out, then? – You certainly could try, yourself!”. Mary side-eyed Alice, with another raised eyebrow. “I would, If I dared! She’s a busy lady”. “If I was more of a laddish type, I’d go ‘I dare you!’, because then the only real answer from you would be ‘Of course I bloody do!’ “. Mary let out a short laugh. “Well – I might try sneaking in, somehow”. They sat in a short moment of silence, when Alice picked up the box, “What even is this?”, she asked. “Ehm – It’s just a little gift from Jean – There’s not much to it”. Alice turned around the box, examining it, then noting a faint smell – Of rubber. “Holy hell, did she give you a thing from their kinky department?”, making Mary hammer the brakes, with her heart beating hard, and almost by her neck. “Err – It’s nothing, really!”, she jumbled out, holding out her arm to push the box out of Alice’s hands, to no avail. Alice opened the box, finding the latex panties, the lube and the ballgag. “Oh, damn! She’s totally into you! You should totally utilised it! If not as her girlfriend, then get that job at their kinky manufacturing? QA or Testing new products?”. Setting back off, Alice kept looking at Mary. “You’re so lucky, really! Getting into her fold like that!”, she kept saying. Bemused by the whole day, Mary and Alice arrived at the building complex, where Alice lived. “Well – Let me know how you get along, out there!”.

Around half an hour later, Mary got home to her own flat. She put her gift from Jean on her bedside table, before going into the kitchen, checking her, usually, empty fridge. “Gotta figure out some food, ASAP, tomorrow”, she thought, before stripping down, and getting into bed. She laid, reminiscing a wild day, both with little ‘downs’, and a giant ‘up’, drifting off into sleep and dreams, dreaming of just cuddling with Jean, while in a regular skirt, but with a latex top, of nondescript type and cut, waking up, a bit groggy, after a couple of sleep-cycles, finding her underpants damp. She looked at the box, sighed and turned on her bedside lamp, taking off her panties. She picked up the latex panties, and the lube, lubing up the panties, pulling them up her legs, and onto her crotch and pelvis, to a shivering feeling, going from the panties, up her spine and into her brain. She sighed, and starting massaging her lower bits, through the panties. “It’s weird, alone!”, she thought, still massaging. It felt good, and the nether parts didn’t get too hammered, with the lube on the inside, doing it’s work. While having a hand on her pussy, she reached out at the box, with her other hand, picking up the ballgag. She put it on, finding It a touch to the small side, but still exciting. She started quietly moaning, closing her eyes, feeling a light buzz inside her head, spending the next half hour, hands on crotch, breast, drooling down herself, from the ballgag, falling fast asleep, within a minute or two, from a good orgasm.

With no idea of how long she had been sleeping, she found herself, drool all over her pillow and duvet, ballgag around her neck, breast bare, and with the latex panties still on. “Holy hell, for a night!”, she thought. She took off her panties, leaving them on the bed, took off the ballgag, leaving it in the box, and putting on normal weekend clothes – A t-shirt, normal panties, a soft-shell jacket, jogging trousers and tennis shoes. “Gotta get that fridge filled, for once”, going to the nearest town center. “Holy hell for a day, yesterday was – Almost a dream!”.

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