The Stranger

Chapter 1 - Cassandra

It was just another day at PSC Marketing, and I was exhausted. Working here had been my dream since I was a teenager, back when I first got hooked on the idea of shaping brands and making an impact. Now, three years in, work had become my everything. Sure, I'd done some small projects that got me noticed, but I was itching for more, bigger challenges. At 25, I knew I could handle it.

If it weren't for HR throwing a wrench in my plans, that is. Ever since the new compliance protocols came in, things had slowed down to a crawl. And, of course, it was thanks to the new HR manager—an arrogant prick who seemed to enjoy making things difficult for all of us. Career progression? Forget it. It wasn't just me, though; everyone was stuck in limbo while he obsessed over training sessions and ticking all the boxes.

To make matters worse, my office was on the same floor as HR. Every time I walked past their department, it felt like a reminder of just how much control they had over my future.

By the end of the day, I was drained and desperate to get home. Tomorrow was packed with back-to-back meetings, so I needed all the rest I could get. As I grabbed my things from my desk, something caught my eye. An envelope. My name was handwritten on it.

That's odd, I thought, picking it up. No one sends letters anymore. The handwriting was unfamiliar, too. I opened it, pulling out a small white card.

Wearing pants is not acceptable. Wear a dress tomorrow.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud, the words hitting me like a slap in the face. Who the hell did this person think they were? Furious, I stuffed the card back into its envelope and shoved it into my handbag. My mind raced as I headed out of the office. I couldn't shake it. No one had ever spoken to me like that before—not in the three years I'd been here, or anywhere else for that matter.

At the gym, I pushed myself harder than usual, using the anger to fuel my workout. I kept replaying the moment over and over, trying to figure out who could've done it. Yes, I'm attractive, and yes, people notice. But no one in the office had ever crossed the line like that. I even found myself wishing, for a split second, that I had a boyfriend who could deal with whoever sent that letter. But I quickly dismissed the thought. I didn't have time for a boyfriend, nor did I want one.

By the time I got home and had dinner, the letter was already starting to fade from my mind. I tossed it in the bin with the rest of the rubbish, along with the remains of my chicken and pasta salad. The thought of work filled my head again, pushing everything else aside. Even when I got into the shower, where I usually allowed my thoughts to wander, all I could focus on were tomorrow's meetings. Masturbation crossed my mind briefly—I hadn't had sex in a while—but even that desire got drowned out by work.

The next morning was a blur. I rushed to the office, not giving the card a second thought. I had to be there by 7 a.m. for the first meeting, and as usual, I made it before most people. By the time it finished, I was already thinking ahead to the next meeting when I walked into my office. That's when I saw it: a small box sitting on my desk.

I froze. Another card, with the same handwriting, rested on top.

Good girl. Here is your reward.

My heart skipped a beat. Good girl? I glanced down and realised I was wearing a dress. I hadn't even noticed this morning, but I'd done exactly what the first card had asked. A strange mix of confusion and curiosity settled over me, my initial anger giving way to something else. I was intrigued now, almost excited. I picked up the box and opened it. Inside was another card, covering what lay beneath.

Sit on your chair and wear it. Do not leave your chair.

I stared at it for a moment, my pulse quickening. Beneath the card was a small pink vibrator.

I should have been furious, but I wasn't. Instead, I felt a rush of excitement. Without thinking, I sat down, pulling my dress up just enough to move my underwear aside and slip the toy inside. My pussy was already wet. The instant the vibrator started, a strong pulse of pleasure shot through me, and I had to grip the edge of my desk to keep from moaning out loud.

"Meeting," came a voice from the doorway.

I jolted, my eyes flying open. Lisa was standing there, eyeing me with concern. "You okay? You look flustered."

I swallowed hard. "I'm fine. Just give me a second. I'll meet you there."

She raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Okay. Don't take too long."

I waited until she left before standing up to gather my things. As soon as I did, a powerful vibration hit me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed back into my chair, breathless. My underwear was soaked. The vibrator stopped.

I glanced down at my phone. A text message had appeared from an unknown number.

I said, do not leave your chair.

"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath. I have a meeting to get to. I stood up again, but this time, the vibrator activated even harder. My body trembled, and I had to hold onto the desk for support, half-standing, half-sitting, the pleasure making it almost impossible to move.

Another text buzzed in.

Do not leave your chair.

I have to go. I wasn't about to be late for a meeting—not for this, no matter how strong the vibrations were. I could just take the vibrator out, but something inside me didn't want to. I sat back down, catching my breath. After a moment, I stood again, grabbing my phone and documents quickly. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly as I made my way to the lift. I felt my wetness trickling down my thigh, but I wasn't about to let whoever this was win.

Inside the lift, the vibrations intensified, the changing rhythms surprising me every few seconds. My pussy throbbed, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I even found myself squeezing my breasts just to spread out the overwhelming sensation. Thankfully, no one else was in the lift. As the doors opened on the 44th floor, I stumbled out, trying to compose myself as I headed to the boardroom.

Do not come until I say you can, the next text read.

My heart pounded. Who is watching me? It could be anyone. Had I passed them already? The thought made me even more turned on. I could feel my arousal soaking through my underwear as I neared the boardroom. I checked the time. I wasn't late. A stronger vibration made me weak again, and I was sure my wetness was visible now. I bit my lip harder, walking as calmly as I could towards the room.

I made it in just as they were about to start. The HR manager, as usual, looked unimpressed.

"Phones on silent, everyone," he said as he began the meeting.

I sat down, grateful for the relief as the vibrations finally stopped. As I reached for my phone to switch it to silent, another message buzzed.

That's not your chair.

The vibrations returned, more intense than ever. I gripped the arms of the chair, struggling to maintain my composure. It was all I could think about—the waves of pleasure building inside me, threatening to break free. I could barely hear what was being discussed around me. Every nerve in my body was on fire.

"Are you coming, Cassandra?"

My eyes snapped up. The HR manager was staring at me.

"Yes," I whispered, then quickly realised my mistake. "I mean—sorry, what am I coming to?"

"The marketing compliance training we've been discussing for the last few minutes," he said, his voice stern.

"Right. Yes, I'll be there." I nodded, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

For the first time ever, he smiled. A knowing smile.

I smiled back, finally understanding why.