Restraining the Receptionist: ... the Receptionist, Book 2 by Juniper Bell

question. “What?” I frowned at my questioner, except it came out more as a beaming grin.
    “What do they want you to wear?”
    “Oh, lingerie they pick out. Corsets, vinyl teddies, beaded underwear, lots of lacy stuff that doesn’t hide anything. You know.”
    “Yes, we do.” All the men nodded. “We like those things too.”
    I smiled at the common ground we’d found.
    “Are you wearing anything like that now?”
    “Oh no. I’m not wearing any underwear right now.”
    Another charge ramped up the excitement in the room. One man ran his finger under his collar to loosen his tie. Another leaned even further forward and adjusted his glasses.
    “Would you like to show us? Take down your dress, open your legs?”
    I pondered. Did I want to? I kind of did. The men were watching me with such eagerness and the hum inside me made me itch. Besides, the room was hot. Fewer clothes would be much more comfortable. Then I remembered something.
    “Simon’s supposed to be present. That’s the rule.”
    “That’s the rule, is it?” The time bomb guy smiled tightly. “Well, Simon is present.”
    I glanced over at his unconscious body. I couldn’t deny the man’s logic. Simon was indeed present, although less than fully functional. I had a vague feeling that this could be trouble, but the thought wasn’t strong enough to stick around.
    My sundress had two shoulder straps that buttoned at the edge of the bodice. I unbuttoned one strap, then the other, then drew the bodice away from my breasts. A breath of release swept across the room. They must have been waiting to see if I’d obey. I felt the weight of four pairs of lust-filled eyes on my nipples. They puckered.
    “Ahh,” said the feral-eyed leader. “I like how quickly you become aroused. I can see why they chose you. Would you like to pinch your nipples?”
    Why did he have to phrase it that way? I couldn’t seem to tell a lie. And my nipples tingled and begged for a touch. I gave a little nod.
    “Go ahead. Don’t forget, Simon’s right here.”
    I brought a thumb and forefinger to each nipple and pinched. Hard little kernels of heat answered back. My eyes drifted shut as I lost myself in the delicious feeling. I rotated my nipples, finding the exact amount of pressure to send a wake-up call to my pussy. I squirmed against the nubby fabric of the couch.
    “Are you uncomfortable? Would you like to take that off?” His genuine concern touched me.
    “I’m fine,” I said, dropping my hands to my sides. My nipples throbbed against the hot air of the room.
    “May we cool you off? Luke, take her an ice cube. Rub it all over her nipples.”
    One of the younger guys, the one with the soulful eyes, jumped to his feet. He grabbed an ice bucket and sat next to me. I smiled at him as he reached in for a handful of ice. He was super-cute, really, with a sandy cowlick and dimples. Then I forgot to care about his face as an icy jolt made my body arch. He swirled the ice over my hot nipples until I moaned for him to stop.
    As soon as I did, he stopped.
    “You see, that’s how this works,” said the leader. “You tell us to do something, we do it. You tell us to stop, we stop. We wouldn’t want to get on Cowell’s bad side, for God’s sake.”
    “Ethan’s not the boss of me,” I mumbled through clenched teeth. “I already quit.”
    “Would you like to come work for us? Whatever you were making there, we’ll double it.”
    “Wow, really?”
    “Well, there are four of us, after all. You should be compensated accordingly.”
    It made perfect sense. But… “I love Simon and Ethan.”
    “You love them?”
    “Well, I love Simon. And Ethan, well, I kind of love him too. Yeah.” I couldn’t lie, damn it. “I love them both.”
    “Interesting. But you said you’d quit. Would you like to show us your pussy? Even if you won’t come work for us, we’d love to see it.”
    I shrugged. I didn’t mind, I found, as long as they knew where things stood with me,