S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 4
As she hesitated, a text message arrived.
“Seven o’clock tonight. I’ll wait at the club. You still have a chance to back out.”
He even offered her an out…
Chi Zaozao took a deep breath, cleared the dishes, dressed herself, and stepped out of her flat.
Her work would distract her from it all, at least for a while.
“Zaozao, you’re here! Come look, the toy we tested last month is ready. The product team sent it yesterday, but you’d already left.”
A colleague handed her a pink rod. Unlike others, this one boasted a larger, Western-inspired size and an inflatable feature.
When designing it, Chi Zaozao had known it would be a bold toy, one that many SM enthusiasts like herself would adore.
Liu Yu picked up the rod from her desk, toying with it. “How many people do you think will buy this thing?”
“Brother Liu, you clearly don’t understand women,” she teased. “Girls love these daring toys. This could even become our department’s top seller.”
Xiaoqi, from the next desk, chimed in, tossing Liu Yu a flirtatious glance. “Brother Liu, have you got a girlfriend? Maybe you can take it home and test it?”
Liu Yu smirked, turning to Chi Zaozao. “Since Zaozao designed it, she should take it home and try it a few more times.”
Her heart skipped a beat. The pencil in her hand paused, leaving a faint, jagged line across the paper.
That text message flooded her mind.
With every stroke of her pencil, she imagined herself pinned against a wall by that man, her own toy in his hands, used to tease her mercilessly.
Chi Zaozao’s legs crossed tightly, her breathing growing faintly hurried.
Her pencil never stopped. Moments of such creative fervour were rare, but thoughts of that man seemed to spark endless inspiration.
By five o’clock, when Xiaoqi asked if she wanted to grab dinner, Chi Zaozao snapped back to reality. Her desk was strewn with sketches of variously shaped toys, and several pencils lay blunted, discarded.
“It’s already that late…?” she sighed inwardly. With her appointment looming, she felt a fleeting urge to cancel.
“You can go ahead…” Chi Zaozao stood, only to realise her body was soaked below.
The office was empty now. She shifted, feeling the dampness. Her skirt was wet, and the chair’s cushion bore a telltale stain of it.
Are my toys not fun enough? Is touching myself not satisfying? Why am I obsessing over a man who’s barely spoken to me? she cursed silently.
In the toilet, Chi Zaozao leaned against the stall partition, her fingertips instinctively slipping downward.
Through her underwear, she teased her cl*toris which was already swollen. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure, coaxing a trickle of moisture that seeped past the fabric’s edge, trailing down her thigh.
“Hah… hah…” She closed her eyes, consumed by thoughts of that man, a man who had spoken only a handful of words to her.
“Ah…” Her fingers quickened, sliding beneath her underwear, pressing against her sensitive cl*toris.
It wasn’t enough… it was far from enough…
Her v*gina pulsed with ar*usal fluid, but the emptiness grew unbearable.
“Mmm…” Trembling, she half-squatted, her body propped against the partition. Waves of ar*usal fluid flowed freely.
Chi Zaozao gasped, the afterglow of her clim*x lingering, yet the void inside only her deepened.
A voice in her mind urged her: Go to him. Go to the club.