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Tracy had been working with Malcolm for days to get her playground safety proposal for Hartley Park put together just right. She wanted everything to be flawless. This morning she was so nervous she hadn't even been able to eat breakfast. She arrived at the office early, picked up her mail and headed straight for the kitchen, hoping that some chamomile tea would calm her nerves.

She was halfway through her tea and her mail when she got to the package from Malcolm. *quot;Re: Proposal*quot; it said on the interoffice address form. Inside was a pair of black lace panties, a tiny, oddly shaped soft plastic object, and a note.

*quot;We've been working on this project all week, Tracy, and haven't even fucked once! I know you're anxious, but damn. That ain't healthy.

Don't worry about the presentation, you've got it in the bag. In fact, to take your mind off your worries, I propose a little challenge.

The plug fits into the pocket in the crotch of the panties. Put them on and wear them to the proposal meeting. Of course, you'll have to be very careful not to *quot;show*quot; what you're wearing? but if you can do it, I promise it'll keep your mind off your nerves. And after the meeting, we can celebrate our successful proposal with what I've been waiting for all week.

I dare you.*quot;

The first smile of Tracy's day crossed her face. Malcolm was an excellent designer and a brilliant engineer, whose talent was matched only by his sense of humor and keen competitive edge. They'd spurred each other on all week with good-hearted challenges and confrontations. *quot;I bet you can't finish that blueprint analysis by lunchtime*quot; was met with *quot;If I do, you're buying lunch.*quot; This playful sort of bartering along with Tracy's first-assignment determination had sped them through the project with amiable speed. They'd been working nonstop, with no sexual concession to the electricity that existed between them. Perhaps a challenge during the presentation would be fun. And Malcolm was right: the very idea had already taken her mind off her worry.

She remembered the incredible fucking Malcolm had given her during her Interview, the span of his hands at her waist, the depth of their kiss, the wonderful feeling of fullness his dick gave her, his strength as he impaled her on his cock. Going through the meeting anticipating another fuck of that caliber would be a luscious good time rather than a harrowing experience. She was touched by Malcolm's thoughtfulness.

In the bathroom, Tracy turned the smooth piece of plastic over. There was a wide, flat base that slid into the little pocket, and a flexible protrusion, about finger-size, that slid comfortably into her when she pulled the panties on. Walking around experimentally, Tracy felt the little plug shift inside her. Its size was not intrusive; it was just enough to remind her that it was there. It provided a subtle motion while she walked, and even after she returned to her desk and sat down, its presence was a pleasant tease of pressure.

The office was beginning to awaken for the day and Tracy was in a much better mood than she'd been when she arrived. She called good morning to her colleagues as they passed by her office door, dropped her regular panties into a side pocket of her briefcase and, for the first time all week, began to relax. Just then, Malcolm stuck his smoothly shaven head into her office, flanked by two or three people Tracy didn't recognize.

*quot;Good morning, Tracy,*quot; he said. *quot;Did you get my package?*quot;

*quot;Sure did,*quot; she replied. *quot;Let's meet to talk about it after the meeting.*quot;

Malcolm's eyes twinkled but his voice registered little. *quot;Sounds great. I'd like you to meet Michael Thwaite, Alexis Moon, and Patrick Finnegan, they're from the City Parks Department. I'm going to get them some coffee and then how about we'll meet you in Calvin's conference room?*quot;

Tracy smiled cheerfully. She was looking forward to this.



Malcolm sat closest to Tracy, watching her movements with an open, patient expression. The three city officials sat along the sides of the table, pencils in hand, yellow pads at the ready. Tracy's supervisor Calvin watched from the end of the table near güvenilir bahis the door, assessment in his eyes as Tracy paced before a large schematic drawing of the park's current layout. She probably didn't need to pace to make her point, but the minute shifting of the little plug inside her felt delicious, and helped her remain distracted from the magnitude of the occasion. She opened her introduction with a smile.

*quot;As we all know, there have been five serious injuries in Hartley Park over the past thirty-month period. We here at Hobbes and Flush are pleased to be chosen to implement the city's dedication to making this playground a safe place to play.*quot;

Tracy's mind smirked at the carefully crafted diplomacy of her words. It had taken two years of public pressure from the neighborhood association to shame the city government into attempting to do anything about the perilous old park. If the press hadn't gotten involved, kids from the surrounding projects might still be breaking their arms and legs with no city response at all.

Bad politics aside, the project was recognized as noble civic work, and was a publicity coup for H