“Ma’am?”
She looks up from the head of the boardroom table.
“Yes, Alicia?”
“Time, Ma’am.”
“Right. Gentlemen, ten minutes. I expect a solution to this mess.”
Alicia closes the door with one hand and pushes Ma’am against the wall with the other.
“Expose and splay.”
Her fingers pluck the golden plug from between open cheeks, laying it aside.
“Something new today,” she purrs, slipping the bulbous glass between Ma’am’s trembling austere lips.
“That’s right. Get it nice and wet first.”
She smiles at the begging whimper as she worms her edict home.
“Hurry now, Ma’am. The board’s waiting for you.”
