Overtime
It was a warm, late evening in high summer. The rush of commuter traffic had long since died down, and the city of Las Pegasus was sitting in an evenly quiet as last remains of sunlight slowly vanished, ending what had been another particularly hot day in the desert city.
The large skyscraper in the city center had since been abandoned for the day by the majority of its visitors, most office employees having since headed back home to their families, their friends, or their televisions. The night porter had taken up his work an hour ago, and all the offices of the large insurance corporation were hulled into darkness.
That is, all the offices save for one.
In the uppermost floor at the end of a fancy, yet professional-looking hallway lined with classical paintings, and behind a set of heavy oaken doors, a single room was still lit up - the office of the company’s CEO.
Golden Key Lime breathed softly as she leaned back in the large, comfy leather chair, her hands resting on her desk. The last remains of sunlight were shining through the large window behind her, overlooking the city, and were slowly being drowned out by the light of two chandeliers hung on the ceiling.
Another stressful day had come to its end. Granted, she had always known that life as the CEO of an internationally operating corporation was far from relaxed, and by the time the police had led her predecessor off in handcuffs, she had known that her life was about to take a turn to the stressful.
The green-haired girl grinned as she thought back to this day. The former CEO had been a perverted dickhead through and through, and once he had grabbed enough butts and honka honka’d enough boobs of his female employees -among other, less pleasant things he had pulled off- Lime, who back then had merely been the president and second in command, had finally had enough and organized her coworkers to press charges against him. He had found his rightful place in prison before long.
Lime’s grin widened as she ran her tongue over her bared teeth, resting it on her single golden tooth for a second, before her gaze was caught by the stack of papers still lying on her desk, and her good mood was interrupted for just a moment.
Admittedly, running a company worth several billions of bits wasn’t as easy as some might think, and while she admittedly managed to ‘outsource’ a lot of chores to her subordinates there were some things she simply couldn’t seem to talk herself out of.
Raising an eyebrow, Lime let her gaze drift over the spread-out papers filling out the normally neat and tidy desk. Most of these she knew were claims from her ‘customers’ - larger firms and fairly wealthy ponies, mostly. After all, while she normally wasn’t the most social of mares, Lime didn’t think too highly of those trying to rip off and betray smaller ponies. She might be reckless, but she wasn’t a monster.
No, most of these claims came from other large companies that had made the mistake of trusting her. While she wasn’t one to step on smaller players, she did enjoy having her way with companies -and sometimes private ponies- of similar or larger size money-wise, and it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that she was looking forward to getting in talks with some of those ‘clients’ waiting for payments. It was amazing how desperately a multi-billion bit company would fight to get a measly payment of a few thousand bits - and how far they would go to make it seem like they needed their money at any and all cost.
However, as much as she enjoyed twisting those big players around her fingers and tricking them out of their money, the day had admittedly left its mark on her nerves, and at least for now, she didn’t really feel like delving into papers again.
Instead, she raised her head again, her gaze drifting over the large, fancily decorated room she called her office. Sleek, modern furniture was lining the walls to her left and right - benches and comfy black faux leather chairs that appeared quite inviting, despite the fact that she hardly ever had any visitors in here. Lime… really wasn’t the most social of mares.
She arched her back, pinching her eyes shut and giving a muffled groan. Having spent most of the day in this very same chair sure was beginning to show its marks on her body. Heck, she hadn’t eaten all day, and she had her assistant Scribble Snug to get her coffee, so the only reason for her to ever get up off her chair were the occasional toilet breaks - and even then, she had her own private bathroom adjacent to her office, so walking distances were short.
Slowly, letting out a light groan the slim mare arose from her chair, pushing herself up on her desk and arching her back as she arose. She could have sworn she heard a few cracks as she straightened out her spine. Contorting her face and revealing her teeth, she remained in this position for a few seconds longer before she relaxed again, her look going back around her room, and she found herself walking around her desk, her expensive leather shoes making clack-sounds on the thick wooden floor with every step she took.
For some reason, it only occurred to her now how… quiet everything was. Heck, you could hear a pin drop.
Not that Lime minded too much, really. She wasn’t really the most… sociable of ponies to begin with, and while she herself was quite capable of making some noise when the situation required it -one would be surprised at how easily some ponies will fold when properly yelled at- she also could appreciate a moment of peace and absolute, total, all-encompassing silence.
Slowly, gradually, her steps slowed down and eventually Lime came to stop, seemingly in the middle of her spacious office. She stretched her back again, resting her hands on the back of her hips as her head turned to the side, gaze drifting over a set of upholstered benches standing next to the thick entrance door before it came to rest on what was integrated into the wall next to her: a large full-body mirror, showing the exceptionally young CEO in all her slim glory.
Lime raised an eyebrow, looking herself over from head to toe. The expensive, tailor-made business suit -skirt, blouse, bilious green tie and vest- she was wearing accentuated her body… or what was there to be accentuated, anyway. Lime had never been the most… fleshy of mares, even though she had to admit her suit did a decent job at hiding her true body-shape.
The green-coated mare looked herself over for a few moments, her eyes trailing over her slim shoulders, her small bust, her narrow midsection and her slender hips, all the way down her thin legs and the fancy leather shoes around her feet.
Lime raised an eyebrow, her ears perking up ever so slightly as she raised a hand to her chest, touching the thick, heavy golden necklace around her neck.
She’d had always had a weakness for a bit of bling - she had the funds, so why not go and show it? Granted, this day being just a standard office-day, Lime wasn’t wearing half as much gold on her body as she would during a formal dinner or business meeting, but her trusty necklace, decorated with nothing but the finest diamonds, was something she never wanted to miss. It wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable thing to wear due to its weight -heck, some of her employees she had heard joke behind her back about the necklace being heavier than Lime herself- but she’d be damned if she would ever take it off unless she really had to.
Well… that and the golden earring in her ear… and the golden tooth, of course… and the golden buttons that held her suit’s vest together, where her hands were resting now.
She hesitated for a moment, her light red eyes drifting to the side for just a moment, resting on the still firmly shut door, then her hands began moving again, tentatively unbuttoning the sleek vest. The expensive garment silently slid to the floor seconds after.
Now standing in front of the mirror in only her skirt and plain white blouse, the shrill green tie still firmly around her neck, Lime looked herself over again. It truly was fascinating how… normal she looked when fully dressed. Really, if her business partners were to see her the way she really was, she was sure her company wouldn’t be half as successful as it was now.
However…
There was nobody here now. Scribble knew to not disturb Lime unless invited, and any other employees knew better than to disturb the CEO without making an appointment first.
Keeping these thoughts in mind, Lime felt herself relax a little bit, her hands going up to her trusty green tie, and loosening it; the lime-green noose was pulled over her head and discarded on the floor shortly after.
Now reduced to her plain blouse, Lime raised an eyebrow again, feeling her heart beat a little faster as she slowly, tentatively led her hands up to her collar, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
She didn’t really think too much about what she was doing, but seeing herself in the mirror… it had made her want… more. It had made her curious, if nothing else.
The blouse became undone, and without much hesitation Lime slid it off her shoulders. Her look sank, remaining on the ground next to her feet for a few seconds longer, the half-naked mare hesitating for a second before she lifted her gaze again, her eyes resting on the mare in the mirror looking back at her. Lime took a moment to look at her light red eyes, her sharp green mane, done in its usual, professional ponytail, before her gaze slowly drifted downward and-
The mare raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth slipping downward for just a second as her gaze came to rest on the plain white bra covering what little bust she had.
A few seconds later, the garment joined the vest and blouse on the ground, and Lime was left to look at her exposed upper body.
Slowly, the hand that had tossed the bra just moments ago sank, and her gaze, beginning at her chin, slowly travelled downward.
Really, it was surprising even to her how normal she looked from her shoulders up. Whereas, once one would look a bit further down at her body…
Lime swallowed as her gaze trailed over her exposed upper body; her slim shoulders, barely more than skin and bones; her naked breasts, hardly even sticking out from her body due to their size; and of course… she lowered her gaze even further, her eyes coming to rest on her ribs, and she lifted an eyebrow.
Lime… wasn’t a corpulent mare. In fact, she was slim; very slim. Through her skin and the thin layer of fur covering her chest, her ribs were clearly showing, and she could easily count all of them if she wanted to.
Her eyes travelled further down her body, taking in the integrity of her exposed ribcage, all the way down to where her skin seemed to dip abruptly, and melted into Lime’s slim midriff, a sharp edge seeming to appear on her body as her pelvis protruded ever so slightly, bones barely restrained by a thin layer of skin.
Lime felt a bit of movement on her face. She… hadn’t lost even more weight, had she?
She raised a hand, pinching into the layer of not fat, but plain an simple skin covering her midsection, then made a face.
Sunny wouldn’t be happy.
Lime felt her mood sink even further as her thoughts were inevitably drawn back to her older sister, and to the… complicated relationship Lime had with her.
However, she quickly shook her head. As much as she liked and cared for her sister, the older mare really wasn’t among the things Lime felt like worrying her head about right now.
No, right now…
Lime blinked a few times, her gaze focusing back on her exposed upper body.
She just wanted to be by herself.
It had been a while since she had last taken some time to just look at her body like this. Most others she had been with would start squirming uncomfortably the second she would take her top off, and while Lime normally didn’t care too much about what others thought of her, it was nice having a moment of silence to take her body in in peace.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, then opened them again, her gaze drifting over her body a second time, before slowly her right hand made its way up her torso, running over her exposed midsection, brushing against the bony structure beneath, before it came to rest on her left breast.
Lime felt her face give a twitch as her hand cupped her boob, feeling her nipple, hard from the cold air surrounding her, touch her fingers before her hand slowly slid down, her touch leaving her breast and sliding down to her ribcage, where her fingers ran through her visible ribs - the touch caused her grin to widen ever so slightly.
All the while, her eyes remained focused on the mirror, watching herself as she gently stroked her chest, feeling how a particular… tingling coming from between her legs announced that a certain other part of her was enjoying the attention as well.
Lime exhaled softly, feeling her heart pick up the pace, her grin widening ever so slightly. Her golden tooth seemed to shimmer in the light from above, and her eyes remained continuously fixated on her reflection as her hand slowly drifted down over her midsection, and wrap itself around the waist of her black skirt.
Seconds after, the short black garment was discarded to the floor; a pair of plain white panties followed shortly after, and before Lime knew it, the mare in the reflection, staring back at her with a teasing glimmer in her eyes, was barenaked.
Golden Key Lime felt herself shiver lightly, her body reacting to the temperatures in her normally fairly chilly office as she looked herself over. Once again, her gaze slowly drifted over her upper body - her breasts, her ribcage, and her midriff, before it ultimately went past her bony hips and came to rest on the source of the hot, tingling sensation between her legs.
Lime looked behind herself again for just a second, her gaze inadvertently going back to the door, the… cheekiness of what she now thought about doing nibbling at her mind.
Surely, this was something she had never tried, let alone thought about doing in her office before, but… hey, not like anyone was here to think badly of her, or ever find out about it, right?
Keeping that in mind, Lime gave a brief chuckle, her heart beating with a strange feeling of excitement as she watched the mare in the mirror lead her hand down to her vagina, resting it on her pubic mound for a few moments, enjoying the thrill this mere touch brought her, before she felt her body tense up with excitement as her fingers slid an inch further downward and found their target in-
Lime’s eyes drifted shut, a muffled moan escaping through her clenched teeth as she felt her right index finger slide into her, sending an intense shiver through her spine, her entire body tensing up and trembling from head to toe for a second or two.
It… had been a while since she had last gotten some… attention down there. She would call herself an escort once in a while, but a lot of them were, to put it mildly, put off by her anorexic appearance, and as much as she would hope for a good rutting, Lime couldn’t get herself to force those poor colts to do something that seemed to bring them such extreme discomfort.
But Lime was quick to shove these thoughts aside. Right now it was just her, and her alone.
She felt her midriff twitch with something reminiscent of a brief, spontaneous giggle as she slowly slid her finger out of herself again, feeling her body slowly heating up as her eyes caught sight of the thin sheen of juices that were now coating her finger.
Momentarily, Lime looked down at herself, watching her finger standing ready in front of her vagina, ready to slide into her again, before going back up and watching her reflection as her hand slowly slid forward again, and the mare in the mirror trembled briefly with excitement as she gently pleased herself.
She bit her lip, then let her tongue slide over her teeth again as she felt her finger slide all the way in, then slowly back out again.
It… really had been a while; a fact that was now beginning to show in the intensity of arousal filling her out. It had only been a few moments, and already, she could feel herself get increasingly worked up - her face turning a light shade of red, mouth twitching, and ears folding back as a long, steamy breath escaped her mouth.
Her gaze drifted downward a second time and she briefly licked her lips with excitement as she raised her middle finger, pressing it against her wettened index finger and sliding-
“Ooooooh~” Lime couldn’t contain the moan now escaping her mouth, going hand in hand with a brief, lewd chuckle as her lips curled into a grin.
This was… just as good as any prostitute she could have ordered. At least she didn’t have to sweet-talk her hand to actually touch her.
Clenching her teeth, Lime pulled her two fingers back again, resting them in front of her entrance, before quickly sliding them back in again, her own juices serving as quite effective lubricant.
A second time, the business-mare chuckled briefly as her fingers broke into a slow, yet constant rhythm, sliding in and out of her body at second intervals.
Really, why hadn’t she done this more often? She didn’t need any sweet-talking before the actual action happened; she wasn’t going to stare the second her shirt came off; and she knew exactly what she liked!
Come to think of it…
Her fingers slowly slid to a halt, and for once, she took her eyes off her reflection as her look drifted to the side, checking the floor behind herself where her shed clothes were littering the hardwood floor.
Moments later, she lowered herself onto her vest and blouse, a brief moment of relief on her mind as her buttcheeks were spared from the contact with the cold floor, instead cushioned by the black silk vest that, in itself, had probably cost more than most of her employees earned in a whole month.
It was only after she had sat down that she realized that her already fairly wet pussy would probably leave a stain on the expensive fabric, but she swiped that thought aside with a brief shrug - her private laundry was used to freeing her apparel from any and all stains, no questions asked.
Instead, her gaze drifted back to the mirror in front of her, where the mare in the reflection was now sitting spread-legged in front of her, knees angled, granting her a first-row view of where, hidden behind a thin layer of hair, her fingers were now back to exploring her most sacred spot.
Lime’s gaze drifted upward again for a second, the mare locking eyes with herself, and feeling her trademark grin return to her face.
More out of instinct than anything else, she noticed her left hand trailing upward, running once again over her bony chest, before it came to rest on her left boob, her hand giving the small mound of flesh a soft squeeze.
She licked her lips, her right hand picking up the pace as her middle and index finger entered her body again, a bit quicker this time, before pulling back again, only to re-enter moments later.
Again Lime breathed softly, her left hand slowly massaging her breast, stimulating her erect nipple. Feeling her grin widen, she locked eyes with the mare in the mirror who was looking back at her with a cheeky grin.
Her own breathing becoming more intense by the second, Lime bared her teeth, feeling a shudder of pleasure run through her body as the mare opposite to her watched her every movement.
“You like this… don’t you?” the mare in the mirror asked her, her hand’s grip around her boob tightening, her fingers digging into the flesh, kneading through her breast with gentle passion.
“You little slut.” she snarled at herself over her own heavy breathing. Her right hand sped up again, sliding in and out, in and out, time and time again, pushing the worked up mare a bit closer towards the edge with every movement they made.
Lime threw her head back, eyes slamming shut and mouth letting out a pleased groan as her index finger brushed against that particular spot, and an electric wave of pleasure shot through her body, causing her eyes to roll back, lips curling with bliss.
She clenched her teeth together, cracking an eye open by just a bit and looking back at her reflection again, shooting herself a challenging grin.
Then, a second of hesitation later, her right hand was back at it again, jacking her off with a fierce determination, while her left hand was furiously kneading her petite breast, determined to finish this once and for all.
The green mare groaned again, feeling her face contort, her eyes drifting shut, chest tensing up as she felt her arousal grow, the pressure she had felt building over the course of the past minutes seeming to overwhelm her as her hands sped up yet again, pleasuring herself at a steadily increasing pace until finally, it all became too much for her to handle, and she threw her head back, every muscle in her body tensing up as she finally felt her orgasm approach.
Seconds after she was on cloud nine; a thousand little electric shocks seemed to erupt from her pussy, and running through every fiber of her body, leading her to open her mouth, baring her teeth as another, louder groan escaped her mouth, shortly followed by a third one, and finally… a shout.
Lime writhed on the floor, hearing her own voice resound through her office as her hand squirmed within her vagina, twisting and turning as she rode out her orgasm for all she was worth, feeling her juices running down the insides of her thighs and onto her vest.
But Lime didn’t care. Right now, all that was on her mind was this overwhelming feeling of pleasure filling her out entirely, leading her hair to stand on edge, her body convulsing frantically as she not moaned, but screamed out her pleasure.
The thought that somebody might hear her might have crossed her mind for a second, but she was too carried away by her orgasm to think about it at all.
No, right now it was just her… and that mare in the mirror, who seemed equally pleased, judging by the way her legs were twitching back and forth, her hand unwaveringly continuing its stroking motion between her legs as she passionately rode out her peak.
It took another few moments of pure, unfiltered joy, interrupted by the occasional shout or moan, until Lime could finally feel her orgasm die down, leading her hand to slow its movement, her body relaxing gradually, and leaving the mare as a heavily breathing, exhausted mess on the floor.
For a few moments, the young mare just lay there, looking blandly at the white ceiling of her office, and slowly catching her breath. Her hand slid out of her pussy with ease, and she let it drop to the floor next to her, only slowly recovering, her body still twitching occasionally with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
A minute of silence passed, only broken occasionally by the sounds of Lime’s breathing, her eyes slowly drifting shut as she enjoyed her very personal afterglow.
Then, however, she felt her ears perk up, eyes snapping open as the telephone on her desk sprang to life with a soft bleep, and the soft, gentle, yet slightly concerned voice of a mare poured from the speaker.
“Uhm… Miss… Miss Lime, is everything okay?” the voice of Scribble Snug came to Lime’s ears, leading her ears to fold back, her enjoyable afterglow interrupted for the moment, “I heard somepony scream!”
Lime gave a soft sigh. She quite liked Scribble - heck, she was probably the only pony Lime could consider anything close to a ‘friend’, but right now Lime simply didn’t feel like talking - to anyone. … Let alone putting her clothes back on.
As a few moments of silence passed, Lime unwilling to get up and walk over to the phone, another bleep announced that Scribble wasn’t quite done talking yet.
“I uh… I take it you were upset about something. I’ll… I’ll bring you your cigarettes in a minute.”
With that, the connection was once again interrupted, and Lime was left in blissful silence. Moments later, Scribble’s announcement echoed in her mind, and the sweet foretaste of tobacco and nicotine already appeared on her tongue.
Slowly, Lime felt a smile grow on her face.
Yes. Yes, she could go for a cigarette right now.
Moments later, a soft knock at the heavy door leading to Lime’s office announced that Scribble had stood by her word, as a soft voice from the other side confirmed. “Miss Lime? I have your cigarettes.”
Lime let her eyes drift shut again, her smile growing ever so slightly, mouth watering at the prospect of a post-orgasm cigarette.
Yes.
It sure was nice having ponies she could count on.