Working Holiday Part One: Arriving in the City

Rhiannon Kelly stood at the top of the escalator and looked around the interior of Montreal Central Station. In the past she would have walked to the metro entrance to take the subway, but today she was taking a taxi and wasn't sure which direction she should go. The few other travelers arriving with her that morning didn't provide much in the way of clues as they were all heading in different directions.

She had tried to sleep on the long, overnight train journey to the city, but nervous energy kept waking her. The anticipation was driving her to distraction. The e-mail message had come only a few days ago and she scrambled to find a replacement for her shifts at the bar before buying the train ticket. She spent considerable time trying to figure out what to pack in her small bag. The instructions were not very clear, but she did her best to bring her “least appropriate” attire. She had her favorite thongs, her favorite matching bra and panties, two bustiers, her garter belt and black stockings, a pair of black pumps, a dark gray skirt with a white blouse, her “little black dress” with the sparkly clasp in the front, a short plaid schoolgirl skirt with coordinating sweater, a bikini, and a short, sexy dress with a neckline that plunged down much too far. She had worn that last outfit when she was out clubbing with the girls. Every spin on the dance floor revealed to the careful observer that she wore no bra. More guys hit on her that night than ever before. She adored the attention, but Rhiannon played the good and faithful girlfriend that night. Now she was single.

She spotted the taxi sign and started for the doors on the other side of the great hall. Half way there, she paused a moment, remembering something, then turned toward the toilets. The stalls were remarkably clean. She hung her jacket on the hook and balanced her bag on her raised knee to dig around inside. She pulled her jeans off over her shoes and stuffed them into the bag. She then put on the plaid skirt. She liked the way it fit and liked the way it looked. She could make it really short by hiking it up a bit or push it down to be more conservative. She was not feeling particularly conservative that morning. She paused for a moment before sliding her panties down and putting them into her bag. The wool was itchy against her bare ass, but it only served to excite her.

She reached down into the bag again and pulled out the small box. The two chrome balls inside were cold to the touch. She warmed them in her hands, shaking them to hear the bells gently ringing inside. She put one to her mouth; it was still a little bit cool. Parting her lips, she sucked it inside. It fit easily, but she did not like the feel of the metal against her teeth. She tried to get the second one in, but it would not fit. She swapped the two spheres. The first, dripping with her saliva, she pressed against her other lips. She was surprised at how wet she was. She slid the ball between her labia, getting it wetter, then rubbed it gently against her clitoris. Rhiannon was worried that she might drop the Ben Wa ball, so she pressed it up into her body. She had always prided herself on being tight, but the metal sphere eased its way into her pussy with almost no resistance. She was terribly turned on by what she was doing. The other ball came out of her mouth and followed its mate. She now had both balls inside her.

She had masturbated in toilet stalls before, but this was different. Leaning against the door, she held the balls inside with one finger while she worked her clit with another. Although she was alone in the bathroom, she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. When she came, she let out the breath she had been holding and her knees nearly buckled. She thought about putting her panties back on, but the instructions about this were quite specific, she was to wear nothing beneath the short skirt.

She put on her jacket, hefted her bag onto her shoulder and started out the door. She was uncomfortably aware of the two balls jangling around inside her. She clenched her ass in an attempt to keep them inside. This made her walk with a rather stiff gait. She pictured herself halfway across the sunny station hall and the two balls falling from between her legs and rolling across the tile floor. Everyone would see. They'd see she had those things up inside her and they would all know. They would point at her and laugh! She imagined the humiliation and squeezed her legs together while concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

So intent was she on getting to the exit that she almost failed to see the couple crossing her path. They were so engaged in conversation that they did not notice the college girl staring fixedly ahead, making her way stiff-legged to the doors. Rhiannon stopped just short of bumping into them and gasped as the balls seemed to slip down inside her. She squeezed her ass as she fought to keep her balance. She had only a few more paces to the door and then to the safety of the taxi.

It wasn't until the automated doors opened that she realized that her brow was damp with perspiration. The cab was only a few more paces away. She gingerly climbed into the first car, holding her bag with one hand and putting the other secretively between her legs.

She fished the note out of her jacket pocket and handed the address to the driver. He pulled away and tried to make polite conversation. She politely responded, but pointedly did not engage him, staring out the window at the city where she once made her home.

Once she was sure the driver would not interrupt her, she put the bag on her left knee and causally felt around inside. This was merely a ruse. Her other hand hiked up her short skirt and fingers explored the cleft between her legs. She was sopping. It was a wonder the Ben Wa balls did not drop from her on that excruciating walk across the hall.

When a fingertip slipped over her clitoris, she nearly orgasmed. The written instructions were pretty clear about this, too. She was to play with herself on the taxi ride, but was forbidden to cum. Rhiannon didn't know how she could do it. She feared another touch would send her into orbit. She slid a finger inside and touched the warm metal ball there. She could feel it move as she rocked in her seat; feel the bells move inside. She used two fingers to gently massage her inner labia. That was the safest action. She slouched down in the seat, legs apart, and rubbed her soft pussy lips, careful to stay away from her aching clit. Her mind drifted into a white fog of self-indulgent pleasure.

She thought about the message she had received from her friend, an older man she had known for some years. They had been lovers briefly, but she was looking for a serious relationship. She had not seen him for nearly a year as he was constantly traveling for work, but they did correspond occasionally. When he offered her an opportunity to return to Montreal for a week and to make enough money that she wouldn't regret the time off work, Rhiannon was first intrigued, then excited at the possibility.

She had a love-hate relationship with the city. She had gone to college here and it was a source of both good times and bad. She agreed to the trip if for nothing but an opportunity to escape the boredom of the small town where she had spent most of her life. She thought of this trip as a sort of working vacation. She thought of old boyfriends and the girls she had known. She knew she would see none of them this time. Maybe next time. “Next time?” she thought to herself.

The cab driver turned off the thoroughfare. She floated up from her revery, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. She was very near her old college; she recognized the buildings. As the cab made its way through the residential area, she knew she would soon be at her destination. She would have to stop playing with herself. She checked the fabric beneath her ass. It was thoroughly soaked with her juices. She was thankful that the fabric was dark and would not show. She sucked her fingers clean before going into her bag for her wallet.

She brought with her what was left of her meager paycheck from the week before. After paying the phone bill, the train ticket and and some snacks for the trip, there was not much left. She eyed the taxi meter. She had enough to cover the fare, a reasonable tip and a bit left over. She handed the driver the money as she opened the door to get out.

She could not remember when she had last been on that street. She recognized the apartment blocks behind her and the two-story buildings in front of her. She usually confused which house was his, but he had tied promised to tie a ribbon to the door handle so she could quickly recognize his place. What if he had forgotten? She panicked as she watched the cab pull away; she had forgotten to take back the note with the address! She hesitated to go running down the street after the cab, but it was too late anyway. She looked back at the houses trying to remember which was his. She saw the ribbon on the handle and relaxed a little.

As she approached the stairs, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She had completely forgotten the Ben Wa balls, but they stayed put as she ascended the steps to the door. She pressed the buzzer briefly, then put her hand on the doorknob. It was unlocked … just as he said it would be.