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Alerion has been on edge for what feels like an eternity, her jaw clenched in annoyance as she sits beside Tyler while her knuckles are white around the scotch glass she is holding. There’s a soft, constant thrumming between her thighs that only intensifies whenever she shifts in her seat or moves to cross one leg over the other. It had been all Tyler’s idea, considering she’d lost a bet to him the week before. With a bruised ego, Alerion submitted herself towards defeat, defiantly pulling the vibrating underwear on under her dress as she moved to leave the house while hanging off Tyler’s arm. It’s absolute torture she decides, already planning how to pay him back tenfold for his actions and her lips curve up into a devilish smile at the idea. A squeak falls from her lips as the vibrations suddenly intensify, managing to muffle it behind her scotch glass. A side glance in Tyler’s direction only confirms her assumptions that he knew exactly where her train of thought was heading. At an hour into the meeting Alerion swears she’s going to lose her mind, her movements more shaky than usual. Her panties are completely soaked through by this point, struggling to stifle little gasps and moans and Tyler ups the intensity with the little remote in his suit pants pocket. It suddenly stops. It stops and Alerion has a right mind to scream at him from stopping it just as she’s about to cum. She scowls at him, cheeks flushing at the cheeky grin and boyish shrug he sends in her direction. Slowly she rises from the couch, an excuse to not only get herself another drink, but to also regain her composure. She brushes by him, lips hovering inches from his ear. “You’re fucking dead when we get home.” she growls.