The context
A one day conference that took place earlier this week that I attented. Approximately a thousand participants, from 0800 to 1700, followed by a networking evening from 1700 to 1900.

The mission
Be a stupid slut, try not to get caught, probably get caught, fuck the ones that do catch me, have fun, and try not to ruin my reputation and career.

The Tools
A company issued polo, a pencil skirt, stockings, garter and lingerie. More importantly, my Lush, controlled by a remote operator who knows of my schedule.

The operation
0730: I met some of my colleagues at the office and we carpooled to the event. Nothing to report for the duration of the ride, just normal conversations as it was too early to already be expanding the battery of the tool.

0745: We arrived at the site, settled in and slowly met some other colleagues of ours as they arrived one by one. Basic conversations continued and I did not get any communication from the operator.

0830: The opening keynote started. Still no contact from the operator. I try not to think about it and focus on the presentation instead.

0912: I received a text from my operator, a single wink emoji. I left my seat and made my way to the bathroom. The operator and I set up the tool for use and I got back to the conference floor.

A few minutes later I felt the first vibration of the tool between my legs. It was a slow and weak vibration intended to distract me, before the tool went dormant again. Over the course of the keynote presentation, the tool would randomly start at varying degrees of strength to tease me, but I managed to keep my composure, although I was absent minded.

0945: The keynote ended and the people around me were quick to comment on it. I couldn’t participate, instead trying to conceal my distraction by appearing to focus on the next conference I was going to attend.

0950: I left the main conference room to find the location of my next activity, which was a group workshop.

After finding the room, I sat down at a table and over the course of the next ten minutes or so, seven strangers and two of my colleagues joined me at my table.

1000: The workshop started and I went along with it, and for a good while there was no signs of the operator.

During the workshop, I was startled by a strong vibration. My surprise was enough to be seen by the others at the table, but I brushed off their inquisitive eyes with a simple white lie. This stronger vibration persisted for a while, enough that I could barely contain moans and giggles. I only avoided notice because the activity moved back to the presenters and the vibration.

1039: As the presenters were introducing the next group activity, I was rocked by multiple bursts of strong vibrations. When the latest one wouldn’t subside, I knew I was near my breaking point, so I excused myself and left the room in a hurry.

I frantically looked around for a private corner or a sign to one. I was hurrying towards a bathroom when I was brutally stopped in my tracks by an orgasm. Legs crossed, one hand pressed over my skirt and the other on the wall for stability, I tried to keep silent but a low groan of pleasure was escaping my closed lips.

When I regained some semblance of composure, I saw that there was an older man coming towards me, a maintenance man by the looks of him. He seemed concerned by my apparent malaise. I actually told him the truth, and proposed to him to help me, but his complete lack of understanding of the situation made him refuse.

1042: I am alone in a bathroom stall and the tool is still going strong. Clearly, my operator intended to break me at that point. Making me wince of discomfort since it was so soon after an orgasm, I removed the tool and reported the situation to my operator. They were pleased with themselves and teased me about it. We would have liked to revisit the experience later in the day, but we concluded that there wasn’t enough battery left in the tool.

I reorganized myself and promptly went back to the workshop.

1200: The workshop ended without any more hiccups. My two colleagues and I then rejoined the others in the main conference floor for lunch.

1236: Randomly encountered a guy from my uni cohort from a few years prior. We chatted a bit and I remembered that we did hook up back in the day. Horny and playful, I flirted a bit with him to gauge his reaction. When he returned the flirt, I promptly asked if he would follow me for a blowjob. He accepted with a comment to the effect of my previous proclivities not having changed.

We moved to a bathroom that was farther away from the main conference floor and proceeded with the deed. Nothing particular about this encounter. We kept our clothes, he got his cock out and I did my very best to please him. A few minutes later he came into my mouth. I swallowed so as not to leave a trace for the rest of the day.

1300: The second keynote of the day took place until 1415. I actually tried to pay attention and be professional.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a way to have some fun during the afternoon. Between the actual presentations that seemed to captivate the audience, or at least commanded their respect, and the lack of free time between them, I couldn’t manage to socialize.

I actually thought about skipping my last one and seeing what kind of people I could meet during that time, but I was accosted by a group of my colleagues that were going to the same presentation as I was supposed to go, so I couldn’t skip it without seeming unprofessional.

1700: The main event was done, now it was the networking event.

At first I tagged along with my colleagues since I had nothing better to do, but quickly the group split between some that left altogether and the internal clique of the office. At that point, I decided to explore on my own.

In two different instances, I made contact with men who seemed flirty enough as they were playing the recruitment card on me. When I boldly subverted the conversion towards a more carnal proposal with the first, he shut me down. Seems like he had more moral than to abuse his station to hook up with a young potential hire.

The second one, a man in his 40s but still in shape, however was more receptive, or rather, I didn’t press the issue as much as I did the first. Instead, I casually mentioned that I was hungry and willing to pursue our conversation in another setting. He proposed a restaurant not far from the conference site and off we went.

1853: We made it to this restaurant/bar type place and got seated. Now that we were in a more private setting, we flirted obviously with each other while pretending to talk about “recruitment opportunity”.

1947: We left the restaurant for my place as we pretended I needed the lift, or at least, that it was the gentleman thing to do. Also, I somewhat got the feeling that he wasn’t completely free of attachment.

2004: We arrived at my place and I invited him in. Last chance for him to back out. He didn’t and we had sex.

There was nothing particularly special with him. It reminded me a lot of those few times I escorted, but this time, I was pretending to need him for a job, selling myself for a professional opportunity, which was this dynamic that enhanced the whole thing. Also, it was the first time in a long time that I could consider a proper one night stand, which was also something to make this otherwise normal session a bit better. I also liked to think that he was married and cheating with me, so three non-material things to make me feel like a queen as he pumped to completion.

2052: He left my place and it officially marked the end of the Covert Conference Operation.