0 comments/ 24269 views/ 1 favorites The Supper By: silverace1 The rest of that next day sped past. I went home, threw together some microwave dinner (the way of the bachelor) and sat in front of the television to watch the news and later, some inane movie. None of it registered since all I could think about was the next evening and you! In the morning and early afternoon of the next day, I spent several hours in the office polishing off a report due on Monday and then went for a scheduled - and much needed - haircut and beard trim. I decided to treat myself to some new wardrobe so hit an upscale men's shop and picked up a lambskin soft velour shirt in pale yellow , some tan slacks that nicely offset it and to top it off, a linen sports jacket in almost a pale wheat color. The outfit was completed with thin silk socks and slip-on brown loafers. Guess I must have wanted to impress you: by the time I got out of the shop, I was $600 lighter but felt great! I haven't treated myself to new clothes for years. On the way home with my purchases (it was now almost 4:30), I stopped at the wine shop and picked out 3 bottles of wine - one a light rose, one a very good white and the last, a quality champagne. I meant to be prepared! I had time to get home and have a long soak in the tub. For some reason I couldn't define, I shaved every inch of my body and rinsed all the hair clean. My skin felt softer than it ever had and when I slipped my hand to my balls and cock and felt how smooth they were, I almost came in my hand. Oops! Not a good idea. Dressing and checking myself out in the mirror - not bad for an old guy! - I left the condo and drove to your house, arriving at the appointed hour. Actually, I was about 15 minutes early I was so excited - like I was a teenager on a first date - that I drove around your block several times until I could pull into your driveway. I walked - a little nervously - up to your door and reached out to knock and the door flew open! There you stood with the backlight of the hallway outlining your upper body through the sheer material of your open shirt; it was tied in a loose knot just under your breasts and from the sign of your nipples pushing at the front, you were either wearing a very thin or no bra! Below the expanse of very flat abdomen showing was a pair of low slung palazzo pants in black crepe that reached the floor at your bare feet (such beautiful long toes!) and was tied with a sash at the waist. As you stood there - one hand holding the door open and the other on your cocked hip, you smiled and said "Well you dashing letch! Are you going to close your jaw and come in or shall I be eating alone?" The tinkle of your laughter shook me out of my daze and I brushed by you - this time it was only the smell of freshly washed skin that drifted from your warm body. Shortly after starting work, I had informed you of my allergy to perfumes and smoke and you immediately stopped wearing them. As I stuttered my greeting and handed you the wine, I remarked on how wonderful you looked and how different from work! "You look pretty spiffy yourself; something new just for me?" you asked coyly. "Actually; yes" I replied. "I wanted to make a good impression" I blurted out. "Well, you have! Now come into the kitchen and help me finish preparing the dinner and pour us each a glass of that wine, will you?" I followed you into the kitchen - as well organized as the office - and we completed the delicious dinner preparations and sat in companionable discussion while we ate and finished the first bottle of wine and started the second. I helped you load the dishwasher and it started its quiet hum as you led me into your very comfortable sitting room for coffee and liqueurs. We sat at opposite ends of the long sofa (you only had a couple of antique and quite uncomfortable looking chairs otherwise) and we shared our life stories. As we rested our hands along the back of the sofa, our fingertips just brushed together and it felt like a jolt of electricity had passed through my body. I fought it and pulled slowly away just leaving our hands a hair's breadth apart. It seemed like only minutes had passed but when I glanced at my watch, I noted that it was 11:30 and the second bottle of wine was empty and I felt I had overstayed my welcome. "I should leave - it's getting late" I said as I tried to stand but I stumbled back. "I think you are a little too tipsy top drive home tonight," you said. "I have a guest bedroom and you should stay here tonight" Without taking any argument, you helped me up and led me down the hall to a tastefully decorated bedroom with a bathroom leading to a shared bathroom with the master bedroom. "Good night; I'll see you in the morning, Don" as you reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips and were gone. You pulled the door closed behind you softly and I undressed - hanging my clothes up carefully and fell naked into bed after quickly relieving myself of all the wine. I feel fast asleep feeling a sense of well-being that I hadn't felt for months. I don't know how long I had slept when something awake me fully. There was a stream of flickering light coming through the open bathroom door and I heard a strange noise. As I crawled out of bed and made my way through the bathroom - the door to the master bedroom was open as well - I stepped into the doorway and my eyes fell upon an angelic sight. There, in the middle of your king-sized bed, you were lying with your knees drawn up and spread apart. Your hips were thrust high in the air and your head and shoulders were resting on a pillow. Your face was turned away from me and candles were flickering around the room casting their magic light across your golden skin. What drew me closer quietly was the long silver vibrator I saw in your hands which were straining between your legs and holding it deep inside your dripping pussy. As you cried out "Please fuck me Don!" under your breath, I came to immediate attention - my cock was rock hard and almost immediately leaking precum! What I next noticed was that you were shaven completely smooth - from around your exposed puckered rear to the lips of your stretched pussy around the pounding metal 'cock'! It was almost kismet - that night, I had also shaved myself totally as if I knew! As I drew nearer to the bed, you turned your head and. smiling at me said "What took you so long? I have been waiting for what seems like hours for that cock and now that it's here, I want it NOW!" You reached out and, grabbing me by the outreach of my hard cock, pulled me onto the bed beside you. "Fuck me hard with my little friend and lick my asshole, please BOSS?" you giggled. Always a believer in good employer/employee relationships, I complied and soon was burying my tongue deep into your ass (loved the musky taste) and was shoving the long slim vibrator as far inside you as it would go! With my free hand, I reached around and quickly found your clit and as I started to rub it, you shuddered in a massive rolling orgasm. Your anal muscles clamped down on my thrusting tongue deep inside you and I had to hold the small of your back so you wouldn't be hurt yourself on the solid metal vibrator. As you came down, I withdrew the vibrator and threw it aside and you turned over so I lay on top of you. You wrapped your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist and drew me into your lips for a long lingering kiss. “I have wanted this since the first day I came into your office but I respected your obvious wishes for a business-like relationship. Every night I have come home and masturbated myself to sleep and dreams of us together. Now I have you, I am not letting this go even if I have to quit!" you rushed out in almost a single breath. Grinning down at you, I assured you "I have hardly slept since we met that interview day. I have had constant wet dreams and had to bring myself off almost every night as well. And remember after you left the interview that first day? Before I left for the day, I had such a hard on, I unzipped myself and stroked myself to a mind blowing climax into a Kleenex right under my desk!" Once we had shared our mutual frustrations, you pulled your legs high and asked me to sink my hard cock into your cunt and fuck you hard and long. With your legs on my shoulders and your slim ankles crossed and locked behind my neck, my cock slid all the way into you to your cervix in one uncontrolled motion. Your pussy muscles and the power in your legs seemed to be milking my cock as I was held immobile and it seemed like only a matter of minutes that I felt myself boiling over to fill you with my hot thick cum! As it bathed your depths, you cried out as your own series of major orgasms struck and you just kept pulling more and more from me until I felt completely drained! Still, your muscles kept at me until I could feel my cock miraculously growing to its full erective state again. "Now, please slide that wonderful cock into my ass! I have dreamed of this for so long!" you moaned. Pulling out of your pussy with a noisy plop, I positioned my cum-covered cock at your puckered hole and it was sucked right in with your hungry sphincter. You were so warm and tight; like a hand in a warm silk glove gripping and massaging my cock! I was buried to the hilt and, with your legs spread wide as you gripped your ankles, I was able to finally lower my head to devour those breasts and nipples that have been teasing me and living in my dreams for weeks! And what a magnificent feat they are; the nipples have grown to almost 3/4' long and are much engorged with passion as I suck firmly on them. I open my mouth to try to swallow as much of each tit as I can - the feel of the silky skin on my lips is driving me insane with desire. Your hips are pumping around my buried cock now so that I feel a swelling in my shaft which fills you even more and then an uncontrollable explosion of cum as I shoot deep inside your bowels. The heat of my cum and the rubbing of our shaven pubes together also drives you to the edge and we cum together crying out loudly our love for each other! I fall to the side after lowering your legs and we hug and kiss over and over as my cock finally softens and slides from your hot beautiful bum. After we rest for a few moments, you arise and, taking my hand, lead me into the big shared bathroom and turn on the shower as I stand at the toilet to pee. You turn to watch me and, reaching out, hold my flaccid cock to direct the stream of yellow urine into the bowl. After flushing, you sit down and spread your legs as I crouch down in front of you. I reach between your legs and 'return' the favor by spreading the puffy lips of your pussy to allow a full stream of your own warm pee to flow. Some strikes my fingers and - hopefully not grossing you out - I lick my fingers and taste my own cum mixed with you. Not unpleasant at all! We climb into the shower and lathering up, wash each other completely. Although your attentions to my cock have me fully aroused once again (amazing!), you tell me I have to wait until we are in bed - you have another plan and desire to fulfill. We quickly fall back into bed and I soon learn what you had in mind as you straddle my face lowering your freshly scrubbed pussy open wide to my mouth and lips while you lower your body to mine and devour my cock to the root in one swallow. As I pull and suck on the outer lips of your puffy cunt, you are sucking and tonguing my cock like you haven't eaten in days! Your tongue laps at the precum that covers the dome of my glans and licks around the most sensitive parts of that vital organ. Meanwhile your soft hands are cradling my recently shaved balls and rolling them slowly. My tongue drives deep into your inviting pussy and then to your clit which I suck between my lips. I replace my tongue in your cunt with three firm fingers and reach to the front of your pussy to press and rub on that G-Spot. As another series of orgasms - both clitoral and from the magic G - shake your body, you open your throat and swallow the rest of my cock as I cum in thick ropey streams that roll down your throat! You continue to milk every drop from me as I continue to lash you clit and finger fuck you deeply. As you are slowing down, I leave my thumb in your pussy and drive the two fingers into your rear end and you groan out around my cock "Oh god, yes! Fuck me!" It is finally over! We are both exhausted and, at least for tonight, we are spent. We still have tomorrow baby, before we have to face reality and return to work but for now, sleep and a time to restore our energy! I get up and turn off the bathroom light and extinguish the candles and climb back into your loving arms for a blissful night of sleep - the best I have had in forever now that I have found you! The Supper Club Chapter One. Russian Banya NYC. I pay at the usual cramped, untidy little office. Maria takes my money and smiles. Never much chat. I head into the locker area. Tuesdays are 'women only' in this East Village bath house where you leave your modesty behind. The owners could throw a lick of paint at the crumbling facade and inside isn't much better. The changing rooms are spartan and incredibly tiny. As usual, I leave my clothes in a locker and off I go - ready to sweat. This is the best $30 I spend in the week. There are no frills in this banya but that's the attraction for me. A couple of women in their 50s say 'hello' politely as they squeeze past me naked to retrieve their clothes from their lockers. It can become comical when you have more than four in this very tight space. The large Russian room is my favorite, always incredibly hot with buckets of cold water you can dump over yourself. I always head there first. I sit and work up a sweat and think about my menu tonight. Too much fish? Fuck it. I've got all the ingredients now. Even though nerdy@foodielover.com has asked me a dozen questions online about how I'm cooking the hake, I'm confident it will be fine. It always is. That's the thing wth hosting supper clubs. You sure meet some weird people. I've been here for at least an hour when I see a woman that looks familiar walk into the Russian room. She's mid 20s and toned. The sweat is gushing out of me. This room is fucking hot and suddenly feels like it has got even hotter. I smile and say hello and start to ponder where I know her from. I can tell she is thinking the same from her glance. Then it clicks. My eyes travel over her every time we lose eye contact. Her tits are firm and pert and she has that cute, dark landing strip between her thighs that drives men wild. And me. "Prawn risotto, baked cod, followed by pavlola" she remembers with gusto. She looks suitably pleased with herself. "Did I meet you at a supper club in Brooklyn one night?" I ask. "Yeah, that's where I knew you from" she replies. I was about to tell her I didn't recognise her without her clothes but caught myself on just in time. "You know, I think you're right. And what a pavlova!" I tell her. It was a small gathering that night but great company. One that ended up with me drinking too much pinot grigio for a change, passing out and puking in the hallway. Not before I had dragged the 56 year old host, James, into the bathroom and sucked him till he erupted in my mouth. Actually, make that devour his dick. And what a dick. Thick, circumcised, veiny and hairy. That's one thing I should tell you about myself. I never forget a prick, no matter how drunk I get. Just when I was remembering about what a heavy cummer he was and just how much of that stuff he actually produced to even surprise me, my bathhouse friend, whose name still escaped me, giggles "You made quite an impression on James that night from what I remember". We both laugh loudly. "Oh Christ" I reply. "He was a bit creepy but sure...". We laugh again. I'm already thinking about how I enjoyed her company that night and whether I can get another fillet of hake and if she can make it tonight. Maybe I'm racing ahead I think. I'm starting to feel like i might pass out but I'm in no hurry to end this chat or the view. I need some cold water on me and I suggest we empty a bucket over ourselves to withstand this fierce heat. I lift a bucket and throw it over myself. It feels amazing. My nipples are erect now and my cunt is starting to tingle. I suggest we go to the plunge pool which is normally refreshingly cold. She says she has never been here before but a friend in her work told her to try it out. I tell her I come here before most of my supper clubs. It's great to relax and plan the evening ahead. We leave the ferocity of the Russian room and shower together. Then I hover over the plunge pool and dip a nervous toe in. Christ, it's colder than I remember. I stand on the edge and jump straight down. As i come to the surface I'm gasping and fighting to get a breath from the shock. My body is turning blue and my supper club friend is looking aghast. The pool is only about 2m x 2m so there is never more than two or three bathers at any time. Without wanting to lose face, she shuffles over to the edge of the pool. I move back to allow her jumping space and encourage her to jump. She counts to three and goes for it. I'm impressed. She comes to the surface in shock. One thing is for certain, she isn't hanging around in it. I watch her climb the ladder out of the pool and am treated to the most delightful view of her firm ass moving from side to side, then her beautiful pussy lips are pouting in front of my eyes. Smooth lips with that lovely Brazilian waxing. She rushes to a warm shower and I join her in the adjacent open shower. "Christ, I should have dipped my toe in first. How do you stay in there for more than 10 seconds?" she asks. "I suppose you get used to it" I reply. Even I am shocked at just how cold it is today. "Fancy grabbing a coffee? I know a great coffee spot close by" I ask. "Sure. Sounds good." says my new friend. "Listen I'm sorry I can't remember your name. I'm Helen" she says drying herself off in the changing room. "How rude of me. I'm Lucy" as we shake hands naked, a more bizarre thing I've never done. She dusts her body with talc and slips on a pair of white panties with lace trim. Her bra is matching. I wish I's put more effort into my underwear choice this morning as I haul on a pair of multipack blue pants which look so unsexy in comparison to Helen. My white bra completes a disjointed look. We make it for coffee a few blocks away, Helen orders a macchiato and I go for my usual skinny latte. We chat about the supper club night we met at, with the guests, food and even the size of James' penis all getting a mention. I tell Helen I am hosting one tonight and if she is free I'd love her to come. She looks delighted at my invitation and says that she'd love to make it. At least now there will be one familiar face in my madhouse tonight. The Supply Closet It was the beginning of summer and that always meant that the new interns would soon be shuffling in fresh-faced, eager and naïve. Everything we all were once but lost for one reason or another. But it'd been four years for Sara. She could have taken any other internship she wanted but she always came back. I don't think she even needed to intern with us since this was her last year and she was planning on going to law school. Most of the gossip around the office pointed toward the fact that Sara was the boss' niece but I knew better. Sara came back for me. Knowing that Sara was coming always made my stomach flutter. For some reason, I was always nervous around her. But then she'd corner me in the supply closet and I'd forget my own name. It was my lips she craved, my pussy she ached for, my strong arms holding her down that she came back for year after year. And oh man was she delicious. Sara always tasted like salt water taffy. Tart and sweet yet the perfect combination of wet and soft. And at the same time, she was the epitome of refined. She had full, chestnut brown hair. She was long, lean and graceful. Her face looked like it was made to be framed by glittering jewelry and fine clothes. Perfect, pouty red lips. Small, pointed breast with the most mouthwatering nipples. Soft, shaved pussy lips that I swear she moisturized daily. Freshly manicured and pedicured. Just perfect. The first year I met her, I was fresh out of art school. I swear I did my best to soften my butchy look. I made an attempt to wear tinted lip-gloss and even tried my hand at skirts and heels. But I couldn't go through with it and in the end, I decided a compromise would have to do and settled for wearing a bit of rouge. Sara had just begun working on her BA in English Literature at Columbia. She had nothing to do that summer so Madeline (the boss) decided that she would pair us so that I could help entertain Sara. The fact that I was new myself didn't register with Madeline but I was more than happy to help. I don't know what it was, but I swore I saw a mischievous twinkle in Sara's eyes and thought that, at the very least, babysitting the boss' niece would break up the monotony of the workday. At the time, the job was something to do. But the minute I met Sara, she was something I wanted to do for now or for always. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that my pussy wept just thinking about her and I always looked forward to the arrival of the summer interns. On the morning of her first day, I led Sara into the supply closet to show her where everything was and noticed that Sara was observing my movements and instructions from across the room but she didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes were intently focused on my mouth and she'd clasped her hands tightly behind her back, like she was hiding something. I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed her lips quirk into a sly smile. "Isn't there something more fun we could be doing? I mean really," Sara drawled like she was already done with this part of orientation. "Well, Ms. Huxley. I think we can probably take a break for a bit and talk about Madeline's schedule..." "Fuck Madeline's schedule," Sara slurred. "Tell me about you. You obviously like me so tell me what it is you like about me. And my name is Sara." It took several second before I could form a sentence. "Well Sara. I'm not sure what that has to do with the office. I think Madeline really wants you to get familiar with the office so that you could help out this summer." I couldn't hide the stuttering in my voice and the wetness that was forming between my legs was becoming a distraction. "Oh hush," she whispered and stalked toward me, stopping in just a few short strides. She pressed herself against me and, without a word, she crushed her lips to mine and I melted into her sweet, hot breath. I tried to keep my hands from clawing at her but couldn't find a place to put them. It didn't help that she'd grabbed both of my hands, placed them on her tits and squeezed. "Oh yeah," she uttered breathlessly. "Show me what you want." Her words caused my mind to stir in confusion. Was she new to this? Had she ever been with a woman? My question was answered when her knee jammed into my crotch. This girl knew what she was doing. She slowly rubbed her knee against my clit and I moaned in response and moved my hands to her waist to pull her close. She was so hot and eager, it took every ounce of control not to swallow her whole. The friction against my clit was so delicious, I almost forgot where we were. I pulled away for a split second in protest but suddenly she was sucking me through my blouse, creating a wet spot where my hard nipple was trying to poke through. And I didn't want to break away. We became a tangle of hands and legs, tongues and mouths, soft moans and muffled cries. Hands began to slip under waistbands and eventually we found ourselves glued to the wall, impaled on slick fingers pumping in and out furiously. I was no longer myself but a wild, feral animal, desperately trying to mount Sara, the boss' niece. And I couldn't stop. I was so close and I knew she was too by the way she was whimpering against my neck, swirling her tongue over and over again on the same wet spot. It wasn't until we heard voices outside of the door and heard the doorknob begin to turn that she put her hand over my mouth, buried her face in my shoulder and we cried out in silent ecstasy. We came together while listening to Madeline ask a staffer where I'd taken her niece, and why we were taking so long. We came while the staffer jiggled the doorknob several times, nervously trying to show her that the supply closet was closed and that there was no way we'd be in there. It took several minutes to steady ourselves and for the voices to move away from the door. When the voices finally faded, we giggled uncontrollable at how close we came to being discovered. And for so many other reasons. I eventually realized that the room reeked of sex and that we were slick with sweat and our own juices. I moved quickly to straighten my clothes but Sara placed her lips inches away from mine. "Baby, don't move," she breathed. "Let's give it a minute and get to know each other. Tell me about you." That was four years ago. And this morning as I was getting ready for work, I smiled at the fact that it was summer again and that I would be spending so much time showing Sara Huxley the ropes...again. If it made the boss happy, who was I to complain? The Supply Room at Work Kelly walked into the supply room and started searching the shelves for the legal pads. She heard the door open and close and then the turning of the lock. She turned and saw John approaching her. "John, why did you lock the door?" Kelly asked. "To keep people from just walking in on us." John said. "What do you mean? Why would it matter if someone came in?" Kelly asked. "You and I need to talk and it wouldn't be good to have someone walk in on us." John said. "What do you mean? What do we need to talk about?" Kelly asked. "We need to talk about you." John said. "What about me?" Kelly asked. John walked up close to Kelly backing her into the corner. "I thought I should tell you that there are some bets going around the office about you." John said. Kelly was trembling as John stood almost on top of her as she stood in the corner. "Bets? About me?" Kelly asked. "Yes...people around here will bet on anything...just to make the days more interesting. People in the office have been betting on you for a long time...the problem with betting on you is that nobody has won yet because nobody knows the answers to the questions that they're betting on." John said. "Answers? What kind of answers?" Kelly asked. "Wouldn't you rather know the questions first?" John asked. "Ye...yes." Kelly said. John lowered his hands to Kelly's hips. He started pulling her skirt up gathering the material in his hands as he lifted it. Kelly was too shocked to react. "Wha...what are you doing?" Kelly asked. "Asking one of the questions and getting the answer. The question was do you wear stockings or pantyhose. From the looks of things I'm one of the few that won that bet. Most people were certain you wore pantyhose." John said. He touched Kelly's bare skin along the top of her stockings...she shivered. He slipped his fingers down between the stockings and her skin and pulled them slowly until he reached the garter. His fingers followed the garter up Kelly's legs. Kelly's whole body was trembling. John let go of Kelly's skirt and it fell back down into place. Kelly was relieved until she felt John's hands move from her hips around her back searching out the zipper on the back of her skirt. "Wha...what...are you doing?" Kelly asked. "I'm asking more questions and getting the answers." John said. John slowly unzipped the skirt and let it fall around Kelly's ankles. Kelly gasped when she felt John's hands on the bare cheeks of her ass. He began squeezing her ass. He smiled. "The second question was what kind of panties you wear. It looks like I win again...I was the only one that bet you wear a thong...several people said granny panties, but I knew better than that." John said. John moved his hands around in front of Kelly and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Please...please don't." Kelly said. "Shh." John said. Kelly tried to resist, but John pushed her hands away. Once it had been unbuttoned John opened the blouse and pushed it so that it slid off of Kelly's shoulders and fell down her arms. "The third question that we bet on was whether the woman that always wears the perfectly matched outfit also wore perfectly matched underwear. It looks like I win again...a perfectly coordinated bra/panty/garter-belt set. I knew you weren't the type to just put on whatever was at the top of the drawer. It's very nice...you have excellent taste in lingerie." John said. Kelly's entire body was trembling and her face and upper chest were blushing bright red as she stood in the corner of the supply room with her skirt around her ankles, her blouse slid down to her elbows, leaving her in just her lingerie. Kelly felt helpless as a man that was supposed to be her subordinate had complete control of her. "John...please...please stop this." Kelly begged. "Stop? We can't stop yet...we haven't answered all of the questions that we've been betting on yet Kelly. Let's see...what were some of those other bets? Oh...I remember." John said. John pulled Kelly's blouse the rest of the way off letting it fall to the floor with her skirt. He moved his hands up Kelly's arms and up onto her shoulders. He hooked his fingers into the shoulder straps of Kelly's bra and started pulling them towards her shoulders. Kelly reached up to try to stop him. "John...stop this now...please...I beg of you." Kelly said. "I can't stop...we have more questions to answer." John said. John gently pushed Kelly's hands away then returned his hands to the shoulder straps of her bra. He pulled them off of her shoulders. One at a time he pulled her arms out of the straps. Finally he reached up and hooks his fingers in the cups of Kelly's bra and pulled it down releasing her breasts. John pulled the bra around her body so that the hooks were in the front. He unhooked the bra and it dropped to the floor. "Ha...I'm really good at this. Another question that we were betting on was the size of your nipples. Most people bet that your nipples were small with tiny areolas...I bet they were the size of 50 cent pieces or bigger...so I win that bet too." John said. John raised his hands to Kelly's breasts and his thumbs gently made circles around the large areolas of Kelly's nipples. Kelly shivered at his touch. She nearly screamed from the surprise as John grasped both of her breasts firmly in his hands. "The most popular question that we were betting on was whether your breasts were real or if you had implants. Almost nobody thought they got this big and perfect on their own...most bet they were implants, but not me...I knew they were real. I've felt fake breasts before...these are real...these are 100% Kelly...aren't they?" John asked. Kelly looked at John as John continued to hold and squeeze her breasts. "Answer the question...say it...say that they're real." John said. "Yes...yes they're real. I don't have implants." Kelly said in a near whisper. "I knew it. I'm gonna collect a lot of money on that one. They're absolutely beautiful Kelly...and 100% real. Okay...what else did we bet on...let's see...oh I remember the next one." John said. John slowly moved his hands down Kelly's sides. He reached her panties and slid his fingers inside the waist band. Kelly put her hands on his. "John please...stop this now...please...haven't you had enough fun at my expense already? Please don't take this any farther." Kelly sobbed. "I can't stop when we're so close to the end Kelly." John said. John slid his fingers further under the waistband of Kelly's panties and pulled them down to about mid thigh. It was far enough to fully expose her pussy though. "Well what do you know...it's like I know you or something Kelly. I haven't gotten one answer wrong yet. In case you haven't guessed this question was the state of your pubic hair. There were a lot of options to bet on for this one. People put money on everything from wild and wooly to neatly trimmed even down to the landing strip, but nobody thought you'd be completely shaved...except for me that is." John said. John delicately ran his hand over the area that had been stripped of all traces of any pubic hair. "Oh...you don't shave do you...you're a wax job girl...aren't you?" John asked. Kelly's body quivered as John gently rubbed her bald pubic mound. "Tell me...you wax...don't you?" John asked. "Yes." Kelly whispered. "Well Kelly when you came in here you were dressed all prim and proper with a skirt and a nice blouse on with a matched lingerie set neatly concealed underneath, but let's have a look at you now. You've got your skirt bunched up around your ankles where it's sure to wrinkle. Your smart and very professional blouse has been dropped carelessly to the floor at your feet. Your bra has been taken off and tossed aside leaving you completely topless. Your panties have been pushed down your thighs leaving your bald vagina fully exposed. The only clothing that you're still wearing completely are your garter belt, stockings, and high heels. I want you to finish taking your panties off and take off your shoes, garter belt, and stockings." John said. "What?" Kelly asked in a surprised whisper. "You heard me Kelly. Take them off." John said. Kelly looked at John...out in the office she was his boss...his superior...but here in the supply room he was in charge. Her previous attempts to resist had proven useless so without giving it much thought Kelly pushed her panties the rest of the way down her legs. To get out of them she had to step out of her skirt...she kicked it and her panties to the side. She then slipped out of her shoes and unclipped her stockings from the garter belt and slowly pushed them down her legs. After removing the stockings Kelly took off the garter belt leaving her standing completely naked. Kelly stood nervously trembling in the corner that John had backed her into. She looked on in horror as John gathered up her clothes. When he had collected her skirt, blouse, bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings John walked over to one of the supply cabinets put her clothes inside, locked the door, and put the key to the cabinet in his pocket. He then turned to face Kelly. "Now Kelly...you have two options. Option #1 you do what I say. If you do as you're told then when it's over I'll give you the key, you can get your clothes back, and you can walk out of here fully clothed. Option #2 you refuse to do what I say. If you refuse to do as I say I will walk out of here right now leaving you standing there completely naked and then I'll send people to come in here to get supplies. The choice is yours, but decide quickly or I'll decide for you." John said. Kelly looked at John. She knew that even if she did as he said there was still a chance he would walk out without giving her the key, but if she didn't do as he said he would definitely walk out without giving her the key. She realized that she was in no position to refuse. "Okay John...you win." Kelly said. John smiled. "I thought you'd see it my way. Now...come over and sit on this desk." John said. Kelly walked over and sat on the desk. "Okay...now spread your legs wide and play with yourself." John said. "What?" Kelly asked. "Hey...you agreed to do as you're told. Either play with yourself or I'll leave and take the key with me." John said. Knowing she had no choice Kelly opened her legs and moved her right hand to her pussy. Kelly had been filled with fear since John had started stripping her out of her clothes, but as she touched her pussy she found that it was incredibly wet. The fear had aroused her. She was actually excited to have been stripped naked and told what to do by her subordinate. Kelly began rubbing her pussy. She kept her eyes turned towards the floor so she didn't make eye contact with John. Even though she was aroused by the situation the fear she was experiencing made it difficult for her to get close to an orgasm. After 10 minutes of playing with herself she still wasn't close. "If you want your clothes back you're going to have to cum." John said. With tears in her eyes Kelly concentrated on making herself cum. She rubbed her pussy as hard and as fast as she could while stroking her thumb over her clit. After another few minutes Kelly finally had an orgasm. Her body went limp on the desk as she tried to catch her breath. "That was very good. Now...get on your hands and knees on the desk and play with yourself that way." John said. Kelly looked at John. She could see that he was serious so she moved to her knees and reached back between her legs and rubbed her pussy again. She had an easier time making herself cum the second time. When Kelly had cum she slumped forward onto the desk. "That was hot Kelly. Now...sit up and lick your nipples." John said. Kelly rolled over into an upright position. She lifted her breasts and licked her nipples. "Very good. Now...make yourself cum again." John said. Kelly...exhausted from cumming twice already lowered her hand between her legs again and did her best to make herself cum quickly. When she finally had her third orgasm she lay back on the desk breathing heavily. "Okay...it's close to quitting time so I guess that's enough." John said. "Can I have my clothes back?" Kelly asked meekly. John looked at her. "Well...I suppose you did a pretty good job doing as you were told. I guess you can have them back." John said. John pulled the key out of his pocket, unlocked the cabinet, grabbed Kelly's clothes, and handed them to her. Kelly put them on as quickly as she could fearing that John would open the door before she was fully dressed. John waited until Kelly was fully dressed and they both walked to the door together. When the door opened John and Kelly stepped out of the supply room and suddenly heard the cheers and applause of all of their co-workers. "Hell of a show...hell of a show John. I collected up all of the bets that you won. There's over $1,500 in here." Thomas said. Thomas handed John a Ziploc bag full of money. Kelly was confused...John looked at her and smiled. "They all sat and watched us on the hidden cameras that we put in the supply room." John said. "Oh my god...so you all saw..." Kelly said. She turned bright red with embarrassment. "We saw it all. We all saw you crack. We all saw your bitchy exterior fall away under John's skillful direction. I for one am glad that it's gone." Robert said. Robert was the owner and president of the company. Kelly was crying, but John put his arm around her. "Oh come on...it wasn't that bad. Let's go get something to eat." John said. Kelly looked up at John. "You expect me to have dinner with you after you...you..." Kelly said. "I didn't do anything to you that you didn't let happen. Come on...we'll go get some dinner, you'll drink some wine...and you'll feel a lot better about all of this." John said. John held out his hand. Kelly was confused and embarrassed, but she wasn't mad. She reached for John's hand and let him lead her out of the building.