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Write Me What to Do

By: Swilly



Jason was standing near the window in his office, gazing out at the east side of the Hyatt that faced his building. When he was bored, he'd stand there and scan the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of something interesting going on in one of the rooms. The frequency with which he did was rather astonishing to him. He never understood why so many people felt hidden in a room that had wide, floor to ceiling windows, but they did. Of course, it was possible that some folks wanted to intentionally put themselves on display. Jason was quite happy that they did.

He had just returned to his desk when one of the claims adjusters entered his office with a file in her hand. She smiled as she dropped the file into his inbox.

"Good morning Mr. Stewart," she jovially said.

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why do you insist on calling me Mr. Stewart, Blair? I'm like only five years older than you."

"Because it's fun to irritate you, Mr. Stewart. Do I need a better reason than that?"

"You're really very easily amused, aren't you Blair?"

Her full red lips parted and spread into a sweet smile before responding. "I'll make a deal with you. One day when you're married, I'll leave the job of annoying you to your wife, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Jason said, waving her away with his hand. "Go get back to work. We don't pay you to bust my balls," he said with a chuckle.

"As you wish Mr. Stewart," Blair replied, a twinkle in her bright blue eyes as she turned and walked out the door.

Jason watched her go, the sway of her hips catching his attention as she did. Damned rules, he thought to himself. He understood quite well why the company had a strict no dating between employees policy, especially between managers and their subordinates. He understood, but that policy had planted him in a special kind of hell.

He managed a group of a dozen claims adjusters, ten of them women. The entire group got along with each other very well, which is why Blair's behavior was not unusual. Despite the fact that they all worked for Jason, the department had a night out together once a month to promote teamwork. As a result, they were all friends as well as colleagues, and they messed with each other unmercifully. Even so, none of them wanted to lose their job, so they all respected the rules and avoided overt flirtation and sexual innuendo while in the office.

The problem for Jason was that each of the women was quite attractive, with one of them more beautiful than the next. One would think that the law of averages would prevent such a thing from occurring, but in this case, one would be wrong. Not only were they attractive, but they were all likable and charming as well. They ranged in age from twenty-two through twenty-seven, and only two of them were married. Three more were involved in relationships. The rest were free agents, free to pursue anyone that wasn't a co-worker, of course.

The dirty dozen, as Jason had taken to calling them, sat in a row of cubicles stretching away from his office. The cubicle walls were low, and they sat six on each side of a center cubicle wall, facing each other. When they finished with a case, they brought it to him for review and approval. He seldom went out by the cubicles, but they frequently came into his office. Although he didn't fixate on them, Jason at times certainly did find himself watching as the women walked in and out of his office. It would be impossible for any straight man to avoid noticing them. 

He grabbed the bottom folder from his inbox, opening the file and glancing at it with little interest. He frowned and let out a sigh before closing it, feeling less than inspired. He wasn't in the mood to do any work, deciding to spend an hour indulging his hobby instead. Jason pulled his small Chromebook out of his briefcase and opened it, bringing up the document he had started the previous evening.

Over the previous year, he had decided to write. He had discovered a website that published erotic stories and decided to try his hand at writing some of his own. He fancied himself a decent author, but more importantly, found that he enjoyed the creative process. No one knew of his little hobby, as he kept it as his own dirty little secret. He would often draw from his everyday experiences, twisting them into erotic tales in his mind.

Jason spent the next hour pounding on the keyboard, making progress on his latest work. It was the first in a planned series of stories written in first person as a woman. In his mind, the character has a mundane office job and she becomes sexually fixated on her boss. The entire series will take her from being an innocent young woman with a crush who progresses into a sexual creature intent on an ever increasing level of debauchery.

Of course, as he wrote Jason could and did picture any one of the beauties that worked for him as being the lead character in his story. How could he not? As such, he decided he'd keep his descriptions of the woman vague enough as to allow any of the ten women to fit the bill. He found himself enjoying writing this story much more than his earlier work, because it gave him an extra thrill as it felt more real somehow.

Once the hour was up, Jason closed his computer and got back to work. The morning flew by and before he knew it, it was time for lunch. He had some errands to run, so he rushed out of the office to ensure he'd be back in time for the meeting he'd scheduled with his group early that afternoon.

•* * * *

Blair looked up from her computer and watched Jason on his way out of the office. She had been busy all morning, and didn't even realize that lunchtime had arrived. She saved the file she was working on and glanced across at her friend Kathy, who sat across from her.

"Are we going to the Tacoteria?" Blair asked.

"I am. I don't know about the other girls, but I've got a craving."

Three of the other girls chimed in as well. The five of them locked their computers and gathered their purses before heading toward the exit.

"I'll drive," Blair said as they walked. 

"I'd drive, but my Smartcar won't fit the five of us too well," said Kayla as she twisted a lock of her raven hair.

"It's no problem," Blair joked. "You can buy me lunch."

"Not me," Kayla laughed. "It's Amber's turn. Or Heather's."

"Oh please," Amber said with a giggle. "I'd drive but I'm low on gas."

"You're always low on gas," Kayla quipped.

The joking continued until they climbed into Blair's Malibu and began the five minute drive to Tacoteria. Once out of the parking lot, Heather leaned forward from the middle seat in the back and started their usual out of office conversation.

"Oh my God. Did you see how blue Jason's eyes look today in that shirt he's wearing? Ridiculous."

"Forget his eyes. Did you see his ass?" Kathy asked from the front seat, blushing as she said it.

"Girl's got it bad," Kayla said with a laugh.

"Well? The guy is stupid hot," Kayla responded. "I swear he is totally clueless about it too, which is even better."

"You're all going to get fired," Amber cautioned. "Then I'll have him all to myself," she said with an evil smile.

Blair drove along quietly, listening to her friends fawn over Jason. It wasn't that she didn't agree with them. She had grown up in a religious family, and hadn't even dated until college. She was essentially an innocent when it came to men and sex. She did have an outgoing personality and would joke around with them, but beyond that, she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn't think it appropriate to share those types of feelings with others.

Blair guided the car into the busy parking lot of the strip mall that housed the Tacoteria and maneuvered into a spot. The women stepped out and went inside, still going on about Jason. Blair thought that the company's policy probably had the reverse effect that what they'd intended. She didn't think there was any way her friends would be so fixated on this man if the company rules had been a little more lax. The lure of forbidden fruit enticed them, and she supposed it might have enticed her too.

The line was long but moved quickly, and the women were soon sitting at a table by the window enjoying their food. They ate at the place at least once a week, since the food was good and the price was low. They chatted in between bites, each of them groaning about the training session that was planned for the afternoon. Finally, they all piled into the car and headed back to the office.

The other half of the department left for lunch when the women returned, and by two-thirty they were all sitting in the conference room, their attention focused on the large screen attached to the far wall of the room. Jason was demonstrating a new claims platform which was going live within the next couple of weeks. During the presentation, the computer lost its data connection, forcing Jason to log back into the system. Everyone managed to avoid falling asleep as the afternoon dragged on. Finally, Jason was finished and fielded the few questions they had before dismissing them for the day.

•* * * *

Blair sat at a raised countertop in her kitchen, picking on a salad for dinner as she browsed the web on her computer. Finding little of interest, she decided to do a web search of the username Jason had used to relog into the system during the meeting, People often used the same user names across multiple sites, and she wondered what she might find using his. Perhaps some crazy political rant, she thought. Maybe his Facebook profile. 

She brought up Google and typed in his username, Stewjaws, and hit return. The page filled with a number of search results, the majority of which showed up because the page contained either Stew or jaws. She browsed through the results, advancing to the next page. There, in the middle of the page, was a result that caught her eye. It was a link to a member profile for Stewjaws on a website that appeared to be some kind of erotic story repository.

Blair's tummy did a little flip as she clicked on the link and examined the profile page that came up. She stared at it, scanning for some definitive proof that this really was something that Jason had set up. Whoever had created the profile had entered precious little information, leaving her with no way to determine whether her suspicions were correct.

She decided to click on the tab labeled stories and a listing appeared, showing story titles, a brief description, a category and the date posted. She clicked on the oldest one and began to read. It was a story about a young man and his first sexual experience. Blair ran through a range of emotions. Initially, she felt embarrassed, then progressed into near mortification, and lastly found herself becoming quite aroused. 

Blair closed her browser three times, feeling shame for even being on such a site. Each time though, curiosity got the better of her and she brought it back up, finishing the first story and reading two others. She was impressed by the quality of the writing. Whoever wrote these stories could easily write what she thought of as a real story. She stayed up past midnight reading, finally forcing herself to go to bed where she rolled around for another hour before falling into a fitful sleep. A different woman might have given herself some relief, but Blair wasn't that kind of woman. She didn't think it right for a woman to do such a thing.

•* * * *

The next morning, Blair finished her first case of the day and brought it into Jason's office. She found herself blushing as she dropped off the file, turning around to leave without saying anything to him.

"Someone's a grump this morning," Jason said with a chuckle. "What happened? Did you not get any sleep?"

Blair turned around and looked at him, blushing even more deeply. "I slept just fine, Mr. Stewart. I'm just very busy today."

"You didn't even say good morning, Blair. That's so out of character for you."

"Well good morning then Mr. Stewart," Blair said with a lopsided smile, now feeling as if her face was on fire.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Something seems different about you today. I'll figure it out, I'm sure," he said with a smile. "It certainly isn't that you've stopped calling me Mr. Stewart. That I do know."

Blair broke out into a genuine smile with that comment, gaining some control of herself. "You let me know if you do, Mr. Stewart. Until then, I have a load of cases to work on."

Blair walked out and over to her desk, sitting down and letting out a deep breath. There was no way those stories were written by him, she thought. He seemed so straight laced in the office. It just wasn't possible. Thinking about the stories made her think about the stories, and she found herself becoming aroused again, which made her blush even more. That was it, she told herself. She would not go back to that website again.

Of course, that evening she sat at her kitchen counter and started up her computer. Temptation got the better of her, and she once again found herself on the site, reading the next story Stewjaws had posted. In this story, the main character had bound his girlfriend's wrists together and attached them to a wood beam over an arch between two rooms in his house. She stood there naked and exposed on her tiptoes as he circled around her, admiring her body.

He came out in front of her and asked her to focus her vision on his hands only, no matter what else he did. He ran a hand gently over her ass and up one side, finding her breast and pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The woman gasped with pain and delight, and he kept at it until she begged him to stop. His other hand came to rest between her legs, and he manipulated her until she came for him several times. When he was finished, he rewarded her by allowing her to suck his cock, but only if she agreed she wouldn't lose a drop of his cum. 

By the time Blair had finished reading, her body was humming and her mind spinning. This was so bad and so wrong, and yet she couldn't deny that the words she had read had deeply affected her. She pictured Jason's hand on her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple, completely in command of the situation. She was squeezing her thighs together as she sat there, adding to the feelings she was having down below. Quite unexpectedly, the squeezing caused her to erupt into an orgasm. 

Blair knew what it was, but she had never before in her life experienced one. She half feared that she was going to die right there in her kitchen, leaving the open laptop and filthy website up in plain view for whoever would find her body. 

Once she had calmed down and realized she was going to survive, she closed the computer and headed into the bathroom to shower. She felt guilty that she had come sitting there in her kitchen, and worse, had to fight the urge to pinch her own nipples as she showered. She headed off to bed early, and for the second straight night she had a horrible slumber.

•* * * *

The office was busy the next morning, which was a welcome relief to Blair. She had woken up early, and had to fight off the urge to open her computer and read some more. She wondered what was wrong with her, allowing such material to affect her in the way it had. She wasn't like this. Once she was at work, she was able to focus and push those thoughts out of her mind. The fact that Jason was out at a meeting for the morning helped her with that.

Once he had arrived, Blair felt as if she had gathered control of herself. She'd had a moment and now it was gone. She had finished several cases and got up to bring them into Jason's office. He was leaning back in his chair, reading a document when she entered. He glanced up at her and smiled.

"Hi Blair. How did things go this morning?" he asked with a smile.

She paused in confusion for a moment, thinking he had some way of knowing what she'd been reading and asking her a question with a double meaning. She quickly gathered herself and smiled back at him.

"Very productive this morning, Mr. Stewart. I was able to finish several case files."

"And here I thought I needed to watch all of you to make sure you were doing what you were supposed to be doing," Jason joked as he leaned forward and pressed his hands together in front of him.

Blair glanced at his hands and instantly became fixated on them. Images of his fingers grasping hold of one of her nipples filled her mind, and she nearly gasped with the thought. She felt herself blushing, and the more she thought about it the redder she became. She stood there speechless for what seemed an uncomfortable amount of time before finally replying.

"I guess you've trained us well, Mr. Stewart. We do what we're told. You know that."

Jason nodded and grinned. "Are you sure you're okay, Blair? You're definitely a bit...off as of late."

"Well, I guess I haven't been sleeping great. It happens now and again."

"Is there anything I can help with?" he asked with a serious look. 

HIs words sent a jolt of energy directly down to her pussy, nearly making her gasp. She imagined his hands on her skin once again. 

"No, but thank you for asking, Mr. Stewart," she croaked. "I'd better get back to work now. I still have a lot to do," she said as her heart pounded in her chest.

Jason watched as she walked away from his desk and out the door. That woman has one sweet ass, he thought to himself with an evil grin. All of them did, but Blair's was exceptional. With a shrug, he pushed the thought away and picked up where he'd left off.

Blair had no idea how she made it through the rest of the day. Finally, the clock ticked to five and she shut down her computer as she prepared to leave. Kathy looked across at her and stretched.

"Do you want to leave your car here, Blair?"

Blair looked at her strangely. "Huh?"

"Did you forget we were going to Friday's tonight?" Kathy asked. "Friday's on Friday, remember?"

Blair rolled her eyes at herself. "Oh God. I'd completely forgotten. Sure. You can drive. I could use some wine after this week."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing really. I didn't sleep well. You know. Just a little anxious this week for no good reason. I get that once in a while."

"Sounds like a wine prescription is in order," Kathy joked.

The women walked out together and headed to Kathy's car. Blair felt relieved that she wouldn't be tempted to go home and bring up that story website again, but deeper down she was disappointed that she wouldn't be. It was as if she had discovered sex for the first time, which in a way, she had. 

She wasn't a virgin, having had relations with two of her boyfriends in the past. It felt good, but in truth she didn't understand what all the hubbub was about. She went about it as if it was her duty, and as a result, she had gotten little out of the experience. These stories, however, had opened up her mind, and she now had an inkling as to what it was all really about. In her heart, she felt it was wrong, but she wanted more.

The women had dinner and shared a bottle of wine. Kathy limited herself to a little more than a single glass. Blair, on the other hand, had uncharacteristically drank nearly the entire bottle by herself. She was intoxicated enough for Kathy to insist on driving her home and making sure she got inside safely. 

Once Kathy had departed, Blair started to get ready for bed. She removed her blouse and took off her bra, which felt great after a long day. It was chilly in the bedroom, and she could feel her nipples harden in the cool air. She looked down at her breasts, and the story she had read the previous night came back to her with a vengeance. Before she even realized what she was doing, she was seated on the edge of the bed, squeezing her thighs together as she pinched and kneaded her nipples, imagining the hands were Jason's instead of hers.


Write Me What to Do



She could feel the growing tension build in her body as she kept at it. Had she not been drinking, it's likely that Blair would have jumped into a cold shower and put a stop to what she was doing. The effect of the alcohol, however, lowered her inhibitions enough to hold her in place as the feeling built within her. Blair let out a loud moan when her orgasm consumed her, shaking both her body and her soul.

She fell onto her side on the bed, panting and shaking, suddenly feeling horrible about what she'd done. This was crazy, she thought. Why was this happening? Why was she so fixated on reading these stories? What was wrong with her?

She finished getting undressed and crawled into bed, sleep overtaking her for the first time in days. She didn't move for eight and a half hours, finally rolling over at a little past seven with her head pounding. Blair moaned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed. She threw back the covers and got up, walking into the bathroom and fumbling with a bottle of Advil.

She popped two and washed them down with a sip of water from a Dixie Cup. Turning, she plopped down onto the toilet and peed, rubbing her temples in hopes of some relief for her aching head. When she finished, she crawled back into bed and slept for another two hours. 

She was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone. She touched the screen and put the phone to her ear. 

"Hi, Kathy," she groaned.

"I guess that answers that question," Kathy said with a laugh. "I'd never seen you like that before, Blair. How bad is it?"

"Bad enough, Kath. I feel like death."

"I bet. I was going to ask if you wanted to pick up your car now, but we don't have to. We can get it later. I'm not doing much of anything today."

"Later," Blair groaned. "Much later."

Kathy laughed on the other end of the phone. "Later it is, then. Just give me a call when you're ready."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Feel better Blair," Kathy said before she hung up.

Blair dropped the phone onto the bed and went downstairs into the kitchen. She grabbed a big glass and filled it with ice and water, taking a long drink and refilling it again. She plopped down onto the couch in the darkened room and stared off into space. 

Despite the pounding in her head, Blair very much had the previous evening on her mind. Actually, she had the previous few evenings on her mind. Obviously, a lot of people enjoyed websites like this, she thought. If they didn't, they wouldn't exist. She knew that her lack of sexual experience was unusual for a woman of twenty-five, but she had never given it much thought in the past. Now, reading these stories, she was beginning to realize just how innocent she really was.

Her mind drifted to Jason. This was a coincidence. There was no way he wrote these stories. No way. He wasn't that kind of man, she thought, giggling at herself for thinking he was. She began to feel foolish about the entire thing. 

After an hour, she began to feel a bit better. She got up and went into the kitchen, intent on making herself a good breakfast. She put on some bacon, and shredded a potato as it cooked. She added some frozen diced onions and peppers along with some butter in another pan. Once they began to soften, she added the potatoes, then flipped the bacon over.

Ten minutes later, she was eating eggs with bacon and hash browns while sipping on some coffee. The Advil had fully kicked in, and the hearty breakfast had helped in her recovery as well. By noon, she was feeling much better. She thought about calling Kathy to pick up her car, but her eyes fell on her computer.

She got that feeling in the pit of her stomach, and without much of a mental battle found herself sitting on the couch with her computer in her lap. She brought up Stewjaws' page, and she started to read. She became fascinated by the variety of stories that this person had posted on the site. Her fascination seemed to hold her arousal at bay, although it was simmering just under the surface.

Blair thought that perhaps it was time for her to learn a bit more about this particular part of life. She wasn't a kid any longer. She read and she read, finally closing the computer at around four in the afternoon. 

She stood and placed the laptop onto the coffee table before stretching her arms high over head. She felt alive as well as aroused. The stories seemed to expand her mind as well as affect her body. As the afternoon went on, she had decided that the username was a coincidence. There was no way this was Jason, which was good. She didn't want to go to work every day thinking it was. She would find that to be a very difficult experience. It was enough that he was a very attractive man. She didn't need to be thinking about the effects his stories had on her.

She called Kathy and they went to pick up her car. On the way home, Blair stopped for some Chinese food for dinner. She sat in front of the television and ate while she watched Entertainment Weekly and caught up on the latest Hollywood gossip. Once she'd finished, she cleaned up her dishes and turned off the television, grabbing her laptop to do some more reading. An hour later, everything changed.

She had read every story that Stewjaws had posted except one, which had shown up the previous evening. It was the first in what was going to be a series, titled "My Boss Made Me Do It, Ch. 01". Blair got up and poured herself a glass of iced tea before settling down to read this latest work. After clicking on the link and beginning to read, her jaw dropped and her tummy went into freefall. Her iced tea forgotten, Blair began to read.

I don't know exactly how to begin my story. I guess this is as good a place as any to start. My name is Betsey Wilson, and I am obsessed with my boss. It wasn't always this way, but once it started, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I work in an insurance office with nine other women and two men, plus the aforementioned boss. We process claims for a major insurance carrier, pushing an awful lot of paperwork out every day. It can be tedious work, but sometimes it is quite interesting.

Blair stopped reading and stared off into space. Oh my God, she thought. It's Jason. It has to be Jason. She supposed it could have been one of the other men, or even one of the other girls, but she didn't believe that possible. The username, she thought. It was Jason. He had written every word. She turned her attention back to the laptop and started to read again.

Our company has a very strict no dating policy between employees. It is so strict, in fact, that the President of the company had been terminated for being involved with one of his staff members. Because of that, everyone in the company avoids any kind of behavior that could be misconstrued in any way. I feel like the forbidden aspect of my lust for my boss makes me want him even more. Joseph would be a catch for any woman. He is highly intelligent, tall and handsome, with short light brown hair and blue eyes. He is divorced, and I find myself wondering what kind of person would give up a man like him. The rumor is that the divorce was her doing, not his. 

I know I can't approach him, but nothing stops me from doing things in my mind. Like right now. I'm lying naked on my bed, picturing Joseph in my mind's eye. He is sitting next to me, naked and fully erect, talking to me.

"Play with your nipples," Betsey, he says to me. I moan in reply as I cup my breasts in my hands and pinch myself hard enough to make me gasp. 

"Good girl. Don't stop until I tell you to," he says as he absentmindedly strokes his stiff cock. My eyes are fixated on his hand as he moves it up and down his shaft. It looks so good to me I want to reach out and touch it. I don't though, because I want to be a good girl for him, so I will do only what he instructs me to do.

After a minute or two, Joseph speaks to me again.

"Only one hand now, Betsey. I want the other one between your legs. Touch yourself."

I let out a little moan as I slide one hand down my tummy and glide it over the lips of my pussy.

"Are you wet?" he asks, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Uh huh," I reply, answering anyway. "So wet for you, Joseph." 

"Slip a couple fingers inside yourself," He commands.

I comply, letting out a moan as I slip three fingers into myself. 

"You're very well behaved today, Betsey. Perhaps you will earn a reward," he says with an evil grin.

HIs satisfaction sends a jolt of electricity to my clit. I want, no, I need to please him. I slowly fuck myself with my fingers, alternating locking eyes with Joseph and staring at his hand as he strokes his cock.

"Other hand on your clit, now Betsey. Draw circles on it while you fuck yourself with your fingers."

"Mmmmm," is all I can say as I follow his instructions. My breathing deepens as I fuck myself harder and deeper with my fingers. My body begins to tense up as I start getting close to an orgasm. My eyes are now transfixed on Joseph's cock as I get closer and closer. Finally, he groans and his cock explodes, a stream of cum shooting out and splashing across my breasts. It's all too much for me, and I explode in an orgasm, writhing on the bed and crying out loudly.

Blair was sprawled back on the couch, sweat beaded up on her forehead as she moaned with pleasure. She still had three fingers inside her pussy and her other hand pressing down on her clit. She was shaking from what she had just experienced. Somehow, without really being conscious of what she was doing, she had enacted what she was reading. She had taken on the role of Betsey, and for the first time in her life, she had masturbated. It was a scene that she'd repeat no fewer than five times over the course of the weekend,

•* * * *

Monday morning arrived quickly, and Blair was standing in the bathroom applying makeup and thinking about the weekend. In the space of a few days, she had gone from being a decent, moral woman into...she didn't know what. She had spent the weekend rereading that last story and acting it out alone in her bedroom again and again. She felt it was wrong, but couldn't help herself. She supposed the beast had been within her all along, but once she let it out, there was no way she'd be able to contain it again. She didn't want to contain it again.

Her makeup finished, she pulled on a flowered A-line dress that fell to the top of her knee but showed off her curves. After stepping into a pair of low heeled white pumps, she grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door. The short drive to work allowed Blair to prepare herself for seeing Jason. She'd spent the entire weekend imagining him naked beside her. She wondered if she'd even recognize him with clothes on, she thought with a giggle.

Once at her desk, she took a deep breath and started to work. By ten o'clock, she had two cases finished and stood up to bring them into Jason's office. She walked in, nervous but ready, and saw that the office was empty. She'd assumed he was in there, and found herself disappointed that he wasn't. She dropped the case files in his inbox and returned to her desk to start on the next file. 

A short time later, Jason passed by on the way to his office. He stopped at the end of the row of cubicles, standing closest to Blair.

"Hey guys. How is everything going this morning?" he asked. "Any issues come up?"

Blair stopped typing and looked up at him. "Nothing here, Mr. Stewart," she replied. Just another morning in paradise."

Jason looked at her and smiled. "It seems as if you're in a better way today than you were last week, Blair."

His words made her blush, but his attention was diverted to Heather who had started to speak.

"We have a bit of a problem. I've got something unusual in this paperwork and I don't really know what to do with it."

"Okay. Bring it in, Heather. Anyone else?"

The rest of them had no issues, freeing him to move into his office with Heather. They were in there for a half hour, and Blair began to feel uneasy. She became aware that she was feeling a touch of envy, wishing that she was the one holed up in the office with Jason. My God, she thought to herself. I'm in trouble.

At noon, she and Kathy left the office for lunch, stopping at a local diner for a salad. They sat at a table next to the window sipping on iced tea while they waited for their food.

"Feeling better?" Kathy asked with a grin.

"Much better. No more wine for me. At least until Friday," Blair said with a giggle.

"I'm guessing you got some rest over the weekend. You look great today, Blair."

Blair felt herself blush at the compliment. "I pretty much spent the weekend lying around in bed. I haven't done that in like forever," she said, speaking the absolute truth.

"You should do it more often, girl," Kathy said. "It has done wonders for you."

Blair smiled at her friend, trying to ignore the throbbing she felt in her pussy as she thought about how she'd spent the weekend. She thought about sharing with Kathy, but she just couldn't bring herself to do that. She'd think I'm crazy, or worse, Blair decided. 

They finished lunch and headed back to work. Blair was quite busy, and the work kept her mind from wandering too much. It was near quitting time when she gathered up several cases that she'd finished and carried them into Jason's office. He was sitting at his desk typing at a small laptop when she walked in. He stopped typing and smiled at her.

"Looks like you've been holding out on me, Blair. I get all of these cases at once?"

"Sorry Mr. Stewart. I was on a roll and didn't want to stop. I did have one question for you though."

"Bring it here," he said as he closed the laptop and pushed it aside. Blair stared at it, knowing that it wasn't a work machine. They all had property tags on the cover, and this one did not. This was Jason's laptop, she thought. My God, this is where he writes. Here in this office, on this little machine.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked her. 

"Oh yeah. I just remembered something I need to do for a different case. About this one though...something looks odd about this claim," she said, opening a folder and pointing out an unusual item to him.

"I see what you mean, Blair. I need to make a call about this. Good girl catching that," he said.

Blair's breath caught in her throat as his words hit her. The fact that he called her a good girl was enough, but on top of that was the happiness she felt about pleasing him. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stood there beside him, feeling a bit faint.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're all flushed Blair."

"I'll be fine, Mr. Stewart. I may have a touch of something, but I'm sure it will pass quickly."

"If you say so. Anything else?"

"Not at the moment, Mr. Stewart. I'll be leaving soon anyway."

"Okay. Have a nice night, Blair. I'll see you in the morning."

Blair nodded and left the office, stopping by her desk to gather her things. She visited the grocery store on the way home and picked up a cooked chicken and a vegetable salad for dinner. Once she'd eaten, she started up her computer. There were no new stories posted, which left her feeling the slightest bit disappointed. That didn't last long, though, because she was soon lying in her bed, playing Betsey again as Joseph instructed her what to do. Betsey listened, and Betsey obeyed.

•* * * *

Jason woke up early to put the finishing touches on the second installment of the latest story he was working on. If he submitted it early enough, it would likely be approved and posted to the site by the end of the day. Once he finished a story, he was always anxious to get it posted and see what kind of feedback he'd receive. He gave it one last pass through before hitting the submit button, sending it on his way. He chuckled to himself on the way to his car, wondering how the women who worked for him would react if they read his stories. Some might enjoy them, he thought. Some might find him offensive. Blair? She would probably curl up in a ball and die of shock. Mr. Stewart indeed, he chuckled.

As usual, Jason was the first one in the office. He had grabbed a cup of coffee from the Starbucks in the lower level of the building, and was catching up on email as he sipped the hot liquid. Gradually, he could hear the buzz of people showing up and going about their morning routines. He really wanted to write for a short while, intent on starting the next part of his story. Unfortunately, he had real work to do, so that was going to have to wait.

As often happens when one is busy, the day went by quickly. Blair had dropped files off with Jason several times during the day, and she avoided making a fool of herself. She nearly flew out of the door when the clock hit five, wanting to get home and see if anything new had been posted. She had a moment of realization as she sat at a red light. She was behaving like a crazy schoolgirl, she thought. She was obsessing, just as Betsey was in the story. The thought scared her, but it also made her smile. She didn't care. 

She walked into the house, dropping her purse on the counter and opening her laptop. She hit the power button to start it up before opening the fridge and pulling out the remaining chicken from the previous night. She logged in and opened her browser, taking a bite of chicken as she waited for the boot cycle to finish. Finally, she typed in the website address and and brought up Jason's account. 

Her tummy flipped and she smiled when she saw that a second part had been added to the story. Blair pushed the chicken away and started to read,

Joseph looked incredibly hot today. We sat in a meeting for several hours, and I spent most of that time staring at him wishing I could lick his neck, at least for starters. Of course, there was no way I could do such a thing. There is, however, something I can do. I can bring Joseph to life in my mind.

I glance at my cell phone and it rings. I don't have to look at who is calling; I already know. I touch the screen and put the phone up to my ear.

"Joseph," I say. "I've been waiting for your call."

"Good. I was expecting that you would, Betsey. You were a very good girl the other night. Tonight, you'll get a little reward."

"Yes Joseph. Thank you, sir."

"You have to do something first in order to get it," he says. "Do you know that little adult shop out on County Road Thirty-Nine?"

I take in a shaky breath. "Yes, Joseph. I've seen it before, but of course I've never been in there."

"Tonight you will, Betsey. Tonight, you are going to purchase a toy. Have you ever played with toys, Betsey?"

"Not those kind of toys. I...I never."

"I want you to drive there and go inside. I have a particular item in mind. They sell vibrating dildoes that look like a cock, with a suction cup attached to the bottom. I want you to buy one and bring it home. Don't forget the batteries, Betsey. Do you understand?"

"I...Joseph. I don't know if I can."

"You can and you will, Betsey. You will thank me later. I promise."

"If you say so, sir. I...I will leave now."

"Good girl, Betsey. When you return home, you are to call me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes. The moment I arrive, Joseph."

Blair sat there staring at the screen and feeling as if she'd just dropped off the edge of a giant roller coaster. She knew the shop Jason had written about. She passed it every day on the way to work. She was mortified by the thought of going into such a place, never mind actually buying something in there. She should just close the computer and go watch some television, she chided herself. With a gulp, she stood up and looked at her purse. 

"Screw the television," she blurted out loud. "This crazy chick is going shopping," she said as she grabbed her bag and walked out the door on shaky legs. She climbed into her car with her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst from her chest. Putting the key in the ignition, Blair started the car and drove the short distance to Naughty By Nature. She was blushing bright red as she climbed out of the car and walked up to the door.




Write Me What to Do



The windows were all covered, and she had no idea what to expect when she walked inside. Pulling the door open, she entered the establishment and was somewhat surprised by what she saw. If not for the products, she could have been in a smaller version of a Party City store. Glancing to her right, she saw a man and a woman standing behind a checkout counter. The woman nodded to Blair and smiled.

She attempted to appear as if she'd been here before, strutting down the aisle that was directly in front of her. She glanced from side to side, searching for what she'd been sent to obtain. She was in the middle of her second aisle when the woman from the counter approached her.

"Can I help you with something, Hon?" the woman asked in a raspy smoker's voice.

Blair could feel herself blushing more deeply. "I...I'm looking for vibrators," she stammered, hardly believing she said the words. 

"No problem. Over in aisle four," the woman replied.

"Thank you," Blair said with a nod. She was relieved when the woman departed the aisle, leaving her alone to peruse the collection of vibes she discovered in aisle four. She felt a combination of fascination and shame as she looked at the large variety of products in the aisle. She was near the end of the aisle when she spied what she was looking for. She stood there staring at the vibe, realizing that in a short amount of time, one of those would be inside her. The thought was nearly enough to cause her to bolt from the store. 

Instead, she reached down and grabbed one of them, refusing to examine it too closely. She made her way to the checkout, and was relieved to see that the man had departed, leaving the woman to check her out. She placed her purchase on the counter and fumbled in her bag for her wallet. Her hands were shaking as she stood there in front of the woman.

"This is one of our best sellers, hon. You're going to like it," the woman said with a wink.

Blair was unsure if the woman was toying with her, and didn't care. She just wanted to pay and leave as quickly as possible. Then she remembered something.

"Ummm. What about batteries?" she asked.

"Included, hon. Can't have a girl get home and be disappointed, can we?" she asked, winking again.

Blair shook her head no and handed the woman her credit card. Her card swiped and the receipt signed, Blair was out the door and back in her car. She was still shaking, but this time it was with anticipation. She wanted to get home and pick up where she'd left off. 

She started the car, put it in drive and made the short trek back to her house. After pulling into the driveway, Blair grabbed her bag and purse and walked briskly up to the house, unlocking the door and entering. After tossing her purse on the couch, she grabbed the laptop and headed up to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and booted up her computer. As it started up, she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. 

Blair watched impatiently as the machine went through it's startup routine, feeling as if an hour had gone by since she had hit the power button. Finally, she was able to click on the Firefox icon and bring up Jason's stories, which she had bookmarked. She scrolled down to his latest and opened it up, finding the spot she had left off before.

Blair took a deep breath, prepared to follow Joseph's instructions to Betsey. She began to read.

I sit on my bed and dial Joseph's number. He answers on the second ring, and the sound of his voice sends a jolt of electricity through my body. 

"Hello, Betsey. I'd ask if you called me first thing, but I'm sure I don't need to. Of course you did. Were you successful in making your purchase?" he asks me.

"Yes Joseph. I have it right here with me."

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I felt ashamed in the store, but I did what you asked anyway."

"Very good, Betsey. Have you removed the item from the packaging?"

"No, I haven't," I say, feeling foolish. "I'm sorry, Joseph."

"About what? Did I ask you to remove it?"

"No," I whisper.

"Correct. I didn't. But now you can. Put me on speaker, and open the package up. Make sure the batteries are in, and turn it on to make sure it is working."

Blair grabbed the bag with shaking hands and took the vibrator out. She realized she'd need a pair of scissors, so she hurried downstairs into the kitchen to get a pair. After fumbling with the package for a minute, she removed and installed the batteries. She turned it on, feeling and hearing the rumble that told her it was working. Moments later, she rushed back up the stairs as if Joseph really was hanging on the other end of the line. 

"Okay, Joseph. I have it here and it is working," I say.

"Good girl. It's time for you to get undressed. Top first, and your bra."

"Yes sir," I reply, removing my blouse and bra. I'm already shaking with need as I sit on the edge of the bed waiting for further instructions.

"Cup your breasts in your hands Betsey. Do they feel heavy in your hands?"

"They do, Joseph. Full and heavy. And my nipples are erect."

"Are they? Give them a little pinch and a twist, Betsey. Hard enough to hurt just a little."

Blair gasped as she followed Joseph's instructions. Her nipples felt overly sensitive, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She glanced at the screen and read some more as she continued to play with her breasts.

"The bottoms now, Betsey. Remove them, and lay down on the bed when you are naked."

I stand and undo the zipper on the back of my skirt, pulling it down to the foor. The panties come next. I can't help but notice that the crotch is already soaked, but it doesn't surprise me. My body is like a powder keg ready to go off, and we haven't even gotten started yet.

Blair positioned the computer next to her on the bed and settled back into a pile of pillows. She was naked and anxious to see what would come next. Glancing at the screen, she read on.

"I'm ready, Joseph," I breathlessly say. My body is humming with need, but I will do nothing without his instructions.

"Reach a hand down to your pussy, Betsey. Just graze your fingers over it very lightly. It feels nice, doesn't it?"

"You know it does."

"Don't press too hard now Betsey. Just tease yourself."

I obey, even though it is making me feel frustrated. I want to touch harder. Joseph keeps toying with me like that for what feels like an hour. Finally, he is ready to move on.

"Are you ready for something more?" he asks.

"Yes, Joseph," I reply with a moan. "I'm ready."

"Let's start with two fingers, shall we? Slip them inside yourself and fuck yourself with them. Imagine they are my fingers, Betsey."

I gasp as I slip my fingers inside and begin a rhythmic motion, thrusting them in and out of me aggressively. 

"Use your other hand on your tits, Betsey. Play rough and make sure you can feel it."

I half moan, half laugh at this command. I was hoping he'd ask me that. I'm twisting a nipple as I fuck myself, and the feelings are starting to overwhelm me. My pussy is drenched and swollen. My clit is so sensitive that a single touch might push me over the edge. 

"Take your fingers out now, Betsey."

I gasp with exasperation, but obey. I'm shaking with need as I lay there, naked and panting. I need relief. Joseph remains silent on the other end of the phone.

"Please," I plead.

"Good girl." I can almost see him smiling, realizing that he was waiting for me to plead with him. Pick up the vibe, now and slide it inside you. Very slowly. Push it all the way in, and hold it still."

I frantically grab the toy and slip it inside me, first the head, then inch after inch, slowly. The toy is long and fat, and I feel it filling me, filling the void that needs filling, the last inch or two nearly painful. Finally, I am full.

"It's in me Joseph. I'm ready for you."

"Turn it on Betsey, but no more than half speed. We need to take our time," he says with a chuckle. He's toying with me, and I hate him for doing it...and I love him for doing it. "Just let it sit there like that for a minute. Don't move it; just hold it in place."

"Okay," I say. "Okay. Okay. Okay." My body is shaking and my breath is short. 

"Now I want you to slowly fuck yourself with the toy, Betsey. Slowly. Pull it about three quarters of the way out, then push it all the way back in again. And Betsey?"

"Yes Joseph?" I ask.

"I want to hear you, Betsey. No holding back. I want to hear everything you're feeling in your voice."

I start moving the toy as I was instructed, feeling myself rapidly building to a powerful orgasm. In and out I move it, sending shock waves throughout my body with every movement.

"It's time for you to touch your clit now, Betsey. Use the fingers of your left hand. Rub it a few times, then give it a light pinch. Keep on fucking yourself too, though. I wish you had a third hand for your nipples, but we use what we have. Let's bring you home, Betsey."

I waste no time following his instructions. I hear myself moaning, but I'm so lost in it all, it sounds as if it was someone else doing it. After less than a minute, my body tenses and I let out a loud scream as my climax hits me. I'm thrashing about on the bed, sweaty and panting. The vibe is still inside me, purring away, when Joseph speaks once more.

"Again, Bestey."

His words make me gasp. I'm feeling overly sensitive, but I comply. 

Blair's hair was soaked with sweat and she was gasping for breath as she lay sprawled on the bed, shaking from the experience. Again became again and again. Never in her life had she experienced anything like that. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. At first, she forced herself to vocalize and it felt silly and fake. By the last, she was a feral animal howling at the moon, neither caring nor capable of holding it back.

•* * * *

Blair was awake before dawn, the result of having fallen into a deep sleep at a little past nine the previous evening. She rolled over right on top of the vibrator, which was still in the bed next to her. She let out a giggle as she shifted her weight and pulled the toy out from under herself. Rolling onto her back, she stared at the ceiling and thought about what she'd experienced the prior evening.

Almost immediately, she felt butterflies in her tummy and a throbbing in her crotch. 

"What is wrong with me?" she asked out loud.

Even as she was speaking the words, she was fumbling with her new toy. She glanced at the clock, noting the time while played the story she'd read over in her mind. As she had the previous evening, she started on her breasts, kneading and pinching them, eventually slipping a hand down below and caressing her throbbing pussy.

Soon thereafter, she came for the first time, the vibe deep inside her. She was hypersensitive, but she continued on, just as she had the night before. Once became twice became three times. If anything, she was louder than she had been the first time she'd enacted the story. Once it was over, she was lying on the bed panting, the vibe still inside her. She glanced down her body at it and shook her head. What the hell is happening to me, she thought.

Blair finally pulled herself out of bed, sliding the toy out and taking it into the bathroom to clean it. Once finished, she walked into the kitchen on unsteady legs to make herself some coffee. She was up so early she decided to make herself some bacon and eggs, which she gobbled while sitting at her kitchen counter. 

She cleaned up the kitchen and moved onto the shower, which felt glorious on her sweaty, overheated body. Eventually, she calmed down and fell into her normal morning routine. She did her hair and makeup, got dressed, and climbed into car for the short drive to the office. 

Once there, she got right to work. She realized she was anxious to get a file finished so she could deliver it to Jason. In less than a half hour, she'd completed the first case, which she had started the previous day. She gathered up the file and stood, took a deep breath, and headed into Jason's office.

Jason was at his desk typing on his little laptop when she walked in. Blair took note, causing her tummy to do a backflip. He looked up at her and smiled. 

"How are you this morning, Blair? A case file already? What's gotten into you?"

"Good morning, Mr. Stewart," she replied with a smile. "I didn't want you to be bored with nothing to do, so I figured I'd better get you some work straight away."

"Is that so, Blair?"

"Of course. Very thoughtful of me, isn't it?" she asked with a giggle.

Jason nodded and smiled. "Do you feel okay? Your voice sounds a bit hoarse today, Blair."

"Does it, Mr. Stewart? I guess you just push me too hard," Blair replied as she blushed at her brazenness. 

Jason was silent for a moment as he took her in. She was wearing a black skirt and heels with a cobalt colored cashmere sweater that clung to her body and lit up her blue eyes like neon beacons. She had a glow about her, he thought. Maybe she'd gotten lucky last night, he mused, wondering how she'd look naked and sweaty.

Blair tilted her head and smiled. "Well there's a first, Mr. Stewart. I've left you speechless."

Jason chuckled and waved her off. "Back," he said. "Back to the coal mines with you."

Blair gave him a wave and turned, swinging her ass without even realizing it. Jason watched her go, his cock twitching in his pants as he did. Damn, she looks good he thought. Something is going on with that woman. Something he'd better stay away from. Grabbing his laptop, he started typing away again, hoping to post the next installment of his story within the next day or so. With any luck, it would be up within two days.

Blair returned to her desk and forced herself to start on her next case. She realized that she was bordering on being completely out of control, and it took an inordinate amount of effort for her to focus. She worked for a half hour with a thought tickling the back of her brain. Finally, she gave in to it, assuming she'd be able to work once she did.

Blair grabbed her purse and went into the ladies room, entering one of the stalls. She sat down to pee, first pulling her phone out of her bag. She brought up the web browser and opened Jason's latest story in the the address bar. Once the page loaded, she clicked on the button that would allow her to leave a comment. She bit her bottom lip as she started to type.

I can't begin to tell you how deeply your stories have affected me. They quite literally have changed me as a person. Please don't stop writing, and post another installment soon. I must know what happens to Betsey next. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest when she pushed the submit button. Maybe posting the comment would mean nothing at all. She didn't know, but she had a feeling that it would be significant. She put her phone away and wiped herself before standing and fixing her skirt. She vacated the stall, washed her hands, and checked herself in the mirror before returning to her desk. Finally able to focus, Blair got back to work, willing the day to end quickly.

Jason wrote for a little more than a half hour, which he set as a minimum daily goal. He had work to do and didn't want to push it. Before closing the laptop, he brought up his account on the story site to see if he had any new feedback. His eyes settled on the comment that Blair had recently left. He had a huge smile on his face as he left a reply.

By four in the afternoon, Blair was anxious to leave the office. Kathy had other ideas, looking across the cubicle at her.

"Hey Blair. What do you say we do dinner and a movie tonight," she asked. "I need a night out."

Blair paused before answering, not wanting to commit if there was the possibility of a new story being posted. She knew it was silly, but she was having trouble thinking of anything else.

"Let me check my calendar," she replied as she grabbed her phone. Glancing around her to ensure no one would see, she opened the story site and checked for a new posting. There was none, but she noticed that the story she commented on had another comment. She looked around again before clicking on the comments link. She read what Jason had written, then read it a second time.

Hi, Anonymous. I'm thrilled that you seem to be enjoying my work. There is a lot more adventure in store for Betsey, I assure you. I'd love to know more about how you have changed from reading my work. I'd be hard pressed to think there could a greater compliment to an author than that. There will be a new story up in a day or two, so just hang tight.

She immediately felt disappointed, knowing that she'd have to wait for another chapter. His comment, though, made her pussy throb. She felt that he was already writing to her, but by using the comments she could communicate with him too.

"Hello. Earth to Blair," Kathy chided. "You okay there, girl?"

"Oh, sorry. Sure. Dinner and a movie sounds great, Kath. I could use a break myself."

"It's a date, then. Olive Garden okay? It's not great, but it's right near the theater."

"Perfect," Blair replied as she stood to bring another file into Jason's office.

He was just hanging up the phone when she entered. She smiled at him, noticing that he was watching her. She liked the attention, or at least she did now. In the past, she'd be too self conscious about it. She placed the file in his inbox and paused.

"Here's another one for you, Mr. Stewart. I'm keeping them coming so you can stay busy. We can't have you slacking on your duties, now can we?"

"So we're feeling a little cheeky this afternoon, are we Blair?"

"Me cheeky? Of course not. I'm just watching out for you, Mr. Stewart."

"Well thank you," Jason said with a chuckle. It's good to know I can count on you."

Blair gave him a sweet smile as she departed, leaving him to watch her exit once again. He shook his head and let out a deep exhale. He suddenly felt very lonely, which he supposed he was. It had been two years since he and his wife had split up. They had relocated to the city after they were married. She had family here, but he didn't know a soul. With the company policy about dating, Jason felt as if he had no way of meeting women. He didn't go to church nor did he belong to any organizations. He had work and his writing. At some point, he supposed he'd need to do something different. This place wasn't the only problem. He was too.

* * * * *

Blair arrived home after the movie, feeling glad that she went. She promised herself that she wouldn't allow her life to be reduced to her rushing home to the computer every night. She and the girls had been getting out a few times a week, and she'd continue to do that. Of course, now that she was home, checking the computer would be fine. She booted up, once again feeling disappointed that there was nothing new posted. She went back and reread Jason's comment from earlier. A minute later, Blair was reading her reply with her heart in her throat.

Joseph-I look forward to your continued creativity. Fear not. I have been a good girl...a very good girl, each of the past two nights, and I will be again tonight. I await further instructions. 

B

Blair hit the send comment button with shaking fingers. She stared at the screen for a minute before shutting the computer down and heading upstairs. After getting undressed, she lay naked on the bed deep in thought. In the space of a few days, her entire world had shifted on its axis. She wasn't lying when she wrote she had changed. Something inside her had been unleashed, and she had no desire to cage it up again. She was determined to see where this headed, she thought as she opened the drawer of her bedside table and removed the vibe. She didn't need to read the story to do what she intended. It was firmly planted in her memory already.




Write Me What to Do



•* * * *

Jason was writing until well past midnight. Deciding to take a break, he logged into his account, curious to see if he had received any new comments. He read and reread Blair's comment, his cock stiffening as he did. Was this person really taking on the role of Betsey? This could become very interesting, he thought. He decided to finish the story that night, no matter how long it took. He was quite anxious to see what would happen next.

•* * * *

The next morning, Blair stopped at Starbucks before heading into work. She was on line when the person behind her tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to find Amber and Heather standing there, giggling at her.

"Did you not even hear us, Blair?" Amber asked. "We called your name out three times."

"You did?" Blair asked, blushing. "I'm sorry. I guess I've been a little preoccupied as of late."

"I'd say it has something to do with a man," Heather chimed in. "I know that look when I see it."

Blair's blush deepened, and she responded by shaking her head from side to side. "I wish you were right about that. I'm not seeing anyone right now, but hey. A girl can always hope, right?"

"Well whatever is going on, it seems to be agreeing with you in a lot of ways. You seem different somehow," Heather said. "More confident. Sexier."

"You're nuts, Heather. But thanks. "Coffee is my treat today," she said as she opened the Starbucks app on her phone.

"Remind me to compliment you at lunchtime too," Heather said with a laugh.

"What do I have to say to earn a croissant?" joked Amber.

"Don't push it," Blair replied with a smile.

They continued chatting as they waited for their coffee, catching up on office gossip. Once they had been served, they walked to the elevator and rode up to the office. As she rode, Blair thought about what Heather had said. She felt sexier and more confident, she decided, and thought that was only the beginning. The beginning of what, she wasn't exactly sure.

The day was busy but uneventful. Blair felt more in control of herself until the end of the work day neared. She'd finished her last case file for the day, and wondered if Jason had left a comment in return. She had ten minutes to kill, and her curiosity got the better of her. She grabbed her phone and headed to the ladies room. She perched on the seat of a toilet and brought up Jason's author page. Her heart leapt in her chest; there was a new story. There was also a reply comment to the one she'd left Jason. She brought it up and suppressed a gasp when she read it.

Betsey,

You are a good girl indeed. As I'm sure you realize, there is another story posted by now. Of course, it will provide you with a task to complete, and the expectation is that you will complete it this evening. I'd like to see a comment later this evening letting me know you have completed the task. It is wonderful to watch you bloom like the beautiful flower you are, Betsey. We have a long way to go.

Joseph

Blair sat there quietly, her eyes now closed and her pussy throbbing with need. She couldn't wait to read the new installment. She stood and left the bathroom, quickly returning to her desk to close up shop for the day. The others had all departed already, leaving her alone as she prepared to leave. On the way out, she poked her head into Jason's office.

"Goodnight Mr. Stewart," she called out.

Jason looked up from his desk. "Goodnight, Blair. I didn't realize you were still here."

Blair shrugged and smiled. "I got caught up for a few minutes, but I have to run now. I have something to do tonight."

"Anything good?" Jason asked.

"I guess I'll find out," Blair replied with a raised eyebrow.

"You women are strange creatures, Blair. Have fun."

She gave him a wink and left the office. Once in her car, she opened his latest story on her phone and began to read.

I'm mortified as I sit in my car in the Target parking lot. Does Joseph really expect me to do this right here in public? Of course, I know it is exactly what he expects. I'm shaking as I lick my lips, dry from nervousness, and reach for the phone to call him. Without so much as a ring, he is on the other end.

"Hello, Betsey. Are you ready," he asks me.

"Joseph. I...right here? There are people walking by all over the place."

"We must teach you to get over your inhibitions, Betsey. What better way than to confront and break through them."

I gulp and take a deep breath. "Yes, sir. I'm ready."

"Good girl, Betsey."

The expression sent a jolt right down to Blair's clit. Good girl. She is Joseph's good girl. Jason's good girl. She will do as he asks, she thought. She needs it more than he does. Knowing where this was heading, Blair started the car and drove the twelve miles to the local Target store. She found a spot in the middle of the parking lot, not too close to the store, but not all the way out either. She didn't want to disappoint, which was crazy but true. She turned off the car, picked up her phone, and read some more.

"Take off your bra, Betsey," Joseph instructs. "You know how...the way you women do that straight jacket escape thing while still wearing a blouse. Like that."

I reach into my blouse and get my bra off just as he asks. It feels wonderful at the end of a long day. My nipples are already stiffening at the thought of what will come, making a showing under the soft silk of my blouse.

"It's off, Joseph," I tell him.

"Good. Touch your breasts through your blouse. Focus on your nipples, Betsey."

"There's someone walking by," I tell him.

"Please do as I ask, Betsey. Pay no attention to what is outside the car. This is about you and I right now."

I nod and do as I'm told. I feel horribly naughty, which excites me in ways I would never have imagined. My breathing is deepening as I play with my tits, sensitive nipples sending shock waves throughout my body.

Joseph waits for what seems like forever before speaking again. Finally, he breaks the silence. 

"Slide a hand up your thigh and under your skirt now."

"Yes, thank you Joseph," I reply, knowing that would please him.

"Pull your panties aside and slip a finger inside yourself."

I let out a moan as my finger easily slides right in. 

"Okay. It's inside me," I gasp.

"Are you wet, Betsey?"

"Yes, Joseph. I'm very wet already."

"How do you taste?"

Blair sat there staring out the windshield of her car. How do I taste? Am I really going to do this? She already knew the answer. Her fingers moved up to her mouth seemingly of their own accord. She placed her fingers on her tongue and slid them down toward the tip, tasting herself for the first time in her life. She thrusted them deeper into her mouth and closed her lips around them, sucking on them and bathing them with her tongue.

"I taste wonderful," she said aloud, looking down at the phone and reading some more.

"Touch your clit now, Betsey. Gently draw circles on it, but do not come, understand?

I frown and remain silent as I start to draw circles on my hypersensitive nub. My other hand finds a nipple and tweaks it, making me moan softly.

"Please do not make me repeat myself. Answer me now, Betsey."

"Yes, I understand, sir. Not until you tell me to."

"If I tell you to," Joseph replies, causing me to grunt in response. "Stop when you get close and I'll decide what to do next."

"Okay. Okay, Joseph. It feels...I'm so sensitive." I realize that I'm whimpering with need as I touch myself, no longer even aware of anything outside my car. "I'm getting close...so close Joseph."

"Stop, Betsey. Now," he commands.

I let out a moan, but obey him. My breathing is heavy and my face is flushed. What next? I wonder as I sit there, still on the edge.

"Go inside the store now, Betsey."

"What? You want me to go inside? Why?"

"You need a break. Go in and cool off."

"But...my bra. I look a mess."

"I'm sure you are quite a sight right now, Betsey. Flushed, nipples erect, a bit sweaty. You look like sex. Go show off a little."

Blair opened her car door and stood up on wobbly legs. What the hell, she thought. She needed a few items. Why not go inside? She strode to the entrance and walked inside, grabbing a cart on the way. She walked by a young college aged employee, noticing he was blatantly staring at her. She caught her reflection in a small mirror in the makeup aisle and she barely recognized herself. She looked like sex, just as Joseph had said. She liked it.

She roamed the store for a half hour, picking up odds and ends that she needed. After checking out, she headed back to the car and wasted no time picking up where she left off.

I call Joseph again when I return to the car. My body is still humming, and I'm in need of relief. I'm hoping he lets me have it soon.

"Betsey," he says with a smile in his voice. "Did you enjoy your shopping excursion?"

"No. I was being watched," I tell him. "Of course you were. I wonder if they could smell your need in addition to seeing it on your face."

"I don't know," I say in response. 

"Taste yourself again for me."

Damn him, I think. He always seems to knock me off kilter with something I wasn't expecting. I slip two fingers inside me, making sure they are slick with my secretions before bringing them up to my lips. I put them into my mouth and lick them clean.

"Done, Joseph. I'm drenched."

"Good girl. I bet it smells like sex in the car, doesn't it? Like pussy."

"Yes. It does. You do that to me."

"Touch yourself again, Betsey. Remember from before, though. I do not want you to come yet."

"Oh, Joseph," I say with a sigh. "You're going to kill me."

"No. I'm teaching you to live," he says in a sincere tone.

I'm back on my clit, rubbing gently, unable to press too hard for fear of losing control and disappointing Joseph. He sits quietly, listening to the sounds I'm making. I'm moaning softly now, my orgasm beginning to build. Joseph remains quiet as my volume increases. Just as I feel as if I'm about to cross the threshold, he speaks.

"Stop, Betsey. Stop. Back into the store with you."

"Joseph! Please," I beg. "Please."

"Call me back when you return."

Blair got out of her car again, and headed back into the store. There was a Starbucks in the front of the store, and she decided to get herself an iced tea to cool off. She stood on line trying to calm herself. As she waited, the man on line in front of her glanced back and smiled at her. She nodded and turned away, suddenly worried that he could smell her swollen and throbbing pussy. She was sure she could smell herself. She felt relief when he moved up and placed his order, and she kept her distance after she placed her own.

She took a long sip of the cool drink, then placed the cool cup against the side of her flushed face. She noticed it was beginning to get dark outside as she walked back to the car for the final act. She sat in her seat and took another sip of the cool tea. She read the rest of the story, anxious to get started again. Okay Jason, she thought. Let's finish this.

Her fingers, now chilled from the cold cup, found her clit and sent shockwaves through her. She went right to work, pressing down hard as she moved in a circular motion. Her other hand was inside her blouse, pinching a nipple as hard as she could bear. She was half moaning, half grunting as the tension in her body built to nearly intolerable levels. Finally, she could take no more, screaming out as her body succumbed and her orgasm descended upon her. 

By the time she recovered, several people had walked by, gawking at her. There was little doubt about what she had been doing. She stayed as long as she dared, but finally started the car and drove off, worried that someone might have called the police. A few minutes later, she was safely in her house and lying naked in her bed. In the space of a few days, she'd gone from never having an orgasm to needing them...several of them, before she could stop.

Before she slept, she had one more task to perform. She opened her computer, booting it up and bringing up the comment section for the latest story. She started to type.

Joseph

That was a wonderful shopping experience...the best I've ever had, in fact. It seems you have the innate ability to know exactly what I need, sir. Thank you for tending to me so well. I look forward to your continued tutelage. Until then,

B

•* * * *

Jason was awake early the next morning, despite the fact that he had been up late writing. He opened his computer and checked for comments, smiling as he read Blair's note from the previous evening. His cock rapidly swelled thinking about the possibility that this woman really was acting out his stories. The thought turned him on immensely, and he started to stroke his cock, thinking about some of the women who worked for him as he did. 

He had a powerful orgasm and cleaned himself up, having made a mess all over himself. Damn. I need to get laid, he thought as he got up and went downstairs into his kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee and made himself some toast, absentmindedly eating as he posted his latest installment. He'd get this one in for tonight, giving his favorite reader something to do with her Friday evening. He already had the following one planned out, and figured he'd get that one up for her to read on Sunday. 

He wasn't sure where this was headed and how far he could take it, but he was damned sure going to figure it out. He reached down and squeezed his cock, finding it stiff again as he thought about what he was doing. Jason smiled and went upstairs to shower. Once dressed, he tapped out a comment for her to read, hit send, and walked into the garage, whistling as he went.

•* * * *

Blair woke up and stretched, feeling alive and refreshed. She thought about her experience the previous evening and her lips turned up into a sexy grin. She once again reflected on how she had changed in the space of a week. The ease with which she fell into this shocked her. If you asked her a month ago if she'd ever do even a single one of the things she was now doing, she'd think you were insane. And yet, here she was, willingly doing them. Anxious for more. Needing to be pushed further. How much further she'd go, she wasn't sure. The only thing she was sure about was that she was ready for the next installment.

She got up to pee, emptying her bladder as her mind raced. Once finished, she moved to the kitchen for some coffee and yogurt with fruit. As the Keurig performed its magic, she opened her computer. A satisfied smile appeared on her face when she read Jason's latest reply.

Good morning, Betsey. I'm delighted that you enjoyed your outing last evening. I knew you would. I'm very impressed with the way you've grown over this short period of time. There is something very special about you, and I plan on ensuring you reach your full potential. There will be some new instructions available this evening, but I want you to go out and do something after work. Do not read the story before you arrive home. It will still be there later. I want you to enjoy yourself while you think about what's in store for you when you get home. You have a busy weekend ahead of you.

J

Blair felt the now familiar tummy flip as she sat at her kitchen counter, wondering what he had in store for her this time. She debated posting a response, not wanting to appear too anxious. She decided that was exactly what Jason wanted, so she complied. 

J

Thank you, sir, for everything you are doing for me. I was nervous at first, but I now willingly put myself in your capable hands to mold me as you see fit. Of course I will be wondering what you have in store for me this evening; I'll be wondering about it all day. I think you knew that already. I think you know how deeply your words affect, me. In fact, I'm going to take a little initiative here and touch myself this morning. Right now, in fact. Yes, Joseph. I taste wonderful. Thank you for teaching me that.

Blair stopped typing, slipping two gingers inside herself and thrusting them in and out as she rubbed her clit with her other hand. She was like a powder keg ready to explode, and she came in no time, loudly groaning in the otherwise quiet kitchen. When she recovered, she finished typing her comment.

That's better now, Joseph. Thanks to you, I've become very vocal when I have an orgasm. I wonder what the neighbors must think. Anyway, off to get ready for work now. I very much look forward to seeing what you have in store for me later.

B

Betsey showered and dried her hair before putting on her makeup. Once finished, she stood in front of her closet deciding what to wear. Friday was casual day, allowing them to dress down a little. She settled on a pair of black capri pants that clung to her like a second skin. On top, she wore a bright green cotton sweater that showed a hint of cleavage. After slipping into a pair of black ballet flats, she took a last look in the mirror and smiled, deciding that she really was looking hotter these days. She drove to work with a wicked smile on her face.

Jason was the first one in the office, as usual. As he drove that morning, he thought a department karaoke night might be a good idea. There was a local bar that did one, and it had been a hit in the past. Normally, he'd schedule something like this a week in advance, but he decided he didn't want to sit home tonight waiting for Betsey...or whoever she was...to respond to his latest story. Besides, he thought, he specifically instructed her to go out and do something, so there was little chance she'd be on early.

Once everyone had arrived, he brought the idea up and received a positive reception. A few people bowed out, but most would be there. Satisfied, he returned to his office to get some work done. His laptop caught his eye, and he opened it up to check his comments. He read Blair's comment from that morning, which caused him to break into a wide grin.

Holy shit, he thought. How far will she go? He supposed she could be pretending to act out the story, but he didn't believe it. He was convinced she really was doing it, and it turned him on immensely. He answered her comment with one of his own, consisting of only two words.

Blair had a few errands to run at lunchtime, so she opted out of a trip to the Tacoteria. Instead, she picked up her dry cleaning and dropped it at home, having some tuna salad and an iced tea while she was there. She opened her computer and saw Jason's short comment.

Good girl.

It made her pussy twitch when she read it. She was in deep trouble and she knew it. If only she didn't know it was Jason. If only it wasn't Jason. But she did and it was, which created a problem for both of them. Despite all that, she was looking forward to karaoke with him and the others. Of course, she was very much looking forward to the rest of the evening even more.

After lunch, she brought her latest case file into Jason's office. He was typing out an email when she walked in and he stopped when she placed the file on his desk, giving her a smile.

"Are you ready for karaoke tonight, Blair?"

"Of course, Mr. Stewart. I'm always ready for karaoke," she replied. "I practiced this morning at home."

"You didn't know you were going this morning," Jason answered. 

"Sure I did," Blair giggled. "It was in my horoscope."

"Oh really, Blair? Did it say you were going to perform a duet with me too? Because you are."

"I'd love to, Mr. Stewart. I can make you sound good," she said with a wink.

"Good girl, Blair. I'm looking forward to it."

Blair smiled and blushed, his words immediately affecting her. "I'd better get back to work, or I won't be able to leave on time, Mr. Stewart."

"We can't have that," Jason said with a wave. He watched Blair walk out, shaking his head and admiring her ass. She was quickly becoming his favorite of what he jokingly thought of as his harem. She seemed to be blossoming of late, and it took her attractiveness to a new level. He needed to be careful or he was going to land in hot water, he thought.




Write Me What to Do



A few hours later, Jason and Blair were standing before their co-workers, demonstrably performing You're the One That I Want from Grease. They exited the stage area to hoots and hollers from the jovial group, laughing and smiling all the while. On the inside, though, Blair was tied up in knots. She was having a difficult time separating Jason from Joseph, for obvious reasons. She needed that boundary, though. It allowed her to live out this fantasy safely. If she crossed it, there would be trouble. Of course, she wasn't quite sure how she would react if Joseph demanded she cross over. So far, she had little self-control, and she had little confidence that she'd develop any as things got more heated.

A few songs later, Jason was back on stage, singing I Got You Babe with Melissa, one of the other women in their group. Blair watched them perform with a sneer on her face. Kathy was sitting with her, giving her an odd look.

"What's wrong, Blair? You look like you're ready to hit someone."

Blair shifted her gaze at her friend for a moment. "Nothing. I just don't like her very much," she replied. "She always tries to be the center of attention."

Kathy nodded and glanced up at the singing duo, then back at Blair who was again glaring at them. She placed a hand on Blair's wrist, and leaned over close to her ear.

"What's happening, honey? I know something is."

Blair turned to her, blushing and feigning ignorance. "Who said something is happening?"

"My God," Kathy whispered. "What's going on between you two? Blair...What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I...Nothing Kath. I can't really talk about it."

"Honey...You understand what will happen if someone finds out there is something going on, right?"

"Nothing has. Really. We have never even been together, outside of work and something like this tonight. I'm not even on his radar screen anyway."

"But you have it bad, Blair. I can see it."

Blair shrugged and turned toward the stage again before returning her gaze on Kathy. "I'm going to go. I've had enough for one night."

"Okay, but I'm going to call you tomorrow. I want to get to the bottom of this," Kathy warned.

Blair got up and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, Kath. We'll talk tomorrow."

She took one last look at the stage before exiting the bar. She was anxious to get home and see what Jason had planned for her now. She felt bad about lying to Kathy, but struggled with what she'd even be able to tell her. Would she really be able to explain what had happened to her over the past week? She'd need to think about it.

She was home in less than fifteen minutes, perched at her computer with a glass of wine beside her. Her pussy was throbbing with need by the time the machine was booted up and the story page was up. Blair clicked on the latest and started to read.

I've just gotten home, and I see a note left on the counter in my kitchen. It is from Joseph. I begin to read what he has written in neat handwritten print. My lips curl up into a smile as I read his words:

Betsey,

We are going to play with your toy again tonight. This time, we're going to use that suction cup at the bottom of it. You know what that's there for, don't you? Of course you do. I think the coffee table will make a perfect spot for this exercise, don't you think? We'd better warm you up first, though. Stand up where you are and remove your clothing. Every stitch of it. Don't read ahead. Just do what I've asked.

Blair took a sip of wine as she stood stark naked in her kitchen, her clothes in a pile on the floor at her feet. The air was cool on her skin, causing goosebumps to appear on her flesh. She focused on her computer screen and resumed reading.

First off, I want you to feel sexy. What makes a woman feel sexy? Lingerie? No. I want you naked. How about a pair of heels? Surely you have that pair that every woman has. You know. The ones that make you feel a little dirty and slutty every time you wear them? Go put those on and come back again.

Blair stood in her kitchen transfixed. She knew just what she'd put on. She had a pair of open toed, high heeled sandals she had purchased for a wedding. She ended up removing them after only an hour, because they were too high to for her to stand in for very long. That being said, they made her feel very slutty, which is something she never would have admitted to herself in the past.

Opening the closet after she entered her bedroom, Blair went through several shoe boxes before finding the pair she wanted. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped them on one at a time and stood. She walked back and forth across the room a few times, getting acclimated to them. As she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the creature she saw in her reflection. She looked sexy, and it made her pussy ache with need. Back in the kitchen she read some more, opting to stand rather than sit.

Much better, isn't it? A woman needs to feel sexy in order to be sexy, don't you think? I want to get you warmed up before we begin. Perhaps a video of what you will be doing will help with that. Turn on your computer go to this web address:

Blair opened a new browser tab and typed in the address. The page brought up a video of a pretty brunette standing naked in a living room. She secured a vibrator just like the one Blair had to the top of the coffee table. She smiled at the camera before straddling the table and lowering herself down until the vibe was just touching her pussy. The camera was behind her and she glanced over her shoulder as she lowered herself down slowly, the vibe disappearing inside her an inch at a time. The video ran for ten minutes, and Blair watched every second. She returned to the previous tab and continued to read.

I bet you can feel that vibrator in your pussy just by watching the video, can't you? I want you to watch again, but use your fingers this time. Imagine riding that toy of yours. Have you ever ridden a cock like that? I think not. I don't think you've experimented much, have you Betsey? We will take care of that.

Blair restarted the video before reaching down with her hand and slipping two fingers inside herself. She kept a rhythm with the woman on the screen, trying to feel what she had felt. Jason was right. She had never been penetrated as she was about to be. She moved her other hand to one of her nipples, sending shock waves through her body. With each minute that passed, she became more anxious to ride the dildo. When the video ended, she was torn between reading more and giving herself an orgasm. Not wanting to displease Jason, she read on.

I believe you must be ready to begin now, Betsey. We need to get those thighs in shape for when you'll ride the real thing, don't we? Attach your toy to the coffee table and and straddle it. Turn it on, perhaps to a medium setting. Not too high, though. I want to prolong this as much as possible.

Blair turned on the toy before taking one last look at the screen, making sure she had her instructions in her mind. Just as the woman on the screen had, she lowered herself down and slowly took the vibe inside her, inch by wonderful inch. When she reached bottom, she let out a low, guttural moan. She stopped there, feeling incredibly full as the vibrations rumbled through her. Once she had adjusted to being stretched, she slowly moved up and down on the relentlessly vibrating toy. Leaning over, she watched as the shaft was revealed on the way up, and then watched as her pussy engulfed it on the way down. The visual stimuli fed the tactile sensations, driving her mad with need. 

Blair was crying out in ecstasy in no time as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She got off of the toy for less than a minute before starting the process over again. She would repeat it yet again before she was finished, or at least finished with this particular act. There was more waiting for her when she was done.

Once she caught her breath, Blair went back to the computer. Her body was shaking, and the secretions from her pussy were dripping down the insides of her thighs. She had never before experienced that, at first thinking she had peed herself. She picked up reading where she had left off, all at once feeling as if she had been hit in the gut.

Now you should retire to the bedroom, Betsey. Leave the heels on, though, and bring your toy. We need one other thing too. Perhaps a hair brush with a nice thick handle, and some baby oil. Or maybe vegetable oil. You'll need some kind of lubrication. I'm sure you don't have a princess plug, but we will remedy that soon. For now, we will have to improvise.

Blair brought everything into the bedroom and pulled back the bedspread, tossing it onto the floor along with the blanket. She curled up onto her side, and followed Jason's instructions which were already seared into her brain after a single reading. Using her fingers, she spread baby oil all over her virgin butt hole, probing slightly with her finger. She kept telling herself to relax as she coated the cylindrical handle of her hair brush with the oil. Taking a deep breath, she pressed it against her anus, and slowly slid it inside. 

She gasped at the intrusion but continued to push until she had the handle in up to the brush. She needed a moment to gather herself before sliding the vibe between her legs and into her pussy. As instructed, she cranked the vibrations up to maximum. With a hand underneath her and a hand behind, Blair treated herself to her first two hole experience, fucking herself from both ends. The feelings were indescribable, and by the time she came, she was a quaking, shuddering mess.

She fell asleep not long after she was done, having tossed the brush and the toy onto the floor and grabbing the blanket. Before passing out, she took the time to type two words back at Jason. 

Thank you.

She didn't wake up until the ringing of her cell phone startled her at a little before noon the next day. She rolled over and fumbled with the phone, having momentarily forgotten her conversation with Kathy the previous evening. 

"Shit," she said to the empty room. "What the hell am I going to tell her?"

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Blair looked at the evidence of the previous evening scattered over the floor. The heels, the baby oil, the vibe and the hairbrush were haphazardly tossed on the floor next to the bed. She crouched down to pick them up, her sore thigh muscles protesting as she did. She was tender elsewhere too. The thought aroused her all over again.

She finished straightening up and pulled the sheets from the bed, carrying them into the laundry room off the kitchen. She started a load of wash and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. The Keurig had just started to fill a mug when her phone rang again. Blair looked down at the screen and took a deep breath before answering.

"Hi Kath," she answered, attempting to sound normal.

"You're finally up, sleeping beauty. Or were you just avoiding me?" Kathy asked. 

"I just slept late. I was reading until way too late last night."

"So?" Kathy demanded.

"What do you mean, so? I told you last night..."

"Blair. I'm coming over with a pizza, and we are going to talk face to face. You're not going to put me off over the phone, and I'll be able to tell if you're lying to me. Now, sausage or pepperoni?"

"Kathy. I..."

"Sausage or pepperoni, Blair?"

"Sausage," Blair replied, resigned to her fate.

"Good. I'll be there in a half hour," Kathy said before she hung up.

Blair grabbed her mug of coffee and poured in a splash of milk before heading upstairs to brush her teeth and throw on some clothes. She moved swiftly, wanting to check for any posted comments before Kathy arrived. Once back in the kitchen, she sat at the counter sipping her coffee as the website loaded. Jason had seen her post and replied.

B

You are quite welcome, my dear. I trust that your first experience of this type left you feeling both satisfied and curious. I think you should have a repeat performance tonight, and I will reward you with another installment by tomorrow evening. I hope you spend the day mired in anticipation of this evenings activities.

Best,

J

Blair bit her lip and shut down the computer. Reading that had set her off again, and despite her tenderness, she felt aroused at the thought of what she'd do later that night. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, and she got off her stool to answer the door. 

Kathy carried in a pizza box and a two liter bottle of Coke Zero, setting them down on the kitchen table. She gave Blair a hug and they each took a seat at the table. Kathy looked at her friend closely, as if trying to ascertain if she were an alien being of some kind that had snatched the body of her friend.

"Okay, honey. What is it? What have the two of you been up to?"

"I told you yesterday. We haven't done anything. Not exactly. I mean, we've never been together or anything."

"So this is all just a schoolgirl crush?"

"Well, not exactly that either."

"What does that mean Blair? You aren't telling me anything, other than there is something to tell."

Blair stared at her friend for a moment before making a decision. Finally she nodded and took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you something that sounds crazy, even to me. First, you have to promise me that this will never leave this room, Okay? Do you promise?"

"I promise," Kathy said with a nod. "Let's hear it."

•* * * *

The pizza sat untouched across the table as they sat side by side staring at the computer screen before them. They were silent as Kathy read the end of the latest story. Once she'd finished, she closed the laptop and stood. 

"I think maybe I'd like a glass of wine," she said. "Would you like to join me?"

Blair nodded and got up to get the wine glasses. Kathy undid the cork from a bottle of Merlot, pouring some into the two glasses Blair had brought over. She held up a glass to her friend, and they clinked glasses and took a sip.

"When you break out of your shell, you really break out, Blair."

Blair gave her a shy smile and a shrug. "I guess I do."

"Are you sure he doesn't know it's you?"

"I don't think he has any idea. It can be anyone, Kath. He's the one writing the stories. For all he knows, it could be a ninety year old man in Timbuktu writing those comments."

"What are you going to do if he writes them into a sex scene together, Blair? Have you given any thought to that?"

"I'm trying not to think about it. Right now, it isn't something I need to worry about."

"Not now. But honey, you are walking on dangerous ground. You haven't exactly been in control of yourself."

Blair paused before replying. "True, and I know all of this is out of character for me, but what have I done that is so horrible, Kathy? Have I done anything that you haven't done?"

"Technically, no. I don't know Blair. You were always so...innocent," Kathy said with a laugh.

"I know. It was past time for me to come out of my shell. It isn't like he's asking me to shoot heroin and prostitute myself, right?"

"Don't even," Kathy said. "I'd kill the bastard."

"So there it is, Kathy," Blair said, refilling their wine glasses. 

"And here I thought the two of you had a drunken fling or something."

"I think this qualifies as or something," Blair replied with a giggle.

"I'd say so. I'm here if you need me, honey. Let's leave it at that."

Blair smiled and hugged her friend. "I guess we'd better nuke this pizza," she said as she brought the box over to the counter. "I'm hungry."

•* * * *

That evening, Blair was lying naked on her bed, panting and sweaty. Her mind circled back to her discussion with Kathy, and she realized that her friend was going to know exactly what she was doing and when. Of course, that assumed Kathy would continue to read the stories and comments, something Blair thought was likely. She giggled to herself, thinking it amusing and wondering if Kathy might end up with a bit of pleasure herself.

Once she had sufficiently recovered, she stood up and retrieved her computer. Jason had not yet posted anything as of the last time she'd checked, and she was anxious to see what would come next. As she waited for the machine to start up, she panicked, wondering what she'd do if he suddenly stopped posting stories. He wouldn't, she thought as her heart pounded in her chest.

She felt incredibly relieved when she opened the page and saw the new story. Her relief was short lived, however, when she read the story. "Damn it," she growled. "Why the hell did I tell Kathy about this? Today of all days?" She went back to the start of the story and read it again. 

I'm sitting at my desk, nervous tension in my stomach. Joseph has given me instructions, and I'm waiting for the best time to follow them. I watch as he leaves his office for a weekly management meeting, knowing her will be gone until lunch time. I wait until the stragglers get into the office before grabbing my purse and heading to the ladies room.

•* * * *

On Monday morning, Blair waited until Jason had left for his meeting and Kathy was tied up in a discussion with someone else. She rose quickly and headed into the bathroom. Once inside, she checked to make sure she was alone, and entered the stall farthest from the door. Once inside, she pulled up her skirt and sat on the closed toilet seat.

Her hands, quite adept now, found her clit. She massaged it through the silky material of her black panties. The fingers of her other hand were pushing the silky material inside her as far as it would stretch as she fucked herself with them. Blair was beyond excited, and she erupted in an orgasm almost immediately. A second one would come, but not before she was interrupted twice by bathroom traffic. After recovering, she removed the panties that were now creamy and drenched. She rolled the lace and silk garment into a ball small enough to be hidden in her fist. She left the bathroom, hoping she wasn't too much of a sweaty mess.

She returned to her desk, avoiding Kathy's stare as she grabbed a file and carried it into Jason's office. She quickly walked around to the far side of the desk and opened the top right drawer, depositing the panties on top of a tray filled with paper clips. She closed the drawer, dropped the case file on top of a pile of others, and left.

She sat down at her desk and looked up, feeling Kathy's eyes upon her. Her friend gave her a questioning look, and Blair gave a slight nod. Kathy brought a hand up to her mouth and shook her head slightly.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

Blair shrugged and blushed. Within an hour, Jason was going to realize that one of these women was the one. Things just got real, and instead of being scared, she felt elated. 

Both Kathy and Blair watched as Jason returned from his meeting and walked into the office. He sat at his desk and looked at the stack of cases that had piled up in his absence. He hated those meetings, feeling they were a waste of time. Digging into the first case, Jason pulled out a few sheets of paper, making several notations to the person that handled the case. He pulled open his drawer and reached in to get a paper clip without so much as a glance.

His hand touched something soft, cool and damp, causing him to yank it out of the drawer and jump to his feet. He looked down and felt his heart leap in his chest. A pair of black silk and lace panties had been placed on top of his paper clips. He looked around the room, then back into the drawer. A thousand thoughts went through his mind at once. How? How could someone know it was him? It must be a joke, he thought. He reached in and picked the panties up. They were soaked. Probably fucking with me, he guessed. Rinsed them in the sink and put them in the drawer. He raised them near his face and sniffed them. Holy shit. That isn't water I'm smelling. It's pussy. Someone here is Betsey, he realized, and she knows he is Joseph.