0 comments/ 39270 views/ 6 favorites Girls Behaving Badly By: hobrigef The phone went on Melissa's desk and she let it ring out a couple of times before picking up. "Yeah," she drawled. "Your three o'clock is here, Miss Lane," came the cheerful voice of Joanna Gonzales, on reception. "Okay, thanks Jo." "Shall I bring him through?" asked Jo. Melissa checked her watch. He was a few minutes early. Par for the course for a job interview, she supposed. Especially if you really needed the job like she knew this guy did. "No, not yet, I'm running a little behind schedule today." Not really true. Sure, she was busy but Melissa was always busy. Today was Wednesday and, as per usual, she was running like clockwork. She could quite easily start the interview bang on time, if she wanted to, but Melissa decided it would be good to make the guy sweat. Melissa smiled to herself. After all, she could do pretty much as she pleased, couldn't she? At just thirty years of age, Melissa Lane was the company's top executive officer, answerable only to the Chairman, who in any case she had wrapped around her little finger. She'd got there with a potent mix of brains and beauty, both of which she used to maximum effect. Her looks, in particular, she'd always found to be an enormous asset in business, indeed in life generally. Blessed with a lovely face and a stunning figure, Melissa was drop down gorgeous and she knew it. Men turned to jelly around her. They were putty in her hands and she had no scruples whatsoever in using that to her advantage. Melissa had used men mercilessly to get ahead and these days, having made it to the top, she used them more than ever. In a different way though. No longer needing career advancement, or money for that matter, Melissa now used men purely for entertainment purposes. It amused her how they ogled and drooled over her, how easily she could get them worked up. She had a whale of a time with the guys at work. There was no way that any of the men who worked for the company had even a remote chance of getting into her knickers, they were rather a sorry bunch on the whole, but it was fun to tease them. Melissa liked knowing that all the guys at work lusted over her and she behaved in a way calculated to feed their hopeless fantasies. In particular, she drove them crazy with how she dressed to the office, tortured the poor guys with her short skirts and classy heels, her sexy, revealing tops. Melissa also loved being the boss. Being the boss meant that if she felt like being extremely naughty, which was quite often, she could get away with things that otherwise wouldn't be allowed. Today, knowing she'd be doing this interview, she was wearing a sleek, lemon coloured business suit. The look was professional but very sexy. Her skirt was form fitting and quite short. Not too short, no way would you call it slutty, but pretty short nevertheless. Finishing several inches above the knee, the skirt was the perfect length to show off her shapely legs. It slid teasingly up her thighs when she sat down, particularly when she crossed her legs. Melissa was perfectly aware of that, of course. The suit jacket had three buttons at the front and was rather low cut even though she had it fully fastened. Under the jacket, Melissa wore only a tiny white lace bra. The bra framed her lovely breasts to mouthwatering effect. She was showing some cleavage but again, not too much, nothing tarty or anything. Just enough to tantalise. Especially if she leant forward a little bit because then you could just about see her nipples ... but only from certain angles and only if you really stared. Melissa was in a good mood, having just paid a visit to the all male accounts department. The purpose was ostensibly to check on how things were going this month with the numbers but really it was because she felt like showing the guys in there how hot she was looking. There were five guys in accounts, including Roger Moss, the supervisor, and five pairs of longing male eyes were glued to Melissa's every move as she paraded around the room, bum wiggling and hips swaying, holding forth on this and that. The poor guys were mesmerised. They couldn't take their eyes off her. After a while, she perched up on a table at the front of the room and started sexily crossing and recrossing her legs, allowing her skirt to do its thing. Before too long, with Melissa openly flaunting her luscious legs in front of them, the poor tantalised clerks were emitting involuntary, and embarrassingly audible, groans of desire. Embarrassing for them that is. Melissa loved it when they started grunting and groaning because it reinforced how desirable she was, how she was making them suffer. What made this scenario even better was that, as their boss and knowing they were quite scared of her, there was no need for Melissa to pretend she wasn't deliberately tormenting them. They were never going to protest or say anything. She had the poor guys stewing in an awkward mix of lust and embarrassment and there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it. They stared hungrily at her legs, too ashamed to look up and risk catching her eye. Melissa could therefore drive the guys crazy and, at the same time, coolly observe the effect she was having. Oh how she loved to watch them squirm! Melissa knew all the guys had erections from ogling her legs and, in the case of poor old Roger Moss, it was very obvious. The unfortunate Roger was wearing loose fitting cotton slacks and the bulge in his crotch was quite clearly visible. Melissa noticed him trying to cover his lap with a file. "Hey Roger, put that file back on the table and pay attention to what I'm saying," she ordered. Roger did so and his erection was again painfully apparent. Melissa could see that Roger was blushing and that beads of sweat were starting to trickle down his plump face. She stopped speaking and stared at him for several seconds, letting his embarrassment grow, enjoying his obvious discomfort. God, the guy really should lose some weight she thought, not for the first time. "Rodge the Podge" he'd been nicknamed in the office a while ago. Roger hated being called Podge or Podgie or the like but, unfortunately for him, the name had stuck. "You okay Podge, honey?" said Melissa. She felt mischievous today. "Yes Melissa," stammered Roger, blushing furiously now. "Okay sweetie, it's just that you look a bit ... erm ... flustered shall we say," said Melissa, grinning wickedly. The other guys had started sniggering, enjoying this now it looked as if she'd decided to pick on Roger. Melissa chuckled and winked at them, a sign that it was okay to go ahead and laugh at the poor guy. Roger stayed silent and looked down at the floor. He knew that Melissa could see his erection sticking up inside his trousers and he was horribly embarrassed. Desperately, he willed his cock to subside but it was no good. All Roger could think of was how gorgeous Melissa looked ... oh how he yearned to do more than just look at her! Melissa rarely passed up a chance to torture Roger, to make fun of the poor guy in front of his team. This was particularly bad of her because she knew that Roger was in any case prey to being picked on around the office. He had virtually no authority with the guys who supposedly worked for him and they made his life a misery with their constant bullying. Melissa was aware of how Roger was persecuted and she knew that she could quite easily put a stop to it if she wanted. Treating him with some respect in front of the others would have helped but Melissa usually made a point of doing the exact opposite. She found the lurid tales of bullying rather funny, hilarious some of them, and she tacitly encouraged it by treating him with open contempt. She took delight in holding him up to general ridicule, thus confirming poor Roger's status as no more than a laughing stock. "Look at me, Roger, when I'm talking to you!" she snapped now. Roger looked up from the floor. He tried to hold Melissa's cool mocking gaze but found that he couldn't. He also wished his erection would go away, or at least go down a little, but there was no chance of that. Melissa was still perched on the table, legs sexily crossed, one shoe dangling seductively from her foot. God the woman had such gorgeous legs! ... long and shapely and so smooth looking too ... moisturised with just the right amount of cream ... and the way she was sitting, oh god, just look at her luscious thighs! For a guy like Roger, who had no wife or girlfriend, who lived with his mother and hadn't had sex with a woman for years, it was sheer torture. His pussy starved cock was on fire! Melissa summoned him from his seat, beckoning him forward with her finger, smiling sweetly at the poor guy. "Come here my little dumpling. Come up here to Melissa." Roger got up and shuffled over to Melissa, desperately trying to hide his erection. His predicament was obvious and everyone was openly laughing at him. One of the guys, Greg Granger, the one who Melissa had heard bullied Roger the worst, was just about falling off his chair. "You trying to hide something down there, Podge?" she inquired mockingly. "Um, no Melissa," stammered Roger, horribly embarrassed now. "Mmm, well I think you are," she chuckled. "Could be wrong but I reckon Podgy Pie has got himself all excited from staring at my legs." Laughter rang around the room, the loudest cackles from Greg who was clearly loving this. Poor Roger was completely helpless. Melissa had him on a spit and she was ever so slowly roasting him. "What do you think guys?" grinning at the others, then at Greg in particular. "Greg honey, what do you reckon?" "I'd say he's got a massive boner for you, Melissa?" chuckled Greg. Melissa arched an eyebrow, smiled sardonically. "Massive?" she said. "Well, you know, as massive as his can get," sneered Greg. Peals of laughter now from everyone. Except the humiliated Roger, of course. "Hey, how about we take a look?" grinned Melissa and she made Roger put his hands behind his back. Roger was now stood there with his dick tenting out inside his trousers ... it wasn't a very big dick but it was a boner alright. "Ooo Podge sweetie, what have we got there then?" said Melissa, looking down and suggestively licking her lips. "Come on my little dumpling, you can tell me. You've got a stiffy from ogling my legs haven't you? Come on my little pooch, tell me. Have you been looking at my legs?" "Um, yes," stammered Roger, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. "Yes, what? Come on, I wanna hear you say. We ALL wanna hear it, don't we guys?" Jeers and laughter around the room. A general chorus of assent. Melissa felt a thrilling sense of power. "So tell everybody why you're standing in the middle of the office with a stiff cock," she taunted. "I was looking at your legs, Melissa." "That's better sweetie, no point pretending is there? So you like my legs do you Roger? Mmmm, I bet you do! Especially when I'm wearing a nice short skirt, eh Podgie? How about this skirt I've got on today? Do I look sexy enough for you, baby?" "You look gorgeous, Melissa!" "Aw so sweet! Thank you Roger! What a shame that all I do is tease you. Yeah I know, honey ... I know I'm a big tease. Such a bad girl, aren't I? ... getting you worked up like this ... getting you all horny ... hey and I bet you haven't had a sniff for absolutely ages, am I right honey?" Roger nodded and stared down at his feet. His face was scarlet with shame. "Has it been, like, years?" Melissa giggled. "Um, yes," he managed to stutter. "Oh Podge, you poor little man! How terribly frustrated you must be! And here's me teasing you in this short skirt. I'm sorry honey, I guess it must be torture for you." Melissa smiled over at Greg. "Hey Greg honey, can you imagine that? Poor old Podge here must be soooo frustrated, don't you think?" "Fuck yeah! Bet he's just about creaming his pants!" Greg, who did have a modest degree of success with girls, allowed himself a snicker. He was loving how Melissa was totally humiliating the wretched Roger. "Well, should we take a closer look?" said Melissa and she slid off the table and stood next to Roger, the two of them facing the others. Melissa slid her hand down to Roger's crotch and started to stroke the outline of his dick. "Mmm it sure feels hard guys, I can vouch for that," she purred. Soon poor Roger was groaning with lust, desperate for Melissa to use more than her fingertips ... to do more than she was doing. The way she was stroking around his dick and occasionally tickling his balls, through the material of his pants, was maddening. His whole body tingled with desire for Melissa and his poor pussy starved cock was throbbing. He felt a terrible need to come, to explode, but of course he couldn't. The others looked on, cackling with laughter, as Melissa carried on tormenting his cock. "Hey, so should we make him take it out?" pulling her torturing hand away and grinning at the other guys. An enthusiastic chorus of yeahs. Melissa winked at Greg. "What do you think Greg, baby? Should we take a look? See if he's got a big one or a small one?" "Yeah Melissa, make him drop his pants!" yelled Greg. She turned to Roger. "You heard the man, Roger. Let's see those pants around your ankles. Here come on, I'll help you." Melissa quickly and skilfully debagged him so that Roger was now standing there in front of the whole department with his trousers and underpants down around his ankles, erect cock fully displayed and pointing upwards at quite an angle. Melissa ran a finger lightly up and down his shaft, producing more agonised groaning from the poor tormented Roger. She pouted and pursed her lips, shook her head slightly and smiled at Greg. "Need a second opinion, Greg honey, because I reckon this is a pretty unimpressive sized pecker that old Podge has got here. What do you think, Greg baby? Would you say Podgie's cock is a little on the small side?" "It's fucking pathetic." said Greg. "Mmm, I bet you've got a much bigger one haven't you baby?" said Melissa. "Oh yeah." Greg's face broke into a wolfish grin. "So how about you show it to me, hunky?" Melissa giggled. As intended, Melissa's question came over to Greg as playful and sexy, rather than mocking. She wasn't planning to humiliate him like she was poor Roger. Greg, who did have quite a big cock and was inordinately proud of it, unzipped his fly and pulled it out so Melissa could see. He had a massive erection, sexually turned on both from Melissa's earlier teasing and how she was now persecuting Roger. "Mmm, yummy!" said Melissa, nodding and licking her lips, looking impressed and generally appreciative. "Now that's the sort of cock a girl likes to see. What do you say Roger? I bet you wish you had a big cock like that, don't you? Hey, why don't you tell him? Go on Podgie, tell Greg over there how you wish you had a nice big cock like his." This was unspeakably humiliating for the wretched Roger. Greg was a cruel bastard of a guy, somebody who bullied him at work remorselessly, and now here was Melissa making him do this. "Tell him Podge!" she said sharply. "I wish I had a nice big cock like yours, Greg," he croaked. "Life's so not fair is it, Lardface?" said Greg. Everyone fell about laughing, including Melissa. She could see that Greg was loving this and that gave her a rather devilish idea. "You know I've had a thought," she grinned. "The guy with the big cock should be the boss in this department, don't you think? And the guy with the little cock should call him sir and should do whatever he's told, don't you think guys? Greg, do you wanna be the boss? Should we agree that it's gonna be like that for the rest of today? How do you like the sound of that, baby? You call the shots and Podge can call you sir and be like your servant. Sound good?" "Sounds very good, Melissa," grinned Greg, sitting there like the king of the castle with his big hard cock sticking up out of his fly. "Mmmm ... I do love the sight of that cock of yours, Greg honey," purred Melissa. "Hey, thanks," said Greg, who had started to play with himself. "And you know what?" she went on. "It looks like it could do with being taken care of ... yeah I bet you could use a nice blowjob couldn't you baby?" "Sure could." grinned the exultant Greg. "And seeing as you're the boss man, I reckon you deserve it, don't you think? Hmmm, so let's see if we can do something about it right now." Melissa winked at Greg. "Now then, all we need is a volunteer ... hey I know! ... maybe somebody with a pathetic little dick who used to be the boss until he was just this minute demoted!" Melissa turned and smiled wickedly at Roger. The poor guy realised what was coming. "Please Melissa, please not that!" "Aw listen to him, guys ... ppplease Melissa ppplease." Gales of appreciative laughter at Melissa's cruelly accurate mimicry. Melissa knew this was wicked but she was enjoying herself too much to stop. She forced Roger to crawl over to Greg and kneel in front of him. As for Greg, he was the cat that's got the cream, sitting ready with his legs apart, relishing the delicious prospect of having the unfortunate Roger suck on his dick "Now then Podge," chuckled Melissa, "I know how much you're looking forward to getting Greg's lovely big cock in your mouth but I think he'd appreciate it if you asked him nicely first. You know how to beg don't you, Podge? ... c'mon sweetie, it's easy ... just pretend you're a dog or something." "Greg, please let me suck your dick." "Hey Melissa, I thought he was supposed to call Greg sir," chimed in one of the other guys, who'd crowded round to get a good view. "Yeah c'mon now Podge, play fair." giggled Melissa. "Let's hear a bit of respect for your new boss?" "Please sir, can I suck your big dick," mumbled poor, helpless Roger. Greg made a sarcastic show of considering it before grinning and nodding. "Sure, go ahead Podgie boy," and he pointed down at his stiff member. Roger dropped his head into Greg's lap and took the large erect dick into his mouth, trying desperately not to gag. Melissa looked at her watch. Shit, half past two! Didn't time fly when you were having fun? Must leave soon to do the interview. She reached down and yanked Roger's face out of Greg's groin. "Okay, look ... I have to get back now but Greg honey, you can make this last as long as you like. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Hey, and make sure he does it right ... you know what I mean, baby?" "Oh yeah, I sure do," grinned Greg. His face was flushed with sadistic anticipation. "Mmm, I just bet you do, honey" Melissa giggled. "I'll leave it up to you whether you wanna come in his mouth or whether you'd rather spurt over his face. Oh and once he's finished, don't forget to have him kiss your arse and say thanks for the experience." She turned to grin at the others. "You guys can watch, okay? ... should be quite a spectacle. Then how about we say that all four of you can carry on messing around with Roger for the whole afternoon? ... just torture him however you want." Melissa looked down at the wretched Roger who was still on his knees. She laughed and bent over, ruffled his hair and tweaked his nose. "Podge, just so you fully understand, Greg and the guys are in charge for the rest of today and you're gonna do anything they tell you to do, okay? ... and I mean absolutely anything. I'll fire your sorry ass if I hear about you giving any problems." Roger was crying now but even with the tears rolling down his face, and with everyone laughing at him, his sex starved cock was still responding to a raging desire for Melissa. The way she was bending over meant that her luscious half exposed breasts were tantalisingly displayed right under his nose. Melissa could see that Roger was drooling over the close up view of her tits and she made a point of jiggling them around in his face for a few seconds. Girls Behaving Badly "Anyway, must dash! ... see you around, Roger honey," she said. Melissa left them to it and returned to her office. God I'm such a bitch! she thought, chuckling over what she'd just done to Roger Moss, imagining the humiliations in store for the poor man. She made a mental note that it would be as well to fire Roger tomorrow, otherwise things might get a little out of hand down there in accounts. The number crunching was important to the company and Melissa didn't want it getting neglected. In any case, Melissa sometimes got a little bored with tormenting the same old victims, felt the need to spice things up a little. Hence the interview with this loser today, the guy who'd just turned up in reception. She had no intention of giving the man a job, of course. She was just going to play around with him. Have some fun at the poor bastard's expense. Melissa continued her brief phone conversation with Joanna on reception. "Better have him wait there a while. Check back with me in one hour, okay?" "Sure Miss Lane, no problem!" "Hey sugar, what's with the Miss Lane business?" "Sorry Melissa," giggled Jo. "By the way Jo, you might want to pop along to accounts in a few minutes. See what's going on with Rodge the Podge." "Oh really, why?" giggled Jo. "Are they torturing the poor man again?" "You just pop down there and tell me about it later," said Melissa, also giggling. "Sure thing!" laughed Jo. Melissa hung up, chuckling at how her young and pretty receptionist sounded so happy with life. Melissa liked Jo, enjoyed the girl's exuberant and bubbly nature. Joanna Gonzales was just turned nineteen, pretty much fresh out of high school when she'd joined the company a few months ago, and she exuded an air of playfulness. She was attractive too, extremely attractive, and it wasn't long before some of the guys in the office were spending rather too much time hanging around her, and rather too little time doing the jobs they were paid to do. Word soon reached Melissa about this and one day she summoned Joanna to come see her to "discuss the situation regarding you and the guys in the office" as she put it in the memo. Melissa had, in any case, noticed the way a lot of the men were acting with Jo, slobbering like dogs around a juicy bone, and it was pretty obvious to her expert eye that Jo was leading them on ... that the girl was fully aware of the effect she was having and was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing. Oh sure, the guys might be fooled, stupid fuckers that they were. They probably thought sexy little Joanna didn't realise the effect she was having with her oh so tight, hipster jeans and her scanty, just barely decent tops ... but Melissa wasn't fooled for a second. She recognised a kindred spirit. Melissa could see that this new receptionist, far from being the young innocent, was actually a major league cock tease. Jo, fearing a dressing down or maybe worse, had looked worried when the time came for their meeting. Melissa had soon put her fears to rest and she smiled now as she recalled the conversation they'd had ... just a few weeks ago it was. "Look honey, I know how it is with you and the guys out there," said Melissa, grinning at the girl. "They all reckon they're in with a chance of getting inside your knickers but you're just teasing them, aren't you Joanna? You're teasing their nuts off, aren't you?" "Sorry Miss Lane, I can't seem to help it," replied Jo, sensing, from the friendliness of Melissa's manner, that maybe she wasn't in too much trouble after all. "It's okay Jo, don't worry, I'm not angry with you. And please call me Melissa, by the way ... but I'm right aren't I? Come on sugar, it's just us girls together, you can tell me. You're having yourself a ball teasing those poor guys, aren't you?" "Yeah, I suppose I am," said Jo, giggling. "Is it, like, totally obvious?" "Well, probably not to those jerks but it is to me," chuckled Melissa. "You're driving the poor saps crazy and loving every second of it. Am I right or am I right?" "Aw okay. So do you want me to stop it?" "Honey, I most certainly do not want you to stop it," said Melissa. "Quite the opposite, in fact. I know what you're doing and it's completely okay by me. Far as I'm concerned, you can tease the guys around this place as much as you want. I mean it. You can absolutely torture the poor slobs if you like. It's about all they're good for anyway, don't you think?" Melissa winked at Jo, who started giggling again. "Hey, and just to show you how much I approve, how about we quadruple your salary? Starting from right now. How does that sound, honey?" "Gee thanks, Miss Lane!" "Melissa, please." "Well thanks, Melissa." "My pleasure, sweetie. And maybe spend some of it on a few new outfits for work, you know what I mean?" Melissa winked again at the girl. Both of them had the giggles now. Jo could hardly believe what she was hearing. A few minutes ago she'd been dreading losing her job because of how she'd been behaving at work, how she'd been tormenting the guys around the office, and yet now it looked like, far from being punished for being such a tease, she was getting a pat on the back and a big fat pay rise! Because here was Melissa Lane, the big boss lady herself, telling her it was totally cool to tease these guys as much as she liked. Pretty much instructing her, in fact, to dress extra sexy for work so as to torture the poor bastards even more! Wow, talk about a dream job! "Mmm, let me see now," Jo giggled. "I suppose I could do with buying a couple more skirts ... you know, like, really short ones to show off my legs a bit more?" "Oh definitely," agreed Melissa, also giggling. "A nice short skirt always gets them slobbering. All you have to do is sit there, crossing your legs every now and again, and they start drooling all over the place. You can drive the poor bastards insane just by doing that." "Yeah oh god Melissa, you're so right! I used to wear short skirts for school sometimes and you should have seen the way all the boys tried to hang around, ogling me ... you know, staring at my legs? ... straining to get a good look when they thought I wasn't noticing? Hah what a scream!" Melissa didn't get the opportunity too often for such stimulating girly conversation and she was enjoying it enormously. She cracked open a bottle of chardonnay from the fridge in her office and, for the next couple of hours, the two of them had a lovely gossipy chat about a whole host of things. One thing they discussed at length was the sheer pleasure of being female and gorgeous looking. Especially, and they agreed wholeheartedly on this particular point, with being surrounded by all these pathetic guys at work. What fun to be the object of such intense male desire! Basking in the lustful attention ... aware that every guy in the office wants to fuck you, that they can't stop imagining you naked ... knowing full well their cocks are constantly hard for you. And such a sadistic thrill to deliberately torment them with your hot female body. Wearing sexy, revealing outfits around the office. Getting the poor guys all worked up but only to tease and tantalise and frustrate. What a power kick, being able to wind them up so easily! You could casually torment them whenever you wanted ... just torture the poor fuckers pretty much the whole time, all day and every day, if you felt like it. No need for dungeons or whips or chains ... just an everyday office, a few captive nerdy guys and a couple of delicious looking females like Melissa and Jo with a wardrobe full of short skirts and tight jeans and skimpy tops, plus a cruel sense of humour and a penchant for cock teasing. "One thing I should tell you, sugar. Something you probably don't know," said Melissa. "Mmmm?" replied Jo. "Well, the situation is the guys round here, they're not allowed to, you know, relieve themselves sexually in any way while they're at work." "What they can't, like, go and jerk off in the toilets?" said Jo, clearly fascinated by this. "Nope," said Melissa. "I sent a memo round a few months back saying any guy caught doing that is getting fired on the spot. I've got these cameras installed in all the mens rooms to make sure they don't get up to anything sneaky." "No way!" "Well between you and me, they're fake but they don't know that. Main thing is they do the trick." "So let me get this right," giggled Jo. "I can go around teasing the guys as much as I want and they can't even relieve themselves with a quick wank? Oh my god!" "Good, isn't it?" chuckled Melissa. "It's better than good," exclaimed Jo. "Thing is I know that the guys in the office spend a lot of their time fantasising about me. I like that. I love the thought of their cocks being hard for me. I also like the thought of them jerking off, thinking about how great it would be to fuck me ... but not on company time, you know what I mean? They can do that when they're at home ... plus, if they're jerking off at work, it can kind of take the edge off things. If they can keep running off to sort themselves out when they've got a hard on, then they're not gonna be quite so desperate the whole time, are they? This way is better, don't you agree honey? ... don't you think you'll find teasing them even more fun, now you know?" "Melissa, you are a wicked woman!" said Jo, giggling and nodding. "Oooo just imagine how frustrated the poor guys must be!" "Especially when it's not just me torturing them," giggled Melissa. "The poor bastards have now got you too, haven't they sugar? ... they've got you floating around the place driving them crazy, isn't that right sweetie?" Jo had a very naughty grin on her face. She made a mental note to devote most of the coming weekend to clothes shopping. "You know, Melissa, I think I'm gonna love working here," she said. "I think so too, sugar," said Melissa Melissa and Jo reminisced a bit about school and found they had a tremendous amount in common. How they gradually became aware of their looks, of their blossoming beauty, the power it gave them over boys. Discovering the delicious enjoyment of exploiting and abusing that power for their own amusement. Dangling the boys on a string ... teasing and manipulating ... toying with them ... realising they could get away with just about anything and, as a consequence, becoming ever more malicious, downright cruel at times. "God Melissa, I was soooo wicked at school sometimes!" giggled Jo. "Especially in my last year, I just kind of tortured the boys non stop, you know what I mean?" "Oh yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I did too," said Melissa. "You know the best thing? What I loved the most?" said Jo. "Mmmm, let me guess," said Melissa, thinking back a few years to when she'd been far and away the prettiest girl in school. "Having a whole group of boys fighting each other over you? Watching them all make fools of themselves, trying to impress you?" "Nah, not that. That was fun but not that." "How about just that delicious feeling of going around school wearing stuff that you know is driving the boys and the male teachers completely crazy?" said Melissa. "Like short skirts you mean?" grinned Jo. "Yeah, short skirts and the other stuff too. Blouse unbuttoned a little too far, either no bra or one of those sexy little lace ones. Those tight jeans that you can wear way down on your hips ... you know what I mean, honey?" "Oh god definitely!" giggled Jo. "Thing to do with jeans like that is wear them with a little cropped off tee shirt so you're showing off your belly. Yeah that gets the boys going, alright." "Or a thin cotton tee shirt that's low cut and really clings," said Melissa, thoroughly enjoying this trip down memory lane. "Yeah, and no bra underneath," said Jo. "All those horny, drooling boys staring at your tits!" "Mmmm, I so remember all that," giggled Melissa, getting well and truly turned on by the conversation she was having here with Jo. "Flaunting your body, knowing you look totally hot, knowing that every boy in school is lusting over you. Ogling you the whole time, fantasising over you ... thinking about you when they're by themselves, jerking off. And all you do is tease the poor things! Yeah, that's gotta be about the best thing." "Yes, but not the absolute best thing," said Jo. "Okay sugar, so how about I have one more guess?" laughed Melissa. "Go on then," giggled Jo. "So, yeah, gotta be where you drive a boy so completely fucking nuts he ends up begging. You know what I mean, Jo? The poor bastard is so horny that he's just gagging for it. You let him take you on a few dates, let him spend his money on you, and on the dates you dress and act really sexy but you never let him do much more than kiss you. Occasionally, you let him feel you up but not for long ... that's just to inflame him, make him want you more, increase his frustration. You lead him on something rotten ... you tease him so much, poor guy, that he goes half crazy and he ends up begging you to give him what he wants." "Mmmm, that's gotta be it, yeah. It's like he's your toy or something and you just play with him" giggled Jo. "Hey, what is it he wants, Melissa? You know, this poor boy that we're talking about. He wants to fuck you I suppose, right?" "Well yes, obviously. But he thinks I'm a nice girl and back then I'm only sixteen, maybe seventeen, and so he knows we won't be going all the way." "He's cool with that?" "Yeah, he'd totally love to fuck me, of course, but he's pretty cool with that." "So what do you make him beg for then?" asked the giggling Jo. It was obvious she knew the answer but the two girls are having a great time, drinking the wine and talking, and they both want to keep playing along. "Well the thing is, on the last of these dates, we go to see a film and I start touching up his cock. We're sitting by ourselves in a row at the back, and the cinema is pretty empty, so we can get up to some sexy stuff if we want to. At first it's just putting my hand on his lap. I can feel he's getting a boner in there and, for the first bit of the film, all I do is let my hand rest there. I keep a straight face but inside I'm having a good giggle about the effect I'm having on this poor boy. How just being close to me is enough to get his dick all hard." "Ha! And I bet you resting your hand on it is getting him, like, totally worked up?" giggled Jo. "Oh yeah. He can feel my hand there, just like I can feel his dick. I know he wants me to do a whole lot more than I'm doing. He's scared to ask though, in case I get annoyed and take my hand away. I do plan on doing more, as it happens, but not quite in the way he's hoping." "You start teasing his dick, right? Make the poor boy squirm?" chuckled Jo, thinking how she also enjoyed teasing her many frustrated boyfriends pretty much exactly like Melissa was describing. "Mmmm, too right!" exclaimed Melissa, chuckling as she refilled their glasses. "Here's to all those suffering, squirming boys!" said Jo and she raised her glass in mock salute. "Yeah, so I've got this poor boy just where I want him and, for about the last hour of the film, I drive him fucking crazy. I squeeze his dick through his pants a few times, feeling it kind of throb and get even harder. His breathing gets heavy, he starts panting and I snuggle in really close, still squeezing away at his dick. He can smell my perfume, he feels my hair falling against his neck, feels my thigh rubbing up against his ... plus what I'm doing with my hand and you can imagine that, pretty soon, he's really suffering. God Jo, you should see how the poor boy is grunting and groaning and squirming around in his seat! I start whispering in his ear, all sexy, asking if he likes what I'm doing, but he's so worked up he can't even answer. Just more groaning and wriggling around." "The poor thing!" giggled Jo. "He can't touch me back either," continued Melissa. "He's dying to feel up my skirt or inside my top but, when he tries that, I tell him to stop or I'm going home. He has to just sit there and suffer while I torture him. He's almost in heaven ... except the way I'm keeping him stoked up and unsatisfied is more like a kind of hell." "Melissa you are so wicked, you really are!" giggled Jo. "It gets worse," chuckled Melissa. "Using my fingertips, I start tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. He's moaning and squirming like crazy now. His whole world is reduced to his cock and my soft, tormenting fingers. He can't think of anything except his raging desire for me ... his needy, aching cock imprisoned inside his pants ... how it yearns to jump free and explode! And I keep on whispering these sexy things softly into his ear ... "are you hot for me, baby?" ... "oooo you feel so big down there!" ... "does this feel good, baby?" ... that sort of stuff, you know?" "You're leading him on, right? Getting his hopes up? Making him think he's gonna be getting a real handjob or something?" prompted Jo, demonstrating her considerable expertise in these matters. "Yeah, that's the thing," grinned Melissa. "I know exactly what I'm doing. If he thinks it's gonna end like that, with me getting him off, then that just makes it so much worse for the poor bastard when I leave him high and dry." "Total frustration!" giggled Jo, thinking of the countless times she'd done the same sort of thing. "So there's still a while to go before the film ends and I ask him if he wants to undo his pants and take his dick out so I can play with it properly." "No! Melissa, you didn't!" exclaimed Jo, feigning surprise. "Oh god Jo, you should have seen his reaction! ... "oh yeah Melissa, fuck yes!" he goes and he's got his pants undone and his dick out in world record time." "Bet the poor guy thinks he's gonna get the works now." "Yeah, he definitely does," giggled Melissa. "His cock is so hard it's sticking up vertical. I put my hand around it and I can feel it pulsing and throbbing. I can feel how bad he needs to come. I know that, if I just squeeze firmly and stroke it in the right way, he'll be spurting like a volcano in less than five seconds. That's what he wants, of course. That's what he's so looking forward to. He's totally desperate for me to bring him off right there in the cinema and he thinks I'm going to oblige. He's completely in my power now and I'm calling all the shots. I own him. I'm controlling him with nothing more than my fingers. If I want to, I can give him the biggest and best orgasm he'll probably have in his entire life. His cock is right there for me ... "mmm, it's so big and hard" I giggle at him ... then I start teasing and tickling it. I know that, inside, he's screaming for me to grip harder, to stroke him properly and finish him off but all I do is keep teasing." "Aw so cruel Melissa, torturing the poor boy like that!" giggled Jo. "I'm just loving the whole thing now. I run my finger slowly up and down his shaft a few times and that almost sends him over the edge. It's pretty dark where we are but I can tell that his face is flushed and sweating. He's writhing around in his seat and bucking his hips trying to force a more satisfying contact between his cock and my hand. It doesn't work though. He's helpless really. I'm slowly, casually torturing him and there's nothing he can do about it. The way I'm using only my fingers when he needs me to use my whole hand is driving him insane! It's like I've turned the poor bastard into some kind of dumb animal!" "Time for the boy to start begging maybe?" asked Jo. "Yeah, my favourite part" chuckled Melissa. "I stop the business with the fingers and I put my hand round his dick. He's so close to coming, I can feel it. I squeeze his cock with my hand and his whole body shudders. He's actually leaking a bit now, he's so nearly there. I stop for a while and just keep my hand around him. I squeeze it again ... bring him to the edge but no further ... keep him there, right on the edge of coming but not able to. I really am torturing him now. He's howling with frustration. I've teased him into a state where he'll do or say more or less anything to get relief. He starts pleading ... "aw please Melissa, for god's sake finish me off! I can't stand this anymore!" he begs ... "can't stand what?" I giggle ... "you know, all this teasing" he says." Girls Behaving Badly "He calls you a tease? What a jerk! That's such a fucking insult!" exclaimed Jo, roaring with laughter. "Mmm, that's the trouble with boys isn't it? Always making out you're a tease if you don't give them everything they want," said Melissa. "So, what happens next?" giggled Jo. "Well I can't carry on dating a boy who's called me a tease, can I?" giggled Melissa. "I love how he's begging, though, and so I make him carry on doing that for a while. I get him to say all sorts of stupid stuff ... he loves me! ... I'm not a tease ... he adores me! ... he worships the ground I walk on ... he'll do anything for me ... he'll hand wash my knickers every weekend if I ask him to ... that sort of thing." "What a dork!" "Yeah, I know, he actually says all that. But I don't let him off the hook. After maybe a few minutes of him begging and me pretending to consider bringing him off, I take my hand away from his cock and I order him to put it away. When the film ends, I say that I just can't forgive him for calling me a cock teaser and that we're finished. Poor boy fancies me like rotten, really wants to keep dating me, and he starts the pleading again. I'm bored with him now so I slap his face a few times, really hard, tell him to shut the fuck up and drive me home." "And that's what he does? He drives you home?" asked Jo. "Yeah, he drives me home. It takes about an hour and I make like I'm in a big sulk. We don't talk the whole ride. I just sit there next to him in complete silence. I'm wearing this rather short skirt and, with how I'm sitting, the skirt has gone a long way up my thighs. I glance over at him a few times and I can see he's having a tough time driving properly because he can't stop clocking my legs. It amuses me no end how, even though I've just humiliated and dumped him, he's still got the hots for me. The bulge in his pants is totally back and it looks about as big as it was back in the cinema. So anyway, I make sure to really stretch out my legs and then I keep slowly crossing and uncrossing them the whole time, you know what I mean? ... tease the poor boy like that all the way home!" "Oh god Melissa, that's funny!" laughed Jo. "You must have done all that stuff too, yeah?" said Melissa. "What, teased a boy till he begs for it?" asked Jo. "Yeah, exactly." "I STILL do that stuff, Melissa. I do it all the time" said Jo, grinning wickedly. "I just bet you do, honey," smiled Melissa. "Oh I do wish I was nineteen again!" "Hey, well I wish I was like you too. You're only thirty, you're gorgeous looking and plus you're the boss of a big company. I mean, wow!" Melissa was touched by the look of adoration she was getting from Jo. Such a sweet girl, she thought. "Listen honey" she told her, "I wanna make it as much fun for you as possible around here, okay?" "Sure," said Jo "So, you know, just tell me what I can do to make things better for you." "What, anything?" said Jo, a sly grin forming on her achingly pretty face.