_________________________ Orgasm Club - Office Antics #1 ‘An Unusual Lunch’ by Omega Prime ---------------------------------- (D/s, Mast, Exhib cons - F solo, M/F, F/F) _________________________ The harsh glare of the cafeteria lighting cast a pallid glow onto the lettuce that Patrica Williams was unenthusiastically stirring around with her fork. She wasn’t really all that hungry and the dry salad she was toying with on the tray in front of her certainly wasn’t helping to build up her appetite. For a brief moment Patrica considered getting up and leaving, but she had promised to meet her friend Nicole here today for lunch. At thirty-one years of age, Patrica was feeling more and more dissatisfied, as if there was something missing in her life. A hot-shot corporate attorney rising fast in the business world, Patrica had a career that was the envy of most of the women in the company. To succeed in a man’s world, she worked three times as hard as her male coworkers. Admittedly, she adopted a combative approach at work to compensate for her elfin looks and delicate features, but her aggression was considered acceptable and even an advantage in corporate law. So why was something still missing? Maybe it was her social life, or lack of one to be completely honest, Patrica mused wryly. Her last several affairs had not turned out at all well. Mark, her last lover, had even gone so far as to accuse her of being frigid during one of their final arguments. Patrica knew that that accusation, at least, wasn’t true. In the cold solitude of her four poster bed, she had never had any problems bringing herself to pulsating conclusion under sweat-soaked covers. But it had been a while since she’d reached those same dizzying heights of satisfaction with any of her lovers, she reluctantly conceded to herself. Shaking a loose tendril of silky midnight hair which had escaped her carefully crafted coiffeur out of her deep blue eyes, Patrica looked up from her introspection in time to see her friend Nicole threading her way through the square dining room tables on a beeline towards her table. Eyeing her friend with a discerning eye, Patrica reflected, not for the first time, on the similarities and differences she shared with her old friend. Like Patrica, Nicole Adams was a woman in the corporate fastlane. Although two years younger than Patrica, at age twenty nine Nicole was in charge of the accounting department at their large firm. Where Patrica relied on her aggressiveness to get ahead, Nicole made due with an attitude of icy disdain that never failed to intimidate her male subordinates. While her style was different from Patrica’s, the end result was same; success. Physically however, Nicole and Patrica were almost exact opposites. Patrica was petite at 4’10" with an tiny elfin figure, midnight raven hair and delicate childlike features which made her look considerably younger than her thirty one years. On the other hand, Nicole looked almost like a Nordic Princess, tall at 5’11", model thin with haughty aristocratic features topped with wheat blond hair, cut in a stylish pageboy. As usual, Nicole was impeccably attired in a high necked cream blouse, dark blue jacket and a pleated blue skirt. Nicole’s skirt seemed to be cut somewhat higher than usual, ending at least three inches above her knees. But if anyone has the legs to pull it off, it’s Nicole, Patrica thought ruefully to herself as her friend finally made it to the table. "Sorry I’m so late." Nicole told her friend distractedly as she slid her bright red tray onto the white tablecloth which was the company’s sole attempt to add a little class to the executive dining area. "I got caught up in finishing up the spreadsheet for the Owen’s account and just lost all track of the time." Nicole demurred. As her friend started to dig into her salad, Patrica couldn’t quite escape the feeling that there something was different about Nicole today. As both women began to eat their lunches, chatting pleasantly over the latest company gossip and rumors, Patrica tried to put her finger on what that difference was. Nicole’s cheeks did seem to be pinker than normal and her friend was avoiding meeting Patrica’s searching gaze. Even Nicole’s posture was unusual. Instead of sitting with her long legs modestly crossed like a lady, Nicole sat more like a man with her knees spread at least six inches apart under her dark blue skirt. Nicole also wore a new wide, stylish, gold bracelet showcased by an pearl engraved with the letter ‘O’. With most women this wouldn’t mean much, but Patrica knew she friend normally disdained jewelry of any kind. "Are you sure you’re feeling all right Nikki?" Patrica asked her friend in concern. "You don’t seem to be yourself today." "No...no, I’m just fine." Nicole told her friend, not meeting Patrica’s questioning gaze. "Come on Nikki, this is me, Patrica, you’re talking to! We know each other well enough for me to tell when something’s wrong. You’re not yourself today. Now what’s the matter? Problems over in accounting...what? You’re not being harassed, are you?" Patrica asked with concern. "Its not like that. It’s got nothing to do with my job" Nicole protested with a thoughtful frown. "At least, its not technically work related." she added. Seeming to rally herself, Nicole continued, "I’ve met some.....new friends, socially that is, and its just taking me some time to adjust to a new relationship. So I guess if I seem distracted, you can put it down to nerves." she finished with a shaky laugh. Like herself, Patrica knew Nicole had not had the best of luck dating lately, but this still seemed to be something more than a case of simple nerves over a new boyfriend. "Not ‘technically’ work related? Why the weasel wording?" Patrica wondered aloud. "Wait a minute!" she exclaimed suddenly as a light bulb came on inside her head. "You’re seeing someone here at work. That’s it, isn’t it? Come on Nikki, you know office romances never work out." Patrica gently admonished her friend. "You’ve on the wrong track Pat. It’s definitely not an office romance." Nicole replied with a grimace, curiously emphasizing the last word. "And what about this bracelet?" Patrica exclaimed, grasping her friends slim wrist and pulling it across the table for closer inspection. "You never wear jewelry. What does the ‘O’ stand for? Your boyfriend’s initial maybe?" "I’m sorry Pat, but this is personal." Nicole replied evasively as she rescued her wrist from Patrica. "Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime, but right now I don’t feel like talking about it, okay? Can we just change the subject?" Patrica would have said more, but the their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sudden arrival of Timothy, the office mailboy, who hovered like a vulture near their table. "Miss Adams," Tim drawled somewhat insultingly to Nicole, "I need your help right away to clear up a few problems. You don’t mind interrupting your lunch for a few minutes to help do you?" he went on rudely making it more of a demand than a question. Patrica had never liked Timothy McMurtry. His smart mouthed attitude set her teeth on edge and seemed to Patrica to be wildly out of place for a nineteen year old who would be lucky to ever make it out of the mailroom. On top of his poor attitude, Timothy was certainly no prize in the looks department, frequently dressing like a slob in faded overalls and dirty white tee-shirt which certainly did nothing to draw attention away from long greasy black hair and an acne scarred face. Patrica was about to scold Timothy for acting so cavalierly towards his betters when Nicole hurriedly spoke up. "Its okay Patrica, I know what Tim wants. Its no problem, really." she went on quickly when Patrica still looked ready to speak up. "I’ll only be a few minutes. And then we can talk." Nicole went on, a wordless plea in her wide blue eyes. Patrica had to be mollified with that as she watched her elegant blond friend make her way across the cafeteria in the company of the disgusting mailboy. Patrica’s eyes narrowed as Timothy rudely grasped Nicole’s elbow, mockingly providing an escort as the two neared the exit. It seemed to Patrica that Nicole flinched, but she did nothing else to protest as Timothy led her out the doorway.
Twenty minutes later, Patrica had finished with her salad and was about ready to leave, when Nicole finally returned. Patrica’s blue eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of her friend as Nicole quickly slipped into the chair across the table. If Nicole had seemed different before, that was nothing compared to how she now looked. The blonde ice queen looked like she had just hurriedly dressed after getting out of bed after a long tryst with a particularly energetic lover. Nicole’s blond pageboy was tousled, her elegant cheeks were flushed a light pink and small beads of sweat lined her fine brow. Nicole was still breathing hard, her small breast rising and falling as if she had just finished a series of wind sprints. As Nicole sat down, her dark jacket, now unbuttoned, gaped open momentarily to reveal what Patrica could swear were two dark erect nipples barely visible through the cream colored blouse. "Jesus!! Nikki!" Patrica exclaimed, "You’re a wreck! What happened to you? And with Tim, of all people! This better be good, or I’m going to have to report this; for your own sake. It’s not drugs or anything is it? What’s that on your chin?" she went on with a distasteful grimace. "That can’t be want I think it is." Patrica exclaimed sourly eyeing a milky droplet which clung stubbornly to Nicole’s graceful chin. "No...no, definitely not drugs." Nicole replied softly, blushing a deep red as she quickly brought a napkin to her face to remove all traces of the telltale sperm. "And Tim’s not so bad, or at least he’s nowhere near the worst. I’ll guess I better tell you what’s going on so you don’t freak. But you’ve got to promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this table, understand?" "I’ll keep it quiet, at least if you’re not being hurt or blackmailed" Patrica told her friend solemnly. "Scout’s honor" Nicole went on doggedly. "Fine, fine, Scout’s honor! Now for God’s sake, how did you get to be involved with anyone like Timothy Myers? To say he’s not exactly your type is the understatement of the year. What’s going on?" Nicole fidgeted a bit, but gathered herself shortly. "I’m not involved with Timothy, or at least not precisely." "Not involved?" Patrica hissed. "For God’s sake Nikki, he pulled you away from our lunch with some flimsy excuse and you return twenty minutes later totally disheveled, your bra missing and the bastard’s cum dripping from your chin! How much more involved can you get??!!" "Quiet!! Keep your voice down." Nicole hissed at Patrica who had the good grace to flush. "Please let me finish and don’t interrupt if you want to hear about it. Now, as I was saying before, I’m not having an affair with Tim, although I’ll admit he’s a part of what I’m going through. You remember I’ve told you my social life has been pretty much a zero lately? Well, I decided to try something completely different. You remember asking about my new bracelet earlier?" As Patrica nodded slowly, Nicole continued; "Well, it’s the symbol of a very exclusive adult club I joined. It’s very, very adult club." Nicole said seriously, staring hard at Patrica. "We play games, sex games, of dominance and submission with each other. The bracelet means that I’m one of the submissives, at least for now. Tim’s in the club as well, although he prefers to dominate. That’s why I had to go with him. Its part of the game we play. Are you shocked?" "I’m speechless." Patrica replied with wide green eyes. She shifted uneasily in her seat, a slow warmth starting to develop between her tightly crossed legs. "This whole thing just doesn’t seem like you." "I admit the whole idea is kind of kinky, but the sex has been great! It’s really helped me to relieve the stress from the job. I’ve never felt better in my life." "Even so, Nikki, you’re taking an awful chance playing around at work." Patrica admonished her friend. "Why not just play on the weekends? Surely you can’t be that desperate that you need to resort to a quickie over lunch?" "Well, I suppose I need to tell you more about our games so you’ll understand." Nicole sighed wearily. "The whole idea of our games is that the longer the buildup to an orgasm, the stronger it finally is. They’re right about that, but the buildup can make you crazy with frustration. I’ve been climbing the walls all morning long." At Patrica’s questioning look, Nicole continued on in a low voice. "I’m going to have to tell you the gory details before you understand how I feel. The role I play means that I follow the commands of the club dominants. It really gives me a sense of freedom not to have to make decisions. You’re sure you what to hear about this?" Patrica nodded cautiously. "Well, here goes nothing. It started when I first got into work this morning and I found a note with orders from the club turned facedown on my desk. The note instructed me to go to the ladies room, remove my bra and to spend at least ten minutes playing with my breasts. The note told me I wasn’t allowed to stop until my nipples were swollen, erect and sensitive." Patrica felt a little hot herself as she pictured her uptight blond friend sitting topless in a bathroom stall stroking her nipples to steely erections. "After that, I was to put my blouse back on, but without my bra, and return to my desk. They suggested I throw my bra away in the trashcan for some lucky janitor to find. This damn silk blouse I wore today has been rubbing against on my nipples all morning, keeping me at a low broil. Thank god they let me keep my jacket, or everyone would see my darn nipples poking holes through my blouse." Patrica’s own nipples stiffened in sympathy with Nicole’s plight and she unconsciously clamped slim thighs tightly together while Nicole went on with her tale of erotic woe. "My inflamed nipples rubbing against the silk were certainly a distraction, but I could still get some work done if I concentrated hard enough. It was frustrating and damn annoying, but I figured I could handle it. And I would have too, if I hadn’t gotten that god-damn phone call. I was making some notes for a 10:30 appointment when the club called me up a half hour before my meeting." "Without so much as a by your leave, an anonymous voice ordered me to pull my skirt up and play with myself at my desk until it was time for my meeting. I was a little shocked, but my office door was closed and I’d left instruction with Evelyn not to be interrupted. so I went along even if it was a tad risky. First, I had feel myself up through my panties. They made me describe to them how damp I was. Just picture it Pat, I’m sitting in my office with my dress hiked high feeling myself up like some oversexed teenager. The door wasn’t locked, anyone could have walked in and caught me. Gods, it was exciting!!" "And they weren’t satisfied with a mere token effort. Not on your life! They wanted me so hot I couldn’t see straight. They made me reach under my soaking panties for what they called serious masturbation. All the time I was doing it, I had to describe for them in graphic detail exactly what I was doing and how excited I was getting. They wanted to know how many fingers I was using in my pussy; whether I found my ‘G’ spot yet; how it felt stroking my clit... Good Lord Pat, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life...or so excited. But what was really hell was that whenever I got anywhere close to an orgasm, they made me stop. Although they wouldn’t let me touch myself until I’d cooled down, they kept tormenting me, asking me to describe just how badly I wanted to cum." Patrica thought to herself that if this story went on too much longer, Nicole wouldn’t be the only one who in need of a climax. Nicole’s story was really starting to turn her on. She only hoped it wasn’t too obvious. "By the time my appointment arrived, I was a wreck. I still hadn’t cum, but by God I was close. My panties were so wet, the crotch was sticking to me. Thank god they let me keep my panties on though. Otherwise I would have stained my skirt with my pussy juice, I was leaking so much." Nicole grumbled in a rueful tone. "I don’t think I heard more than ten words during the whole meeting. God only knows what poor Mr. Owens thought about me, I just couldn’t keep still the whole time. All I really wanted to do was to excuse myself for a quick trip to the ladies room to finish myself off." "Well, if you wanted in that badly, why didn’t you? Finish it I mean." Patrica asked with a puzzled look. "The rules of our game." Nicole sighed heavily. "They want to be sure I’m always eager to play, so I’m not to touch myself unless they specifically tell me I can. And that’s not the only rule I have to remember. Let’s see, I’m to keep my knees at least six inches apart at all times to remind myself of my status. I can tell you that one took a lot of getting used to. What else? Oh yeah, my clothing is supposed to offer easy access to my pussy, although they’re more lenient with that one when I’m at work. But outside of the office, all bets are off." Nicole admitted. "Just last week, they made me wear one of my mini-skirts into a local bar." "What’s wrong with that? You wear that kind of stuff all the time whenever we go out together." Patrica commented. "Not without panties I don’t!!" Nicole groused. "I spent the night sitting on a barstool, in my short white mini with my legs half a foot apart! I gave everyone in the place a free show! It did turn me on something fierce, though." Nicole conceded. "And heaven knows they like for me to be turned on. I think it gives them a kick to have me seething in my own juices. That’s how I was this morning, when Tim came by our table. I was ready for anything. Tim’s new enough at this that I had a chance he might show a little mercy and let me cum if I treated him well enough." "Did he get you off?" Patrica asked daringly, strangely emboldened by her friend’s highly charged erotic confession. "No, the little bastard!" Nicole complained petulently. "Once we left here, he yanked me into a nearby supply closet and made me stand still while he ‘inspected’ me. He took off my jacket and then teased and tormented my poor nipples right through my silk blouse, pinching and poking at the darn things until I was sure that were going to poke right through the material, they ached so much. Then Tim made me turn around and touch my toes, lifting up my skirt up to totally expose me so he could inspect me down there as well. Gods, it was wildly humiliating and yet terribly exciting at the same time!" Nicole squirmed in her chair remembering her recent session. "He just laughed at me when he saw how wet I was, the heartless bastard. If that wasn’t bad enough, he decided I wasn’t hot enough yet for his taste. So he toyed with me thru my sopping panties while I was bent over like a pretzel in front of him. Deciding I still had too much protection, he stripped my panties completely off and then teased me until I was moaning and waving my ass helplessly in his face. He traced light circles around my swollen lips making me desperate for penetration, but he only toyed with me, rubbing my little button until I saw stars. When he finally stopped and let me up to face him, I could barely stand, my legs were trembling so badly. He may not be much in the looks department, but that kid sure knows his way around a pussy!" Nicole admitted candidly. "Well, two could play at that game. I could see his hard cock tenting his overalls as he looked me over. I suppose I really was desperate since I offered to suck him off if he’d let me cum." Nicole looked earnestly at Patrica. "Normally the subs are only required to receive pleasure, not to give it out, so I was giving Tim the chance of a lifetime. I mean, how often is a boy like him going to find a long-legged blond ready to drop to her knees and give him a blowjob? I even promised him he could cum in my mouth, and I don’t even do that for my boyfriends! It goes without saying that he agreed, but he told me there was one catch. I had to swallow every drop of his sperm or I wouldn’t get to cum. Like an idiot, I agreed. I was frustrated enough that even giving that little shit head was worth it if I had a chance to climax." "Before I knew it, my knees were kissing cold floor as I fished his rock hard dick out of his pants. Actually..." Nicole reminisced, "even though I don’t like Tim all that much, I’ve got to admit he has a pretty nice cock. He’s clean, circumcised, about six inches long and not too thick. Just perfect for sucking." Nicole shook her blond hair away from her face and carried on with her story, "His pulse was throbbing strongly thru his erection as I firmly gripped his prick. I started off real slow at first, gently kissing his balls and slowing licking up his shaft, but the way Tim’s hips started to move around told me he couldn’t last long. I quickly sucked his rigid dick into my mouth, beginning to get into a rhythm, going up and down and up and down on his hard cock, teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue as he moved in and out. I gave that boy a killer blow-job, even if I do say so myself. I certainly had incentive. The sooner he came, the sooner I could cum too. Anyway, he was on a hair trigger anyhow and didn’t last long. He couldn’t have been in my mouth for more than a minute when I felt his fingers grab my hair. His balls lifted and tightened, his prickhead swelled up and suddenly I was gulping hot cum." "But I thought you said he didn’t get you off?" Nicole asked breathlessly. "He didn’t." Nicole didn’t understand her friend’s line of questioning. "Why not, you got him off didn’t you?" "Oh, well I did make him cum, but after the first couple spurts, the little bastard pulled out of my mouth. The last spurt spewed all over my chin and neck. He cheated, but insisted I still lost the game since I hadn’t swallowed all of his cum." "That’s not fair!!" Patrica loyally told her friend. "No its not, but that doesn’t help me out very much. I was pretty pissed off at him, but he wouldn’t even listen to any of my logic or arguments. Even begging the little son-of-a-bitch didn’t help. He just smirked at me and told me a deal was a deal. To top it all off, he wouldn’t let me wipe off what little sperm I hadn’t managed to swallow; just told me to go back to the lunchroom and clean myself up there. He wouldn’t give me back my panties. Said he was collecting them for a special occasion or something. Anyway, as I stormed out of the storeroom, I realized he hadn’t taken the time to lock the door. Anyone could have walked in on us. I can see the headlines now...big shot executive gives mailboy head, begs for an orgasm, film at eleven." Nicole finished up with a delicate shudder.
"So, you’re still....you know, excited I mean?" Patrica asked her tall blond friend, giving her a funny look. "What do you think!!" Nicole snapped sarcastically at her friend. "I’ve been teased to distraction all morning and telling you all about it certainly didn’t help me to cool off. My nipples are so hard they ache and I’m so wet I’m afraid I’m going to stain my dress before I leave the table." Patrica had to concede her friend still looked frazzled. Her normally immaculate clothing was ever so subtly disarrayed and her breathing was faster than normal. Nicole would definitely draw some strange looks on the way back to her office if she left in this state. Although, Patrica had to admit that she herself wasn’t in much better shape. Nicole’s story had her nipples taut and erect under her nylon bra and her own cunny was damp and swollen with need under her white cotton panties. "Why do you put yourself through this? I mean...if it’s such a torment, why do it at all?" Patrica asked with real curiosity. What Nicole had gone through was definitely kinky, but it seemed to be a real stretch to call it fun. "The frustration is what makes it so wild." Nicole told her friend earnestly. "I mean you can have sex anytime, but how often do your lovers build you up for hours before letting you cum? Being held on the edge makes it absolutely intense when you do finally make it. Really!!" Nicole told her sincerely. "You’ve really got to try it some time." As Patrica gave her a peculiar look, Nicole continued, "I mean that seriously! I certainly think you’d get off on it. You really need to try something like this yourself before you can decide whether or not its your thing." "May...maybe some day..." Patrica stammered out. "Some other day. But I’ve really...got to get back to work now..." she went on haltingly, getting up as if to leave the table. Patrica was startled when Nicole gripped her wrist hard, preventing her from fleeing. "Pat, I know where you’re going and what you’re going to do. You’re certainly not going back to your desk to pour over some dreary case law." "What do mean?" Patrica feigned indignance. "My story turned you on in a big way, I can tell. If I let you leave right now, you’re going to go straight to the nearest Ladies room and toss yourself off in one of the stalls. Am I right? Look at me and tell me I’ve got it wrong. If you can look into my eyes and tell me I’m lying, I’ll drop this right now." Although she didn’t say anything back to her friend, now it was Patrica’s turn to blush pinkly and avoid her friend’s steady gaze. "Please Pat," Nicole said, staring at Patrica with pleading blue eyes, "just hold off a little while longer. I promise you if you’ll love it if you’ll try it. Just once, pleease" Nicole wheedled. "I don’t know..." Patrica hesitated. "You’ll love it, really!!" her friend insisted. "Please try. Just once, for me." In her heart of hearts, Patrica had to confess to herself that she was excited by the idea, but Patrica didn’t know if she had the guts to go through an experience like Nicole’s. Especially not with Tim. As she stared uncertainly at her blond friend, a devilish idea suddenly stole through her brain. "I don’t know Nikki. Maybe. But I don’t know if I’d like the loss of control. Maybe I could start off by trying the other side...Just to see how it feels." she added quickly. "The other side??" "Yeah. Let me start off by playing as a dom. That way, I can watch to see if its really my thing." "And just who do you expect to practice on?" Nicole asked sardonically." Sky-blue eyes suddenly got very big as the idea sunk in. "Oh no, not with me you don’t!" Nicole vowed while Patrica just sat back and smiled at her. "Come on Nicole, we both know how badly you want it. If getting dominated turns you on, the least I can do as a friend is to help you out. Then, I promise to try it out myself. Besides, I’m your best friend. Being with me couldn’t be any worse than giving Tim head, could it?" Patrica wheedled. "This wasn’t quite what I had in mind." Nicole confided nervously. "I know, but it’s this or nothing." Patrica insisted. With a nervous shake of her blond pageboy, Nicole exhaled slowly and agreed. "Okay Pat, I didn’t know you swung this way, but I’m game if you are. God, I’m game for just about anything at this point, as long as I get an orgasm! Where do you want to go to do this?" "Go??!!" Patrica told her friend with a wicked grin. "Why do we have to go anywhere?" Nicole stared back with chagrined blue eyes. "You’re sitting right across from me with your legs already spread apart, no panties and I bet you’re still wet. I think right here will do quite nicely." "I thought...maybe your office. Or even the ladies room." Nicole begged helplessly. "No, right here!" Patrica insisted. Glancing furtively around at the sparsely populated cafeteria, Nicole gave in reluctantly. "Maybe you do have a talent for this stuff after all." she conceded. "Okay, but lets keep it sensible. We’ve both got to work here. Right??!!" "Right!" Patrica replied with a easy laugh. "We’ve both got to work at our jobs here, but only one of us gets to get off here!" Nicole’s small frown indicated she hadn’t found the joke quite as funny as her friend had. "Just be discrete, okay?" "I’m not the one who has to remain in control, you are!" Patrica told her slyly. "I’m sure you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself right here in the executive cafeteria with the whole company watching." Nicole just stared at her friend in dismay, whispering the word ‘bitch’ under her breath, careful not to let Patrica hear. This was a side of Patrica she’d never seen before. "Okay, Nikki, are you ready to begin? Or are you going to spend rest of our lunch hour muttering to yourself?" Patrica asked, a hint of steel creeping into her voice. Nicole swallowed hard, but nodded gamely, a light sheen of sweat beading her patrician brow.. "Now Nikki, first, scoot your chair forward and pull the tablecloth up over your lap. Your tummy should be touching the edge of the table." Patrica looked on as Nicole suited actions to words and moved herself as close to the table as she could. "Now, pull up your skirt and slide your ass as close to the edge of the chair as you can without falling off. I expect your knees to be spread at least three feet apart when you’re finished." Nicole glanced around the room nervously, but no one seemed to be paying attention to them. Flushing in equal measures of embarrassment and excitement at this forbidden game, Nicole took a deep breath and reached under the table and slowly raised the hem of her skirt. Shifting uneasily on the very edge of her seat, she slowly parted her thighs beneath the table, continuing until they had formed an ‘L’ shape. Her sticky outer labia parted as her legs spread, exposing the damp inner lips and itchy sentinel to the fresh air. Biting up lower lip nervously, she looked over at Patrica awaiting the next erotic command. Nicole gave a guilty jump when she suddenly felt tiny stocking feet gently prod each widespread bare knee. "Just checking, Nikki." Patrica confided. "Now, I don’t want to embarrass you by making you stain your skirt, so we’d better get a napkin or something under your butt to absorb your juices. Unless, of course, you don’t think you’ll need it?" Patrica questioned with snide glee. Feeling a rush of fresh moisture between her legs at Patrica’s latest taunt, Nicole flushed a bright red. "No...You’re right. A napkin would probably be a good idea." she nervously stammered. "Well, what are you waiting for? Christmas? Come on," Nicole commanded outrageously, "get a move on before I change my mind." "God, you’re being a witch about this!" Nicole hissed. Patrica just sat back and crossed her arms while waiting for her to comply. Glancing nervously around once more, Nicole hesitated only momentarily before removing several napkins from the table and sliding them beneath the tablecloth as unobtrusively as possible. Patrica saw her friend squirm around as she struggled to wiggle the napkins under her rear without letting the whole lunchroom in on what was going on. Although there was no one obviously watching, Nicole felt like she was on stage in front of a crowded theater with everyone staring at her. "Are you wet down there Nikki?" Patrica asked after Nicole had settled down. Nicole mumbled something nasty so low it was inaudible. "What was that? Speak up. I can’t hear you." Patrica prodded mischievously. " I said Yes!!, I’m wet damnit!" Nicole spat at her friend. "How wet?" Patrica continued to ruthlessly tease her friend. Nicole glared at her in speechless chagrin. "I’ll tell you what Nikki, lets find out." Patrica continued, "Why don’t you take a couple of fingers and insert them into your pussy. Then you can show them to me so I can see how wet you really are." Nicole made a face, but after a slight hesitation, did as she was told, unobtrusively slipping her hand below the tablecloth. Nicole let out a quickly stifled gasp when two of her own fingers slipped easily between her moist wide-spread labia and drove deeper into the soft wet folds. "Make sure you stir them around so this is a fair test." Nicole stared daggers at Patrica, but the flaring of her nostrils and quickening of her breath indicated she was complying. Nicole pumped her fingers slowly in and out, unmistakable signs of mounting sexual arousal appearing on her patrician face. Patrica waited until Nicole’s breathing grew ragged before ordering her to stop; "That’s enough Nikki. Let’s see just how excited you really are." Nicole reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her needy pussy, extracting her hand from beneath the table. As she guiltily displayed the digits in question to Patrica, the sticky residue clinging to her fingers was obvious, even clear across the table. "Well, you certainly passed that little test with flying colors!" Patrica told her embarrassed friend. "This next part is going to be a lot tougher, I’m afraid. I’m sure your new friends in the club wouldn’t want me to let you get off too easily, now would they?" "You’ll find out soon enough." Nicole muttered darkly. "Oh don’t be a spoilsport! We both know you’re having fun." Patrica responded merrily. "Now for the challenge. I want you to masturbate with one hand while you finish eating your meal with the other." referring to the half-finished food on Nicole’s plate. "I want you to keep it up until you finish your food, but I don’t want you to cum, not yet at least." Patrica could tell Nicole liked being told what to do. She was curious to see how far her friend would take this, especially in public. "Be careful not to be too obvious. You wouldn’t want the whole company finding out about this." Nicole grimaced awkwardly, but her right hand disappeared swiftly beneath the table. As she carefully brought a forkful of salad to her mouth with one shaking hand, her other hand began to move quickly between her slim thighs, the rhythmic motion of her shoulder confirming her obedience. Nicole’s breathing quickly grew ragged, her slender shoulders shuddering occasionally as she continued with the illicit game. It was plain to Patrica that her friend was clearly turned on by the public nature of her submission. "Try to act natural dear. Don’t wriggle around so much." she scolded her distracted friend as Nicole squirmed on her chair. Nicole nodded with glazed eyes, but her thoughts were clearly elsewhere. The fevered activity taking place between her legs made complying with Patrica’s request all but impossible. "Make sure you give your little clit a good workout. I want that napkin you’re sitting on to be soaked when you’re done." Patrica had to work hard herself to suppress any obvious reactions given the eroticism of this little game, so she could only guess how hard it was for Nicole to maintain an outward show of calm. "Tell me, is your clitty hard yet?" Patrica asked naughtily. "Oh God! You know d...damn well it is, you bitch!" Nicole answered her tormentor in a shaking voice. "I’m rubbing my clit right now!" she declared, her agitation clearly apparent. "And if you make me keep this up, I’m going to be gushing all over my hand in just a minute." she finished with a desperate edge to her voice. "Then you better finish eating quickly Nikki." Patrica told her prot�g� with false sympathy. "I want you to have a clean plate before you even think about climaxing. Remember, this game was your idea in the first place." she finished self-righteously The next few minutes were hell for Nicole. Her meal tasted like cardboard as she tried to concentrate on eating with one hand while her other hand wrecked erotic devastation between her wide-spread thighs. All thoughts of her job as chief of the accounting department had fled. Nicole wasn’t an executive now; she was just a blond girl in desperate heat. Nicole’s eyes were wild as she fought to obey instructions and still avoid cumming. Her silk blouse felt like sandpaper rubbing across her aroused nipples. Her pussy was so moist that she made little squishing sounds whenever she slid her fingers in and out, so she had to stop doing that if she wanted to avoid discovery. Unfortunately, the alternative, playing with her over-stimulated clitoris was even worse for her self-control. Her small breasts heaved as she lightly teased her diamond-hard clit with just enough force to arouse, but not to satisfy. It seemed like forever, but it was probably only a few minutes before Nicole heard Patrica finally let her off the hook. "Okay Nikki, I want both hands on the table in front of you. Now!!" she added when Nicole hesitated. Reluctantly, Nicole brought her right hand out above the table, although it took some time for her eyes to focus properly. Her light blond hair now clung damply to her cheeks and forehead and her elegant suit was slightly mussed from her exertions. "You did great Nikki! I don’t know if I would have that kind of control...but I guess we’ll find that out in due course. For now, its your turn. You would like to cum now, wouldn’t you?" she lightly teased her friend. "What do you think?" Nicole replied sourly, frustration evident in her voice. "Maybe I just want to sit here and stew in my own juices." "Now Nikki, there’s no need to be like that. I promised to help you if you won my game and I will. Lord knows, I’ve agreed to try something like this myself now, so I don’t intend to leaving you hanging." she assured Nicole seriously. "Thank God!!" Nicole exclaimed reverently, her hand darting once more under the tablecloth. "Stop that!! Right this minute!" Patrica snapped quickly. "W..what?" Nicole stuttered in confusion. "I didn’t say you could play with yourself. For gods sake, surely you remember the rules." "Then how..." Nicole said in confusion. "Just grab onto something and hold on tight." Patrica told her with a wicked smile. "I’ve never done this before, but I’ll bet I can find a spot or two which will work. We’re both girls, after all. Besides, you’re pretty close, so it shouldn’t take much to finish you off. You just concentrate on not screaming aloud or anything like that." Patrica warned with a wide smile. "I’ll get even for this Patrica." Nicole swore aloud. Her blue eyes got wide and she couldn’t avoid an involuntary jump when she felt nylon toes slowly trace her distended inner thigh. "Oh God, you’re really going to pay." "What was that, Nikki?" Patrica asked teasingly as Nicole’s shoulders began to quiver. Patrica hadn’t wasted any time, sticking her foot right against Nicole’s exposed groin. Patrica ran her stocking toes in a teasing circles around the entrance to Nicole’s moist opening, stroking down one dewy labia and up the other until she felt the blood-engorged lips spasm with hunger. "Did you have something you wanted to tell me?" Patrica continued to taunt her distraught companion. A series of barely stifled moans was her only answer. Patrica smiled as she felt Nicole’s juices coat her stocking toes. She darted her toes very briefly into her friend’s craving pussy. At Nicole’s sharp gasp, Patrica scolded her; "Control Nikki, stay in control! Remember where we are. You don’t want me to stop, do you?" Nicole subsided briefly, but suddenly grabbed the table in a white knuckle grip as she felt Patrica’s toes move higher in her pussy, towards her straining clitoris. Still teasing her friend, Patrica ran her big toe in a gradually decreasing spiral around the clitoral hood, indirectly stimulating her sensitive clit. As Nicole’s eyes glazed over and her hips began to involuntarily thrust against the tormenting toes, Patrica took pity on her friend and zeroed in for the kill. Her nylon-covered big toe pressed hard on Nicole’s straining clitoris, unavoidably triggering the long overdue crisis. Nicole feeling her stomach muscles tighten up like steel bands, and then the hot sweet waves swept over her. Her trembling thighs lost the battle to remain open and slammed shut on Patrica’s foot, locking the tormenting toes in place against her needy clit, even as it retreated to the uncertain safety of its hood. Nicole opened her mouth as if to scream, but restrained herself to a strangled low cry as she finally gave in to the sensations. She was barely able to conceal the racking orgasm that swept through her, leaving her face bright red and her breath coming in deep heaving gasps. After several hard spasms tore through her friend, Patrica tried to rescue her foot from her friend’s passion-crazed grip. "Come on Nikki!!" Patrica demanded softly. "People are starting to notice." she complained. Nicole’s shoulders slumped and her thighs reluctantly parted to surrender her friend’s foot. "Oh my god!!" Nicole gasped. "Did I ever need that!" she wheezed, trying vainly to force her breathing into some semblance of normalcy. "You’ve got a real talent for this. This was the best orgasm yet. You’re going to fit in just fine." "Was it everything you expected?" Patrica asked uncertainly. "I mean I could tell you came, but was it really that good?" "You know it was! I’ve never cum in public before, but at least I was ladylike about it." "I did notice that, especially the part where your cunny was grinding uncontrollably against my toes." Patrica teased. "You shit!" Nicole exclaimed without any apparent rancor. "Your turn is next and then we’ll see how ladylike you are when you’re cumming!" she swore solemnly, a hint of anticipation apparent in her voice. "I can’t wait." Patrica told her friend honestly, already fantasizing about the next exciting adventure. |
