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Subject: {ASSM} Bring Your Daughter to Work Week (3/4) f/FF, Humil. Oral.
Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Bring Your Daughter to Work Week - Part 3 of 4 
cowgirl




I walked into the ladies room of my mom's work
bright and early on Thursday morning, hiding
in a stall as I buried my hands in my panties, trying
to sooth my growing panic as I diddled myself.
Tomarrow was the last day of Bring Your Daughter To 
Work Week, and If I didn't find someone to 'pleasure'
me soon, I'd lose the chance all together.

Just then I heard a voice whispering from the next
stall. Then slurping sounds too. It sounded like there
were maybe two people in the stall! 

I stared down at the floor of the next stall, and my
eyes widened at the site of a woman crouching down on
the bathroom's tile floor in a green skirt and
matching green four inch pumps. She seemed to be
rocking back and forth a little. I also saw that another
woman was sitting on the toilet, and wore classly
looking deep blue modest two inch heels, with her legs
spread, the other woman rocking between them. 

I kicked myself I couldn't see more, but lacked the
guts to bend down and risk being caught watching. The
two must not have heard me even come in, or didn't
care! Gosh, they were breathing heavily now and really
worked up, and I couldn't resist the urge to risk
peeking at something naughty I wasn't supposed to be
seeing!   

"That's it, Micky, use your nose....Yes, right there...", an
older woman's voice chirped. 

Micky? Miss Barlow, Candice's mother? 

Wow! 

"...keep....keep...working that spot...." The older woman now
urged, as Mrs. Barlow's whimpering slurping sounds
echoed off the bathroom tiles. 

"Please....can we take a break?" Mrs. Barlow pleaded
breathlessly. 

"Let's not start this again, Micky. I can't tell you
how angry it made me to see you....sink to this. Excuse 
me? Did I TELL you to stop that little tongue of yours,
did I?" 

"No, Miss Lauren.", Micky came her voice, as the slurping 
started again. 

"Yes, that's a good little girl...Now, where was I? Oh yes...",
Miss Lauren continued. 

I felt a twinge of guilt for touching myself and listening while
Candice's mother whimpered, obviously hating to do her 'job', but I
couldn't help it and started playing with myself a little faster now.

"...You could have had it all, Micky. Despite your lack
of faith in yourself, I believed in you! Did you know
I was grooming you to be my personal assistant, maybe
even bring you in on future accounts as an excutive
yourself someday. Did you?"

"Yes, Miss Lauren..", Micky said between little licks,
as I rubbed my panties harder. 

"I put countless hours and engery into you only to
have you flush it all away by becoming one of the
company's little suck-off queens!  Is that
all you think of yourself, huh? Does sucking off upper
managment express all you believe you're worth, huh
Micky?", Miss Lauran shuddered, her voice laced with
anger and sexual heat. 

There was no answer, as Candice's mom, 'Little Micky'
just kept whimpering and lapping away on her boss'
pussy! I was rubbing my fingers into my panties real
fast now and trying not to breath to loud myself as I
listened. 

Shoot! It wasn't fair. Here I was, some stupid little
girl on the outside AGAIN, while it should be ME! I
was important enough to get licked, too. I CERTAINLY wasn't
going to wind up on MY knees in a bathroom stall! I sorta 
felt sorry Miss Barlow, 'cause she had been nice to me 
yesterday, but I also knew she didn't take me seriously and
smirked when I tried to get her to 'do' me, and
knowing she was stupid and screwed up her own career
only made me more excited somehow. Miss Lauren
was right, Micky was a stupid little --

"Oh Micky.....Oh god,god,god--that's *it* Micky,
Yeeeees Work it for momma -- work that tongue baby,
keep it *going*, don't you DARE slow down.....yes,yes,yes....
Oh, you cunt. You stupid little bitch!" 

I got nervous as Miss Lauren was now bucking and pounding 
the stall walls! My eyes grew wide when I realized the 
latch on my stall door had slipped, and the door suddlenly
swung wide open with a LOUD, gut wrenching.......

.....Squeeeeeek! 

I winced, realizing they'd hear. I reached to close it,
until I heard Ms. Lauren huskily whisper: 

"Shhh -- Someone's in here..."

"I don't hear any --"

"Of course you don't. My thighs are around your
ears, stupid little twit! What the fuck do you know?"

Ms. Lauren laughed. Mrs. Barlow started to laugh, too,
but then realized she was the butt of the joke. 

I was white with panic at being caught by a business
woman who might even be my mom's boss for all I know! 
Mom would KILL me if messed up again!!! 

"Wait here Micky....and....wipe your mouth, for god's
sake...!" 

I heard Mrs. Barlow mumble "yes ma'am", submissively. 

I heard the rustling of their clothes, and decided to 
make a break. I crept from my stall quietly, and then 
raced for the exit and not bothering to look back.. 

..until I felt a firm hand grip my shoulder. 

"Well well....what have we here?"

I spun around to see the most impressive looking woman
with rootbeer hair spilling across her burgandy blazer
and a trendy dark blue designer skirt with matching 
high heels. She looked so sophisticated and glamorous
compared to stupid little teenaged me, or Micky or
even Mom. I felt lucky to be in the same room
with her. 

"What's your name, sweetie?", Ms. Lauren smiled. 

"Petra.", I winced. 

"Petra, huh? Okay Pet, Don't be afraid. My name's Ms.
Lauren. I run this company, did you know that?" 

I dumbly shook my head, now *totally* petrified. 

"The woman you heard in that stall back there,
well....she........uh......works for me. Understand, Pet?" 

Ms. Lauren eyed me carefully. I didn't like her
sarcastic way of calling me 'Pet', even if she was the
boss lady. 

"..Uh...ma'am? It's actually....Petra." 

I sounded so mousey. 

"Oh, excuse me...PETra. I'll take that under
consideration!" 

She grinned as if I was the cutest thing to ever dared 
to speak its mind. 

I thought maybe I could save face by changing the 
subject. I pointed to the stall behind her. 

"Hey, I remember that lady -- that's...uh...Micky,
right? Maybe I'm not supposed to say this, but
isn't she's one of those 'service ladies'?"

I wanted to make it clear that I was more like Ms.
Lauren, and not a stupid pussy-licker.

"Well, yes she is Pet, but.......let's keep it our little secret,
okay?" 

She winked at me as I nodded back, despite my
growing anger at her calling me that name again,
*directly* after I'd told her otherwise. I thought
better, though, bit my tongue and gave my mom's boss
lady the best sucking-up smile I could muster. 

"Was somebody being a sneaky girl and listening to
Miss Lauren and her 'little service girl'? Were they?
It's okay, I won't be angry. Are we just a little 
curious?" 

I felt my heart leap in anticipation. 

"Yes ma'am. Very." 

"...Your mother works here?", She asked carefully. 

"..Uh huh.", I said, trying to hide my ballooning
excitment. 

"Now Pet...be honest -- How old *are* you really?"

I hate this stuff. Why does I always have come to this? 
I fumed to myself, determined not to let this screw this 
up. 

"Ninteen, ma'am." 

"She's lying.", came Mrs. Barlow's voice from the
stall. 

I frowned past her at the old service BITCH, then shot 
Miss Lauren my best puppy dog eyes, hoping for mercy as I
pleaded. 

"I promise -- It's okay. I mean, my mom doesn't mind if 
I....you know. Besides, I just *look* young for my age! 
I'll be seventeen in three monthes, okay? Don't kick me 
out, okay?"  

"Weeeelllll...."

She paused, eyeing me carefully.

Finally, she beamed me a winning smile, then
walked me over to the stall where I saw a very
embarrassed looking Mrs. Barrlow, still kneeling on the
bathroom floor, avoiding my eyes. 

"Micky, I believe you just called this young lady a
*liar*, didn't you? Let's demonstrate to our Pet here
that there's a *much* better use for that snippy
little tongue of yours, shall we?" 

I couldn't help but giggled as I stepped forward, 
and Mrs. Barrlow broke into fresh sobs. 


______

Two minutes later, I was scrunched in the corner of 
the stall, totally embarrassed to be standing so close,
yet rivetted as Mrs. Barlow dutifully performed her task 
on the boss lady, 


right in FRONT of me!!!!!!!!!

Miss Lauren still wore her blazer, but was totally naked from the
waste down--except fot her high heels.

"You should see this cute little girl, Micky! The
little thing's simply fascinated watching you 'face
fuck' your 'betters' like this."

Mrs. Barlow couldn't answer because her mouth
was full. 

Miss Lauren then looked into my face, and smirked.

"Doesn't watching sniveling little Micky grinding her
face into her boss's sweet sopping pussy stir something
in you, little pet?"

The way Miss Lauran was talking to Mrs. Barlow as if I
wasn't there, then talking to me, made me so horny it was
almost impossible *not* to play with myself in front
of them. But I felt so....self conscious, I just
couldn't. 

If Mrs. Barrlow made me nervous earlier, Miss Lauren
*really* intimidated me! I wasn't sure if I was just
supposed to watch, or what? I sure was WAY chicken to
do anything myself! Sure, I said I wanted too, but
listening in was one thing--being right there
while Mrs. Barlow cried was another. This was for real 
and everything, and my heart was in my throat as I
watched.    

"Little Pet-pet's definitely curious, there's no
question about it." 

The cool business woman laughed with a hint of malice. 
She stared right through me, with glazed eyes as Mrs.
Barlow obediently lapped away. 

"Would you like to join us, little Pet-pet?"

My heart nearly STOPPED at the Idea!!!  Ms. Lauren 
prodded, 

"I'm sure we could find a place for you..." 

"Naw, I...er......don't think so," I whispered, though I
couldn't take my eyes off Mrs. Barlow's beautiful 
blonde head, becoming more and more covered with
her boss's snatch juices.

"There are two kinds of people in the world, Petra. 
There's the kind of person who is brave
enough to look into my eyes...." 

Ms. Lauren held my gaze. 

"...and there are stupid little pussy lickers, who give 
up on themselves, and crawl around on bathroom floors,
smearing their pretty little faces like pigs eating
slop." 

She nodded toward Mrs. Barlow, bobbing her head obscenely. 

"Which kind are you Petra? Do you know yet?" 

She looked at me seriously. 

"I uh....." 

"Not sure yet, huh?" She kept prodding.

"Well, I'm not like Mrs. Barlow, that's for sure...!",
I managed nervously. 

"Your eyes are cast DOWN Petra. Why? Look me in the
eyes and tell me you aren't another Mrs. Barlow. Do
it." 

Ms. Lauren's tone had turned icey. 

I blushed deeply, realized I was avoiding her gaze, 
absently watching Candice's mother's wiggling butt.   
I forced my eyes back up to Ms. Lauren's, my
face burning brightly at her words, 

but I saw it in her eyes. Judgment. 

It was too late. 

I felt sooooo pissed I'd been caught looking down, 
instead of into my Miss Lauren's eyes, but I was still 
totally SURE I wasn't ANYTHING like that piggish little 
cunt slurping between her legs. Not at all!!! I was
just distracted by Candice's mother's butt moving, 
that's all. 

"I'm not like.......what I *mean* is.....If I'm
gonna be like anybody, I gonna grow up to be like my
*mom*, or maybe even somebody like *you* Ms. Lauren......",

"Me?.....Really? I once had a personal asisstant who
claimed the same thing. She's between my legs now,
isn't that right, sow?" 

Ms. Lauren smirked as she kicked one of her high heels 
into Mrs. Barlow's butt like a spur, ramming the service
girls face deeper into her pussy, and making her yelp...which 
I was a little jealous of.

Shitty-fuck! Now Ms. Lauren had the TOTALLY wrong
impression of me--that I was some wimpy little mousy
girl who didn't believe in herself like this stupid,
pussy lapping old bag! 

"Well if you ever change your mind, and want to see
who you *really* are honey, my cute little cunt lapper
here will be glad to asisst you in *anything* you'd
like to..explore. Isn't that right dear?" 

She kicked Mrs. barlow again. 

"Yes ma'am....", the blonde middle aged secretary slurped back.

"Good girl. Okay, show's over girls! Boss Lady's must hurry
back to work..." 

She snickered as she stood up and pulled her skirt back 
on, re-adjusting her suit back to normal as Mrs. Barlow 
wiped her mouth for the second time today. 

I was horny and *really* frustrated Ms. Lauren had stopped all of a
sudden! I wasn't sure if she'd gotten up so quickly because she'd
already climaxed earlier. Why was she leaving?

Had I failed some test when I couldn't look her in the 
eyes?

 Maybe she was just tired of messing with me. I 
desperately longed for her approval somehow. 

Then Ms. Lauren walked out of the stall and into the main bathroom,
fixed her hair and ignored us. Mrs. Barrlow and I stupidly stayed in
the stall together, stunned as the stall door swung closed, and we
heard the boss lady humming to herself and teasing her hair, as if we
weren't even there!

Mrs. Barlow and I exchanged an ackward little pout, 
then avoided each other's gaze, unsure if we were allowed 
to speak. I tried to think of some way to working up the 
nerve to ask Mrs. Barlow the Sixty Four Thousand Dollar 
Question. 

"Mrs. Barlow....uh.....are you okay?" 

"I think....my legs fell asleep.", she said in a lost
little voice, trying not to cry, as she massaged her
lower jaw.  

I felt guilty, but also horny, especially knowing
Miss Lauren could hear us. I guess this wasn't the
best time to ask for her services, considering how tired Miss
Barrlow's mouth might be, but I knew I had to make my move before
Ms. Lauren walked out. It was now or never. If I didn't
show Miss Lauren that I wasn't HER type now, I would be a possible 
*service girl* in her eyes forever. 

"What are you two little girls chattering about in there,
anyway?" Ms. Lauren called to us playfully. 

"Ohhh...nothing Ms. Lauren...", Micky managed as she
started to get up.  

"Don't get up, dear. Petra would like to fiddle with
you, but she's too much of a scaredy-cat to ask!"

Mrs. Barlow sunk back to her knees, and shot me a
angry look. I didn't know what to do, so I just kind
of shrugged, and gave her a lame little smile. 

"But Ms. Lauren, Could I get one of the other girls? My legs are
losing circulation, I'm exhausted, and --"

"No belly aching, Micky. Now why don't you amuse
Petra by finger fucking your cunt for the next, oh...say...
twenty minutes - starting NOW." 

We could hear the confident click of her heels as she 
walked toward the exit. 

Candice's humiliated mother and serving girl stared daggers at me. 

Yet the completely humiliated and beaten secretary slipped her fingers
inside her pussy and started to finger fuck herself, dutifully
displaying a charming false smile, despite the ugly mascera trailing
down her tired and and sticky face.

We heard Ms. Lauren turn around, and she startled us
by suddenly opening the stall door wide.

"Oh, and Petra--let's stop kidding ourselves, shall we?
Why don't you just kneel down next to Micky, like a
good girl. I know you have been dying to finger fuck
yourself. Well, go ahead and do it...and lick my 
juices off Micky's face while you're at it. Let's
just leave this door open, too. I'll be seeing you 
and your mother later in my office, Pet."

She propped the stall door wide open, as my breath caught in my
throat, terrified by how anyone could walk in and...well.....

This was insane, and I wanted to race after her to explain. 

"I'm not like you Miss Barrlow." I said with small defiance. 

Miss Barrlow looked over at me with a mixture of sadness and fury
building inside her. I flinched as she suddenly violently...

...spit on my face!

"You dumb bitch! Now your just like *me*, see? First my daughter, and
now you! Can't either of your two think with anything other than your
own fucking cunts? Jesus..." She screamed bitterly, without looking at
me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, as I longed to bolt up and run away, but my
leg's wouldn't listen, as I stayed on my knees for some reason. I was
burning with shame at her disaproval, even a 'service girl's'
disaproval. Even an old aging fat ones.

I started trembling and started to cry. Soon there was only the sounds
of our breaths, and the jagged fear of being caught together on
display like this, the door wide open.

Kneeled there next to her , as I caught site of both of our faces in
the bathroom mirror. Me and Micky Barrlow, side by side, both on our
knees, both patheticly crying. Watching us like that, I could no
longer resist and pushed my hand deep inside my little panties,

and started lapping the delicious sticky juices off Candice's mom's
furious angry face.

Look for part 4 on to be posted on friday.
Read parts 1 & 2 for free at: 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cowgirl/

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