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   Career Girl - Holly

   By Misty Paycheck

   If you haven't read my previous stories, you may need a little
background information.  These stories take place in a universe where it
has long ago been determined that the constant distraction of men
fantasizing about the women around them has hindered the development of
society.  It was established that men would be allowed to act on any sexual
thought that occurs to them in the moment, with any woman.  Women accept
their role in this new society without question.  This, however, doesn't
mean that women are slaves or prostitutes.  They are expected to carry the
same weight at home and in the workplace as men.  They just have the added
responsibility of of being available and open to the sexual whims of men.

   This not a sequel to previous Career Girl stories, but a stand alone
story that takes place in the same universe.

   Career Girl - Holly

   My name is Holly.  I work in the Finance group of a mid-sized marketing
firm and share an office space with Tom and Vicky.  The three desks are
lined up and separated by cubicle walls.  Tom and I have the ends, while
Vicky sits between us.  Tom and I sit in our cubicles discussing the new
cost model for one of our new product lines.  He asks about cost recovery
for one small aspect of the overall plan.  I explain it to him as best I
can but he seems to be hung up on a minor detail.  I start to explain it to
him, but my phone rings.  In the mean time, Vicky chimes in from between us
and incorrectly tries to explain the missing detail to Tom.  Of course
everything she says is wrong, but Tom doesn't argue or try to explain where
her explanation falls flat, he just pretends to understand her point and go
along.  I tell Tom to come into my cubicle so I can draw it out on the
white board, thinking that a picture is worth a thousand words.

   Tom walks over into my cubicle and I swing my chair around so that I'm
facing the whiteboard.  Tom stands at the corner of my cube as I draw out
the map of the financial flow.  As I continue to draw, Vicky occasionally
chimes in to correct me with her broken understanding of the cost model. 
At one point I catch myself getting caught up in explaining to Vicky why
she's wrong and stop working with Tom.  I look at Tom while I argue over
the cube wall with Vicky, but he just shrugs at me, apparently unwilling
the get involved.  After a short while of waiting for me to finish with
Vicky, he walks over to me, reaches a hand down and cups one of my breasts.
I am a lesbian and have no real interest in men, sexually speaking, but the
world being what it is, I've learned to adapt.  I continue arguing with
Vicky as Tom bounces my breasts from underneath.  Now he's just playing. 
I'm wearing a light blue long sleeve collar shirt.  Tom unbuttons the top
button of my shirt and snakes a hand down into my shirt where he cups my
breast through my bra.  Vicky's insane arguing is driving me nuts.  She is
convinced that I don't understand her point, when I actually do, but can't
seem to convince her that she is wrong.  Tom starts to squeeze my breast as
my discussion with Vicky starts to get heated.  Since I'm still sitting in
my chair with Tom standing in front of me playing with my breasts, I have a
plain view of the front of his pants.  I can see that he is developing
quite the bulge.  I look up at Tom and he now has a bit of a glint in his
eye as he squeezes and bounces my breast.  I smile at him as I reach up and
unbutton another button on my shirt.  This gives Tom better access, but
mostly it makes it a little more comfortable for me.  I can feel Tom slip
fingers into the cup of my bra and start to pinch my nipples.  I squeak a
little when he does this.

   By this time Vicky has gotten angry to the point of being close to
tears. She is sure she's right and that I'm disregarding her.  At this
point I tell her that I need to continue with Tom and that I'll have to go
through this with her at another time.  I then turn back to Tom who is now
pulling me out of the chair to my feet and is unbuttoning the rest of the
buttons of my shirt.  I stand straight up and let him move me as needed to
remove my shirt.  I'm a little uncomfortable because I've gained about 10
pounds recently and don't look as good as I'd like.  The upside of this for
Tom, I'm sure, is that a lot of that extra weight shows itself in my
breasts, which are a bit larger than they usually are.  I stand still
waiting for his next move, but he asks me to continue with my flow map.  I
smile and get back to our discussion.  I'm now waiting for Tom to reach
behind me to take off my plain white bra.  As a lesbian I often wonder if
straight women are more accommodating.  I wonder if a straight girl would
have taken off her own bra for Tom.  I don't want to be insulting to him,
or look as if I'm giving minimum effort to his needs, it's just that all
men seem to want something different and I just don't think I'm very
intuitive in that area.  So I continue to have meaningful discussion with
Tom about the product cycle when he reaches out toward me and wriggles a
hand into the cup of my bra.  He cups my breast and pulls it out over my
bra.  But just one.  He leaves the other safely nestled in my bra cup. 
Again, I have no idea if he is waiting for me to pull out the other one, so
I again do nothing.  My breasts are pretty good size, just barely a D cup,
though they hang a little lower since I turned forty, but I don't think
that bothers Tom.  He bounces and pinches the nipple of freed breast as I
continue to work with him.

   Tom then takes his hand from my nipple and moves it up in front of my
mouth.  I hesitate, look down at it, and look him in the eye.  I then give
a little (reluctant) smile, stop our conversation and open my mouth.  Tom
slips two fingers into my mouth and explores as I gently apply suction.  He
moves his fingers around my tongue and asks me if I can draw the next part
on the board for him.  I continue to suck his fingers as I draw out the
next piece of the network diagram.  After a while he takes his other hand
and moves it down to my pants and slides his hand into the waistband of my
jeans.  He slips his fingers into the front of my panties.  I can feel his
fingers moving down through my bush to my pussy lips.  I can feel him
slowly attempt to slip a finger into my pussy.  I'm not at all wet though
and when Tom realizes this he pulls his fingers back.

   Tom and I have been office mates for a long time and surprisingly,
nothing like this has happened before.  I think that part of the tension
that I'm feeling right now is because we've known each other for so long
and he's never touched me.  I mean, I don't mind that he's doing it, I
rarely get through a day without being groped or molested in some way by
some random guy.  Tom pulls his hand out of my pants.  I can't help but
have a bit of a nervous smile on my face as if I'm disappointing him
because I know him so well.  He just winks at me before walking out of my
cubical.  I hear him over the wall asking Vicky if He can see her for a
moment.  I have a bad feeling about what he may be up to.

   He comes back around the corner with Vicky.  She sees the diagram that
I've been drawing on the board and seems to be studying it.  Tom raises
Vicky's hands above her head and pulls her flowery blouse off.  He then
unbuttons a couple buttons on her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. 
Vicky seems oblivious to this as she continues to study my drawing.  I
can't help but look over Vicky as she stands in my cubicle in just her bra
and panties, and these strange gold, east Indian looking flats that she
likes so much.  I guess I should describe Vicky.  She is very short and
thin.  Like, not 5 feet tall and definitely not 100 pounds.  She has
shoulder length mousey hair and she generally looks like she's been dried
in the sun to long.  Basically, she's not terribly attractive, with a
personality to match.

   Tom positions her in front of my desk and has her hop up.  He pulls the
crotch of her panties to the side and inserts a finger and his eyes open
wide.  He looks over at me with a wry smile as he inserts his thumb into
Vicky with his finger.  He moves his hand around as if he's digging for
something.  Vicky winces a bit, and spreads her knees further apart to open
herself up for Tom.  Finally, Tom pulls out his fingers and a small
vibrating egg.  He holds it up and looks at Vicky.  She smiles and says
that she had to take a taxi into work this morning and she shared a ride
with her neighbor's teenage son.  She says that she needs to remember to
get the egg back to him tonight.  She then quickly changes the subject to
the financial data on the board.  Tom quickly turns off the egg and holds
it in front of Vicky's mouth.  She stops talking and opens her mouth.  She
sticks out her tongue and begins to lick her juices off the egg.  He then
reaches down and takes my hand.  He moves it to Vicky's pussy and presses
it against her.  I've never seen Vicky in this way, and honestly have never
really wanted to, but since she's here and apparently available to me, I
take the opportunity to slide a finger into her pussy.  She's extremely wet
from having the vibrating egg in her.  I slide two more fingers into her
and start to work her clit with my thumb.  Her breathing quickens as Tom
pulls the egg away from her mouth.  She again starts to ask about the info
on the board.  Tom takes my other hand and moves it to her mouth.  She
again stops talking and opens to accept my finger.  I've honestly never
quite understood the whole male thing of liking to have your finger sucked.
Although having control over Vicky and being able to quiet her like this
kind of appeals to me.  I find myself kind of turned on by the
submissiveness emanating from Vicky as she sucks on my finger.

   Now that Tom has given me a little something more my taste to play with,
he gets back to me.  He unbuttons the top button of my jeans and again
slides his hand into my panties.  I suddenly feel a shock run through my
body as I feel the vibrating egg being held tightly against my clit.



   Again, being a lesbian I'd rather not be touched by a boy, but the
combination of the egg and the rush of having Vicky (who I frankly don't
like very much) being made to submit to me, it doesn't take long before I
can feel the moisture start to creep in.  Tom then asks if I can get back
to explaining the cost flow.  I turn my body slightly so that I am facing
the board.  This positions Tom directly behind me.  He has one hand down my
panties slow boiling my pussy with the vibrating egg while his other hand
reaches around to squeeze and bounce my breast.  I can also feel his cock
through our jeans nestled between my ass cheeks and starting grow.  I get
back to the point in the flow where I left off as I continue working over
Vicky.  I can tell that she'd been left on the edge of orgasm by the egg
and while she desperately wants to get involved in the conversation, her
mouth is busy with my fingers.  After a little while I remove my fingers
from her pussy and move them up to her mouth.  She obediently opens her
mouth and allows me to switch the fingers that were in her mouth for the
ones that were in her pussy.  I then move the fingers that were in her
mouth to her pussy.  I continue to go over the cost model with Tom, while
my breathing gets more and more labored.  My mind races at the thought of
dominating Vicky while submitting to Tom.  I've never fealt this kind of
feeling of being in control while being controlled before.  Tom then snakes
a finger around the egg and slips it into my pussy.  There is no denying
that I am wet now.  I respect Tom for thinking enough of me to not just
slam his fingers into my dry pussy and work me over.  Probably the hardest
thing about being a lesbian today is the attention from men who don't care
if you're ready or not for their advances.  It's been pointed out to me by
a number of my girlfriends that it's our responsibility to ready ourselves
for them on a moment's notice.  This is why we should have some personal
lubricant ready at all times.  I can't argue with that since it's obviously
true, but it would be nice to be given the opportunity to lube up before
having a thumb jammed up my ass at the bus stop in the morning.

   I can feel that Vicky is getting close to orgasm as I work her clit
over. She's starting to grunt a bit around the three fingers I have jammed
into her mouth.  I also notice that she keeps glancing up at the clock on
my wall.  I take my fingers out of her mouth and she tells me that she's
running late for a meeting and really should go.  I, myself feel like I'm
closing in on an orgasm when Tom unceremoniously pulls the egg out of my
panties and presses it hard against Debbie's clit.  This sends her
screaming over the edge and she doubles over and howls as her body is
racked with orgasm.  Her body trembles as Tom holds the egg against her.  I
pull my fingers out of her and Tom pushes the vibrating egg back into her.
Tom helps her down from the desk and almost falls to the floor as her knees
buckle.  Tom gathers up her clothes and hands them to her and slaps her on
the ass as she walks out of my cubicle with the vibrating egg still sending
shock waves through her body.  She stumbles a bit as she carries her
clothes out with her as she leaves the office in just her bra and panties.

   Meanwhile, I've started to calm down from being so close to orgasm.  Tom
looks back at the drawing on the board and asks a question.  I sit back on
my desk with my shirt off and my breast hanging out of my bra and my jeans
unbuttoned, still a little tweaked from the working over my clit has gotten
and explain to Tom how the elements in question work together.  We discuss
it for about 15 minutes during which time I start to feel awkward with my
state of dress.  I reach up and gently fit my large breast back into my
bra. Tom reaches over with both hands bounces my breasts in my bra.  They
shake like jello and he smiles.  I smile back at him and ask if he has any
other questions.  He replies by reaching behind me and unclasping my bra.
He pulls it off me, drapes it over my cubicle wall and squeezes my tits. 
He moves his mouth to one of my breasts and sucks and bites my nipple.  He
squeezes and fondles the other breast while he does this.  He does this for
what seems like a very long time.  He then stops, unzips his jeans and
pulls his cock out.  He slowly starts to rub it.  I can see it growing and
the veins start to show.  He takes one of my hands in his and moves it to
his cock.  I take it and mimic the slow tugging motion that I saw him
doing. He then grabs my nipples with two fingers and pulls down.  I follow
my breasts until I'm kneeling on the ground.  He moves my hand, which is
still pumping his cock in front of my mouth.  He smiles down at me and says
'if you don't mind...' I'm obviously not thrilled, but I smile up at him
before I open my mouth and take in his hard cock.  I slowly suck him.  He
places his hands on the back of my head and gently pulls my head down on
his cock.  He does this to set the pace, basically fucking my mouth, not
roughly mind you, but definitely with intent.  He reaches one hand down and
squeezes one of my breasts.  I continue to suck as Tom fucks my face.

   Suddenly the door to our shared office space opens and Susan walks into
my cubical.  She looks down at me and says she's in the building for a
meeting, but needs to talk to me quickly.  She smiles at Tom and
apologizes. Susan is our boss, so what she says goes.  I look up at Tom
with his dick still stuffed into my mouth.  He just shrugs because I can
tell he's very close to cumming.  I back my head off his prick and
apologize to him.  I then tell Susan that I'm available to talk to her.  My
hand continues to slowly pump Tom's cock as Susan starts to ask me about a
contract.  I look up at Tom and can tell that a handjob is not really what
he wants.  Again, this is where I'm at a disadvantage being a lesbian. 
Would a straight girl offer more that a hand job when her mouth is suddenly
unavailable?  I don't know.  I guess it only seems fair to replace one
soft, warm, wet hole for another.  Since I have to deny him my mouth, I
decide to do what I think a straight girl would do.  I continue to discuss
the contract with Susan, but I take my hand off Tom's cock.  I smile and
wink at him as I get to my feet.  I reach down and finish unbuttoning my
pants.  I pull my jeans and panties down to the floor and lean forward to
put my hands on my desk.  I step out of my pants and move my feet apart.  I
move a hand to my mouth and ask Susan to excuse me for a moment.  I put
three fingers into my mouth and get them good and wet.  I then reach back
and work them into my pussy.  I get it as wet as I can.  Susan, seeing what
I'm doing, reaches into her suit jacket pocket and pulls out a small tube
of lubricant, which she offers me.  I thank her and apply a generous amount
to my pussy.  I hand the tube back to her.  I look back at Tom, who now
seems to be eyeing Susan.  I smile at him and ask if this is ok.  He smiles
and nods as he moves in behind me.  I get back to my conversation with
Susan as I feel Tom slowly start to work his cock into my pussy.  He then
starts a slow rhythm which causes my conversation to jump from time to
time. As he starts to pick up the pace, he starts to pull my hips back into
him.  I know I'm not going to orgasm from this, but I have to admit that it
doesn't entirely feel bad either.  Suddenly, Tom removes one of his hands
from my hip and reaches it out toward Susan.  He can't quite reach her, so
she takes a step closer.  He continues to pound away at my pussy while he
tries to unbutton Susan's blouse with one hand.  She takes the hint and
moves a hand up to finish unbuttoning her blouse for him.  She lets it fall
open to reveal her breasts held in a lacy white bra.  Tom must have a bra
fetish, because his cock really jumped when Susan revealed herself to him.
He then reaches down and sticks his fingers into the waistband of her
pants. He pulls her toward him and pushes a hand down the front of her
pants.  Susan and I continue to discuss the contract as Tom fingers her and
fucks my pussy.

   I can tell that Tom is really working her over as she puts a hand on my
cubical wall to steady herself and moves her feet wider apart.  He must be
trying to get his whole hand in her or something, because she winces and
stutters a bit as she bends at the waist and arches her back a little.  As
Susan bends down her breasts fall within an inch or so of my face.  I
instinctively reach up into her bra and give one of her nipples a tug. 
Susan's eyes widen and she shoots me a look.  I pull my hand back down and
try to act like nothing happened.  Suddenly Tom reaches his free hand up to
the back of my head and grabs a hand full of hair.  He pulls back as he
thrusts himself forward into me a few times.  He grunts and shoots jet
after jet of his goo up into me.  He must have really pinched Susan's clit
when he came, because she let out a squeal and just about fell to her
knees.

   When Tom finishes cumming in me, he kind of deflates and lowers his
chest onto my back.  He reaches around and takes one of my hanging breasts
into his hand and rolls it around in his hand.  As he's doing this I'm
telling Susan, in a breathy voice, the final details of the contract.  Tom
pulls his hand out of Susan's pants and looks up at her as he licks one of
his fingers.  He then offers a finger to me for a taste.  I open my mouth
and accept his finger.  I lick and suck Susan's juices from it.  He then
pulls it out of me and moves it down to my pussy.  He wraps it around the
root of his cock, which is still buried deep in me and slowly pulls out,
collecting our combined juices on his fingers.  He moves his fingers deep
into my pussy and pulls out a great load of goop.  He moves around me to
Susan, who is buttoning up her blouse.  He takes a finger and outlines each
of her nipples through her sheer white blouse with his sperm.  He then
offers the remaining stuff to her mouth.  She smiles at him and opens her
mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick the sperm from his fingers.  When
his fingers are clean, she backs her head off them and says that she has to
run to her meeting now.  She puts a hand on Tom's cheek and with a smile
move in to give him a little kiss.  She thanks him and then thanks me for
the contract info before turning to leave.

   I take note of Susan's reaction to Tom and stand up straight.  When I do
this, more of his spooge flows out of me and starts to run down my leg.  I
force a smile for him as I reach down and scoop the sperm up with my
fingers and move them up to my mouth.  I lick all of his juices off and
even go back down for more.  He reaches down and picks up my panties and
uses them to clean his cock with.  He wads them up and offers them to my
mouth.  I smile and thank him as I open my mouth for him to stuff my filthy
panties in.  He sits down in my chair as I reach for my pants.  I pull my
pants on and look around my office for my bra and shirt.  Strangely, I
don't see them.  Tom sees me looking around and clues in that I'm looking
for my remaining clothes.  He looks up on the cubicle wall where he put my
bra and a smile crosses his face.  'Susan must have taken it.  Did she take
your shirt too?' I snicker and say 'I think she did.  I snicker and nod.  I
pull the panties out of my mouth and say that I don't think she appreciated
me pinching her nipple.  Oh well, I guess I'm working topless the rest of
the day.'

   Tom laughs and stands up to leave.  I reach out and clumsily put my hand
on the front of his pants, slowly rubbing his cock (It feels forced and
un-natural).  I tell him I hope I answered all his questions about the cost
model, and if he needs anything else to let me know.  He just says 'will
do' as he reaches out, picks up my panties and puts them back into my
mouth. He then turns and leaves my cubicle.

   I sit down in my chair and pull up to my desk to get back to work.  I
notice that with no bra on, my breasts hang down such that they actually
sit on my desk.  I laugh to myself that desk support is better than no
support.  I grin and think to myself, what would a straight girl do here?


   

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