Rachel plunked her ass down at her “station” which amounted
to her new desk at her new job. It
wasn’t really new though. It might as
well have been her old desk at her old job.
There was nothing new about any of it except it was newly the same. She’d switched jobs so many times in the last three years that she’d grown
used to all of the shifting, all of the newness.
There was the typical parade of new faces, staff who introduced
themselves on their way past her cubicle.
Her cubicle – her eight hours of hell away from home in a self-induced
prison deep in the heart of the urban jungle.
She went home on her hour lunch and went for walks on her break,
thus managing to avoid the lunchroom and almost all socializing areas entirely.
She knew it was coming – the inevitable out for drinks invite
after work. She’d been expecting
it. She wasn’t sure if they were really
interested in getting to know the woman behind the black bangs or if they were simply
sniffing around for new dirt and gossip.
“You can bring a boyfriend if you like,” a young, fresh out
of college intern had squeaked while standing beside her mentor – a stone faced
bitch that Rachel had disliked immediately upon meeting.
You can bring a boyfriend equaled Are you single? or Do
you have a boyfriend? It was standard. She’d been
expecting that question as well. The
young intern was fishing, probably asked to sniff around and find out more
about her. Rachel refused to play the game and take the bait. She avoided the hook, thanked her graciously
for the offer and professionally declined.
She’d had enough of the questions about her personal life. She was there to work, put in her time and
get the hell out. She’d grown tired of
places of employment becoming the equivalent to a singles scene and her the newest
girl sitting at the bar.
It was what it was of course but she didn’t have to like
it. She understood it. She was an attractive woman, easy on the eye
so it made sense for their pursuit.
Young with a gym-fit body often showcased in professional attire, her
curves couldn’t be hidden. She couldn’t
really blame the men for their interest in her but she had grown tired of being
seen as nothing more than a piece of meat to the often clownish men
who pursued her. She wouldn’t have minded
being pursued by a business professional with a degree of tact but that never
happened. It was always the portly,
unattractive, personalities lacking, often married, moronic pigs who salivated over
her. It might surprise them to learn
that she was more than a pretty face, was in fact also very intelligent,
considerate, and in general an interesting person.
She was in her fourth week when the question was asked again
although this time the question was posed more directly.
Nearly everyone was in the lunchroom stuffing their faces
with cake for a birthday or celebration of some kind. As antisocial as it made her appear she
really didn’t care. Rachel stayed at her
desk and took the opportunity of everyone’s absence to surf the internet.
If there was to be competition for her in terms of another
single attractive woman who was as actively pursued as she was, Tara
was that woman. Tara
was the blond bombshell of the office with an attractive face surrounded by
curly hair, and a gym body that matched her own. They’d never
conversed on anything more than small talk and all Rachel knew of her was that
they shared the same boss.
Tara breezed around the corner and
parked her ass on the corner of Rachel’s desk.
“Not partaking in the festivities?”
“No. I’m not in the
mood for cake,” Rachel lied.
“You’re getting a reputation for being a bit of a cold fish,”
she said bluntly.
“I really don’t care,” Rachel responded, instantly taking the
defensive.
“Clearly. Good for
you. I’m not in the mood for cake
either,” she replied and winked. “My boss
is in there. I fear I would be too
tempted to grab the cake knife, stick it in her throat and then push her face
into the cake,” she said half serious.
“Wow. Tell me how you
really feel. I believe your boss is my
boss.”
“She is. She just
reamed me out about something. Pissed me
off. I’ll be damned if I’m going to
stand beside her and play nice while I want to strangle the bitch. Sorry,” she said and smiled. “I really can’t stand her though.”
“I’ve heard she can be a little rough,” Rachel agreed, not
wanting to speak poorly of her boss as it had been her experience to trust no
one when it came to speaking about office politics.
“A little rough is putting it lightly. You’ll see.
She was nice to me when I first started as well. She’s like that with everybody. Then she turns on you and goes nuts. Whatever.
Enough about her. What are your
plans for the weekend?”
“I don’t really have any as of yet,” she replied wondering
just where this conversation was going.
It read a lot like another fishing expedition.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Are you the messenger – the one who was sent to find out
about my personal life?” Rachel asked, letting her irritation show.
“No. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pry.”
“I figure someone must have sent you. The question has been danced around a few
times since I started. So; who wants to
know?”
“I do actually,” she replied quietly. She held her gaze with Rachel’s, ensuring
that her words were sinking in.
“Oh,” Rachel replied stupidly, not knowing how else to respond.
The noise from the lunchroom grew louder and was a welcome
distraction for Rachel to tear her gaze from Tara’s. The groups had broken up and were slowly pouring
out of the lunchroom, into the hall and down the corridor towards her desk.
“Shit. That wasn’t
fast enough. I better get back to my
desk. See ya,” Tara
said, pushed herself off the edge of Rachel’s desk and walked away.
Rachel had been with women before although not in years and
the two times she’d messed around it was hardly memorable. Once had been with a boyfriend whom she
didn’t care for much anyway; she had complied simply because she was tired of
hearing him go on about having a threesome.
It wasn’t the girl that they’d been with that had left a bad taste in
her mouth over the experience, but rather the jackass she’d been dating. The other time had been with a woman while she
was in college – some house party where she’d drank too much and then made out
with a girl on a couch while idiot frat boys had cheered them on.
She’d never been hit on quite so blatantly and didn’t know
how to respond. She didn’t have the
chance to explore how she felt about it any further, as a report was thrown on
her desk that needed her attention “right now.”
She’d planned on doing little more than shuffle papers around on her
desk for the remainder of her Friday afternoon but clearly her boss had other ideas.
Her weekend was uneventful and she returned to work Monday
morning in bleak spirits. Rachel’s boss,
just as Tara had warned, tore into her Monday morning in a display of true
unprofessionalism; raising her voice, pointing out Rachel’s faults, all within earshot
of her entire department.
Rachel, pissed off and insulted retreated to the ladies room
in the hopes of some semblance of privacy. Standing in front of the mirror
holding her gaze and telling herself to chill out did little to ease her irritation.
The door squealed on its hinges and Tara
swept into the room, stopped in her tracks and held Rachel’s gaze through the
mirror.
“I told you,” she said and smiled, clearly in an effort to
cheer her up.
“You heard that?”
“I think everyone heard that. She certainly has a way with words doesn’t
she? She’s a cunt. Don’t give any thought to anything she says
to you. She’s a bully; it’s all she
knows how to be.”
“Thanks,” Rachel replied lamely.
“I’m serious,” Tara said, walked
closer and stood behind her. “That won’t
be the last time. She thrives on making
people miserable. Don’t let her get to
you. If she knows she has she’ll abuse
you even more.”
“Thank you. I’ll try
to take your advice.”
They continued to look at each other through the mirror,
Rachel suddenly feeling too intimidated to turn around. Tara’s gaze was strong
and unwavering. Rachel broke the hold of
their eyes and let her gaze travel downward to Tara’s
cleavage that although covered tastefully in a blouse, was still obvious. She was wearing a black skirt, hose and black
heels. As usual, she looked
fantastic.
“You really are very pretty,” Rachel blurted out and turned
around to face her.
“Thank you,” she replied without a hint of arrogance or
conceit.
Tara took a step closer, reached out
and tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel’s ear. Rachel didn’t pull away yet did nothing to
encourage her further.
“Relax,” she whispered, grabbed Rachel’s hand which was warm
against her own and pulled her into a stall.
The office bathrooms were unique to any she’d seen before. Each stall was like its own room with a complete
door that reached entirely to the floor.
The bathroom stalls had become a great place for Rachel to hide for five
to ten minutes at a time.
In the stall with the door closed and locked behind them
Tara and Rachel stood looking at each other.
Rachel’s breathing had increased considerably and was audible in the
quiet stall.
“Relax,” Tara repeated and moved her
face closer to Rachel’s but held back, considerately leaving it up to Rachel to
proceed.
Tara’s perfume was divine. Rachel leaned forward inhaled, and kissed her
tentatively and quickly before retreating.
“More,” Tara whispered.
And more she got; Rachel gave into the magnetic pull of Tara’s
charms and pressed her lips unapologetically against hers.
No man could kiss like this.
Tara’s kiss was gentle yet rough, teasing yet
cautious and easily the hottest kiss in Rachel’s memory.
The sound of the door opening brought Rachel to a halt. They stood silently pressed against each
other as they heard the door farthest from them close and lock.
“They can’t hear us if we are quiet,” Tara
whispered in Rachel’s ear before taking her lobe in between her teeth and sucking
it into her mouth.
Rachel’s hands, previously, locked in place at her sides
moved up to Tara’s breasts, tentatively at first, and
then she abandoned all feelings of reservation.
She unbuttoned the first few buttons of Tara’s
blouse and slipped her hands inside her bra, grabbed a handful of Tara’s
glorious tits and worked her hard nipples between her fingers.
Their kissing was frenzied now – biting lips, twisting
tongue, groping hands. Rachel
consciously told herself to quiet her breathing, not sure of how much of their
noise could be heard two stalls down.
Tara’s hands moved over Rachel’s
breasts which she squeezed before moving further down and grabbing a handful of
her ass. Tara took
the hem of Rachel’s skirt and hiked it up around her waist exposing her panties
and thigh high stockings. The quiet hiss
of material sliding over stockings penetrated their quiet stall.
Tara’s fingers hooked around Rachel’s
panties and pulled them down her thighs.
Rachel made a move to grab at Tara’s skirt and do
the same but Tara grabbed her hands and brought them
back to her breasts.
“No. Later. Keep playing with my tits,” she whispered.
Tara’s hands snaked back down to
Rachel’s now naked pussy and slipped between her thighs. Rachel was wet, dripping now down the tops of
her thighs. Tara’s
fingers dipped into her cleft and came back to her lips, glistening with
Rachel’s juices. Their eyes locked as Tara licked Rachel’s juices
off her fingers. Rachel bit into her
lower lip to prevent from crying out.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closing. “I knew you would taste like this.”
The sound of the toilet flushing barely registered. Tara’s hand was again
between Rachel’s thighs, teasing her slit.
Rachel kicked off her shoes and threw one of her feet up on
the toilet, spreading her legs wide to Tara’s practiced
fingers.
Rachel could feel an orgasm building even before Tara’s
fingers sank inside her. Tara
was stimulating her clit with such skill that only Rachel had managed on her
own.
The stall door two down from them opened and was followed by
the sound of running water at the sinks, then the grinding noise of the paper
towel dispenser.
“Imagine if that’s her – our cunt boss. Maybe she’s looking for you. Too bad her newest employee is working hard
in the ladies room getting finger fucked by me.”
Tara’s fingers went deeper, pushing
into Rachel’s cunt further and working her g-spot with precision, her thumb
still teasing her clit.
“Ugggghhhh,” Rachel squeaked out, unable now to hold back.
Rachel’s cunt and clit moved together in undulating waves as
an orgasm gripped her and coursed through her body.
Tara’s free hand went over Rachel’s
mouth to cover the sounds of her climax.
Unable to support herself any longer on one weak leg Rachel
slid down the wall and collapsed to the floor.
She leaned against Tara’s legs, holding onto her
tight around her calves.
“That was …..I don’t even know. Amazing,” Rachel managed to sputter out
between breaths.
“Yeah. That was
decent,” she replied, teasing. “And to
think I only came in here to cheer you up.”
“When do I get a go at you?”
Rachel asked and let her hands trail up underneath Tara’s
skirt.
“We’ll have dinner.
After work.”
Rachel, on shaky legs, got to her feet and went to work on
re-doing Tara’s buttons.
They were both a mess – clothes askew, breasts half exposed and stockings
disarranged.
Rachel grabbed hold of Tara’s head,
caressed her cheeks and kissed her lightly.
“Well? Do I look
presentable?” she asked, after adjusting her clothes further.
“Well, no one would guess you just got fucked in the ladies
room, although your cheeks are a little red.”
Together, after giving each other the once over they left
the stall, washed their hands and left the bathroom. Grinning stupidly they walked together to
Rachel’s desk where they found their boss, Rose, bent over, writing on a sticky
note.
“Oh, there you are. I
was looking for you. Perfect that you
are both together,” she said and looked at Tara.
Her viciousness had left her and now she was once again the
seemingly nice boss that Rachel had taken her for.
“I was going to suggest you two work together on an upcoming
project. Tara has
experience with this and I’m sure she could offer you a lot of input into doing this properly,” she said, putting stress on the word properly. Cunt!
Rachel cursed in her mind.
“Sure Rose. I would
love to help Rachel out,” Tara beamed.
“Perfect!
Alright. I’ll leave you to it
then,” their boss said and walked away.
Once out of earshot of Rose they both burst into fits of
laughter.
“Alright partner. I
guess we’ll be spending more time together…working,” Rachel teased.
“Definitely although I want to work on spending time between
your thighs tasting your pussy,” she said quietly, leaning closer to Rachel.
“Well, management is insistent that you teach me your skills
so…what management says, management gets.”
Originally published July 2008