It had been an evening never to be forgotten and the beauty of it was that he had no idea it was me. Pam teasingly decided to leave him blindfolded throughout but, at the same time, she hinted sufficiently that it had been someone else from the office.
I could only imagine his unease as he walked into the office on the following Monday wondering which one of his many female colleagues had borne witness to his submission.
What I did not take into account was the backlash of his anger. I worked hard to polish the draft of my thesis and sent it to both him and Rachel for consideration. I thought it was a good piece of work but at our meeting on the following morning both he and Rachel verbally tore it to shreds.
I could understand Rob's attitude given our recent history but, in light of her earlier encouragement, I was expecting some support from Rachel. I walked out of the room unsure what to think. My immediate reaction was to tender my resignation. If my future prospects in the bank were to be determined by personal rather than professional considerations then I wanted no part of it.
Pam came and found me fuming in the canteen and, yet again, I found myself pouring out my heart to her. She listened quietly and then took my hand. "You have to play them at their own game but you should be prepared to offer a sacrifice." "I don't understand."
She offered a conspiratorial smile. "Don't take this the wrong way. You're a young woman and right now your career should be the most important thing to you. There will be plenty of time to contemplate settling down later on. Let's face it, you are not going to want for male attention. You will be able to take your pick and I am sure that you will make the right choice."
"You're starting to sound like my mother." "Okay, let me be more blunt. I can arrange for Rob to put in a good report."
I thought about this for a moment before framing my question. "Are you suggesting he will do what you say?" "You've seen him. You've seen what he secretly craves." "But he was so angry. I worried about leaving you alone with him afterwards." "Oh he left in high dudgeon but he came back on Sunday to apologize. I won't tell you how many orgasms I made him lick me to while I read the papers"
Even now, after all that had I had through, I found her openness quite shocking. "Okay, lets say that you can bring him onside. What about Rachel?" "You're serious? You don't know why she's pissed off?" "I haven't a clue." "She's had the hots for Simon and now you've trodden on her toes." "You're joking! She must be ten years older." I was being a little unfair. I knew, from things that she said, that she was in her thirties but she looked a lot younger and she had no trouble attracting men. I asked my next question without thinking. "What does she see in him?" "Perhaps the same things you did. He scrubs up nicely and he is actually quite an interesting guy."
As she said this there was the faintest hint of amusement about her eyes and I wondered if she knew more than she was letting on. I was still conjecturing this when it occurred to me just what she was suggesting. "You're saying that I should move over and let her have Simon?"
I was suddenly overcome by a strange sense of possessiveness. Simon was attractive and genuinely likable but, looking back, I think my jealously had more to do with the strange netherworld that he and I had begun to explore together. "So what do I do? Dump him and send her an e-mail?"
"It's not that simple. Even before you arrived on the scene he wasn't showing a lot of interest in her. If you're going to get into her good books you're going to have to help things along." Those words echoed in my head for the next two days. Whilst it went against my better nature Pam was right; I had to stand up for myself or I would forever regret it.
Having made the decision the difficulty came in trying to engineer the situation to my advantage but fate took a hand. We were coming to the end of the day when we were told that the systems in New York had crashed. The emergency response plan called for our office to act as a proxy site with the result that a number of us worked well into the night until New York was back on its feet.
We sat and ate take-out pizzas at our desks and then taxis were organized to get us home. We each gave our destination and then, where possible, cabs were shared. I was put together with Tom and Rachel as we all lived fairly close to one another south of the river and I wasted no time in phoning through to Simon to see if he wanted to join us.
Geographically, it made no sense but Simon read it as an invitation and jumped at it. Tom was blissfully unaware but Rachel knew that we were a long way out of Simon's way. She looked annoyed but made no comment.
I insisted that we drop Tom off first, which was not entirely logical, but he did not protest overmuch. My flat was next and then it was hard to say which of the two of them was more shocked when I asked them both in for coffee.
Rachel refused at first, probably seeing it as conduct unbecoming, but when I suggested that she could share a cab with Simon afterwards her face brightened almost as quickly as his dropped.
Once inside the situation was awkward to say the least. Simon sat beside Rachel on the sofa whilst I took the armchair and, as we sipped coffee and discussed the evening's events, I began to tease him.
My skirt had already ridden up a little and I did not bother to adjust it. By the time I had reached for my coffee a couple of times the hem was somewhere up around mid thigh and I was amused to see him run a finger around the inside of his shirt collar.
This was not lost on Rachel who proved shrewder than I would have imagined. "Look, I have to be going. I'll take a cab and Simon can stay and finish his coffee." "No, don't rush away. It's my fault; I forget how easily Simon gets excited." As I said this I looked down at his lap and Rachel, who had got to her feet, followed my gaze. He was doing his best to disguise his erection by covering it with his mug of coffee but he was failing dismally.
I was pleased to see the look of wry amusement on Rachel's face but Simon was blushing to the ears. "He's a bit of a 'leg man' aren't you Simon? Don't you think that Rachel has nice legs?"
I could see that Rachel was trying to fathom out what the dynamic was but she unconsciously shifted her feet. The tiny movement caught Simon's eye and for a second his gaze flashed to her legs.
Rachel is a natural runner with long, toned, legs which were shown off to devastating effect by a light, flared, skirt which ended just above the knee. It was clear that Simon had never thought of her in sexual terms before but, now that the seed was planted, I could see him doing a subliminal re-evaluation.
Rachel enjoyed the effect that she was having on him but that did not ease her confusion. "Would you like to tell me what's going on here?" "Well, at a guess, I would imagine that Simon is thinking about kissing his way up your legs."
She looked at me and laughed at the joke she undoubtedly took it to be but some instinct made her then look at Simon. His face was a picture. He could not believe the casual manner in which I was treating him, and, as he saw it, our potential relationship, but, at the same time, he was being driven by a primitive urge over which he had no control.
Within the office hierarchy he was notionally a rung above Rachel on the ladder but, guided by her female instincts, she realized that, just then, some subtle shift in the balance of power had taken place.
"Is that what you would like to do Simon? Would you like to come over here and kiss my legs?" She had served the ball into his court. He could now either laugh along with us or, as I think she suspected, he could surrender to a darker desire.
I found that I was holding my breath as the tension hung in the air. The three of us remained frozen in place, and I feared that I had pushed things too far, but then Rachel took me by surprise.
As I watched she took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it a couple of inches. "Come and show me..."
This was a Rachel I did not know. That she was self assured, confident in her authority, was never in doubt but now she was displaying a hitherto hidden sensuousness and Simon was captivated by it.
He rose from the sofa and went to her as though in a trance and for a dreamlike moment I thought that he was going to propose. He dropped to his knees but then he bowed down to kiss her gently just above the knee.
She was clearly taken aback but she managed to retain her composure. Without a word she lifted her skirt a fraction further, offering a clear invitation, and he could not refuse. He kissed a little higher but then seemed loathe to move on.
I had to give her credit. She totally ignored me, and seemed completely unembarrassed, as she put his compliance to the test. I wondered if she was being in any way influenced by Rob's recent humiliation; she had not been at the party but she must have heard the story.
She lifted her skirt altogether to reveal that she was wearing stay-ups and, to my surprise, an almost obscenely abbreviated thong. It was a vey sexy look and seemed so out of keeping with her work persona. I would like to think that his hesitation was founded in a misplaced loyalty to me but I suspect that he was engaged in some internal, Faustian, struggle. As if to confirm he gave a low moan of surrender and, having sold his soul, he rubbed his face against her sex.
"Oh God..." Her whispered response was more appreciation than surprise and with disarming alacrity she pulled her thong aside.
I was afforded a fleeting glimpse of her smooth pudendum before she clawed at his hair and pulled him to her. For a second or two her legs threatened to betray her and I felt a little jealous, my own sex growing hotter as I imagined his tongue now buried deep inside.
I opened my legs just a little and it was almost more than I could do to keep from touching myself but I need not have worried. Rachel was now lost in a world of her own and she paused only to rip off her thong altogether before she made herself comfortable on the sofa.
She sprawled with her legs parted and I found myself frustrated that he was blocking my view. "Get yourself over here."
He shuffled forward on his knees and, with another groan, he reapplied himself to her sex. She had her eyes closed but I had no sense that she was in any way embarrassed. It was almost as if she welcomed the audience and I now realized that she was a woman with hidden depths.
It took her just a few minutes to reach a moaning orgasm by which time I had my hand buried deep in my panties. As with Pam it felt wrong that I should be so turned on at witnessing another woman's pleasure but I knew that it was, in great part, to do with the fact that we were overturning all of the usual sexual norms.
Now that her climax had ebbed she was still reluctant to let him go. She kept her fingers entwined behind his head as she held him in place and I wondered if he was still licking her.
At long last she opened her eyes and looked at me whilst at the same time she kept him pressed to her sex so that he was not privy to the exchange. I could see, at a glance, that she had reached her own conclusions and there was the slightest of smiles playing on her lips. "Is he new to this?" "Yes, I think so." I tried to convey an impression of my own worldliness but I suspected that she saw through me and I felt just a little in awe of her. It was inevitable that I should draw a comparison with Pam and I wondered just how many women of a similar nature might be out there.
I knew about dominants and submissives but in my mind it was a something on the fringes associated with underground clubs and the clichés of leather and whips. This was something different. Both Rob and Simon were, in their own ways, confident, alpha males who could take their pick of women but they had both displayed an unexpected and curious degree of subservience.
What now intrigued me was Rachel's motivation. Pam had said that she was jealous of my relationship with Simon but I had assumed that she meant in the classic boyfriend/girlfriend way of things. It now occurred to me that she had already seen something in him and that she was grooming him for exploitation.
It was a dizzying thought. Only a short while ago I could never have dreamed of this but now, in the space of days, and within the boundaries of just my own work environment, I had become acquainted with two women who seemed, not only to take it in their stride but, more excitingly, to see it as their due.
She relaxed her hold and allowed him to pull away from her. He turned and sat on the floor with his back resting against the sofa. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed and I was guessing that he was too embarrassed to look at me.
Rachel coolly opened her handbag and, having found a tissue, she gently cleaned herself heedless of the fact that she was affording me a clear view of her excited sex.
When she was done she looked me straight in the eyes whilst, at the same time, she twined her fingers into his hair and, none too gently, she pulled his head back. "Come and show me."
I had not planned to, certainly not in front of her, but there was a challenge implicit in her tone and I understood that, if I passed the test, doors would be open to me.
I stood up and, in a move calculated to seize the initiative, I began to slowly remove all of my clothing.
A slight widening of the eyes told me that I had taken her by surprise but she did not avert her gaze. I am proud of my body and I stood unwaveringly allowing her to take in the view.
Her smile told me that I had started well and I was amused to see her tug his head back without looking as he tried to see what was going on.
Now that I was going through with it I felt a surge of heat between my legs and the faint tickle of a single bead of moisture as it made its lazy way down my inner thigh. Drawing closer, I stood over him and found that I was excited by the look of trepidation in his eyes which quickly turned to sheer lust as he realized I was totally naked. Kneeling on the seat of the sofa I deftly straddled his face and this was Rachel's cue to let go of his hair. With his back bowed he already looked extremely uncomfortable but I had no compunction about adding to his woes as I allowed my weight to settle.
His eyes stared up at me from between my thighs as I carefully adjusted my position. I pressed my clitoris against the bridge of his nose whilst my sex itself pinched his nostrils closed causing his mouth to open reflexively.
Almost immediately I felt his tongue seeking its way in and I flattered myself by thinking that this was what he truly wanted, this one taste above all others.
His tongue speared deep into my welcoming wetness and, without thinking, I pressed myself more heavily onto his face to drive it deeper still. He gave a groan of complaint but, to his credit, he tried hard to do as I wanted.
I relented a little and, as I eased off slightly, he diligently worked his tongue in the close confines. I remained still for a minute or two, revelling in his ministrations, and enjoying the warmth of his struggled breathing against my sex.
I was very wet and soon he was having to swallow audibly to cope the flow. I was aware of Rachel watching me but I paid her no heed as I concentrated on my own needs.
I began to work my clitoris against the firmness of his nose. My dressing of blonde hairs had long since darkened with moisture and as I rocked back and forth they traced his skin like the finest or artists brushes.
As my climax mounted I was getting ever warmer. My thighs were slick with perspiration and I could only wonder how hot it must have been for him trapped in the furnace of my arousal until I chose to let him go.
I began to feel the familiar portents. My limbs cramped very slightly and my stomach knotted as my pulse pounded at my temples but the beauty of it was that I did not have to make any allowances for him. I knew that he would keep working his tongue whilst I ground out my pleasure and I teased myself until I could take no more.
My whole body was a drawn bowstring until I rubbed myself over him for one last time and held myself ready. The snap of release eased all my tensions in one blinding moment of pleasure and then I was rubbing myself viciously on his face as I chased the ebbing vibrations.
It seemed never ending. Each time I thought I could take no more another contraction would start challenging me to find the strength to ride with it bringing a new wave of ecstasy.
At the finish I allowed my body to slump. I was dimly aware of him beneath me, struggling to breath and drowning in my outpouring, but I did not have the strength to move.
It was only when Rachel put her hand gently on my shoulder that sanity returned and I rolled myself off of him. He immediately began to choke and my instant, irrational, thought was 'how dare he'.
I grabbed my clothes and, asking Rachel to excuse me for a moment, I went to the bathroom.
I damped my face with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. I was not sure that I liked the women staring back at me but I knew, with certainty, that if the opportunity arose again, I would not hesitate.
I discarded my clothes and took the bathrobe from the back of the door. When I returned to the living room Rachel was using her phone. "I hope you don't mind. I've ordered us a cab. I think he's had enough for one evening."
She smiled as she said it and I sensed that for Simon, in spite of what she said, the night was still young.
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