Office Down the Hall
“And here’s your new desk. Swing by Donald’s office after lunch and he’ll talk you through everything. It’s basically the same software that Accounts Receivable used, so it shouldn’t be too unfamiliar.”
“Thanks,” said Melissa. “Say, not that I’m complaining or anything, but what’s with the fancy getup?”
It was still a cubicle, but from what she could tell it was the nicest damned one in the building. Her space was easily triple that of her old spot, not to mention that it came with a set of doors to provide a little privacy. It was right by the window, letting in a ton of natural light. All in all, a huge upgrade from her last one, even before she took the furnishing into account. Maybe this transfer wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The only slight blemish was that it was a paired cube, so she’d have to share it with someone. Big deal. Even split between two people, this was still a massive step up.
“Product testing,” said John, her former manager, not without a trace of envy. “They’ve been rolling out live tests of a bunch of different office equipment, and I guess you won the lottery.”
“Hey, I’ll take it if they’re offering.”
“Heh, yeah. Can’t blame you there.” He stuck out his hand, “Well, I’ve got to be getting back. Take care, it’s been a pleasure working with you.”
Melissa took his hand and shook it.
“You too. Hope the new boss is half as good as the old.”
“Don’s a good guy. You’ll like him. Don’t know much about your new suitemate,” he said motioning towards the other desk, “but I hope she works out for you.”
When he was gone, Melissa looked over at the other desk. ‘She’, huh? That was a nice change. The last guy she’d shared one with was such a creeper. Not that Melissa could blame him, really. Truth be told, she was hot as hell and damned well knew it. He’d never done anything unprofessional, but she’d caught him staring enough to know what was on his mind. He’d even had the nerve to ask her out once. As if!
If anyone, she had her eye on that cute executive down the hall. He wasn’t bad looking for being in his early forties, and she’d definitely caught him giving her the eye. Better not to encourage that, though. Tempting as it was, office relationships were always so messy. Still... he was hot and rich.
Melissa marvelled at her new computer setup. Holy crap the screen on this one was huge. Melissa wasn’t really much of a computer person, but the case looked pretty new as well. She ran her finger across the top. Barely any dust at all.
Pushing the power button, Melissa lowered herself onto the big comfy office chair she’d been given. After checking to make sure no one was watching, Melissa spun herself around in the chair like she was a little girl again. Wheeee!
The computer booted up and accepted her password. Everything was set up correctly, unlike when she first joined the company. That time it took nearly half a week to get her into the system. Melissa leaned back in that comfy comfy chair and smiled. She really had lucked out here. Hopefully her job itself lived up to the surroundings.
Her stomach rumbled, and Melissa decided it was time to go grab a bite. The mysterious new coworker was still missing, probably at an early lunch herself. No biggie, Melissa could always swing by her old department and see if any of them were ready to eat.
Back from lunch the other desk was still empty. She’d swung by Don’s office already. Surely that meeting should have given her enough time to get back. Still no sign.
After lunch, Melissa dove right into the new new records software. The guidebook was a big mess of paper, almost as thick as her wrist, and Melissa was not happy about having to go through this again. Fortunately, the program was close enough to the old one that she didn’t have to learn from scratch. Still, it was a huge pain. The new computer, on the other hand, was a joy to work with. Everything ran so much better than the piece of crap she had been using. The huge screen was nice too, she could keep a lot more records open at once. The only trouble was, something was up with it. It kept flickering every now and again, nothing too bad, but a bit distracting. The cables were in right. It didn’t take many calls to tech support before you realized that was always the first thing they told you to do.
Anyways, she’d deal with it later. She was almost afraid to call IT. The big screen was such a nice perk, and she didn’t want to risk losing it. Unfortunately, the flickering was starting to give her a headache. More than once, Melissa had to repeat a step after she zoned out.
When the new suitemate did finally show, it didn’t make her day any better. Melissa heard her before she saw her, a loud obnoxious voice with no respect for others that might be working.
“Shit!” she muttered when the voice came to a stop outside her cubicle. Trying to be polite, Melissa turned around to greet her new coworker. When she caught sight, she gasped at the utter and complete lack of professionalism. The woman was dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt along with a dingy pair of sweatpants. Her shoes were nothing but a cheap pair of sandals, and her hair was just pulled back in careless ponytail. Did she seriously come to work dressed like that? What a slob.
Melissa extended her hand anyways. Even if this slob didn’t know professionalism when it bit her, one of them at least could do the right thing.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to you in a minute,” she told Melissa before going back to the phone. Melissa just stood there, gaping with her arm outstretched. What a bitch!
Not long after, a man poked his head inside. Still yammering on the phone, Melissa’s suitemate waved him in. He gave only the most cursory glance at Melissa, instead focusing on the other woman with puppylike adoration. His arms were laden with a number of bag, and at her signal he set them under the desk. What an ass he had. Melissa couldn’t help but admire it when he leaned down. In fact, he was absolutely gorgeous, Melissa realized once the bags were no longer obscuring his body.
“Thanks hun,” the woman said to him, “don’t forget to stop by at the end of the day so you can bring them to the car for me.”
How in the hell had she scored such a hot boyfriend. Yeah, she wasn’t ugly or anything. If she spent some time on her hair, got some properly fitting clothes and actually put on a bit of makeup, she could easily be a seven. Maybe seven and a half tops. Not shabby, but nothing to nab an absolute hunk like that.
“So you’re Melissa, right?”
The sudden sound made her jump a bit. Since the guy left, she’d gone back to her work, and had almost forgotten her suitemate was here now.
“Um, yeah, I—”
“That’s great,” she said said, “I’m Lauren. So, watcha working on?”
“I’ve just been learning the new software. Say, if you’ve got a minute, could you help me out with this one menu? It’s a little confusing.”
Lauren snorted, “Oh yeah, like I’d know anything about that program. Figure it out yourself.”
“But don’t you use it too?”
“As if. I work in the programming side of thing.”
“Then why did they put us—”
“Hell if I know. I’m not the one that makes the seating chart,” Lauren chuckled at this, apparently finding the idea funny for some reason. Great, so she’d been stuck with the reject from a totally different group that no one else wanted to be around. Melissa could hardly blame them, but why the heck should she be the one to deal with it. For a second, she thought about heading back to her old place. Even creeper Charlie wasn’t this obnoxious. No dice, though. Even though this new job was a slight step up from her old, it had been made perfectly clear that the move was not optional. This was her new position in the company, or she would be finding another job.
“Ugh,” she said after another hour trying to focus through flickering.
“You know what, I think I’m going to call it a day.”
“No!” Lauren said abruptly. “I mean, um, don’t you have a bunch of work to do or something.”
“Why do you care,” said Melissa, but then she began to feel a bit guilty. “Nothing that can’t wait till tomorrow. I’ve got a headache.”
A good night’s sleep actually did make her feel a lot better. Guilty at walking out so soon yesterday, Melissa made sure to get in nice and early the next morning. To her surprise, Lauren there already. Funny, she’d have never taken the woman for a morning person.
“Morning sunshine,” she said as soon as Melissa pulled in. Still a bit sleepy, she grumbled out some semblance of a greeting.
“So hey,” Lauren said, “I was thinking about yesterday, and I read a thing online about how music is supposed to help with headaches. So, uh, I brought these in for you to use.”
Melissa turned to see Lauren holding out a pair of headphones. They were bulky things, the kind of massive over the ear style that had gone out of fashion long ago except for like sound engineers or stuff like that. Still, it was a nice gesture, one Melissa hadn’t expected from someone so self absorbed.
“Thanks,” she said, “but I didn’t exactly bring anything to listen to.”
“Oh don’t be silly. Just go online. Use something like Pandora.”
“That’s not blocked here?”
“Nope!”
“Well, um,” she stammered. Those huge headphones were super tacky, and they’d totally mess up her hair. Then Melissa remembered that headache. No way was she risking another one of those. “yeah, sure. Thanks a lot.”
Just like Lauren said, Pandora worked fine. That was a heck of a shock, considering how much the rest of the internet was locked down here.
The music did actually help a ton. The flickering was still there, but no headache today at all. Melissa still caught herself zoning out more often than not, but at least there was no pain. She could deal with the distraction for a few days. IT was taking their sweet time responding to her complaint, but they were always slow anyways. Just so long as she could work without pain.
Mid morning, Melissa jolted awake realizing that she needed to use the bathroom. On her way back, she decided a trip to the water cooler was in order. After the first taste of the cool clear water, Melissa started chugging at the cup. A second cup went down just as fast.
Walking back to her desk, Melissa took a quick peek at Lauren’s screen. Facebook? Again? Seriously, wtf!
“Do you ever actually do any work?” she blurted out. Melissa flushed as Lauren spun around. That hadn’t come out right.
“Hey, so what if I spend my downtime how I... what did you do to your shirt?” Her eyes dropped down to fixate on Melissa’s chest.
“Huh, oh!” Melissa said, looking down to realize that her blouse was soaked clean through. The white fabric was completely plastered to her chest, and was practically transparent as it clung to her bra.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Lauren said as she pulled out a cloth. Melissa tried to decline, but Lauren was already there wiping the moisture away. Her deft fingers began pulling open the buttons of her blouse.
“You’ve got to get in there good,” she said, “or you’ll be chafing all day.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think—”
“Don’t worry,” Lauren told her with a conspirative wink. “We’ll just shut the door and no one will get to see.”
“Oh, well ok then.” That made sense. She didn’t want anyone to see her with her bra hanging out like that. It was nice of her to think of the door like that. Lauren was so smart, and so sweet to help out like this.
“Got to get nice and deep to get all the water out,” said Lauren as she worked the cloth through Melissa’s cleavage. The blouse was pulled back now, and her fingers dug in under the bra so that there’d be enough room to work the little towel. Melissa bit back a gasp as the fingers accidentally tweaked her nipples. It was just the shock of it after having the cold water dumped on them, that’s all. Didn’t want to give Lauren the wrong idea or anything. They’d been getting along so well after their rocky introduction, and she didn’t want to jeopardize that.
“There, isn’t that so much better,” she said as she pulled her hands out from under Melissa’s bra and stepped back to admire her work. A broad grin split her face as she looked at the results of her effort. It was still a bit damp, but nowhere near as bad as it was when Lauren started. Clearly Melissa had misjudged her. No one that looked so happy after helping someone out could truly be a bad person.
“Thanks a ton,” she said, “That’s going to make it a lot easier for me to work.”
True to Lauren’s word, it wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable. With her blouse hanging open, her bra would finish air drying in no time. It was so comfortable that once she had her headphones back on, it only took a couple minutes to forget all about the spill.
“Sorry, what was that?” Melissa asked. Looking at the clock, she realized it was already 4:30. Crap, she was behind on her work, even after the early start. Looks like she’d be staying late to make up for it.
“I asked,” Lauren told her, “if you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand with them.” Lauren leaned back, raising her bare foot. Oh, right. She’d complained about sore feet a minute ago. Melissa looked at them. They weren’t too terribly gross. The toenails were well maintained and even painted a cute shade of pink. Still. Feet?
“Oh all right,” said Melissa. After all, Lauren had been such a good sport this morning, and if Lauren could stand to root around in her bra, then was it really so much to ask for Melissa to take care of her feet?
Leaving her work behind, Melissa scooted over so that Lauren could rest her feet on Melissa’s lap. Taking them into her hands, Melissa started to rub them as best she was able. She was about to start up a conversation, but Lauren motioned her to silence and took out her phone. Since she had no one to talk to, Melissa focused all her attention on giving the best footrub she was capable of.
Everything was worth it when Lauren turned away from her conversation for a second and flashed her a smile. Lauren was such a nice person, and after how helpful she was today she deserved only the best from Melissa.
“Good job,” Lauren said, pulling away her feet after the phone call ended. Lauren was a little disappointed it was over, but smiled at the compliment.
“I guess you’ve still got work to do. Don’t worry, you can borrow the headphones as long as you want,” she continued, pointing to the screen behind Melissa. Indeed, there was still a ton left to do. No getting out early today. At least she’d still be able to listen to music while she worked.
“Well don’t stay up too late,” she said, “after all, got to make sure you’re in bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Hey pet,” Lauren said when she waltzed into the cubicle at ten o’clock.
“Ready for my morning footrub?”
“Of course,” Melissa told her. In the week since she’d taken this new position, the daily footrubs had become a fixture of Melissa’s day. As Lauren leaned back an let Melissa lift her feet onto her lap, Melissa couldn’t help notice that Lauren was wearing a skirt for the first time since she started here.
She leaned down, reverently holding Melissa’s leg by the calf. This was the first time she’d really seen it, since it was usually covered by her pants. Melissa had nice legs.
When they were safely situated on her lap, Melissa took a quick moment to adjust her bra. She felt guilty wasting time before she saw to Lauren’s needs, but they were practically spilling from their cups. At Lauren’s recommendation, she left her blouse unbuttoned when she was in the cubicle. After all, it was just the two of them, why not be comfortable and let them air out a bit. The only trouble was that if she was going to leave her bra visible, she had to make sure it was one of her prettier ones. No comfy utilitarian ones for her. Even if it was just the two of them, Melissa just couldn’t stand the thought that someone would see her and think she was too tacky to present her breasts properly.
“You know,’ Lauren said, “My toes are feeling a little dry today, don’t you think?”
“Oh, um, of course.” Melissa hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but if Lauren said so then it must be true. In fact, now that she really thought about it they did seem dry. Really, it wasn’t surprising that Lauren spotted it first. She was just so amazingly smart.
Melissa looked around for something to wet them down with. There was the water cooler down the hall, but that was about it. Looking around, Melissa couldn’t see a single thing within reach. She could get up and get some. There were cups at the cooler, she could always bring it back, but that would mean interrupting the footrub. Lauren wouldn’t like that.
Melissa had an idea. But no, she couldn’t do that, could she. There was no other way she could think of, but she didn’t want Melissa to think she was... weird or anything. Melissa looked up from those cute little toes and up at Lauren’s face. She stared into those deep blue eyes, trying to gauge Lauren’s mood. Perhaps it was her imagination, but Melissa was sure she saw the slightest bit of a nod.
Good enough for her. If Lauren had any complaints, well, Melissa was only doing what she’d asked of her.
Lifting Lauren’s left leg, Melissa bent down and took a toe into her mouth. It wriggled a bit as Melissa’s lips wrapped around the digit. Lauren giggled when Melissa’s tongue slid up the toe’s length and circled around.
She began taking each of the digits in turn, but while she did so she couldn’t help but notice something. The raised angle and constant movement had slowly pushed Lauren’s skirt back to the seat of her chair. It wasn’t a very long skirt to begin with, and Melissa couldn’t help but notice that it was the only scrap of clothing on Lauren’s lower body.
Her eyes immediately jerked away, trying her best not to stare. She wasn’t like that. Really! Even back in college when her drunk friends got all touchy feely Melissa wasn’t the sort to think about that sort of thing.
Then why couldn’t she get Lauren’s out of her mind?
No, better not to think of that. Just keep focusing on the toes and she’ll never have to know what Melissa was thinking. It was no use. Her eyes kept darting back all the while. Melissa just couldn’t keep her eyes off of those smooth, creamy thighs, or the way they trailed up towards that lovely center. It was half covered in shadow, shrouded in mystery yet just visible enough to catch her interest. It would probably taste delicious.
Gah. No! Don’t think about it. Don’t let her catch the glances.
Too late.
“See something you like?” asked Lauren.
“Um, no,” stumbled Melissa, popping the toes from her mouth to scramble out an answer. “That is, I mean, what are you talking about?”
Lauren laughed. A deep, jovial chuckle.
“I saw you looking, don’t try to hide it.” She leaned in closer, voice dropping to a secretive whisper.
“Want a taste?” she asked, “You can have one if you’d live.”
“Um, but, no, I mean—”
“After all, you’ve earned it,” she continued, motioning to her feet. They were still in Melissa’s hands, and she was absently rubbing them while they talked. They were slick now, wet and sticky from Melissa’s saliva.
Well, when she put it like that. Melissa had been really helpful these past couple days. Not that it was a terrible burden or anything. Lauren was so great, she absolutely deserved the kindness, and Melissa was happy she could be of use. Still, it Lauren thought she was deserving of a reward, it would be an insult to turn down the offer.
“Thank you so much,” she told Lauren, “You’re the best.”
“Oh you have no idea,” Lauren said with a smile.
Parting those lovely thighs was like parting the last set of clouds standing between you and heaven. It was beautiful. Everything she had imagined. Melissa sat there a moment, kneeling in front of the moistened snatch as she drank in the aroma. The smell was heavenly.
She leaned in, tongue flicking out hesitantly. This was her first time doing this, and she wasn’t entirely sure how to start. Thinking back, she remembered all the times it had been done to her, and tried to single out all the best parts. Start slowly, then.
Though that lovely pussy called to her, Melissa began with the thighs. Trailing slow kisses upwards, she made sure each individual peck was distinct and memorable. While her mouth did its work, Melissa’s hands were not left to be idle.
They moved up, sliding under Lauren’s shirt where they felt out her soft smooth abdomen. Melissa traced a lazy pattern around her belly button before sliding apart to run slowly up her sides.
It was around then that her mouth reached the center, and Melissa started with a bang. Her mouth clamped firmly to the spot, sucking in as her tongue ran straight to the nub. Her tongue stroked across the surface, and Lauren’s thighs clenched together against Melissa’s shoulders. She didn’t let up, flicking back and forth until Lauren was writing in pleasure. Looking up, she watched as Lauren stuffed a hand in her mouth to damp out the cries of pleasure.
Then Melissa pulled back, teasing when Lauren looked just on the edge, exactly the way Melissa’s ex used to do. He’d been an ass, but damn that man had been able to drive her wild. Melissa moved lower, tracing the outer lips as she savored the taste. It was everything Melissa had imagined and more.
Back to the center then. Lauren was teetering back and forth along the edge, and this time Melissa wouldn’t stop until Lauren crossed over it. Well over it.
Her hand came down now, sliding along Lauren’s skin until it was level with her mouth. Melissa popped it in, moistening it slightly before slipping it inside Lauren. Even as she flicked her tongue across the clit her rubbed against the top of Lauren’s entrance.
It was working. Melissa head the muffled cries of pleasure as Lauren bucked and writhed under her attentions.
Three climaxes later, an exhausted Melissa pulled away. Her face was still slick with Lauren’s juices. She leaned back on her heels, panting from the intensity of it. Between her legs, her own pussy had grown damp.
Lauren patted her head.
“That was incredible,” she said, “You’re a natural.”
Melissa beamed at the praise. That had gone amazingly well for her first time. Licking pussy was so fun and easy, why hadn’t she ever done it before? All these years of denial felt so pointless now. What had been keeping her from it before today? Come to think of it, why had she even done it today? It had turned out so perfect and amazing, but it wasn’t the sort of thing she did until now, was it?
“Why am I doing this,” she whispered, mostly to herself.
Lauren chuckled.
“I was wondering when you’d notice,” she said. “I was starting to think you’d go through the entire program without putting the pieces together.”
“You mean,” Melissa said, starting to understand. “You’ve been doing something to me?”
“Of course,” she said with a smile, “You didn’t think you turned into a foot sucking pussy licking champion on your own, did you?”
“But, but why are you telling me this? And why me? What about those guys?”
“Well sure,” Lauren said, “They belong to me too. Nothing wrong with guys, I’m quite fond of them. A girl’s gotta have some variety, though, don’t you think? And you’re the hottest chick in the building.”
Melissa felt a jolt of pleasure at Lauren’s compliment. Those feelings were artificial, she understood that now. Didn’t make them any less powerful. Melissa still knelt just between Lauren’s legs, smiling up at her as the wonderful woman explained everything. Lauren was so beautiful and smart.
“As to why I’m telling you now?” Lauren said with a shrug. “Honestly, because I can. You’re not going to do anything about it. Are you, pet”
Melissa immediately shook her head, though part of her was still aghast at what was happening. She was being controlled, reprogrammed into this woman’s plaything. Much longer and she wouldn’t even object to it anymore, wouldn’t find anything odd at all about being totally subservient to her beautiful mistress.
“See? I’d almost thought about telling you even if you didn’t ask. I love this part, where you’re still afraid, but you want it too much to resist.
“Isn’t that right?” she asked, stroking Melissa’s hair, “You want to be my good little pet, don’t you.”
No! She didn’t. She didn’t want to be anyone’s pet.
But
But if she had so be someone’s pet, was there any better mistress than Lauren?
“Oh yes, Mistress,” she said.
“That’s a good pet. I guess you’d better get back to work,” Lauren said, holding up the headphones, “You’ve still got a lot left to do.”
Melissa took the headset from Lauren’s hands, sitting back down on her chair. She looked at the flickering screen, understanding for the first time what it was doing to her. The headphones too, now an obvious part of the setup. The work was a trap, a lure that would snare her mind and bring her ever further towards surrender to Lauren’s will.
Still, there was an awful lot left to do. Lauren had said she should get started, and she was right. Lauren was always right, she was so clever and smart.
The headphones settled on top of her ears.
“Ooo, I think we’ll go for that one,” Lauren said, pointing across the club. Melissa follower her finger, seeing the man she’d singled out. Damn, Mistress Lauren really did have good taste. While no man could ever come close to being as hot as Melissa’s awesome Mistress, he was about as good as they came.
“Mmmm, sounds great,” Melissa said, imagining the coming seduction. He looked like he’d be a lot of fun.
“See, this is why I’m glad I have you,” said Lauren, “The office boys were nice, but it was getting so limiting. Time to branch out, and I couldn’t get one like that on my own.”
Melissa had never understood that part. For some reason, guys didn’t seem to understand the obvious perfection of Mistress Lauren, going instead for the flawed imperfect Melissa instead. She’d suggested that maybe men were just intimidated by the obvious superiority, but Mistress Lauren just laughed and explained that guys were simply more attracted to Melissa. It didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t have to. Lauren was the smart one, so if she said it then that must be true.
So in a way, this would be educational for him as well. After Lauren was finished with him, he’d understand perfectly well who the hot one was, and it wasn’t Melissa.
She slid her way through the crowd, watching as it parted slightly as folks turned to oggle her. Stepping up to the man, she slid a hand down his shoulder, caressing it slightly as she got his attention. That did the trick, and he quickly turned to look at her.
His jaw dropped slightly as he caught sight of her. Sitting down, his eyes were just about at cleavage level.
“Hey,” she beckoned, “Want to dance?”