On Call, Part 3

“What do we actually do all weekend?” Alexis asked, as she spun in her chair. The cage was as loud and inhospitable as it ever was, but Alexis could tune it out better than Taylor did. She had a laptop laid out on the desk, ostensibly so she could do her support job, but no one was going to call in on a weekend.

Taylor sat on the other side of the desk, her forehead resting against the desk. “We try not to go slowly insane waiting for something in the racks to explode.”

“And you sleep here?” Alexis asked. An on call rotation in the datacenter was her first shift with the company. Her excitement about a new job overtraded what should have been soul-crushing dread.

Taylor didn’t speak, she only pointed to a hammock hanging in the corner between the cinderblock wall and a post holding the chain-link fence. Under it was a futon mattress zip-tied into a roll.

“Taylor, why do they need customer service in the datacenter over the weekend?” Alexis asked. She was dressed somewhat professionally, in a white blouse and a skirt. The blouse was not tucked in, and the skirt was perhaps a few inches too short for typical office work, but at a glance, she would pass for a professional.

“They don’t. They need someone who can fix the servers… me… over the weekend. You can do your job from home. Our boss, however, wants us to see more of each other. Also, I think she wants a double-team booty call on hot standby.” Taylor finally sat up. She was dressed as casually as ever, in a tank top and jeans. She had already kicked her shoes off.

“So I was hired for Nicole to have someone to fuck.” Alexis said. “Does that make me a whore?”

Taylor smirked. “Yes. Yes it does.”

Alexis scoffed, and tossed a wad of balled up paper at her girlfriend, before she resumed spinning in her chair. “So you really think I was hired just so Nicole could have sex with me?”

“Us. So she could have sex with us.” Taylor corrected. “Ok, what was the first thing we did after you interviewed for the job?”

“We went home and got ready for a date.”

“And how did we get ready?” Taylor asked.

“We put on sexy dresses. You were there.” Alexis answered.

“Yes I was. And what was the first thing that the hiring manager, who we were on the date with, did when we showed up?”

“She confiscated panties.” Alexis said. “Alright, I am officially a submissive whore.”

“Yup. And now, so am I. And to top it off, we are spending our weekends in a cage in a windowless room.” Taylor said. “Honestly, it is way more exciting than just sitting around here, hoping something breaks.”

A loud buzz sounded in the cage, which indicated someone was at the entrance. “Speak of the devil, that’s probably Nicole.” Taylor said. She left the cage for the door, and Alexis followed. Taylor checked the security camera, and furrowed a brow. “It’s a currier.”

“It’s seven in the evening on a Friday.” Alexis commented.

Taylor shrugged, and hit the button on the intercom. “Hello?” She said. The man started talking, he could not be heard. “Hit the button on the panel that says ‘Push to talk’.” Taylor said into the intercom. She released the button, and muttered. “Idiot…”

“I have a delivery for Tyler Quincy and Alexi… I can’t read the last name.” The pimple faced currier said.

“Alexis, I hate humans, sometimes. It’s not a hard name. Taylor. How hard is that?” Taylor said. She pressed the button. “I’ll come out and sign for it in a second, hold on.” Taylor walked away from the intercom, to the double doors. “You stay by the inside set, and I’ll go sign for the thing.” Taylor instructed, and Alexis nodded.

Taylor went out and signed for the package. The delivery boy was a skeevy teen bicycle messenger, and the package taxed his weak body and little brain. Taylor came back inside, and made sure the doors were alarmed before she returned to the cage.

“What is it?” Alexis asked, trying to read the label over Taylor’s shoulder. “Who’s it from?”

“I have no idea, on either. You were here as long as I’ve been.” Taylor said, and rolled her eyes. She put the package on the desk, took out a folding knife, and opened the box. She tipped the box and dumped it out on the desk. “Well, this is probably from Nicole.”

The women looked in bemused astonishment at, what they assumed, the gifts they had been sent. Alexis spoke a quick inventory of the items. “Let’s see, cuffs… lots of cuffs, what is this – a body harness? Ball gag, ring gag, a couple of dildos…” She picked up one item and looked at it curiously.

“Cat tail butt plug.” Taylor identified the object. “What the hell.” She relented emotionally.

Alexis giggled as she handled the bondage gear. “This is a lot of stuff.” Alexis pulled a pair of cat ears from the pile of stuff.

“Expensive stuff. She is buying us expensive gifts.” Taylor made a face. “We are now officially whores.”

“Why would she ship us this stuff instead of just, I don’t know, bringing it to us if she comes?” Alexis asked, as she tried on the ring gag.

“Because she probably wants us in them before she shows up.” Taylor said, holding the body harness against herself. It looked to her as though it would fit. “What do you think?” Taylor looked uneasy.

Alexis mumbled something through the ring. Taylor let out a sigh, and Alexis took the gag out. “Maybe we should try it on. All of it. It’s something to do, at least.” Alexis examined the cat tail butt plug. Taylor tossed a tube of lube at her.

Alexis stripped out of her blouse, unhooked her skirt, and let them both fall on the floor around her feet. She wrapped cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Taylor just watched her with a bemused smile. Alexis pulled her panties off and bent over the desk. “I need help with the tail.”

“I bet you do.” Taylor said. She took the tail and dropped on a few drops of the lube. She moved to stand behind her girlfriend. She pressed the tip of the toy against Alexis’ anus, letting the lubed-up tip tease Alexis’ muscle. Alexis let out a little moan and relaxed against the desk, her muscle opened slowly.

Taylor stroked her hand down her girlfriend’s back. “Quick and hard, or slow and gentle?”

Alexis braced herself against the desk. “Quick.”

Taylor gripped Alexis’ shoulder. “Three… Two…” She plunged the plug into Alexis’ ass before she got to one. The toy stretched the girl’s ass to the point where Alexis felt like it was burning. Alexis let out a loud yelp of pain, and tried to pull away from the toy, but was held fast by Taylor. The muscle clenched down around the back of the toy, and pulled it into her body. “One.” Taylor finished the count.

Alexis panted, and held on to the desk even after Taylor stepped away from her. “That was cruel!” she complained to Taylor. She stood from the desk and attempted to walk a few steps, and found that she couldn’t. She dropped to her knees and crawled over to Taylor. “Bitch.” She said.

“You said you wanted it quick!” Taylor said, as she reached down to stroke through Alexis’ hair. “I love you.” she said with an innocent smile.

“I can’t even walk right now.” Alexis said. She rubbed her cheek against Taylor’s leg.

“I think that’s the idea. And you really are getting into that cat-girl thing.” Taylor said. She sat and stroked her fingertips down Alexis’ spine.

“What did I go to the last three Halloween parties as?” Alexis said. She put her hands in Taylor’s lap, and looked up at her.

“Slutty cat-girl.” Taylor said, she resumed stroking through Alexis’ hair.

“And when I cosplay?” Alexis asked.

“Selina Kyle, Felicia Hardy, Greer Grant Nelson, a Cathar, a Caitian.” Taylor stopped listing the characters. “Ok, I get it, this is nothing new.”

“It’s your turn.” Alexis said.

“My turn for what?” Taylor said, her fingers stroking behind Alexis’ ear.

“To try on some of that stuff Nicole gave us.” Alexis raised her head and furrowed her brow at Taylor.

“This was your idea. Not that I’m complaining, I like looking at you naked.” Taylor said with a smirk.

Alexis batted at her girlfriends bally. “You’re mean.” She climbed into the desk, and laid across the pile of stuff that had accumulated there.

“Comfortable?” Taylor asked, having stood up. She walked over to the cage door, and slipped her shoes on.

“Very. Where are you going?” Alexis said.

“I’m going out for a smoke. You should probably stay inside, since, you know, naked.” Taylor smirked. Alexis stuck her tongue out. Taylor left the cage, turned the door alarm off, and stepped outside for a cigarette.

“I didn’t expect for you to jump at the cat getup so readily.” An older voice said.

Alexis flailed and rolled off the desk. Her head hit the floor; not hard enough to cause her any injury, just enough to be embarrassing. “Mrs. Park!” Alexis yelled. Nicole laughed a little, and leaned against the door frame. Alexis regained a little composure, and pulled herself up; she sat on her ankles, with her legs spread slightly. Her faux-tail tickled the bottom of her feet. “You must not have seen my Facebook profile. Or Tumblr. Or DeviantArt. Or really looked me up anywhere on the net.”

“You’re a Tumblr girl.” Nicole said dismissively.

“I am not a girl on Tumblr, thank you very much. I sexually identify as an Attack Helicopter.” Alexis responded in mock outrage. Nicole could not comprehend what Alexis had said. “Taylor sexually identifies as the Grand Canyon. At least on Tumblr.”

“I have not a single clue what you are talking about.” Nicole said.

“You’re better off not knowing.” Alexis said with a shrug.

“Where is your other half, anyways?” Nicole said. She took a seat in Alexis’ former chair, and patter her lap. She was dressed no more casually than she had been previously; she wore a white silk blouse and black linen skirt.

Alexis climbed from the floor, and rested her belly across Nicole’s lap. “She’s outside, sucking the white cock of death.”

Nicole stroked her palm over Alexis’ ass cheek for a moment. “Is she wearing any of the gifts I gave you two?” She grabbed the base of the tail and started to pull it out slowly, stretching Alexis’ muscle.

Alexis let out a huff through grit teeth, her hole had just stopped burning. “N…no.”

Nicole pulled the ridge of the plug past Alexis’ muscle, and immediately pushed it back inside her. She slowly fucked Alexis with the plug. “Good. I’m looking forward to forcing her into them.”

Alexis made small grunting sounds each time the ridge of the plug popped past her muscle. She gripped tightly on Nicole’s leg. She rocked with the movement of the toy inside her.

Nicole kept the plug moving, popping back and forth across Alexis’ sphincter. She took her phone out, and started swiping through web pages. “What’s your username?”

Alexis whimpered from the continued abuse of her ass; her muscle was relaxing some, but the stretching still burned. “allykittne96” she spat out between groans.

“That is such an early 2000’s screen name.” Nicole commented with a tinge of disgust.

“I picked it… hnngh… when I was 10.” Alexis tried to protest.

Nicole spent a few minutes looking through various web pages. “You like to play dress-up.” She said, and pushed the plug in, her hand released it and stroked the back of Alexis’ thigh, much to the younger woman’s relief.

“It’s cosplay.” Alexis said, with a small sigh, contented to just lay across Nicole’s lap.

“It’s a 20 year old young woman dressing in costumes like a little girl.” Nicole said, punctuated with a stiff smack on Alexis’ ass.

Alexis jerked forward, and let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden sting. “Yes Mrs. Park.”

Nicole’s hand resumed stroking the back of Alexis’ thigh. “It is perfectly acceptable for you to act like a little girl, and play dress-up. Expect to be treated like a little girl when you do.” Nicole’s hand slid upward, her fingers gently stroked over Alexi’s moist lips.

“Mrs. Park.” Taylor said with a bit of surprise. She stood at the entrance of the cage and watched as the woman molested her girlfriend.

Nicole looked at Taylor for a second, then nodded to a spot on the floor next to the chair. Taylor squirmed for a minute before she moved next to Nicole, and knelt. “I don’t like being called ‘Mrs. Park’, not in this context at least.” Nicole continued to stroke over Alexis’ lips. Alexis closed her eyes, and let out a small moan.

“’Mistress Nicole’?” Taylor suggested. She leaned in and gave Alexis’ cheek a small kiss.

Nicole thought for a moment. “’Mistress’ is too cliché. Call me ‘Miss Nicole’” Nicole’s fingers, two of them, pressed into Alexis’ pussy and finger fucked the young woman. She looked down at Taylor. “You are overdressed. Again.”

Taylor didn’t respond. She pulled her shirt off, tossed it onto the pile of Alexis’ clothing, laid on her back, and wiggled out of her pants. She pushed herself back to her knees, sat on her crossed ankles, her thighs spread, and her hands rested on her knees.

“Much better.” Nicole said. She continued to piston her fingers in and out of Alexis’ cunt. Every muscle in Alexis’ body twitched and tensed as Nicole pounded into her. Alexis tried to claw forward, and away from the assault, while at the same time bucking back into it.

“Don’t you love your girlfriend?” Nicole asked. She was still browsing her phone and brutally fingering Alexis’ pussy when she asked Taylor this question.

“Of course, Miss Nicole.” Taylor said, her eyes were locked onto Alexis’.

“She’s on the brink of ecstasy and you haven’t so much as kissed her.” Nicole added a third finger to her attack; and it was an attack. It was a dispassionate tactical assault on Alexis’ pussy, performed with precision, the minimum of effort, with the maximum possible force towards the goal of Alexis’ forced orgasm.

Taylor reached out and griped the back of Alexis’ head, she pressed her lips to her girlfriends, letting them part so they could taste each other. Alexis wrapped her arms around Taylor, her nails dug into Taylor’s back; she held on tightly as she was pushed into her climax. Their passionate embrace deepened as a wave of pleasure washed over Alexis’s body.

“That’s much better.” Nicole said. Her hand did not slow down, nor did she look up from her phone. Alexis broke the kiss, her face awash with afterglow, and little tinges of pain.

“Miss Nicole, you’re hurting her.” Taylor said. She pressed her forehead to Alexis’ as Alexis panted hard.

Nicole looked down at Taylor. “Hmm?”

“Miss Nicole, please stop, she’s starting to hurt.”

“Does this hurt, Kitten?” Nicole asked. Her gaze returned to the phone, her voice just as dispassionate as ever.

“Yes, Miss Nicole. It hurts. Please…” Alexis winced and sucked on her teeth. “Please stop.”

Nicole pulled her hand away from Alexis suddenly, leaving her hole empty and gaping. She held her arm across her body, and presented it to Taylor’s lips. Taylor dutifully licked and sucked Nicole’s fingers, as did Alexis, albeit weakly. Nicole finally put her phone away.

“Thank you, Miss Nicole.” Alexis panted out.

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” Nicole said. “You two cuddle for a while, Alexis needs it.”

Alexis slowly backed off of Nicole’s lap, and crawled past Taylor to the futon. She and Taylor unrolled it, and Alexis absolutely collapsed into the mattress. Taylor laid down behind her, and spooned her.

“I hate to be a cold shower right now, but I have to really make something clear.” Nicole started. “This has nothing to do with work; Taylor you deserved the promotion, and Alexis, you are actually qualified for your job. And I refuse to be the one to split you two up. I started this with you two, rather forcefully in retrospect, because I think it would be fun for all of us, and frankly, it gives you two a chance to actually see each other. If it becomes not-fun for you, or you feel like I am separating you two, or that I am messing with your careers, it stops immediately.”

“Yes, Miss Nicole.” Taylor said, as she kissed the back of Alexis’ neck. Alexis just nodded, and was still trying to catch her breath.

“No ‘Miss Nicole’ on this. I need this to be understood, as friends, before the dominant-submissive stuff, and before the employer-employee stuff.”

“I get it, Nicole. I do. And you should understand that if I wasn’t ok with this, at least mostly ok with it, I would have stopped it.” Taylor responded.

“And you two should both understand, I have two burning holes, and zero energy, and really don’t think I will be able to do anything for a little while. So uh, if you want to do anything…” Alexis said, and managed a sly smirk.

Taylor and Nicole looked at each other, then at the pile of toys yet unused on the desk. This moment of serendipity was ruined, however, as the three were sucked back into the bitter reality of why they were there; all three women’s pagers started going off, and the desk phone started to ring. They actually had work to do.