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Written 09/95 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
Games People Play
by RC
"The Game Begins"
Sheila was a network administrator at a small company. She had spent
several days trying to figure out a way to have the PC pop a message window
up at certain times, so she could just plug reminders into a file and have
them magically appear at the right moment. They would stay there until she
cleared them. At least, that was the plan.
It didn't work quite right. All it did was flash on the screen for
a microsecond, then vanish. That's all I need, she thought. Subliminal
reminders. That's when the idea came to her.
She needed a likely subject for her game. Walking around the office
one day, she noticed Sara, hard at work as always. Sara spent most of her
day staring at the screen, working with her word processor. She had long
brown hair she always wore in a bun, wide brown eyes, and a very nice
figure hidden by a sweater year-round. None of this mattered to Sheila. The
important thing was, she used her PC more than the anyone else.
The next Monday, she started her little game. She created a file
which had the message, "CALL SHEILA" in it, and set it up to appear every
five minutes on Sara's screen. She executed the program and waited.
The morning passed, and no reaction from Sara. The afternoon dragged
on, with Sheila looking at her watch as she worked. No response. Damn. It
would have been fun.
At five, she stopped the program and almost deleted it. Nah, she
thought, maybe I can still get it to work. Then, as she left her office, she
saw Sara, also with her coat on.
To her delight, Sara stopped when she saw Sheila. "Sheila, there you
are. I was going to call you about something this afternoon, but I can't for
the life of me remember what it was. I'll get back to you tomorrow, OK?"
Sheila tried to hide her great big grin as she said fine. As Sara
walked away, Sheila giggled. This WILL be fun, she thought.
The next morning, Sheila stopped by Sara's desk first thing, and
innocently asked if she remembered what she wanted to talk about. Sara
thought for a while, and it still wouldn't come to her. Smiling, Sheila said
she'd be in her office all day if Sara remembered.
As soon as she sat down, Sheila created another file, this one saying
"HAVE LUNCH WITH SHEILA." It would flash in front of Sara every four minutes.
Just before noon, Sheila's phone rang. Her eyes lit up when she heard
Sara's voice.
"Sheila, hi, it's Sara. I was just wondering if you had lunch plans
today. I figure maybe whatever I wanted to talk about will come to me if I
had more time to think about it."
Gleefully, Sheila said she had no plans, and they agreed to go to a
nearby restaurant. Before she left, Sheila stopped the program.
Lunch was a bit quiet. Sara really didn't have much in common with
Sheila, and naturally, there wasn't anything she had wanted to discuss. They
just looked curiously at each other over their sandwiches, making small talk.
Back at her desk, Sheila created another file. Smiling, she typed one
word, "HOT". Every two minutes, that word would flicker before Sara.
Late in the afternoon, she casually walked around the office. Sara
was at her desk, as always, but her customary sweater was hanging on her
wall. This is great, Sheila thought. She giggled to herself, with all kinds
of strange ideas coming to her as she went back to her own desk.
The next morning, Sara was cold for some reason. That afternoon, she
found herself hungry all of a sudden. Sheila laughed out loud as she saw
Sara make yet another trip to the munchy machine.
The next day, Sheila grew daring. Her file said "NEW HAIRSTYLE", and
would appear to Sara every two minutes.
Nothing happened, and Sheila reasonably figured this might take a bit
longer. She let the program run the rest of the week.
The next Monday, Sheila arrived to find a crowd at Sara's desk.
Curious, she peered around everyone to see Sara, standing proudly in their
midst. Her long hair hung about her shoulders, and she twirled her head
playfully as her co-workers admired her.
Sheila felt her face turn crimson, and she went quickly to her desk.
"Mind Games"
Sitting in her office, she tried to calm herself down. What have I
created, she wondered. My God, Sara is quite attractive. I wonder what other
hidden talents I can bring out...
She froze.
I'm messing with her mind, she thought. I'm changing her life. What
right do I have to do this? But it's only a game, she answered herself. It's
nothing serious. She might have done that anyways, you don't know. A game.
She noticed her palms sweating a bit as her next file was entered.
This one read, "NO SWEATER".
Three days later, Sara arrived to work in a tailor-made business suit
that fit her perfectly. Once again, everyone gathered around her desk and
admired her, the men staring openly at this suddenly-blossoming flower. When
questioned, Sara would shrug, saying she thought it was time for a change.
Sheila hid in her office that day, not sending any messages to Sara.
Her mind was whirling. Time for a change. Time for a change. GOD, she's
pretty. Am I jealous of her? Yes. I'm pretty damn good-looking myself, I
dress for my figure, and I want the guys to look at ME! So, how do I get her
to not pay attention to the guys?
From deep inside her came a small voice in reply. Why not have her
pay attention to ME?
Sheila felt her face go white. Wait a minute, this is too strange.
Why in the world would I....
Sara was so pretty. And now that she didn't wear baggy sweaters, she
was obviously well-built. Pay attention to me? To ME? No. None of that lezzy
shit for me.
So, for several weeks, Sara was free of outside influence. But as
Sheila watched the steady parade of guys going to Sara for the dumbest
reasons, she became truly jealous. Maybe if they think SHE'S a lezzy, they'll
pay attention to me again. Yeah, that's it.
All thoughts of the morality of her game evaporated as Sheila created
a new file. She ran the program all day, every day, for three weeks.
"The Game Changes"
Sara left for home, confused. She had a new hairstyle, and her
sweaters were in storage. Time for a change, she had thought. But then, all
the guys in the office started pestering her, fawning over her. Am I really
that attractive, she thought as she got home. In the bathroom, she looked at
herself closely. Hmm, she thought proudly, maybe I am.
So why are these guys starting to get on my nerves? And why does the
word "LESBIAN" keep coming to me? Am I changing that much? What's happening?
And so it went. Sara became more and more confused, not realizing
that her fixation on lesbian thoughts were being driven by Sheila's program.
She actually began to ignore the guys she worked with, secretly wondering if
she really WAS a lesbian, if she wasn't meant to be with a man.
Sheila watched Sara closely during those weeks. She saw Sara speak
sharply to the guys who asked her out, knew the men were talking about her.
And then, passing the break room one day, she clearly heard part of a
conversation between two of Sara's erstwhile suitors. Her heart skipped a
beat as the words "...think she might be a dyke?..." carried out into the
hallway. Sheila almost floated back to her desk, smiling smugly.
Just over a month after Sheila had begun her lesbian campaign against
Sara, someone knocked at her office door. She'd been trying to hit up on the
new co-op student, a young man half her age. She had seen him talking to Sara
hopefully, and had also seen him talk to other men in the office. As he had
talked to them, he kept glancing at Sara's desk in disbelief, shaking his
head in obvious sorrow. Sheila had then tried to direct his lust her way.
"Come in." The door opened, and Sheila's eyes narrowed as Sara came
in, nervous, hesitant.
"Hi, Sheila. Listen, I have to talk to you about something, and it's
important. Could you stop by my place tonight after work? It won't take long,
I promise, there's just something that's been bugging me, and I have to talk
to you about it."
Sheila again felt her face go white. Oh, SHIT, somehow she found out.
One of those fucking computer weenies must have figured it out and told her.
Now she wants to hold it over me for a promotion or something. She took a
deep breath, and tried a smile. The attempt failed.
"Sure, of course. About six? Fine. I'll see you then." Sara backed
out of the office, still looking very nervous.
Sheila leaned back in her chair. Now, how to handle this. She smiled
as a plan formed in her mind.
"Winners"
She arrived at Sara's place promptly. Knocking on the door, she
heard a muffled voice saying to come in. She did, looking into the kitchen,
the living room. The voice came again, from upstairs. "I'll be right down."
Grinning at the genius of her plan, Sheila wandered around Sara's
small living room, examining the photos, furniture, and so on. She was
leafing through a book on human sexuality when she heard something.
Turning, she saw Sara in the hallway, wearing only a flimsy black
nightgown. Sheila's face flared scarlet. The little tramp was going to make
it look like SHE was her lezzy partner. Wait a minute. Lezzy? That's not
real, she's not really a...Oh, my God...............
She found herself unable to move as Sara slowly approached her. Sara
spread her arms, the nightgown opening to reveal her perfectly formed
breasts, erect nipples pointing straight at Shiela. Shiela could only stare
as this apparition in lingerie came closer and closer.
Sara stopped just inches from Sheila. She stared at Sheila calmly.
"I think I'm a lesbian", she whispered. "I want you to help me find out."
She put her arms around Sheila and kissed her. Sheila was too shocked
to resist, to stunned at this sudden turn of events. She felt her plan, her
infallible plan, falling to pieces around her.
And then came the tingle, an unfamiliar buzz that began upon her lips
and slowly spread throughout her body. Sara's perfume wrapped itself around
her, and the softness of Sara's nighty against her arms felt so strange.
Sara pulled away slowly, her arms now around Shiela's shoulders. Once
again staring into Sheila's eyes, she whispered, "Did you enjoy that?"
Gasping for air, the scent of Sara's perfume still wafting through
her mind, Sheila didn't even realize she was slowly nodding her head yes.
She could only stare as the nighty dropped to the floor. Sara stood
there before her, her nude body shining with a thin film of nervous sweat.
She could only stare as Sara again reached out for her, wrapping her arms
behind Sheila's back, holding her close, kissing her so hard Sheila found it
hard to breathe. "You've always turned me on", Sara whispered in her ear.
Sheila's knees buckled. Sara fell to the floor with her, kneeling
over her, looking down at her. "I want you", Sara said.
Desperately, Sheila tried to speak, to shake her head no, to do
SOMETHING to escape this game gone wild. But her body would not cooperate
with her mind, she was too shaken, to nervous - and too scared.
"Do you want me?", Sara asked. Sheila's mind revolted at the thought
of saying yes, but she was afraid of what might happen if she said no. She
didn't know whether Sara knew what had happened and was trying to get even,
or if Sara really was a......
She lay on the floor, Sara's perfume surrounding her like a blanket.
Sheila thought for an instant that she would have to ask Sara what kind it
was, it was certainly very seductive. And as Sheila stared up at Sara's
expectant face, her breasts jutting out proudly, it all hit her at once.
Tears came to her eyes. One way or another, this was it.
Sheila nodded her head. "Yes", she whispered so softly that Sara
could hardly hear her.
Sara bent over and kissed Sheila deeply. Sheila felt a woman's
tongue probing into her mouth, and the tears came faster. Her heart stopped
when she felt Sara's hand on her jeans, and the tears were flowing freely
as Sara unzipped them. Sobbing, Sheila helped take her jeans off, and noticed
her panties were moist somehow. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't
supposed to happen.
Sara had to undress Sheila the rest of the way herself, Sheila was
crying too hard. When Sheila was nude, body trembling under Sara's gaze,
still crying, Sara whispered to her, "It'll be all right. You'll see."
NO! NO! THIS CAN'T BE REAL! IT WAS A GAME! A JOKE! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Sara couldn't understand a word of what Sheila was babbling about as
she slid her finger into Sheila's dripping cunt. And the sounds that followed
were just that, sounds, but Sara understood them completely. Over and over,
Sheila's body tried to twist away, not from any concious thought on Sheila's
part, but due instead to the constant stream of orgasms that left Sheila a
helpless, quivering shape, huddled nude on the floor.
Sheila couldn't think straight. This is so good. This is so wrong.
I have to get out of here. I don't want this to stop. What the hell is this
lezzy bitch doing to me? Oh, God, Sara, please touch me again.
She didn't realize she had said the last sentence out loud.
Her mind exploded into pinwheel colors, randomly flashing around in
her head. She knew, sort of, that Sara was kneeling between her legs. And
she knew, sort of, that whatever she was doing felt different than it had
before. She looked down through half-closed eyes to see Sara's face buried
in her pussy, and knew it was a woman's tongue that was inside her.
As she came, she cried.
She lay still, quiet. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Sara kneeling
beside her, legs spread wide. Sara reached out and took Sheila's hand, and
Sheila didn't seem to be able to resist as Sara guided her hand towards her
waiting pussy. She felt the dampness, the heat. Looking up, she saw Sara's
eyes close as she slowly slid her finger deep into Sara's pussy.
Sheila watched Sara's face as she came. Her mouth formed a small o,
her eyes closed, and her body then seemed to become rigid, her mouth opening
wide, her body shaking.
Sheila realized she had stopped crying.
"GAME OVER"
RC.