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Orgasm Club - Office Antics #1
‘An Unusual Lunch’
by MadMack7
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(D/s, Mast, Exhib cons - F solo, M/F, F/F)
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The harsh glare of the cafeteria lighting cast a pallid glow onto the
lettuce that Patrica Williams was unenthusiastically stirring around with her
fork. She wasn’t really all that hungry and the dry salad she was toying
with on the tray in front of her certainly wasn’t helping to build up her
appetite. For a brief moment Patrica considered getting up and leaving, but
she had promised to meet her friend Nicole here today for lunch.
At thirty-one years of age, Patrica was feeling more and more dissatisfied,
as if there was something missing in her life. A hot-shot corporate attorney
rising fast in the business world, Patrica had a career that was the envy of
most of the women in the company. To succeed in a man’s world, she worked
three times as hard as her male coworkers. Admittedly, she adopted a
combative approach at work to compensate for her elfin looks and delicate
features, but her aggression was considered acceptable and even an advantage
in corporate law. So why was something still missing?
Maybe it was her social life, or lack of one to be completely honest,
Patrica mused wryly. Her last several affairs had not turned out at all
well. Mark, her last lover, had even gone so far as to accuse her of being
frigid during one of their final arguments. Patrica knew that that
accusation, at least, wasn’t true. In the cold solitude of her four poster
bed, she had never had any problems bringing herself to pulsating conclusion
under sweat-soaked covers. But it had been a while since she’d reached those
same dizzying heights of satisfaction with any of her lovers, she reluctantly
conceded to herself.
Shaking a loose tendril of silky midnight hair which had escaped her
carefully crafted coiffeur out of her deep blue eyes, Patrica looked up from
her introspection in time to see her friend Nicole threading her way through
the square dining room tables on a beeline towards her table. Eyeing her
friend with a discerning eye, Patrica reflected, not for the first time, on
the similarities and differences she shared with her old friend.
Like Patrica, Nicole Adams was a woman in the corporate fastlane. Although
two years younger than Patrica, at age twenty nine Nicole was in charge of
the accounting department at their large firm. Where Patrica relied on her
aggressiveness to get ahead, Nicole made due with an attitude of icy disdain
that never failed to intimidate her male subordinates. While her style was
different from Patrica’s, the end result was same; success.
Physically however, Nicole and Patrica were almost exact opposites. Patrica
was petite at 4’10” with an tiny elfin figure, midnight raven hair and
delicate childlike features which made her look considerably younger than her
thirty one years. On the other hand, Nicole looked almost like a Nordic
Princess, tall at 5’11”, model thin with haughty aristocratic features topped
with wheat blond hair, cut in a stylish pageboy. As usual, Nicole was
impeccably attired in a high necked cream blouse, dark blue jacket and a
pleated blue skirt. Nicole’s skirt seemed to be cut somewhat higher than
usual, ending at least three inches above her knees. But if anyone has the
legs to pull it off, it’s Nicole, Patrica thought ruefully to herself as her
friend finally made it to the table.
“Sorry I’m so late.” Nicole told her friend distractedly as she slid her
bright red tray onto the white tablecloth which was the company’s sole
attempt to add a little class to the executive dining area. “I got caught up
in finishing up the spreadsheet for the Owen’s account and just lost all
track of the time.” Nicole demurred.
As her friend started to dig into her salad, Patrica couldn’t quite escape
the feeling that there something was different about Nicole today. As both
women began to eat their lunches, chatting pleasantly over the latest company
gossip and rumors, Patrica tried to put her finger on what that difference
was.
Nicole’s cheeks did seem to be pinker than normal and her friend was
avoiding meeting Patrica’s searching gaze. Even Nicole’s posture was
unusual. Instead of sitting with her long legs modestly crossed like a lady,
Nicole sat more like a man with her knees spread at least six inches apart
under her dark blue skirt. Nicole also wore a new wide, stylish, gold
bracelet showcased by an pearl engraved with the letter ‘O’. With most women
this wouldn’t mean much, but Patrica knew she friend normally disdained
jewelry of any kind.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right Nikki?” Patrica asked her friend in
concern. “You don’t seem to be yourself today.”
“No...no, I’m just fine.” Nicole told her friend, not meeting Patrica’s
questioning gaze.
“Come on Nikki, this is me, Patrica, you’re talking to! We know each other
well enough for me to tell when something’s wrong. You’re not yourself
today. Now what’s the matter? Problems over in accounting...what? You’re
not being harassed, are you?” Patrica asked with concern.
“Its not like that. It’s got nothing to do with my job” Nicole protested
with a thoughtful frown. “At least, its not technically work related.” she
added. Seeming to rally herself, Nicole continued, “I’ve met some.....new
friends, socially that is, and its just taking me some time to adjust to a
new relationship. So I guess if I seem distracted, you can put it down to
nerves.” she finished with a shaky laugh. Like herself, Patrica knew Nicole
had not had the best of luck dating lately, but this still seemed to be
something more than a case of simple nerves over a new boyfriend.
“Not ‘technically’ work related? Why the weasel wording?” Patrica wondered
aloud. “Wait a minute!” she exclaimed suddenly as a light bulb came on
inside her head. “You’re seeing someone here at work. That’s it, isn’t it?
Come on Nikki, you know office romances never work out.” Patrica gently
admonished her friend.
“You’ve on the wrong track Pat. It’s definitely not an office romance.”
Nicole replied with a grimace, curiously emphasizing the last word.
“And what about this bracelet?” Patrica exclaimed, grasping her friends slim
wrist and pulling it across the table for closer inspection. “You never wear
jewelry. What does the ‘O’ stand for? Your boyfriend’s initial maybe?”
“I’m sorry Pat, but this is personal.” Nicole replied evasively as she
rescued her wrist from Patrica. “Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime, but
right now I don’t feel like talking about it, okay? Can we just change the
subject?”
Patrica would have said more, but the their conversation was abruptly
interrupted by the sudden arrival of Timothy, the office mailboy, who hovered
like a vulture near their table.
“Miss Adams,” Tim drawled somewhat insultingly to Nicole, “I need your help
right away to clear up a few problems. You don’t mind interrupting your
lunch for a few minutes to help do you?” he went on rudely making it more of
a demand than a question.
Patrica had never liked Timothy McMurtry. His smart mouthed attitude set
her teeth on edge and seemed to Patrica to be wildly out of place for a
nineteen year old who would be lucky to ever make it out of the mailroom. On
top of his poor attitude, Timothy was certainly no prize in the looks
department, frequently dressing like a slob in faded overalls and dirty white
tee-shirt which certainly did nothing to draw attention away from long greasy
black hair and an acne scarred face.
Patrica was about to scold Timothy for acting so cavalierly towards his
betters when Nicole hurriedly spoke up. “Its okay Patrica, I know what Tim
wants. Its no problem, really.” she went on quickly when Patrica still
looked ready to speak up. “I’ll only be a few minutes. And then we can
talk.” Nicole went on, a wordless plea in her wide blue eyes.
Patrica had to be mollified with that as she watched her elegant blond
friend make her way across the cafeteria in the company of the disgusting
mailboy. Patrica’s eyes narrowed as Timothy rudely grasped Nicole’s elbow,
mockingly providing an escort as the two neared the exit. It seemed to
Patrica that Nicole flinched, but she did nothing else to protest as Timothy
led her out the doorway.
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Twenty minutes later, Patrica had finished with her salad and was about
ready to leave, when Nicole finally returned. Patrica’s blue eyes widened in
astonishment at the sight of her friend as Nicole quickly slipped into the
chair across the table. If Nicole had seemed different before, that was
nothing compared to how she now looked.
The blonde ice queen looked like she had just hurriedly dressed after
getting out of bed after a long tryst with a particularly energetic lover.
Nicole’s blond pageboy was tousled, her elegant cheeks were flushed a light
pink and small beads of sweat lined her fine brow. Nicole was still
breathing hard, her small breast rising and falling as if she had just
finished a series of wind sprints. As Nicole sat down, her dark jacket, now
unbuttoned, gaped open momentarily to reveal what Patrica could swear were
two dark erect nipples barely visible through the cream colored blouse.
“Jesus!! Nikki!” Patrica exclaimed, “You’re a wreck! What happened to you?
And with Tim, of all people! This better be good, or I’m going to have to
report this; for your own sake. It’s not drugs or anything is it? What’s
that on your chin?” she went on with a distasteful grimace. “That can’t be
want I think it is.” Patrica exclaimed sourly eyeing a milky droplet which
clung stubbornly to Nicole’s graceful chin.
“No...no, definitely not drugs.” Nicole replied softly, blushing a deep red
as she quickly brought a napkin to her face to remove all traces of the
telltale sperm. “And Tim’s not so bad, or at least he’s nowhere near the
worst. I’ll guess I better tell you what’s going on so you don’t freak. But
you’ve got to promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this
table, understand?”
“I’ll keep it quiet, at least if you’re not being hurt or blackmailed”
Patrica told her friend solemnly.
“Scout’s honor” Nicole went on doggedly.
“Fine, fine, Scout’s honor! Now for God’s sake, how did you get to be
involved with anyone like Timothy Myers? To say he’s not exactly your type
is the understatement of the year. What’s going on?”
Nicole fidgeted a bit, but gathered herself shortly. “I’m not involved with
Timothy, or at least not precisely.”
“Not involved?” Patrica hissed. “For God’s sake Nikki, he pulled you away
from our lunch with some flimsy excuse and you return twenty minutes later
totally disheveled, your bra missing and the bastard’s cum dripping from your
chin! How much more involved can you get??!!”
“Quiet!! Keep your voice down.” Nicole hissed at Patrica who had the good
grace to flush. “Please let me finish and don’t interrupt if you want to
hear about it. Now, as I was saying before, I’m not having an affair with
Tim, although I’ll admit he’s a part of what I’m going through. You remember
I’ve told you my social life has been pretty much a zero lately? Well, I
decided to try something completely different. You remember asking about my
new bracelet earlier?”
As Patrica nodded slowly, Nicole continued; “Well, it’s the symbol of a very
exclusive adult club I joined. It’s very, very adult club.” Nicole said
seriously, staring hard at Patrica. “We play games, sex games, of dominance
and submission with each other. The bracelet means that I’m one of the
submissives, at least for now. Tim’s in the club as well, although he
prefers to dominate. That’s why I had to go with him. Its part of the game
we play. Are you shocked?”
“I’m speechless.” Patrica replied with wide green eyes. She shifted
uneasily in her seat, a slow warmth starting to develop between her tightly
crossed legs. “This whole thing just doesn’t seem like you.”
“I admit the whole idea is kind of kinky, but the sex has been great! It’s
really helped me to relieve the stress from the job. I’ve never felt better
in my life.”
“Even so, Nikki, you’re taking an awful chance playing around at work.”
Patrica admonished her friend. “Why not just play on the weekends? Surely
you can’t be that desperate that you need to resort to a quickie over lunch?”
“Well, I suppose I need to tell you more about our games so you’ll
understand.” Nicole sighed wearily. “The whole idea of our games is that the
longer the buildup to an orgasm, the stronger it finally is. They’re right
about that, but the buildup can make you crazy with frustration. I’ve been
climbing the walls all morning long.”
At Patrica’s questioning look, Nicole continued on in a low voice. “I’m
going to have to tell you the gory details before you understand how I feel.
The role I play means that I follow the commands of the club dominants. It
really gives me a sense of freedom not to have to make decisions. You’re
sure you what to hear about this?”
Patrica nodded cautiously.
“Well, here goes nothing. It started when I first got into work this
morning and I found a note with orders from the club turned facedown on my
desk. The note instructed me to go to the ladies room, remove my bra and to
spend at least ten minutes playing with my breasts. The note told me I
wasn’t allowed to stop until my nipples were swollen, erect and sensitive.”
Patrica felt a little hot herself as she pictured her uptight blond friend
sitting topless in a bathroom stall stroking her nipples to steely erections.
“After that, I was to put my blouse back on, but without my bra, and return
to my desk. They suggested I throw my bra away in the trashcan for some
lucky janitor to find. This damn silk blouse I wore today has been rubbing
against on my nipples all morning, keeping me at a low broil. Thank god they
let me keep my jacket, or everyone would see my darn nipples poking holes
through my blouse.”
Patrica’s own nipples stiffened in sympathy with Nicole’s plight and she
unconsciously clamped slim thighs tightly together while Nicole went on with
her tale of erotic woe. “My inflamed nipples rubbing against the silk were
certainly a distraction, but I could still get some work done if I
concentrated hard enough. It was frustrating and damn annoying, but I
figured I could handle it. And I would have too, if I hadn’t gotten that
god-damn phone call. I was making some notes for a 10:30 appointment when
the club called me up a half hour before my meeting.”
“Without so much as a by your leave, an anonymous voice ordered me to pull
my skirt up and play with myself at my desk until it was time for my meeting.
I was a little shocked, but my office door was closed and I’d left
instruction with Evelyn not to be interrupted. so I went along even if it was
a tad risky. First, I had feel myself up through my panties. They made me
describe to them how damp I was. Just picture it Pat, I’m sitting in my
office with my dress hiked high feeling myself up like some oversexed
teenager. The door wasn’t locked, anyone could have walked in and caught me.
Gods, it was exciting!!”
“And they weren’t satisfied with a mere token effort. Not on your life!
They wanted me so hot I couldn’t see straight. They made me reach under my
soaking panties for what they called serious masturbation. All the time I
was doing it, I had to describe for them in graphic detail exactly what I was
doing and how excited I was getting. They wanted to know how many fingers I
was using in my pussy; whether I found my ‘G’ spot yet; how it felt stroking
my clit... Good Lord Pat, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my
life...or so excited. But what was really hell was that whenever I got
anywhere close to an orgasm, they made me stop. Although they wouldn’t let
me touch myself until I’d cooled down, they kept tormenting me, asking me to
describe just how badly I wanted to cum.”
Patrica thought to herself that if this story went on too much longer,
Nicole wouldn’t be the only one who in need of a climax. Nicole’s story was
really starting to turn her on. She only hoped it wasn’t too obvious.
“By the time my appointment arrived, I was a wreck. I still hadn’t cum, but
by God I was close. My panties were so wet, the crotch was sticking to me.
Thank god they let me keep my panties on though. Otherwise I would have
stained my skirt with my pussy juice, I was leaking so much.” Nicole grumbled
in a rueful tone. “I don’t think I heard more than ten words during the
whole meeting. God only knows what poor Mr. Owens thought about me, I just
couldn’t keep still the whole time. All I really wanted to do was to excuse
myself for a quick trip to the ladies room to finish myself off.”
“Well, if you wanted in that badly, why didn’t you? Finish it I mean.”
Patrica asked with a puzzled look.
“The rules of our game.” Nicole sighed heavily. “They want to be sure I’m
always eager to play, so I’m not to touch myself unless they specifically
tell me I can. And that’s not the only rule I have to remember. Let’s see,
I’m to keep my knees at least six inches apart at all times to remind myself
of my status. I can tell you that one took a lot of getting used to. What
else? Oh yeah, my clothing is supposed to offer easy access to my pussy,
although they’re more lenient with that one when I’m at work. But outside of
the office, all bets are off.” Nicole admitted. “Just last week, they made
me wear one of my mini-skirts into a local bar.”
“What’s wrong with that? You wear that kind of stuff all the time whenever
we go out together.” Patrica commented.
“Not without panties I don’t!!” Nicole groused. “I spent the night sitting
on a barstool, in my short white mini with my legs half a foot apart! I gave
everyone in the place a free show! It did turn me on something fierce,
though.” Nicole conceded. “And heaven knows they like for me to be turned
on. I think it gives them a kick to have me seething in my own juices.
That’s how I was this morning, when Tim came by our table. I was ready for
anything. Tim’s new enough at this that I had a chance he might show a
little mercy and let me cum if I treated him well enough.”
“Did he get you off?” Patrica asked daringly, strangely emboldened by her
friend’s highly charged erotic confession.
“No, the little bastard!” Nicole complained petulently. “Once we left
here, he yanked me into a nearby supply closet and made me stand still while
he ‘inspected’ me. He took off my jacket and then teased and tormented my
poor nipples right through my silk blouse, pinching and poking at the darn
things until I was sure that were going to poke right through the material,
they ached so much. Then Tim made me turn around and touch my toes, lifting
up my skirt up to totally expose me so he could inspect me down there as
well. Gods, it was wildly humiliating and yet terribly exciting at the same
time!”
Nicole squirmed in her chair remembering her recent session. “He just
laughed at me when he saw how wet I was, the heartless bastard. If that
wasn’t bad enough, he decided I wasn’t hot enough yet for his taste. So he
toyed with me thru my sopping panties while I was bent over like a pretzel in
front of him. Deciding I still had too much protection, he stripped my
panties completely off and then teased me until I was moaning and waving my
ass helplessly in his face. He traced light circles around my swollen lips
making me desperate for penetration, but he only toyed with me, rubbing my
little button until I saw stars. When he finally stopped and let me up to
face him, I could barely stand, my legs were trembling so badly. He may not
be much in the looks department, but that kid sure knows his way around a
pussy!” Nicole admitted candidly.
“Well, two could play at that game. I could see his hard cock tenting his
overalls as he looked me over. I suppose I really was desperate since I
offered to suck him off if he’d let me cum.” Nicole looked earnestly at
Patrica. “Normally the subs are only required to receive pleasure, not to
give it out, so I was giving Tim the chance of a lifetime. I mean, how often
is a boy like him going to find a long-legged blond ready to drop to her
knees and give him a blowjob? I even promised him he could cum in my mouth,
and I don’t even do that for my boyfriends! It goes without saying that he
agreed, but he told me there was one catch. I had to swallow every drop of
his sperm or I wouldn’t get to cum. Like an idiot, I agreed. I was
frustrated enough that even giving that little shit head was worth it if I
had a chance to climax.”
“Before I knew it, my knees were kissing cold floor as I fished his rock
hard dick out of his pants. Actually...” Nicole reminisced, “even though I
don’t like Tim all that much, I’ve got to admit he has a pretty nice cock.
He’s clean, circumcised, about six inches long and not too thick. Just
perfect for sucking.” Nicole shook her blond hair away from her face and
carried on with her story, “His pulse was throbbing strongly thru his
erection as I firmly gripped his prick. I started off real slow at first,
gently kissing his balls and slowing licking up his shaft, but the way Tim’s
hips started to move around told me he couldn’t last long. I quickly sucked
his rigid dick into my mouth, beginning to get into a rhythm, going up and
down and up and down on his hard cock, teasing the sensitive underside with
my tongue as he moved in and out. I gave that boy a killer blow-job, even if
I do say so myself. I certainly had incentive. The sooner he came, the
sooner I could cum too. Anyway, he was on a hair trigger anyhow and didn’t
last long. He couldn’t have been in my mouth for more than a minute when I
felt his fingers grab my hair. His balls lifted and tightened, his prickhead
swelled up and suddenly I was gulping hot cum.”
“But I thought you said he didn’t get you off?” Nicole asked breathlessly.
“He didn’t.” Nicole didn’t understand her friend’s line of questioning.
“Why not, you got him off didn’t you?”
“Oh, well I did make him cum, but after the first couple spurts, the little
bastard pulled out of my mouth. The last spurt spewed all over my chin and
neck. He cheated, but insisted I still lost the game since I hadn’t
swallowed all of his cum.”
“That’s not fair!!” Patrica loyally told her friend.
“No its not, but that doesn’t help me out very much. I was pretty pissed
off at him, but he wouldn’t even listen to any of my logic or arguments.
Even begging the little son-of-a-bitch didn’t help. He just smirked at me
and told me a deal was a deal. To top it all off, he wouldn’t let me wipe
off what little sperm I hadn’t managed to swallow; just told me to go back to
the lunchroom and clean myself up there. He wouldn’t give me back my
panties. Said he was collecting them for a special occasion or something.
Anyway, as I stormed out of the storeroom, I realized he hadn’t taken the
time to lock the door. Anyone could have walked in on us. I can see the
headlines now...big shot executive gives mailboy head, begs for an orgasm,
film at eleven.” Nicole finished up with a delicate shudder.
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Continued in part 1b MadMack7
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