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adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in
your location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work. 
Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without
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   Copyright 2007, 2008 by J.  Saunders.

   If you are an editor and wish to publish this story
   contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk

   This and other works may be found here:
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Introduction:  This is the third part of a completed story.  It
gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.



Jill's story - Part 3


The next morning I have a text, it says "same as yesterday".  I
want to cry.  But I get dressed as far as it goes and head to the
office.  Again I go into the bathroom and remove my bra and
panties then head straight to my desk.  There is a message
waiting, it says "Today whenever someone is not at your desk you
will sit with your knees apart at least 9 inches."  I immediately
uncross my legs and move them apart.  This is mad, I don't know
what I am doing anymore - just that I must survive.  Adrian comes
to my desk around 10, while he is talking to me I realise I have
forgotten to cross my legs having sat for 2 hours trying to keep
my legs open.  I am about to move a casually as I can and cross
them when I get a text message, I ask him to hang on a moment and
I read the message "I see you like this position, you will put
your right hand under the table and spread your pussy lips.  Then
with your middle finger rub your clit. Do it NOW. Or
 loose your job and life.".  In a trance I feel my right hand
lift off the table, drop down and slide along the dress which
barely covers my thigh to the end.  Sliding my hand between my
legs to where the dress is covering my pussy, I push it out of
the way and hold it above my pussy with the palm of my hand. My
hand is still covering my pussy, now using my index finger and
the finger on the right of my middle finger I part my pussy lips.
 If Dave looks up or Adrian moves a bit forward they will see
that I am pink on the inside.  With my middle finger I find my
clit, it is hard, I massage it from side to side.  My clit is
also dry but I can feel my pussy isn't, I automatically reach
down to my pussy opening with my middle finger and push it into
the hole to get some moisture then I slide it back to my clit and
start massaging it gently.  All the time I have been looking
intently at the screen where Adrian has been pointing something
out to me while he talked.  He pauses, I haven't heard a word 
he has said, he looks at me, I am guessing he has asked me a 
question.  My finger stops, he is look at my face thank goodness, 
he thinks I don't understand which is close enough.  He steps 
to the front of my desk to grab the chair, as he is pulling it 
around the front of the table he looks down, his eyes quickly 
flirt up my legs as if he is trying not to look, then he spots 
my hand, or my pussy, I suspect actually it may be my pussy.  
He stops dead and stares. I can see he is panicked, he knows 
he shouldn't be looking between my legs but now that he has 
and can see my pussy staring back at him he can't tear his 
eyes away.  For what seems like an age but was probably only 
seconds nobody moves, then someone calls his name from behind 
us and he snaps out of his trance, as do I. My legs snap closed, 
he looks up and quickly into my eyes then away, he mumbles an 
apology, saying he must excuse himself for a moment and goes to 
talk to the person who called him. I rearrange my dress quickly, 
my finger is still wet.  I want to cry.  Adrian doesn't come back thank god.

What has happened to me, I don't know what to think anymore.  I
get up and dash to the bathroom, I hope nobody notices. In the
bathroom I look at myself in the mirror, I am white as if I have
seen a ghost.  This isn't happening - well I wont be letting it
any more even if it was I resolve. I am a strong person and wont
be lead around like this by a perv.  I pull myself together and
head back to my desk, being careful not to let my boobs spill
out.  I am determined to put this to an end, the next time Peter
contacts me I am going to tell him to go fuck himself.  I hear
nothing for the rest of the day.  Damn I think.

It's the weekend and I can relax again.  A am a bit edgy though
all weekend but my boyfriend doesn't comment on it.

The following Monday I have a text message, it simply says
"you're the most sexy girl I know, and I have known a few".  Fuck
him I think.  I check my email anyway, nothing.

I have decided this is going to stop here and now.  I get dressed
in a conservative ladies business suit, it consists of a matching
jacket and pants.  Then I choose an attractive but unrevealing
top to go with it.  On the way to work I think about what the
text said, huh I think, I know I am sexy I don't need some
pervert telling me I am.  Of course a girl likes to be
appreciated but not fucking abused.

I get to my desk and sit down, bracing myself for the message I
know will come, it might be my last day here I think.  Adrian
wonders by on his way in, he looks at me, still seems she even
after what he has seen.  He even goes a little red as he walks on
by.  I feel a little sorry for him, poor chap is being used and
he doesn't even know it.

Dave arrives and says a pleasant hi.  Luckily I don't think he
has noticed anything lately, he has been engrossed in some
project or other and either absent from his desk or deep in
concentration thank goodness for me.

Its mid afternoon now and I head off to a meeting, thank god it
wasn't scheduled for yesterday or the day before when I was in
silly skirts without a bra or panties on and my top only half
done up!  The meeting overruns and it is the end of the day when
I get back to my desk. There are still people about though, some
people take it as a personal challenge to outstay others around
here I have noticed.  I have a message from Peter waiting, damn,
I am not in the right frame of mind for this now.  I have just
managed to get my mind off this madness and onto work and now him
again.  I open it and read, it says "well done, you have
impressed me, I will leave you alone now".  The relief starts to
flood into my system, I never realised how tightly balled up I
had become.  I read on and my heart sinks again "there is just
one last thing you must do for me before you are free". Oh god I
think what now, he goes on "it is the end of the day so there are
 not many people about so this really is a trifle that I ask
given all that I have on you".  I should have thought harder
about that sentence, the message carries on "you must find
someone, boy or girl and ask them over to your desk, but before
you do remove your blouse and bra completely leaving only your
jacket covering those gorgeous bulbs nature provided you with", "
then when they are standing at your desk you must open your
jacket and ask them to please take your breast in their hand and
gently squeeze and roll a lovely large nipple between their
fingers", "that is all - do it TODAY and you are free from me". 
I should have thought more about that one too.

Have some stranger touch me?! What is he crazy, in fact not just
have them do it I must ask some stranger to touch me?  I think
quickly what girls are about and how could I put it to them, I
haven't made friends here yet, it is only my 5th week after all.
I wish I had tried harder, but even then it would be a lot to ask
of a new friend. What am I thinking.  This is crazy.  People are
leaving and the floor is starting to become deserted.  Just as I
am contemplating all this Dave says cherio and leaves.  Who's
left?  The cleaning lady?  They will be in, maybe that is what I
should do, hopefully no one will get wind of it then, but would
the cleaning lady, if it is a lady, agree to do it or think I am
completely mad? And if it is a man then he may think I am asking
for more than I am. Too risky, but then who, and who is left. I
see Adrian out of the corner of my eye, he is standing by his
desk, is he leaving I fret.  But he sits down.  Ok I must act
 very quickly if I am going get a chance to do this today, and he
did say today and then I would be free.  I quickly type an email,
send it and dash to the bathroom.  On my way I see the floor is
empty, it is just me and Adrian up here now.  I quickly remove my
jacket, take off my blouse, undo my bra, it feels a little chilly
but there is relief from the tight bra.  What am I thinking, I am
at work in a public bathroom.  I quickly put my jacket on over my
tits.  It covers most of my breasts of course leaving a deep
plunging cleavage.  Anyone who looks at me will know there is
nothing under it.  I must get going, hopefully my email got to
Adrian and he read it and will still be here.  I head out of the
bathroom, the jacket is a little rough against my nipples. Its
not pleasant but they get a little hard and make the rubbing
worse.

I see Adrian, he is still at his desk but sees me coming and
starts to get up.  He takes a longer look, I can see he is trying
to work out what is wrong with this picture, what is missing.  I
smile and beckon him to come over as I sit down at my desk.  I
immediately open my jacket button, it only has one.  The jacket
still covers my breasts but with a small shrug I will be able to
make my boobs come out into the light of day and there will be no
need for fiddling with buttons and more embarrassment.

Adrian comes over and stands next to my desk, I can see he is
looking a little hesitant.  I hope he doesn't run away, I need to
get this done. I say thanks to him for spending this extra time
with me, I mean the project, I open an application screen on my
computer to delay while I think how best to do this.  He looks at
the screen but I can see he is trying to work out why my blouse
had become skin coloured. In fact after what he has been through
with me lately I am surprised he didn't run when he could.  I
ease my jack apart and brush the sides back so my tits are now
proudly in the open air.  They look good I think sticking out
from my trim torso, way out in front of my small mostly flat
stomach.  Adrian is still looking at the screen, so I sit back
and he looks back, he almost jumps. My god I think do I look that
scary? He doesn't say anything, just stares at my tits, from one
to the other, then his eyes wonder down over my stomach and back
up to my face.  To keep this as surreal as possible I don't want to
say anything stupid, just keep it as dream like as I can.  So I
sit with my back straight and gently reach out and fetch his hand
from where it is hanging limply at his side. I bring it to my
left breast, his hand naturally forms a cup. I can feel his cool
palm against the underside of my breast gently lifting some of
the weight.  I think, he must rub my nipple, I have to ask him to
rub my nipple, no he must rub my nipple.  This will have to do, I
am not going to speak at this point, so still with his hand
cupping my left breast, I bring up my left hand and gently pluck
and squeeze the nipple to make it stick out a bit more.  Then I
take his index finger and flick it across my nipple, I let go of
it and he carries on flicking gently. I then take his thumb and
bring it up to the nipple, now I take both of his fingers on
either side of my nipple and push them together so he is
squeezing my nipple.  He starts to move his fingers by himself, 
squeezing my nipple, then he is rolling and squeezing it.  I do like men
playing with my tits. But not in quite these circumstances.

I let him carry on for a while, while I think, everything has
been so desperate up to now I haven't had a chance to before. I
am sitting in an open office with my tits out and I have made a
man I only met a short while ago, whom I don't find particularly
attractive, play with my nipple. And I realty am not that kind of
girl anyway, I have a boyfriend who is wonderful and I like very
much.

While I am sitting contemplating how I got here, Adrian bends his
head down and takes my other nipple in his mouth.  What!  I
almost jump, but catch myself in time, I guess it is a perfectly
natural act on his part.  He gently nibbles and sucks on my right
nipple while his fingers are still playing with my left. Poor guy
I think, I put my hand and cup his head to my chest.  What must
he be thinking.  He hasn't said a word and is very gentle.  I
imagine for a moment it is my boyfriend, I close my eyes and we
are on some carefree island beach and he is nuzzling my breast. 
But then I come back to reality and let Adrian's head go, enough
is enough.  I gently push his head away, as his head moves back
my nipple distends as if it is attached to his lips, finally
releasing with a popping sound from his lips.  I carry on gently
pushing him away, he stands up and takes his hand off my other
tit.  I pull my jacket closed and stand up.  He steps back a bit,
 not knowing what I might do next, I must confess I feel almost
like I don't know either. I pick up my blouse and bra from the
other side of my chair, of course making my tits swing free in
the process. Pulling my jacket closed again, I say as clearly as
I can "thank you" and head for the bathroom.  Strangely as I walk
away I no longer feel embarrassed, the whole situation is so
ridiculous and I have been through so much that I am immune it
seems.

I get redressed quickly in the bathroom and head back out and to
the elevators.  Adrian is waiting there.  Now I feel a tinge of
embarrassment, it is almost like I am Dr Jekyll and My Hide!  He
smiles at me, I smile nervously back.  The elevator arrives and
we get in.  It starts down, Adrian looks at me, I can see he is
struggling to decide something, he finally says "would you like
to go for a drink?".  I think that's very forward?  Mind you
after all we have been through lately I sort of can see his view
point.  In fact I could do with a drink myself.  I say, sure,
lets go...

To be continued.




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