On Call, Part 1

The hum was incessant and deafening. Taylor hated everything about on-call duty. She hated sleeping in the cage, she hated being tied to the room, and most importantly, she hated that she lost her weekends to it. The only possible upside could be she was totally alone in the building.

Half an hour after the ops team left that day, she turned off the alarm on the emergency exit, and stepped outside for cigarette. “Remind me why I applied to work here?” She sent a text to her girlfriend.

“Paid internships, immediate benefits, and contributions against student loan debt.” Alexis texted back. Alexis quickly followed the text with a nude selfie.

Taylor smirked. “Going back in. No signal in the farm. See you Sunday.” She sent a final message, then put her phone away. She flicked her cigarette into the parking lot, and walked back inside.

She sat at the desk, staring at the office phone. There was a computer at her desk, several actually, but computers in the cage couldn’t connect to the internet for security reasons. Similarly her laptop couldn’t connect to any Wi-Fi that would let her browse the internet. She wasn’t without entertainment though. She could watch DVDs. There was a small problem with this idea, however. The weekday overnight ops guy only stocked the cage with crap movies, and she had forgot to bring her own.

Her only hope for not dying of boredom was if a server cabinet decided to light itself on fire. That would give her something to do, at least. She eyed her cigarette lighter. “Nah” she said aloud.

After spinning in the office chair for twenty minutes, started looking for something to do. She rolled a spool of cable to the desk and started playing with it. After an hour of uninterrupted fiddling, she had made her masterpiece. “I dub thee, Cat6 of Nine Tails. My god, I am already talking to myself.” She banged her head on the desk.

“Mrs. Quincy, is there a problem?” A familiar voice said.

Taylor shot up from her desk. “Mrs. Park! Uh, hi. No… Nothing’s wrong.” Taylor looked around quickly, to make sure nothing was in fact wrong. “Why? Why are you here?”

“The alarm company called my cellphone as I was about to sit down for a 3 month reservation for a $150 steak. Apparently the alarm has been off for several hours. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?” Mrs. Park, Nicole, glanced at the desk, and smirked at the improvised sex toy Taylor had made, and her pack of cigarettes.

“Oh shit, I for…” Taylor started to say slowly.

“Forgot to turn the alarm back on after you came in for your cigarette, yes.” Nicole finished Taylor’s sentence.

“Did I ruin your date?”

“Sadly, no. This was solo.” Nicole leaned against the wall of the cage. “Have you eaten yet?”

Taylor shook her head. Nicole pulled out her cell phone and started dialing for delivery.

“How are you…?” Taylor started to ask.

“Wi-Fi calling.” Taylor gave Nicole a blank stare. “… On the after-hours network. … The one with SSID and password in the front drawer of that desk. You didn’t know about the after-hours network.” Nicole rubbed her temples. Taylor was just dumfounded. “How did you, a Millennial, manage to survive six weekends in a row without internet access?”

“I died inside a little every time.” Taylor said, her forehead back against the desk.

Nicole ordered in a pizza, and the two ate it together in the cage. Nicole nodded at the little toy that Taylor had made. “Crimp some ends on to that.”

“The wires are all bent to hell…” Taylor protested, trying to speak through chews. “Can’t use ‘em anymore.”

“Just crimp some ends on it, I’m not going to use it for data.” Nicole said, as she wiped her lips clean.

Taylor shrugged, and began the world of crimping connectors on the bare ends of the cables of her little project. Nicole took off her coat, and hung it on the back of her chair. Taylor peeked up from her work, and really took in Nicole for the first time.

Nicole was a tall woman, with long dark hair, and impeccable makeup. She was dressed formally for the office in which she worked – a silk blouse, woolen skirt over stockings, and a pair of heals. Taylor wore jeans and a tee-shirt most days, as did most of the women at the company. Taylor’s lips curled just a little when she could see the outline of Nicole’s nipples through the thin silk of her top.

Taylor’s attention was taken by the delicate task of crimping ends; she couldn’t get the job done and stare at Nicole the whole time. She couldn’t watch what Nicole was doing, and was very surprised when she looked up. “I’m done…Oh my.” Taylor’s jaw dropped.

Nicole stood across the desk, her hair down, her blouse open. Her skirt had been pulled up to show the crotch of her panties, and straps of her suspenders. Taylor quickly noted to herself that all of Nicole’s underwear matched. She wasn’t out alone, she was stood-up.

Nicole stood with her hand extended, waiting to be handed the toy. “Come here.” She ordered, in a seductive voice.

Taylor stood slowly, and walked around the desk to hand Nicole, her boss, the whip. “I, Uh…” Taylor started to say something.

“Don’t speak.” Nicole said, as she put her finger against Taylor’s lips. Nicole took the cat from Taylor. “Don’t you think you are a little overdressed?”

Taylor looked at Nicole for a long moment. She hesitantly pulled her top off over her head, and tossed it onto the desk. Taylor’s small chest was supported by a white bra, and without her top on, Nicole could see the red waistband of Taylor’s thong panties sticking up over her pants.

Nicole moved around Taylor, and stood behind her subordinate. She held the cat under her arm as she undid Nicole’s bra, pulled it down and tossed it with Taylor’s shirt. “Grab on to the cage.” Nicole demanded.

Taylor looked over her shoulder at the woman, nodded, and complied. She reached forward, and put her hands against the chain link wall of the cage, gripping it tightly. Nicole quickly took some strands of bulk cable and bound one of Taylor’s wrists to the cage.

Nicole took a step back from the young lady. “Look forward.” Nicole said, and Taylor complied.

“What are you…? AHHH!” Taylor’s question was interrupted with a sharp answer. Nicole brought the sharp ends of the cat down hard against Taylor’s back, leaving long scratches on her skin.

“This is rather vicious, don’t you think?” Nicole said, while she inspected the cat.

Taylor whimpered a few times, and took a few deep breaths. “It wasn’t until you had me crimp ends onto it.”

Nicole sneered. She lazily flicked the cat against Taylor’s back a few more time. A crosshatch of bright red lines bloomed on Taylor’s skin. “Too vicious for a first date” Nicole concluded. Taylor pulled herself against the cage to escape the lashings.

“Yeah…wait, date?” Taylor turned around quickly, almost jerking her bound arm out of its socket. “I, uh, have a…”

“You have a boyfriend?” Nicole asked, with a raised brow.

“…girlfriend.” Taylor corrected.

Nicole walked up to Taylor after putting the cat on the desk. She gripped Taylor’s free wrist, and held it immobile, while she searched Taylor’s packets. She removed the younger woman’s phone.

“Unlock code?” Nicole asked.

“Thumbprint.”

Nicole pressed the fingerprint reader to the thumb of Taylor’s hand, and started flicking through pictures. She turned the phone. “Is this her?” Nicole showed Taylor the nude selfie she was sent earlier that day.

Taylor nodded.

“What’s her name?”

“Alexis.” Taylor answered.

“Is Alexis the open-minded type?” Nicole asked. Taylor nodded. “And what do you think she will say about you being tied up by your boss?”

Taylor whimpered. “She would probably think it was hot, if she knew. Pissed as all hell if she didn’t.”

Nicole grinned. She took a few pictures of the topless and semi-bound Taylor. “Then we will have to make sure she knows.” Nicole put the phone down, and pressed Taylor’s back against the cage. “Now don’t move, or I will have to tie your other wrist, too.”

Nicole knelt down, giving Taylor an excellent view of her cleavage. Nicole unbuttoned Taylor’s pants, hooked her fingers into the waistband of both her pants and panties, and firmly pulled both down to her knees.

Nicole grinned. “You shave. Excellent.” She leaned in, and flicked her tongue against Taylor’s mound, just above her slit. Before Taylor could get any ideas, Nicole stood up, and pressed her body to the bound girl, her hand pushed its way between Taylor’s thighs. She stroked along the young lady’s slit. Taylor let out a stuttered sigh, as a shiver washed up and down her spine.

“Pain or Pleasure?” Nicole asked, as her fingertips dragged between Taylor’s lips.

“P…Pleasure.” Taylor spat out. Her eyes closed and her head rested against the chain link.

Nicole moved her fingers to rub Taylor’s clit in circles, pressing firmly against the little nub. “You owe me pain then.” She whispered in Taylor’s ear.

Taylor was incredibly wet, and the quick, and rough, treatment of her cunt by Nicole was not stopping that any time soon. Taylor let out a loud moan, her hips bucked against the hand on her, her ass banged off the cage. Her legs went out, causing her to be supported only by the binding on her arm. Her belly tightened as the first wave of orgasm hit her.

Nicole worked Taylor through the orgasm, but let her hang against the cage once it was over. She sat on the edge of the desk, grinning down at the young woman. “I think I should come in on weekend on-calls more often.”