by C. C. Morian
There, she thought. That should be titillating enough, and certainly a surprise. All she’d have to do to win was give Bob a quick flash, maybe let him touch her tits. Totally out of character for her, at least as far as Bob thought of her.
“Okay,” said Bob. He gently guided Lauren off him. “Back to the other couch.”
Lauren complied, sitting as far from Gina as she could.
Bob looked back and forth between them. “You’ve both made interesting offers. And both ideas are certainly out of character. Gina, I see you as a woman in charge, so your offer is intriguing. And Lauren, your offer is certainly very different from what you’ve shown me so far.” He considered. “I’m going to make a decision, but then give the loser a chance to reconsider. It’s only fair, since you’ve probably never played this particular game.”
Bob looked at Lauren. “Lauren, I’m sorry, I’m afraid Gina’s offer is much better.”
Lauren squeezed her lips together. Of course. Gina would have done anything to win. She had probably been much more graphic, and Lauren had basically just implied she’d get naked.
“You can amend your offer,” prompted Bob.
Lauren glanced at Gina, who was looking at her strangely, grinning like she’d won, but her eyes were soft. Could Lauren possibly beat Gina at this game? She had to try, she’d never forgive herself if she let this opportunity pass by. She smoothed down her dress and went to sit by Bob, thinking hard. As Lauren was deciding what else she could suggest, Bob whispered in her ear, “Gina has offered to be a sex slave for a day.”
Lauren froze in shock. Now she knew why Gina had looked so smug. How could Lauren possibly top that?
She thought about what Bob had said. He wanted to be surprised. . .
“I will too,” Lauren whispered back, almost not believing her own words. A sex slave? She’d never even fantasized about anything like that. She was about to change her mind, but one look at Bob stopped her. He was grinning, and was also looking at her in a new way. She’d surprised him!
Lauren got up, her legs shaking, and returned to the other couch, giving Gina the same look Gina had given her, a gloating smile.
Bob said, “Lauren has upped her offer. Gina, do you want to change yours? And remember, be careful what you ask for.”
“I’m good,” said Gina, confidently.
“Then I am going to declare it a tie,” said Bob. As both women started to protest, Bob held up his hand. “All’s not over. I’ll give you both a chance to follow through. Then I’ll declare a final winner.”
“Fine,” said Gina.
Lauren hesitated. She never thought it would get this far. What had she done? Promised to be a sex slave? But she really so wanted to beat Gina. And now that it was in her head, the thought of being a sex slave to Bob, and beating Gina in the process, was sounding—really interesting. Even thrilling. Plus Gina would be right here, and even though the woman probably hated her, she wouldn’t let Bob hurt her, would she? Even with how she felt about Gina, Lauren herself would take Gina’s side if Bob did anything bad to Gina.
“Fine,” said Lauren, her voice determined.
Bob rubbed his hands together. “Great. Now there’s one other thing, before we begin. . .” He looked sternly over at the two women. “This should be more of a friendly competition. We all have to work together in the office, and I don’t want any bad blood. So I need you both to declare a truce.”
“I never had a problem until she started things,” said Lauren.
“Me? I didn’t start anything,” said Gina.
“This is exactly what I mean,” said Bob. “You have to stop it.”
“I’m getting tired of this,” said Gina.
“Me too,” said Lauren.
“Does either one of you want to leave?” asked Bob. When no one replied, he went on, “Good. Now kiss and make up.”
Lauren turned to Gina. She was pretty pissed at Bob, but was in so deep now she didn’t quite know how to extricate herself. Plus, she had to admit, she wanted to see how this would turn out. Just how far would she go? And at the back of her mind, Rosie’s words, about Gina being jealous. Even Bob thought so. Maybe Gina just couldn’t help herself. “Truce,” said Lauren, trying hard.
Gina stared at her, but when she spoke her voice didn’t seem angry. “Truce,” she whispered.
“That didn’t sound too convincing,” said Bob. “I think you should really kiss and make up.”
Lauren frowned. “You mean—”
“Yes. Kiss each other.”
“Bob, I’m not going to—“ Lauren protested.
“After what you just offered to do, you won’t kiss a woman?” said Bob. “Doesn’t give me a lot of confidence you are going to go through with your promise.”
Lauren actually had kissed another woman, her girlfriend from college, the memory coming back now, the thrill of the first time all over. But she had been a little drunk then, it all seemed like harmless fun. Now, very sober, Lauren’s eyes were drawn to Gina’s lips, they were beautiful, even nicer than those Lauren had first kissed.
“What’s the matter, you too good to kiss me?” said Gina, harshly.
When Lauren hesitated, Gina reached across the couch and grabbed Lauren’s arm, pulling them together. Gina’s lips sought Lauren’s, giving her a hasty chaste peck, then Gina started to pull away. Lauren, still stung by Gina’s words, wasn’t going to let her get off so easily. She grabbed the back of Gina’s head and pulled her closer, her mouth mashing against Gina’s. Lauren expected Gina to freeze, not thinking Lauren would actually kiss her back. But instead Gina’s mouth parted, her fingers clutching Lauren’s arm, her tongue slipping into Lauren’s mouth. Lauren hesitated, then their tongues were together, dancing, the kiss totally unlike what Lauren expected, it was warm, loving, passionate yet gentle, about as far as possible from what she thought Gina would kiss like.
Gina’s fingers dug into Lauren’s arm, her mouth pushing harder, at the same time pulling Lauren toward her, Lauren not resisting, freeing her pent up anger and energy and arousal, sensing from Gina all that and more, want, need.
Lauren’s hands moved on their own accord, they went around Gina, just as they had in the office, feeling Gina’s body though the thin dress, feeling Gina’s breasts crushing against her, the kiss driving Lauren wild, the craziness, kissing this woman who she had so disliked, her nemesis, her beautiful, sultry, competitor.
Lauren was gasping for air, every time she tried to take a breath her mouth was filled with Gina, she couldn’t get enough of her. She finally forced herself to pull away, otherwise she feared she would have suffocated.
Lauren tilted her head back, but didn’t let go of Gina right away. “Wow,” she murmured, her heart pounding. At that moment, she felt warmer toward Gina than she ever had toward Bob.
But Gina shocked her, reverting to form. “Well, Bob, are you satisfied? Now can we get this show on the road?”
Lauren pulled away, stunned and saddened. But when she looked in Gina’s eyes, they held a warmth that didn’t match Gina’s words of bravado. Lauren fixed her twisted dress and curled up in the corner of the sofa, her hands crossed over her breasts, feeling her chest still heaving.
“See?” said Bob. “That didn’t look so bad. In fact, I’d bet you both enjoyed that more than you are willing to admit. So now we can get started. Gina, you made the initial move there, that was really something. So Lauren has to be first to fulfill her offer.”
“Wait a minute!” protested Gina. “You just said I made the first move. Why don’t I get to go first?”
Bob smiled broadly. “Oh, you won’t mind going last. You see, Lauren has promised to be a sex slave.” He looked over at Lauren. “Didn’t you, Lauren?”
Lauren shuddered. She was still strangely hot from the kiss with Gina, and now this. “For you,” she responded, trying not to look at Gina.
“I don’t remember that as being part of the promise. You agreed to be a sex slave for a day. In fact, both
of you made the same offer.”
“Hey!” exclaimed Gina.
“Well,” said Bob, “Your offer had a bit more detail, and I got the sense you’d go a little further, if you know what I mean. But for Lauren to make the same offer, that was really out of character for her. That’s why it was a tie. Lauren, I have to say, you outdid yourself, I am very impressed.”
“I’ll show you impressed,” gritted Gina.
“Gina, what do you have in mind for Lauren?” asked Bob.
“I’m not going to be her sex slave!” yelled Lauren, yet inside she was shaking with curiosity and anticipation. What would Gina want to make her do?
“You said you’ll be mine, and if Gina suggests something, and I like it, you have to do it,” said Bob.
Lauren crossed her arms. “Fuck you both.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” said Bob. “I’ll keep it in mind.” He laughed. “Okay, Gina, any thoughts?”
Gina stared at Lauren, a wicked grin on her lips. Lauren felt herself cringe. What would this wild, undeniably alluring woman make her do? Lauren could still leave, maybe that would be best. But her curiosity got the best of her, she’d at least wait to see what Gina demanded.
“Wait, I have to do something,” said Bob. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
“No pictures!” said Lauren.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” said Bob. “But okay. This is something else.” He fiddled with his phone and set it down on the side table. “Okay, Gina, go ahead.”
Gina pointed to the large coffee table between the sofas. “I want her to stand up there.”
Lauren looked over at Bob, who nodded. “That sounds like a good start.”
Lauren, fuming, slowly got up and started to take her shoes off.
“Keep them on,” said Bob. “It’s okay.”
Lauren stepped up onto the coffee table. She was above average in height, and she towered over Bob and Gina, feeling very self conscious for no real reason, it was just a coffee table.
“Strip,” ordered Gina.
“What?”
“You heard me. Strip. Like a slut. You called me a slut, now let’s see you act like one. Take your clothes off like you’re at a strip club, trying to arouse everyone.”
Lauren shook with anger. She wasn’t ashamed of her curvy body, she actually felt pretty good about it after all her work in the gym, but this was demeaning.
“What’s the matter?” asked Gina. “Too good to kiss me, too good to take off your clothes in front of me?”
Lauren looked at Bob. “Bob? Is this what you want?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
“Come on, slave, take it off,” said Gina. “Or I’ll rip it off.”
Lauren glared at Gina as she reached back and unzipped her dress. She let go, the dress slipping to her large breasts, which kept it from falling all the way down.
“That’s not very sexy,” said Gina. “Remember, you’re a slut, trying to get people excited.”
Lauren thought, what the hell. She didn’t care if Gina saw her naked. She’d never been to a strip club, but she’d stripped for men before. She held her eye on Bob, then slowly ran her hands along her sides, catching the top of the dress, sliding it down along her body, past her hips, letting it fall to the table.
“Come on, the rest of it,” said Gina, her eyes bright.
Lauren thought they expected her to remove her bra first, but her tits were her best feature, so instead she turned to the side and shimmied out of her underwear, lifting it with her toe. She bunched it together, then tossed it in Gina’s face.
Gina snatched it off, her fingers squeezing Lauren’s panties.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Gina,” Lauren said, her voice sultry. “I thought you were getting a little worked up, and you might want those to dry yourself off.”
“I’ll get you for that,” said Gina.
Lauren was smiling, getting into it. This might not be so bad after all. She ran her hands up under her breasts, lifting them, enjoying Bob’s obvious interest. Lauren reached back as if to unclasp her bra, but pretended to change her mind, instead slipping her fingers under the cups, touching her own nipples, stunning even herself, the idea of touching herself like this, in front of another woman. Her nipples responded instantly, hardening, Lauren wanted them to be pulled, she wanted Bob to jump up and grab her, maybe she could get him to do that, it would piss Gina off so much.
Lauren finally undid her bra, but instead of letting it fall, held it up against her breasts, hiding them, using the lacy fabric to rub herself, not even having to pretend to be getting aroused, because she was.
But it was Gina who jumped up, not Bob. Gina grabbed the bra out of Lauren’s fingers then quickly swept up her dress as well. Now Gina had all Lauren’s clothes. Gina stuffed everything under the seat cushion of the couch and sat on it, her arm around Bob.
“Hey!” said Lauren.
“You’re going to stay naked,” said Gina. “For the duration.”
“You wrinkled my dress!”
“You’re standing there naked, you’re going to be a sex slave, and you’re worried about your dress?” said Gina. “Your really are obsessive. You need to let yourself go. Starting now.” She made a twirling motion with her hand. “Turn around.”
Lauren pressed her lips together, hearing the truth in Gina’s words, then turned around carefully, still in her heels. When her back was to the others, Gina said, “Stop there.”
Lauren was both aroused and uncomfortable, she always thought her ass was a little big, not fat, but full, rounded, not one of those tight buns asses that guys seemed to like. But Bob said, “Nice.”
Gina’s voice, perturbed. “I think it’s a little big. Bend over, slave.”
Lauren was shaking, and not just from being on the table in heels. “Is that your wish, Bob?”
“As a matter of fact, I was thinking the same thing,” said Bob. “Bend over.”
Lauren bent over a little, her ass jutting back, feeling embarrassed.
“More,” said Gina.
Lauren reached down and put her hands on her knees for balance. She was now helpless, her naked backside and pussy in full view. Humiliated as she was, she felt a rush of excitement, there was something about being on display like this that aroused her in a way she never expected. She felt herself get wet, and hoped that Bob and Gina didn’t notice.
“See?” said Gina. “Kind of big.”
“I like it,” said Bob. “Admit it, Gina, she’s got a great body. Her breasts are amazing.”
“I’ll show you amazing breasts,” said Gina. “Turn around, slave, I want you to see these.”
Lauren turned around just as Gina freed her breasts from the top of her dress. They jutted out firmly at Bob, who immediately reached for them, fondling. Lauren felt a wave of jealousy, she wanted some hands on her breasts. Hers were actually larger, but Gina’s were firmer, with wide, dark areoles surrounding full nipples. Lauren self consciously covered her own breasts, they suddenly didn’t feel so sexy.
But she needn’t have bothered, neither Bob nor Gina was looking at her. Gina pulled Bob’s head onto her breast, and Bob took one of Gina’s nipples into his mouth, his hands pulling Gina’s dress down past her shoulders.
“Suck it,” said Gina.
Bob squeezed Gina’s other breast and Gina yelped. She started helping Bob undress her, together they almost ripped her flimsy dress. Not only had Gina worn no bra, she also had no underwear, and now she was completely naked, the dress mashed underneath them.
“See slave? I don’t care if my dress gets wrinkled.” Gina stood up in front of Bob, then bent over, her ass thrust out toward Lauren. “This is what a great ass looks like.”
Lauren couldn’t help but look, Gina did have a beautiful ass, not tiny, but smaller than Lauren’s, Gina’s thighs melding perfectly into her butt. Gina spread her legs, confident in her very high heels, giving Lauren an unobstructed view of Gina’s puss
y, Lauren’s eyes were immediately drawn there, Gina was almost completely shaved, just a sexy thin strip of hair, Lauren had never seen that, Gina’s labia full and sensual.
Bob reached around Gina and spread her ass cheeks, and Gina giggled. Bob was looking at Lauren, smiling. “You like this, Lauren?”
Lauren turned away, embarrassed to be caught, but when Bob started kissing Gina she looked again, her eyes torn between Gina’s legs and her ass and her pussy, and watching them kiss, she was jealous, she admitted it, she wanted to be kissing Bob, she wanted Gina’s body. . .
If Lauren had been alone she would have started rubbing herself, but right now she just wanted to sneak away. Sensing her opportunity, she started to get down off the table.
Gina must have heard her, because without turning around she ordered, “Stay there, slave. You have to watch.” And then she whispered something into Bob’s ear and laughed.
Bob laughed as well. He pushed Gina down on the couch and then slipped to his knees in front of her. Gina lifted her legs over his shoulders and spread them wide, pulling Bob’s head forward. “Are you ready for this, Lauren? I bet you want this. But you can’t have it.” Gina’s eyes were on Lauren, a wide smile on her face. “Lick me, Bob,” she demanded.
Lauren gasped as Bob lowered his head between Gina’s thighs. Gina was right, Lauren wanted that. Gina spread her legs even wider, sinking in to the leather couch, pulling Bob’s head into her.
“You are so wet!” said Bob. “What got you this turned on?”
“You do,” said Gina, but her eyes were on Lauren.
“Maybe it’s more than that,” said Bob.
“Are you going to talk or lick me?” Gina’s eyes fluttered as Bob put his tongue on her. “Oh, Lauren, you can’t believe how good this is. Bob is amazing. I bet you’ve never been licked like this.” Gina stuck out her tongue at Lauren and pretended she was licking something.
