White Collar (Lesbian BDSM Erotica)

by Cress, Rynna

Janelle stood at one of the mirrors, adjusting her lipstick.

  “Oh, Lacy,” she said without turning. “Didn’t realize you were in here.”

  For an instant, Lacy froze. She didn’t? Is she deaf? Forcing herself to smile, she casually stepped up to the sink, silently praying that Janelle hadn’t been in here moments before, while she was moaning and climaxing, teasing an orgasm out of her surprisingly insatiable pussy…

  “Good morning, Janelle,” Lacy said as she began washing her hands, trying her best to act normal. “You’re… in a little early.”

  “Traffic was light,” she said coolly, smacking her lips, then turning to Lacy. “So you’re ready to get started today?”

  “More than ready,” Lacy said. “I can’t even tell you how excited I am.”

  Janelle smiled at the girl, eyeing her. “Oh, I can tell that you’re excited,” she said. “I always appreciate… enthusiasm.”

  A strange twinkle in her otherwise stern eyes, Janelle closed her purse and exited the bathroom, leaving Lacy pale and mortified.

  **********

  “Janelle Kendrick’s office, this is Lacy speaking.”

  Lacy sat at her desk, manning the steady stream of calls coming in for Janelle as Vanessa poured through a mountainous stack of development contracts. Lacy was actually thankful for the accumulating workload – it gave her something to think about besides Vanessa, not to mention her embarrassing run-in with Janelle. Had she heard her in that stall, moaning and gasping with pleasure? The thought was beyond humiliating.

  The day passed more quickly than Lacy had anticipated. Vanessa and Lacy stayed in the office for a bit of a rushed lunch, noshing on sandwiches from the kitchen, and Lacy was relieved to find Vanessa politely giving her a little space. Even though the thought excited her, the idea of Vanessa flirting with her all day, teasing her… it simply seemed like too much of a distraction, far more than Lacy was ready to handle.

  The afternoon was quieter, with Janelle in her office returning the more important calls from the morning, freeing Vanessa and Lacy to catch a bit of a breather at their desks.

  “You’re doing so great,” Vanessa told her. “My first day was such a disaster, I made so many mistakes. Janelle really… let me have it. But you seem as though you’ve been doing this for months already.”

  Lacy was appreciative of the support. Whatever strange sexual tension existed between the two of them, she couldn’t deny that Vanessa was an invaluable friend to have sitting across from her.

  “Thanks Vanessa,” she said. “It’s really only because you trained me so thoroughly yesterday.”

  “Janelle was right about you,” Vanessa said. “She said you’d be a quick learner.”

  Vanessa smiled, but then a strange, pained twitch came across her face. It was faint, the corners of her mouth curling into the slightest of winces for only a moment… but it was there, and Lacy saw it. Vanessa recovered quickly, smiling at Lacy again and standing up.

  “Are you all right?” Lacy asked.

  “Of course I am,” she answered. “Just going to see if Janelle needs me.”

  And with that, she turned her heels and headed into Janelle’s office, quickly shutting the door behind her. Lacy couldn’t help but sit there with a furrowed brow, confused. Janelle didn’t like random interruptions from her assistants – when she wanted something, she asked for them, always. Vanessa knew this better than anyone.

  So why had she randomly gone to check in with Janelle? And what was that twitch? Something strange was going on – but Lacy had no idea what.

  Vanessa was gone for about ten minutes before the door to Janelle’s office opened and she stepped out, returning to her seat and getting back to preparing Janelle’s calendar for the next day. Lacy eyed her, still confused.

  “Everything OK?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

  Vanessa just smiled at her. “Of course. Just doing the calendar. Janelle is probably going to head out soon, so you and I might be out of here early.”

  Lacy nodded, still not convinced something wasn’t up. After a quiet beat, she couldn’t help herself, and just had to ask:

  “Why did you check in with her like that? You told me she hated random check-ins…”

  Vanessa raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to answer, but didn’t have any immediate response.

  “Well…” she said, clearly stalling, a deer in the headlights.

  She was saved from answering, however, as Janelle’s door opened, and the boss stepped out purse in hand, stopping to address the two of them.

  “So, ladies, I’m done for the day,” she began, “so as soon as you’re finished prepping the agenda for tomorrow, you may leave.”

  “Great, thanks Miss Kendrick,” Lacy said.

  “Lacy, I’ve told you, please call me Janelle.”

  Lacy winced. “Sorry Janelle, old habits.”

  Janelle smiled at her. “We’ll break them, don’t worry.” Lacy nodded, making a mental note: Janelle, Janelle, Janelle…

  “But anyway,” Janelle continued, “since this was such a successful first day, and since I know you both had to take an abbreviated lunch, I thought it would be nice to enjoy some dinner together. Are the two of you available?”

  “Certainly,” Vanessa quickly answered, before turning to Lacy. “You too, right Lacy?”

  Lacy quickly ran through the things she had planned for tonight – there was her book club meeting, as well as a spin class at 8:00, and she really needed to catch up on laundry…

  But naturally, her answer was an absolute, “Of course! That sounds wonderful, Janelle.”

  “Perfect,” she said, smiling at the two of them. “Let’s say my apartment at 7:30.”

  Janelle headed out, leaving the two of them. Lacy was more than ready to jump back into her mini-interrogation, but Vanessa beat her to it.

  “You know, I actually already have the agenda finished,” she quickly said, standing up and putting her coat on. “So I say we go ahead and call it a day, too.”

  “Um, all right,” Lacy said, shutting down her workstation and beginning to pack up her things. “You still didn’t answer my question, though…”

  But Vanessa was already making her way out of the office.

  “I’ll see you at Janelle’s!” she said. “We’ll talk more then!”

  And like that, she had made her getaway. Lacy, now totally convinced Vanessa was hiding something, could only frown to herself and wonder what it was.

  **********

  “Lacy, hello, please come in.”

  Lacy smiled and stepped into Janelle’s designer bungalow home. Like her office, it had an elegant minimalism to the design, the kind of hardened modernity that emphasized and even celebrated functionality. The colors were muted, with an abundance of neutral tones, blacks and whites, granite tiling, and a clouded glass wall separating the living room from the kitchen. It was gorgeous and luxurious in a very understated way, the perfect sort of home for a woman like Janelle.

  “You have such a beautiful place,” Lacy said, a little wide-eyed at just how striking it was.

  “Thank you,” she said, guiding Lacy into the living room. “Take a seat, I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

  Lacy sat on the sofa and watched as Janelle made her way into the kitchen, her silhouette obscured by the frosted glass. She really was quite attractive, Lacy thought to herself, at least in her own cold, intimidating sort of way. She couldn’t help but wonder if Vanessa was attracted to her, if she had ever dared to say anything to her, or even make a move. She did have a cagey way about her whenever Janelle was brought up…

  Janelle re-entered with two glasses of red wine, sitting in a love seat across from Lacy and handing her a glass.

  “To an excellent first day,” Janelle said, holding her glass up. “I’m pleased to say that you’ve met every one of my expectations so far, Lacy.”

  Lacy gave a shy smile, holding her glass up and clinking rims with Janelle. “Thank you,” she said. �
��For everything.”

  They sipped the wine, a deliciously aged Malbec, and Lacy frowned, glancing at her watch.

  “I feel bad, toasting without Vanessa,” she said. “I wonder where she is.”

  “Oh, I’m in here,” came Vanessa’s voice, calling from the kitchen. “Just finishing up the vodka sauce – I’ll be right in.”

  Lacy raised her eyebrows at Janelle. “Vanessa is… cooking?”

  Janelle smiled at Lacy, a smile that for some reason, made her uncomfortable, perhaps because she had so rarely seen Janelle smile at her, at least before today. It still felt unusual and out of character for her, not at all the Janelle that Lacy had come to know during her months as the receptionist at Kendrick & Moss.

  “Vanessa cooks for me whenever she comes to visit,” Janelle explained. “She’s quite talented.”

  “Wow,” Lacy said, impressed. “She never told me that was in the job description.”

  Janelle laughed softly through a sip of wine.

  “Vanessa enjoys going above and beyond what anyone expects of her,” she explained.

  “Well, I’ll do my best to follow her example,” Lacy said, taking another sip of the dark wine.

  “I’m sure you will,” Janelle said. “You already did when she seduced you.”

  Lacy nearly choked on her wine, gasping as she struggled to swallow it down.

  “...I… I beg your pardon?” she stammered out.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janelle said, unfazed. “Vanessa is quite beautiful. You should be very flattered that she’s so taken with you.”

  “She… she told you that?”

  “Vanessa tells me everything,” Janelle said plainly.

  Lacy suddenly felt like she was shrinking into the sofa. Janelle knew about her night with Vanessa? All she could do was sit there, utterly dumbstruck.

  “I…” she stared before Janelle continued.

  “Tell me, Lacy,” she said, all too casually, “when you were masturbating in the bathroom stall this morning, were you thinking of her?”

  Lacy nearly whimpered, and wondered if she were going to start to cry. Janelle simply pressed on, undeterred.

  “I asked you a question, Lacy. Answer it.”

  Lacy took a breath, steadying herself, then weakly answered, “I… I don’t know what you want, but I really don’t want to talk about that…”

  “I don’t care what you want to talk about,” Janelle said, her voice firm and calm. “I want you to answer my question.”

  “…Yes,” Lacy confessed, practically blurting it out, surprising herself. “Yes, I was thinking of her.”

  “So you are attracted to other women, then.”

  Lacy gave a soft, quick, exasperated sigh, quickly growing flustered.

  “I… I don’t know…”

  “It sure sounded like it this morning.”

  “I said I don’t know!” Lacy replied, looking up at Janelle with pleading eyes. “Please…” she said, her voice shaky, “I’m really not comfortable talking about this.”

  “I don’t care what you are and are not comfortable with,” Janelle said, before turning to the kitchen. “Vanessa,” she called out. “Come here, now.”

  “Yes, Janelle.”

  Lacy shrank even further into her seat at the very sound of her name, holding her face in her hands. Finally, she dared to look up.

  Vanessa stood beside Janelle, naked except for an apron and a white collar around her neck. Lacy’s eyes went wide at the sight.

  “Dinner is almost ready,” Vanessa calmly said before Janelle quickly interjected.

  “It can wait. Take the apron off.”

  “Wait,” Lacy said as Vanessa complied, dropping the robe and standing fully naked before the two of them. “I don’t know what this is, but I don’t want it. You two have the wrong idea about me…”

  “Do we?” Janelle asked. “Vanessa, go to her.”

  “Yes, Janelle.”

  Vanessa approached Lacy, smiling softly at her as she knelt in front of her.

  “Don’t be afraid, Lacy,” she said softly. “Don’t fight it. You can have everything you want, and everything you don’t even know you want yet.”

  Lacy had tears in her eyes now, completely overwhelmed.

  “But… I don’t want it…”

  “Yes, you do,” Janelle said, finishing her wine and setting the glass aside. “Vanessa, take the girl’s pants off.”

  “Yes, Janelle.”

  “No!” Lacy quickly cried out, struggling to keep Vanessa’s hands away from her pants. “Please, Vanessa, please don’t!”

  “Just let go, Lacy. Give in,” Vanessa said, her hands overpowering Lacy’s and pulling the girl’s fly open. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want her?”

  Lacy grabbed Vanessa’s wrists, desperate to stop her. “No! I’m not like this! This isn’t who I am!”

  “But it’s who you will be, and you know it,” Janelle said, standing and moving to the sofa, sitting beside her. “It’s who you want to be, isn’t it?”

  “Please…” Lacy begged, staring helplessly at Janelle.

  “Answer me, Lacy. You want it, don’t you?”

  Lacy was silent, still struggling with Vanessa.

  “Lacy.”

  Janelle’s voice, firmer than ever, commanded the girl’s attention, and she was powerless to resist.

  “You want Vanessa to take your pants off, don’t you?”

  Lacy still couldn’t find the strength to answer, her inner turmoil twisting her mind into a Gordian knot of fears and desires. But she couldn’t find the strength to resist either, slowly releasing Vanessa’s wrists, staring hopelessly into Janelle’s eyes as she lifted her midsection off the sofa, freeing Vanessa to pull her pants and her underwear down over her hips, down over her legs…

  “All the way off, Lacy.”

  Letting out a soft whimper, Lacy slowly kicked her heels off, stepping out of her pants.

  “Now,” Janelle said, her voice resolute. “Spread your legs and tell Vanessa you want her to eat your pussy.”

  “Please…” Lacy weakly moaned out, one final plea for mercy.

  “Do it.”

  A single tear rolled down Lacy’s cheek as she opened her legs and turned down to face Vanessa.

  “Please, Vanessa…” she said, her voice quivering. “I… want you to… eat…”

  She closed her eyes, terrified of the path she was taking, but unable to take any other.

  “I want you to eat… my pussy…”

  Vanessa looked up at Janelle, but Janelle shook her head.

  “Have some confidence in yourself, Lacy,” Janelle ordered. “Enough with the shame, the doubt… tell her what you know you want.”

  Lacy swallowed, falling deeper and deeper under Janelle’s spell, and turned back to Vanessa.

  “Vanessa, I want you to eat my pussy,” she said, her voice quiet but firm, the tears continuing to fall. Again, Vanessa turned to Janelle, and again, Janelle shook her head.

  “Lacy, look at me,” Janelle said, moving in closer to her. “Tell me that you crave her.”

  “I crave her…” Lacy answered breathlessly. “I can’t get her out of my mind...”

  “Then stop trying to,” Janelle snapped, quickly snatching a fistful of the girl’s hair and pulling her head back. Lacy whimpered. Her hands flew defensively to Janelle’s wrist, but for some reason, she didn’t dare try and fight the woman, and instead, simply laid her fingers over her arm, clinging to her, almost like a child.

  Janelle leaned in closer, her face inches away from Lacy’s. “You have so much desire,” she said, “so many conflicting feelings, feelings I know you don’t fully understand yet. But I know how you feel, Vanessa knows how you feel. All of it can go away, Lacy, but you have to trust me, and you have to give in.”

  She leaned in even closer, her lips nearly grazing over Lacy’s as she whispered, “Do you trust me, Lacy?”

  Lacy closed her eyes, breathing deeply.


  “Yes, Janelle,” she said.

  Janelle smiled, then slowly ran her tongue up Lacy’s face, licking her tears, the girl shuddering beneath her.

  “Good girl,” she whispered, before turning down to Vanessa and giving a gentle nod.

  Simultaneously, Lacy felt Janelle’s mouth against her lips, and Vanessa’s mouth against her clit. She gasped, her mouth opening to accept Janelle’s tongue, her hands squeezing at the beautiful, bold woman’s wrist as she moaned into the kiss. Vanessa slowly ran her tongue up and down over Lacy’s throbbing clit, and the girl gave a sharp shudder, her body shivering with pleasure, Janelle gently sucking at her tongue and tugging at her lip with her teeth. Her senses were quickly overloading, and Lacy could feel herself sinking helplessly into the moment, pulled forward against her control like a raft in a strong current.

  Janelle kissed down to Lacy’s exposed neck, then ran her tongue back up to her lips, Lacy longingly taking it back into her mouth. She lifted her leg over Vanessa’s shoulder, just as Vanessa had done to her, pulling the stunningly gorgeous woman in deeper with the back of her heel, Vanessa moaning in response, lovingly running her tongue across Lacy’s opening, teasing her.

  Janelle took Lacy’s face in her hands, turning her neck away from her and leaning in, kissing and nibbling at her ear lobe.

  “Now take off the shirt,” she whispered.

  “Yes, Janelle…” Lacy immediately responded through a gasp, quickly reaching up to unbutton her blouse, pulling it open and over her shoulders. Janelle kissed her way down Lacy’s neck, down to her shoulder, biting and sucking the girl’s tender muscle as she pulled the shirt off of her arms and tossed it aside, then deftly unclasped her bra, pulling it off as well.

  “Fuck…” Lacy murmured, shocked by how utterly shameless she felt about being naked, about having Vanessa’s face buried between her legs, about having Janelle’s mouth on her body, about feeling pleasure mixed with pain, about feeling desire mixed with helplessness. The only thing that Lacy could feel as she sank deeper and deeper into subspace was the feeling of freedom, the feeling of her apprehensions melting away. Submitting to Janelle like this, such apprehensions simply didn’t make sense anymore, almost as if they weren’t even allowed to exist. She had submitted herself to Janelle’s world, traded her sense of control for a sense of self, a sense of purpose, and firm-handed guidance.