**Lydia has seemingly taken control of Cindy, stripping her receptionist in her office and making her cum again! Now the workday is ending, where will the night take them?**
The clock struck 5:00 and Cindy was ready to get out of Dodge. But Lydia often stayed after hours, and tonight was no exception. She wondered what the executive got up to in the time before and after the workday ended that required her attention, but wasn't about to bother her lest a repeat of earlier in the day happened, which would ultimately keep them even longer in the office. It wasn't that Cindy hated it, or was feeling particularly guilty, but she was hungry and another bag of chips from the kitchenette across the lobby was not what she was after. It was nice that the snacks and drinks were free this far up in the sky, but she needed something with more nutritional value than all that. At least the last of the other receptionists had left, leaving her to chew on what exactly went down when her boss gave her this fabulous new outfit.
It was a little more formal than Cindy was used to, her new top made of bright electric blue satin which stood in subtle contrast to the thick cotton of her skirt. It drew the eye up her thick, soft, thighs past her waist, right over her tits that looked even better when confined behind the almost-straining buttons to settle on her face. She could tell that she wasn't just being eyefucked when people noticed her outfit. It had a shimmer to it that she found she quite enjoyed, and a smoothness that reminded her of a silk blouse she had back when she was still in school. That said, it was more unusual than she was used to wearing by a long shot. A thick, probably pure cotton, collar was sewn to the satin that led down her breastbone at about an inch wide. It split off and ran directly across her chest, forming an exaggerated Greek female symbol if one looked at it long enough. Decorative mother-of-pearl buttons lined the strip as it went down between her breasts, adding to the effervescent nature of the satin. It was a sleeveless top, which at first Cindy wasn't sure about, as it didn't hide any of the softness of her shoulders and triceps. She wasn't saggy anywhere, but she had been trained by a lifetime of media that her body was not a desirable one. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered how lustfully Lydia had told her that she was beautiful. For not the first time since she'd returned to her desk, she felt her pussy twinge as she thought of the older woman. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and glancing down at the asymmetric cut of her below the knee pencil skirt. She had been hesitant about this cut as well, but it was just tight enough to show off the curve of her hips and fullness of her thighs without showing any skin. The embroidered edge of one side wrapped around completely and hooked back where it began, causing a large slash to cut across the otherwise plain cotton front of the skirt. She found it to be somehow understated and also striking. Lydia's tailor was a good one. She didn't want to think about how much an outfit like this would cost, nevermind the fact that she'd have to get more than one of these unless Lydia demanded she wear just one outfit for the rest of her work life.
Cindy's post-orgasmic glow had since faded in the hours of work that followed, and when she caught herself thinking things like "Lydia demands that I wear just this outfit" and how she hoped it wasn't the case--instead of anything that she thought a sane person would think about being dressed by their boss--she pushed back from her position at the keyboard and let her eyes wander up to the ceiling of the lobby. The realization that she was wearing what had to be someone else's clothes, working someone else's job, being someone else completely than what she thought she would ever be was impossible to shake. There was still a voice saying that this was wrong. That she wasn't attracted to Lydia, or to how she was being treated.
But she'd given herself to her boss this last time. She didn't have to. She could have kept her clothes on. She didn't have to perch on the edge of the desk. She didn't have to spread her legs, feel her breath hot against her pussy, let her dig her fingers into her thighs to be held in place, and she certainly didn't have to arch her back and offer her pussy to Lydia. And that's exactly what she'd done.
She had never been so conflicted in her life, and she had no idea where any of this could lead except deeper down a part of her that she'd never considered she even had until the start of the month. As she thought about the ramifications of her submission, her hand drifted down to her skirt. It was too long to go up underneath, so she undid the clasp and unwrapped it. Nobody was here, nobody would know, and she just--just had to feel it. Her fingers went to the silicone clad toy, moving it somewhat to highlight that this was all real. It was happening. She'd accepted, nearly asked for, Lydia to put it back. She cupped her pussy in the palm of her hand and simply felt her sex. She grimaced when she realized she was fantasizing about what Lydia's pussy felt like.
"Ready?" Cindy's reverie was broken by Lydia, who'd managed to sneak up on the daydreaming receptionist without trying.
Cindy gave a start before nodding, "Uh, yeah." She tried to surreptitiously refasten her skirt, but Lydia was too keyed in on her receptionist to not notice. She smirked and raised her eyebrows before taking a few steps towards the elevator.
"Do you like Jamaican food?" Lydia decided that now may not be the best time to torment her Cindy, figuring that the woman who had easily and eagerly offered up her pussy while claiming to be straight was probably having a helluva time reconciling that.
"Uh..." Cindy didn't know how to respond. She'd never had Jamaican food. "Maybe?" That would be good enough.
"It's good, zesty, coconut milk in the rice, hearty sauces. Rib sticking food."
That did sound appealing, and after Cindy got her skirt situation in order she shouldered her black faux leather bag and hurried after the (much) taller woman. She hadn't really taken a look at Lydia. Yeah she was tall, but she was nearly a foot taller than her! It made her feel even smaller, even more weak to the domineering woman's charms. As the elevator doors closed she found herself leaning against Lydia's side. The executive draped an arm around her and smiled at their warped reflection in the not-quite-perfectly-smooth brass.
"You're doing so good for me." Lydia spoke quietly as the elevator descended.
Cindy didn't have much time for introspection, gazing upwards at her boss with a faint smile and fresh feelings at being praised in such a simple manner. She had been about to say something she thought was clever when Lydia suddenly leaned down while wrapping an arm around Cindy's neck. The domineering executive pulled her in close and planted her lips against Cindy's. The receptionist gasped, which was the opening Lydia took to push her tongue right up against her own. The shock wore off in the intervening seconds, and Cindy found herself tasting something musky on Lydia's lips. Her eyes widened at the realization that it was her, her sex, her arousal, her cum still lingering on her boss, and she moaned into the kiss while her eyes fluttered. Cindy's knees almost buckled and she backed against the wall of the elevator to support her weight. Lydia followed, pushing her into it, maintaining the kiss as the elevator dropped. Cindy's arms had reflexively come up to try and hold off her boss, but that thought died before it had any chance of being executed. All that happened instead was that both of her hands were right up against the executive's breasts. She could feel their heft behind the confines of her blouse and bra, and she shamelessly groped the older woman while they made out.
It was more than a kiss, however. It was yet another opportunity for Lydia to impose her will, and for Cindy to obey. She felt her thighs twinge and muscles tense at the reality of what she was doing. She could've tried to at least push the other woman off, she'd even gotten in position to do so, but instead she was kneading and exploring Lydia's chest. Making out like a couple of teenagers in an elevator because Lydia wanted it. Once again being wordlessly prompted to give herself to her boss, and once again she obeyed. Cindy moaned into their kiss and surged forward, leaning her entire body weight against her boss. Lydia wrapped her arms tight around the other woman's waist and held her close, moaning in time with Cindy as the world once again melted away. The only bad thing about elevator rides, aside from the security cameras that were surely in place, was how short they were. The bottom dropped out from Cindy's stomach in the brief moment before the elevator stopped, signaling to both that they should probably end their kiss. It was with great reluctance that Lydia pulled away from Cindy.
Lydia lingered, looking down at the flushed woman in her arms. "You look good with short hair."
Cindy pushed some of it behind her ear. "I know."
"I really like it." Lydia continued.
"I know." Cindy was smiling again and the doors cracked open.
Lydia felt her heart flutter and she gave her receptionist a squeeze. "Where do you live? I mean, did you have to drive?"
"Train." Cindy was glad to at least not have to live far enough away that driving was even an attractive option.
"Good, let's go then." Lydia took a step back as the doors slid open, lest anyone suspect too much how improper their relationship already was, and strode out into the lobby as the fall sun fled before her.
They walked in silence as the blocks piled up. Both women had much to think about, and Lydia wasn't in the mood for small talk at the moment. There would be more time for conversation when they got to the restaurant. About ten minutes later they rounded a final corner to a bright storefront and a small line of people standing out the door. Luckily it wasn't an actual full-service sort of joint, more of a quick serve place that specialized in takeout but also had a dining room. After a few more minutes they were seated, staring at menus with plates heaped with red beans and rice, plantains, and various jerked meats. Chicken, salmon, goat, tofu (an honorary meat) along with other dishes like Jamaican patties, brown stew, and other equally tantalizing options.
They made their orders and Lydia asked for two local Jamaican brands of soda--Ting, a carbonated grapefruit soda that she couldn't get enough of.
After their server took the menus, Lydia looked over at Cindy, doing her best to stay cool. Dominating another woman was nothing new to her, but fully taking control of Cindy like she did was something she didn't do every day. She also didn't want to screw this up. She knew Cindy had something special within her, and she wanted desperately to bring it out. "So," she began, letting the word hang in the air.
"So." Repeated Cindy, equally unsure of what was going to happen.
"You've, ah, seen some of what I like in a woman." Lydia continued, "How I like my women. Have you ever -- I mean, has a man ever," the executive trailed off, not sure how to delicately put this.
Cindy shook her head, "Not like this. Not like you. They, well, I haven't been the luckiest with the lads. And certainly not with anyone who, y'know, did any of this." She gestured to her current outfit.
Lydia smiled slightly, "They pay me too much, I can do little things without thinking about how big they are for other people."
