Friday lunchtime had come and gone, and Chloe was getting worried. She was already getting 15 lashes this evening, and she had completely failed to get Tim to take another look and watch her masturbate. God knows how many I will get for that, she thought. He had sat in the same desk Thursday and today but hadn't looked, which she found strange, as he had never sat there until Monday. He must want to look.
Worst of all, was that at about 12:30 he had disappeared for a quick beer with some mates from the 12th floor, and he was not back. Nobody was supposed to take a 3-hour lunch break, and he had to come back; his keys and jacket were still on the desk. And now she would be leaving in 35 minutes. She had had her phone set up to record him since first thing yesterday, and it was going to be for nothing. She started to compose a text to Andy. 'Master, I have not been able to get Tim to watch. It has not been through lack of trying. Please show mercy.' Her finger hovered over send, and was moving toward the screen when she heard Tim's voice. She looked around and he was heading back to his desk, looking more than slightly drunk.
She watched as he slumped in his chair and spun around, then stopped himself and looked at his screen. It took all of three attempts for him to get his password right, but he appeared to be doing nothing once he did, just staring at the screen.
With her heart pounding in her chest, and her teeth trying to chatter, she coughed loudly. Her legs were wide open, her skirt was as far up as she could pull it, and his view would be as good as if she was naked, but he did not react. Chloe thought her heart would burst out of her chest, with how nervous she felt as she sucked in the breath to cough again. But as she was about to cough, he turned, slowly. She watched as he turned until he was facing her, and she hit record on her phone. As he leaned forward, almost falling from his chair, Chloe looked around the office. Nobody else seemed to have noticed, and there were no eyes facing this way. His gaze moved from her face, down to under her desk, and he stared for a good few moments. She was in the process of moving her hand, heart still pounding, when he looked back to her face. He seemed to take a moment to focus; he was clearly drunker than she thought. And then he said, "You are teasing me?" She was not sure if it was a statement or a question, but she replied as if it was a question. "No, I am giving you a little show is all," she said, her voice close to shaking.
There was a pause, his brain clearly needing the time to process. Then he asked, "Why?"
Chloe was starting to feel more confident. He was in a state, and he probably would not recall this clearly in the morning. If he shouted or made a scene, nobody would believe a word he said in this condition. So, she said, "Because I have been instructed to. I believe it is to build my confidence in my body, and make me more open to being seen."
That clearly was too much for his brain to process, he looked confused, before he said, "Why would you need to get more confident about your body? You are seriously hot; I have thought about you since the day we were introduced. You intim..." He cleared his throat, and tried again, "...intim...dite," he paused.
"Intimidate," Chloe put in.
"Yes, that's it. You in...what you said...men. Girls like you don't give guys like me the time of day." His voice gained slightly more composure towards the end of the sentence.
Chloe had never felt intimidating in her life. She was lost with how to respond to that, so she tried to pull this to a close. "You might feel like that, but I am terrified of my body being looked at, especially by strangers. So, you want to watch or not?" Her voice had more force than she felt.
"Yes," he said, and his eyes moved very visibly to under her desk. She moved her hand down, it was going to take a bit of work, as she had lost any arousal that she had. She watched his face as her fingers brushed against her exposed pussy lips. They were very soft and flat as she did, but she knew they would engorge and pop out soon. She was obviously a little colder than she thought, as she felt goose bumps when she slipped two fingers down, tracing her lips all the way to the bottom, parting them slightly there, pulling her lips apart just enough to show the wet hole inside. She knew when she had opened them just enough, because of the look of excitement that appeared on Tim's face.
She watched as his expression turned eager, while her fingers moved back up across her milky white lips--which she was sure were getting a pink flush now--to her clit. She circled it, pushing gently down, copying how Andy aroused her, waiting for the now-familiar feeling of her clit popping up through her lips, and exposing itself. She had a quick look around to ensure nobody was watching before she started to tease her clit, brushing across it, pushing around it to make it move and dance for Tim's eyes; they were wide open, and his jaw was slowly falling open too. From Chloe's point of view, Tim was making this all too obvious. She was considering stopping, when he dropped to his knees and disappeared from view. Chloe again scanned the office for anybody noticing, but nothing. She carried on for a moment then realised Tim had crawled under her desk. His head was between her legs, not touching anything, just...there. She could feel his hot drunk breath on her legs, his head no more than 6 inches from her pussy.
Chloe was not sure at all about this now; he was way too close, and as he rocked in his drunken state he was getting close enough to her pussy that his breathing could be felt against her lips. She continued, more nervous now. With her spare hand reaching for the phone and bringing it down to film under the desk, she now rubbed her clit, her hand in a better position to defend against Tim getting any ideas. Chloe did feel aroused--she had become very skilled at playing with herself to a point and stopping--but she didn't think she could cum even if she wanted to. There was something very erotic about Tim being that close that his breath was on her, knowing she would never allow him to touch her, but a climax was a whole different thing.
She moved her hand, slowly running it down her lips to the wet hole at the bottom, pulling the lips apart again, showing Tim, in close up, her inner lips and her inviting wet hole. She plunged her middle finger into it, forcing it up as far as it would go, enjoying her own wet pussy for a moment. For almost 5 minutes, she rubbed her clit and pushed her fingers into her pussy, feeling Tim's excited breath on her legs, and in moments that he really seemed to get into it, on her pussy. But as she was getting very little out of it, with no chance of bringing herself even slightly close to orgasm, she stopped, got up, and started to walk to the toilet. It took Tim almost 30 seconds to climb out from under her desk, and he looked totally lost.
Chloe walked back to be close enough to not draw any attention and said, "Go back to your desk and sleep it off. You are getting nothing else from me today."
Tim looked crestfallen, but seemed to want to comply, even in his drunken state. He turned, walked to his desk, and sat down. Chloe was surprised that did not take more effort. She turned again and headed to the toilet. Once there she washed her hands and straightened herself up; it was only 10 minutes until she left for the day, and she was off to see Andy, which made her smile. She had a quick look at the video: it wasn't great, but you could see his stupid drunk face, inches from her pussy. That was good enough, she hoped. Chloe put the video in a WhatsApp message and sent it to Andy. When she got back to her desk and started tidying to go home, Tim was actually asleep in his chair. She walked over, took his keys and left a note that said, "Your car key is at reception. You can collect it when you are sober."
She then picked up her stuff, and walked out to her car, stopping at reception to hand in the key and explain. The security manager took the key and assured her Tim would only get it back when he was fit to drive. As she drove home, she could feel the excitement build; she had no idea what to expect tonight, except at least 15 spanks, but she didn't care. She knew she would love every minutes of it.
Chloe pulled into Andy's drive, her normal parking spot, and hurried to the door. The delay with the key had meant she'd caught more traffic than normal and she was now 10 minutes late. She knocked and waited, listening for the footsteps of Andy coming to open the door, and felt her heart leap when she heard them.
Andy opened the door and swung it open to let her in. She stepped through, but before she could walk down the hallway, he said, "Stop!" Chloe stopped dead, and felt the door close, missing her by millimetres, heard the solid clunk as it closed.
"Remove all your clothes, and join me in the living room, please," Andy said, as he walked off past her, and turned into the living room.
Chloe started to remove her blouse and then bra. His voice seemed a little cross, but not excessively so. She placed her top and bra on her bag on the floor, and removed her shoes and socks. She smiled to herself, now standing in Andy's hallway, in just her skirt. If you had told her even two weeks ago that she would do this without hesitation or concern she never would have believed you. As she fumbled with buttons on her skirt she thought to herself that she had never been happier, and also how much she wanted Andy to fuck her. Her skirt dropped to the floor, and she was completely naked. She almost skipped to the living room.
When she got there, Andy was sitting on the sofa. As she entered, he said, "Come over here, and bend over."