The Office Slut -

Lacey discovers a sexuality she didn't know she had. After kissing Jamie, she's confused and turned on.

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After the short episode in the dressing room, Lacey and Jamie bought a few things at another boutique.

"Let me get something for you," Jamie pleaded, "something for the weekend, something when we party."

Lacey laughed. "Really? I bet you have something slutty in mind."

"I AM the office slut," Jamie giggled. 'But seriously, let me pick something out. I'll buy."

"No, I can't have you do that. I'll buy it, but ok, you pick something."

They browsed through another of Jamie's favorite stores. Jamie selected an outfit from inside out. "You'll be so hot."

What Jamie picked were a matching deep blue thong and lace bra. The bra was kind of a bustier, with cups that pushed up Lacey's tits. The thong had a small pink bow in the middle and the gusset was lace. It slipped between Lacey's pussy lips as Jamie pulled it up in the dressing room. The bra was nothing but a bit of lace and hardly did anything to support Lacey's bust, not that it needed support. The fabric, though soft, teased her nipples and she knew they'd be sticking out.

Then Jamie selected a deep blue top, with thin straps. It was floaty and soft with a deep scalloped neckline that barely covered the bra. It buttoned down the front with just three buttons before flowing out across Lacey's waist.

To round things out, Jamie selected a short red and blue plaid skirt that looked a little like it might be part of a school girl uniform, under which would be dark blue, thigh high stockings.

Lacey looked at herself in the mirror. She was hot. But, she looked like a slut.

"I dunno," she mumbled, "don't you think it's a bit slutty."

Jamie laughed. "Sluttiness is in the eye of the beholder. For some holy rollers your ankle is slutty and for others, you could drop your tits in their face, and they'd still not call you a slut."

Lacey did a turn. It was a sexy outfit. The gap between her stockings and the thong made her feel sexy in a way she'd never recognized before. She smiled to herself as they left the shopping center in her regular work clothes. Would she really dare to wear a skirt that short and a neckline so low?

At home she again tried on the new outfit. She turned this way and that, checking herself closely. She did have a nice pair, she thought. They were high on her chest and the nipples pointed straight out. They weren't huge or puffy, but the areola was nicely shaped and the nipples looked perfectly placed. She straightened her shoulders and arched her back a bit, like a model. Her breasts were decidedly noticeable. Too noticeable? She'd never worn anything cut low and at most had one button on the collar undone. Somewhat shy, she usually wore some kind of vest or scarf or something else to obscure her chest. She didn't want anyone, male or female to judge her just by what she did or didn't have in front.

Her stomach was flat and she stroked across the skin. Yes, she sucked it in, and correcting herself, let it out. It was still flat.

Next she examined her legs. They were long, slender and nicely shaped. The stockings accentuated their length. She lifted the skirt. Not sure why, but the bit of skin exposed between the top of the stockings and the bottom of her thong, made her feel sexy. She stroked her legs and that space of skin. The difference from stocking to skin, from skin to panty, was, she had no other way to put it, sexy.

The next two days flew by. She and Jamie had lunch together each, much to the frown of Ms. Karen. Lacey cared, but cared less what the matron might think.

"I've got our thing for the weekend," Jamie said at the Friday lunch. "You are going to be so fucking amazed."

"What, what?" Lacey laughed, "what's so exciting?"

"This is going to be unbelievable. My friend Jimmy and his buddy Shamu, invited me and any friend I want to bring to this amazing huge party."

"I dunno," Lacey dropped her head, "I'm not really a party kind of person."

Jamie tilted her head, "And when's the last time you went to a party?"

"That's just it, I don't go to a lot of parties because it's not my thing."

"Trust your friend, girl. I will not let you down and will take good care of you before, during and after the party."

Jamie looked so serious at the moment that Lacey had to laugh. "Ok, ok, but only if you stick with me. I'm not that comfortable around a lot of people."

"Promise, on my heart," Jamie said and clasped her small hand to her giant left boob. "On my heart and all that's above it."

Lacey giggled again. "You're so funny. Ok, I'll go."

"And you'll wear what we bought for you."

Lacey bobbled her head. "Oh, I dunno, it's, it's so, you know."

"Perfect? Sexy? Hot?" Jamie smiled.

"No, you know."

"You will wear it," Jamie's tone was only half joking. "If you won't wear it, I'll leave your little Cinderella ass at home."

"Alright, ok. I'll come AND I'll wear it."

"That's my girl."

Jamie explained more about the party. Friends of friends had rented a huge house, kind of a McMansion. It was on a hill overlooking the city, with a huge pool, outdoor grill and kitchen, at least 7 bedrooms and even a wine cellar (which would be off limits).

"So Jimmy and Shamu?" Lacey finally asked. "Like the wale?"

"Hahaha, yeah, I know. Shamu is a nickname of course, but that's because no one can pronounce his real name. But he's the sweetest guy and fucking hot, too."

Lacey dreaded the coming weekend, but at the same time looked forward to it with an odd excitement building in her stomach. It was warm and comfortable when evening rolled around and Jamie pulled up with the Uber.

"Uber?" Lacey asked.

"Of course," Jamie cheerfully answered, "don't want to have to worry about DUI or something stupid like that. I've already got a ride home scheduled. Oh, by the way, can I stay with you when we get back? Maybe crash on the couch?"

"Sure thing. I'd be glad to have you, I mean have you stay over." They both giggled at the Freudian slip.

Lacey was about to throw a shawl over her outfit, but Jamie caught her. "No, no, no, my dear. You look amazing and that thing will just ruin it. Go with it."

Reluctantly Lacey put the shawl away. She felt naked.

When they pulled up to the "party" house, Lacey was stunned. It was a beautiful home on two levels and spread out along the hillside. It had a fabulous view of the city and looked warm and inviting, done up with lights and music cascading into the evening sunset.

"Oh my," Lacey turned to her friend, "this must cost an arm and a couple of legs to rent."

"Not to worry, it's a friend of a friend, and these guys don't throw a lot of parties, but when they do, watch out."

People were lingering in various places. Some near the front door, others spread throughout the home and still more in the backyard. A couple splashed in the pool. Two bars had been set up, one in, one outside the house, attended by a professional who mixed and poured. Inside, was a man in shirt and tie, outside was a woman, in a stiff blouse and tie. They were quick and generous with the drinks.

The two friends wandered the house, greeting people here and there. They meandered to the inside bar.

"We'll have strawberry margaritas," Jamie told the bartender.

"Coming up," he smiled and mixd their cocktails. He handed them over in a flash.

"He's a pro," Jamie estimated.

"Mmh, these are good," Lacey assessed the margarita.

"You'll wanna be careful of those," Jamie smiled, "they'll get you. And you know what alcohol does for a girl."

Lacey gave her friend a puzzled look. "It turns you into a wanton SLUT." Jamie emphasized the "T".

Lacey laughed again. "I've had drinks before and I'm certainly not a slut."

"I'm just sayin'," Jamie said.

Drinks in hand, they wandered again. "Jimmy, Jimmy," Jamie called out and waived to a man involved in a conversation with several others.

"Jamie," Jimmy called and rushed to greet her. He didn't pause, but hugged the diminutive girl tightly and planted a fat kiss on her closed lips. "So good to see you," he said out loud, "and feel you, he whispered in her ear," squeezing her formidable boobs more tightly to his chest. Actually it was a bit lower as Jimmy was quite tall and Jamie, absolutely not.

"This is my new friend and colleague, Lacey," Jamie did a little curtsy in Lacey's direction. "Lacey this is Jimmy."

Jimmy reached out with both arms and before she knew it, had Lacey in a friendly hug. "Any friend of Jamie is a friend indeed," he welcomed her. "Let me introduce you to this group since their ogling both of you."

The trio went back to the group Jimmy had been talking to and he went down the line.

"This is Janet, ladies always first," Jimmy minded his manners and introduced a tall brunette who seemed a bit older than the rest. She was pretty in a model kind of way, her long hair draping to her shoulders. She was taller than Lacey, almost as tall as Jimmy in her high heels. "Janet does some marketing and sales and makes a ton of money," he laughed.

"This is Roger, or Rog," Jimmy pointed to a young bearded man dressed in a green polo shirt and Jeans. "Rog does what... What do you do these days, Rog?"

Rog smiled. "These days I'm working on my cars. Gonna have my next one up for sale soon. She's going to be a beast."

"Right," Jimmy said. "Roger does all kinds of mechanical stuff, way out of my limited knowledge. But you should see what he drives."

"This is Shamu," Jimmy said, moving on along the line, "he is our token foreigner, so we can act like we're, you know, hip or something."

Shamu was taller than Jimmy and dressed in a casual black shirt and black slacks. He had a bright smile that shone against his dark skin. He reached out his hand to Lacey and had a pleasant, firm, but not crushing grip. And dry hands.

"I'm from Sri Lanka," Shamu said, "but I'm pretty settled here. And I like being the token foreigner to give this illustrious group some color."

Shamu's voice was pleasant with just a hint of an accent, his smile unaffected and unpretentious.

"Shamu makes a mint at some computer company or another," Jimmy added.

"I'm a game programmer and designer," Shamu corrected.

Lacey was impressed, she'd never met anyone who did this for a living. "So do you play too, I mean are you a gamer?"

Shamu smiled his charming smile. "To be one, you have to play the games. Yes, I do, and sometimes it's great to be a kid, but I also do it to help my work and see what the kids are into and what they expect. Fun research, you might say."

"And over there," Jimmy interrupted "is Mike and Jamas. They give this group some local color."

Mike was the same Mike Lacey had seen with Jamie. They hadn't been introduced yet, but now Mike and Jamas walked over. They both smiled and shook Lacey's hand.

"Mike you might know, Jamie's told me. But Jamas, well, no one really knows Jamas, your man of color AND mystery."

Lacey inclined her head to the side. "What do you mean, mystery?"

Jamas smiled. "I'm independently wealthy and no one knows why."

"Not even me," he added with a laugh.

The group engaged in small talk, passing on news and expectations. Jamie took Lacey by the arm and they wandered the house once more after stopping at the bar for another round of margaritas.. As they were headed up the stairs, Jamie leaned on her friend.

"I have to ask you a favor, Lacey."

"Sure, ask away."

"Lacey my dear, I love our time here and I will definitely go home with you later and protect you from all these predators eyeing you hungrily."

Lacey giggled. She hadn't noticed any predators, but that was just because she was unassuming and no longer conscious of just how hot she looked in her new outfit.

"Trust me, you have many eyes upon you, my dear and any one pair of them is ready to devour you. BUT. Here's the but, I need you to give me just a little time. I need to get me some cock here, and I think Jimmy is ripe for the picking."

Lacey pushed her friends shoulder. "You ARE a slut," she laughed and nodded. "Of course I'm going to give you some time. I don't need you to hold my hand all evening, but I do like that you're looking out for me. Thanks."

Jamie smiled. "I was hoping you'd be agreeable. I'm so fucking horny, I think I have a permanent wet spot in my panties."

Lacey squealed. "Well we can't have you walking around like that. Go get some, I'll be fine. I'll go talk to Jamas and Shamu. They seem interesting and fun."

"Yes," Jamie exclaimed and they made their way back down the steps. There was nothing but bedrooms and bathrooms on the upper floor with the exception of one large sitting room with giant TVs and three couches, and most of all with a spectacular walk out deck that had an unobstructed view of the city below.

As they walked down the steps, Lacey couldn't help but notice the bounce of Jamie's huge bosoms. Suddenly she was conscious of the fact that she too was bouncing quite a bit and that the lose, scalloped neckline of her top, emphasized the motion beneath. For the last few steps she put her hand over her breasts to keep them from moving quite so much.

They rejoined the group, minus Rog and Janet, who had drifted off elsewhere. Shamu and Jamas were having some kind of technical discussion that Lacey had neither interest in nor understanding of.

Jamie wasted no time and made her move on Jimmy. It was apparent this was not the first time they had had an intimate confab as the two drifted away from the group. Lacey smiled to herself, but was glad when Shamu and Jamas pulled her into their conversation by asking about her and what she did and all that introductory stuff people talk about when they first meet. After some time in conversation and sipping on the drinks Jamas retrieved for them from the bar, she felt pretty comfortable. At some point she realized Jamie still hadn't reappeared. She decided to roam again and look for her friend. Drink in hand, she excused herself and once more set about roaming the McMansion. Not that she was drunk, but the margarita certainly had a relaxing effect. Everyone and everything seemed just lovely.

The party appeared in full swing and people were literally in every room, laughing and having a good time. This is nice, Lacey thought to herself as she browsed through the house. She went upstairs and when she didn't see Jamie in the large common room, decided to start looking in the bedrooms. Nothing in the first three, but as she approached the third one, she thought she heard some sounds like people trying to be quiet and failing to do so.

The door wasn't shut all the way and she peered around the edge of it. At first she pulled instantly back and gasped. But what she'd seen made her want to look again, just to be certain what she saw was really what she saw, she told herself. Carefully she pushed the door open a little more to give herself a better view.

There was no mistaking it this time. Jamie was bent over a bed, Her head was back as Jimmy was pulling her hair and her eyes were tightly shut. Her giant tits were swinging under her as Jimmy pushed himself into her from behind. He too had his eyes closed and both of them were moaning, he in a deep growl, she in a high pitched whimper.

"Keep fucking me, just like that," Jamie demanded as Jimmy used long slow strokes to caress her pussy from the inside.

"You like it like that, huh?"

"Yesssss, give me that cock."

Jimmy smacked Jamie's ass with his free hand and she squealed with delight. He altered his pace, several hard, fast pumps and then slowing again, stuffing Jamie's pussy slowly and deliberately.

"Suck my cock again," Jimmie demanded.

Jamie wasted no time and was on her knees in front of him. From her view, Lacey could see that Jimmy was indeed well endowed, Jamie's fingers barely able to grasp all the way around his shaft. Jamie stroked the cock pointed at her mouth, positioned herself at the tip and with one nod of her head, swallowed Jimmy whole. Not only was her chin at his balls, but she grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him into her face.

Lacey's eyes popped wide open, and she put a hand to her mouth as Jimmy humped Jamies face with short hard strokes. Jamie made little gurgling sounds, but held onto the man's ass, pushing her face ever harder into his crotch.

In what seemed a terribly long time, Jamie released her friend and his cock, spit drooling off the end, popped from her mouth. Jamie lifted the hefty boner and dove underneath to suck the attached balls. She almost disappeared from Lacey's view as she busied herself with his nut sack, one hand stroking her friends throbbing member. Then she popped up on the other side of Jimmy, her hand still on his cock, but her face now buried between his ass cheeks.

Oh my god, Lacey thought, she's not, is she? But there was no doubt as Jimmy bent forward slightly and pumped his ass up and down against Jamie's face. She's actually licking his asshole. Lacey was stunned, but at the same time, the fornicating couple had her going with their lascivious display. Almost involuntarily, her hand had drifted to her crotch and had stroked her pussy long enough that the gusset had vanished between the outer lips. She wasn't even aware of the growing moisture until Jamie returned to her original cock sucking position and swallowed Jimmy once more. Lacey took a nervous sip from her drink, finishing the glass. She put it down on a shelf near the door. Without even thinking, her hand went up under her top to squeeze her tit and tweak her nipple as she leaned against the door frame.

"I need that cock again," Jamie finally gasped as she released his prick from her wet mouth. Spit had dripped onto her tits, making them glisten.

Jamie backed up onto the bed lying down flat and spreading her legs wide in lusty invitation to Jimmy's swollen rod. Jimmy accepted the invitation and climbed between her open legs. Lacey couldn't see exactly what was happening, but she knew he was pushing into Jamie and she could see from his expression that it felt amazing. Jamie's head rolled back and she moaned deep in her throat.

"Oh fuck yes, slide that cock in me."

As Jimmy pumped his hips hard into the girl below him, the slapping sound of bodies colliding filling the room, Lacey heard a gasp behind her. She quickly pulled her hands from their compromising locations and turned, blushing deep red, which in the reduced lighting thankfully hid.

"I'm sorry," Shamu said, "sorry about that. Didn't mean to..."

"Oh my god, how long have you been watching?"

He smiled somewhat sheepishly, "Not as long as you."

Lacey blushed even deeper. She wanted to say something, but not sure what as the slapping sounds from inside the room increased in intensity.

"I suppose, we should leave them?" Lacey managed.

"Yeah, I suppose we should."

Shamu offered her his arm and they left the coupling couple behind, the sounds fading as they moved from the door.

"That was something," Shamu said.

Lacey clung to his arm. Her legs felt a bit squishy and her panty was still wedged in her pussy. Shamu's arm was pushing against her left tit. Between the alcohol and what she had witnessed, she felt hornier than she could remember.

"Yes," Lacey smiled, "that was something. You know I was warned about Jamie. Someone said she was the office slut."

"Not a very nice thing to say. You know where I grew up, there are very strict, and in my mind, stupid social mores. No sex before marriage, modest dress, girls can't look at boys and so on. All the while the guys are living their fantasies through some of the worst porn. I don't think Jamie's a slut. I like her. She's fun."

Lacey gave her escort a sideways glance. "Well that's a very enlightened point of view. I like Jamie too, but wow, I can't get over what I just saw." Lacey silently wished she could rub her pussy just a little more.