Oh my God.
Today was even worse. I can't believe what's happening to me, it all seems like some kind of nightmare. Justine is actually sleeping in my bed now, but once she found out about my diary, she made me write down everything that happened today.
I started the day with the same confidence I had going to bed last night. I decided I needed to dress myself a little more carefully today. Up top I wore a lightweight cream colored turtleneck sweater, with a T-shirt and bra underneath. I wore a good pair of sturdy cotton panties, pantyhose, wool slacks, and a blazer. It was a touch warm for the weather, but I figured that it would be very hard to get me out of that outfit.
I drove into the office, and thanked God it was a different guard behind the desk. As I walked by the cube farm, Justine and the three clerks were standing around giggling. Justine just looked at me with a predatory smile, and all of my courage and resolve seemed to vanish. I decided to go to my office before confronting her. When I got there, there was a large envelope on my keyboard. With trepidation, I opened up, and was horrified to see several 8 1/2 x 11 glossies of me in the mesh outfit. Two were of me in the lobby, one from the front and one from the rear. Under the bright lights of the lobby that outfit showed absolutely everything. The other three photos were from the gas station, two of them with my boobs out, and one with me showing my kitty as well. I should have guessed that she would take pictures, but I never saw any cameras, so it was a real surprise for me. There was a note in the envelope saying I should come to her desk. I walked back there, feeling none of the confidence I felt last night.
Justine looked up as I approached, and frowned. She told me she was very disappointed in my outfit, but first she needed me to talk to someone. She picked up the phone, dialed a number, told the person on the other end "she's here, sir," and handed me the phone. I had no idea what she was up to, but I took the phone and said hello. It was Jared McIntyre. The president of our biggest client, and the defendant in the biggest case this firm has ever had. Getting assigned to this case was the linchpin of my plans to become partner. If I did well on this case, I'd be partner by the end of the year.
I listened to him as he talked (which he can do quite a lot of) and occasionally answered his general questions. Suddenly I felt Nicole and Melissa on either side of me, pulling my blazer off my shoulders. I struggled with them briefly, but then I heard a strange noise. Justine had a large pair of scissors out, and was snipping the air with them. The message was clear, let them undress me, or they would cut the clothes off. I started to panic, and tried to think of a way out of this. As the clerks relieved my of my blazer, I asked Mr. McIntyre if he could wait a second for me to go back to my office so I could look at my notes. Unfortunately he insisted that this would just take a few minutes, and that he just wanted to tell me his latest thoughts on the strategy for the case. By this time, Justine had come around to the front of her desk, and sat on it in front of me. Slowly, she lifted the bottom of my sweater up, up to about my navel. She then undid the side zip on my slacks, and they slipped straight to the floor. I made a little yelp, which surprised Mr. McIntyre, and I had to spend a few seconds explaining it was nothing.
As McIntyre proceeded to go on with his inane theories, Melissa and Nicole started to roll the top of my pantyhose down, until the waistband of my panties was exposed. Justine took the scissors, and with two quick snips, she cut the hips of the panties, and was able to pull them out the front. The friction of them sliding over my pubes reminded me that I was sore from all the time I spent diddling myself yesterday, but it also made me shudder uncontrollably. I tried to keep my composure as McIntyre asked me my thoughts, and I was forced to do more talking. As I tried to steer him back to our firm's established strategy, Melissa and Nicole pulled my sweater off my arms, and over my head. My T-shirt followed quickly. Much to my horror, I was standing out in the middle of our office, wearing only a bra and pantyhose, while I tried to persuade our biggest client not to do anything really stupid. I was totally humiliated, and even worse, I knew I was getting turned on again.
Justine pushed her knee between mine, forcing me to spread my legs a little. She held out her hand, palm up, about two inches in front of my crotch. For a few seconds I couldn't figure out what she was doing, and then it hit me. She expected me to hump her hand again. My mind was screaming "no," but after the multiple orgasm of the night before, combined with the frustration of no orgasms since then, my body just took over. Almost by themselves, my hips thrust forward, pushing my crotch onto her hand. I began to work my hips back and forth, while trying desperately not to let McIntyre know anything was up. Suddenly, Tina's hands came around me, and she began to kiss my neck and squeeze my breasts. It let out a moan that I couldn't hide from McIntyre. Tina pulled my breasts out of their cups, and began tugging my nipples in time with my pelvic thrusts. She also began nibble on my ear, which was almost enough to send me over. Thank God McIntyre started talking again, so all I had to do was keep him from hearing my panting. I started gyrating my hips faster and faster, and Tina was pinching my nipples harder and tugging them more ruthlessly. Even though it was hurting quite a bit, I found myself edging closer and closer.
