Chapter 4: Mary Jo Joins the Club
Mary Jo tried hard to focus on what her assistant Brad was talking about. She was convinced that he knew that she had nothing on under her skirt, even though logic told her there was no way he could know.
She had met with Fred shortly after lunch for their regular talk about the quarterly medical staff newsletter. They covered the necessary topics in short order, as they usually did, but then she sat there quietly, not moving.
"Anything else?"
She took a deep breath. "I had lunch with Alexandra a while back."
Fred nodded. "About two weeks ago, right."
"She told me about your... secret fun." Fred said nothing, just looking at her. She squirmed and felt nervous sweat on her lips and arms. "I know she said you can't talk about details until I've... made my commitment. But... " Her voice trailed off.
After a moment, Fred said, "You and I have had several conversations about very sensitive matters that required complete confidentiality, and neither of us has ever broken that pact. Whatever you're worried about, you can rely on my silence."
She sat there for what felt like a long time, just staring at him. She wanted to ask him to open his file drawer, but knew he wouldn't. And she remembered that she had walked out of the building with a totally naked Alexandra and waved to him in his car. Finally, she took a deep breath, put her papers on the floor, and stood up. "Can I close the door?"
"I don't see why," Fred said.
She stepped to the doorway, checked the hallways, and came back into the office. With a deep breath, she reached under her skirt, slid her hands up to her waist, and pushed down. It took a little tugging, but after a moment, she pulled the panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Without a word, Fred pulled open his file drawer, and she dropped them in.
"Have a seat," he said as he shut the drawer. "I know that took a lot of nerve. And trust. So, thank you. Did Alex tell you the rest of it? As long as they are in the drawer, we can play games with you. If there's something you don't want to do, you can say no, but if you say no three times, we'll stop. Okay?"
Mary Jo sat in silent amazement at what she had just done. Part of her wanted to grab the panties back out of the drawer and run from the building; another part was very excited at what might happen. At the same time, the analytic part of her brain was churning with questions. "Is that if I say no to a whole project or just to one part of it?"
"I don't know. That's never come up. You're part of the rules committee now. Why don't we make that rule when we need to?"
That made her chuckle on her way back to her office. There were three of them, so far as she knew, and already a committee.
Back at her desk, though, she began worrying that her secret would be discovered. Every time somebody looked at her or called her name, she checked that her skirt was still in place. Ridiculous she knew, since she was behind a solid desk and the skirt reached almost to her knees
After her meeting with Brad, where she thought she must have seemed very distracted, she stayed at her desk working. Around 5:15, as some of the staff began leaving, her phone rang. It was Fred.
"How are you doing?"
"Okay." After a pause, she chuckled. "It feels weird to have nothing on down there. I was sure everybody knew. Stupid, I know."
"Sounds like a normal reaction. Are you at your desk?"
"Yes."
"Slide your skirt up so your legs are bare."
She got a sudden chill at the uncertainty of what might happen, but slid her skirt up anyway.
"Make sure you pull it all the way up, so your butt is on the chair. Now run your fingers along your legs. How do they feel?"
Her breath got shallow as she ran her fingers along the top of her thigh. She kept her eyes on the staff still outside her office, but nobody looked her way.
"It feels nice. A little scratchy maybe. I guess I need to shave."
"What part of your leg are you touching?"
"The thigh, the top part."
"Move to the inside of the thigh. How does it feel?"
"Softer. Smoother," she said after a brief silence.
"Now move your hand to the top of your thigh and the space between. Tell me about that."
Mary Jo giggled quietly before answering. "It's furry."
"And the soft tissue beneath the fur?"
There was silence, then a quiet moan. "What was that?" Fred's voice was quiet and deep, more like a voice inside her head than on the phone.
"The nub," she whispered with a sigh.
"Your clitoris?"
"Mmm hmm." She heard him breathing as she stroked herself, running her fingers over the folds of flesh between her legs. She kept mostly silent, with occasional gasps, as she stroked circular motions over her labia, getting wetter and looser with each stroke.
"Not too loud," the voice in her ear told her. "And careful how you're sitting. You don't want your staff to think there's anything strange going on." She quickly sat up straight and looked through the window of her office. Everybody seemed to be looking at their desks and paying no attention to her. She shifted her position to look more natural, but kept her fingers on her pussy.
"Everything all right?" Fred's voice echoed in her ear.
"A few have already left, and a couple others seem to be getting ready."
"So you have time to slide a finger inside?"
She gasped. She kept her eyes focused on the office and slowly slid her middle finger down, then up inside herself, till she had two knuckles inside the warm, wet confines. "How long has it been?" she thought as she slid the finger slowly in and out.
"Are you there?" Fred's voice rumbled in her ear, soothing even as it was commanding.
She suddenly straightened up and looked out her window. The last staff members were all getting up to leave, and Bradley seemed to be heading her way. She pulled her finger out.
"What's going on?" the voice in her ear asked.
"Everybody's leaving, and Bradley's coming over to say good night, as he often does."
"Just stay calm, pretend you're talking to somebody about work. Maybe take some notes, and just wave to him."
She reached for a pencil just as Bradley got to her door, then realized she didn't have any paper nearby. She smiled at him and waved, indicating she was on the phone. She was sure he could see that her two fingers were wet and that he knew what she was doing. He just waved to her and headed out. When she heard the door close, she exhaled loudly.
"All gone?" Fred asked.
"Yes," she said with great relief.
"Then get back to where you were."
She slid two fingers back inside her cunt and began stroking. With nobody in the office, she rolled the chair back from her desk and leaned back, letting her legs spread wider. She moaned gently as sensations rolled through her body, building in intensity. She heard Fred's voice quietly say, "I'm going to leave you on your own. Have fun." Then the phone disconnected, and she let hers fall from her shoulder.
She touched her clit with her other hand and began rubbing in sync with her thrusting. As the waves of passion intensified, her body curled and tightened in the chair, and the stroking got faster until everything seemed to explode within her. With each spasm that rocked her body, she let out a small yell.
As the orgasm subsided, she lay back in her chair, pushed away from her desk. At some level of consciousness, she knew that she was totally exposed and that, if anybody walked in, she would be embarrassed, humiliated, and probably fired. At the moment, though, she did not care. It had been too long since she had done anything like this, and she was relishing the sensations of every nerve in her body.
She gradually became aware of the moisture along her legs, particularly as it cooled in the air. She also heard the unhooked phone beeping from the floor. She realized she should dry herself off and not leave any stains on the chair. She also did not want to stain her skirt, though it was black, so who would notice?
In his office, Fred had hung up the phone when Alexandra came in.
