Pt 4: Second Night -- Part 2: Emily and Sally
Jacqui and Anne returned to the computer room after washing the evidence of their activities off each other by the sink and drying themselves as best they could. They were naked under their overalls, for, having tried putting on their underwear, it felt uncomfortable on their still moist skin.
"Hi girls," Sally chirped, "Did you see anybody out there on your way back?"
"Not a soul," Jacqui replied, "I think they've all gone."
"Oh good." Elaine sighed.
"OK," said Sally, "we're catching up with the work, so which two are taking the next break?"
"I'll stay here," replied Emily.
"So it's Susan and Elaine on break. Half an hour maximum."
"I'll nip out and do a quick reconnaissance," Elaine suggested, and she left the room.
A few minutes later, Elaine returned and reported that indeed all the programmers had left, although they had left the lights on.
"I expect that Security will be up checking all is OK, and will put out the lights," warned Sally, "So you two had better be careful if you intend cavorting naked about the office," looking at Elaine and Susan.
"We'll go to a different floor," Susan responded.
"Before you shoot off, take this with you." Sally said, handing over the Polaroid camera, "Take some photos of your activities so the rest of us can see what you got up to. Be sparing, though, 'cos there aren't many shots on a roll of film."
"Will do," Elaine replied, and she and Susan left the computer room for the rest room where they would divest their clothing.
Emily announced, "Well, if everyone has gone, I'm going to get my clothes off."
"We already have," Jacqui said, unbuttoning her overall and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her totally nude body.
Anne did likewise.
Sally said, "I came prepared for tonight, so this dress under my overall is all that I'm wearing," and to emphasise the point, she raised the hem of her dress, and her overall, to show her pussy."
"Holy shit, Sally, you've shaved your pussy!" exclaimed Emily, "What brought that on?"
"Actually, it was my husband who shaved it."
"Was that all he did?" asked another girl.
"Not quite all," Sally said hesitantly, feeling she was digging herself a hole. So she removed her overall and dress, leaving herself naked, hoping that would distract the others from their line of questioning.
"Carry on," urged Emily who, for once, was the only person with clothes on. "We want to hear all the details, don't we, girls?"
"Yes," said Anne and Jacqui, almost in unison.
"C'mon Sally, tell all," continued Emily as she proceeded to remove her clothes.
So Sally related to the girls her activities earlier in the evening, missing out the pissing episode, of course. The story took the best part of half an hour to tell, because of the interruptions caused by mounting tapes, loading boxes of continuous paper into the printers, starting processes, etc.
By the time Sally had finished telling her story, the other girls were getting quite aroused (Anne and Jacqui more so, for they were highly aroused to start with), and their pussies were well juiced. Even Sally's pussy was flowing with juice, for she got quite a thrill telling the girls, and, more of a thrill seeing their reactions. Sally wondered what their reactions would have been if she included the pissing episode.
Despite the story telling, great progress had been made in catching up on the backlog of work, and Sally was able to announce that the next breaks could last an hour.
Susan and Elaine came back into the computer room, totally naked. Susan handed the Polaroid back to Sally while Elaine draped their overalls over the back of a chair.
"Did you go out then?" Sally asked.
"Yes," replied Susan, "We went on safari and got some, hopefully, good shots."
"Safari?"
"That's what Elaine called it. She said looking for somewhere to explore and return with rare photos was just like going on safari."
"That's a great name for our naked excursions," Sally enthused, "Let's see the pictures then."
Elaine retrieved some Pictures from the pocket of one of the overalls and brought them over to a desk. The rest of the girls leant over the desk as the photos were passed around, bare flesh against bare flesh, breasts pressing against shoulders, and arms around necks, as they huddled together.
"Where did you go?" one girl asked.
"See if you can tell from the photos," Susan replied.
The first photo showed Elaine standing naked in a corridor. The walls were lavishly decorated, and displayed framed pictures depicting various scenes in the history of the organisation. The carpet was luxurious. Elaine's hand rested on a door handle, and, from the angle of the shot, the nameplate was legible, and underneath that, the words 'Managing Director'.
"Holy shit, you went to the Executive Floor," Sally exclaimed.
Elaine passed the next picture and said, "Here is Susan on the Managing Director's desk with the Managing Director's fountain pen sticking out of her confidential cunt."
The picture showed Susan kneeling on a massive leather-topped desk with her knees wide apart, showing the nib end of a fountain pen protruding from between her pussy lips. The 'confidential' stamp that Anne had applied the previous night was not legible, but clearly visible.
"Has your husband seen that stamp, Susan?"
"Not yet, he will probably see it tonight if he doesn't go out to the pub."
The next photo showed Elaine sitting on the photocopier in the Managing Director's Secretary's office, with her legs wide apart.
"Did you make a copy?" Sally asked.
"Yes, but I left it in the rest room."
Sally had an idea. "Here's a task for you, each of you must sit on a photocopier and make a copy. Don't write your name on the copy. When we have a copy of everyone, we can have some fun identifying which genitals belong to whom, by any means."
"Great idea Sally."
The last photo showed Susan lying on the Boardroom table with her knees raised and three fingers in her pussy. It was obvious to all that she had been working on her cunt for a while for there was pussy juice visible on the sumptuous black leather surface of the table.
"I hope you wiped that off the table before you left, Susan," said Jacqui.
"Better than you and Anne cleaned up your cum puddles in the rest room," retorted Susan.
"Oh, yes?" came the response, "So what were you and Anne up to in your break?"
Anne replied "Jacqui was showing me how to squirt."
"Looks like she succeeded," Elaine remarked.
"We'll lock these photos in our drawer of the shift leader's desk," said Sally, "and also the photocopies."
"Right, Emily, you're next for a break," Sally declared, "Which of you, Jacqui and Anne, wants to take their next break with her?"
"Why don't you take a break, Sally," Emily suggested, "After all, you said yourself that everything was going fine. Jacqui can supervise while you are on safari; she is your deputy, after all."
"Yes, Sally, go on safari with Emily," all the other girls urged, "we can handle things here."
"Alright then, but make sure it is the work you are handling and not each other," joked Sally.
With their swipe cards about their necks, Sally and Emily left the computer room after picking up the Polaroid camera.
"You know, Susan and Elaine is a hard act to follow," Emily said to Sally, "We will have to be really outrageous to better them."
"I know, but I have just had an idea. Follow me."
Emily followed Sally into the service module where the lifts and stairs were. Lagging just a bit behind, Emily took the opportunity to admire Sally's backside. 'It looked quite big when she's wearing jeans,' she thought, 'but bare, it is really quite neat.'
Sally led Emily down the stairs to the ground floor, out through the far door into the hallway at the top of the stairs that led down to the restaurant.
"Are we going to the restaurant?" Emily asked.
"No, we're going this way."
Instead of going down the stairs, Sally veered right along a passage, at the end of which were double glass doors.
"Here we are, the Executive Dining Room. Let's hope the doors are unlocked."
Sally tried a door and it opened.
"Good, now I have just had an idea for our first photograph. You get to the other side and press your body as hard as you can against the glass. Squish your tits as flat as you can, your tummy as well, and try to get that lovely quim of yours against the glass too."
Emily did as Susan asked, but she had to bend her knees and place the balls of her feet slightly behind in order to keep her balance. Turning her head to one side and pressing her cheek against the glass, Emily managed to have all the requisite parts of her body pressing against the glass. She completed the pose by raising her hands up to either side of her head and pressing the palms against the glass.
"Fantastic pose," Sally thought, and she snapped the photograph.
Emily came back out through the door to see how the photo turned out. As the seconds passed, the image gradually came into view.
"No good!" they both exclaimed. The glass had reflected the flash back onto the camera.
Emily went back in and resumed the same pose as close as possible to the edge. Sally positioned herself against the opposite wall and snapped a second shot, hoping the angle was enough to avoid any reflection. This time it was, and a clear photograph was obtained.
