Office Girl Allison Ch. 13—Left Bank
© William D'Ark
This story is NSFW and for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains graphic language and numerous sexually explicit scenes related to power exchange and exhibitionist-voyeur relationships, as well as bondage, discipline, and sado-masochistic (BDSM) lifestyles that may be considered offensive by some readers. All depicted sexual and/or BDSM activity in this work is intended to be expressly consensual between adults. All characters and events are entirely fictional and any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental.
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I walked in the front door of Left Bank in Menlo Park at about four thirty that Thursday afternoon. I had expected the place to be pretty quiet but the restaurant's bar was already crowded. Allison and Adele had arrived ahead of me with Allison sitting on a faux leather bar stool sipping what looked like lemonade. Adele was standing in front of her, a white long-sleeved sweater draped across the bar stool behind her. The thin tee she was wearing was still highlighted by dark areolas and tight nipples peering out from underneath. Good. She had taken off the sweater on purpose, staying with the impressive braless presentation given to my small team working alone at the office that day.
Positioned between Allison's legs, Adele's hand was stroking Allison's bare sex.
Naked labia were half lit by reflected sunlight illuminating parted knees and the crotchless leggings Allison had worn to the office. Naked labia were half lit by reflected sunlight illuminating parted knees and the crotchless leggings Allison had worn to the office. An open, available pussy wasn't meant to be shared with my staff; it was part of her contract commitment as my daytime property — as an office submissive. The grey tights lay beneath a mid-thigh length open-weave mohair cardigan I had purchased for her earlier in the month.
Allison was also braless, showing most of the detail of full upturned breasts tipped with equally impressive nipples. ...Something that
was
meant to be shared with staff.
Allison was listening intently to whatever Adele was saying. I watched her hips move as fingertips lightly stroked her sex. Had other people been watching this intimate play before I arrived? It wasn't obvious but, if so, no one had interfered.
Both Allison and Adele had chosen to share their bodies at work that holiday Thursday in late December. I had called on my staff to spend a half day of the company's two week intercession reworking our filing system in advance of the coming New Year. The women's boldness, their willingness to talk about and show breasts and nipples with the rest of the team - all male - had quickly turned into a kind of confidence building exercise on their part. As a decades long lifestyle Dom I had learned that such a shift in conduct was... well, inevitable really... once a woman begins to explore consensual power exchange, dominance-and-submission and the freedoms found in this amazing lifestyle. Most women
live
to be admired for their beauty. ...As well as for their intelligence and creativity, of course. But our species is hardwired when it comes to seeing women's bodies as classic art even if we aren't conscious of being programmed this way. A ten thousand year old blueprint has been tightly woven to our DNA. When women are given an opportunity to show themselves
comme la vie —
'as life' — supported by their partner and with the approval of bystanders, they will nearly always lean towards the nerve-wracking excitement of revealing themselves to strangers.
After that, it's just a matter of degree. The experience will never leave them. It usually leads to more, and to bolder exploits with time.
This is exactly what we all hope for, men and women alike, deep down inside. Women's bodies are an archetype of art, vitality, sexual pleasure and creation.
I was teaching Allison how to show and share and tease — revealing part of her personal art — in the ways she dressed or behaved at the office. It was written into our daytime power exchange agreement. She was responding well, inventing new ways to push the limits. Enjoying eroticism, exhibitionism, sensuality, sex and frequent daily orgasms as part of everyday life. At home, at work, elsewhere... it didn't matter.
This was to be her way of life from now on, I was sure.
Adele? She was the wild card I was still trying to figure out. A senior member of my team, she had suddenly reversed what I considered to be a traditional, fundamentalist set of mannerisms — admitting that she and her ex-husband had been anything
but
conservative in their private lives. Further explaining that after their divorce, she and her eight year old daughter had turned to her mother's Baptist church for emotional and psychological support. Some of their lessons could have leaked over to her work life the past couple of years. Now... though she hadn't really
said this
to me... she seemed to have begun looking for a more rewarding, exciting way of life. Particularly as she studied the changes in Allison over the past few months.
The two women, both in their late twenties, lived near each other in the South Bay—Silicon Valley—the sprawling residential region that until recent times had been orange groves and orchards. Their daughters were also close in age, attending the same school, giving the two moms reason to spend time together outside of work. I couldn't tell how close the friendship was till...
...Till I watched Allison daringly show for Adele in the Menlo Park bar. Till I watched her squirm and wriggle hips in response to the Adele's ongoing, uninhibited attention.
In a public place lit by fading December sunlight.
Scanning the room, I found a table towards the back that was large enough for three. I wound my way through the chatty crowd and laid my jacket across one of the four chairs. I sat with my back to the wall, watching my two female staff members interact. The angle had changed; Adele's back was to me. It was my turn to once again admire Allison's braless breasts beneath the loosely woven mohair threading. As she turned in the swivel chair... or gestured... the breasts moved too. Their sway was hypnotic even at my distance. Like watching live creatures moving on their own. It seemed as if the erect nipples, thick as small tree stumps, struggled to poke through the widely spaced sweater threads. What a sight she was with barely covered breasts available for anyone to see and enjoy.
Adele kept Allison's gaze, still speaking intently. I watched the tip of her middle finger slip between the partially visible labia. Although Allison would at times try to close her knees or turn away, Adele seemed insistent if not demanding. She would pull at the insides of Allison's grey tights then nestle herself closer to the prize, all the time talking low. Allison seemed transfixed, hypnotized. Gazing back at Adele she would sometimes nod, sometimes arch her back... Was it Allison's clit Adele kept tickling? Had it already swollen enough to present itself? I couldn't quite see as Allison moved here and there on the swiveling seat.
Allison had worn a butt plug for me at the office. I hadn't given her permission to remove it. Maybe that's why her hips kept up the slight back and forth motion as Adele played on, edging Allison, it occurred to me, working her sex then stopping for a moment or two... then going back there again. Talking who knew
what
as she teased the shadowy exposed sex.
Was she preparing Allison to
cum
..? Midafternoon, seated at the Left Bank bar?
It wasn't long before two men standing at the far end of the bar began to express some interest. I watched one of them speak with the bartender and gesture towards the women. Soon after the bartender interrupted Adele's attentions with two fresh drinks.
Courtesy of the gentlemen over there,
he seemed to say, gesturing with his head.
The intrusion gave Allison an opportunity to turn away from Adele, twirling her seat towards the bar. She downed the first lemonade-looking drink then took up and sipped the new one. Adele turned to wave
thank you!
But before the men could make their way closer, Allison rose up, handbag in hand, and excused herself making towards the ladies room. I watched the breasts jostle then the backside jiggle as she crossed the room. A few heads turned her way. The two men stopped in their tracks, lifting their drinks as she passed by.
Hurry back,
one of them said. Adele then welcomed their attention as they made their way closer. She smiled and laughed and talked loudly, her words lost in the ambient noise. The men loomed over her slight frame.
I was considering what to do when a waitress appeared to take my drink order.
'A double-Jack Daniels on ice,' I told her. 'And would you mind performing a bit of a rescue for me? My friend Adele over there is about to be swept away by two guys she doesn't know. Would you tell her I've arrived and am waiting?'
'Happy to, sir,' she replied. 'Those guys are here a lot. They sometimes win, sometimes lose.'
I smiled, handing her a ten dollar bill. 'Today let's make sure they lose.'
Allison soon spied me sitting alone in the corner as she reentered the room. She grimaced, tapping Adele on the shoulder as the waitress approached them. Closing conversation with the two men... a look over their shoulders in my direction... the waitress gathered up unfinished drinks and escorted the two women away from the bar. She placed their drinks across from me as the women settled into chairs.
'I'll be right back with your drink, sir,' she said. 'And three bar menus?'
I nodded yes, watching the two men settle into the bar seats Allison and Adele had vacated.
Adele was quiet as she folded the sweater into her lap.
Allison hadn't even said good evening.
I opened the conversation. 'Someone care to tell me what's going on?'
Allison looked at Adele looking at Allison.
'Forget those two knuckleheads,' I continued. 'You both would have hated yourself in the morning. I was here long enough to see there's something up between you two anyway. At the office, even, you two were having a stare-down. Something's up. Who wants to explain?'
