This story begins immediately after chapter 8, so read that first...
Driving to work, I almost forgot about the previous night and the card I had, as my mind flipped to what I had to accomplish that day. I even forgot that I didn't have any panties on as I fought the traffic, trying to get to the office on time.
As soon as I got it, It was a whirlwind of meetings, decisions, emails, spreadsheets and everything else the modern office has to offer. All morning it wasnt unless I crossed my legs that I remembered I was completely bare, and I got a little charge each time. It made me imagine what my assistant might think, or my boss, if they knew that professional Susan was actually slut Susan, and spent her time submitting to strippers turned fitness instructors and fast food workers.
Finally at lunch I had a moment to breathe, and thought again of the card. Fishing it out, I googled the name to see what I could find, and the answer was not much. Other than an entry on yelp, and a phone number, there was almost nothing about T&J, which struck me as odd. So I called them, and a perky woman answered the phone, "Hello!"
Then I realized I didn't know what to say. What did I want? Should I tell them Caroline told me to call?
I stuttered out, "Hhhello. Um I wanted to come in, um do I need an appointment?"
"It really depends on what you want done, a piercing? A tattoo? A body mod?"
"Ummm I'm not sure, I've just been thinking of getting some work done..."
I could hear her laugh, "Oh we get some folks who want a change but don't know what they want.. Or maybe don't want to tell me over the phone. I'll tell you what hun, why don't you stop by and you can meet with Sal. Everyone who can't make up their mind thinks Sal is the best. We are open 'till 9 if you want to come today, just park out front and look for me. I'm Donna."
I quickly hung up. Crap, I was even more confused now. What was I going there for? Does Caroline know Sal? Did she want me to make up my own mind or had she made my choice already? I was so confused, was I submitting to something new, or not?
Just then I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
It was my assistant Peggy.
"Sorry, were you on the phone? I just have some things to go over with you, but don't want to disturb you."
"That's ok! I want to get some painting done in the house, but can't choose a color, so I am setting an appointment with a decorator," I lied quickly, "But come in, let's get this done. Sit on the sofa."
One of the perks of my position was an office big enough for a sofa that sat three people. I crossed the room and sat on one end while Peggy sat at the other. Peggy was not long out of college, and just a little thing. She was something of a southern beauty- blond hair, sweater sets that covered an ample chest, and always a skirt with stockings and pumps. She had always seemed a bit shy to me, but personable and engaging when you got her talking. I had no idea of her outside life or interests outside of a few tv shows we both watched.
We started chatting about the tasks she wanted to go over, the weather, and one of those shows (hello Love Island). I casually crossed my legs as I was sitting there, thanking my lucky stars that I had worn a longer dress, and short of spreading my legs she would never know my secret.
Unthinkingly I half kicked off my sandal and started jiggling my foot, so the heel of the sandal bounced on my heel. It was just a nervous tick that I sometimes did when I was bored or restless. However as I was talking, I noticed Peggy's eyes drawn towards my legs.
Hmmmm this was interesting. Was she just distracted by my flipping my sandal or was there something more? Intrigued, I kept it up to see what happened. Sure enough, though she was still talking, I could see her eyes dart to my foot. I decided to push a bit further, dangling my leg on my knee and flipping my sandal hard enough to flip it off.
I looked down at my foot and chuckled, while I stretched my toes and arched my foot, "Oooh even with sandals, sometimes it feels nice to take off your shoes," I said, looking at Peggy's face.
Her eyes were focused on my bare foot, which made me smile inside. 'Come here little fly and enter my web' I thought to myself. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and starting to get wet. I again became aware that I had no panties on and got another charge.
Now that I had one off, I uncrossed my legs and reached down to slip off the other. Flexing my toes in the carpet, I said "Oh that feels nice."
I looked up at her and noticed a little blush on her face, and the tip of her tongue darted between her lips.
I decided to press it a little, "I have to say it feels a little naughty when you are in public and take something off that everyone else is wearing, even if it's just your shoes."
Little did she know that I wasn't talking about just shoes. I kept getting wet and shifted in my seat, getting a little charge as the rough denim brushed against me. As I sat, I lifted up my legs and stretched them straight out in front of me, flexing my calves and pointing my toes.
"Ooh I need a stretch", I said, as I slowly slid down on the sofa, bringing my dress up a little higher on my legs.
"I really need a new pedicure, don't you think? What color should I get?" I continued as I looked Peggy right in the eyes, "What color would look good on me?"
I could see the flush in her face, which only got me more excited.
"Um, I don't know, I like red, but I know some people think that looks racy," she said as I felt her eyes travel up my legs.
I burst out laughing, "Racy! Are you a grandma from 1950? People have called me lots of names I can't share in the office, but racy was never one."
Peggy got more red in the face, this time out of embarrassment, not excitement, making me feel a little bad.
"Oh don't worry I'm just kidding. It's cute to use words like that."
As soon as I said that, she got even redder and looked down. I quickly changed the conversation and turned it back to business and saw her calm down as we discussed more professional matters. I knew we would be wrapping up soon, so I decided to try one last thing to see her response.
Shifting on the sofa, I stood up and held the sides of my dress. I pulled it up my legs. It wasn't like I flashed her, I just lifted it to my knees and then sat back on the sofa with my feet under my butt. Having completely forgotten about my lashing I winced as I sat back down.
I had achieved what I wanted. My bare legs and feet were off to the side as I leaned against the back of the sofa. You could see my calves and just above my knees and I parted my legs just slightly so if you stared you might think you could see something.
I was quickly rewarded as my southern belle could not help stare at my legs and I could see her eyes drawn to the hidden space between my thighs. I also quickly decided that I might get in trouble with HR if I went further today without thinking this through.
I looked at the clock on the wall, "Oh Peggy, if you are done, we should wrap up," I said as I got up and made a show of smoothing my dress over my legs.
She rose from the sofa as well and prepared to leave. As we walked to the door, I quickly stepped in front of her before I opened it. I reached up and brushed her hair before I put my hand on her bicep, gently patting it.
"I just want you to know that I didn't mean to make fun of you or embarrass you. I just hadn't heard that word in a long time and it just struck me as funny." While saying this I rubbed her arm gently and could feel a slight quiver in her muscle.