PART 3: "All That Fluid is Damn Good For You"
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Melissa froze in position, her frame stooped low, almost half squatting. She had one hand on the open, bottom drawer in Amara's desk, her head hovering just above it; just above Amara's handbag nestled in the drawer, and just above the drenched pair of panties that lay at the top of the handbag. The sodden state of the panties was all too apparent. In certain folds and crevices lay deposits of a thick creamy-white fluid, and the gusset of the knickers was covered by a thick, fluid-like, slimy mucus.
An eerie silence descended upon Amara's office, each woman seemingly entrapped in their own deeply private thoughts.
Amara's predicament was that she had been rumbled and didn't know how her boss was going to react. She couldn't remember if there was any company policy against masturbating in the office; come to think of it, she couldn't remember having ever worked anywhere where there was such a rule, although many workplaces forbade sexual intercourse. Was she going to get fired for having sex in her office? When she really, actually, hadn't?
But Amara knew that office sex was the least of her worries. Her professional behaviour that afternoon was, however, clearly of concern; the fact that she had decided to satisfy the urgent hunger that had attacked her cunt, and in doing so, had failed to complete an important task: to confirm a critical appointment in their marketing campaign. Amara hoped she would be rescued by her otherwise exemplary performance scores in the three years she had worked at the firm--until today.
Melissa was clearly caught in a predicament of her own. She seemed unable to move, as if paralysed in situ by the overpowering stench emanating from the handbag. Her nostrils flared wide at the pungent aroma of Amara's pussy, her eyes apparently fixated on the dirty material and on the creamy-whitish coat distributed all over it--pasty in places and slimy in others.
The more Melissa stood there, poised above her drawer, the more perplexed Amara became. What was Melissa doing? From where she stood, Amara could mostly only see Melissa's back, and half a side of her face. Amara did not understand why Melissa was not moving, her head almost literary in the drawer. She was embarrassed by the fact that Melissa was now looking--even staring--at her soiled and drenched underwear, and it mortified her to know that Melissa could see splashes of her vaginal secretions, obviously mixed in with scrapes from the skin of her pussy, and with the mucus from inside it; and maybe a stray pubic hair here and there that might have escaped her shaving razor. Amara expected Melissa to recoil in sheer disgust at such filth, if not solely from the strength of the musty stench.
Yet, Melissa did not recoil in disgust or show any revulsion. She simply continued staring at the material, her nose just inches above the gusset of Amara's panties. Melissa was directly inhaling the odour that was now rapidly dominating the air in the office, overpowering the spraying Amara had done just minutes earlier.
Whatever Melissa was doing, it completely mystified Amara, who decided that she needed to get her boss out of that drawer and away from her embarrassing undergarment. To do that, she needed to break the silence.
"I...I'm so sorry," she said. "I mean, I can explain."
"Was this all you?" asked Melissa.
"What...?" Amara said. The question was completely unexpected and did not make any sense.
Melissa, who had not moved from her position, reached into Amara's bottom drawer with both hands, her movements as if she were handling a fragile item that might break. She lifted Amara's handbag from the drawer, careful to hold it in such a way that it remained wide open. Melissa's gaze did not shift from the sordid piece of material as she turned to face Amara.
"Was this all you," Melissa said, "As in, did all this pussy juice and all these sticky, creamy deposits come out of one pussy? Your pussy?"
"Uhm...yes?"
"Oh, my God!" Melissa literally shouted the exclamation.
Was that it? Was Melissa finding it hard to believe that one pussy could have produced so much fluid; that one cunt had made so much of a mess? Did she think that there might have been other women with her, and that multiple pussies might have wiped themselves on the same pair of panties? What a ridiculous thought, Amara concluded.
It was true that she had produced an incredible amount of fluid, and it had come as a surprise even to her. Granted, Amara was normally a gusher. But today had been special; far beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
"Look, I can explain," Amara offered.
"Are your panties literally dripping with juices from your pussy--just your pussy--because you spent the afternoon masturbating all over this office building?"
"I...I...don't know what to say."
"How on earth did you manage to get your pussy to produce so much fluid, so much cum?"
"I...I...." Amara was more than flustered. "It just happened."
And that was when some of the most incredible words came out of the mouth of Amara's boss.
Half sighing, half whispering the words, Melissa said, almost dreamily: "The state of these panties has made me lose interest in all your wrong-doing this afternoon."
"Wow!" Amara exclaimed, not believing the words she had just heard. "I was not expecting that! I thought you were going to recommend that I get fired."
"That thought never even crossed my mind," Melissa said. "But okay, look, I'm your boss, and so I have to make sure that when it comes to your job, you are putting in performance excellence at all times. Having said that, the last two minutes have shown me--literally shown me--that what we are dealing with here today is far more profound than one missed appointment."
Amara was too shocked to say anything.
"Look Amara," Melissa continued. "I can see what's going on, here. It's pretty obvious, at this stage, that something happened; something happened during your lunch which triggered all this. It overpowered you, and I want to know what it was."
"You want to know what turned me on?" Amara was still in shock. "But why?"
"If there was something that triggered this amount of cum, I'm certainly very interested in knowing what it is."
"Oh, I see...."
"Yes," Melissa said. "And, I'm not asking you as your boss, but as a woman. I am pretty sure that whatever it was; it was so powerful that you couldn't wait to finish yourself off, starting in the lift, and continuing right here. I am really intrigued at how one vagina could have done all this. Did you take some drugs? Is that why you had the accident?"
"No, of course I did not take any drugs!" Amara protested.
"But, please, Amara, I need you to just square with me."
