"I swear; before the end of this day, I'm gonna choke somebody... and not in a good way," Bill grumbled.
He'd meant it as a joke; complaining about yet another idiot customer. But, his young -- barely half his age -- coworker's reaction caused a long, loud laugh.
"How do you choke someone in a good way?" Mel mused.
He looked at her for moment.
"You mean... oh..." she said, finally; realizing what he meant. "Oh, my."
A few minutes later, they split up to work in different areas.
At lunch time, Bill sat in his usual quiet corner in a small area outside the break room. Mel walked past. Their eyes met, and both laughed, remembering their inside joke.
"Mind if I join you?" Mel requested, reappearing moments later, holding her lunch bag.
"Not at all," he declared, waving at a chair across the table. "Please."
He waited. It took about five minutes -- longer than he expected.
"So, do you...," she began. "I mean... have you..."
"Do I, have I, what?" he pressed.
"You know," she appealed, suddenly shy.
"No, I don't," he argued, feigning innocence.
Mel glanced around, surreptitiously.
"Do you like to... choke... people," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "'in a good way.'"
He stared into her eyes, trying to judge if answering truthfully would earn him a trip to HR.
"I do," he admitted.
Her mouth hung open.
"You?" he tested.
"I've never..." she mumbled. "And, I've never been..."
"But, you're interested in it," he quipped.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Of course you are," he insisted. "That's why you're asking."
"Well, maybe," she allowed.
"Find someone to do it," he suggested. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't have a problem doing that."
There could be no disputing her beauty. The olive-skinned, hazel-eyed, brunette stood 5'9", with an athletic build. When not gathered up in a ponytail, her hair hung down to her waist. Her work clothes always covered her C-cup breasts. But, even uniform pants could not disguise her full, shapely ass -- something most of her male co-workers, and some of the females, admired.
"I could never ask my boyfriend to do that," she blurted.
"Why not?" he pushed.
"He'd think I'm some kind of deviant," she stated.
"Like me?" he returned.
"I didn't say that," she objected.
"That's what you're thinking, though," he sneered. "But, think about yourself. You thought about it the whole time between when we split up and now. Didn't you?"
She shook her head.
"Bullshit," he spat. "You never sit with me. Now, all of a sudden, here you are."
"I can leave," she sniffed, shifting in her seat.
"You can," he agreed. "Nobody's holding you by the neck; forcing you to stay."
"You're evil, aren't you?" she said, not entirely kidding.
He didn't respond.
"I'd better go," she chattered, standing and collecting her food.
"See you later, Mel," he chirped, watching her gorgeous ass swing side to side as she walked away.
The next day, their lunch breaks again coincided. Once more, she joined him. They greeted each other, then fell silent. As he'd done the day before Bill waited.
"Would you?" Mel solicited, vaguely.
"Would I what?" Bill replied, answering her question with a question.
She sighed, knowing he was going to force her to say it.
"Choke me," she grumbled.
"What about your boyfriend?" he returned.
"He wouldn't know," she stated.
"Did you ask him about it?" Bill goaded.
"I told you, I can't," she hissed.
"Rather than have your boyfriend think you like deviant sex acts," Bill mocked, "you'd have a stranger do things to you that are meant to make you orgasm?"
Mel stood to leave.
"Sit the fuck down," Bill growled.
She froze. Staring at him, she slowly sank back into the chair.
"It seems like, in addition to being choked, you need a good, hard spanking to teach you some respect," he fumed.
Her eyes went wide.
"Now, answer my question," he demanded.
"Yes," she mewled.
"Yes, what?" he pushed.
"Yes, I want you to... choke me," she said.
"And?" he coaxed.
"And... make me cum," she added.
"You need to be very sure that's what you want," he advised her. "I don't want to hear any 'I feel so bad; I cheated on my boyfriend' bullshit the next day."
"Well, I wouldn't be cheating on him," she responded. "Not exactly."
"How do you figure that?" he challenged. "I'd be making you cum. You'd be making me cum."
"What do you mean I'd make you cum?" she returned. "I'm not going to fuck you."
"There are other ways to..." he began.
"No," she said. "That's not what I want."
"What did you think would happen?" he grumbled. "I'd make you cum half a dozen times, then walk away with blue balls?"
Mel shrugged.
"I love to make a woman cum. And, I do my best to make it happen over and over," he continued, "but, at some point, I need to get off, too."
"I didn't think about that," she admitted, quietly.
"You might want to consider it," Bill scoffed.
"I will," she said, then began munching on a carrot stick.
For several minutes, they ate in silence.
"If we were to do this, hypothetically," she pondered, at last, "how would you... make me cum?"
"Well, hypothetically..." he began, "I would have you strip down. Then, I'd have you sit on my lap, facing away, so I can reach around to choke you with one hand, and play with your pussy with the other. That way, your ass will rub against my cock while you wiggle. So, it's kind of like getting a lap dance."
A small moan escaped her lips.
