Let's get ice cream, Mrs. Jacobs
Everyone is over eighteen
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Dorothy Jacobs, Owner/Franchisee of the ice cream shop usually spent Monday in the store's back office going over inventory, receiving new product, and generally doing all the normal paper work associated with a business.
Out of habit she would check the automatic video of the shop taken in the past week. She hadn't had any problems with her two current employees, viewing the video was just something she did.
Scrolling through the previous week, everything looked normal until she got to Saturday afternoon and a virtually naked woman walked in and engaged Melissa in a conversation, then turned and left.
Her next surprise, came in the Sunday portion, at the shift hand-off she was startled to see Melissa kissing Chad before departing.
Now, Dorothy was a woman quite used to demanding, and getting, obedience from her staff. They were generally community college students, living on tight budgets and reluctant to do anything that would cost them a job.
Dorothy was a divorcee in her middle thirties. She'd gotten the shop, house, and car in the divorce five years earlier.
Just five foot four, Dorothy kept herself in fine shape. She'd never be described as petite nor beautiful. Instead she carried a firm body with a tight butt, and medium sized breasts. A brunette with hazel eyes she could carry a range of looks from warm to cold, sexy to angry. Someone seeing her for a first time would describe her as good looking, yet coldly aristocratic.
Right now she sensed an opportunity and sent messages to both Chad and Melissa that they should come to her house immediately.
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While relaxing between fuck sessions the two read the messages, look at each other, and shrug, not knowing what this was about.
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At her home, Dorothy takes them to her office and shows them the portion of the tape where they kiss, and then demands to know what is going on in her shop.
"Actually nothing," said Melissa, "He said something nice to me, and I gave him a little kiss. That's all."
"Well I think something else is going on, and if you don't do what I say, you'll both be fired!"
"And what," asked Chad, "Do you expect us to do?"
"Strip!"
"What?"
"You heard me, show me what you two have been playing with."
The two looked at each other, then Chad responded: "Yeah, no. If I remember right, and I do, last year I installed that video system. And, I do believe it included sound. So if you listened to it, you would know nothing improper was said.
"Soo," Piped in Melissa; "We'll strip, but so will you. And if you want some of his fine cock, well, we can arrange it. But no threats."
"Otherwise I go public about your threats." Added Chad.
Scanning between the two, Dorothy knew her bluff had been called, but at the same time the ante had been raised. If she wanted either of them, or both, she would have to play the game their way.
She licked her lips as her eyes dropped to the bulge in Chad's shorts, and when she looked up into his eyes, she knew she would play their way.
Before she could say, or do, anything, Melissa stepped behind her; "Let me help you ..." as she removed Dorothy's shirt. She placed light kisses on the neck and shoulder before her, eliciting a moan and shiver from Dorothy.
"Watch him." She heard as hands cupped her breasts through her bra.
Chad stood before her, slowly removing his shirt and kicking off his sandals. His hand dropped to cup his obviously growing cock through his shirt.
"Her tits, show them to me."
Melissa released the clasp and then pulled the cups away.
Dorothy offered no resistance, her arms hanging to her side, her eyes locked on Chad's face. As from a distance, she felt the hands on her breasts, It was only when fingers pinched nipples that she focused back on them. And shivered.
Chad and Melissa traded places, he stood behind the compliant Dorothy, his hands running across her belly.
Melissa swayed to music only she could hear in front of Dorothy, her hands caressing the sides of her breasts, squeezing them as an offering.
As Melissa removed her shirt, Chad's fingers slipped into Dorothy's pants and down to the beginning of a well trimmed bush. His fingers sought lower, brushing over her excited clit, and down into her juicy quim.
"Oh God," she murmured, as a small orgasm shook her.
Simultaneously Melissa dropped her shorts and Chad pushed Dorthy's pants down.
Dorothy licked her lips at the sight of Melissa's bare gash, already gaping open in anticipation. A drop of fluid beading on one lip.
Melissa took in the slit before her, Chad's fingers already exploring well within. And then she stepped forward until her nipples brushed Dorothy's skin. She leaned forward, the hunger in her eyes reflecting that in Dorothy's.
She kissed - lightly. Lips to lips.
Dorothy leaned forward, wanting more, but held in place by Chad and his exploring fingers. She moaned in frustration, until Melissa stepped fully against her and kissed her again. Fully this time, tongue exploring tongue, lips pressed to lips .
Dorothy's hands rose, pulling Melissa's face to her.
In her own way trying to re-establish her dominance.
Melissa would have none of it. She pushed the hands back down. "No. You are ours."
She turned Dorothy around. "Kneel, remove his shorts."
With shaking hands Dorothy obeyed. As Chad stood before her, his shorts tenting, she ran hands up his legs, marveling at the firmness. They slid over his firm cock, squeezing the material tightly. And then she grasped the waist band.
