Here's a little more Lena and Justine for those who requested it.
I recommend reading
Salt & Vinegar
first, although this is a stand-alone story.
Enjoy! And please let me know if you'd like more.
Thanks again to Warrior_Wolf for the helpful edits.
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JUSTINE
Friday, finally! I'd had a really shitty week at work. Everyone was under pressure to meet deadlines on the new software project. I'd been putting in twelve hour days and taking work home as well. My temper was frayed, my eyes were square and I swear I dreamt bloody code in the few short hours of sleep I managed to get each night. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes and stretching. I was so ready for the weekend.
The effort had paid off though. We looked like making the deadline and the client was ecstatic. Some of the guys were getting together on Saturday to celebrate and blow off some steam. Dean had asked if I'd like to join them. I wasn't really interested, but I appreciated the gesture. It meant I was part of the team. The code work wasn't as glamorous as the character design and GUI stuff, but solid code was critical to performance. I was a gun, and they knew it.
"Thanks for the offer, Dean, but my partner and I are already doing something on Saturday night."
Probably doing each other, I thought to myself hopefully. Poor Lena was going crazy from lack of attention and, with me all bitchy due to the stress and lack of sleep, there'd been a couple of tense moments over the last few nights. Hmm, 'tense' is probably an understatement. I was already anticipating the make-up sex.
"You sure? We're goin' old school. AD&D version one rules!"
"I'm sure you'll do fine without me. Thanks for the invite though. Maybe another time."
Dean's face froze.
I wondered just how disappointed he was. I knew he sort of liked me. He'd been fishing for ages, trying to figure out how serious a relationship I was in. I'm not sure he even believed I had a partner. I don't really talk about my private life at work. If you're a friend, you don't have to ask. If you're not, you don't need to know. Dean and I got on OK – sharing a pod and all – but that was as far as it went. He was a friendly enough guy; just not a friend.
"Look, I'm really sorry, Dean", I said. "Next time, OK?"
His mouth had now dropped open.
"Horns of the Left Hand Path", he whispered reverently.
"What?"
If this was a D&D reference, I didn't get it.
"Not what! Who."
I realised he was looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Lena sauntering down the aisle towards our pod in the back corner of the office.
You've heard the expression 'an ass that can stop traffic'. Well, Lena's causes gridlock for blocks. Actually, she can cause it in front as well as behind. Her chest is as impressive as her rear. She is one very hot package. Trust me, I know. In intimate detail.
Real live divine goddesses like Lena are as common in the IT world as faultlessly performing Beta releases. They just don't happen. In Lena's wake, guys had stood up and were staring over the cubicle walls at this Friday afternoon miracle. They all wore exactly the same expression as Dean's. It was obvious that Lena was aware of the reaction. Even if she couldn't see the effect she was creating, she couldn't have failed to hear the various exclamations of wonder and appreciation that echoed behind her.
These guys fantasised about women like Lena. They were normal enough in any RPG, with exaggerated assets specifically designed to provide eye candy for socially challenged and sexually frustrated gamers. You just didn't expect to see one appear at work in the flesh.
There was a fair amount of flesh too. Skimpy denim shorts and a cut-away shirt exposed a fair amount of Lena's body. She was playing it up as well. A catwalk model couldn't have topped her performance. Her expression was a wonderful combination of studied nonchalance coupled with a wicked smirk. She was working a little extra into her hips too. One hand swung gently by her side. The other managed to casually stroke up her thigh. That walk was so hot it should have been illegal.
She grinned as she caught my eye. I blew her a soft little kiss with my mouth and smiled back. Nobody noticed, but then I probably could have stripped off and danced naked and everyone's attention still would have been on Lena. She winked. How the girl can make a wink so dirty, I'll never know. I felt myself getting wet.
"I think ... I think she just winked at me", Dean breathed in a weak voice.
I had to smother a laugh before turning back to him with a straight face.
"It's possible..." I conceded.
Dean's not what I'd call handsome, but he's OK looking in a geeky, glasses-wearing kind of way. I suddenly had one of those disturbing cringe thoughts. I wondered just how far
I was
from being a female version of Dean. Lena saved me from any doubt. She walked around the corner of the cubicle, gathered me into her arms and gave me a very passionate kiss. With tongue, the saucy bitch. When we broke, I put my finger up to her lips.
"You've probably caused a number of workplace injuries you know, babe. Blood pressure, whiplash, the odd exploding hard drive; that sort of thing."
Lena coolly surveyed the crowd of extremely attentive spectators.
"Hard drive? That sounds pretty dirty. You might have to show me one of those later", she murmured. Then louder, "What, you boys never seen a woman before?"
I glanced over at Dean. His eyes were popping out of his head. I also realised that Lena's hands were casually placed on my ass where only he could see.
"Um, not off the screen", volunteered one brave soul.
"Well then, you'd better not miss this opportunity."
Lena slowly unbuttoned her shirt and flashed her magnificent breasts.
Her breasts are full, large and perky. I've spent many, many hours in their blessed company. Dusky aureoles and slightly erect nipples showed that she was aroused by all the attention. I stared at them hungrily. I think they're absolutely perfect.
Gasps and reverential profanities throughout the room indicated wide agreement with me. Lena let them appreciate her assets for a couple of heartbeats.
"Right, shows over. Now back to work you fucking perverts!"
Heads bobbed back down like they'd been shot. A few of my colleagues stumbled in a half-crouch for the door.
"Looks like some of them need an urgent trip to the little boys' room", Lena smirked.
"And the bright ones are probably off to beg for a copy of the security footage", I shrugged.
Lena laughed and then turned to Dean.
"Your buddy missed the finale."
Lena's shirt still hung open. The inside slopes and swell of her breasts were very evident. Her proud nipples showed plainly underneath the thin fabric. The piercing through her navel winked in the light.
Dean gulped.
"Looks like he appreciated it just the same", I said.
Dean had a noticeable bulge straining against the front of his trousers. Lena took a step forward and casually batted his crotch with her hand. He whimpered, but couldn't take his eyes off her chest.
"Well, seeing as your Justine's pod pal, you get the special treatment", she said huskily.
She reached down and unfastened Dean's trousers. His cock bulged against his jocks. Lena released it with a practised hand. Dean looked around wildly but was too shocked to do anything else.
"Done that before have you, honey?" I said to her.
"Ah well, you know ..."
Dean's cock sprang free. He was hard indeed. A vein throbbed on one side, snaking its way up the shaft toward his swollen head. His wasn't the biggest dick I'd seen, but it was still quite a respectable size.
"And who said you IT guys weren't studs", leered Lena.
Lena began to play with him. She licked a finger and then ran it around the flange of his head. A drop of cum appeared at the slit and then dribbled slowly downward. She trapped it with her finger tip and then rubbed it up and around the head of his pulsing member. Dean looked almost ready to faint and he reached around desperately to grasp the back of his chair for support. His mouth worked open and closed as Lena stroked his shaft firmly before tugging him lightly and quickly. He reached a hand up toward one of her breasts, but she batted it away with her other hand. Then she licked a finger and began to trace around her nipples, pushing the shirt away so Dean had an unobstructed view. He shuddered and Lena stepped lightly to the side as his cum spewed from him, jetting out in an arc to splatter all over the carpet. He was panting hard and still wore the same wild-eyed look.
"Looks like the cleaners are in for a surprise tonight", I quipped.
I glanced around, but the rest of the office was returning to normality. The half-height divide had hidden the action from everyone. While we were standing close, it looked like we could have been just chatting. Hopefully, no one would come and bother Dean for the rest of the afternoon; otherwise he was going to have some explaining to do. Either that or Lena had just given him office hero status. I snapped my fingers in front of Dean's face until he focussed, then held a tissue out for him.
"Congratulations Dean. You've just been given one of the best hand jobs you'll ever have."
"What do you mean, 'one of the best', bitch?" said Lena.
"Um, er ... thanks ... uh?" queried Dean.
"Sorry Dean, I know it's normal to have introductions before things get intimate; but 'normally' doesn't always apply with Lena. Dean, this is my partner Lena. Lena, Dean."
"Uh, thank you ... Lena. Wait,
she's
your partner Justine! Seven circles of hell! And she's just ..."
"Yes, great isn't she? And you couldn't even begin to imagine what we get up to", I said wickedly.
"Except now he won't sleep for a week trying to, you fucking tease Jus."
