Hi. My name is Michelle. I'm 39, single, just coming out of a four year relationship; bitch just up and left me one day. A note on the kitchen table, her things gone -- and a few of mine, thank you very much!! Sigh! Oh well. I cried for a week. Now I just go back and forth between numb and angry. Umm, you didn't start this story to hear about my trials and tribulations, so I'll get started.
I'm supervisor of my department; I've been there since I came out of college actually. I know -- a bit unusual in this day and age. Truth be told -- ours is a company that doesn't particularly pay all that well in the beginning; they make it that way to see if people will stick around. If they do, and many don't, then the rewards - and money - begin to grow quite nicely as you move up the ladder. This is my fourth promotion; I'm up over $75,000 per year. It's not a queen's ransom but it makes for a comfortable lifestyle. I have my own place; well, yes -- the bank owns it, I pay my 'tithe' every month. A car, not new, but recent and paid for -- I like it. A car in the city is a bit much, but it comes in handy now and then.
On to the story. I have several friends I've met online over the years; all women, of course -- oh, sorry, yes, I'm gay. You may have gathered as much. I was online with one of them one night and the talk had come back, again, to the subject of a girl I had taken notice of at work. Here's some of the dialogue:
She: So you fancy someone at work? testing
Me: actually yes ...
She: (Giggle) there's your story
Me: If I did something at work, it might be non-consensual ... a straight girl makes a mistake and gets taken ...
She: Exactly, you want to keep your job, you have to please me sort of thing
Me: it's dangerous -- her being straight and both of us working at the same company
She: Yes, it's dangerous, after a fashion -- but that adds to the sense of excitement in it -- that, and, of course, you turning this young, inexperienced young woman ... introducing her to sex between women
Me: I know, it does ... I see her every day and think of her at night -- often. wink Have you done this with any in your department?
She: Oh yes, quite. There are several who now serve me, and in fact, they are often 'helpers' as I introduce a newbie ... if one of my pets has been particularly 'good' she gets to enjoy the 'rookie'
The object of my attention? Her name is Carmen. She is from Pittsburgh, stunningly beautiful. Came to our city to go to college and stayed afterward. Gorgeous, soft brown eyes, full lips, a gorgeous round face, long, straight, beautiful dark brown hair. Short, but a completely stunning, slender figure with a bust that could bring me to 'flood stage' all too quickly, thank you so much. She wasn't shy; quiet would be more apt. Family: one (a sister) of two children, devout Italian Catholics. Parents: a stay-at-home mother, and a dad who, apparently, does well. I overheard her in the lunch room one day complaining to one of the other young women that she hadn't had a date in some time. Men are such idiots.
So my friend rather egged me on. It was decided that, having read her resume again, I would approach her under the guise of needing help editing a story for a 'friend.' The friend was me, of course -- she need not know that. I was writing dialogue for a conversation and had gotten stuck on a few phrases. It was rather obvious from the dialogue that it was between two women and very graphic. I would set the 'trap' so to speak with the dialogue, and, at my friend's suggestion add to it with a little something special. I would wet the paper with the juices from my pussy. My scent on them, we thought, would be unmistakable and I would be closely observing her reaction to it. Just one page -- it should be enough.
So the trap was set, the prey baited. I waited for the day; it was a late afternoon -- most had left. I had seen to it she'd been given extra work that would require her to stay late -- as it was a time sensitive task. The caring boss (me) came by to check on the young, unsuspecting employee. My mouth wasn't the only thing watering as I approached her.
"Carmen, I see you're here late today. Is the report going to be finished by tomorrow as the client has requested?"
"Oh yes absolutely, Ms. Johnson; really, I've got most of it either finished or nearly finished. I thought I'd stay a bit late and re-check a few things to make sure they match up correctly; then I shouldn't have to worry about the final numbers being right."
"That's simply brilliant of you dear; good thinking -- save you a lot of extra worry at the end. I knew I could count on you."
She blushed beautifully. I wanted to fall to my knees and have her right there. "Ms. Johnson, you've made me blush (wink) at your kind words. Thank you so much."
"You must have plans tonight -- someone as young and lovely as you must have someone interested."
Her face fell. I actually felt bad for her; it was a bit cruel. "Umm, no, I'm not seeing anyone right now." I changed topics.
"Carmen, if I remember, you majored in English in college."
"Yes, I did; a double major actually, English and Accounting."
"Ah yes, that's right. Well, did you do some writing in your studies? Other than the usual papers and things?"
"Why yes. In fact, I wrote some poetry now and then, and had my hand at writing some little short stories and things."
"Oh my! Really? I do hope you let that find its wings and grow. I wonder if I might ask for your help. A friend of mine, who I've met online, has sent me a story of hers to edit. Part of it is dialogue and I'm stuck with a few pieces of it. Would you mind taking a peek at it -- on your free time, of course, and see if you can untangle some of the phrases that I can't seem to fix properly?"
"Oh that would be just wonderful. Yes, of course; that's so sweet of you to ask me!"
"Carmen, I don't mean to overstep boundaries -- being your boss and such -- but if you might allow, perhaps I might persuade you to go to dinner with me when you're finished here. We could review and discuss this then." I gave her my sweetest smile.
"No, not at all. I think I might like that. Yes, let me finish and I'll come by your office. Thank you. I think this will be fun." Oh, my darling Carmen, you have no idea!
I counted the minutes as they dragged by. I had gone to the ladies room to add my 'perfume' to the paper.
Twenty two minutes later Carmen knocked on the door. I stood, grabbed my purse and coat, smiled and said, "So did you get accomplished all you'd set out to do?" I walked with her to the elevator, pushed for it, and we waited.
"Yes, I was actually quite pleased. Tomorrow ought to go quite smoothly and quickly. I might have it ready for you early." She smiled. "Thank you so much for the dinner invitation. It was a nice surprise." The elevator door closed. After exiting the building, we chatted as we walked to the restaurant, which was only a block and a half away. I asked for a table; it was early and we were led to a booth. Menus were placed in front of us; our server would be by shortly.
We sat and smiled. I had to avert my eyes from hers; just too gorgeous. I knew exactly what I wanted, and the food here was very good as well. I stared at the menu as if it were in a foreign language.
"I come here fairly often, Carmen; if you have questions about any menu items feel free to ask. I'd be happy to let you know what dishes I personally prefer."
The server came. I ordered a wine. "Please dear, have whatever you choose." She ordered wine as well. How cute. I might see if she might allow herself to have perhaps just a bit too much.
"You've been with us for over a year now, isn't that right, Carmen? I hope your review was satisfactory. I know entry level positions don't pay much; the higher ups do that for a reason. Please don't let that be a discouragement."
"I'm making do, Ms. Johnson. My dad sends me a little bit every month, though it pains me to take it. I live within my means. Given the economy I was happy to find work and I'm enjoying it. The women I work with are mostly my age; that makes it nice too."
"I'm delighted to hear it." Our drinks arrived. We ordered. I lifted my glass. "To your continued success young lady. I do hope you have a successful career." She flushed quite thoroughly again. I watched her as I sipped. She tried to hide it; it was clear she didn't drink wine this good that often.
"So tell me about the writing you've done." She went on and on. Her face got more and more animated as she talked. Oh lord, she truly is beautiful. She used her hands quite a bit as she talked. They're small, thin, and lovely. Her breasts jutted; they threatened to burst the buttons. I wanted them in my mouth. Who needs an appetizer; I was gazing at mine.
"Oh that sounds simply marvelous. I envy you your talent and creativity. I read the stories my friend writes and I just ... they take me away completely. I am drawn into the characters and the story lines. I envy those of you who have the gift."
I thought she might melt at my words. We ate and chatted lightly. I ordered more wine for both of us. She really is a delightful young woman. Much more interesting and well read than one might guess if the only contact with her was at work. I had my mind set on more but this was turning into a very lovely night. She finally asked me about the 'reason' for my invitation.
I laughed softly. "Oh, I know her from online chats and such. It started with an email I sent after reading one of her stories. She replied, we emailed back and forth, and we began chatting. She's very nice, just a bit younger than I am, and in a very lovely relationship with her sweetheart. It's a bit of an odd coincidence; both women work at the same company; one started after their relationship had begun." I smiled sweetly. "Her writing is very hot, very erotic, and extraordinarily well crafted."
Her eyes widened with my every word. "She's a lesbian?" I had to dig my fingernails into my thigh.
"Oh my yes dear, she's very openly gay. They both are. It's quite sweet really; she describes how they live, where they work, and some of their adventures in their life." She was very quiet for a very long time. When the second glass of wine came she took a healthy sip. She stared intently at the glass before she spoke.
"I knew some girls in college who were gay. A few of them came on to me." Her voice went very soft. "I never did do anything with any of them -- but I admit to wondering about it from time to time. My family takes being Catholic very seriously. I don't know if I ..." her voice trailed off.
I tried to bring her back to the 'task.' "Perhaps if I give you the page with the dialogue, you could give it a read and your impressions of how it might be improved." She snapped out of her reverie and nodded. I grabbed the folded page from my purse and set it in front of her. This, I thought, would be interesting. She hesitated for a moment, in contemplation, and slowly opened it, turned it around, and began to read.
Miss: In my lap then pet
Miss: My pet will be treated royally today
Pet: Yes miss ... thank you
Miss: And she does not give me kisses, thank you, she will receive them as a reward for her recent performances.
Pet: Well then, have at me miss ... still in my robe
Miss: Taking your face, your pretty, pretty face, in my hands, cupping your cheeks,
Miss: my thumbs grazing your chin, slowly, lovingly.
Miss: Moving one finger to my mouth, wetting it thoroughly,
Miss: anointing your lips with my saliva
Miss: Glisten
Miss: Shine
