As I followed Kate I already knew that there would be no way she'd be allowing me to go to work that day. I'd only returned to her flat for my purse but I was unable to stop the slut as she kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue sliding into my mouth to meet mine. Her hands wandered all over my body touching me wherever she damn well pleased. Fingers slipped into my bra... wandered down to the waistband of my trousers until my clothes seemed to come off me in one seamless movement - she had no struggles with zips or hooks like my boyfriends did. I was butt naked and spread wide on the bed before I could say knife.
After gently biting my neck Kate moved on down to my nipples, and began licking and sucking them in turn. As she raised her head back up and invaded my mouth with her tongue once again, she slid two fingers inside me. I groaned out loud, but I was worried. I was due into work in an hour and said so to her as she began stroking my clit with her thumb.
"Call them and say you are ill", was her answer as she rang our workplace then handed me her mobile. Despite me clamping my legs tight shut, she forced them open again and began licking me out while I tried to talk and explain my absence. As I tried hard not to hump Kate's mouth with my pussy, I heard the news that I'd called in sick being relayed by the sous chef to my colleagues who all laughed. It was then that I realised that they already knew where I'd gone to sleep off our excesses of the night before. My cheeks flamed red and hot at the thought of what they must be saying, and I wondered what kind of a hard time I'd have at work when I next showed up for a shift.
I also wondered if my unscheduled sleepover had been planned and if Kate had got what she wanted with the help of our workmates -- perhaps a couple of them had helped get me drunk so that I would forget the time.
Kate suddenly stopped giving my soaking snatch her full attention, and got up and walked off to the bathroom. Suddenly left hanging; I begged her to come back and finish what she started, but when she did she was holding a razor. However I wasn't afraid. I knew her very well so I instantly realised what she wanted me to do. But I was determined that my pubic hair was going nowhere.
She demanded to shave me but I was adamant that this was not happening. In the end she got the message and simply asked me to do it myself saying she hated to go down on a hairy minge. I thought about this and remembered that the licking out Kate had given me the previous night was quite the most fabulous I'd ever experienced. I had to have her continue stroking my throbbing clit with her tongue more than I've ever needed anything in my life. But I was terrified of a razor being anywhere near my inner labia and began to plead with Kate using this as a reason to refuse.
She seemed to back down and I relaxed when she said, "Come on then get dressed, let's go out for breakfast -- I'll treat you". Although I'd have rather Kate continued to lick my pussy, I got dressed and an hour later had to admit I felt very much better with a double espresso and a fry up down my neck.
On the way back to Kate's flat, she steered me into a beauty salon saying she wanted to drop in on a friend who worked there. Once we were inside I quickly realised I'd been tricked. I wasn't sure if the beautician who came over was a man or woman but he or she certainly seemed to know Kate. And it wasn't long before my panties were off again and I was laid out with my legs spread ready to have my pubic hair removed. Kate remained in the room despite my protests and seemed keen to watch the proceedings.
