"Where are you going?" I asked Ineke Anderson, our Assistant Accountant at the motor dealership. The bubbly 20 year old, while the same age as me, had a much more vivacious personality. Hailing from Bali, she shared the same dark skin and long, straight black hair as her mother. Today her very slender figure was clad in a short grey pleated skirt, a red jersey top that sat on the shoulders, and high heeled court shoes. Her bare legs were smooth and slim, and she looked very sexy.
"I'm going on a date," she gushed in reply, and I smiled. It was a traditional answer; she used it to describe when she had to go off-site for a work based training course. Like her, we were both being trained on the job – hers was accountancy whilst mine was administration.
"Who're you going with?" I asked, only barely curious as I inspected my nails for any chips in the polish.
"None of your business, Helen," she teased, white teeth flashing in a wide smile. I knew then that she was going with somebody interesting – normally she would tell me straight away who her driver was; either Ken the Pervert or Little Barry.
"Go on, you know you want to tell me," I shot back, giving her my full attention.
"Well...it's James," she replied, then giggled. She turned away and went back to her work.
"Ineke and James, in a tree, K I S S I N G," I called after her, smiling myself now.
Ineke and James, I mused. Two of the best looking employees in the whole damn company. James was our newest salesman – 19, dark spiky hair with blonde highlights, and a gorgeous slow smile. Maybe they really were sneaking off on a date, I thought to myself.
When Ineke picked up her handbag and left the office, I followed her with a file in my hand – making it look as if I were just going downstairs. I kept a good distance back, although there weren't many people around.
I caught sight of Ineke's brown legs disappearing into the ladies toilets – what was in effect a bathroom, because it had a built in shower and a walled in toilet cubicle for any female mechanics we might have. I stayed out of sight. After all, she could just be going in to use the toilet before her course.
Any thought of that I might have disappeared, however, when I saw James sneaking furtively into the toilet. Instantly I held my breath – then slowly let it out. A girl and a boy sneak into a toilet. The reason? Sex of course, I told myself, feeling excited. I squeezed my thighs together, liking the first faint thrill of arousal. This would be the perfect opportunity for me to exploit both of them!
I waited about five minutes – enough time for any legitimate excuse for the pair of them to be in there to expire, and long enough for them to get down to business – and then I quietly pushed open the door. It swung open softly, and the copulating pair didn't even notice I was there until it was far too late.
Ineke was sitting on the basin, leaning back with her hands supporting her. Those long brown legs were wrapped around James's eagerly thrusting hips; his trousers and pants were around his ankles, and my suddenly hot eyes noticed Ineke's white cotton panties thrust roughly into the corner of the basin stand.
James had pushed Ineke's red top up and over her small breasts, and as she wasn't wearing a bra those pert globes were fully visible, with his mouth suckling feverishly between the two as he rutted between her legs. I felt an instant wetness in my pussy, and smiled nastily.
"Well, what have we got here then?" I asked, standing with one hand on the wall and the other placed jauntily on my hip. The toe of my knee high leather boots was tip-tapping idly as I looked at them.
The effect was instantaneous. James pulled back, trying to pull his pants and trousers up and succeeding only in falling over; Ineke yanked her skirt and top down. Both of them were flushed bright red – a little from their exertions, but more from sheer embarrassment.
I tittered at James as he struggled to his feet. "You won't tell, will you, Helen?" he asked anxiously, searching my face.
"Well, that all depends," I replied, appearing to think.
"On what?" Ineke asked, just as anxious.
"On two things. I won't tell your bosses you were in here fucking-" and I deliberately put emphasis on the word, "if you let me join in. And secondly, if you let me tell you what to do."
"That's blackmail!" Ineke burst out angrily.
"How long do we have to go through with this?" James asked straight away, and I focussed my attention on him. He was obviously taken with the idea of having another girl, even being bossed around. I smiled sweetly.
"As long as I feel like it. I may want you to come to my house, I may want to take either or both of you right here at work. That's up to me, and not for you to know. And yes, Ineke, it is blackmail. Think of the expression on the MD's face when I tell him you were getting fucked in his time."
