"Great," Doug said, and walked a slow half circle around her, behind her but very close. He went to the chair in which Ginny had been sitting and slid it over in front of her. He then sat down in the chair, and leaning on the front edge of it, he looked her slowly up and down, as if contemplating what to do next. Ginny figured he had some ideas, but she thought she'd probably taken him by surprise, agreeing to his stupid game so quickly. That was fine by her. Maybe without time to plan, he'd be letting her off easier than he otherwise would have.
She'd obviously been sarcastic when she asked if all day was enough time for him, and was somewhat taken aback when he said he'd be finished with her by lunch. Three fucking hours?? How much groping and kissing and gawking could the guy possibly do before getting bored? Still, she was not inclined to back out now. She figured it was the best she could hope for in this shitty set of circumstances, and the sooner she satisfied him, the sooner she could move on and forget about this whole sordid deal. If Doug really wanted to spend three hours rubbing her tits and ass, Ginny was prepared to comply in order to extricate herself from this mess. It would be humiliating, but that would be the end of it, and no one else would ever have to know.
"OK then." Doug's hands had been together in front of his face, fingertips touching, as he looked her over. he dropped them into his lap when he began speaking. "The most important thing I'm going to ask you to do is relax. If you're tense, or frightened, it may ruin it for me." He paused and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I said you might even enjoy this a little," Doug went on. "Perhaps that's wishful thinking on my part. But if you hate every minute of it, it's probably best if you don't let that become obvious.
The unspoken subtext, Ginny assumed, was that she'd better seem to be enjoying herself while her douchebag boss stuck his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her ass. Fine. For the rest of the morning, to save her job and her family's lifestyle, she could submit to Doug's fondling and not be overtly disgusted by the way he'd leveraged circumstance to coerce her into this.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Doug asked.
"Yes."
"And you're OK with removing your top, and your skirt, and letting me touch you anywhere? Through your underwear, of course."
"Yes. That's fine."
"'Fine?'" Doug echoed. He sounded mildly skeptical, but also a tiny bit mischievous. Ginny wasn't sure if he was seriously asking her to play this up for him, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"I WANT you to touch me, Doug." She delivered the best fake smile she coud manage, trying not to over-do it. Doug responded with a smile of his own, an obviously genuine one.
"Ahh, excellent!" he said. "Let's begin." The way he said 'begin,' like this was some grand event for which he was host and emcee, caused her nervousness to flare up again, but she suppressed it.
"First I need you to take off that blazer," said Doug.
"Sure, no problem." Ginny was wearing a light wool skirt suit, with a two-button jacket, both buttons done. She turned toward the door as she undid the buttons, and walked over to the nearby coat hooks, taking off the jacket and hanging it carefully on one of the hooks. She turned back toward her boss, still sitting on the edge of the chair, and walked back to where she had been standing. Doug's eyes lit up and zoomed in unrepentingly on her chest.
"Wow. Ginny. Very, VERY nice. I didn't think I'd ever see that."
Under the jacket she'd worn a gray-green silk blouse. It was a very plain blouse, and Doug seemed more excited than she would have expected, considering he'd seen her in just a blouse plenty of times. It wasn't as if she always wore a jacket at work, and--oh, fucking shit. Fuck.
Too late, Ginny realized the reason behind Doug's reaction: she'd been in a real rush this morning, knew she was going to be late. She couldn't find the bra she'd wanted, and the only comfortable one quickly at hand was sheer; no padding. In other words, no nipple protection. She was always exceedingly conscious of not having her nipples show through her clothes, and when she wore a thin blouse like this one, she would be sure to have a thick, padded bra beneath it. When she couldn't find one this morning, she had donned the sheer bra in her rush, and chosen the suit with the most comfortable jacket, so she could just wear the jacket all day. The tumultuous events of the morning had made her completely forget about that. But now, under Doug's gleeful stare, she was all too aware that her bra offered no protection, and that Doug was looking at her very clearly defined nipples through the silk blouse. Judging from his reaction, her nipples had already been hard, and now, standing there facing him, she was sure they were getting harder.
Her instinct was to cross her arms over her chest, but she thought that would probably be a bad idea, so she forced her arms to stay at her sides. Just fucking great. It was one thing to stand there in her underwear (which she would of course soon be doing, having agreed to Doug's terms) with her normal padded bra. But if she took her shirt off now, she would essentially be bare-breasted. You could see everything through this bra; it was one of her husband's favorites.
Ginny didn't necessarily think that remembering what she was wearing would have changed her mind about giving in to Doug's deal. But she might at least have put it off until another day. At this point, it would have seemed ridiculous to try and back out, though, so Doug was just going to get a goddamned good look at her nipples, and that was that.
"Just beautiful," he breathed, and sat back and took a long stare at Ginny, soaking it all in. She clasped her hands together behind her back, and ever so slightly poked her nipples toward him, trying to make sure he got the best show she could give him. When this was over, he wouldn't be seeing any more of her, she'd be sure of that. She wanted to look down at herself, to see how visible her nipples were, but she resisted. She didn't really need to, though. She was certain they were as hard as they'd ever been, as she could literally feel them pushing against the fabric.
"OK then, perfect," Doug beamed. "We've got plenty of time, and I don't want to rush things. Believe it or not, I've got a couple of phone calls to make, and some forms to fill out for the Pratchett proposal. And I'm going to do that while you're in here. I'll ask you to take the shirt off in a bit. But first, can you come closer?"
Ginny took a few steps, and they were at normal conversing distance, perhaps a little closer.
"Closer," Doug ordered. Ginny stepped forward until her tits were right in Doug's face, an inch or two away. He was still sitting down. His arms came up and he wrapped them around her, his hands moving over her butt, then back around to her hips, finally gliding down the front of her thighs, over her skirt. He let them drop, but then she felt one hand on her leg, just below the knee. He stroked her leg up and down just a little, squeezing her thigh lightly, then moved the hand slowly upwards under the skirt. He kept going until his fingers found the top of her stocking, and there encountered bare skin. Ginny breathed in sharply, involuntarily.
Doug looked up at her face, and now Ginny looked down, to see him with a small serene smile on his face. Their eyes met briefly, then Doug closed his and began massaging her upper thigh...small squeezes, and rotating his open hand around to the back, then back again. His eyes were still closed, and his face angled up toward hers, his chin pressing against her midsection. He switched hands then, and began to massage her other thigh in a similar manner. He pulled away slightly, just enough so he could raise her skirt a tiny bit with the free hand.
"Do you want me to just take this off??" Ginny moved her hands to her lower back, feeling for the skirt's zipper, trying to move things along a little bit.
"No!" Doug rushed to say. "Keep your hands back there, though. Just rest them on your butt."
Ginny breathed out, a very tiny sigh through her nose, but did as she was told.
"Stand with your feet a little bit further apart," Doug directed.
She repositioned herself. Now she was standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, Doug sitting in front of her holding the hem up with one hand, rubbing her leg with the other. He scooted closer and now moved his right hand up under her skirt and around to grab her left butt cheek. She could feel his hand exploring her ass, under her own left hand. As his hand moved around to the center of her ass, his forearm forced her skirt up higher, and his left hand, still on her inner thigh, became more active. He creeped up higher, continuing to squeeze her thigh, moving back to front, until finally she felt the top of his hand brush against her pussy lips.
