A Short Story, Inspired by Lesbian Pussy by Kelly M.
I liked that story premise. The idea of a woman forced to do something that she despises to have an orgasm is delicious. Plus, I'm at least half lesbo, so I love lesbian stories. I also love BDSM, heavier on the Dom/sub aspect than the Dom/slave or getting beat to a pulp to experience multiple orgasms. Not that I have ANYTHING against being tied up and beaten, I think its great fun, but not every day.
There are some others that I totally love the idea of. There is this one story called The Tenants by Medley that I wish he would continue. His other chaptered story, My First Dorm is awesome too. I also like Speechmaster and En_Extase and Sabineteas. There are others, but those are the ones I go to repetitively to see if they are going to come back with more. I have mentally hi-jacked their stories and have had strong urges to do it in writing, but that would be a total hack. If anyone else out there likes their stories and has any recommendations of other writers that might interest me, please mail me, there is just way too much material here to go through it all.
A brief introduction. My name is Jessica. I am an Art major at the University of Maryland (not Liberal Arts, I actually aspire to be a starving artist). I am 5'2" with shoulder blade length brown hair, brown eyes, and (I have been told) very kissable, full lips. I am fit and athletic, I play JV soccer in the fall and lacrosse in the spring, I work out with weights three days a week, I do cardio three days a week. My body is tight and my 30-C chest arrives about five seconds before me everywhere I go. I like my boobs, they are big for someone my size and garner a great deal of attention. I don't like them when they get in the way, but that is probably TMI.
The following story is one hundred percent fiction, but I hope you enjoy it.
I was working my part time job at the Wal-Mart near my house. I live up in Carroll County, so between commuting about forty-five minutes each way to school, my extra-curricular activities and the occasional party, I don't have a lot of spare time. LOL! I just realized this is supposed to be quick JO material. God I suck!
Okay, so I'm working at Wal-Mart on a Wednesday evening when one of my supervisors calls me into the office. Her name is Jill (fine I am totally enamored with a girl named Jill :P) She is taller than me, a very girl who isn't here part time. This is her career, so we don't really hang or anything. She's nice and cool, about 5'7", black hair, thin face, glasses, nice body probably, but it is always hidden in loose khaki pants and a Wal-Mart manager shirt. She's kind of booky in her looks, not my type at all. I much prefer athletic bodies
I knock on the door and she lets me in and holds this spiraling thing in front of my face. I shake my head and the spiral is gone. She asks if I can help work late Friday night because a truck is coming in and she is short on stock staff.
I had other options, but they seemed much less interesting for some reason, so I comply. Just before I leave for the day, she calls me to her office again. The door opens and there is that damned spiral again. I shake my head and its gone again. She tells me to have a great day.
I clocked out and went home. When I am getting ready for bed, I realize that I'm not wearing a bra. Of course, this is very odd, I always wear a bra. I figure I must have left it in my locker at school after my shower.
Next day, I go to work in the evening again. As soon as I get there, Jill calls me to the office again. I'm blinded by the spiral and shake it away again. She asks me to help her take inventory today instead of working customer service, as I usually do. What do I care? Customer service sucks.
We go to the back of the store in the warehouse and there is this dreamy guy named Brad there and he says hi and then looks at me and laughs. Jill tells him what we are up to and he takes a big trolley full of products out to stock shelves. I blanked out for a moment and somehow was all the way in the back of the shelves when I woke up. I shook my head, it was very odd.
I follow her around marking stuff on her clipboard while she calls them out to me. She keeps smiling and giggling. Occasionally, she even laughs. I have no idea what is so funny. I just keep doing as she says. When we are finished, the store is closed and we walk to the office. I blank out again, and shaking my head, I am standing there with my time card that I didn't even remember to pick up.
I get home and as I am getting ready for bed, I realize first, I am not wearing a bra again. Odder still, my panties are missing. My brain works over time for awhile to remember why the hell I would be running around with no underwear and I can't think of it to save my life. I throw on a nightshirt and fresh panties and go to bed.
Friday, I go to work as usual. Jill calls me to her office and I am relieved to find no spiral when I open the door. I was starting to think I was going insane. "Sit down." She laughs.
I don't get the joke at all, so I sit down, half expecting a whoopee cushion to be on the chair. She turns a television screen towards me and hits the play button on the attached VCR. I watch the screen, expecting some stupid training video and instead, I see a spiral again. I don't lose my mind this time though. Instead, I see myself walk into the office, staring blankly at the spiral.
"Jessica, you are a naughty girl." It's Jill's voice. I see the me in the video just looking at the spiral.
"I am a naughty girl." The video me repeats.
