(This is the third installment to Monica's story. If you have not read the other two, I suggest you do so. This was finished because of an email I received recently begging me to do so. I had the beginnings done but had been procrastinating. So here you folks go, I hope you enjoy it. I enjoy writing them...)
Lisa decided on the way down in the elevator that Monica needed to get them both a cab. The way Monica's boobs bounced and swayed under her blouse got the attention of every male who walked by them, not to mention one or two of the women. On top of her jiggling top, Monica's nipples were still fully at attention and poking out her thin blouse material. A cabby practically wrecked when Monica stepped to the curb and yelled for the taxi.
Monica crawled into the cab first, Lisa sliding her middle finger along Monica's exposed slippery vagina as her boss got into the cab. Monica moaned involuntarily and shuddered. The buxom blond almost pushed herself back onto the wonderful feeling finger probing her throbbing slit. The dark headed woman slapped Monica on her bare butt, making the blond squeal and jump with shock. With a smirk Lisa got in and closed the door, making eye contact with the driver as he checked the two of them out in his rear view mirror.
The driver was of medium build with dark close cut hair and light blue eyes. His face had a shadow of a beard with a strong nose and chin. He wore a silvery jacket with "Independent Taxi" written in dark blue lettering across the back. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, and his face maintained a bland expression though Lisa was sure that he knew what she had been doing to her boss's pussy just a second ago.
"Where to ladies?" He asked.
"Th-thirteen twenty Willow Lane." Monica stammered out trying desperately to cross her arms across her jutting nipples. Her face glowed red even in the darkened cab. She let out a sigh of relief when the driver dropped the car into gear and the overhead light dimmed out. However she could not suppress a moan as her dark haired companion lightly traced a fingernail along her neck and made lazy circles near her collar bone, steadily dropping lower and lower into the blond executives' blouse. As Lisa's hand caressed the top of Monica's breast, the blond woman could not help but surrender to the lust still coursing through her body. Lisa chuckled with pleasure as she cupped and squeezed her boss's breast, ending up tweaking the already swollen and sensitive nipple with her nails. Monica shuddered and squirmed, feeling her juices dribble down the crack of her openly exposed pussy and down the crack of her ass, pooling onto the seat underneath her.
"Lisa please!Do not tease me like this in front of the cabbie." Monica whispered to her secretary. Monica's shame was monumental at not being able to control her self, and she hoped that perhaps she could convince the dark haired woman into a little kindness.
"What is the matter My Slut, you don't like being all wanton and needy in front of a man now that you have shown me how uncontrollable your lust is?" Lisa said with a sneer, her voice loud and sharp, which brought the cabbies head up sharply, eyes darting to the mirror. "And you will address me as Mistress the rest of the night. I liked the sound of that."
"Yes Mistress, I will Mistress. No Mistress, please, I don't want to degrade myself like this, please!" Monica whimpered out as her Mistress started to unbutton the already loose blouse. Monica suddenly became aware of what the dark haired woman was doing and became stock still, her eyes wide in terror.
"What are you doing Mistress?" Monica asked, knowing very well what was happening but afraid to acknowledge it.
"I'm going to show him what nice breasts you have My Slut. The better those breasts will please me if they are hanging out in the open. Oh, and I want you to pull your dress up so that he has a full view of your pretty pussy. You may prop your leg up on the seat so that he can clearly see how pretty your little pink slit is." Lisa's voice had become a thing of steel as she asserted her will on the unwilling woman next to her. With a sob of shame Monica lifted her long muscled leg up and onto the seat exposing her throbbing womanhood.
The odor of an aroused woman permeated the cab. They rode in silence for a couple of blocks before the driver cleared his throat and tried to alternate between driving and looking in the mirror. "You ladies know how to get a man's attention. I haven't had anything this wild in my cab in a while." He said.
"Oh we haven't even begun to be wild." Lisa said with a smile. "I don't suppose you would trade our ride for a nice blow job would you?"
"I don't know..." The cabbie said, nearly hitting the cars in front of him as he stopped at the stoplight.