A sequel to JackVick's story that can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/my-boss-my-slave-1
I fumbled with the small disk in my pocket, as I walked to the bus stop. The memory of my boss naked in front of me while I filled her up with a strap-on was still fresh in my mind, though it was over a month ago. We've had some more fun with her, lately, though I've gotten kind of bored with her. I realized this morning that this little thing can help me with anyone I please.
I worked the entire day with this thing burning a hole in my pocket. I debated picking a coworker, but I decided that it would be best to try this elsewhere. The day was mostly uneventful, like my days usually are. Then a regular who works at the shop across the street walked in five minutes before I was about to clock out.
As she walked in, the breeze from the door lifted the soft fabric of her skirt just enough for me to get a good look at her thighs. Her smile shot across from the door and I followed without a thought.
"Hey Hannah, you look super cute." I never had a problem openly flirting with her. I don't know what she ever thought of it, though.
"Aw, thanks Carrie, you always make me smile." I began making her drink, without her even ordering it. I asked what she was up to tonight, as I handed her drink. She attempted to pay for it, which I refused.
"Well what the heck, you're awesome. I owe you a drink." The next thing that happened was incredible. I don't know where this confidence came from but I instantly knew she was coming home with me.
"Well, good. You can buy me one right now, since I'm off. How does The Astoria sound? I'm gonna clock out, wait here." I walked into the back, cheeks burning bright red. I knew she was waiting; I didn't give her the chance to say no. I put my apron in my purse, and pulled my phone of my pocket. I sent a text to Jack.
"I have a surprise for you when I get home."
I shoved my phone into my purse and wrapped my hands around the disk in my pocket. I walked out and asked if she was ready. She didn't object to the plans at all, which worked out for me. We walked towards the bar, the cold air outside teasing my nipples as I felt them getting harder as I got more and more aroused. We went through an alley, which was the perfect place to turn her into our toy.
I stepped in front of her and pulled out the disk. She looked slightly perplexed until I pressed down the button. No cartoony sound-effects, sadly. I smirked at my own joke and looked at Hannah. She stood still in front of me, her face now perfectly relaxed. The straps of her tank top lay delicately across her collar bone. I pulled at one of them, and her shirt fell, exposing the shape of her breast.
"Hannah, I know you're probably freaking out. Don't worry though, I'm going to take good, good care of you. Your legs will be shaking for a week once we're through with you." I pulled her shirt down completely, exposing her hard, tiny areola. I pulled her nipple between my fingers, and her chest rose and fell. Maybe I didn't need this mind control thing to get a girl into my apartment after all.
I grabbed her hand and led her back to my car. We got in, and she buckled herself in. I didn't really know what I had to spell out for her and what I didn't, but apparently she's still capable of normal things within what I tell her. I'll be honest, I didn't ask Jack much about how it worked.
We pulled up to the apartment, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I looked over at Hannah, her face blank but unbuckled. I told her to follow me into my apartment. I took each step deliberately, not sure of how I was going to introduce her to Jack. I don't even know if he knew I had the disk. I slid the key into the lock, and when I opened the door I said hello.
I walked in, Hannah trailing behind me. Jack sat on the couch, not surprised one bit. I smiled at him, excited for what was about to happen.
"Hey baby, how are you? I want you to meet my friend here, her name is Hannah. She's the surprise I told you about."
Jack stood from the couch and approached me first, wrapping his arms around my lower back. He pulled me in close, enough for me to feel his hardness against my hip. His tongue fought to occupy my mouth, and his teeth pulled on my lips. I could feel Hannah standing behind me. My heart began to race even faster now, and so did Jack's.
He stepped away from me, and grabbed Hannah's hand, walking her toward the center of the room. I finally was able to really check her out, now that I had her here. Jack walked around her, looking her up and down. I watched as his eyes looked at her mouth, the shape of her shoulders down to her breasts. Her nipples poked through the fabric.
"I bet you have something to do with this, don't you?" Jack's eyes were full of fire.
Her hips were full, but not overly curvy, like mine. I wanted her clothes to be off. As if Jack was reading my mind, he slid her straps off the same way I did in that alley. Her shirt fell, the straps hanging at her elbows and her tits in full view now. I watched Jack run his hands over them, and how Hannah's body was reacting to his touch.
"You picked a good one, Carrie. I mean, she isn't as sexy as you, of course. Have you given her any orders?" The question itself was incredibly arousing to me. I exhaled slowly, not to show how incredibly nervous I actually was.
"No, just that we were going to make her feel really, really good." Good? What kind of word is that. I could have been much more creative.
