Ginger, sprawled across the floor and half in Claudia's lap, whimpered as the orgasm began to subside. Claudia didn't let up, her fingers still stroking Ginger's clit, and she giggled a little as she watched her friend tremble. If someone had described this situation to her, being naked and vulnerable with her best friend, at the mercy of her most disliked co-worker, she would have said no. Never. Not in a million years. But when she snuck a look in Danny's direction and saw the way he was smirking while watching her fingers slide over poor Ginger's triangle piercing, she had to admit that she was starting to get really turned on.
"Not terrible," Danny said with an appraising look at the two girls on the floor, "but that was barely an opening act."
Claudia stopped. Ginger made a small noise and rolled over to hide her face in Claudia's lap, and Claudia felt herself blush. Even with what had just happened she couldn't help reacting to her friend's face so close to her pussy. Hopefully Danny hadn't noticed. "Any requests?" she asked, looking up at him and trying to stay cool.
"Get your fingers cleaned up," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Claudia locked eyes with him and very slowly licked and sucked Ginger's juices off of each finger.
"Now, don't either of you move," he said, hopping down from his seat on the counter again, "I'm going to...do some shopping." He adjusted his jeans, drawing Claudia's attention to the bulge there, and then casually ambled off towards the toy section.
"What's he going to do next, do you think?" Ginger murmured after a moment.
"I don't know," Claudia whispered back, "I feel like he's not lacking for inspiration. And Heather has hinted at some stuff..." she trailed off and ran her fingers through Ginger's long ponytail. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault," Ginger replied, lifting her head to look up for a moment. "And...um...it did feel really good when you..."
Claudia looked down at her friend in surprise, "I did not expect you to say that. But I...also didn't hate it."
Ginger put her head back down, wary of Danny's instructions to not move. "It's kind of obvious how turned on you are," she muttered against the dark blonde curls between Claudia's thighs.
"Shut up, skank," Claudia hissed as Danny finished his circuit of the store and came back to the counter.
He was carrying an armload of packages and a bottle of lube.
Claudia felt her eyes go wide. Between their employee discount, store credit for meeting sales goals, and the possibility that Danny would just write things out of inventory as being stolen or damaged, she was realizing she had underestimated what he could do to them.
He seemed extremely pleased with himself as he laid out his selections. All Claudia could see from the floor was that several of the packages were very large. Danny was so smug he seemed like he might start humming a little tune as he pulled out a utility knife and started opening things.
To Claudia, it very much felt like he was deliberately taking his time. She felt more than heard Ginger whimper into her lap as they waited, listening to the crack of opening plastic. She was sure he was drawing it out, trying to get them even more worked-up and scared by not showing them anything.
Finally, when she was just on the edge of saying something snarky, he turned to face them. He let the last plastic clam-shell fall to the floor and held up a bundle of shiny black rope. "This stuff is neither Japanese nor silk," he said, kicking the box with its cheesy, knockoff anime-style label, "but it gets the job done."
He took a step towards the girls and grabbed Ginger's arm, pulling her into a sitting position. Firmly, but not like he was trying to hurt her. He pulled her other arm behind her and started wrapping the rope, passing it around Ginger's upper arms a number of times before looping pieces around her chest, emphasizing her perky little tits. Finally, he wrapped it around her wrists, so her arms were bound behind her. "Cute," he muttered, pausing to tweak one of her nipples.
In spite of herself, Claudia was a little impressed. Apparently Danny knew what he was doing with rope.
He took something else from the counter, knocking more packaging to the far side of the counter. Both girls started talking at once when they saw what he held - a long, thick, pale pink jelly dildo covered in vein-y ridges.
"That's too big-" Claudia started.
"Oh my god," Ginger said.
Danny brandished the toy at them and they both fell silent. "Good sluts should only speak when spoken to," he admonished. "And it's not
that
big. I mean, it's 8 inches but it's fine if she can't take the whole thing." He looked at Ginger speculatively, "I want to see how much she can take."
Ginger's skin flushed pink as Danny crouched in front of her. She was sitting with her legs slightly parted, knees bent and feet on the floor. As Danny leaned in she had to spread her legs more to make room, and he focused completely on her cunt. Like the rest of her body didn't matter or wasn't even there.
Abruptly, he pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned and tried to wriggle forward. "Aww, she's so wet and ready," he said, "and I think," he glanced at Claudia, who glared back, "that she wants more."
In spite of herself, Ginger kept trying to push forward. She knew that this was out of character for her, that she was acting incredibly slutty, but it felt so good to have something in her cunt and she couldn't help herself.
Danny flexed his fingers inside her and she made a desperate noise. "Do you want it?" he asked.
Looking down, feeling like her face was on fire, Ginger nodded.
"You have to ask for it," he said, still not looking at her face. "I told you, good sluts speak when spoken to."
"Please," Ginger gasped out, "please, please, please - OH."
The moan as Danny pushed the dildo into her as deep as he could in one smooth motion almost sounded like she was relieved. She moved her hips a little, rocking against the toy.
Claudia couldn't help but stare. Ginger hadn't quite taken the entire length of the toy - about an inch remained. Her cunt was held wide open by the thick dildo, and the translucent jelly rubber made it look even more spread apart.
Danny tapped the base of the toy a few times and laughed as Ginger reacted. She wiggled and moaned, sounding desperate. "Be patient," he said. "You already got to cum, and I haven't even
started
on Claudia yet. Selfish slut." He flicked the base of the toy one last time and turned to the other girl.
"Don't worry, Blondie," he said with a wicked grin, "it's your turn now."
Claudia was still staring at Ginger's stuffed-full pussy, blushing and wide-eyed. It seemed to take her a few seconds to process the words and look up at Danny.
He put his back against the counter and slid down to sit on the floor. "C'mere," he said, beckoning to Claudia, "crawl over here." As she shook herself and focused, he opened the button of his jeans. She got onto her hands and knees and, giving him a sly smile, started to crawl slinkily forward. He slid down his zipper.
Claudia was having some difficulties. She didn't like Danny, he was annoying and smug and full of himself. He knew exactly how good-looking he was. He had been antagonizing her for no good reason since she started this job. But it was unexpectedly fun to see what kind of effect she could have on him, like how he stared at her heavy breasts swaying as she slowly crawled forward. Between the attention fixed on her and what both of them had done to Ginger, she had to admit this was the most turned on she'd ever been. Admit it to herself, at least. She certainly wasn't going to tell Danny.
When she got close enough, Danny reached out and grabbed her long, dark purple hair again. With his other hand, he pulled out his cock. Claudia blinked. It was unfair that he was that attractive
and
had a really nice dick. No wonder he was so full of himself.
It wasn't as long as the toy he'd put in Ginger, but it was a little thicker, with a slight upward curve. Uncut, which a lot of girls Claudia knew thought was gross but she actually, secretly preferred. He led her forward by the hair, stopping when her face was right at crotch-level. She looked up at him, though it seemed obvious what he wanted her to do.
He released her hair and ran two fingers down the side of her face. "See, I knew this is where you belong," he laughed faintly, "you are just so clearly meant to suck cock." He tapped her mouth with those same fingers and she realized she could still smell Ginger on him. "Now open up," he said in a cold, hard voice.
Claudia opened her mouth. To her mild surprise, Danny shoved his fingers past her lips and pushed them as far back as they would go. She could taste Ginger's cunt, and Danny's fingers were prodding the back of her throat. She thought of yawning, working to open her throat. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of gagging on his fingers.
He laughed a little. "Good girl," he said softly.
Claudia thought she might blush in response, but instead she had a moment of lightheadedness as her blood rushed away from her face. She didn't know why this was so hot to her, but Danny's cool detachment - being treated like maybe a moderately bright pet, if not an exceptionally stupid human - it was doing something to her.
She sucked at his fingers and ran her tongue over them as he withdrew them from her mouth. He smiled his asshole smile and gave her a little tap to the cheek when she unthinkingly let her mouth close. It didn't hurt, but it got her attention and she opened up again. He tapped the head of his cock against her tongue a few times, which kind of made her want to roll her eyes. He really did watch too much porn. But then he grabbed her hair again, close to the scalp, and pulled her mouth down onto him.
This time she couldn't help but gag, as he thrust as deep into her mouth and throat as he could. The angle wasn't ideal, but he still hit that spot again and pushed past it. Claudia felt a spasm go through her whole body as her throat reflexively tightened. Danny gasped, but he held her there firmly by the hair. She tried to run her tongue over the base of his erection, but her mouth was too full to move much. She gagged again, feeling tears in her eyes.
