Danny started fucking Claudia in earnest. He held her full, curved hips and pulled almost all the way out before pushing back into her. She whimpered behind her gag as she felt her cunt stretch to take him. It felt so good to finally, finally be filled up, and she liked how rough he was being and the way he pushed her face into the floor with every thrust. It wasn't fair that he was this good, the smug bastard.
She had been craving this, though. She didn't like Danny - romantically or just generally, as a person - but all the tension and antagonism between them had been leading up to this. His thick cock stretching and filling her, him pounding her into the floor with all the force of his anger behind it.
Claudia let out a muffled squeal behind the gag at the peak of each thrust. She felt good, hot and tight around him, but even more exciting for Danny was the visual and the sounds. Her round ass in his hands, her cunt wrapped around his dick, and the thick strap of the gag at the back of her head. She couldn't say a word, no sarcastic digs or smug corrections. She could only moan and squeal softly behind the leather while her pussy made obscene, wet, slippery sounds and his balls slapped against her.
Danny gave Claudia's ass a solid, open-handed slap and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a desperate noise and pushing herself back onto his cock. He spanked her again, getting another squeal out of her. He raised his hand a third time - she was eagerly meeting his thrusts now, and the spanking only seemed to encourage her.
As Danny's hand connected again, the door opened.
He froze, looking up at the door. Hadn't he locked it earlier? Ginger, still stuck to the floor by the large dildo impaling her ass, made an alarmed sound and tried to turn enough to see who was walking into the store behind her. She couldn't quite see, but she heard a soft, feminine laugh.
Claudia was the only one who didn't react to the newcomer. Even though Danny had stopped moving, she was still pushing back against him almost frantically.
Danny felt Claudia's cunt start to tighten around him as he met Heather's cool gaze. She stood just inside the door, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. As usual, her long, straight brown hair was perfect. Her makeup was subtle but flawless. Without even really thinking about it, Danny withdrew his cock from the girl on the floor and grinned up at his sometimes-girlfriend.
Claudia, her legs shaking, collapsed onto the floor with a sound like a sob. If anyone had been paying attention to her they would have been able to see her suddenly-empty pussy twitch.
"Wow," Heather said, "thanks for waiting for me before starting the party." She nudged Ginger with the pointy toe of one immaculate black boot, "Who even is this girl?"
Danny laughed "That's Claudia's 'very best friend from high school,'" he said mockingly. "Believe it or not, a little while ago she was blushing at the idea of taking her clothes off."
Heather laughed, "She's cute. And clearly you've helped her get past her shyness." She took a few steps, looking Ginger over from different angles. "Is that the Super Size Queen in her ass? Impressive."
Ginger was blushing intensely and now looking very determinedly at the floor. Heather reached out and put one slim finger under the redhead's chin, gently guiding her face up. "Look at me," she said.
Ginger obeyed.
"Oh, look, you're adorable," Heather said. She gave Ginger a sharp tap, almost a slap, on one cheek. Then she reached down and slapped one of the redhead's pert breasts. "Too bad about the tits, though."
Somehow, Ginger managed to blush even harder.
Heather's attention turned to Claudia, still sprawled on the floor. "I think you wrecked her orgasm, pulling out when you did," she said to Danny.
Danny laughed.
Claudia made an angry noise.
Heather nudged Claudia with the toe of one boot. "Aw, was I right? Did your orgasm get ruined?
Poor thing." She did not sound sympathetic. "But anyway," Heather continued, "don't let me interrupt. I hope you're finally going to shut up about how much you hate this slut, now that you're getting some of that aggression out, Danny."
Heather's heels clicked as she walked behind the counter.
"What are you - " Danny started.
"Like I said, go back to what you were doing. I want to see you fuck the girl you've been complaining about for months." Heather set down her large Coach handbag and rummaged around on the storage shelves. "You probably won't
really
feel better until you cum."
"I won't feel better until I've completely wrecked her," Danny said venomously. "But cumming on her is going still going to be pretty good." His erection had deflated a little, and he started stroking himself back to full hardness. "It'll be even hotter with you watching me do it." He glanced over his shoulder at Heather.
Heather smiled, but didn't look up. She had found some scrap paper and was writing something. Taking her time, printing neatly in pink marker.
Danny grabbed Claudia's hips again, pulling her back towards him. She was up on her hands and knees now, and rather than push her face back down he grabbed one of her pigtails with his left hand. He didn't thrust back into her so much as pull her back onto his cock. She squeaked in surprise, but her cunt was still slick and open and the sound turned into a moan as he pulled her back.
"I think she's into us talking about her and what a slut she is," Danny said. "She's even wetter than before."
"I think they both like being talked about," Heather replied as she came back to the front of the counter.
"I think this one is particularly enjoying the way you've got her on display." She bent slightly forward and ran her hand down Ginger's face, over her collar bone to her tits. "I don't even know your name," she said.
Ginger started to open her mouth to speak, but Heather pinched her nipple
hard
. "No, don't tell me. It's better like this."
Heather held up the sign she'd been working on behind the counter. The half-sheet of paper read "store display" in her neat, pretty-girl handwriting. It hung on the chain between a pair of nipple clamps. She pinched Ginger's nipple again, then affixed a clamp. Then she did the same to the other nipple, and stood back a little to admire her work. "There! Perfect."
Danny laughed out loud when he saw the sign. Heather went back to the counter to look over the toys he'd laid out. She rearranged them and picked some things out, occasionally glancing at Danny and Claudia. Danny was getting into it, fucking Claudia hard and fast while still pulling her up by the hair, her generous tits bouncing. Heather knew Danny's reactions well. She saw his eyes drift closed and his mouth start to go slack, his rhythm changing a little. It sounded like Claudia was getting close again, too, from the limited noises she could make while gagged.
"Don't...cum in her," Heather said softly, leaning over the counter towards Danny. He stopped, breathing heavily. Claudia's pussy pulsed around him and he hurried to pull out.
"You said you want to see her wrecked. Why miss an opportunity to cum on her stuck-up little bitch-face?" Heather asked.
Danny grinned.
No one commented on Claudia's disappointed noises. No one even seemed to notice them. She squirmed and tried to press he thighs together as Danny turned her around, leading her by the hair to crawl in a humiliating little circle to face him.
Ginger, still blushing furiously, tried to breathe through the sensation in her nipples. Her instinct was to look at the floor, but she couldn't help staring at Claudia. Her best friend was on her knees, bent over as Danny held her hair, with her pussy swollen and open and dripping after two near-orgasms.
Danny pulled off the condom he'd been wearing and held Claudia tight by the hair as he stroked himself. He was already so close, and thinking of everything he'd done to her so far only got him harder. She was going to look like such a degraded little whore with his load on her face. This should take her superior attitude down a few -
He groaned as he came, shooting thick spurts of cum onto Claudia's face and into her hair. She whimpered pathetically, but she couldn't move or dodge. All she was able to do was kneel there and close her eyes while the hot, sticky mess landed on her.
"Smile!" Heather said brightly, and Claudia opened her eyes to see her coworker holding a sleek little silver digital camera. She snapped several photos of Claudia's cum-streaked face, then flipped back through them on the camera's tiny screen. "I think we should print some of these," she said, and handed the camera over to Danny, who was slumped back against the counter.
Claudia didn't usually blush very much. She wasn't easily embarrassed, but (unlike Ginger) she also didn't really have the complexion for it. At most, her face got a little warm. Right now, naked and gagged with Danny's load slowly dripping off of her, listening to her coworkers talk about her like she wasn't there or couldn't understand them, her face burned.
And she was still unbearably turned on.
Heather tidied her sign-making supplies away, putting the marker and the scrap paper and scissors neatly in their designated places. Then, she looked over the counter and down at Danny. "How you doing there, champ?"
Danny gave her a look. "Gimme one more minute," he grumbled.
"Well," Heather grinned, "when you've recovered I need you to help me move our new display model up onto the counter."
"What!?" Ginger was finally startled into speaking as she realized Heather was looking at her.
Heather's eyes narrowed. "And we need a second gag."
"She'd look cute with a ball gag," Danny suggested. He hauled himself up off of the floor and zipped his jeans. "Something to stretch her pretty lips around." He went off to find one.
"Careful! Your weird blowjob fixation is showing!" Heather called after him.
Claudia whined behind her own gag. The cum on her face had cooled and started to get uncomfortably sticky, and it was unpleasant-feeling enough to distract from how desperately turned on she had been.
