Note: As some of you gentle readers know, chapter 8 has run afoul of the mods. While I am certain that the work unedited is well within the boundaries. I can understand how the rules were applied. I have redacted two paragraphs containing the offending content.
FRIDAY:
Friday morning I got into the office early and hit the gym. Holly was already there running hard. Her curvy body was covered in sweat.
I hopped on the treadmill next to her and ran with her. We raced each other for a while. The entire time I remained fixated on her breasts and stomach bouncing and straining in the mirror in front of us.
When Holly was done I watched her lift the free weights until my run was finished. She followed me into the shower room.
Stripping off together we shared a showerhead and helped each other lather up. I did my best to focus on her words as my hands slid up and down that fabulous body.
She told me she had spent the night in the dorm here and it wasn't bad, up to a point. People were quiet and the bed was comfortable. Early in the morning she had woken to Ass Fucker staring at her over the partition wall during the night. When she told him to fuck off, he just stood there watching.
Eventually, she moved over to share a cube with Steph. Ass Fucker lefft her alone after that. Holly had been actually frightened by how creepy the whole situation was.
"I guess it's time I fire him." I said.
Holly agreed with some relief.
We dressed with everybody else, I noticed Holly putting her cleansuit over her starch white bra and panties. It seemed to be the style as everyone else was doing the same thing.
I told her she was expected in my office later in the day. I gave her lips a kiss and she returned it.
Upstairs, Brandi was waiting for me in the office one hip sat on my desk. There was a coffee waiting for me and she had leashed herself to the ring set in the corner.
The woman had put some effort into her look this morning, Dark eyeshadow and dark lipstick, her hair done up in a mess of strawberry curls. She had a silky black tank top that barely clung to her erect nipples, her short pleated leather skirt almost covered the tops of her black thigh-high stockings ending in her signature hi-top tennis shoes.
"Ba-bam!" I nodded my approval.
She took a long walk with her hand from the collar at her neck, sliding down her feline body, pausing to tease the piercing at her nipple and then down to adjust the elastic of her stockings.
"Well, it is casual Friday sir."
I moved around her and stood by my chair, I took off my shoes and pants, and sat down. I took a sip from the coffee and spoke,
"Dance for me."
Her eyes lit up,
"Yes sir."
Brandi selected some music, a slow vaguely middle-eastern sounding thing with heavy drums and strange stringed instruments.
Her hips began to sway with the soft rhythm and she closed her eyes. The dancer did a few slow turns to make sure I had clocked every angle of her tight form.
She moved in close between my knees and let the tips of her silk covered nipples brush my mouth. With a light hand on my shoulder she began to gyrate her hips in tiny circles. I ran a finger up the outside of her thigh and was pleased to see her respond with a shiver.
With a long slow slide her top was over her head, the shiny black fabric, revealing her flesh by inches until she was naked from the waist up. Wetting her fingertips on my tongue she massaged my spit into her nipples, pinching and teasing herself.
She pressed her tits into my face, letting me kiss the smooth roundness and rigid pink. When she pulled away her skirt had loosened and was falling around her feet. Under it she wore the black leather g-string from 'Executive Options.'
I watched one tattooed arm glide up and down her body, her finger tip tracing a line from her navel down to her clitoris. When she was sufficiently aroused the finger slipped past the waist of her panties and inside. A few moments later she pulled her hand out, her first two fingers glistening and slick with moisture.
She took her time tasting herself, first with just the tip of her tongue, and then swallowing each finger to the knuckle. Her eyes rolled backwards with what looked like pleasure. When she was done she repeated the act. This time removing her g-string first. She watched me as I followed her hand tracing circles around her smooth vagina before thrusting two fingers up inside of herself.
I could feel my own body responding with sticky fluid in anticipation of her hot wet cunt. Reaching down I pulled myself out of my briefs. My long shaft stood at enraptured attention.
Brandi smiled, letting her labia graze the tip of my penis. Her hips in time with the strings on the stereo. She was driving me crazy. I resisted the urge to grab her and force my way inside. She rewarded me by giving me just a little more of her, the head of my cock folded inside the furnace of her body. Her movements described a circle, leading my dick around by its head until again I was rewarded by the fullness of her warm body.
I watched the contracting and release of her abs as she pushed herself backwards and forwards on my lap. One hand played with her breasts as the other scratched the skin of my chest and belly. For my part I steadied her movements, both of my hands grasping at the firm muscles of her ass.
"Are you close Daddy?" Her words slurred with the preoccupation of her own pleasure.
I told her I was.
"Would you be too angry with me if I touched myself?"
Before I could say no she added,
"I know I'm not supposed to. Because only dirty girls do that."
