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by Parker
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I'd never thought of other women in that way - as attractive or cute or sexy -
but something about Joan's new secretary really caught my eye. I knew her name
was Lisa, but that was about all I knew. She seemed quite young, barely out of
high school, with curly blonde hair and large, blue eyes. She had a pert,
little girl's face and a slender body.
Joan's office was right across the hall from my own, and I had plenty of
opportunity to watch Lisa come and go. At first, I was kind of amused at myself
- a grown woman with a husband and two children, mooning over a slip of a girl
maybe half her age. But I couldn't stop looking. Gradually, however, the
amusement faded and the fascination grew.
As I spent more and more of my time watching Lisa, it slowly dawned on me that
something strange was going on. At least two or three times a day, she'd come
out of Joan's office with an odd, almost upset look on her face. Sometimes, her
eyes were red, like she'd been crying or something. Once, I noticed that the
top few buttons of her blouse were undone, which was very unusual for her; she
always dressed very conservatively. I tried to ignore it, but, just like my
attempts not to watch, the harder I tried the worse it got. Eventually, it
began to affect my work; day after day, I'd spend hours just sitting at my
desk, watching Lisa come and go, trying to figure out what was going on.
Finally, I got up enough courage to talk to Joan. She was in my office and we
were going over some market forecasts when I spoke to her about it. I tried to
be circumspect, making a couple of offhand complaints about Pam - my own
secretary - and then asking Joan how her new secretary was working out.
Joan looked at me blankly for a moment and then smirked. "You've been watching
her, haven't you?"
"What do you mean?" I tried to look innocent, but I could feel my cheeks
heating up. I blushed easily.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I've seen you looking at
her."
"Well..."
Joan reached over the desk and put her hand on my arm. "Don't be embarrassed,"
she told me. "She's a hot little number. And she's mine."
I looked up, startled. "What?"
"I caught her taking money from the petty cash drawer back when she was new,
before she was assigned to me. She can't afford to lose this job, so we made a
deal."
I felt like I was in a daze. "A deal?" What was she saying?
Joan just smirked. "Come over to my office at 5:30," she told me. "I'll show
you."
I watched her go, my mind reeling. Lisa was her's? What did she mean by that? I
wasn't really going to take her up on her offer, was I? Still... the thought of
Lisa - of having *control* over that beautiful young girl - gave me feelings I
hadn't experienced in a long time. I dropped a hand under my desk and rubbed my
pussy through my skirt as I imagined what it might be like. While I was
dreaming, Lisa entered Joan's office and then came out again about thirty
seconds later. Her eyes were red. For a moment, I thought that she looked over
at me, but she quickly turned and walked away. I shuddered at my desk as a
small orgasm swept through my body. Barely aware of what I was doing, I reached
over to pick up the phone. I had to call Jack and let him know I'd be working
late.
The day seemed to last forever, but 5:30 finally rolled around. I looked across
the hall at the closed door to Joan's office. Lisa was in there; I'd seen her
go in about half an hour ago, and she hadn't come out.
I knocked.
"Come in," Joan called.
I pushed open the door and walked in. Joan was seated at her desk, a big grin
on her face. Lisa stood beside her. The poor girl's eyes were red and watery,
as if she were just about to start crying. She was dressed in her usual
conservative grey skirt and business outfit, but the top few buttons on her
white blouse were undone and she looked a little dishevelled. I felt a wave of
warmth in my pussy as I noticed her lower lip was trembling. She looked
*frightened*.
"Lisa," Joan said, putting her hand on the poor girl's rear end and pushing her
forward, "You've met Sandra. As I said earlier, I've told her about our little
'deal'. Treat her like you treat me."
I barely heard the words. All my attention was focused on Lisa as she walked
slowly forward. As she got closer, I could see the tops of her breasts over the
partially unbuttoned blouse. She raised her eyes to mine; I thought I would
melt into them.
"Ms Sandra," she said, in a frightened little voice, "m-may I serve you?" My
mouth was suddenly dry. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded.
Trembling, she moved forward, put her arms around me and drew me in. My lips
parted, and I felt her face meet mine... tongue enter my mouth... lips caress
my lips...
The kiss lasted forever; I was panting and half dazed when she finally broke
away.. "Oh..." I wanted to say something, but she immediately brought her face
up against mine for another kiss. I felt her hands move up my shoulder and pull
at my jacket and blouse. She must have managed to unbutton my blouse, because
the next thing I knew, the clothing was sliding off my shoulders and onto the
floor. Her lips left mine, and I stood there, panting, eyes closed, as her
tongue slid down my neck to my breasts. A shudder passed through my body as her
tongue made contact with my nipples. I was getting closer...
Her hand slid down my back until it reached my ass (what had happened to my
skirt and panties?). A finger ran over my pussy and along back to my ass. I
felt some pressure and then let out a small cry as the finger slipped inside.
Immediately, Lisa's mouth was back over mine for another long, passionate kiss.
I relaxed, but reached around behind me to push her hand away. I was getting
closer...
I felt something cool on my wrists and I couldn't get my arms to move. She
pulled her lips from mine and I staggered forward into her arms, gasping. I was
so close...
I opened my eyes. It wasn't Lisa standing in front of me, it was Pam, my
secretary. I looked over at the desk and stared in shock. Joan was stark naked
and Lisa, fully clothed - even the buttons on her blouse were done up - was
pushing her forward so she was lying on the desk. Joan's hands were cuffed
together and Lisa was rubbing something long and pink against her rear end.
I struggled to say something - to protest - as Pam, also fully dressed, used
the finger in my rear end to manoeuvre me to the side of the desk opposite Joan
and pushed so that I was leaning forward, my face inches from Joan's. She
looked at me. Her eyes were glazed and she was panting.
Lisa smiled down at me and then looked over at Pam. "Not so big," she said,
shaking her head. "She's still new. Plenty of time for that one later." The
blonde girl waited a moment and then nodded. Then she looked back at me,
smiling. She reached down with both hands and pulled Joan's face and my face
together. "Better help her out." I think she was talking to Joan. "You remember
the first time."
When she released our heads, Joan and I kept our faces together. She parted her
lips and I accepted her tongue in my mouth. I was so close...
I felt something cold and wettish placed up against my ass...
