It’s all to my benefit as I continue to feel her up and she just nonchalantly keeps eating. It’s the perfect crime, it seems, and I’m all too eager to keep it going as I feel her up. “Mm, did you–I probably shouldn’t be telling anybody about this, but I’ll make an exception for you, since you’re usually pretty nice. Did you hear that Rachel in IT was having sex in here?”
My eyebrows rise at the sudden remark, but I am immediately all ears for this.
“I did not. Please, do tell me, what happened?” I smile wide as I reach a hand up her shirt and start to knead her bare breast, still without incident.
“I can’t wait to hear about someone’s sluttiness from a woman currently letting me grope her big tits.”
With my vulgar remark lost on her–because of course it is–Jemma starts to spill the juicy beans. “Okay, so last night, I’m staying around extra late because the guy who refills the printer ink had to make it in late, and I figured I could get some easy overtime hours by agreeing to wait around for him because the night janitor can’t go into the HR records room unsupervised anyway so he doesn’t have a department key. And on my way to come to get a coffee here, I come in and I see Rachel lying on her back on that table right over there.” She points toward the table that Christine sits at, completely oblivious to the masturbating woman wearing so much cum it’s almost like a mask covering her face.
“Is this going where I think it’s going?” I ask, and it seems like there is no getting tired of having a perfect breast in my hand as I continue to feel Jemma up.
But I can’t help but wonder if I can’t get her to start really shit talking Rachel. I know that Jemma isn’t the kind of woman who swears a whole lot, but I’ve done weirder shit than infecting someone with the vulgarity bug today.
“Was that slut getting railed right there on the table? Spare no details Jemma I want to hear every detail of her being a whore.”
“Worse! That cunt was getting spit roasted right in front of me!” Holy shit, it works! “Apparently IT is just a bunch of repressed, awkward nerds fucking when nobody’s looking, and I saw her getting her mouth and her pussy fucked at the same time by a couple of the awkward techies around who always stare at my chest. Can you believe guys like that?” She sighs, completely oblivious to reality as she takes another mouthful of salad before continuing. “Their cocks weren’t even that big, either. I don’t get the appeal. But yeah, so Rachel is apparently just the biggest whore in the office and I’m going to go write her up for it later, I think. That’s unacceptable. Can you believe that? People just fucking here in the break room? It’s absurd.”
“I can’t agree more,” I say with a shrug, and outright pull her sweater up so that I can grab hold of both tits and knead them eagerly while she just keeps on eating her salad. With just a little bit of suggestion.
“If Rachel wants to suck cock that bad she can go turn tricks on the corner, this is a respectable place of business, and it–“
“It what, bitch?” calls a voice behind me, and I turn back to see Rachel standing there, a leggy blonde who as it so happens, also wears perpetually too-tight sweaters everywhere she goes, and the turtleneck she has on today is so tight you can legitimately see the outline of her nipples, rather than the almost that Jemma has going for her.
“Go on, I want to hear your judgmental bullshit, and then I want to hear the justification for why you just got a twenty dollar an hour raise that doesn’t involve gargling the head of HR’s balls!’ Yeah, that’s right, I saw the files; IT can see everything, two-faced cunt, so if you want to go spreading gossip about me I hope you’re doing it after rinsing your mouth out.”
Things are getting juicy now, and I quickly rise up from my seat to grab hold of Rachel’s tits. Well, why the fuck not? “Let’s keep calm,” I say, raising my hands and trying to bring sanity to the situation.
“I know emotions are high right now, and there’s a lot going on, and I think the two of you need to come to an understanding.”
“I’m not sitting down with some nerd louse who prances around that land of repressed losers wearing a sweater so tight I can see her nipples!’ Jemma shouts.
Rachel snaps back with fire and some fairly sensible truth. “Like your sweater is any fucking looser. You just want your tits to look good before you wrap them around your boss’s dick!”
In college I would have probably freaked out at the idea the two women screaming at one another might grab each other and start to get down and dirty in one of those elusive, mythical ‘cat fights’ where the brawling quickly turns into lesbionic grinding.
But I am a more evolved and mature man now, who most importantly has the power of suggestion and a seemingly magic dick.
“Both of you be quiet,” I sigh.
“You’re going to start getting along, and come to an understanding with one another, and you’re going to do it by sharing my cock until you learn to cooperate.” I open my pants up and whip it out, grabbing hold of it and motioning toward the two of them.
It doesn’t matter that Jemma’s whole reason for slandering Rachel is that she was fucking in the break room, because now she’s not working within the confines of yesterday’s reality, but my new reality.
A reality where this just happens. She rises and nods her head. “Yes, of course. I’ll suck your cock, but I don’t see why Rachel deserves any.”
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