A Rose’s Thorns

Sunday was more or less uneventful, and in other circumstances, Marla would have found it a delightful, relaxing day. She’d woken up naked on the mattress next to Rose’s bed. Rose had greeted her with a kiss, then told her to put on a robe and make them a hearty breakfast of eggs and sausages. They’d eaten together at the patio table outside, saying little, enjoying the sounds of birds.

Her daughter Jade had gotten home from her friend Kenzie’s house around 10 in the morning. Rose had asked for her niece’s help in the garden, while asking Marla — although the two of them knew it was a command — to do some cleaning in the house. After a couple of hours of tidying up the kitchen while listening to music — an Marla had strangely always enjoyed — the three women had eaten lunch, then done a couple more hours of light outdoor chores, then cooled off in the pool. Marla still felt self-conscious about wearing a skimpy bikini on her enormously fat body, but she was quietly thrilled by the looks she got from Rose.

They’d eaten dinner later that evening at an excellent bistro in the neighborhood that had left Marla full, even with her ravenous appetite. Then a brief walk through the park, and then the three of them had spent half an hour in Rose’s hot tub — clothed in their swimsuits, this time. Rose had announced that she would be flying out to visit her daughter Dani on the east coast the following weekend, and that Marla and Jade were both welcome to invite friends over during that time.

Marla enjoyed the parts of her day individually, and was a little glad of a respite for her sore ass. But underneath all of it she felt trembles of anticipation. Last night, Rose had told her vaguely about her plan to train Marla to better serve her as a submissive. Marla was nervous about what that would entail, and whether it would involve any activities while her mistress was away. Marla’s trips to the spa and the sex shop had shown her that Rose’s influence was wide, and that being physically apart did not mean that Rose was letting up control.

At this point, however, Marla’s trembles were less nerves than excitement and arousal. Rose was sexy, and sweet, and tantalizingly cruel all at the same time, and Marla felt more attracted to her than she had ever felt toward anyone, even her ex-husband Alan, Rose’s brother. She half-wished that there was a way to let Jade know about the relationship between the girl’s mother and aunt without freaking her out. Then again, the secrecy of the whole thing was delicious in its own way.

Eventually, Jade went upstairs to her room to work on college applications — she was hoping to start school in the winter — leaving Rose and Marla watching TV together on the couch. Marla leaned over to Rose and whispered, “Do I start training tomorrow, Ma’am?”

Rose glanced up toward the stairway, then turned the volume up a few points on the TV. She held Marla’s hand in her own and began to massage it as she muttered back, “Yes, Marla, as I said, I will have instructions for you in the morning. I will choose your outfit for work, tell you what to eat, give you a ride to the office, and let you know what else I require you to do.”

“Okay, sounds good to me, Ma’am!”

“You’re still on board with it all, aren’t you, Marla? Not going to flake on me when I push the limits of your comfort zone, honey?”

Marla shook her head. “No, Ma’am! God, I mean, I’m all the way on board.”

“Good. I have a busy week ahead and I won’t have the time or energy for a ton of delays.”

“I’ll do my best, Mistress — I’m so excited!”

Rose smiled and planted a quick, quiet kiss on Marla’s chubby cheek. “That’s my girl. You’re off to a great start.”

Marla was surprised but not disappointed that Rose did nothing further with her physically that evening. She wanted it badly, of course, but her daughter was upstairs. All Rose did was to go into Marla’s suite without her and pick out some clothing, hanging it up in the closet for the next day and then telling Marla not to peek until morning. An hour later, Rose told Marla to go to bed and gave her a brief peck on the neck, causing the bigger woman to sigh and shudder. Marla entered her own suite and locked it, then stripped down naked and got ready for bed.

In the morning, Marla was awakened by her phone vibrating loudly three times. She flailed her hand to pick it up and saw the time — it was twenty minutes earlier than her usual 6:00 AM alarm. Rose had sent her a text message: “You have five minutes to get up, put on a robe, and go to the kitchen. Take a frozen cinnamon rolls from the freezer and get it cooking, then make coffee. I take it with cream. When both are done, bring them along with to my suite along with a banana.”

Marla groaned. She was not an early riser by choice, but orders were orders. After a minute, she rolled out of bed and stumbled to her bathroom door, taking her fluffy white robe from the hook and putting it on. She brushed her teeth quickly, then walked to the kitchen, glancing in the direction of Rose’s suite on the way.

Marla found a cinnamon roll easily enough and put it in the oven, then put the coffee on. It wasn’t too long before both were completed, and she put the roll on a plate along with a banana and a cup of coffee with cream. She brought both to Rose’s suite and carefully knocked on the door, avoiding spilling the coffee.

After a moment, Rose unlocked and opened the door. She was wearing only a pair of panties, and Marla almost dropped the breakfast at the arousing sight. “Well done, Marla,” Rose said. “Set those down on the table.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Marla walked in and set the breakfast down, then undid the knot that held her robe together and shrugged it off.

“Very good, honey!” said Rose. “I half-expected you to forget the rules this early in the morning.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” said Marla. “The more I’m naked in front of you, the easier it gets, I guess.”

“Of course,” said Rose, sitting down at the table. “But I don’t need anything else from you right now.”

“Oh, okay, yes, Mistress. Should I…”

“You may put that robe back on and have some breakfast. Two bowls of cereal, I think, and a grapefruit, and coffee. Then get a nice face of makeup on and dress in the outfit I hung up for you.”

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you!” Marla bent down and got the robe on.

“I’m going to be in the car promptly at 6:50, and remember that I’m giving you a ride to work since your car is in the shop. If you are any later, you’ll have to call a cab or wake up Jade for a ride.”

Marla nodded and quickly waddled out. “I won’t be late, Mistress, I promise!” She was not accustomed to doing much of anything quickly, but she raced to the kitchen and quickly wolfed down two bowls of cereal and put plenty of cream in her coffee to cool it down and drink it faster. The grapefruit was harder to eat quickly, but she managed it — fortunately without spraying herself in the eyes. Jade was nowhere to be seen — the girl almost never worked morning shifts and preferred to sleep in.

After putting away her dishes, Marla made her way to her bathroom and used the toilet, then cleaned herself down there vigorously. After washing up, she gazed into her makeup bag. She wasn’t sure if Rose had anything specific in mind as far as a nice face of makeup went, as Marla had always prided herself on her skill with it, but she decided to be as thorough as she could be in the time allotted. She put on foundation, a subtle amount of blush, red lipstick, and a bit of eye shadow and mascara, taking care to make it look tasteful, not tacky. Eventually, she had to call it good enough and brush her hair.

Marla slipped on a pair of her neon green panties — they had come in a package set — and opened her closet. Rose had pushed her other clothes to the side to draw attention to the outfit she had chosen. Marla gulped. It wasn’t that there was something inherently wrong with the long black skirt and white button-down blouse, but she had bought them several months and maybe a dozen pounds ago. But Rose probably would have known that, and regardless, she was not to be defied. The hanger also included a bra and a pair of long, black nylon stockings.

Marla put on the bra and stuffed herself into the blouse, just managing to close all the buttons. It was a relatively modest garment, but it was definitely bulging at her stomach, breasts, and lower back. She pulled the skirt up her legs and over her titanic ass without too much difficulty, but found that the elastic was definitely a little tight as she tucked in the blouse. She pulled on the hosiery last — the stockings were definitely straining around the fat of her legs, but they held together.

Marla added a pair of black flats to her feet, then remembered the most important touch. She went to her nightstand, opened a drawer, and withdrew the tiny golden necklace with her mistress’s white rose centerpiece. She carefully fastened it around her neck, smiling at this symbol of commitment to Rose.

After checking herself in the mirror, Marla waddled out of her bedroom and glanced at the time on the oven. She gave a sigh of relief — it was 6:47, just in time. She snatched up her purse and went to the garage.

Rose was waiting for her, leaning against her very expensive car. “Just on time,” she said to Marla with a smirk. Rose was wearing a pinstriped pantsuit and a pair of simple diamond earrings, her long blonde hair in a neat bun. “You look nice, Marla,” she added, getting into the car

Marla blushed as she heaved her body into the passenger side. “Thank you, Mistress. These are a little tight, but I do feel…sexy.”

“That’s the idea,” said Rose softly. She pulled out of the garage and drove them toward downtown.

After a few minutes, Marla said, “Do you have any more instructions for me this morning…Mistress?”

“Marla, when I have instructions for you, I will tell you,” said Rose sharply.

“Sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to…”

“But as a matter of fact, I do.” They were in traffic now, behind a number of cars. “Pull up your skirt.”

Marla did a double-take. “Um…my skirt, Ma’am?”

“I didn’t say shirt, did I? Your skirt. Pull. It. Up. I don’t want to have to ask again.”

“Oh, um…out here? With all these…people?”

The cars were stopped, so Rose was able to glare at her. “I highly doubt that anyone will notice, but for the last time, yes, pull your fucking skirt up your legs.”

Marla gulped, her face turning red. “Y-yes, Mistress.” With some difficulty, given its tightness, she was able to shift her weight and pull the front of her skirt upward, slowly exposing her knees, then her thighs.

Rose looked down at Marla’s lap just before traffic started moving again. “I do love seeing your thighs, Marla, I think someone could honestly get lost in them. Especially in those stockings! But I can’t help but notice a problem…”

“W-what’s the problem, Ma’am?” asked Marla.

Rose clicked her tongue. “I don’t remember putting panties in your closet along with that outfit you’re wearing.”

Marla looked down, then looked at her mistress, then wrung her hands. “Oh, shoot, Mistress, I’m, um, sorry, I just didn’t think…”

“When you give up control, Marla, you leave the thinking to me,” said Rose. “I will have to correct you for this.” She pulled into the parking garage next to Marla’s office and began driving around and upward.

Marla watched out the window. “Um…Mistress, that’s where I usually park…”

“Be quiet, Marla,” Rose commanded, driving them up two more levels, where there were virtually no other vehicles. She stopped the car and got out, looking around at the ceiling. “Hmm. I’d be shocked if people weren’t getting their stuff stolen up here.” She gestured to Marla and said, “Get out, please, honey.”

Marla sheepishly exited the car. “Yes, Mistress.” There was no one else around that she could see.

“We’re in a security camera blindspot right now.”

“Uh, what, Ma’am?”

“I briefly did a little criminal law — I don’t recommend it, but it helped me identify those kinds of things.” Rose gestured to the trunk of the car. “Put your hands on the car.”

Marla gave her mistress a desperate look, then obeyed, setting her purse down and then leaning forward.

“Lift your skirt back up,” said Rose. Marla obeyed, then immediately felt a SMACK.

“Ow, oh God, I’m sorry, Mistress!”

Rose beat eight more SMACKS into Marla’s ass. She then roughly pulled at her submissive’s panties, getting the elastic past Marla’s ass and hips with some difficulty and letting them drop down her legs. She then spanked her six more times, harder than before. Marla managed to avoid crying out by clenching her teeth. Rose pushed Marla’s feet up over the panties one at a time.

“You may turn around and drop your skirt, Marla,” Rose said. Marla turned around and let her skirt fall. Rose held out the pair of panties and added, “Wipe your eyes before your makeup smears, that’s my girl.”

Marla took the panties, already smelling of sweat and her juices, and dabbed carefully at her eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Ma’am.”

“Just remember it for next time, Marla — unless it’s some kind of emergency, you wear nothing that I haven’t chosen for you.” Rose took the panties back and stuffed them into her purse. “And have a lovely day at work, honey!” she said, her tone gone from disciplinary to cheerful in a mere moment.

“You…you too, Mistress!” said Marla. This was the first time she had really used that term outside the house, and it felt exciting. Her ass was sore and there was a breeze around her pussy, but she was feeling quite turned on at the moment.

Rose leaned forward, put her arms around Marla, and kissed her on the lips. “I’ll let you know of more instructions I might have. Bye, honey!” Rose returned to her car, waved one more time, and drove off. Marla wasn’t sure what to expect as she walked to the elevator and headed into the office.

Despite Rose’s instigation of a detour, Marla arrived early and clocked in as soon as she was able. Her closest work friend Penny was arriving at about the same time and gave her a friendly wave. “Hi, Marla! How was your weekend?”

Marla grinned. “Oh, it was incredible, Penny!”

“What’d you get up to? You’re looking so, like, tanned and rested. Even after your accident with that hussy in the Mercedes!”

Marla laughed. “Well, this weekend was just the cure for that, I did a spa day, and we did some swimming, and tried just the most delicious place last night…”

“Lucky you!” said Penny. “Ugh, I wish I could do something like that, Lord knows I need it, but this whole summer it’s just chauffeuring the kids around to their camps and birthday parties, and Doug’s no help at all, he’s so anal about the yard, and I just tell him, Doug, a few dandelions are no big deal, but he just…” Penny continued on at length, while Marla’s mind was occupied reminiscing about her own weekend as she walked to her reception desk.

All morning long, Marla waited for a text from Rose, but lunchtime came and went, and still nothing. She was quite distracted, though it didn’t stop her from noticing that Bill and some of the other partners glancing at her disparagingly, as if her car accident had cost them money, despite the package she was delivering ultimately getting to its destination on time.

It was only an hour before an end of the workday when her phone finally buzzed. Marla rapidly looked around before opening up the message. It was from Rose, and it read: “Send me a picture of your cunt. You have ten minutes.”

Marla grinned excitedly, then put out a “back in five minutes” sign and walked past Penny’s desk to let her know she would be back shortly. Her friend nodded absently, and Marla continued on to the women’s restroom.

All five stalls seemed unoccupied, but she still walked to the one in the far corner and made sure it was locked before she sat down. She listened carefully to make sure she was alone, then pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. She had to lift up her rolls of belly fat with one hand and hold her phone with the other as she snapped a photo. Marla took a look at it and found that her thumb had been in the way of the camera, so she quickly took another that she hoped was good enough. She doubled-checked that it was going to Rose, then hit “send,” let her skirt down, and exited the stall.

When Marla got back to her desk, her phone buzzed again. She glanced around even more thoroughly this time and saw that Rose had responded to the risque shot with only a winking emoji. She supposed that was good enough.

Rose picked her up around 5:00, arriving at the same spot she had parked in that morning. “How was your day, hon?” asked Rose.

“It was fine, Mistress,” Marla replied as she swung herself into the car. “I hope you liked the picture.”

Rose nodded. “I did — a little poorly-lit, but I’d imagine you haven’t taken one in a very long time.”

Marla shrugged sheepishly. “No, Mistress…I had some taken for Bill, many years ago, but that was a professional boudoir photographer.”

Rose smirked. “Ah, so even then you didn’t mind being on display, at least in some situations?”

“No, Mistress, I…I felt very sexy doing it, but I don’t think Bill appreciated it very much.”

“Well, yet another distinction I’m happy exists between my brother and me.”

When they got home, Jade had already left for her closing shift at the restaurant. As soon as Marla entered the house, she began to strip. She first undid the tight-sitting buttons of her blouse, letting her belly and breasts spill back out with a wonderfully liberating feeling. She then removed her bra and pulled off her skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Rose came up behind and put her hands on Marla’s arms before she could reach down again. “Leave the stockings, dear,” she said in Marla’s ear, before planting a long kiss on her neck.

Marla shuddered. “Yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll have you start dinner soon, but first, let’s do a little training.” She gripped Marla’s hand and led her to the couch. Rose took a seat and said, “On your knees.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Getting onto her knees always took some doing, but she was excited for what would come next.

“Undo my belt and take my pants off, then my panties,” said Rose. Marla leaned forward and obeyed, gently removing her mistress’s lower clothing, giving her a kiss on the thigh on the way.

“Cheeky girl,” Rose chuckled. “Now, let’s continue your learning.” She pointed to her pussy and gave Marla a smile that was both encouraging and a little frightening.

Marla eagerly bent to her task, putting her hands on Rose’s luscious thighs and beginning to lick her clit. She’d noticed that Rose appreciated a buildup, so she tried her best to control her speed as she tongued her mistress.

For the next minutes, Rose gave her occasional feedback like, “Too fast,” “Too close,” and “Yes, keep doing it like that!” Marla’s heart beat a little faster at that — her previous attempts hadn’t made Rose this happy, and it seemed like her mistress’s pleasure was definitely growing.

It must not have been growing fast enough, however, because Rose eventually tapped Marla on the shoulder. “Better, honey, but still not quite enough. I’m quite wet, and I feel good, but I want to feel great, and you’re just not there yet.”

Marla frowned, her mouth smeared with Rose’s pussy fluids. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I want to make it amazing for you.”

“I know you do, Marla, and you get credit for good intentions, but I do have to discipline you. Lie on your stomach.”

Marla complied, bracing herself, and quickly felt a painful SMACK on her ass — it felt different from Rose’s hand. She glanced behind her as best she could and saw that her mistress was holding one of Marla’s own flat shoes.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Rose finished the first five slowly, then rapidly added twenty-five more. Marla felt no need to muffle herself, so she whimpered and cried out into the carpet.

“You may stand up, honey,” said Rose, helping Marla sway to her feet. “Unfortunately, that’s the end of our fun together tonight — I have quite a pile of work I took home with me. I’ll text you the casserole recipe, just knock on my suite door when it’s done.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Marla was quite disappointed, but she set to work making dinner for herself and Rose, trying to avoid standing too close to the kitchen windows in her nakedness. Rose did not invite her in when Marla brought her food — her mistress simply told her to entertain herself before shutting the door. Marla inwardly wished that this extended to an orgasm, but it clearly did not.

Still, after polishing off several pieces of casserole, Marla went to her room and ran herself a bath. She touched herself for ten minutes, rubbing her abused ass cheeks into the wall of the tub, but didn’t dare to approach an orgasm, despite thoughts of Rose dancing in her head. She got no more instructions from her mistress by text, so she resolved to do better the next day.

Tuesday wasn’t much different from Monday, at least at first. Rose woke Marla up early by text with instructions on breakfast, left her a relatively low-cut green dress to wear, and drove her to work. This time, Marla pulled her dress up immediately above her legs to show that she wasn’t wearing panties. Rose smiled with approval, and promised to reward her good behavior later.

The text from Rose came around lunchtime, and this time it read, “Tits, then ass, this time. Two pictures each hour for the rest of the day. For your lunch, order a pizza and eat all of it.”

This time, Marla practically scurried to the bathroom, eager to please and thrilled by the dirtiness of it all. It was a struggle to quickly remove her bra and the top of her dress for her tits, especially after she had bloated from the pizza she had eaten. It was easy enough to lift up her dress for the shots from behind. The greater difficulty was getting her hand back far enough for a good shot of her globular ass, but Marla managed it once an hour.

By the end of afternoon, Marla got a call that her car had been repaired, and was in a celebratory mood when Rose picked her up. “My car’s been fixed, Mistress!” she said as she got into Rose’s.

Rose smiled. “That’s great news, honey, how much was it?”

“A little pricier than I would have liked, Ma’am…a few thousand. So it’s a relief that that house payment is off my chest!”

“Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Again, Mistress, thank you so much for helping me with that woman I hit…I’d be in deep trouble if you hadn’t been there!”

Rose planted a kiss on Marla’s lips. “Anything for my sweet Marla, dear! Let’s go pick up your car — it’s bittersweet, I guess, since we won’t have these car rides together quite so often.”

After picking up her vehicle, Marla followed Rose home. Upon arriving in the garage, she stripped out of her clothes and entered the house. She immediately saw that Rose was already waiting for her on the couch with her pants down.

“Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?” said Rose.

This time, Marla’s attempt went about as well as the last one. Rose was definitely shaking and moaning, but never approaching climax. When she finally pushed Marla back, the punishment this time was harsher — 40 spanks on the ass and thighs.

When Rose finished dealing out the blows, leaving Marla weeping softly on the floor, she said, “You’re aimed in the right direction, Marla, but you need better technique. Oh! I have an idea!” She picked up her phone and began typing rapidly.

Marla’s own phone buzzed, and after a nod from her mistress, she looked at it. It was a link to the website Rose had used on Saturday night. “What is it, Mistress?”

“Your homework,” said Rose. “As I told you, this site has some of the more realistic sapphic porn on the internet, and that link will let you use my login. Your homework for tonight, after dinner, while I’m doing casework, is to watch pussy-eating videos until you think you’ve finally figured it out. You may not cum.”

Marla got up. Much to her frustration, she was highly aroused and hadn’t cum since Saturday, but she swallowed her feelings and said, “Yes, Mistress, I will see if I can learn how real lesbians do it.”

Rose frowned. “Uh-huh. But why don’t you make us some meatballs first.”

Watching the videos after dinner in her bedroom was frustrating as hell for Marla, who had only watched porn a few times in her life, mostly with her ex-husband. The women in the videos — feminine, butch, and everything in between — were beautiful, athletic, and clearly enjoying the hell out of each other. Marla didn’t even dare put her hand on her clit, because she knew it would lead her down a road to a forbidden orgasm she didn’t think she could resist. It was a struggle to actually learn anything when all her body wanted to do was throw herself into ecstasy, but Marla managed to pick up a few clues on what she could do better to drive Rose wild.

Wednesday started just as Tuesday had, with Marla bringing Rose breakfast very early, though she was able to leave for work on her own time. She actually felt disappointed not having Rose ogling her legs on the way into work – she was not wearing panties today either. Even though she was driving and no one else would likely be looking, she pulled her skirt up anyway as she commuted to work.

It was a busy day at the office. The word around the place was that all the accountants were on a serious crunch to finish up several important audits, and the atmosphere was tense. Marla knew that despite public perception of CPAs as a boring, inoffensive bunch, the industry was cutthroat and frequently populated by sociopaths. She found herself working double-time to help out in areas she didn’t normally touch. To make matters worse, the air conditioner was on the fritz, and even when it was cooling the building, the vents emitted loud noise that made it hard to focus in the main areas.

Nadia in HR, Marla’s least favorite coworker, kept sending passive-aggressive emails reminding the support staff how important it was to focus on their work at the moment and avoid personal activities. Marla knew full well that Nadia spent much of her time playing games on her phone, but she was friendly with the higher-ups and got away with a lot.

It was in the middle of this stressful atmosphere after lunch that Marla suddenly felt her phone vibrate. She peeked at the message — from Rose, of course — and did a double-take. It read, “I have a special treat for you. Go to the bathroom and touch yourself. You may cum.”

Marla shuddered with excitement, reading over the text over and over to make sure she hadn’t missed some sort of catch, but there it was. She had been operating at some level of arousal for the past several days, and she would finally be able to scratch the itch!

The trouble was, this was the bathroom at work. Marla had done some almost-public fooling around during her marriage, but that had been with her big-shot ex-husband. This was a workplace where she had few friends and fewer higher-ups looking out for her. Getting caught would be a disaster.

At the same time, the urge to cum and her mistress’s command could not be ignored. Marla slowly stood up, not bothering to let anyone know where she was going, and waddled her way to the women’s room, bringing her purse with her. The air conditioner was choosing this afternoon to be silent again, so she felt positively drenched in sweat, though it was a different kind of wetness she felt in her pussy.

Marla went to the end of the stalls and checked the gaps beneath the doors — blessedly smaller than at most offices — and made sure she was alone before entering the last one. She sat her gigantic ass down on the seat as gently as she could, then reached her right hand underneath the elastic waistband of her skirt. Marla realized that she might not be able to control the sounds she made, so she put her purse on her lap in case she needed to use it to muffle herself.

Now the hard part was for Marla to find something specific to think about. Rose was foremost in her mind — the woman’s gentle kisses, her wicked hands, her voluptuous body, her silky, commanding voice. As Marla rubbed her clit, she thought about all her intimate moments with her mistress — Rose getting her off with a vibrator, fucking her pussy with a strap-on, then setting rules for their relationship, brutally spanking her in bondage, and taking her ass. Other visions flew into her head as well — the lesbian porn Rose had made her watch the night before, and the muscular Greek masseur who had oiled her body during her trip to the spa.

After only a couple of minutes Marla was clenching her teeth and approaching her climax when she heard the bathroom door open. She sighed in frustration as she heard someone getting into the stall next to hers.

“Is that you, Marla?” asked the voice of Penny.

Marla grimaced, but tried to keep a pleasant tone. “It’s me, Pen.”

“Sorry, I’m not bothering you during…you know, am I?” Marla heard the telltale sound of a trickle coming from the next stall.

“No,” said Marla, “I’m not doing that right now, I just came in here to, you know, get away for a minute.”

“God, I know what you mean,” said Penny. “They’re practically slave-drivers this time of year!”

Marla shuddered involuntarily at the word. “Uh, yeah, they really are working us.”

“Like a bunch of G-D cows, pardon my French,” said Penny. “At least they could fix the air conditioner, right?”

“You said it, girl!” said Marla. Her hand was still on her throbbing clit, and she desperately wanted Penny to leave.

Fortunately, her plump friend must have gotten some psychic feeling from her, because Penny said, “But you came in here for a little time away, don’t let me bother you!” Marla heard her open up her stall door and head to the sink. “Hey, are you doing anything this weekend? Doug agreed to take the kids to the park so I could have some me time, but we could meet up if you wanna unwind?”

“Sounds great, I’ll let you know!” said Marla rapidly.

“Great, I’ll send you a…” Penny’s next words were drowned out by the hand-dryer, and Marla heard the door shut behind her soon after.

Marla raced back into rubbing her clit and teasing the opening of her pussy. She shook thoughts of Penny and her useless husband out of her head and thought about eating Rose’s pussy, but in her vision, she was successful, and her blonde mistress spasmed as pleasure took her. She would cum, she would quake, and she would tell Marla that she was a good girl…

“Ohhhhhhh…Goddddd…” Marla moaned through gritted teeth as she rocked on the toilet, thrusting her thighs together as she came. Four days of Rose’s teasing had built up what felt like a lake behind a dam, releasing waves that cascaded through Marla’s whole body. She rode the waves as quietly as she could, but couldn’t help gasping and catching her breath.

As her climax subsided, Marla began to breath deeply in an effort to cool down. She stayed in the stall for a few more minutes to cool off and wipe her wet pussy before leaving it. She checked herself in the mirror — her face was a little red, but she had put on enough blush this morning to make it not particularly noticeable. Not that most people at the office looked at her, anyway.

Marla’s legs felt like jelly as she made her way back to her desk. Naturally, there were several documents waiting to be scanned or copied, and at least three messages marked “high priority” in her email. She couldn’t help smiling despite her workload — she had just stolen a few minutes for herself from this heartless place, something she never would have attempted if it hadn’t been for Rose’s guidance.

That evening, Marla saw her daughter before she left for her waitressing shift. “How’s work this week, Mom?” Jade asked. “I haven’t really seen you since Sunday!”

“Oh, they’re really bossing me around,” said Marla. She told Jade a little gossip about her coworkers and the bosses. “It’s a drag,” she added, “but I get by with little joys throughout the day, and getting to come home to this gorgeous house and my lovely gals.”

Jade smiled. “I know what you mean. Work has felt a lot more chill since we moved out of the old place and stopped having all that financial misery hanging over us!”

Rose walked into the kitchen, carrying her laptop around with her. “And let me tell you, ladies, it’s been an absolute pleasure for me having you live here too! I’m excited to visit Dani this weekend, but I’ll miss you both at the same time! Do you have any weekend plans?”

Jade shrugged her shoulders and Marla said, “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, you’re welcome to have friends over, of course!” said Rose. “Or, if you’d like, I know it’s only been a few days for you, Marla, but if you call the spa and drop my name, I bet they could find you a time for a doubles’ massage and give you a pretty good discount, too!”

Jade looked at Marla. “Oh, God, can we, Mom?”

Marla glanced at Rose, who returned an almost imperceptible nod. “Um, sure, honey! I don’t want to turn into some kind of pampering queen, but I think we could afford that…I can at least call and see…”

Jade smiled. “I’m so stoked! I’ll clear my calendar, Mom, thank you! And thank you, Aunt Rose!” She hugged them both, first Marla, then Rose. “Bye guys!”

After Jade went to the garage, Rose made sure she had driven away before saying to Marla, “Let’s go to my suite.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Marla was already beginning to strip off her clothing and collect it in a bundle in her arms. She followed Rose down the hallway, tossing the clothes into her bedroom on the way.

When they got into the suite, Rose slipped out of her pants and underwear, leaving on her shirt and blazer. She walked to the bedroom, beckoning at Marla to follow, then got on the bed and reclined in a sitting position against her pillows. Rose spread her legs and said, “Maybe you’ll find this position a little easier. Hop to it, honey.”

Marla eagerly climbed onto the bed and crawled forward until her head was between Rose’s plump thighs. She lowered herself down, spreading out her massive body, and put her hands on Rose’s legs. Marla’s tongue began to tease around Rose’s clit, not coming at it directly, but gently kissing past it.

Rose gasped. “Mmmm…Marla, I think you’re learning.” She gripped the covers with one hand as Marla continued to work uninterrupted. With the other, she ran her fingers through her slave’s brown hair, massaging her scalp.

Marla took care not to get carried away, trying to balance out variety and consistency as she lapped at her mistress. Occasionally, she stuck her tongue into the entrance of Rose’s pussy, or used her lips to kiss her clit. It seemed to be working — Rose was moaning and pulling on Marla’s hair.

“That’s it, Marla, right there, you’re getting it, you’re going to do it! Oh God, it’s so good!”

Marla moaned in reply but did not let up her effort, locking herself into a pattern of licking circles around her mistress’s clit and tightly gripping her thighs. She ate desperately, hungrily, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world, but she did everything she could to focus on responding to Rose’s needs.

“Oh God…oh God…OH GOD!” cried Rose, as her hips bucked “OH YES, FUCK!”

Marla’s face was squeezed between Rose’s thighs as she desperately kept licking, hearing her mistress’s muffled cries. Though she was focused on the feeling in her tongue and face, she could tell that she herself was wet as hell.

Rose pulled on Marla’s hair in a way that was almost painful as she gave one last moan as her shuddering began to cool down. She released her thighs’ grip on Marla’s head and looked down. Marla smiled back up, her face drenched, to see her mistress nodding in approval.

“That’s more like it, honey!” said Rose, beaming. “Still not the best I’ve ever had, of course, but you made me cum, and I’m so proud of you!”

Marla sighed happily. “Oh, thank you, Mistress, I’m so excited!”

“You definitely have some natural talent, but more than that, you have commitment, and that pleases me,” said Rose. “I definitely won’t punish you for that performance. In fact…” she said, with a wicked grin, “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Marla smiled even bigger. “Oh, Ma’am, thank you, whatever it is!”

Rose gently pushed Marla’s head backward and crawled sideways off of the bed to stand. “Take my place on the pillows,” she said, as she reached into her nightstand drawers.

Marla eagerly obeyed, crawling forward and rolling onto her back, then adjusting her way up onto the pillows. She spread her massive legs and waited for her mistress.

Rose was holding a familiar item — the strap-on dildo she had originally used to fuck Marla last Friday. “You’ve gone several days without a fucking,” Rose said, “and something tells me you have the appetite for more.”

Marla nodded. “Oh, yes, Mistress, I do, I want it so bad!”

Rose smiled as she pulled the strap-on up her legs and fastened it around her waist. “You have my permission to cum again.” She got onto the bed again and began to mount her slave.

Marla shuddered and moaned as the big purple dildo entered her sopping wet pussy. Rose hadn’t yet fucked her from the front, and lying under her mistress, looking up at her gorgeous face and blonde hair, made it feel so much more intimate.

Rose started gently, then began to pound into Marla’s pussy, staring down into her face. “Mmm, you love being fucked, don’t you, Marla?”

“Yes, Mistress, I love it when you fuck me!”

“You love to cum, you love sex, you love all the dirty things I do to you!”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, I do!”

“You’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh…yes…ohhhhhhh…”

“You’re mine, aren’t you? My big, beautiful slave to do with as…I…please?”

“Yes…Mistress…I…be…long…to…you!”

“You wanted it so bad, you accepted it so fast, and now you’re mine!”

“Yes…you…own…me…Ma’am! Please…keep…fuck…ing…me!”

“Cum…for me…Marla, you…sexy…slut!”

“Oh God…Mistress…oh…ohh…OHHHHHH!” Marla’s body shook with her second orgasm of the day, her eyes rolling back into her head. Rose was holding her down by the arms and continuing to thrust. Marla felt like putty in her hands, and it was glorious. She rode it for a long time as Rose continued, having multiple orgasms as the toy pounded into her.

At last, Marla’s fat body came to a halt, though she panted underneath Rose. She looked up at her Mistress, who had a satisfied, amused smirk on her face, and said, “Thank you so much, Mistress…I don’t…I don’t know what to say…or how to say it…”

Rose cocked her head. “What is it, honey?”

Marla wiped a tear from her eye. “Mistress I…I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but I…I love you.” She looked up at Rose in trepidation, waiting for a reaction.

Rose smiled. “I love you too, my sweet Marla. I mean, I did before, in a family way, but what we have is deeper, isn’t it?”

Marla chuckled. “I mean…your purple cock is deep in me right now, for one thing.”

Rose laughed. “Very cheeky, very cute, but you know what I mean, don’t you? We have a bond, now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Marla. “I still don’t know for sure what it all means, but I’m so happy to belong to you. Not just anyone, but you. I know you might introduce me to new things, and that you said I might not be the only one you, you know, have sex with, but…I just feel so special with you, you know? I’ll do anything for you.”

“Definitely,” said Rose. “I’m glad you’re understanding, and I’m so proud of you for it.” She pulled the dildo out of Marla’s pussy, got off of the bed, and began to take it off. “You may clean up in my bathroom, and then how about we make some dinner together?”

It was a lovely dinner, and Marla had a wonderful time making it, even though it still felt a bit weird for her to be naked and Rose to be fully clothed. They’d made out in the kitchen for a bit, then Rose had to go back to working from home, leaving Marla to watch TV alone. She felt happier than she had in a long time as she drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Marla felt that she was getting used to the routine. She got up early, made breakfast for Rose and herself, did her bathroom routine, then looked in her closet for the outfit her mistress had picked for her. This time, she was shocked: not only were there a pair of her lime-green panties on the hanger, but there was a purple object next to them — the vibrator that Rose had shown her on Saturday night.

Marla put on her robe and waddled to the kitchen, where Rose was dressed for work and drinking coffee. “Um, Mistress,” she said softly, “am I supposed to put it…leave it…in me?”

Rose nodded as she took a sip of her coffee. “I would have thought that was obvious.”

“Oh…” whispered Marla. “Will I have…um, control of it?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Certainly not, Marla, I still control that part of you, don’t I? It’s app-based, so it works at any distance.”

“S-so…you might turn it on…whenever?”

“You know, I might just do that. I’d suggest that if you feel it start to hum, find somewhere private.”

Marla gulped. “Yes, Ma’am.”

It was eerie feeling for Marla, going through her day with this plastic thing partly in her, partly on her clit. She still wore tampons on occasion, but this was a decidedly different sensation. It felt like having a loaded gun to her head, but instead of violence, it fired pleasure.

It wasn’t until very late in the workday that it turned on, at an inopportune time. Marla and Penny were at Nadia’s cubicle, listening to her talk about possible changes to their dental insurance.

“So, you see, it is a done deal,” said the skinny human resources officer, “but it’s not a big change, and costs for you won’t go up that much.”

Penny was pursing her lips. “Not a big change? I mean, gawd, Nadia, this is going to push my kids’ orthodontist out of network! They’ve been seeing him for four years, and you know how hard it is to get them used to someone like that, especially when it’s procedures they hate!”

“I really don’t know what you mean…

Marla’s shoulders tensed and her eyes widened as she began feeling a gentle buzzing between her legs. “Uh, you guys…”

Penny was rolling her eyes. “I thought you said last year that they weren’t changing it again, I mean, Jeez Louise, what’s next, cutting our HSA contributions?”

Nadia shrugged. “Penny, I understand you’re frustrated, and I hear you, but healthcare costs aren’t going down. You could always get a discount if you, you know, made some lifestyle changes…”

Penny looked like she was about to burst, but Marla interrupted her by saying, “Um, yes, thanks, Nadia, sorry, do you mind if I, um, use the facilities?”

Nadia raised an eyebrow. “Do what you need to do, all this information is in the folder…”

“Thanks!” blurted Marla. The vibrating was getting heavier. She raced to the women’s room as fast as her doughy legs could carry her, nearly knocking over a trash can on her way.

Marla rapidly checked to make sure the stalls were empty and went into the one on the end. The vibrator was massaging her clit and pussy in a wave pattern, and it was gradually getting more intense.

Marla pulled out her phone and rapidly typed a text message, having some difficulty with the distracting waves of pleasure between her legs. “Now’s not a great time, Ma’am…” she sent.

There was a message back only seconds later that read, “I told you to be ready to find somewhere private. You may cum.”

Those three words pretty much threw Marla’s worries out the window. Not needing to stimulate herself, she covered her mouth with her hand as the speed and pulsing increased. With the other, she stimulated her rock-hard nipples from the outside of her blouse, shuddering as she built toward her climax.

It only took a minute or two — Marla moaned through a closed mouth into her hand, sounding like a mooing cow, as she shook with her third orgasm of the work week. The vibrator didn’t slow down for more than a minute, so she clenched her muscles and rode it for all it was worth before it finally let up.

When she was done, Marla was panting even more heavily than she had when she’d masturbated the day before, and terrified that someone had heard. But the bathroom was empty this time, so she got up, washed her hands, and returned to her desk, praying that her wetness wouldn’t show through her pants.

If it had, no one said anything, and the rest of the day was uneventful until Jade left for work. Rose once again led Marla to her suite and lay on the bed, directing Marla to keep honing her skills at eating pussy. Marla gave it her all once again, and Rose definitely had an orgasm.

“That was…very good, Marla,” Rose said after she finished. “But not quite as good as yesterday.”

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“I’m trying to help you grow and improve, you know. So I do need to administer a little punishment.”

The thirty spanks that Rose administered weren’t anything too terrible, but they did leave Marla more determined to do better. Then Rose said, “Oh, and I almost forgot, you sent me a rather, well, not-submissive message earlier today, and I do need to punish you for that as well.” The next twenty blows to Marla’s ass were harder, and left tears glistening on her chubby cheeks.

Rose allowed Marla to stand, then waved her out of the suite, saying, “I need to pack — my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon, and I don’t get back until Monday.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll miss you.”

“But don’t worry,” Rose said with a smirk, “there will still be some training for you tomorrow. Something very special, in fact.”

Marla had difficulty falling asleep wondering about what the special something would be, but eventually she managed it, and woke up the next morning with the sense that her dreams had been horny ones, though she couldn’t remember any details. Out in the kitchen, Rose was already standing, dressed in a pantsuit with her suitcase and personal bag.

“I have a few things to do at the office before wheels up,” said Rose, “so this is goodbye for the weekend, honey.” She set her suitcase down and stretched out her arms”

Marla walked into her mistress’s embrace and returned it. “Goodbye, Mistress, I hope you have a wonderful time with your daughter!”

Rose kissed her on the lips. “And I hope you have a great time with yours! Give Jade my love! You may use any common area of the house this weekend, including the pool.” She gave Marla one more kiss, then said, “See you on Monday!”

Marla smiled as her mistress went to the garage, then went to her bedroom to get ready. To her surprise, the outfit Rose had picked was a modest one, complete with a red-and-gray striped long sleeved shirt, black pants, and a pair of lime green panties — no vibrator to be found. Marla put on the outfit, added Rose’s necklace, and headed to her car.

While it may have been crunch time for everyone earlier in the work week, today was a Friday in the summer, and clearly many staff were already headed out to their weekend getaways. Penny had taken the day off, so Marla’s morning was fairly lonely. She received no deliveries, few phone calls, and barely any interaction with any staff. She ate leftover meatballs for lunch at her desk, at which point even more people cleared out for an early start on relaxing, leaving the building mostly empty. The only sound was the loud whirring of the air conditioner, which was keeping the office almost too cold to be comfortable.

Marla was beginning to think that Rose had forgotten to give her any instructions before getting on her flight, so she busied herself with wrapping up any messages and work that still remained before the weekend. She was staring at her computer when the front door to the offices opened and a man in a courier’s uniform stepped in.

“Hi there,” said Marla absently, still looking at her computer, “how can I help you?”

“I have a delivery for you,” said the man in a Southern European accent.

Marla glanced up at him, then her eyes went wide. The man had tanned skin, dark hair, a chiseled jaw, and strong muscles in his arms and legs, clearly visible beneath his and shirt and shorts. The uniform was fairly generic, featuring only a small name tag that identified him as “Andreas.”

She hadn’t gotten a perfect look at him last weekend, but there was no mistaking it: this was the man who had given her a massage the weekend before.

“Um…uh…” stammered Marla, “what? Sorry, you, um…”

“Have a delivery,” repeated Andreas, “for you.”

“Oh!” squeaked Marla. “Okay, who is it addressed to?”

The Greek man said nothing, simply holding out a large courier’s envelope to Marla. She took it. It was addressed to the firm, care of Marla Hendricks. The return address she didn’t recognize.

“Yep,” said Marla, “that’s me!” She glanced toward Andreas’s eyes for a moment, and he looked back at her, a neutral expression on his face. She looked back down at the envelope, intimidated and blushing. “Do you, um, need me to…sign for it, or anything?”

Andreas shook his head. “Open,” he said softly, firmly.

Marla gulped, nodded, and took a letter opener out of her desk. Then she noticed the envelope was perforated, so she pulled at the edge and it came off. Inside, there was only a small sheet of paper, which she pulled out. It was stationary from Rose’s law firm, she recognized that much, and there were only a few words on it.

“Follow this man’s instructions. They come from me. -R.”

Marla looked up at the tall Greek. He had his hands behind his back, and was looking at her expectantly — not rudely, by any means. “Thank you!” said Marla, then added softly, “Can I…um…help you with anything else today…sir?”

Andreas looked up like he was thinking about it, then back down at Marla. “Would you mind showing me, please, to your men’s room?”

Marla nodded and stood up as fast as her fat legs would let her. “Yes, of course, I’d be happy to, sir, I’m sure you’ve had a lot of deliveries today! Let me know if I can get you any water, or coffee, or anything…”

“Just the men’s room, please.”

“Sure thing, right this way!” Marla walked him back toward the restrooms, having the unshakeable sense that his eye was on her behind — he had mentioned that he loved women with big asses, and hers was gargantuan. She glanced around for anyone else still at the office, but it seemed like hardly anyone was around, at least in the cubicle areas. Maybe the odd partner in their offices, but they had their own, nicer bathrooms. Oh, boy.

“Here we are!” said Marla, a nervous smile on her face. “Again, please let me know if you need anything else, anything at all, I’m sure you must be thirsty on a hot day like this.”

Andreas said nothing, but he held up a hand, then pointed his finger downward at her feet. Marla nodded, planting her feet firmly down as he walked into the bathroom.

Only twenty seconds later, he emerged. He walked up to her until there were only a few inches of distance between his muscular body and her big belly. “Follow me,” he muttered, and he walked back into the men’s room.

Marla shuddered, looked around one more time to make sure they were alone, and followed him in. The men’s room only had three stalls along with four urinals, and Andreas was heading toward the larger, handicap stall on the end. He reached it, pushed on the door, and held it open.

What a gentleman! Marla thought, in spite of herself. She folded her hands and rested them on her big belly, shaking with anticipation, and walked into the stall.

Andreas gently closed and locked the stall, then moved to the wall and turned to face her. He looked even stronger and more imposing in the confined space. He seemed to size her up with his eyes for a moment, then he gestured with his hand. “Shirt and pants. Off.”

Marla quivered. “Oh, um…you mean, now?”

He frowned. “Off. And your bra.” His voice left no further room for protest.

Marla quickly started to undo her shirt buttons, exposing the valley of cleavage beneath her bra to the Greek. She pulled her flabby arms out of the sleeves, then hung the shirt on the hook. She pulled clumsily at her bra hook and got it undone, then shifted it off, showing him her enormous tits. He was staring at her wordlessly, so she started pulling at her waistband, working it over the vastness of her ass and hips, then down her thighs. She stepped out of the pants and stood before him in nothing but her panties.

Rationally, Marla knew that this man had already seen her naked body — the back side, at least — when he’d given her a massage. But that was in the controlled, almost medical environment of the spa. This was her workplace. When Rose had started making her go without clothing when Jade was outside the house, Marla hadn’t believed she could feel more exposed. She was wrong.

Andreas looked her up and down with a curious hunger on his face. He stepped closer to her, and she shivered. “Turn around,” he said softly, and she obeyed. Marla could feel him right behind her, and he felt his right hand cup her breast. Then it went lower, along her belly, tracing her curves. She gasped as his other hand feeling her globular left ass cheek, kneading the flesh and tracing the line of her panties.

“You have glorious ass,” said the Greek. “I am glad that it does belong to Rose Hendricks, so that I may see it.”

Marla sighed with arousal at his touch. “Thank you…Sir.”

He was now close enough to breath on her neck. “Another day, I will get permission to sample it. But not today. There are instructions.” He held her shoulders in his big, soft hands, and turned her back around slowly.

Marla looked in his eyes for hints of what he was going to do to her. “What instructions, S-Sir?”

“You have your phone?”

Marla did — she had been making a habit of taking it with her in her hand or back pocket whenever she went anywhere, in case Rose messaged her. She’d had to be careful not to crush it. “Yes, it’s, um…in my pants, here.” She bent down and took it from the pocket.

“Unlock and give it to me.”

“Okay…” Marla entered in 1-1-1-4, showing him the code, and handed him the phone.

Andreas fiddled with the phone for a moment, then aimed it at Marla. As he pointed it up and down her face, Marla’s jaw dropped as she realized he was taking a video.

“For Rose,” he mouthed, before saying, “Kneel down. You can use your clothes for padding.”

Oh. Still a gentleman! Marla thought, but she did not hesitate before obeying. She arranged her shirt and pants in a folded pile at her feet, then used the bars on the side of the stall to lower herself downward.

“Good girl. You will continue to address me as Sir, for now.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Marla said, her face red.

“What is your name?” he said.

“Marla. Uh, Marla Hendricks.”

Andreas stepped forward and pointed the phone camera at the golden necklace that Marla was wearing. “Who is it you belong to, Marla Hendricks?”

“Rose Hendricks. I belong to her. Sir.”

“She has lent your body, your big, huge, sexy body, to me,” said Andreas. “Well…part of your body. Will you share it with me?”

Marla gulped. “Um…I uh…” She thought about Rose’s words about following her instructions, and about what they had talked about on Saturday. There was no going back now. “Yes, Sir, please, tell me what she…what you…want from me.”

Andreas grinned. “My hands are busy taking the video right now, yes? Undo my belt, Marla.”

“Yes, Sir,” whispered Marla. She leaned forward and pulled at his belt buckle, gently setting it to the side.

“And the rest.”

“Yes, Sir.” Marla shuddered, but she did her duty, unzipping his fly and pulling at his pants and the boxer shorts underneath. She couldn’t help but gasp when she saw the cock underneath. He was already completely hard, his cock long and thick in front of her face. His testicles were a little hairy, but had trimmed himself around the base of his shaft.

Marla stared at the cock for a moment — it had been years since she’d seen one in person — then looked up at Andreas’ face and the camera on her phone.

He was still smiling as he said, “Open.”

Marla closed her eyes. She realized her mouth was watering as she dropped her jaw and he pushed himself between her lips. He tasted salty — different from Rose’s tang, but not completely.

Marla didn’t have much experience giving oral sex to women, but this was a different story. She had given her ex-husband head numerous times a year, having cured herself of her gag reflex and developed her technique. Within seconds, she had taken almost his entire length into her mouth.

She opened her eyes and glanced back up at him again. He nodded at her appreciatively as he continued to hold the phone above her face. “Well done,” he said. “Now, show us what you can do.”

Marla closed her eyes again, put a hand under Andreas’ balls and began to move her face back and forth, pursing her lips while avoiding scraping him with her teeth. She licked hungrily at it as she did, breathing through her nose as her own arousal built up.

Andreas was doing little, content to watch her bob up and down on his cock. He had remarkably steady hands for the camera, though when Marla looked at him, she could tell he was enjoying himself.

“Very good,” he breathed, as Marla worked on him. “You suck cock…mmm…like a…golden…whore.” With his left hand, he began to stroke Marla’s hair.

Marla felt torn, though she didn’t let it affect how she took his cock in her throat. On the one hand, she was completely in love with her mistress, and was beginning to think she preferred women — or at least Rose — over men after all. On the other hand, Andreas was like a Greek god, and she felt like she would follow him into hell just to feel his hands on her skin.

“My God…” he murmured as he began to push her head back and forth along his shaft. Marla went willingly along with him, keeping the tight seal of her mouth along his shaft. She gazed up at the camera, wanting Andreas — and Rose — to see what an obedient, lusty, ravenous slave she was.

“Aaaaahhh…” Andreas sighed. “Aaaah…Marla, do not break away. Take it all, take it down your beautiful throat.”

Marla grunted on his cock but did not stop moving her head. Andreas gave a final “Aaaahhhh…” and Marla felt his cock quivering as his cum entered her mouth. The taste was salty, a bit bitter, but not unfamiliar, and she made no attempt to eject his cock from between her lips. It felt like an entire minute passed before he was finished cumming, and she dutifully gulped at it as he pulled out of her face. Marla desperately swallowed it down, though a small droplet ended up on the outside of her lips, and she wiped it off with her hand.

Andreas was panting softly above her. He took a bit of toilet paper, wiped off the head of his cock, and tossed it into the toilet, still keeping the phone fixed on Marla. “You served very well, Marla,” he said.

She smiled, flexing her jaw a bit to stave off the slight soreness. “Thank you, Sir! I’m glad I pleased you, and my mistress.”

“You have wonderful lips for sucking cock,” he said, pulling up his pants. “And I hope I will be able to fuck your mouth again. Your mistress has told me that if you did a good job, you can cum, and you did a very good job.”

Marla smiled, “Oh, thank you, Sir!” She looked at the camera and added, “Thank you, Mistress!” Then she looked back at Andreas’ face. “Sir, do you…do you want anything more…from me?”

He frowned and sighed. “Marla, I would like very much to have more of you right now, today, but your body is not for me to take, or for you to give. It belongs to Rose, yes?”

Marla nodded. “Yes, you’re right, Sir. I…you are…you are just, a very handsome man, Sir.”

He nodded. “I believe we will see each other again, Marla.” He handed her the phone, reversing the direction of the camera view as he did so. “One more instruction — while you are making yourself cum, you must continue the video — show your mistress your pleasure, as she is the one who owns it.”

Marla raised her eyebrows — this was a new one. “Oh, okay, yes, Sir.”

Andreas smiled as he redid his belt. He nodded to her, but that was it. He unlocked the stall door, opened it, and walked out, shutting it behind him.

Marla quickly stood up and moved forward to lock it, keeping the camera focused on her face. She sat down on the toilet and looked into her phone. She felt self-conscious, seeing her face on the screen, but she put on a smile. “Thank you, Mistress, I was so glad to suck that man’s cock for you. Thank you for allowing me to cum.” She stuffed a hand into her panties and kept the other one extended as she began to massage her wet pussy and clit.

Then Marla heard the bathroom door open again. Did Andreas have one more instruction? No, she heard two sets of feet enter, first slowly, then quickly. She quickly put her clothing on the tank of the toilet behind her, then raised up her feet as best she could.

She heard what sounded like someone glancing down to check beneath the stalls for feet, then a voice say, “No one in here.” It was Bill, the bald, popular accountant who had given Marla the delivery assignment the day she’d had her car accident.

“What did you expect?” she heard another voice say. It was Nadia. “It’s a Friday in June, everyone’s already on vacation.”

Bill chuckled. “Yeah, except for you and me, baby. I thought Marla might still be here, though…”

Nadia laughed. “Even if the cow is still lurking around the office, she wouldn’t be in the fucking men’s room, would she?”

“Guess you’re right, though she’s so scatterbrained, I wouldn’t put it past her!” said Bill.

Marla, still frozen heard what sounded like hungry, intense kissing. “Ew, those two assholes deserve each other.” she thought.

“So you’re sure this is solid? This is gonna help me make partner?” said Bill.

“Absolutely,” said Nadia. “You’ll have no competition after Terry’s out. And with what I found out about him seeing prostitutes on company work trips…”

“Oh, he’s fucked!” said Bill. “I mean, partners can get away with that kinda shit, absolutely, but he’s just a partner-in-waiting. So you still think we should give him the option to step back quietly first, right?”

“Oh yeah,” said Nadia, “it’s just a friendly warning and a polite request. I mean, like, if I were Terry, I’d rather be told that someone caught me cheating on my wife and have the chance to find another job on my own, instead of having the partners find out and getting shitcanned.”

There were more sounds of kissing, and then Bill said, “Amen to that. I’m golfing with him over the weekend, I can give him the ultimatum then.”

“Before our date, right? You didn’t forget about that?”

“You got it. Hey…you wanna…get frisky?”

“Ew, not in here!” said Nadia. “Get us a hotel somewhere, you animal!”

“You turn me into an animal, Nadia!” More footsteps, then the door swung shut, and there was silence in the bathroom.

Marla looked at her phone and saw the expression of shock on her face, realizing she was still recording. She immediately pressed the stop button and put her head in her hands. She had just heard Bill and Nadia planning to blackmail another accountant…and she had proof…but the proof included her nearly-nude body!

Marla’s brain was working a mile a minute. Terry was not a bad guy, in fact, of the accountants, he’d been one of the only ones who was nice to her, and she’d always heard he was a hard worker. Seeing prostitutes was obviously not great. Given Marla’s recent sexual escapades, though, she didn’t see it as a reason for him to get exposed or lose his job. Also, Bill and Nadia? She was pretty sure Bill was married, so that was its own problem. But whom could she tell about it?

There was only one person who might know. Marla tapped her phone, then raised it to her face and waited.

It rang once, then she heard: “This is Rose Hendricks’ personal cell phone. If this is about my legal work, call my office line. Otherwise, leave me a message.” Then there was a tone, and silence.

“Crap!” Marla thought. Rose must be on the plane, unreachable for at least two hours. But she didn’t have a lot of time — Bill was going to give Terry the ultimatum tomorrow! Telling Terry ahead of time wouldn’t help, and she couldn’t confront Bill…

Marla decided she had to go to the top. She quickly put her clothes back on as neatly as she could and left the stall. Before exiting the bathroom, she glanced to make sure no one around was looking, then left hurriedly, making her way toward the partners’ offices.

There were few lights on in the back of the office suite, where each of the partners had their own corner office. The only one that had a light on belonged to Victor Novak, the most senior partner in the firm, who was known as an introverted, no-nonsense boss, but a fair man who wasn’t prone to act without thinking. If there was anyone who might be able to deal with the situation, it would be him.

Marla approached the translucent glass office door and stopped for a moment. Rose wasn’t available to help her, but if she had been, she would surely want Marla to do the brave thing. Marla breathed in deeply, then knocked on the door.

“Come on in,” said the man inside, and Marla carefully pushed open the door. Mr. Novak was a thin man in his early fifties with a full head of gray hair and black designer glasses. He looked rather handsome, sitting behind his big desk in a blue button down shirt. He was typing something into his computer with one hand while taking notes on a pad with the other.

“Hi, Mr. Novak,” Marla said, nervously. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, it’s fine, I’m just wrapping up here…Marla, right?” said Novak, glancing at her. He set down his pen and typed briefly into his computer once more. “Surprised you’re still here — seems like everyone’s excited to get to their weekend. What can I do for you?”

“Well…” Marla started, “I just, um, found out something that I thought might need…your attention.”

“Oh? What kind of something?”

“It’s uh, something to do with a couple of employees who might be doing something they, well, shouldn’t…”

Novak cocked his head. “Okay, well, wouldn’t that be an issue for HR?”

Marla gulped. “Well, the thing is, it does involve someone in HR, and it’s a little, um, time sensitive, so I just wanted to bring it to you since, I guess, I thought you’d want to know.”

“All right,” said Novak, “well, I’m not one to micromanage, but you don’t seem like someone who would bring me something frivolous — I assume that’s not what this is, correct?”

“Oh, definitely not,” said Marla, shaking her head. “It’s, well, it’s using personal information about someone in the firm to, you know, hurt his career.”

“Oh,” said Novak, “Jesus, that’s, uh…there’s a word for that, you know — blackmail.”

Marla winced and nodded. “I guess it is blackmail.”

Novak sighed. “Close the door, please.” Marla did so, and Novak continued, “That’s a serious charge. In the lightest circumstances, a major ethical breach that would reflect badly on the company, and in the worst, it’s a criminal charge, which would also reflect badly on the company. How did you learn about this?”

“I, uh…overheard a conversation about it.”

“Is it an ongoing situation, or did you hear someone planning to do it?”

“The, um, the second one. They haven’t done it yet.”

Novak nodded. “Well, that’s something, at least. Obviously, that’s a major problem, though conspiring is a little different from doing, and I’d certainly like to prevent it from happening. You were absolutely right to bring this to me. So,” he said, turning to a new page in his notepad, “I’m going to need some details. First off, who is the blackmailer?”

Marla gulped. No turning back now. “The two that I overheard were…Bill Jenson and Nadia Crane.”

Novak didn’t seem to make very impassioned facial expressions as a rule, and all he did upon hearing the names was raise an eyebrow and subtly press his lips together. “Bill, huh? He’s a good earner. He’s toed some ethical lines in the past, but blackmail? Seems like a stretch for him…”

“Well, I think you’re right, I guess, but it sounds like he wants to make partner, and he’s, you know, he wants to get rivals…out of the way…”

“Uh-huh,” said Novak. “Plausible enough, I guess. And Nadia Crane? In HR? You’re sure? What’s her angle?”

“She, uh, found something out about someone that would make them look very bad, and she gave the information to Bill, so that he could, do the, you know, blackmail part.”

“Why would she do that?”

“She well…” said Marla, “She and Bill are…involved.”

Novak tilted his head to the side. “That’s certainly easy enough for me to believe. You overheard that part, too…?

Marla nodded.

“When was this?”

“Just a few minutes ago, maybe ten. They said they were gonna confront the person tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you right away, Mr. Novak.”

“That was smart of you. Now, next thing…who is the person they’re trying to blackmail?”

“Terry…Terry Brown.”

Novak leaned back in his chair. “I see. If the partner angling you’re talking about is true, that does make it more plausible.”

“Bill said he was gonna confront Terry tomorrow at golf, I think.”

Novak leaned forward and put his hands together, sighing. “I believe firmly in compartmentalizing work and personal issues, Marla, so I’m not sure that I want to know what exactly it is that Terry might have done to be in a position vulnerable to blackmail. But I do want to know what degree I have to be worried. Is what you think Terry did illegal?”

“Um…I’m not sure.”

“He’s not, say, a child molester or a rapist or something like that, then, I take it?”

Marla shook her head rapidly. “No, no, nothing like that!”

“Okay, good. Is it something that has affected his performance at this firm? Anything that would compromise the privacy or other interests of our clients? Anything that would hurt our bottom line?”

“No, I don’t think it possibly could.”

Novak nodded. “But it might reflect poorly on him, personally? It might hurt his chances of making partner if my less open-minded colleagues found out?”

“I think it would, Mr. Novak, yes.”

“Okay. Here’s the other important question: do you have any proof?”

Marla froze. She did have proof, but revealing it would almost certainly cost her her own job at the very least. “I, uh…just heard what I heard.”

Novak sighed. “Well, that’s unfortunate, because I’d really like to get to the truth of this, and I don’t know why you would bring this to me if it wasn’t legit. That said…” he lifted up the phone from his desk “…we pride ourselves on ‘trust, but verify’ here, and I do need to hear both sides of this.”

“Oh, um, what are you?”

Novak pressed a few buttons and held the receiver to his ear. “Bill, I’d like to see you in my office. Yes, right now. Yes, I’m sure your wife will wait a few more minutes for you.” He hung up, then tapped a few more buttons. “Yeah, hi, Nadia, it’s Vic Novak. Could you please come to my office for a few minutes before you go? There’s just something I wanted to ask you about.”

Marla’s palms were beginning to sweat. “You’re going to…bring them in here? Should I go?” Her eyes pleaded with Novak to say yes.

Novak shook his head. “We’re getting to the bottom of this, Marla. Are you scared of those two? I promise that they won’t be able to do anything to you while we figure this out.”

Marla gulped. “I just don’t…”

“You’re telling the truth about what you heard, or thought you heard, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

Nadia was the first to arrive at the office. She smiled sweetly at Novak, then glared when she noticed Marla standing against the wall. “Mr. Novak…what’s she doing here?”

“Take a seat, both of you, if you want,” said Novak, motioning to the plush chairs around his office. Marla and Nadia each chose a seat at opposite ends of the room.

Bill walked in next, a confident swagger in his step, and maintained a neutral expression when he saw Nadia and Marla. “Hi, Vic, uh, what’s this about? What’s with these two?”

Novak sighed. “Take a seat, Bill.” Bill obliged, sitting roughly in the middle of the room, facing Novak, and with about equal distance between him the two women on either side. Marla noticed that he barely glanced at Nadia. He’d make a good poker player.

Novak looked down at his notepad. “So, there’s no easy way to say this, but a serious allegation has been brought to my attention. What I’m told, Bill, Nadia, is that the two of you, together, in some kind of inappropriate relationship, may be taking unethical steps to discredit a fellow employee of this firm.”

Bill’s mouth opened wide. He scratched his head and said, “Um…Vic, no offense, but…what the fuck are you talking about?”

Nadia glared at Marla. “Where did you hear that from? That’s completely untrue.”

“Completely bullshit, Vic, don’t worry,” added Bill. “I haven’t talked to Nadia all day.”

“Just bear with me,” said Novak. “The story I’ve heard is a plausible enough one that I’m taking this very goddamn seriously, and nobody is leaving until we figure this out — if you take off before then, don’t bother coming back.”

Nadia was leaning forward uncomfortably in her chair. “Okay, sure, I’m sure we can clear this up.”

“Terrific,” said Novak wearily. “What I’ve been told is that one of you found personally embarrassing information about someone else at this firm, Terry Brown, and that the two of you have conspired to confront him to the detriment of his career.”

“The two of us…together?” said Bill, furrowing his brow. “Who told you that? Was it her?” he asked, pointing but not looking at Marla. “She’s so scatterbrained, she probably fell asleep and dreamed it, because that’s the only way that kind of story would occur to anyone.”

“I think that’s a little unfair to Marla,” said Nadia, “but I honestly don’t know where she would have gotten the idea. I don’t really ever talk to Bill, except when there’s a benefits change.”

Novak looked between the two of them shrewdly. Marla was sweating even more — Bill and Nadia both had excellent poker faces.

“If I asked other people in this office,” said Novak, “would they confirm that?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Nadia, smiling. “I mean, I’ve chatted with Bill at the water cooler, but we’ve definitely never spoken long enough to do, what is it, a conspiracy?”

Bill wasn’t smiling, but he nodded along. ” Ask anyone in the office!”

“All right, we’ll assume that’s true,” said Novak. “That’s all well and good. But you have plenty of time outside the office to talk, even on a week like this.”

Bill smirked. “You can look through my phone if you want to, Vic. I don’t even have her number,” he said, gesturing at Nadia. “And after this, no offense, I’m not sure I’d want it.”

Nadia scowled for an instant before resuming her bemused expression. “I really don’t have anything to do with this guy, nor do I want to.” Bill rolled his eyes at that.

“Great, whatever, good to know,” said Vic. “But it’s tough to prove a counterfactual, and really the only conversation I care about is the one you allegedly had today, about blackmailing Terry.”

“The conversation she alleges,” said Bill, pointing a finger at Marla, “that never happened. Swear to God, scout’s honor, don’t know what she’s fucking talking about. Terry’s a good friend of mine, I would never do something like that to him!”

“I…” croaked Marla weakly.

“Hold your goddamn horses, Bill,” said Novak, “because the conversation is not implausible, and I don’t know why she’d make it up.”

“Overinflated self-importance, maybe?” muttered Nadia.

“You can ask anyone,” said Bill. “I was in my office finishing up these audits all goddamn day. I hardly even stepped out to use the can, and I sure as hell didn’t go over to the HR cubicles!”

Novak sighed. “Marla, where did you allegedly overhear this conversation?”

Marla knew she must be looking like a deer in headlights. The place she had overheard the conspiracy was the one place in the office she had no business being in. She couldn’t see any way to talk her way out. “By the, um…bathrooms,” she uttered.

Bill shook his head. “Wow, Marla, way to use your imagination. By the bathrooms. An open area that anyone can easily walk by. That’s definitely where smart people plan their ‘conspiracies’ or whatever you’re accusing me of.”

Nadia smiled at Marla, then at Novak. “You know…maybe what happened is just a simple misunderstanding. The air conditioner is pretty loud over by the bathrooms, so maybe Marla overheard me when I was in the women’s room talking on the phone with my brother about our cousin, Gary. I could totally see how she’d mistake it for a conversation about Terry! Sorry for making a personal call on work time, by the way.”

Novak waved his hand. “I don’t…I don’t care about that. Marla, your story is very specific, but is possible you misheard?”

Marla paused, looking at Bill’s scowl and Nadia’s veil of a smile, and then slowly shook her head. “I mean…I don’t think so…”

Novak sighed and looked at his notepad. “Okay, one more time, Marla. Do you have any proof of these allegations, or anything indicating Bill and Nadia were talking, or that you were around them when they were doing so?”

Marla swallowed hard. She did have proof, it was right there, on audio. But if she played the audio, they would ask why she was taking it, and they would demand to see the video, and Novak and Bill and Nadia would all see her sucking a cock in the men’s bathroom, then sitting practically naked on a toilet. She couldn’t do it. Hopefully Terry would be okay.

Quivering, Marla said, “N-no. I’m sorry, Mr. Novak, I…don’t. Maybe I…maybe I just misheard something.”

Bill stood up pointed triumphantly at Marla. “There you go! Mistakes were made, shit happens, no foul here.”

Novak glared at him. “Jesus, Bill, shut the fuck up and sit down.” Bill complied, and Novak continued, “This isn’t a criminal trial, there is no ‘innocent until proven guilty,’ and my only interest in protecting this firm. That being said, I’m not going to shitcan you on unproven allegations.

“So here’s the deal: Terry never finds out about this. No one does. And if the two of you are lying to me, and you were plotting some kind of shady shit, it stops immediately and goes no fucking further. If embarrassing information leaks about Terry in a way that seems to advantage you in any way, Bill, you will be searching for a new fucking job the next day and you’d better pray they don’t call me as a reference.” He pointed at Nadia. “That goes for you, too.”

Nadia nodded. “I understand, Mr. Novak. I don’t know anything about Terry’s personal situation, and I will do my best to keep it that way.”

“Totally simpatico, Vic,” added Bill.

“Great,” sighed Novak. “And under no circumstances will you retaliate against Marla for this. You will leave the management of my employees to me, understood?” Nadia and Bill both nodded, but glared out the sides of their eyes at Marla. “Good. You both enjoy your fucking weekends.”

Nadia and Bill got up. Bill didn’t look at Marla as she left, but Nadia flashed her an evil glare that Novak wouldn’t be able to see. They closed the door behind them, and walked away without speaking.

Novak pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Well,” he said, “that’s a whole headache.”