A Story From Work [M/F]

“I’ve been ordered to show you something,” she said.

I had no idea what that meant, and to be honest I wasn’t completely paying attention anyway. I was sweeping up, and clearing my last couple of tables after a long shift. I was tired. But I was happy with the money I’d made that night, and I had some plans for after work, so all in all I was in a pretty good mood.

And actually, I was pretty much always in a good mood when I worked with Kristen. She was my work crush, for sure. First of all, she was beautiful. I’d noticed her the very first second I walked in on my first day. She had just that kind of striking beauty. And, even better, she was super friendly. It turned out she went to the same school as me. She would be finishing up a Master’s in psych next next year, whereas I had just finished up my business degree, and was figuring out my next move. She loved to talk. She was always asking me questions, about school, about my life, just to pass the time I guess, when we were slow.

Her being a few years older, it was the classic puppy dog crush on my part. She doted on me a little, and she was flirtatious. But it was completely harmless. I knew she had a boyfriend. In fact, I’d met him once or twice at the bar after work, though he only came by late, to pick her up. Steve was his name. He was a totally friendly guy, as far as I could tell. And I begrudged him nothing. I knew my crush on Kristen would never lead anywhere. But hey, like I said, you’ve got to pass the time. And getting lost in her eyes every now and then while she flirted with me certainly did the trick.

So. There I was, with my head down, finishing my work that night, when she said what she said. Looking up, I noticed we were actually the only people around. Our manager, Paul, had stepped out to have his cigarette and deposit the cash from the register at the bank down the block, the same as he did every night. He would be back to lock up in a bit. And there were of course some guys left in the kitchen, but the kitchen was around a corner where I couldn’t see. So it was basically just the two of us when she had said those words. *I’ve been ordered to show you something.*

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“I’ve been ordered—” She started to repeat herself, but then cut herself off. “Ugh, never mind. Just come here” she said, and then quickly started to walk down the back hall toward the employee break room.

Not really knowing what else to do, I set off behind her and started following her down the hall. I had know idea what she wanted, or what she was talking about. But, knowing Kristen, I figured it would probably something at least a little bit fun or interesting to end the night on. Some cute joke, or something.

To say that what actually happened was unexpected would be just about the understatement of the century.

Entering the break room, she waited for me to follow her in, and then gently shut the door behind us.

“What’s up?” I asked, smiling.

Not saying anything back, she just stood there for a moment. Then, taking a small breath, as if to steel herself, she turned around so that she was facing away from me and towards the wall. She bent over towards it slightly, and a palpable feeling of shock went through me as I saw that she was beginning to undo the button of her tight, black work jeans. I started to say something out of protest or confusion, but she shushed me. So I just stood there.

She kept going. She untucked her work shirt from her jeans, and pulled it up to her waist. Then she unzipped her pants and started pulling them down. My heart was beating out of my chest. I’ve never been so nervous, but my eyes were completely fixated on what was happening in front of me. Slowly, she pulled down her jeans the rest of the way, and that’s when I saw what I guess she wanted me to see. Written across her pale, perfect ass, in bright black magic marker, were the words, “Slave Girl”

My head was swimming. I had no idea what to do, so I just kept standing there, staring at her. Finally, after a moment, she cleared her throat and spoke.

“I have been ordered to show you my ass,” she said. “And, I have been ordered to let you touch me.”

“You…what?” I stammered.

“I have been—Ugh, look,” she cut herself off again, glancing nervously at the break room door. “We don’t exactly have all night here, obviously. I’ll say it again.” She cleared her throat once more, and continued on. “I, Kristen—a slave—have been ordered to undress in front of you, and show you my ass. And, if you want, I have been ordered to let you touch me. Do you want to touch me?”

Looking at her, with my heart in my throat, having no idea what to make of any of this, I finally decided to simply answer honestly.

“Yes…I do.”

“Okay, then. Do it,” she said.

I reached out one hand and put it on her ass, just sort of laying it there.

“No…” she said. “Grab it harder.”

So I did. I grabbed her ass with both of my hands, pushing my thumbs into her flesh. She began pushing back against me, moaning slightly. My dick started to get hard. The sound of her breathing and moaning was making me insane. She continued pushing back against my hands as I grabbed her. I looked down at the words written on her, and I sort of said them out loud. Not as a question or a statement, they just kind of slipped out. “Slave girl,” I said.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Say it again…”

“Slave girl,” I said.

“Here—quiet,” she pulled me closer to her, glancing at the door again. “Whisper it in my ear.”

I whispered it in her ear. “Slave girl…”

“Yes…”

Her whole body was touching mine now, and for just a few moments she pressed herself against all of me, not just my hands. She pressed herself into my groin and my hard dick, sliding her whole body against me. I could smell her hair. I moved my hands around to the front of her body. She pressed harder. Kept moving. And, I genuinely thought that if this went on any longer, there was the embarrassing chance that I would come right there. Well, I say embarrassing, but actually every part of me wanted to do so. Every part of me was ready to give in, to come…

And then, as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

She stepped away from me and shook herself off. She pulled her clothes back together, tucking her shirt in. She turned around and smiled at me, gave me a little wink, and just walked out of the break room. That was that.

I had to stay behind for a good while breathing, composing myself, letting my almost painful erection subside.

When I finally came out, she was back to finishing her end of the night work. Paul the manager still wasn’t back, and I realized we must have been in there for ten minutes at the most. Though, it could have been an hour, for all I knew.

I came over to where she was, to finish up my work. But, in the end, all I could do was start laughing.

I shook my head at her, smiling.

“I bet you weren’t expecting that,” she said, smiling herself.

“Nope. I really wasn’t.”

“Well, here’s the deal,” she said, looking at the door, checking to see if Paul was returning. “If you think you can handle this kind of thing, then there could be more in store for you, okay? But, if you can’t handle it, then it never happened. You understand? It never happened.”

“I get it,” I said. “But wait, hold on—just explain this to me. This is something between you and Steve? This is what you guys do?”

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s what were into. Different strokes, eh?” she laughed in her cute little way.

And she asked me again. “So, do you think you can handle it?”

“I…”

But Paul was coming back in the door then. I didn’t answer. I didn’t even know what my answer actually was. So I just finished up my work. And when I left for the night, I smiled and said goodnight to both of them, just like every other night.

But I can say that as I stepped out into the cool night air that time, I was riding a kind of high that I’d never quite felt before. And that I couldn’t stop smiling. And that, yes, I wanted more.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf