Thong Girls
Chapter 6 — Ally?
So I was screwed. I could live with that ... sort of.
I had a story that was good to go. Okay, maybe not good to go, but good enough that it warranted more attention but my editor wasn’t going to run it because he was afraid everyone was going to find out what a slut his daughter was and meanwhile, the girls in the coffee houses were wearing less and less clothing and oh yeah, just in case anyone was taking not, Bianca Giovanni had been turned into a sex-crazed super slut by her cousin who said he wanted to help her, and I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not.
But it didn’t matter what I had because Russ Parker wasn’t going to run it.
I didn’t know what I was going to do so I sat in my office and I sulked.
Like I said, I was screwed.
There was one more thing I could do. I didn’t want to do it but it was the one course of action that still seemed open to me.
Sue Hutchinson had an office just down the hall from mine. Nominally, her title was Editor for Women’s Affairs. It meant if there was anything that the newspaper did that could be considered a women’s issue, Sue was involved.
But that was only her title. What it really meant was that Sue was a bitch. It seemed as if she went out of her way to take whatever grievances she might have with the world out on whatever man happened to be closest to her. Most of the men, and that included me, avoided her like the plague, but as much of a bitch as Sue was, if anyone would be able to tell Russ that he couldn’t have things his way, it would be Sue.
That having been said, I still didn’t want to go talk to Sue so I decided to find whatever I could do instead, anything that would allow me to put off the inevitable trip down the hall.
There are only so many odds and ends you can do, only so many things in an office that can be straightened up before you have nothing left to do, and really, it wasn’t all that long before I knew what I was going to have to do. I picked myself up and I walked down the hall, halfway hoping that Sue would not be there.
But she was there, so I knocked on the door to her cube. “Hey, Sue,” I said. “You got a minute?”
She looked up and she did little to hide the fact that she wasn’t enthused to see me, but that’s when she nodded. “I guess,” she said. “What’s up?”
I eased into her office and I took a seat. “I got a story,” I said. “I think it’s an important one but Russ doesn’t want to run it.”
“I’m not sure what that’s got to do with me,” she said. “I don’t do restaurant reviews.”
It wasn’t her words but it was the way she said them that really hurt. It was clear that “restaurant reviews” was hardly something that she would consider at all newsworthy. “I know,” I said. “I know you don’t do reviews.”
“So what’s this got to do with me?”
The implication was that there was nothing that I could possibly have that would be of interest to her but I was pretty sure I knew differently. “I think there’s a drug out there that’s effecting women,” I said.
I knew that would get her attention and I was hardly disappointed. She sat up in her chair and she stared at me. “What did you say?” she asked.
“I think there’s a drug out there that’s only effecting women.”
“And you took this story to Russ?”
I nodded.
“And he didn’t want to run it.”
I nodded again.
“Son of a bitch. Did he say why?”
I shook my head. “He didn’t say why but I think I figured it out.”
“Yeah? What’d you figure out?”
“I think his daughter is one of the girl’s that’s affected by the drug.” I knew almost immediately that I’d made a mistake when I’d said that. Not girls, I told myself as I saw Sue tense. Women dummy. You got to say women when talking with Sue.
But for now at least, Sue was willing to let that pass because she wanted to hear my story. “I think you better tell me what you know.”
I told her everything I knew, leaving out a few of the more sordid details of course, and I ended up with telling her how I saw Russ’s daughter down at Del Sol’s.
“So let me get this straight,” she said when I was done. “You’re telling me that someone’s drugged the city’s coffee supply and now they’re turning women who work in coffee houses into sluts. Is that what you’re telling me?”
I nodded. When she put it that way, it didn’t sound so good.
“Did Charlie Watson put you up to this?”
I was confused. I knew Charlie but not that well. I had no idea what Charlie Watson had to do with my story. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Did Charlie Watson put you up to this?” she asked again.
I shook my head.
She snorted in disgust. “You don’t actually expect me to believe this crap, do you?”
What’s the right answer when someone asks you that? Sure, I expected her to believe it. I believed it, but then I’d seen proof of it with my own eyes and she hadn’t.
She made up her mind quickly enough about what she thought of me and my story. “Get out,” she told me.
“What?”
“Get out of my office and take your stupid story with you. God, I can’t believe you guys, coming in here with these stupid, outlandish stories. Here’s a weird story. Let’s see if Sue will bite on this one.”
“Wait a minute,” I said.
“Just get out of here,” she said, “and you better hope that I don’t go tell Russ what you were saying about his daughter.”
That got me. I mean, I’d never considered the fact that she might not believe me so I’d never thought that she’d tell Russ what I’d told her. “Come on, Sue,” I tried to plead.
“Just get out of here,” she said.
I could tell there wasn’t any point in arguing with her. In fact, from my way of looking at it, arguing would only just make it worse and then she’d probably be sure to tell Russ so I got up and left and all the while, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just made things a whole lot worse.
Whatever Sue did, apparently it didn’t involve going to see Russ because Russ didn’t send someone down to my office to fire my ass, or if she did see Russ, maybe she left the part about his daughter out of it. Whatever happened, I got to keep my job, and oh yeah, I still didn’t get to have my story printed.
Like I said, I thought I was screwed.
It was about a week later when Sue came into my office. “Hi,” she said.
I thought she was drunk at first because she didn’t look all that steady on her feet and she seemed to have trouble speaking but all that changed when she locked eyes on me. If she was drunk, she was the most directed drunk I’d ever seen. If her eyes were any indication, she’d come into my office with a purpose in mind.
She came into my office and she put her hands on my desk and she leaned over to look at me. She’d never really had big tits, not that I was actually trying to look at them but when she leaned over, well hell, with the blouse she was wearing, I knew all I had to do was to look down to see her tits.
Knowing Sue and knowing how she’d react, I decided to keep my eyes looking up.
“Hey, Paul,” she said, “do you know what people think about me?”
I shook my head. Okay, I had a pretty good idea what most people thought of Sue but I wasn’t going to tell Sue that.
“They think I’m a lesbian, don’t they?”
Well yeah, that was one of the things they thought, but like I said, I wasn’t going to tell Sue that.
“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Sue demanded.
“I’m talking just fine,” I told her.
“Yeah, but you’re not saying anything and I’ll bet I know why. Do you want to know what I think? I think you’re scared ... of me.”
There’s no better way to get a rise out of a guy than that. Well, maybe there are better ways, but that’s one of the better ones. Tell a guy he’s scared and it’s like an instant gag reflex. The hackles go up and the guy just can’t help but say something like, “What? Who me? I’m not scared. What do I have to be scared of?”
At least, that’s the way it is with me.
She giggled. Yeah, I know. It sounds strange but Sue actually giggled. “You’re cute,” she said.
Okay, I was finally getting it. Something was definitely wrong. “All right, Sue,” I told her. “Tell me what’s up?”
“Who says anything’s up?”
“I do. You’re acting weird so come on. Tell me. What’s up?”
“Well, it’s all your fault, you know, so you’re going to have to fix it.”
“My fault? What’s my fault?”
“You’re the one who told me about the coffee houses.”
“The coffee houses?” I knew this was probably sounding stupid but she just wasn’t making sense.
She nodded. “The coffee houses,” she said. “I didn’t believe you, you know, but I had to go see.”
“Go see what?”
“I had to go see if Marissa was working at that Del Sol place.”
Who the hell was Marissa, I wondered. “Okay,” I said hesitantly. Sue still hadn’t given me all the information I needed to know but I kind of figured that I wasn’t going to get it any quicker that Sue was willing to give it to me.
“Did you know she wanted to be a reporter?” Sue asked.
“Who?”
“Marissa. Russ’s daughter. She’d talked to me about being a reporter but she didn’t want her dad to help her out because she thought everyone would say she only got where she was because of who her dad was. She wanted to make it on her own, so even though I didn’t believe what you had to say, I had to go see.”
Okay. This was finally starting to make sense. “So what’d you see?”
“She was there, all right, just like you said she was, and I could tell she was feeling guilty when she saw me.”
I could believe that. Sue was pretty much hard line on just about anything and what Marissa was doing and yeah, now that she’d used the girl’s name, I remembered that was who Russ’s daughter was, hell, it pretty much went against everything Sue stood for. Yeah, I could see Marissa feeling guilty, especially if she looked up to Sue.
For a moment, Sue was quiet and I was wondering if she was thinking the same thing.
But then, it was only for a moment. Her face seemed to lighten up and she let out a little laugh. “She must have thought I was there to bust her out, and I think I was. I told her we needed to talk, and I knew she was unhappy at that. She gave me a coffee on the house which really was the last thing I wanted, but I took it anyway.
“I sat there with my coffee and I watched her do her job. To tell the truth, I think the energy just went out of her that night because she knew I was there, watching her from the corner.
“Finally, the line of customers had gone down and she came to where I was was sitting and she had a couple cups of coffee in her hand. I knew what it was. It was a peace offering and while I didn’t really need any more coffee, I took it anyway.
“I wasn’t thinking about what you’d said they were doing,” Sue said. “I guess that was my mistake.”
“Your mistake?”
Sue nodded. “Did you ever notice how cute Marissa is?”
Well yeah, I had, but I wasn’t going to tell Sue that so instead, I just said some noncommittal sort of thing.
“Well she is hot,” Sue assured me, “and that night, as I sat there with her, I couldn’t help but notice how hot she was so I decided to do something about it.”
“What’d you do?”
“What do you think I did? I took her home with me.”
Well that kind of flew in the face of what Sue had said earlier, but if Sue noticed that, she didn’t seem to show it.
“She was so willing,” Sue told me.
“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear this but then again, I wasn’t sure I didn’t want to hear it.
“She’s sitting there with her coffee and she’s running her finger around the rim of the cup. She tells me she’s always looked up to me and then she tells me that she hopes I’m not mad at her. I mean, how was I supposed to take that, except that she was moving in closer to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, she’s pressing her body right up against mine, and ...” I watched her pause as she stopped to think. “... And um, and she was very distracting.”
“Distracting, huh?”
“Yeah,” she said in a voice that sounded kind of far away. “Yeah, she was really close and then she was running her hand over my tummy and she was telling her she wanted to kiss me, and do you know what I said?”
I shook my head although I thought I could guess.
“I said no. I didn’t want to say no, but I did.”
“Very commendable of you.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too. I mean, someone had to do the right thing,” she said, “only, she wasn’t playing along. She kept pressing herself up against me and she kept telling me how much she wanted to please me, and the more she did that, the harder it was for me to think straight.
“Well, maybe that’s not it exactly,” she said. “I was able to think straight but usually what I kept thinking about involved having her face between my legs.
“I wasn’t sure when it happened but somewhere along the way, she’d managed to unbutton my blouse and now it wasn’t just her hand stroking me through my shirt but now it was her hand going skin to skin with me and I couldn’t believe how hot it was making me and that was when she asked me if I wanted to take her home with me.
“I know now what the answer was supposed to be but round about then, I didn’t even think twice about it. I told her hell yeah, I wanted to take her home with me and that’s exactly what we did.
“We barely made it in the door of my apartment that night. Like I said, she already had my shirt unbuttoned, but by the time I got her home, she’d started to work on my jeans and she’d already gotten the first two buttons of my jeans undone, and as turned on as I was right then, I wouldn’t have cared who saw me.
“Like I said, we barely made it home that night. No sooner had the door closed behind us than Marissa suddenly went aggressive. In nothing flat, she had the rest of the buttons on my jeans undone and then she was shoving my jeans down my legs. ‘I want to eat your pussy,’ she told me. ‘I want to eat it bad.’
“It turns out she wasn’t kidding because she took my panties down and then she was shoving me up against my dining room table and then she was kneeling down in front of me and she was shoving her face between my legs.”
Sue stopped there but I was sure that wasn’t the end of her story. At least, I hoped it wasn’t the end of her story. If it was, I was going to be really pissed.
“That girl could really lick a pussy,” Sue continued. “I mean, I know she was only a kid, but what she could do with that tongue of hers was magic. She had me cumming in nothing flat and then she made me cum again, and I was sure she would have done it again if I’d let her, but I thought it was time for me to return the favor.
“I pulled her up off her knees and I took her to my bedroom. I’d left my jeans and my panties out by the door and my shirt was hanging open but I didn’t care. In fact, the first thing I did was to lose the shirt and the bra and then I proceeded to make Marissa just as naked as I was.
“I shoved her down on my bed and then I pushed her knees apart and this time, it was my time to kneel between her legs and I remember looking up at her, and she looked so beautiful as she watched my face disappear between her legs.
“I have to say I think I gave as good as I got. Her pussy was definitely warm and wet and willing to be licked and my tongue was definitely willing to give her what she wanted, and if her moans were any indication, I was doing exactly that. My tongue found her clit and I licked away at her and the more I licked, the louder she moaned until finally, she was cumming in my mouth.
“I backed off then but only long to let her cum and then I was back again and licking away at her pussy and it wasn’t long before I was making her cum again and again and again.
“I’m not sure how long we went on like that, each of us taking turns making the other one cum. All I know was that by the time I went to bed that night, I was dead tired.
“It wasn’t until the next morning when I woke up that I really realized what we had done. Marissa was still there and she was still asleep. She looked so peaceful but I knew she’d be waking up soon and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to think when she did.”
“What did she think?” I asked.
“She ... she knew me. I ... I had the feeling that this wasn’t the first time she’d awoken in someone else’s bed, but this time, it was in the bed of someone she knew and I could tell that bothered her. She ... she didn’t try to justify herself but she didn’t apologize either. It was awkward. We didn’t say much. She just got dressed and I drove her back to pick up her car and that was that.”
“That was that?” I asked.
“Well that was that for then,” she amended, “but I remembered everything you told me. By the way, I owe you an apology.”
I shook my head. She didn’t owe me an apology.
“No,” she said. “I owe you an apology. You came to me with your story and I thought you were trying to con me but I was wrong. Everything you said was right.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “You didn’t know.”
“For Christ’s sake, Paul, I’m trying to apologize. The least you could do would be to say thank you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“That’s more like it,” she told me. “I remembered what you told me though and I thought I could do better than you.”
“Better than me?” What the hell did she mean by that?
Sue nodded. I had Marissa get me some of the coffee beans they had at her shop and I decided I was going to take them to a lab to get them analyzed.”
That was a good idea. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
“I had the lab extract whatever might have been added to the beans and what I got back was a vial with a clear liquid in it and a report on what the lab said the added substance was and do you know what the report said?”
I shook my head.
“Sugar water.”
“What?”
“Sugar water. That’s what the report said. Sugar water.”
“Sugar water?”
“I know. That’s what I thought, too. There had to be more to it than that. I mean, I’d seen what the coffee could do. Heck, I’d felt it’s effects. There had to be more to it than that.
“So I opened the vial. I sniffed at it. I don’t know what I was expecting to find but whatever it was, there was nothing. I even put a little bit of it on the tip of my finger and I tried to taste it. It didn’t taste like sugar, and that’s when I did something truly stupid.”
“Why? What did you do?”
“I, um, I drank it.”
“You drank it?!”
“I knew it was harmless. The report said so, so I just wanted to prove it to myself.”
I had no doubt she was going to tell me what happened next. Probably went out and fucked a whole busload of girls if my suspicions were correct. “What happened,” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Everything was just fine. It appeared that the report was right. It was nothing but sugar water. Whatever it was was, whatever had happened to Marissa and me, it must have been all some sort of a psychosomatic effect.”
“What?! Come on, Sue. After what I told you? You can’t believe that.”
“Not anymore, I don’t.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. “What happened?”
“It didn’t kick in until a couple days later. That was yesterday. I’d been tired the night before and I went to bed early but that morning when I woke up, my pussy was so wet that I just couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my pussy off to a couple quick orgasms, then went to take my shower and got another one while I was in there.”
Geez, hadn’t she listened when I’d told her what I’d seen what the drug could do, but almost as soon as I asked myself that, I knew the answer. She’d listened. She just hadn’t believed. “So then what happened?”
“You’ve probably figured it out by now,” Sue said. “It’s gotten worse and worse and it keeps getting worse.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean yesterday I could at least think about work as long as I got my pussy off every once in a while, but today, today what I really want is to get my pussy off. I almost called in sick today because I wanted to just stay home and fuck myself, and it’s not getting any better, and it’s all your fault.”
“My fault? How’s it my fault?”
“You were the one who told me about the stuff in the coffee houses.”
“So?”
“So if you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known, and if I hadn’t known, I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in now.”
“I didn’t tell you to go out and drink a vial of the stuff.”
“So you’re going to blame me then.”
“I wanted your help.”
“It’s interesting that you should mention that.”
“It’s interesting I should mention what?” I asked.
“About needing help because that’s exactly why I came here to you.”
“Huh?”
“I need your help.”
“My help? What do you need my help for?”
“I told you. People think I’m a lesbian.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So pussy’s not all I have an appetite for.”
“Like I said, so?”
“So I want you to help me out?”
“How?”
“Come on. You’re a smart guy. Figure it out for yourself.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I? Do you think I haven’t noticed that you’ve been trying not to look at my tits? Come on. I know what you want?”
I wasn’t going to give in.
“Come on. Look at my tits.”
Maybe it was because it was Sue who said it. Maybe it was because it was the last thing I’d ever thought I’d hear her say. I don’t know, but whatever it was, I couldn’t help myself. I found myself looking down. I found myself looking at her tits.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “That’s it. Look at my tits. Now tell me you want to feel what it’s like to feel your cock in my pussy.”
“I want to feel my cock in your pussy.”
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Say it again.”
“I want to feel my cock in your pussy.”
I was watching her straighten up and then she was pulling up her skirt and she was taking down her panties. “I know what you want,” she said, “and the great news is you don’t have to do any of the work because I’m going to do it all for you. Why don’t you take your cock out for me.”
I did exactly what she told me to do.
“Why don’t you stroke it for me.”
Again, I did what she told me to do and even as I did, I watched her sit on the edge of my desk and play with her pussy.
“Look at you,” she purred in an almost awestruck voice. “Look at your cock. Look at how perfect you are.”
I was pretty sure I wasn’t perfect.
“I can’t take it anymore. I have to have it. Tell me what you want,” she told me again.
“I want to feel my cock in your pussy.”
She practically leaped off the desk and almost in a sudden movement, she was on my lap. My chair creaked under the sudden increase in weight but I don’t think either one of us cared and suddenly, there was her pussy pushing its way down around my cock and yeah, I was right, that was definitely something I did want to feel. I wanted to feel my cock inside her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as her pussy took my cock. “Oh yeah.”
Her breasts were right there in front of me as she bounced herself up and down on my cock and even as I looked at them, she was opening her blouse and letting her tits fall free. “Suck me,” she moaned. “Suck me. Come on. Suck me.”
I sucked them. I sucked on her tits.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Suck me.”
She wasn’t going to get any argument from me. She was going to get whatever she wanted.
“Oh God. Your cock feels so good. Oh God. Fuck me.”
I thought it was funny that she said that considering the fact that it was her pussy that was doing all the work.
“Make me cum,” she moaned. “Make me cum. Oh God. Make me cum.”
Her pussy was getting more and more frantic as it rode my cock.
“Make me cum,” she moaned. “Make me cum.”
I wasn’t sure about her but I knew there was one of us who was about to cum.
“Make me cum. Make me cum.”
I couldn’t help myself. Her pussy was just too wet and too tight for me to hold back any longer and besides, when you had your cock inside a pussy like that one, who really wanted to hold back anyways. I knew I didn’t.
“Oh yeah,” Sue groaned even as I felt her pussy tighten down around my cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum.”
I couldn’t help myself. I felt my cock surge and I knew Sue felt it, too.
“Oh yeah,” Sue moaned even as she mashed her tits against my face. “Shoot your cock inside me. Make me cum.”
I’d already done that but that wasn’t what Sue was talking about.
“Can we do it again,” Sue pleaded.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me again.”
“Sue, someone’s going to catch us.”
“It’s lunch time.”
Well yeah, sure, but that still didn’t mean there was no one around and I told Sue that.
“But I need to get fucked, Paul, and I don’t want to have to go to some stranger. I will if you make me, but I don’t want to have to do it.”
Oh great. So now she was making me out to be the bad guy.
“Come on, Paul. I need it just this once. Come on. Help me out. I won’t ask you again.”
Yeah right. Why did I not believe that.
“Come on,” she pleaded.
Fine, I told myself. Fine. If that was what she wanted then fine. I could her what she wanted.
I tried to get up but she was sitting in my lap and I knew what she was thinking. As long as she was where she was, I couldn’t get away.
“You’re going to have to let me up,” I told her.
“But I want to fuck.”
“Yes, I know,” I told her, “but if you want me to help you, you’re going to have to let me up.”
Well that got her moving. If I was going to help her, then sure, she was going to let me up.
She let me up and moments later, I was bending her over my desk. I came up behind her. I took a moment to admire that ass of hers, and then that having been done, I did what I needed to do. I buried my cock between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I did exactly that. I knew there were plenty of guys in the office who would have wanted to be where I was right then but fortunately for me, I was the one who got to slide between Sue’s legs.
“Oh geez,” she moaned as I continued to fuck her. “Oh geez. Make me cum. Make me cum.”
I was definitely going to do that. She had absolutely nothing to worry about on that respect.
“Make me cum,” she moaned even more frantically. “Make me cum.”
And that’s when I felt it, the feel of her pussy as it bore down on the cock inside her and then there was the moan.
“I’m cumming,” she told me. “I’m cumming.”
That was hardly news to me.
“I’m cumming,” she moaned again. “I’m cumming.”
She might have had multiple orgasms stretched there across my desk but finally, her pussy released its hold on my cock and I pulled myself free and she turned her head to look back at me. “Better?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything. She just nodded numbly.
“You okay to go back to work?”
Again, she nodded numbly.
“All right then. You better get your panties back in place.”
“But what if I need ... you know?”
It was a good question but not one I wanted to happen right then and there, but if what I’d seen with Bianca was any indication, it was going to have to be handled soon enough. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Okay?”
Sue nodded. I knew that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear but it was the only answer I was prepared to give her.
“Is it going to be okay?” she asked me.
I wanted to tell her yes, and I finally did because I knew that was what she wanted to hear, and that was enough to get her moving on her way. I only wished I believed it.