IT’S OKAY TO PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD
Geri Neuwith considered herself very, very lucky. Everyone wished they were in position but of all the kids who had wanted it, only she was good enough to get it.
The law firm of Fitch, Oxley, Orlando and Dunne was one of the top firms in the country. Three of its partners had tried multiple cases in front of the United States Supreme Court and their success rate was outstanding. Even when it was thought that a case could not possibly prevail, somehow, time and time again, the firm managed to win out in the end. Even their junior partners were stellar performers. The way Geri had it figured, she’d learn more about the law in three months as an intern there than she would with a whole extra year of law school under her belt. What luck, she thought, to be in the position in which she now found herself.
But Geri Neuwirth wasn’t happy. The firm had just won a big case and the partners had decided that a celebration was in order for all the hard work that everyone had put in on the case. Nothing big, it was decided although the firm could afford big, but something fun, an ice cream social, and everyone was going to be there, everyone it seemed but Geri herself.
Come on, she fumed as she waited behind the car in front of her. It was bad enough that the papers she’d been sent to get hadn’t been ready when she got there but now she was waiting behind some jerk in a truck who it seemed didn’t know how to drive. “Come on,” she wanted to shout, “would you move it.”
Geri resisted the urge to shout or to use her horn. That wouldn’t make it any better. Oh geez, she moaned to herself, there was a hole in the traffic. The truck could have taken it and then she’d be free to move but instead, the truck had stayed where it was and Geri was left to suffer in near silence.
Finally, Geri thought as the truck took a left on Howard. Finally, she could move. She gunned her engine and barely made it into the intersection before the light turned red.
She still had a ways to go but she felt better. She was moving now and that was better than it had been.
Another red light and then another after that each brought Geri to a screeching stop. What was it, the girl wondered. Did these lights somehow have it in for her or something. Was she ever going to make it there in time.
Once again, the light turned green and once again, Geri was on the move. Her car took a wide turn on Jenner and she was flying down the road. Just five more blocks, she told herself. Just five more blocks.
She pulled the car into the garage and grabbed the file she’d been sent to retrieve. She slammed her car door shut and raced toward the law offices. She might be late, she told herself but it wouldn’t be that late.
The elevator seemed to take forever but finally she was there. She could hear music from the Big Room. That was what they called the place. The Big Room. Nothing else. Geri scrambled over to her boss’s office and she dropped the file on his desk and then she was off and running.
Someone was at the microphone. Aw shit, it was Mr. Fitch, her boss. He was the most senior of the senior partners in the firm and he was the last one Geri wanted to have see her sneak in late. It would look bad if she came in late even if she did have a good excuse.
Thaddeus Fitch was just wrapping up his comments when Geri snuck into the room. “And so,” the man was saying, “what with our recent successes, I think you’ll find something a little extra in your paychecks this week. Just a small token of the gratitude that I and the other partners feel for all the hard work you’ve given us. And now, I see our newest member of the family has seen fit to join us. Geri, would you come up here, please.”
How did he do that, Geri wondered. She was sure no one had seen her slip in so how did her boss seem to know exactly where she was.
The young law student walked somewhat subconsciously up to the raised platform on which Mr. Fitch was standing.
The old man smiled. “Come up here, child,” he said. “I won’t bite, I assure you.”
Geri stepped hesitantly onto the stage. She didn’t like to be the center of attention.
The old man put his arm around the young girl. “As you all know, Geri has been interning for me this summer and I wanted to tell you all that she’s been doing an absolutely fantastic job.
There was a smattering of applause and Geri smiled shyly. She was hoping this would be over with soon so she could get out of the limelight. She didn’t like it up here on stage.
“I think we can expect great things from this young woman,” Mr. Fitch was saying. “Now, Geri, I was wondering if I might ask a favor of you.”
“S-s-sure,” the girl said.
The man took the girl’s hand and he looked into her eyes. “I was wondering if you might take off your clothes for us.”
Geri shook her head. What had the man just said. Had she heard him correctly? Had he just asked her to take off her clothes? She couldn’t have heard him say that. “Pardon me, sir.”
The old man smiled and looked at the girl. “I said I was wondering if you would take off your clothes for us.”
Geri stared at the man. She had heard him right. The weird thing was she knew she should feel outrage or something but when she looked back at him, she couldn’t remember why. Take off your clothes. There was something wrong with that, she told herself. She just couldn’t remember what it was.
“We’re waiting,” the man said.
Uh oh, Geri thought. That wasn’t good. You didn’t want to keep Mr. Fitch waiting.
Wait a minute. He wants you to take off your clothes.
Yeah, and—
And ... and ... and, darn it, there was something there, the girl knew, something that should bother her but she couldn’t remember what it was.
With a start, Geri realized she had already unbuttoned her blouse. When had she done that, she wondered, and why?
“You can take that off now.”
Geri found herself looking in the old man’s eyes. You can ... what?
The blouse dropped off her shoulders.
Wait a minute, the girl thought. Why had she done that.
“And now the bra,” the man said. “You can take that off, too.”
I can ... what?
It was getting harder to say no, Geri realized, or was it easier to say yes. She couldn’t figure that out, and besides, why would she want to say no anyway. That just didn’t make any sense and even as she was thinking these things, her bra fell to the floor.
“Nice breasts you have there.”
Geri felt a rush of euphoria. Her boss liked her tits. Hey, wait a minute, why was that a good thing?
Wait a minute. Why wasn’t it a good thing?
“Your skirt,” the old man was saying. “Go ahead and take that off.”
Geri didn’t give the skirt another thought. She just let it drop to the floor.
“And the panties,” the old man said. “Take them off, too.”
There was just the briefest moments of hesitation but as quickly as it had come, it was gone and with it went the girl’s panties. Geri Neuwith was now totally and completely naked.
“Nice body you have there,” the man said and once again, Geri felt a rush of euphoria. Why, she wondered. Why? Why did that excite her?
Geri didn’t know why. All she knew was that it did.
“Now, Geri,” the old man said, “I have one more favor to ask of you.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’d like you to lie down right here and I’d like you to try very hard not to move. Can you do that for me, Geri.”
Here, it seemed was a shallow basin on the stage area. Funny, Geri thought, that she hadn’t noticed it there before but it was definitely there now. She looked back at the old man and her eyes locked in on his and she nodded.
“Excellent, Geri,” the old man said and Geri felt a wave of contentment pass through her as if she’d just done something so absolutely right. “Now, remember Geri, try not to move.”
“I won’t,” Geri assured the man.
“That’s very good, Geri,” the man said and again, Geri felt the feeling of contentment.
The basin really wasn’t all that big. Geri could tell from first glance that the basin was too small for her to fit in completely and the walls were too low to hold much of anything anyway. More like an oversized bird bath, she thought.
But then she remembered what she had to do. It really didn’t matter if it was big enough for her. She’d been told to lie down so lie down is just what she did.
The surface of the basin was cold against her bare skin and Geri let out an involuntarily gasp as she came into contact with it but she didn’t hesitate. She laid down in the tub just as she’d been told to do.
Mr. Fitch knelt and once again, he took ahold of the girl’s hand. Once again, her eyes locked in on his. “Now remember, try not to move.”
“I promise,” Geri said and once again, she felt the contentment.
Mr. Fitch motioned to a couple men who quickly stepped forward. They were each carrying a bucket. “Now remember, stay as still as you can.”
“I will.”
The men were going to pour the buckets into the basin where she now was. Geri could see that. Oooh, this is going to get messy, the girl thought. The walls of the basin, they were just too low. The liquid was going to slosh out. She was about to say something but then Mr. Fitch’s eyes locked in on hers. “Don’t worry,” he said.
The girl suddenly felt at ease. She wouldn’t worry.
She looked back at the men with the buckets. It wasn’t liquid, not exactly. It was something thicker than that, something almost white in one of them and something dark in the other, and it was ...
It was COLD!!!
Geri squealed. It was cold. It was cold. It was so fucking cold, but then Mr. Fitch was there and he was holding her hand. “It’s all right,” he told her. “It’s all right,” and suddenly, it didn’t feel as bad. It was still cold. It was freezing in fact, but it was all right.
But it was so fucking cold.
It was ice cream. More to the point, it was soft serve ice cream. Geri whimpered. She could feel the ice cream oozing down around her body, slipping between her thighs and down between her tits. Some of it was melting and she could feel it sliding into the crevices where her body didn’t fully come into contact with the tub.
But it was so fucking cold.
“Who wants chocolate?”
It was Mr. Fitch saying that and his question was greeted with a chorus of affirmative reactions from the assembled onlookers.
The men with the ice cream were back again, this time with tubes of chocolate which they played out over Geri’s body. Some of the chocolate landed on the ice cream but some of it didn’t. Some of it landed on her bare skin.
The whip cream came next. Two large dollops were placed in the area where her tits were now encased in ice cream but then more and more of it came as whip cream continued to be sprayed over her body.
“And now, we eat.”
This was apparently the signal that everyone had been waiting for. The assembled members of the audience moved forward, spoons in hand, as they scooped up more and more of the tasty treat.
Geri couldn’t believe how hot this was making her. Why was this making her hot. This shouldn’t be making her hot, but it was.
She moaned as someone’s spoon touched her body. The metal was cold from the ice cream but somehow, the touch of it made her even hotter.
Geri shivered every time one of the spoons touched her but other than that, she showed no reaction because she knew that was what Mr. Fitch expected of her. She could see the old man standing there, standing there and watching as the others partook of the treats her body had to offer.
The whip cream petered out rather early although there were still pools of it here and there to entice the celebrants and the ice cream was quickly disappearing, too. Geri couldn’t help but moan as the spoons traced their way against her taut stomach or scooped up ice cream from between her tits and she especially liked it when those spoons worked their way between her legs. Her body would quiver whenever one of them did that and sometimes one of those spoons would go straight from the lips between her legs to the lips on her face.
With most of the whipped cream gone and with much of the ice cream had been reduced to a gooey mess, many of the celebrants had moved on but Geri stayed where she was. Mr. Fitch was still watching and she knew instinctively that he wanted her to stay where she was.
Mr. Fitch wasn’t the only one who was lingering. Ian Whitcomb had gotten ahold of a can of whipped cream which he was using to its full effect. Mr. Whitcomb was one of the firm’s newest junior partners and he was barely older than Geri. They said he had an absolutely fabulous, legal mind, but what Mr. Whitcomb was doing didn’t involve any part of his legal mind. What he was doing was giving the can a shake and then squirting a dollop first onto one breast then onto the other and then he’d take his time as he licked it off and Geri couldn’t help but moan every time Mr. Whitcomb’s tongue found one of her nipples.
It wasn’t the whip cream that Lindsey Wallace was using.
Characterized almost interchangeably as the office slut or the office tease, Lindsey Wallace was using the chocolate syrup. She held Geri’s head in her hands and she would trace lines of chocolate syrup across her face only to come back later and lick those lines off and invariably, her licks always ended up at Geri’s mouth. Geri hadn’t kissed the slut at first but after repeated applications of the chocolate syrup treatment, Geri knew what was expected of her so that whenever Lindsey’s mouth came back to hers, she didn’t even bother to resist. She could taste the chocolate in the other girl’s mouth and somehow, that just made it hotter.
Mrs. Montrose, the office manager, pushed Geri’s knees apart and then she knelt between the girl’s legs. “This is the best part,” she said even as she moved her mouth in closer.
Geri couldn’t help it. She moaned as the matronly woman stroked her tongue against her pussy. And to think, she thought, she didn’t even think Mrs. Montrose liked her, but then Geri moaned again. Oh but geez, she was liking her now.
The girl moaned. It wasn’t the first time she’d had her pussy eaten out by another woman but that time, that had been in college with a girl who was nearly as drunk as she had been and one thing had led to another and somehow, they’d ended up in Geri’s bedroom. The girl had pushed Geri down. She hadn’t even bothered to let Geri take off her skirt. She’d just pushed Geri down, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
This was different. She was covered in ice cream for one thing but more than that, she wasn’t giggling drunk. She had her full wits about her and she could feel every touch of Mrs. Montrose’s tongue as it licked her between her legs.
And still, Mr. Fitch stood there, his arms folded across his chest as he watched the others use Geri’s body and somehow, that just made it even hotter, to have him standing there, standing there and looking, looking but not doing, as if he could join in at any time if he so chose.
But that wasn’t what he chose to do. He just stood there and watched and he did nothing else. Geri wasn’t sure if that was good or bad but even after everyone else had had their fill of her, only Mr. Fitch remained.
Geri was icky and sticky and still, Mr. Fitch hadn’t made a move on her, but the word soon, kept echoing through her mind. Soon. Soon. Her boss hadn’t eaten her. Not now. Not yet, but soon.
Soon. Not yet, but soon. She couldn’t wait, but until then, she knew she’d keep letting everyone else eat her up and eat her out. Geri moaned at the thought of that. Next month, Mrs. Montrose said they were going to have banana splits and Geri couldn’t wait to see what they were going to use for the bananas, and all the while, the word soon kept going through her mind. Geri knew she wanted to be eaten. She wanted it bad. She wanted to be eaten.
Soon.
Soon.