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Career Girl - 3: Holly
By Misty Paycheck (mistypaycheck@yahoo.com*)

***

A hard working woman strives for a career, sacrificing 
a family and settled life in the suburbs. But she does 
take advantage of the opportunities along the way. (MF, 
FF, work, exh, affair)

***
 
If you haven't read my previous stories, you may need a 
little background information. These stories take place 
in a universe where it has long ago been determined 
that the constant distraction of men fantasizing about 
the women around them has hindered the development of 
society. It was established that men would be allowed 
to act on any sexual thought that occurs to them in the 
moment, with any woman. Women accept their role in this 
new society without question. This, however, doesn't 
mean that women are slaves or prostitutes. They are 
expected to carry the same weight at home and in the 
workplace as men. They just have the added 
responsibility of being available and open to the 
sexual whims of men. 

This not a sequel to previous Career Girl stories, but 
a stand alone story that takes place in the same 
universe. 

***

Career Girl - Holly 

My name is Holly. I work in the Finance group of a mid-
sized marketing firm and share an office space with Tom 
and Vicky. The three desks are lined up and separated 
by cubicle walls. Tom and I have the ends, while Vicky 
sits between us. Tom and I sit in our cubicles 
discussing the new cost model for one of our new 
product lines. He asks about cost recovery for one 
small aspect of the overall plan. I explain it to him 
as best I can but he seems to be hung up on a minor 
detail. I start to explain it to him, but my phone 
rings. 

In the mean time, Vicky chimes in from between us and 
incorrectly tries to explain the missing detail to Tom. 
Of course everything she says is wrong, but Tom doesn't 
argue or try to explain where her explanation falls 
flat, he just pretends to understand her point and go 
along. I tell Tom to come into my cubicle so I can draw 
it out on the white board, thinking that a picture is 
worth a thousand words. 

Tom walks over into my cubicle and I swing my chair 
around so that I'm facing the whiteboard. Tom stands at 
the corner of my cube as I draw out the map of the 
financial flow. As I continue to draw, Vicky 
occasionally chimes in to correct me with her broken 
understanding of the cost model. At one point I catch 
myself getting caught up in explaining to Vicky why 
she's wrong and stop working with Tom. I look at Tom 
while I argue over the cube wall with Vicky, but he 
just shrugs at me, apparently unwilling the get 
involved. 

After a short while of waiting for me to finish with 
Vicky, he walks over to me, reaches a hand down and 
cups one of my breasts. I am a lesbian and have no real 
interest in men, sexually speaking, but the world being 
what it is, I've learned to adapt. I continue arguing 
with Vicky as Tom bounces my breasts from underneath. 
Now he's just playing. I'm wearing a light blue long 
sleeve collar shirt. Tom unbuttons the top button of my 
shirt and snakes a hand down into my shirt where he 
cups my breast through my bra. Vicky's insane arguing 
is driving me nuts. She is convinced that I don't 
understand her point, when I actually do, but can't 
seem to convince her that she is wrong. 

Tom starts to squeeze my breast as my discussion with 
Vicky starts to get heated. Since I'm still sitting in 
my chair with Tom standing in front of me playing with 
my breasts, I have a plain view of the front of his 
pants. I can see that he is developing quite the bulge. 
I look up at Tom and he now has a bit of a glint in his 
eye as he squeezes and bounces my breast. I smile at 
him as I reach up and unbutton another button on my 
shirt. This gives Tom better access, but mostly it 
makes it a little more comfortable for me. I can feel 
Tom slip fingers into the cup of my bra and start to 
pinch my nipples. I squeak a little when he does this. 

By this time Vicky has gotten angry to the point of 
being close to tears. She is sure she's right and that 
I'm disregarding her. At this point I tell her that I 
need to continue with Tom and that I'll have to go 
through this with her at another time. I then turn back 
to Tom who is now pulling me out of the chair to my 
feet and is unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of my 
shirt. I stand straight up and let him move me as 
needed to remove my shirt. I'm a little uncomfortable 
because I've gained about 10 pounds recently and don't 
look as good as I'd like. 

The upside of this for Tom, I'm sure, is that a lot of 
that extra weight shows itself in my breasts, which are 
a bit larger than they usually are. I stand still 
waiting for his next move, but he asks me to continue 
with my flow map. I smile and get back to our 
discussion. I'm now waiting for Tom to reach behind me 
to take off my plain white bra. As a lesbian I often 
wonder if straight women are more accommodating. I 
wonder if a straight girl would have taken off her own 
bra for Tom. 

I don't want to be insulting to him, or look as if I'm 
giving minimum effort to his needs, it's just that all 
men seem to want something different and I just don't 
think I'm very intuitive in that area. So I continue to 
have meaningful discussion with Tom about the product 
cycle when he reaches out toward me and wriggles a hand 
into the cup of my bra. He cups my breast and pulls it 
out over my bra. But just one. He leaves the other 
safely nestled in my bra cup. 

Again, I have no idea if he is waiting for me to pull 
out the other one, so I again do nothing. My breasts 
are pretty good size, just barely a D cup, though they 
hang a little lower since I turned forty, but I don't 
think that bothers Tom. He bounces and pinches the 
nipple of freed breast as I continue to work with him. 

Tom then takes his hand from my nipple and moves it up 
in front of my mouth. I hesitate, look down at it, and 
look him in the eye. I then give a little (reluctant) 
smile, stop our conversation and open my mouth. Tom 
slips two fingers into my mouth and explores as I 
gently apply suction. He moves his fingers around my 
tongue and asks me if I can draw the next part on the 
board for him. I continue to suck his fingers as I draw 
out the next piece of the network diagram. 

After a while he takes his other hand and moves it down 
to my pants and slides his hand into the waistband of 
my jeans. He slips his fingers into the front of my 
panties. I can feel his fingers moving down through my 
bush to my pussy lips. I can feel him slowly attempt to 
slip a finger into my pussy. I'm not at all wet though 
and when Tom realizes this he pulls his fingers back. 

Tom and I have been office mates for a long time and 
surprisingly, nothing like this has happened before. I 
think that part of the tension that I'm feeling right 
now is because we've known each other for so long and 
he's never touched me. I mean, I don't mind that he's 
doing it, I rarely get through a day without being 
groped or molested in some way by some random guy. Tom 
pulls his hand out of my pants. I can't help but have a 
bit of a nervous smile on my face as if I'm 
disappointing him because I know him so well. He just 
winks at me before walking out of my cubical. I hear 
him over the wall asking Vicky if He can see her for a 
moment. I have a bad feeling about what he may be up 
to. 

He comes back around the corner with Vicky. She sees 
the diagram that I've been drawing on the board and 
seems to be studying it. Tom raises Vicky's hands above 
her head and pulls her flowery blouse off. He then 
unbuttons a couple buttons on her skirt and lets it 
fall to the floor. Vicky seems oblivious to this as she 
continues to study my drawing. I can't help but look 
over Vicky as she stands in my cubicle in just her bra 
and panties, and these strange gold, east Indian 
looking flats that she likes so much. 

I guess I should describe Vicky. She is very short and 
thin. Like, not 5 feet tall and definitely not 100 
pounds. She has shoulder length mousey hair and she 
generally looks like she's been dried in the sun to 
long. Basically, she's not terribly attractive, with a 
personality to match. 

Tom positions her in front of my desk and has her hop 
up. He pulls the crotch of her panties to the side and 
inserts a finger and his eyes open wide. He looks over 
at me with a wry smile as he inserts his thumb into 
Vicky with his finger. He moves his hand around as if 
he's digging for something. Vicky winces a bit, and 
spreads her knees further apart to open herself up for 
Tom. Finally, Tom pulls out his fingers and a small 
vibrating egg. He holds it up and looks at Vicky. She 
smiles and says that she had to take a taxi into work 
this morning and she shared a ride with her neighbor's 
teenage son. She says that she needs to remember to get 
the egg back to him tonight. She then quickly changes 
the subject to the financial data on the board. 

Tom quickly turns off the egg and holds it in front of 
Vicky's mouth. She stops talking and opens her mouth. 
She sticks out her tongue and begins to lick her juices 
off the egg. He then reaches down and takes my hand. He 
moves it to Vicky's pussy and presses it against her. 
I've never seen Vicky in this way, and honestly have 
never really wanted to, but since she's here and 
apparently available to me, I take the opportunity to 
slide a finger into her pussy. She's extremely wet from 
having the vibrating egg in her. I slide two more 
fingers into her and start to work her clit with my 
thumb. 

Her breathing quickens as Tom pulls the egg away from 
her mouth. She again starts to ask about the info on 
the board. Tom takes my other hand and moves it to her 
mouth. She again stops talking and opens to accept my 
finger. I've honestly never quite understood the whole 
male thing of liking to have your finger sucked. 
Although having control over Vicky and being able to 
quiet her like this kind of appeals to me. I find 
myself kind of turned on by the submissiveness 
emanating from Vicky as she sucks on my finger. 

Now that Tom has given me a little something more my 
taste to play with, he gets back to me. He unbuttons 
the top button of my jeans and again slides his hand 
into my panties. I suddenly feel a shock run through my 
body as I feel the vibrating egg being held tightly 
against my clit. 

Again, being a lesbian I'd rather not be touched by a 
boy, but the combination of the egg and the rush of 
having Vicky (who I frankly don't like very much) being 
made to submit to me, it doesn't take long before I can 
feel the moisture start to creep in. Tom then asks if I 
can get back to explaining the cost flow. I turn my 
body slightly so that I am facing the board. This 
positions Tom directly behind me. He has one hand down 
my panties slow boiling my pussy with the vibrating egg 
while his other hand reaches around to squeeze and 
bounce my breast. I can also feel his cock through our 
jeans nestled between my ass cheeks and starting grow. 
I get back to the point in the flow where I left off as 
I continue working over Vicky.

I can tell that she'd been left on the edge of orgasm 
by the egg and while she desperately wants to get 
involved in the conversation, her mouth is busy with my 
fingers. After a little while I remove my fingers from 
her pussy and move them up to her mouth. She obediently 
opens her mouth and allows me to switch the fingers 
that were in her mouth for the ones that were in her 
pussy. I then move the fingers that were in her mouth 
to her pussy. I continue to go over the cost model with 
Tom, while my breathing gets more and more labored. My 
mind races at the thought of dominating Vicky while 
submitting to Tom. 

I've never felt this kind of feeling of being in 
control while being controlled before. Tom then snakes 
a finger around the egg and slips it into my pussy. 
There is no denying that I am wet now. I respect Tom 
for thinking enough of me to not just slam his fingers 
into my dry pussy and work me over. Probably the 
hardest thing about being a lesbian today is the 
attention from men who don't care if you're ready or 
not for their advances. 

It's been pointed out to me by a number of my 
girlfriends that it's our responsibility to ready 
ourselves for them on a moment's notice. This is why we 
should have some personal lubricant ready at all times. 
I can't argue with that since it's obviously true, but 
it would be nice to be given the opportunity to lube up 
before having a thumb jammed up my ass at the bus stop 
in the morning. 

I can feel that Vicky is getting close to orgasm as I 
work her clit over. She's starting to grunt a bit 
around the three fingers I have jammed into her mouth. 
I also notice that she keeps glancing up at the clock 
on my wall. I take my fingers out of her mouth and she 
tells me that she's running late for a meeting and 
really should go. I, myself feel like I'm closing in on 
an orgasm when Tom unceremoniously pulls the egg out of 
my panties and presses it hard against Debbie's clit. 
This sends her screaming over the edge and she doubles 
over and howls as her body is racked with orgasm. 

Her body trembles as Tom holds the egg against her. I 
pull my fingers out of her and Tom pushes the vibrating 
egg back into her. Tom helps her down from the desk and 
almost falls to the floor as her knees buckle. Tom 
gathers up her clothes and hands them to her and slaps 
her on the ass as she walks out of my cubicle with the 
vibrating egg still sending shock waves through her 
body. She stumbles a bit as she carries her clothes out 
with her as she leaves the office in just her bra and 
panties. 

Meanwhile, I've started to calm down from being so 
close to orgasm. Tom looks back at the drawing on the 
board and asks a question. I sit back on my desk with 
my shirt off and my breast hanging out of my bra and my 
jeans unbuttoned, still a little tweaked from the 
working over my clit has gotten and explain to Tom how 
the elements in question work together. We discuss it 
for about 15 minutes during which time I start to feel 
awkward with my state of dress. I reach up and gently 
fit my large breast back into my bra. Tom reaches over 
with both hands bounces my breasts in my bra. They 
shake like jello and he smiles. 

I smile back at him and ask if he has any other 
questions. He replies by reaching behind me and 
unclasping my bra. He pulls it off me, drapes it over 
my cubicle wall and squeezes my tits. He moves his 
mouth to one of my breasts and sucks and bites my 
nipple. He squeezes and fondles the other breast while 
he does this. He does this for what seems like a very 
long time. He then stops, unzips his jeans and pulls 
his cock out. He slowly starts to rub it. I can see it 
growing and the veins start to show. 

He takes one of my hands in his and moves it to his 
cock. I take it and mimic the slow tugging motion that 
I saw him doing. He then grabs my nipples with two 
fingers and pulls down. I follow my breasts until I'm 
kneeling on the ground. He moves my hand, which is 
still pumping his cock in front of my mouth. He smiles 
down at me and says, 'If you don't mind...' 

I'm obviously not thrilled, but I smile up at him 
before I open my mouth and take in his hard cock. I 
slowly suck him. He places his hands on the back of my 
head and gently pulls my head down on his cock. He does 
this to set the pace, basically fucking my mouth, not 
roughly mind you, but definitely with intent. He 
reaches one hand down and squeezes one of my breasts. I 
continue to suck as Tom fucks my face. 

Suddenly the door to our shared office space opens and 
Susan walks into my cubical. She looks down at me and 
says she's in the building for a meeting, but needs to 
talk to me quickly. She smiles at Tom and apologizes. 
Susan is our boss, so what she says goes. I look up at 
Tom with his dick still stuffed into my mouth. He just 
shrugs because I can tell he's very close to cumming. I 
back my head off his prick and apologize to him. I then 
tell Susan that I'm available to talk to her. My hand 
continues to slowly pump Tom's cock as Susan starts to 
ask me about a contract. I look up at Tom and can tell 
that a handjob is not really what he wants. 

Again, this is where I'm at a disadvantage being a 
lesbian. Would a straight girl offer more that a hand 
job when her mouth is suddenly unavailable? I don't 
know. I guess it only seems fair to replace one soft, 
warm, wet hole for another. Since I have to deny him my 
mouth, I decide to do what I think a straight girl 
would do. I continue to discuss the contract with 
Susan, but I take my hand off Tom's cock. I smile and 
wink at him as I get to my feet. I reach down and 
finish unbuttoning my pants. 

I pull my jeans and panties down to the floor and lean 
forward to put my hands on my desk. I step out of my 
pants and move my feet apart. I move a hand to my mouth 
and ask Susan to excuse me for a moment. I put three 
fingers into my mouth and get them good and wet. I then 
reach back and work them into my pussy. I get it as wet 
as I can. Susan, seeing what I'm doing, reaches into 
her suit jacket pocket and pulls out a small tube of 
lubricant, which she offers me. I thank her and apply a 
generous amount to my pussy. I hand the tube back to 
her. I look back at Tom, who now seems to be eyeing 
Susan. I smile at him and ask if this is ok. He smiles 
and nods as he moves in behind me. 

I get back to my conversation with Susan as I feel Tom 
slowly start to work his cock into my pussy. He then 
starts a slow rhythm which causes my conversation to 
jump from time to time. As he starts to pick up the 
pace, he starts to pull my hips back into him. I know 
I'm not going to orgasm from this, but I have to admit 
that it doesn't entirely feel bad either. Suddenly, Tom 
removes one of his hands from my hip and reaches it out 
toward Susan. He can't quite reach her, so she takes a 
step closer. 

He continues to pound away at my pussy while he tries 
to unbutton Susan's blouse with one hand. She takes the 
hint and moves a hand up to finish unbuttoning her 
blouse for him. She lets it fall open to reveal her 
breasts held in a lacy white bra. Tom must have a bra 
fetish, because his cock really jumped when Susan 
revealed herself to him. He then reaches down and 
sticks his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He 
pulls her toward him and pushes a hand down the front 
of her pants. Susan and I continue to discuss the 
contract as Tom fingers her and fucks my pussy. 

I can tell that Tom is really working her over as she 
puts a hand on my cubical wall to steady herself and 
moves her feet wider apart. He must be trying to get 
his whole hand in her or something, because she winces 
and stutters a bit as she bends at the waist and arches 
her back a little. As Susan bends down her breasts fall 
within an inch or so of my face. I instinctively reach 
up into her bra and give one of her nipples a tug. 
Susan's eyes widen and she shoots me a look. I pull my 
hand back down and try to act like nothing happened. 
Suddenly Tom reaches his free hand up to the back of my 
head and grabs a hand full of hair. He pulls back as he 
thrusts himself forward into me a few times. He grunts 
and shoots jet after jet of his goo up into me. He must 
have really pinched Susan's clit when he came, because 
she let out a squeal and just about fell to her knees. 

When Tom finishes cumming in me, he kind of deflates 
and lowers his chest onto my back. He reaches around 
and takes one of my hanging breasts into his hand and 
rolls it around in his hand. As he's doing this I'm 
telling Susan, in a breathy voice, the final details of 
the contract. Tom pulls his hand out of Susan's pants 
and looks up at her as he licks one of his fingers. He 
then offers a finger to me for a taste. I open my mouth 
and accept his finger. 

I lick and suck Susan's juices from it. He then pulls 
it out of me and moves it down to my pussy. He wraps it 
around the root of his cock, which is still buried deep 
in me and slowly pulls out, collecting our combined 
juices on his fingers. He moves his fingers deep into 
my pussy and pulls out a great load of goop. He moves 
around me to Susan, who is buttoning up her blouse. He 
takes a finger and outlines each of her nipples through 
her sheer white blouse with his sperm. He then offers 
the remaining stuff to her mouth. 

She smiles at him and opens her mouth, sticking her 
tongue out to lick the sperm from his fingers. When his 
fingers are clean, she backs her head off them and says 
that she has to run to her meeting now. She puts a hand 
on Tom's cheek and with a smile move in to give him a 
little kiss. She thanks him and then thanks me for the 
contract info before turning to leave. 

I take note of Susan's reaction to Tom and stand up 
straight. When I do this, more of his spooge flows out 
of me and starts to run down my leg. I force a smile 
for him as I reach down and scoop the sperm up with my 
fingers and move them up to my mouth. I lick all of his 
juices off and even go back down for more. He reaches 
down and picks up my panties and uses them to clean his 
cock with. He wads them up and offers them to my mouth. 
I smile and thank him as I open my mouth for him to 
stuff my filthy panties in. He sits down in my chair as 
I reach for my pants. I pull my pants on and look 
around my office for my bra and shirt. Strangely, I 
don't see them.

Tom sees me looking around and clues in that I'm 
looking for my remaining clothes. He looks up on the 
cubicle wall where he put my bra and a smile crosses 
his face. 'Susan must have taken it. Did she take your 
shirt too?' I snicker and say 'I think she did. I 
snicker and nod. I pull the panties out of my mouth and 
say that I don't think she appreciated me pinching her 
nipple. Oh well, I guess I'm working topless the rest 
of the day.' 

Tom laughs and stands up to leave. I reach out and 
clumsily put my hand on the front of his pants, slowly 
rubbing his cock (It feels forced and un-natural). I 
tell him I hope I answered all his questions about the 
cost model, and if he needs anything else to let me 
know. He just says 'will do' as he reaches out, picks 
up my panties and puts them back into my mouth. He then 
turns and leaves my cubicle. 

I sit down in my chair and pull up to my desk to get 
back to work. I notice that with no bra on, my breasts 
hang down such that they actually sit on my desk. I 
laugh to myself that desk support is better than no 
support. I grin and think to myself, what would a 
straight girl do here? 

To be continued?

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