Making the Scene

by Couture

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Reluctant, Lesbian, Heterosexual, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Sex Story: A not-so-nice girl takes advantage of a co-workers crush, in what could best be described as a story of reluctant heterosexualism.

You know how some women make excuses about being strong-willed and misunderstood. Not me, I'm one hundred percent bitch. If anything, I get upset when people mistake me for only being strong-willed. Much like my co-worker Paula.

Paula thought she could get away with fucking with me, but she found out what happens the hard way. You see, Paula works with me at our local Ace hardware store in Wilson, North Carolina and she happens to be a lesbian. I feel sorry for her just a little bit, because this hick city lies right in the buckle of the Bible belt. I believe there are like five lesbians in town and poor Paula is the odd one out.

But, I could care less about her social life. Hell, she's heard me tell her enough stories about my past to know that I'm a bitch. She sure as hell should have known that if I wanted to go out with her I would have asked her.

Instead, she asked me if I ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman? Please...

In a bad year I've probably fucked more women than Paula has in her life, but I didn't tell her that. I told her, "I love guys and fat dicks, not lonely lesbian chicks." What possessed me to say it, I have no idea.

Paula blushed. It made me all tingly inside. From that moment on, I turned the heat up on lonely little Paula. I touched her arms and thighs, whispered in her ear, complimented her, did that cute thing where I put my hair behind my ear when I'm talking to her. When she was in the back putting up stock, I would always find an excuse to slide by her, pressing my pelvis to her ass as I did so.

She was so easy, she was like putty in my hands. Soon, she was doing all my work for me.

"Liz, do you need some more bags? I'm heading in the back."

"Thank you Paula." I patted her ass. "Hurry along, you know how I don't like being alone up here."

She practically ran down the aisle. When she returned, her nipples were all bumply.

As much fun as this was, I was getting pretty bored with the whole situation.

That day, while we were in the breakroom, I made my move and cast out a line.

"God, my feet hurt something awful."

You should have seen Paula's face light up. "I give very good feet massages, so I'm told."

"Do me." I kicked off my pumps and placed my feet in her lap.

She really worked my feet. They actually were a tad sore and her hands felt great.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. "That's wonderful." It was time to show her the bait.

I closed my eyes and gave my best impression of sexual satisfaction. She was probably creaming in her panties.

Then I gave her something to really cream about. With my eyes still closed, I purred in my throat, allowing my legs to fall open. I didn't even have to look at her to know she was eating it up.

She moved my foot up and I could feel my skirt slide up further. I'm sure the little bitch was making a mental topography map of my panty covered cunt. I wondered if my dampness was showing.

God, the massage, the teasing, the sport of seduction, made my body alive with pleasure. It was almost a shame to end it.

I snapped my eyes open, catching her fixated stare on my cunt. "What do you think you are doing?"

She blushed, looking up, but refusing to meet my eyes. "Nothing."

"You were staring at my cunt, weren't you?"

She let go of my foot, crumpled up the discarded wrapper from her Snicker bar, and rushed to stand up, but I kept her pinned down with my foot. "Did I say stop?"

"N-n-no." Poor Paula's eyes widened like a man's at a Nascar race. She massaged my foot again, this time careful to look at my face or my foot, and keeping my legs together so that my panties weren't exposed.

"Mmmmm, that feels good Paula. Yes, you give good foot."

"Thanks..." she hesitated, went to speak and then thought the better of it. Finally, she screwed up the courage to murmur it out. "I-I give good other things as well."

I smiled and licked my lips. "Oh my... directness. I like that Paula. I have no use for liars and sneaks." I reached down, grabbed hold of the hem of my skirt, and slid it up my thighs, until my peach panties were exposed again. "Tell me Paula, exactly what other good things do you give as well?"

Her face burned bright red. She cast her eyes down to the floor, clearing her throat before she spoke. "I give good tongue."

"Are you sure Paula? You're seem too afraid to even look at me, much less lick me. Maybe I should just find the woman your girlfriend left you for. I bet she really gives good tongue." I adjusted my panties, so the cleft of my sex was visible. Her eyes bored into my pussy. Ha-ha, her mouth was almost watering.

"I could please you. I swear I could."

"But Paula, you seem so fixated on my pussy. What if my breasts got jealous of all the good tongue my pussy was getting?"

"I would lick them too."

"What about my ass? What if my ass was jealous?"

"I love all of you, Stacey... even your ass."

God, she was pathetic. What a doormat.

Disgusted, I jerked my legs down and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of my skirt. "Sounds like fun. Too bad I'm not a dyke."

Tears welled in the poor things eyes. I tried to resist, but couldn't. "You are such a crybaby. Follow me," I said.

She sniffed and wiped away her tears. "What?"

"Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and settle this once and for all."

The look of shock on her face sent shivers down my spine. The little puppy dog trailed me all the way to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind us and moved to hug me.

"Get off me." I pushed her away, once again bringing tears of hurt to her eyes. What a whiny bitch. "Look," I said. "I told you I'm not into that shit. At least, I don't think I am, since I've never found myself attracted to another woman." Wow, how I said that with a straight face, without being struck by lightning, was fucking incredible.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I just thought-" she stammered.

"Relax Paula, I'm not going to report you for sexual harassment." I stroked her arm and her hair, comforting her. "I think what you are doing is a very bad idea. I'm quite happy with my sexual orientation. But, if you want to try it, I'll give it a fair shot. Show me what you've got, so I can see once and for all if I'm attracted to you."

"W-what? You mean?" Her eyes hopeful once again.

"Yes, show me the goods. Let me see what you have to offer."

She fumbled with the top button on her blouse. "You mean?"

"Did I stutter? Show me the merchandise."

She began to undress. Looking down the whole time and in general, boring the ever-lovin shit out of me.

I turned toward the door. "Never mind. I know I don't need a prude, man or woman. I can see why your last girlfriend left you."

"Stacey... wait."

I turned back around and watched her strip. Okay, she wasn't very good at it, but she tried. Oh, how she tried. She did her best strip tease and rubbed her hands up and down her body. She even dipped a finger into her sex and licked it off. She showed me her ass, her nipples, the inside of her sex. She even masturbated in front of me, after a little encouragement of course. Prissy Paula was so embarrassed at first, but she was into it now and rapidly approaching orgasm.

I winced. "Sorry Paula... not doing anything for me."

The little car that was humming along so nicely toward its final destination, coughed and then sputtered. Naked, horny, and with fingers embedded in pussy, Paula realized how stupid she must look in front of her coworker. She spun around, squatting on the floor, as she fumbled with her clothes.

Paula left early that day and she called in sick the next day as well. That afternoon, I decided to give her a call. I got her machine instead.

"This is Paula, leave a message at the beep," it said.

"Pick up the phone Paula, I know you're there. Goddamn it Paula, pick up the fucking phone right now."


"About time. What kind of shit are you trying to pull? Why aren't you at work?" After a long pause, she came up with a lie.

"I'm feeling sick. I think I have a stomach virus."

"Bullshit. Get your ass to work... today. I'm not working here by myself. I'll fucking quit and it'll be goodbye Stacey. Do you understand me?"

"Ah, yes."

"Then you're coming to work?"

"Yes." And she did. She was quiet and avoided me, but she was back and doing most of the work again. Thank God, I really don't think I could have stood being busy for another day.

After work, we went to her car for a little girl talk.

"I'm glad you came to work today Paula. There was something I needed to tell you. I've missed having you around."

"I missed you too, Stacey."

Paula was doing a good job at remaining in control. I was going to have to do something about that. I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. They reeked of sex. I held them close to Paula's face.

"Is this what you want?"

She resisted at first, turning her face to the side. She made a show of fighting me, but in the end she pressed her face into the fabric, inhaling deeply.

"They smell good don't they?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"I was wearing them last night, while I was watching a video. It had the hottest chick on there sucking a big fat cock. She kind of reminded me of you. Mmmmmm, I came and came." I spread my legs so she could see my wet sex and thickly swollen lips. "See what she did to me?"

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