Roxanne Tate slid behind the wheel of her new, white, Cadillac Seville. That was one nice thing about living with Ted. He was not stingy. And he liked to not only fuck, but to please her as well. He didn't mind the games she liked to play. She didn't have to work now, but she enjoyed being a nurse. Besides, working for a gynecologist gave her the opportunity of meeting interesting women.
She started the car and turned the air-conditioner on, full blast. She paused before driving off. She couldn't decide what she wanted - a nice, hard, cock or some lovely lady's tongue. Decisions, decisions. Her hand slipped under her short, starched, white, nurse's uniform skirt. Roxanne squeezed her panty covered crotch.
Roxanne always wore tight panties. She liked the feel, the pressure, as if someone had their hand cupped against her pussy. At work she always wore a tight brassiere too, a size too small. The bra cut into her skin leaving deep red marks on her breasts, also displaying deep cleavage that some patients liked to admire.
Keeping the heel of her hand on her crotch, she picked up the cell phone and dialed a number. It rang once. "Hello honey," she said. "My name is Roxanne Tate. May I speak to Mr. Bixby, please?"
She waited a few moments. "Ted! Darling! You didn't tell me you have a new secretary."
On the other end of the line she could hear Ted chuckle. "I told you we were reorganizing down here. I picked her today."
"You picked her?? Must be a bleached blonde with big tits, uh?"
"Now why do you say that, Roxanne? I'll admit she is, but..."
"You're so transparent Ted," Roxanne cut in. "I'm surprised you let a redhead like me live with you. You must invite her for dinner some evening. I'd like to get to know her."
Ted laughed again. "Want to suck her tits is more like it."
"Don't tempt me baby. But I didn't call to discuss who you're fucking in the office. Can you get off early today?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'm hot, Ted. Real hot. I was thinking of inviting Linda Wilson over. You can have her when I'm done. Brad's on a business trip so she could stay all night if you like."
"Hmmm. Sounds nice. Why don't you invite Hilary Thompson, instead?"
It was Roxanne's turn to laugh. "That little slut. You do have a thing with blondes lately. I'm not sure I'm ready to share her, Ted. She needs some more training before I let you have her. Look. I'll surprise you. Just get home before me. And I'm leaving the parking lot right now. And Ted, just remember my cunt is so hot right now that the air-conditioner isn't cooling this car. Ta ta." She hung up her phone, and drove off.
It was a beautiful, hot, Wednesday afternoon and Roxanne was in a good mood. It was her half-day off. She would go home; maybe lounge by the pool for an hour or so before calling one of her girl friends; then she and Ted would work the woman over. In addition, old Mrs. Simpson had handed in her notice. That would leave Roxanne in charge of the office and Dr. Ford had said she could hire the new nurse. Roxanne smiled to herself. She would make a trip to the nursing schools in the area and hand pick just the type of nurse she wanted.
Roxanne maneuvered the car into the right lane. At the light the bus in front of her stopped. As a passenger got off, the light turned red. Roxanne fumed. She looked out her window at the woman who got off the bus. The woman had started walking toward her; seemed to change her mind; turned around; walked to the corner; turned right and headed down Roxanne's street.
The woman was Kathy Baker. She had moved into the house next door a couple of weeks ago. Roxanne had only met her once or twice, and then just briefly. She knew Kathy was in her twenties and divorced, but that was about it. Roxanne had meant to get to know her better, but had been so busy she didn't have a chance.
Finally the light turned green and the bus began to move laboriously. Roxanne followed and turned right. Kathy was about a block ahead. In her tight mini-skirt and high heels, Kathy had to take mincing steps. Roxanne pulled her Seville up next to the curb, rolled down the passenger window and honked.
Kathy Baker felt like a fool. She had been divorced nine months ago. For the first six months afterward, she had become a regular at several singles' bars. Most of the men she met had only been interested in one-night-stands. At first she had not minded at all, and took on all comers. But after a while, she had tired of the whole scene, and finally stopped going to the bars. And, she decided to move to a much nicer up-scale neighborhood.
She then turned her attention to her job. She worked for a large corporation, and was a special assistant to the only female Vice President of the firm, Ms. Loretta English. Kathy cringed. Ms. English, who had befriended her, helped her through her divorce, and for whom Kathy had busted her ass, had turned out to be the devil in disguise. No, that was unfair. She should have seen it. It was her fault.
Kathy had kept her mind off sex by working hard and buying a house in Queen Anne Heights, a better neighborhood in Bayport. This morning though, she woke up as horny as could be. She wanted a cock, and she wanted one bad. It was time to have an affair, she thought. The only men she knew anymore were the guys at the office. Her co-workers were having affairs with each other, so why couldn't she get in on the action? She did not have anyone particular in mind, a man, any man, would do.
After her shower, she put on midnight black hose, a black garter to hold them up, a pair of crotchless panties that clung low on her hips, and high heeled black shoes that strapped around her ankles. She then put on a sheer, black bra and a dark blue blouse. Kathy unbuttoned enough of the blouse to expose her cleavage and actually show the little red bow on the front of her bra. She tucked her blouse into a tight, black, mini-skirt.
Kathy spent extra time carefully applying her make-up, being a little heavy handed with the dark eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner. She also put on some extra splashes of perfume, especially in her cleavage. She then carefully combed out her long, beautiful brunette hair. A lightweight black, long sleeve jacket, which hung midway down her skirt, completed her ensemble.
Her car was at the garage getting a tune-up, so she called a taxi. From the looks the driver kept giving her, she knew her new outfit was doing its job.
But, work was a different story. None of the men on the ninth floor seemed to notice her. She spent as much time as she could near the coffee pot, but they stayed away. Finally, just before lunch, Mr. Larsen, a man in his fifties and very happily married, walked by her desk. He stopped and asked a question. After she had answered it, she asked what was wrong with her.
"Kathy, how long have you been working here?" He asked. "Don't you know that everyone on this floor thinks you're Loretta English's flunky? Her spy. You could be walking around here nude, and none of the guys would make a pass. They all ogle you and wonder who the lucky guy is you go out with."
Before Kathy had time to mull over this crushing news, her phone rang. It was Ms. English wanting to go over the Latimer file. Kathy got the file and walked to Ms. English's office. She had certainly been keeping Kathy busy. It was the fifth time that morning she'd been called to Loretta's office.
It happened while going over the file. Kathy was leaning with both hands on the desk. Loretta was behind her. Kathy saw it coming. Like a slow motion picture, she watched Loretta's well manicured hand reach across and down into Kathy's blouse. Loretta softly squeezed Kathy's left breast, and Kathy did nothing to stop her. Loretta was breathing deep and slow, and Kathy felt the breath on her neck and ear. Kathy was shocked, but she didn't pull away. Her cunt started to throb.
"I've always wanted you, Kathy," Loretta murmured in her ear.
Hearing Loretta speak broke the spell. Kathy struggled out of Loretta's hands and escaped to the other side of the desk. She straightened her shoulders, thrust out her bosom, and with her five-foot-six frame erect said, "I don't see how I could ever work for you again, Ms. English. I Quit!"
Kathy turned and walked out. Loretta was saying something to her, but she didn't pay any attention. She shut the door behind her, walked to her desk, retrieved her purse, and went to the elevators. Kathy pushed her way through the lunch crowd in the lobby, and out into the street. "Not a taxi in sight," she thought. Then she spotted the bus. She got on blindly and sat behind the driver.
It took Kathy a few moments to compose herself. She could not believe that Loretta English, so prim and proper, was a lesbian. The thought both alarmed and excited her. Her left tit still itched where Loretta's hand had caressed her, and her cunt was creaming. Was she too a latent lesbian? "No," she said to herself. "No it can't be." But then why did the thought of Loretta's tongue in her gash send shivers up and down her spine? And what had Loretta said as she left? Something about Kathy coming back to her?
Kathy groaned and squirmed in her seat. She looked around the bus. All the other passengers were men, and they were all staring at her. She could sense their eyes stripping her. "God, they must think I'm a Sacramento Avenue hooker." She pulled at her too short skirt. It was unseasonably warm for May, and the bus was hot. She felt uncomfortable. When the bus stopped at Santa Barbara Avenue, she got off. She could walk the rest of the way home. Better than those prying eyes.
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