Shameless in Chicago
banged her shin painfully on a chair in her haste to escape
the conference room. She looked around to see if anyone
had noticed. No-one seemed to have, so she fled the room
gratefully. It was altogether too hot and stuffy in there,
and the director of Tech Support was altogether too distracting.
Walking back to her office made her a little steadier on
her feet. Since her recent promotion to supervisor in Accounting,
Abby rated an office instead of a peon-cubicle. Not that
it was any bigger than a cubicle, but it did have the benefit
of some added privacy. She could goof off without worrying
about people happening to look over her shoulder at her
monitor to see that her "quarterly report" looked
suspiciously like an astrology webpage.
Abby settled in front of her computer, still a little warm
from having to sit across from Laura Taylor for an entire
2-hour meeting. *I hope I didn't blush too obviously when
she started fiddling with that pen,* she thought. *That's
the trouble with fair skin; blushing is always so noticeable.
But, really, she has a very erotic way of sucking on the
end of her pen. And of walking. And opening a briefcase.
It's just not fair.*
She opened up her email program and drafted an email to
her friend Jonathon. "New update on the crush situation:
Sat across from Laura in our weekly management meeting this
morning. I think you're wrong about getting over this the
more I work with her. Today she took off her jacket and
had a sleeveless top on underneath-and she's got the most
beautiful biceps! God, butch women are gorgeous. If she's
not queer, she's at least gotta be used to women hitting
on her. Wish I could risk being out at this company so I
could find out. Sometimes I sit at meetings and wonder if
she'd like to tie me up and fuck me. Or what it would take
to make her lose all that cool control. And then I hope
to hell no-one can read my mind! See you soon, Jon. And
you owe me an update on that guy Chris you keep talking
Email sent, Abby felt more able to concentrate on her work,
and she was soon ploughing through spreadsheets and budget
reports at a respectable rate.
The next week, Abby was once again trapped in a room with
Laura. Laura was confidently making a powerpoint presentation
of her department's newly completed projects, her strong
fingers tapping the keys of her laptop. Her extra-short
braids swung a little as she turned her head from the computer
to the screen to her coworkers and back again to her computer.
Abby was shocked out of her libidinous trance by the words
"email monitoring." She sat up straighter. She
did send a lot of personal email on her work computer, but
she knew she wasn't the worst offender.
". . . carried out by me personally so as to effectively
monitor the time use of tech support staff as well,"
Laura was saying. "I sorted out personal emails from
the correspondence of every single employee, but it is my
conclusion that with few exceptions such email is not a
significant drain on personnel efficiency. I would, however,
like to remind everyone of what you were told when you were
issued your account-the company reserves the right to monitor
all email sent on our system. Anything you want to keep
private should not be sent over the network."
Was Laura looking at her when
she said that? Abby couldn't tell if she was or if it was
just her guilty conscience. She could feel the blood in
her cheeks. *Don't be silly,* she told herself. *She probably
just checked for non-work-related subject lines. She couldn't
have read them all.*
After the meeting, Abby gathered her things without really
seeing them. She jumped to find Laura standing within arm's
reach when she looked up. "Hey," she said nervously.
Laura's dark eyes trapped Abby's green ones. Abby froze,
suddenly wanting to examine the carpet, her palmpilot, anything
to avoid those velvet eyes. "I'll give you a ride to
the El stop on your way home tonight," Laura offered.
"It's on my way, and it looks like rain." "Err.
Thanks. But you don't have to-I mean, really, it's ok."
*Stop babbling,* Abby thought fiercely to herself.
"No, I'd like to. I have some things I'd like to discuss
with you about your email account." Laura appeared
Abby kept her face carefully blank. *Oh, shit. What if I
was totally wrong about her? What if she's a fundamentalist
Christian and she outs me to the whole damn company? And
never speaks to me again?* She played along. "Alright,
then. See you at 5." Abby didn't get much work done
the rest of the day. Laura showed up outside her office
door at 5, and Abby followed her to her blue Lexus. As they
pulled out of the garage, Abby tried hard to ignore Laura's
hand on the gear shift. *Damn, if she never talks to me
again after this I might just die of unrequited lust. But
I won't lie about being queer if she asks. It's not worth
They didn't talk. At a stoplight, Laura turned to her. "So,
was it true?"
"Urgh, was what true?" Abby stalled.
"Would you really like me to tie you up and fuck you?"
The words triggered an intense throbbing between Abby's
"Yes," she blurted out. "Good."
Abby sat, shocked.
Laura continued to drive. She passed the el stop without
slowing down. Finally Abby got up the courage to ask "Where
are we going?" "To my place, of course. I'd drive
faster, but I don't want to give the cops an excuse to pick
me up for Driving while Black. They'd probably think I'm
going to molest a pretty blond like you. Which I am. But
consensually, of course." Laura had a really sly smile,
Abby decided. And sexy. Abby didn't ask any more questions.
It was safer for her state of mind and her underwear.
Laura had a loft in an area that was rapidly being gentrified.
They rode up in a freight elevator. At her door, Laura turned
and asked "Wanna back out?"
"No." Abby followed her inside.
"I was hoping you'd come home with me tonight,"
Laura confided. "I've had my eye on you for a while,
and I was happy to see from your email it isn't a one-sided
thing. So I've got a few things ready for you in the bedroom."
Abby didn't know what to say, but she knew she was blushing.
And that other parts of her were affected as well.
"I want you to go in and put on what you find-it should
fit. And the rules are: either of us can stop this at any
"Ok," Abby agreed. She went into the bedroom behind
the partition to which Laura had gestured. Immediately,
she was fascinated by the bed, which had padded restraints
for ankles and wrists. In the middle of the bed lay what
appeared to be leather underpants and a leather bra. "I
can't believe I'm doing this," she said as she stripped
off her suit and reached for the clothing Laura had chosen
The bra was tight, and it had small holes through which
the very tips of her nipples projected. The underpants seemed
to be an odd construction, with a rigid cup covering the
crotch. Both items had strange buckles, but Abby managed
to get them on before Laura came back.
Laura was still in her grey suit from work. She smiled to
see Abby's slender body contrasting against the black lingerie.
"Nice. Now, from now on, you do what I say. Unless,
of course, you want out. Got it?"
"Got it," Abby said, surprised at the wave of
heat Laura's words provoked in her body. She watched admiringly
as Laura stripped out of her own clothing. Laura's body
was powerfully fluid, and Abby saw with a pleasant tingle
that she wore boxers.
Naked, Laura approached and pinned Abby against the partition
wall. The cold shock on her back made Abby's already hard
nipples almost painful against the bra she wore. Her head
fell back as Laura kissed and nibbled down her neck and
shoulders, and she almost didn't notice when Laura snapped
small padlocks through the buckles of her garments. Then
Laura's tongue was in her mouth and nothing else mattered
for several minutes.
Laura broke the kiss and licked the hollow of Abby's throat.
Abby felt her hot breath on her nipple, then Laura's mouth
sucking her through the opening in the bra. Laura drew her
nipple out through the opening, and it stayed, trapped and
throbbing with blood. Abby's knees gave way as Laura did
the same to her other nipple.
both Abby's nipples were caught in the constrictive holes
in the bra, and with every movement they brushed against
Laura's smooth skin. Abby no longer cared if her moans made
it obvious how much she wanted this. She could feel the
slickness between her legs, smell her own and Laura's excitement.
"That's right, baby," Laura said as Abby slid
to the floor. "Let it out." She easily picked
the blond woman up and laid her on the bed, fastening her
wrists and ankles securely to the wide cuffs. Abby had fantasized
about this for months, but fantasy didn't compare. She'd
never been tied up before, and she wasn't prepared for how
much it turned her on. She whimpered.
Laura smiled her sly smile and proceeded to kiss and lick
Abby from fingers to throat to swollen nipples to stomach
to thighs to knees and back again. Her braids brushed tantalizingly
against Abby's skin. Abby was struggling hard against the
padded cuffs by the time she finished, trying to grab Laura
and hold her in one place. The ache between her legs grew
by the second.
"My, you do like this," Laura murmured, pulling
back. Her eyes were mischievous as she pulled a small box
out of the nightstand and turned a dial on it. Abby's body
jerked as a vibrator concealed in her underwear started
to buzz against her clit.
It was too slow! Just enough to tease, and Laura knew it
as she watched Abby. "Please," Abby begged. Laura
released Abby's restraints, then stepped back
out of reach when Abby reached for her. Abby fell to the
floor again, her hands going to the leather that covered
her crotch. But the leather was too tight to allow her fingers
inside, and the little padlock frustrated her attempts to
unbuckle the garment. She tried to grind her hips into the
carpet to press the vibrator closer into her, but the rigid
cup in the pants prevented this from having any effect.
The rough carpet tugging at her tumescent nipples was driving
her wild. "Oh, god," Abby groaned. She caught
a glimpse of Laura's joyful face as the other woman watched
her writhing in frenzied pleasure.
"What do you want, Abby?" she asked.
"Fuck me, please, Laur, I want you inside me!"
Abby was past caring about dignity. Her whole being was
focused on her aching need to come.
Laura pulled a strap-on out of the same drawer and quickly
put it on. "I guess I won't have to worry about lube,"
she said, as she unlocked the buckle on Abby's underpants
and slowly peeled them from Abby's sopping crotch.
"Oohhh," Abby cried as Laura spread her open and
slid slowly inside. She dug her fingers into Laura's firm
back. Laura thrust inside her again. And again. Abby's hips
rocked to meet each stroke.
"Come for me," Laura whispered as she thrust deeply
into Abby. Abby did, in a shuddering series of convulsions
that left her weak, her cunt still spasming around Laura's
Catching her breath, she was seized with a desire to make
Laura lose her own control. Abby knew the friction of the
base of the strap-on on Laura's clit had to have been incredibly
stimulating. With Laura still inside her, she reached around
behind and entered Laura's wet cunt with two fingers, stroking
until Laura's back arched in a screaming orgasm and her
spasms transmitted down the strap-on to make Abby come again.
They lay exhausted in each other's arms.
Abby opened her eyes. "Do you think we could get away
with calling in sick tomorrow?"
Again Laura's sly smile. "I think that could be arranged."