Layla's Furniture

I spent the early part of the morning looking all around, trying to see if I could find my friend, Livia.

We had been starting to spend more time together recently, and I'd found that I really enjoyed her company. She was smart (though not as smart as me), funny, and insightful. I liked it when she would come over and spend time helping me with my work. She was usually pretty unobtrusive whenever I was working, but she was always willing to lend a hand when I needed it.

Over the last week, she had helped me conduct experiments (acting as extra hands around the lab), collect data, sort through my files, and generally keep me company while I worked. She may not really be able to help me with the research, experimental design, or interpreting results, but I still greatly appreciated her help. Eliza helped, sometimes, too, but Livia was my preferred lab assistant; she was relatively quiet and she didn't tend to get in the way or distract me.

I walked around, looking in her usual spots, but it didn't seem like she was anywhere to be found. I thought about trying to keep looking and see if she was reachable, but she wasn't answering when I called her, so I figured she must have been busy, or otherwise wanted time for herself.

"Just as well," I thought to myself. I knew I still had work I should be doing on my own, but I had really hoped she would come over and help.... I knew some of my results were piling up, needing me to take the time to interpret them, but I'd been having so much fun with Livia that I hadn't really wanted to stop working with her, so I had just kept starting new projects with her instead of working on wrapping up the old ones.

I sighed to myself and made my way back to my lab, but I still kept my eyes peeled for any sight of her- hoping in vain.

Even taking the long way back (to try to search one last place) was fruitless and I found myself back at the doors to my lab. I sighed again and pushed the doors open, a bit disappointed to see that the lab looked exactly the same as I had left it. I had hoped I might find Livia waiting for me, like maybe I had just gotten unlucky and she'd come by while I was out looking for her. I should have known better than that, but I still found myself disheartened that she wasn't there, and I stood alone in my large lab.

I closed and locked the doors behind me. It wasn't too keep anyone out, really. Anyone who wanted to come in could ring the buzzer and it would get my attention. Rather, locking the doors was part of standard operating procedure for my lab. I knew all sorts of wacky things could happen and I didn't want anything unexpected or undesired escaping from the lab where it could cause any number of issues. I had started that policy when a lab rat had escaped from my experiment to try to see if it were possible to make a rat invisible. I had failed in my goal of invisibility, but I had managed to make the damn thing very good at hiding itself, so it took me ages to get it back. It had taken Eliza's help and about a week of hunting around for it. In the time it was out, it had managed to chew through all sorts of connecting wires and had caused a bunch of damage to Avery's house, where it had nested in and made itself a home.

That had been a fairly small critter and the damage caused had been relatively easy to clean up, so Eliza had made me promise to improve my security procedures in case something else were to happen, so I did; I had created a double-door system with locks to ensure it didn't happen again. That had seemed to appease her concerns, and it had at least prevented the same thing from happening again.

I looked around the lab and tried to make a mental list of what needed to be done. Sweeping, sorting, and cleaning were the things that stood out immediately. There was sawdust covering the floor where I'd drilled some holes into a block of wood so it could act as an impromptu test-tube holder when my other one had gotten full. There were stacks of paper on nearly every surface of the lab, all except my desk which I kept meticulously cleared off so I could always work there without having to clear it off, first.

It wasn't a good system, but it was all I had until I actually had some help cleaning this place up. Livia had been helping me but she'd been called off for other things for a while, and of course I'd managed to turn the place into an absolute disaster again in the time she'd been gone. Eliza often said I was like a walking tornado and I wasn't so sure she was wrong; I just tried to take it as a compliment.

I sighed to myself again, feeling frustrated by the disorganized mess before me. I needed help to get through this one, there was no other way around it. If Livia wasn't here, I would have to improvise.

I made my way into the back of the lab and through to the concealed doorway behind a bookshelf. It was cliche, but I hadn't really been able to think of a better alternative to hide a doorway, so I went with it. At least I hadn't gone with the classic trope of having the unlocking mechanism be hidden so that you had to pull out the right book, and instead had favored the idea of a hidden latch under my desk that you had to pull, and then you had to press a hidden button on the bookshelf. If you didn't know where to look for it, you'd never have found it. I pulled the latch under my desk and then pressed the button and the bookshelf was raised up from the ground and it easily swung forward to reveal the hidden doorway. I input the key-code and unlocked the door, not bothering to pull the bookshelf closed behind me. This wouldn't take long.

I quickly strode through a short hallway and into a dimly lit room. The only light came from the faint blue glow of the stasis chambers on one side of the room, the warm pink luminescence from the cloning tanks on the right, and the lavender-hued aura emanating from my monitor on the far wall from the door.

Once, when Aira had visited the lab and I showed her around, she had asked about the colors. "Why are these ones blue? And why are those ones pink?" she had asked, absolutely fascinated by all the different technology and equipment I had around the lab. I loved her simple joy from exploring and I wished I found it so easy to be excited by the little things.

I had laughed. "Oh, those? I just think the bisexual lighting is funny. I can make the colors whatever I want, really. But the blue light is set to help keep the stasis chambers sanitized, though," I added, and she had giggled, seeming amused.

I went over to one of the stasis chambers and pressed a code into the pin-pad. A moment later, the door hatch swung open to reveal someone that looked exactly like me: my clone. She was a little unsteady on her feet, as was anyone coming out of a stasis chamber.

I reached out to stabilize her and she gratefully took my hands, using them to right herself. When I was sure her legs were steady underneath her, I released her, and was glad when she stayed solidly planted on her feet.

"Hello," she said, giggling. "It's been a while since I saw you, Elle-0," she said, using our naming convention. Elle was based on "L," which was short for Layla.

"Good to see you, Elle-1," I said, and she smiled at me. "How have you been? Has stasis been alright?"

"It's been great!" she said enthusiastically. "I've been having so many fun dreams!"

"Good," I said, smiling back at her. I knew she enjoyed stasis as much as I did, so I didn't feel too bad leaving her in there for a few weeks at a time. If anything, I was a bit jealous of her. It was so nice to be able to just float mindlessly and wander in the dream-space of stasis...

"So... why am I up?" she asked, sounding curious, and perhaps a bit annoyed if I was reading her tone correctly.

"I wanted some help with the lab," I said, and she sighed.

"Why is it never something fun? Why is it always 'clean the lab' or 'write this down for me' or 'hold this over there?' Why is it never 'eat my pussy,' 'come hang out with me and do something fun, like cuddling,' or even 'it's time for an orgy of clones?' Those sound so much more fun," she said petulantly.

I grinned. "Well, you're not wrong about that. Those do sound fun."

"Then don't make me do boring stuff," Elle-1 said, her voice a bit of a whine.

"Aww, come on, Elle-1, don't you miss doing science?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Not as much as I like being in stasis."

"Touche," I replied. "Well, how about this. If you help me out here in the lab, then we can do whatever sounds fun to you. You can eat my pussy, or I can eat yours. Or we can get out another couple clones for an orgy. Whatever suits your fancy," I said with a wild grin.

She smirked back. "Well, those were just examples. I'm open to other ideas."

"We can talk about it while we clean, then," I said, and she nodded.

We made our way back up the short hallway with Elle-1 chatting idly about her time in stasis as we walked, and when we made it back I pushed the bookshelf back into place behind us.

A quick glance around the lab told me that no one had been in it since I'd gone down, and bit down yet another sigh. I had hoped maybe Livia would have shown up after all, but it still looked like she just wasn't available right now.

Oh well, I would have to make do with just me and Elle-1. She was a good helper, anyway.

"Ello," she said, using her nickname for me. "What do you want me to do?"

"Can you work on sweeping the floor? I... I made a bit of a mess," I said sheepishly.

She looked around and grimaced. "I can see that. What did you do, run a band saw in here?"

I giggled. "Not quite, but close. Power drill to a four by four," I said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't you ever clean up after yourself?"

I smirked. "Technically, I've got me helping me clean up after my self right now."

"Oh, hah hah, very funny," she said sarcastically.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Seriously, I'm sorry," I said. "I have a lot of other work I need to get to right now, it's been piling up..."

She glanced around the room. "Yeah, no kidding. How long has it been since you cleaned in here, anyway?" she asked, exasperated.

"It hasn't been that long!" I insisted, knowing she didn't believe me at all. "I cleaned up with Livia about a week ago!"

"Livia? Who's that?" Elle-1 asked.

"Oh, I forgot you haven't been out since she came around. She's new here, but she's pretty nice. She's been helping me out around the lab," I added, and she nodded.

"I guess that makes sense. Things in here aren't quite as chaotic as usual, I guess," she said, surveying the large room once again.

I grimaced slightly. "That is true... the last time I got you out to help me clean, it took us 3 weeks to get this place sorted out."

She giggled. "Yeah, I remember. What was it you had done, again?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I grumbled.

"Awww, come on, don't be like that," she said, her voice light and teasing. "You had tried to make something- what was it again?"

I released a huff of air, annoyed. "I successfully made a paint powder spray that would stick to any surface and solidify into a smooth, clean layer of paint, thank you very much."

She snorted. "Ahh, right, that's what it was. You coated the entire lab in a nice, clean, smooth layer of paint that you made me help you clean!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "Look, I apologized for that, okay? And I more than made it up to you. I even updated your stasis chamber to have its own private WiFi so you don't get mad at me for hogging the bandwidth."

She nodded. "True enough. I'm just giving you a hard time is all. You know I don't actually care that much, I'll help whenever you need," she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek before she went off to the far side of the room to grab a broom.

"Thank you!" I said and she smiled back at me.

I redirected my thoughts, trying to think of what I should start with. A part of me wanted to help with cleaning and sorting the papers, but I knew that I could get Livia to help me with them later if I needed it. I had to work alone on interpreting results, though, so I figured it was probably a good place to start.

I walked over to my primary lab desk where I had the majority of the papers stacked up, and I looked at the notes on the different piles to determine where to start.

I decided to just start with the oldest one first and grabbed it to bring it over to my carefully-cleared work desk. I set the files down and looked at the title of the experiment. "Effects of breaking on reaction speed," it read.

I thought back to the experiment and remembered how Livia had helped me out with it, how she'd giggled when I started to break and noticeably slow down. She'd helped me by dutifully collecting data and helping with the experimental set up.

I was worried she might not enjoy it very much, so I had asked her. "Are you getting bored with this?"

"Nah," she said, her voice a bit huskier than I had expected. "I'm enjoying things. My only regret is that having sex right now would ruin the experiment."

I giggled. "Heh, true enough. We can have sex afterwards," I had said (and we did).

I pulled out the chair at my desk and sank down onto it, relaxing back into its plush body. It was comfortable to sit in, as always, but for some reason the chair almost felt warm already, as if I'd just been sitting in it. Huh. I only thought about it for a second before I saw Elle-1 looking curiously over at me and I snapped back to attention. The last thing I wanted was to have her catch me getting distracted when she was up here helping with something we both found so boring.

I flipped open the first folder, full of the setup information, the experimental procedure, the materials, and the general experiment information, like the background. I took them out of the folder and organized them into different sections of a binder I had made specifically for this. It was the 6th binder I'd started (at least since my old lab and all its stored data was lost) and it was already nearly filled up.

I opened up the next folder, which was full of data and results, and started to unload that next.

I shifted forward, lifting up out of the chair, to get a better look at one of the graphs, and next thing I knew I felt a hard slap across my ass. I might have thought I'd imagined it, but the sound of it echoed clearly through the room loudly enough that Elle-1 looked around for the source of the noise. That and I still felt the stinging sensation lingering on my right cheek, and also found myself looking around for the source.

"What was that?" Elle-1 asked, cocking her head to the side.

"I'm not sure," I murmured, lightly rubbing the sore spot on my rear.

"I just heard something, I'm not sure what it was," she continued. "It kinda sounded like it was from over there. You heard it too, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did. I heard it, but I'm not sure what caused it," I said, for deciding against telling her about the spanking I'd felt, but I wondered if it might have somehow been her, pranking me. Or if I was just imagining it... Either way, I wouldn't mention it yet. I hoped it wouldn't happen again and the issue would resolved enough that I could focus in on my work.

I sat back down, this time not surprised to find that the seat was still warm. Maybe I really was imagining things, I thought to myself.

I continued my work on sorting and tried to ignore the sound of Elle-1 humming to herself so I could concentrate. I didn't generally do well with noise, which she obviously knew, but if it was helping her to stay focused on working, I would try to let it go. I thumbed through the rest of the pages of the results and then transferred them all into the binder in the appropriate order.

"Ello?" said my own voice, breaking into my thoughts.

I looked up and saw that Elle-1 was standing a few feet away, looking intently at me. "Yeah, hun?" I asked.

"What do I do when I've finished with sweeping? I'm already halfway done," she added. I looked around and saw that she had indeed already finished sweeping almost half of the lab.

"When you're done with that, can you please work on sorting some of the papers on that desk over there?" I asked, pointing to the desk in the far corner of the lab.

"Oh, you mean you want me to sort the desk of shame? I see how it is, you're just using me for menial labor," she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. "I don't mean to give you a bunch of boring stuff to do. That's just... what I need help with. You're welcome to go through my recent experiments and help me sort them and process their results instead, if you'd like," I offered, and she wrinkled up her nose.

"Honestly? I'd rather not. Thanks, though. I'm not really in the mood for brain work, I'm just looking forward to getting fucked when you're done," she said bluntly.

Truthfully, I felt the same. I wasn't really interested in trying to work on things right now, but I knew it needed to get done, and it's not like I had anything (or anyone) better to do right now...

"I'll try not to take too long, then," I said, and she nodded.

"Okay, thanks, Ello," she said, dropping the broom and stretching her arms out before racing toward me. I barely had time to stand before she was embracing me. "I missed you," she said. "You should come get me out more often, okay? For something other than cleaning."

"I will, I promise," I vowed.

"Good," she said, kissing me.

I reached up to caress her cheek when I finally I pulled back from her kiss. "You're lovely, you know that?"

"Isn't that kinda conceited? I'm just you, after all," she said, giggling.

I shrugged. "I mean, sure, I guess. You're my clone. But identical twins are also clones, and they're not considered the same person, are they?" I asked.

She considered that. "Hmm, I don't know. I guess not. But like, they have unique memories and stuff, right? You made me the way I am from your own memories, so we have the exact same background."

I leaned back in and kissed her again. "Yeah, see, the problem is that I don't really care about any of that. I still think you're lovely either way," I said and she grinned at me.

"Fine. I'm lovely, but so are you."

"Okay," I conceded and I lightly tapped my hand on her cute little ass. "Now get back to it and I'll try to wrap up as quick as I can, too, so we can just relax and have some fun together."

"Okay," she said with a triumphant grin. She went back over to pick up the broom where it had fallen onto the ground and resumed her work.

I looked looked back down at the papers on the desk, using my standing position to let me see several of them at once. I was hoping I might see some sort of pattern, but nothing was coming to me. I knew I could always pull up the the digital files and overlay them easily enough, but sometimes it helped me to look at them side by side, too.

I sighed to myself and sat back down, surprised and confused when I felt a strange bulge in the chair, right under my butt.

I jolted back up to my feet and stared down at the perfectly smooth leather seat. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it at all.

"You okay?" Elle-1 asked me, her eyes curious.

"I-uh, yeah, I'm okay. I just thought I felt something, but I don't see anything... I must be imagining things, I guess," I said, and she giggled.

"Ooookay, Ello. If you say so," she said, rolling her eyes playfully and going back to sweeping.

I had felt it, though, just like I had felt that spank on my ass... What was going on?

I ran my hands over the smooth seat of the chair in disbelief. Was I going crazy?

I sat back down, feeling frustrated. I was already having a hard enough time focusing on my work, and now my own senses were betraying me with hallucinations.

Once again, the chair felt completely smooth as I had expected it to before. Maybe I just needed a day off or something.... Perhaps I just hadn't slept enough.

I shifted back into the seat, getting comfortable once more. I looked back at the papers before me, once again trying to detect a pattern. It seemed like over the different data sets, more breaking generally meant my reaction time seemed to slow down, but I couldn't seem to detect a pattern about whether or not there were any specific effects on reaction time with specific locations of breakage. It didn't seem to matter whether I was broken on my legs or my head, my fingers or my chest. I didn't detect any sort of major pattern between the location of the breakage, but it still seemed odd that there wouldn't be one. How could breaking my brain not slow me down more than breaking off my toes? It didn't really make sense to me.

A soft feeling, almost like a vibration from the chair startled me again. It was just a normal office chair (albeit a plush and comfy one) but it didn't have a massager or anything... What was going on?

A gentle, rhythmic tapping sensation started at the top of where the chair connected with my back and slowly made its way down.

"What the fuck is happening?" I thought to myself. I started to scoot forward, to stand up and look at the chair closer, to figure out what was happening, but something stopped my movement.

Startled, I looked down and saw what looked like a leather strap across my lower belly, securing me to the chair like a seatbelt.

"What the-" I started to cry out, but a gentle shushing sound in my ear made me hesitate.

"Shhhhhhhhh," I heard, whispered right in my ear. Warm, familiar....

"What's going on? Seriously, Ello, are you okay? Do you need help?" my clone asked me, her voice full of concern.

"I-"

"Tell her you're fine," whispered the voice in my ear, commanding me with the same timbre as the shushing sound from a moment ago.

"I- uh, I'm okay," I stammered, and she eyed me doubtfully.

"Do you need a breather? Some fresh air?"

Maybe I did.

"No, seriously, I'm okay," I said, my addled brain trying to put together the puzzle pieces of the situation happening right now.

"Alright, but tell me if you need something, okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I will, don't worry. Thanks, Ellen," I said, and she smiled warmly at my use of her nickname. It seemed to be enough to convince her to get back to work, because she turned back away and started sweeping once again. It was a silly nickname, but she liked the idea of playing with the sounds. L-1 turned into Elle-one, which sounded close enough to Ellen that she'd gone with it.

"What-Livia?" I asked in a low, furious whisper, and I was rewarded with a chuckling sound like wooden wind-chimes in my ear.

"Hello, my little slut. How are you?" she asked, her voice low and throaty.

I giggled quietly. "What are you doing, Livia?"

"Well, isn't that obvious? I'm teasing you, Layla," said the voice, and the massaging on my back intensified and once again I started feeling a bump in the chair under my ass.

I moaned, far louder than I meant to, and Elle-1 looked over at me again for a moment with inquisitive eyes before she turned her back again.

"Quiet, dear, or you'll give up the game," I heard her say.

I bit my lip, vowing to try to keep quiet so as not to alert Elle-1. I could see how much fun this could be- and I wasn't in the mood to work, anyway...

But I still needed my lab cleaned, and if I was going to make her help with the work, I needed to at least pretend that I was working, too.

I shifted my hips back a bit and the bulge rubbed against my clitoris, making it hard not to moan again; I bit my lip even harder as I grabbed the papers in front of me.

"Good girl," Livia praised.

"How...?" I asked, trailing off, unable to keep my thoughts straight.

"How did I disguise myself as your office chair?" she asked quietly, and I nodded. Apparently, even as a chair she could see (or feel) the gesture, because she replied as if I'd responded aloud. "That was easy enough. Once I realized that I could shape-shift, I realized that I really had fairly few boundaries on what I could shift into. I tried and realized I was perfectly capable of shifting into inanimate objects. I can't really hold the form for more than an hour or two, though. And I can't hide my body warmth."

"Oh, that was why my chair had felt warm," I thought to myself, the pieces clicking together.

"When did you get here?" I hissed quietly, hoping Elle-1 was too distracted to notice our quiet conversation. If she heard it, she didn't acknowledge it at all. Perhaps she thought I was just talking to myself, as I often did.

"I've been here for a little while now. I saw you were out looking around for me and I decided to come wait for you in your lab. And... I decided to hide so I could have some fun teasing you," she said, her voice and breath tickling my ear.

"How did you know I'd sit in my chair?" I asked.

"I didn't," she admitted. "I only hoped you might. I was disappointed when I saw you go down into your hidden area, but pleased when you came back. I know you usually sit here to work when you're here in your main lab."

"Why did you-" I started to ask, but a small tsking sound in my ear made me stop.

"Shhhh, darling, you're drawing too much attention to us," she said softly, and I glanced up to see she was right; Elle-1 was watching me with intent eyes.

"Ah, uh, sorry, just thinking out loud," I said.

"I mean, I figured out that you were talking to yourself, yeah. Would you rather talk to yourself?" she asked, giggling at her joke.

I smirked. "Hah, thanks, love, but I should be okay. I'm just thinking out loud. I can be quiet if it's disturbing you," I added, and she just shrugged, going back to sweeping up the last portion of the lab.

"I'll answer your questions later, Layla. For now, just be my good little slut," Livia said, and I felt her hands slide along my thighs, down to the edge of my skirt.

I was desperately curious to know what it looked like to have her hands coming out of the form of a chair, but I knew sliding out from under my desk to look would only draw attention and show Elle-1 what was happening, so I resisted the urge to move and look.

I felt her fingers slip under the edge of the skirt and start to slowly pull it up, lightly brushing my inner thigh along the way. When she reached the top of my legs, her hand slid down between them and I bit my lip, hard, to avoid moaning.

"Good girl," she breathed out as she brushed up against my sparse pubic hair. "Oooh, no panties? Naughty, naughty," she said, lightly flicking her finger against my clit and I yelped slightly.

Elle-1's eyes rose once again to meet mine and I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I- I just noticed something I hadn't before. I was excited."

She looked doubtful but didn't question beyond that and instead went back to what she'd been doing on the far side of the lab. At the same time I felt my skirt being pushed further up, all the way over my ass so it was resting up on my hips. It wasn't an especially long skirt, so there wasn't a lot to hold up.

I heard a low growl from behind me. "Your lab coat, Layla, it's in my way. Move it. Without being noticed," she added.

"Do I take it off?" I asked under my breath.

"No, not necessary. Just move it to the side. You're sitting on it right now."

I thought for a moment about how to do that without being noticed and I looked up at Elle-1, carefully observing for an opportunity. When she had her back turned and I was convinced that she would be looking away for a moment, I lifted my hips up from the chair, just enough to shift my coat off to the side of my body, resting it between my outer leg and the arm of the chair.

"Does that work?" I whispered.

"Good girl," she replied, and I smiled, sitting my bare ass back down onto the leather seat.

Without the extra layers of fabric, I felt what I hadn't been able to feel before: the bulge in the chair was Livia's throbbing cock. It was all I could do not to cry out as I felt her pressing against my cunt. As it was, I let out a groan that made Elle-1 look sharply at me.

"Ello?" she asked.

"Ah, I'm fine, sorry, just a cramp," I lied, and she nodded sympathetically.

"I can go get you some meds for it if you want," she offered, and I shook my head.

"No, that's okay. I took something earlier, I'm just waiting for it to kick in," I said, continuing with the fabricated story, hoping to explain why I was making so much noise. "Stupid period," I grumbled, pretending to be really grumpy about it. "Sorry if I make some noises, it's probably mostly just cramps. I'll let you know if something else is up," I added, and she looked reassured.

"Okay, Ello. Please let me know if I can help," she said, seeming genuinely worried about me.

I felt guilty for lying to her, but the feeling was almost immediately drowned out by the overwhelming desire to ride this delicious cock underneath me.

"Good girl," Livia whispered in my ear, her hands lightly massaging my ass cheeks. "Now, Layla. Keep being your mistress's good girl and tell me what you want me to do. If you do, I might just do it for you."

I shivered at the thought, biting down again on my sore lip for a moment to keep from moaning again. "Fuck my cunt, mistress," I said under my breath.

Her hand reached back down between my legs once again, eliciting a loud moan from me. I was glad when Elle-1 didn't look over this time, seeming unconcerned.

Good, the lie had worked. Once again, guilt rose up within me for a moment. And just like before, the feeling was washed away with lust as I heard my mistress's reply.

"I think you mean my cunt, slut. Your cunt is mine," she growled, and she used her hand to push my legs apart.

I moaned again and barely suppressed a whimper as I felt her finger probe along my outer lips, pushing gently in past the dry outer lips.

"Ahh, there it is," she said with a soft chuckle. "My sweet little slut's gooey warm center. I knew you would already be wet for me," she said, and I felt a soft nibble on my neck, along the back side where the shoulder and neck meet. This time, there was no suppressing the whimpering.

"Please, mistress," I said, as quietly as I could. "Please fuck me," I said again.

Her finger spread some of the juice around, coating the swollen outer lips of my needy pussy.

"Is that what you want, Layla? You want your mistress to fuck your tight little cunt? To use your slutty little body to make herself feel good?" she asked, her voice sweet and syrupy in my ear.

"Oh god," I groaned, my voice pained. Elle-1 shot me a quick, sympathetic look.

"Oh hun," she said. "I'm sorry it hurts. No wonder you need help," she added, and that nagging feeling of guilt was back again. "I'm just about finished sweeping," she continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. "So, you want me to start on sorting stuff over here?" she asked, gesturing to the desk I'd asked her to work at earlier.

"Yes. That's... That's exactly what I want," I replied, answering her and my mistress's questions at once.

"Okay!" Elle-1 responded cheerily at the same moment my mistress whispered "Good slut," in my ear, inaudible to anyone but the two of us.

Elle-1 turned away and bent down behind the desk, presumably to start sweeping the sawdust up into a dustpan. In that moment, Livia thrust her cock up into my sopping wet cunt and I cried out as she filled my needy hole.

"Oh mistress," I whimpered, despite myself.

"Whaaa?" Elle-1 asked, peeking her head up. "Sorry, I was bent over behind a desk and I didn't hear you. Did you say something?"

"Oh, no, just- cramps again," I muttered. If it had worked before, hopefully it would keep working.

"Okay," she said and disappeared back behind the desk.

"Good girl," Mistress cooed in my ear. "You're such a good little liar. You must really want this, huh?" she asked before continuing nibbling the skin on my shoulder.

I whimpered and started moving my hips around, desperately grinding my needy body around on her cock. I loved how big she was, the way her cock pushed almost all the way up inside of me. I loved the way she filled me up.

I realized that I was sitting there, slack-jawed and whimpering, so I quickly closed my mouth, trying not to be too suspicious. I was glad Elle-1 was busy finishing up what she was doing; at least, she was too busy to notice what I was getting up to.

I felt my mistress's hands rest on my hips, and again I was extremely curious to know what this must look like but I was unable to see from where I was because it was happening underneath the desk. The hands on my hips started to slide down to the lower side of my ass where they rested, one on either side of me. Without warning, she gently lifted my light frame up with her hands, leveraging me up a few inches on her cock.

I moaned again and she allowed me to fall back down onto my chair, her cock plunging deep into my cunt.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my eyes rolling back into my head.

"Oh, Ello," Elle-1 said, sounding pained by what she perceived as my suffering. She didn't turn around, though, she just kept working on what she was doing.

I knew I wasn't doing a very good job keeping my responses subtle, but my mind was being dissolved as my mistress repeatedly lifted me up and dropped me back down, using gravity to slam her cock into my cunt which was dripping all sorts of juice down onto the base of the chair. I thought for a second how glad it wasn't really my chair and that I wouldn't have to clean it up.

I wondered if Elle-1 was making a conscious effort to ignore me. I hoped so, because I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep myself quiet for much longer.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my mistress must have sensed something about Elle-1 because she stopped lifting me back up, and started instead just grinding her cock around inside of me, a movement that I could feel keenly but was still invisible from above the desk. Just a moment later, Elle-1 turned to me and started walking in my direction, bringing some sort of paper my way.

I made every effort to quiet my whimpers, even as I felt the head of my mistress's cock pressing deep into the walls of my cunt.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my voice smooth, low, casual.

"Oh, I just had a question about this one. It looks like there was a title at the top but something spilled on it so it's smudged."

I sighed. "Ah, I see. Yeah, let me look at it and I'll see if I can figure out where it goes."

She brought it over the rest of the way to me, her walk a cute, excited little trot.... Just like me, she was eager to obey.

I had hoped Livia might make it easy on me and stop moving for a moment, but of course she didn't; she was having far, far too much fun teasing me to even consider stopping. I knew she got a kick out of forcing me to stay quiet while she was fucking me senseless, and she enjoyed seeing just how long I could keep the act up before I dissolved into the mindless slut I really am.

Instead of stopping, Livia picked up the pace when Elle-1 got closer, grinding back and forth, from side to side, pushing into the depths of my body while I tried to focus on the paper being offered to me. I took it from her and looked it over. It took me a second of looking to figure out what it even was, let alone where it belonged, but eventually I figured it out.

"What was around it? Was it right on top of a similar graph? One that was a little sharper peaks, but otherwise nearly identical?"

"Oh, yeah, that was actually one of the questions I had. It looked like almost the same thing."

I nodded. "It is. It's just an IR spec. result for something I was working on a few weeks ago. This one is the original copy I printed, but then I set it down and condensation from an ice bath on the counter messed it up, so I just re-ran the test. I wasn't happy with how fuzzy it looked the first time, anyway," I added, and she nodded.

"Okay, Ello. Do you want me to just recycle it, then?"

I nodded. "Yes, please do- oooooh," I moaned, my mind scattered all over again as my mistress started pushing her cock up inside me, plunging nearly up to my cervix.

"Fuck," I said, starting to pant.

"Do you want a heating pack?" Elle-1 asked, looking concerned.

"I-I'll be okay," I said. "I appreciate your help," I said, smiling in her general direction.

She returned my smile hesitantly before grabbing the paper back.

"How about- if there's nothing else I can do- how about I distract you from the pain?" she asked, leaning across my desk to press her lips against mine.

Her eyes closed and she wrapped one hand around the back of my head in a gentle embrace, while she used her other one to play with my already-perky, swollen nipples. I kissed her back, tasting her lips, sweet against mine.

"I missed you, Ello," she said softly without pulling away. "Are you... are you really sure we have to work right now?" she asked, lightly nibbling on her my bruised lower lip, eliciting a groan that she mistook as one of pleasure (oh the irony). She pulled back away from me as she continued to speak. "I missed you so much, I want to play with you, Ello. We can sort things later when you're feeling better."

I moaned as my mistress started pushing harder into me, driving me wild with lust.

"Oh- I- Uh-" Oh no. I couldn't come up with anything. I started grasping at ideas, trying to find one that might convince her to get back to work, but I couldn't think of anything that seemed like it would convince her. "I can- we should-"

"Shhhhh," she said, coming around the side of the desk to stand beside me.

"No- wait!" I cried out, unable to think of a way to stop her from coming closer, where she would inevitably figure out that something was awry.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking a little hurt. "I just want to take care of you, is that so wrong?" she continued, and the look of pain in her eyes was unbearable.

"I'm sorry, Ellen, I- Oh god!" I cried, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I reached climax on my mistress's massive cock, the guilt and shame, the fear of being found out driving me over the edge.

"I- what- are you okay?" she asked, looking confused and concerned.

"She knows," mistress whispered in my ear. "She knows or she will soon. You naughty girl, cumming right in front of her like that."

"Did you hear something?" Elle-1 asked, looking around. "I thought I heard someone else say something but I couldn't hear what they said."

My normally-razor-sharp mind was in a million pieces and I was unable to pull my thoughts together to form a coherent response as the orgasm wracked my body, a shudder running through me.

"You- Ello, are you...?" suspicion was blooming in her eyes and I realized my mistress was right (as she usually was about me) and my clone was starting to realize it was pleasure, not pain, that was afflicting me. "Ellooooo," she wailed, looking agitated. "Are you masturbating under your desk?!" she asked. "While you have me working!?!"

Not she sounded downright pissed, and that guilt I had felt a few times came back again, full-force.

"Wait, Ellen, it's not what you think," I said, and she gave me a withering look.

"No? Do you mean to tell me you didn't just have an orgasm?"

I frowned and looked down, unable to meet her eyes. "N-no, I'm not saying that," I admitted.

"So... you are using me to do your work that you don't want to do while you masturbate?"

"No!" I cried. "I- it's not that simple. I'm sorry... Look, I did lie to you. I should have told you. Please, give me a chance to explain?"

She crossed her arms across her chest and looked at me expectantly.

"I- okay, Livia, can you help me out here?" I asked, and I scooted the chair back, away from the desk. I stood and turned to watch as the dark leather armchair shifted into my tall, busty mistress, unfolding from her position as my chair to stand before us in dark leather that matched the color of the armchair. She was wearing only a leather corset-dress that barely came a quarter of the way down her thighs, along with matching platform boots (not the tallest ones I'd ever seen, but they boosted up her already-tall stature). Her still-hard cock was barely contained by the skirt of the dress and I felt a sudden urge to get on my knees, let it free and start sucking my mistress off. After all, she hadn't cum yet...

Elle-1 raised an eyebrow at her. "Livia, huh? That one you were talking about earlier?" she asked me sharply, and I nodded.

"Yeah. She's been helping me out," I said sheepishly.

"Helping you out by fucking you?" she asked, a bitter note in her tone.

"No, it- I didn't know she was here," I said, feeling tears form in my eyes.

Livia, seemingly deciding to take pity on me, came over to stand by my side, where she put her hand on my head and started to explain. "I snuck in and dearest Layla here had no idea I was even here. I started teasing her when she sat down at her desk, which was my plan from the start. I didn't realize she'd have you out and about, though. But that just made it more fun. Don't be too mad at her, I told her to keep quiet."

"I'm sorry, Ellen," I said, my voice soft and sincere. "I didn't mean to lie to you. I did plan on working, I just... I got distracted. I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me."

A grin broke out across her face, one that chilled me to my core. It never meant anything good when I smirked like that, so my guard flew up, but it was far too late for that.

"It's okay, Ello. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" I asked, surprised, and she shook her head.

"No, I'm not mad. If anything, I'm glad," she said, her grin broadening.

"Why?" I asked, feeling very wary.

"Because," she said, chuckling. "That means now it's time to switch. It's my turn to try out Layla's furniture while you go clean the desk off," she said, and Livia snickered.

I sighed. "Ooookay, that's only fair," I said, feeling embarrassed as I pushed my skirt back down and made my way over to the other side of the lab to start sorting through papers.

I tried, at least, but I found it next to impossible to focus on anything when I looked back over and saw that Livia had disappeared, turning back into my comfy, plush office chair with a massive cock sticking up from the seat. Ellen stripped her clothes off and climbed into the chair, slowly easing herself down onto that wonderful cock that I loved so much.

I watched jealously as she started bouncing up and down, moaning with unrestrained, unhidden pleasure, her face contorting as she enjoyed her turn on the cock that had just been filling my pussy.

I tried to get back to work three times, and each time another shriek of delight would pull my thoughts back, making me feel sad, lonely, and excluded. I tried to push the feelings away, but it only made focusing on working that much more difficult. I threw up my hands in frustration, trying not to burst into tears. I knew I was being ridiculous but I felt hurt and I couldn't focus on the work in front of me.

"Are you working?" Elle-1 asked, her voice light and teasing in a way that told me she wasn't actually upset.

"I'm trying!" I wailed. "You guys are making it impossible to focus!"

She laughed. "Oh, Ello. Like I said, I've missed you. Get back over here," she said, coaxing me with her finger.

I did as she asked, watching her as she stood, lifting herself up into a standing position.

"Come here," she said, reaching her hand out for me as I approached; I took it and she pulled me into a hug.

"I'm sorry," I said in a whimper.

"I'm not mad. I want to play too, Ello. Just don't make me do work if you won't help, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good. Next time, we can work on sorting that stuff out together. For now... Well. As nice as this chair is, it's a little small for two people to share," she said with a small giggle. "What are our other options?"

I grinned and watched as Livia shifted back into her human form, looking like herself again. "I know a place," she said with a grin.

"Great!" Ellen said with a smile. "Lead the way!"