The Office Slut - Pt. 04

Author's Note: It's been a while, but life takes turns and the time to write was hard to find. Hopefully I'll be able to publish more in the near future. Thanks for anyone reading. Comments are welcome.

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"Lacey," Karen's tone was strangely hostile, "would you join me for lunch?"

Lacey turned to face the office matron. True to form, Karen was dressed in a high collar white blouse, a pearl necklace and maroon sweater. Her black skirt was well below her knees and the rest of her legs covered in black stockings. Her shoes were very sensible thick soled loafers.

Despite her reservations, Lacey put on her brightest smile. "Sure," she said, "anything in particular?" She'd much rather have gone with Jamie, but something in the back of her warned her not to turn down this invitation. She collected her things and followed Karen to the cafeteria.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Jamie, lately," Karen opened the conversation, "I did warn you about her."

"Yes, but I don't think there's anything wrong with Jamie. She's nice."

"Sure," Karen frowned, "she seems nice, but people are starting to talk about you."

"What people, who's talking?"

"I hear all the rumors," Karen interjected, "and trust me, her reputation will rub off on you. You really don't want that."

Lacey nodded and Karen went on with stories about all the office sluts she had known over the years and there had apparently been many. Lacey began to wonder if there were any women, young women, around who were not sluts In Karen's eyes. As Karen rambled on Lacey's mind drifted. What would the matron think if she knew she'd fucked Shamu the first time they met and how she loved it when he rode her and came on her face? Or how much she enjoyed her time with Jamie, getting her ass licked and licking Jamie's ass. And oh those huge round tits. Lacey almost blushed as her day dream went on.

"Yes Ms. Karen," she said at what she felt was an appropriate moment, though she wasn't even sure if there was a question or a statement needing affirmation.

"I'm glad you understand," Karen said without missing a beat, "trust me, staying away from Jamie will be good for not just your reputation but maybe even your career."

Lacey gave Karen a searching look. Was that a threat? She decided to let it pass. What good would a challenge do, anyway? They ended the lunch with pleasant and insignificant smiles.

Later that day Jamie stopped by Lacey's cubicle. "Saw you had a nice lunch with Karen," she smirked.

"Yeah right. Bitch," Lacey smiled.

"Her or me?"

"When you put it that way, both of you."

"Bitch yourself," Jamie laughed, "so how was it, what so important?"

"It was another slut warning."

"Oh my, let me guess. I'm still her evil sluttiness."

"Yeah, you are, sadly. Sadly in her eyes, that is."

"Reason I stopped by was I'm headed out of town this weekend. So no slutty adventures while I'm gone. Or if you do, make sure you keep a good record. I'll want to know all about it."

"Where are you going?"

"Family thing. Mom needs some help and brother is kinda useless."

"So a good daughter thing?"

Jamie sighed, "Yeah, I guess you could call it that. But I do love my mom. Heck, I actually like all my family, even my useless brother."

Lacey smiled. "Hm, maybe I need to get back home at some point too. But I talk to my parents quite a bit and they're doing ok. You know, I like my family too."

"I'll be packing up right after work and catching a late flight. Too bad, was hoping to spend a little time with my BFF."

Lacey leaned back and grinned. "Oh, I've already graduated to BFF? Either I'm that good and sweet or you really are just a slut."

"Takes one to know one," Jamie retorted.

"So you think Ms. Karen might be a slut?" Lacey chuckled, "she seems to know a lot about slut-dom."

"Maybe, maybe. Never thought of it that way. Maybe she can deep throat a foot long."

Lacey nearly laughed out loud, but held her hand to her mouth. "Yeah, I can see her sucking some cock in her high collar blouse."

Jamie looked around. "I better be getting back to my desk, or Ms. Master Slut will have my ass. I have a few things that need to be done before i book outta here."

"Right, off you go," Lacey slapped her friends ass as she turned toward her desk.

"Mmh, do that again," Jamie giggled and wriggled her ass.

Damn, Lacey thought as she unlocked the door to her apartment, not much to do this weekend and without Jamie's helping hand to guide her sexuality and fun, she wasn't sure what to do. She fell into her old routine for lack of anything better to do. She read a book, made herself some tea and relaxed. But when she woke the next day, she wasn't just bored, she was horny, too.

She played with her pussy in the shower, but somehow that wasn't so satisfying even if she had a nice orgasm. Get your mind out of the gutter she directed herself as she got dressed. Some shopping would inspire her, she was sure and headed for the mall. It was a beautiful day, not so hot, but sunny and warm.

Lacey tested a few things and then decided on a white lace bra which she covered with an opaque white blouse with a button-down front. Not see through, but not entirely hidden, either. She decided on a white lace thong with a cute little bow at the front. Stockings or not? She opted to go without. Her legs were smooth and freshly waxed and though she sometimes had reservations about the look of her legs, she thought they looked nice enough to show without cover. Besides, the warm day would be more comfortable without. She decided on a bright yellow skirt, not short, but not too long either, reaching not quite to mid thigh. After several examinations in the mirror, some touches here and there, she was ready to go.

For the mall she had in mind, public transport was the best option and she hopped on the streetcar a block from her house. She found a seat at the front of the car, facing the wrong way. She tucked her skirt into place, pulled out her phone and checked her messages and mails. Not that she expected anything new, she'd checked before leaving, but better to look at the phone than the other passengers. The streetcar wasn't crowded, but most seats were taken and there were always those who opted to stand.

Between emails she glanced around at the passengers. It seemed she'd caught the attention of a few young guys who stood near one of the exit doors. She quickly pretended to look back at her phone, but really just checked herself to make sure she was appropriately seated with nothing untoward showing. She couldn't identify anything that would attract their attention, but still they stole glances in her direction, trying not to get caught.

Are they checking me out? Lacey smiled to herself. She knew she wasn't unattractive, but she'd never considered herself to be extra special. The guys by the door seemed to think otherwise. She pretended to be taking a selfie, but was really watching the men through her camera. Yes, they were certainly checking her out.

Lacey's thoughts drifted to Jamie. What would her slut friend do? Be a slut, of course. She wasn't about to go talk to the guys, but maybe she could give them something to remember her by, something a little more vivid to spark their imagination. She pondered the thought only for a moment. If Jamie were here, she'd surely do it, but she could be her own self too.

Casually, she flicked back some hair, though the gesture was mostly imaginary. But it gave her a reason to shift in her seat and she uncrossed her legs and then recrossed in the other direction, all while watching for a reaction.

She didn't fail. One man nudged one of the others and they both glanced her way. Pretending to be interested in something behind her, Lacey half turned, making sure her skirt was caught by the seat, and it rode up her thigh just as she'd meant it too. She nearly giggled, observing the observer's reaction.

The stop for the mall was announced. Lacey gathered her things and making a pretense of looking for something in her purse, turned her back to the door and bent over while her purse was sitting on the seat. She wished she could look back between her legs, but the tingle in her spine told her they were watching closely. She arranged herself some more and with her back still to the men at the door, undid a button of her blouse, just to enhance the view of her cleavage.

She turned as the train rolled to a stop. She felt a little giddy and smiled inside as she made for the door. The men were apparently staying on the train and she made it a point to get between them. They stepped aside like gentlemen, but the looks she felt at her blouse were anything but gentlemanly.

The door closed behind her and she was left with a smile. I guess I made an impression, she thought and strolled in direction of the mall exit. The bright lights, the hustle and bustle as she stepped into the corridors of commerce made her feel cheerful. As it was a weekend, the mall was busy. It was a five story affair with shops galore selling everything from Accessories to Zen. With no particular target in mind, Lacey went window shopping. As she took the escalator to the second level she looked behind her only to catch a teenager straightening himself.

The little shit is trying to look up my skirt, Lacey grinned internally. I'll give the little perv something to think about. She reached into the front of her skirt and pulled the thong tight into her crotch. She could feel the cloth slipping between the lips of her pussy. Absentmindedly she leaned forward as if looking at a specific place, bending at the waist. As she leaned, she shifted her legs apart as if trying to get better balance.

If he didn't look, or if he didn't see, he was surely blind, but glancing over her shoulder, she could tell by his expression he saw. That realization gave her a little twinge in her pussy. As she reached the top of the escalator, she straightened and decided to just keep on the ride. The next up escalator was just a turn.

Lacey pretended to stumble a little searching for the first moving step. She caught herself with one hand on a step, her skirt riding up to just below her butt. Suddenly she felt, but resisted, the urge to touch herself. Her pussy lips pouted on each side of the thong embedded between her thick labia.

"Oh sorry," the teenager behind her mumbled as he bumped into Lacey's bent backside. His hand reached to touch her thigh to "catch his balance", and her skin tingled. As she straightened and the skirt fell back into place, she blushed silently. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe it's such a turn on.

The young man moved past her. The only other option, now that both of them regained their balance was to stay next to her in awkward silence for the rest of the ride up. He chose to move on ahead and stopped several steps in front of Lacey.

He turned to look up the escalator and toward the next floor. Lacey took the opportunity to spread the collar of her blouse a bit so that some cleavage appeared. She knew he'd turn and as he did, she leaned forward, letting the blouse all away from her body and her impressive tits dangle loosely in the lace bra.

The escalator ride ended, and the teenager caught the next escalator. Lacey waited a moment, contemplating the floor plan and letting the young man drift up and out of view. Though she enjoyed giving the show, she didn't want him to get ideas that there might be more than that.

She smiled openly this time and pressed a hand to the front of her skirt. She wanted badly to just reach under and give her pussy a nice rub, but controlled herself.

She walked toward one of the boutiques, some distance down the halls of consumption. It was one of the brand name lingerie places, though not a top line, tending as it did toward less classy and more seedy garments, something a hooker or stripper might wear.

Lacey marveled at some of the items. Crotchless, open, exposed, seemed to be the theme in most of the aisles. She picked up a bra and panty set. The description of "bra and panty" seemed more a flattery than reality. The thong was a sheer triangle with pretty little flowers that let to two strings designed to frame the pussy, before joining again to go up the ass crack. The bra was little more, two sheer triangles that separated to expose nipples, if desired. Lacey desired.

Dare I? Lacey asked herself. She held on to the provocative lingerie and continued to browse, holding the material close to herself so others couldn't see what she was contemplating. The store was surprisingly busy with couples, and single men and women combing the aisles.

After sorting and browsing more, Lacey came on another outfit labeled Microkini. The tag on the garment was almost larger than the item itself, which seemed only to be a series of straps that were wider in some areas. Fortunately there was a picture included that showed how it was to be worn and more adequately described it as a slingshot bikini.

Oh my god! People wear this in public? Lacey almost blushed, yet the thought of doing just that got her quite excited. Would she ever dare? On a whim she took the Microkini along to the dressing room. She closed the curtain behind her and hung her selections on the hook. Then she examined herself in the mirror. Standing sideways she pulled in her stomach and arched her back. She didn't have Jamie's set, but her chest was more than enough to attract attention. She smoothed the skirt over her butt, yes, there was enough of a bubble there.

When she faced the mirror, she liked what she saw. Despite never thinking of herself as some kind of beauty, she thought she was pretty enough, with a thin, graceful nose, wide brown, nearly black eyes and high cheek bones, but not so high as to seem bony or hard.

Glancing down her front, she noted that her waist accented her hips nicely and she was sure, if she could get the right angle, she'd have a nice round butt, off-set by a small waist.

Her self-examination satisfactorily completed she turned her attention to the garment's she'd selected. She put one hand to her mouth. Really? Am I going to dare, but there was that tingle. Dare to dare. Lacey sat on the small bench in the fitting room and examined herself sitting down. She traced her hands along her body, relishing the sensation and to her own surprise, her fingers pulled up her skirt and her legs dropped open.

I feel so dirty, she thought, and yet it feels so good. She trailed a finger across the cloth of her panties, just very lightly tracing the outline of her pussy. Her reflection in the mirror was unmistakably aroused. She looked at the microkini and imagined walking along some beach as waves lapped at the sand and people watched her ass as it wiggled along the shore.

She took the garment off the hanger and quickly undressed. Once naked, she couldn't help but check herself out more. What she'd seen in clothes was more than confirmed by her nude image in the mirror. Sitting on the small bench once more, she again spread her legs and parted the lips of her pussy. She'd never noticed the deep pink of her cunt quite like she did today. She dipped a finger inside and traced her fingernail along the labia.

Outside the dressing room she could hear people walking and talking, a constant murmur of anonymous voices. The thought of being naked in a place like this made her wet and excited. What if someone opened the curtain and saw her open pussy? She closed her eyes and gave her clit several rubs. Oh gosh, this was so naughty.

Though the signs warned that under garments were only to be tried on with garments in place, she simply couldn't resist and slipped into the slingshot bikini. She nearly laughed. It covered next to nothing or maybe just a little less than that. She pushed the triangles aside and let her nipples pop out, giving each a teasing pull. She closed her eyes as she lifted her tit by the small bud at the end.

Oh yes, her pussy told her, keep up like that. Lacey spread her legs and pulled the lower triangle into her pussy, sliding the material back and forth across her clit. The she turned and looked in the mirror. Yes, her ass we wonderfully defined by the string going up her crack and the slingshot connecting to the string around her neck.

She again slid a finger across the moistening lips of her pussy. She'd have to take this thing, just for the thoughts and sensations it was giving her, even if she'd never wear it.

She put the microkini back on the hanger and turned her attention to the bra and panty set. Naked once more, she turned her back toward the curtain to step into the panties.

As she bent over, she heard a rustle.

"Oh, excuse me," a woman's voice said and Lacey spun. A cute brunette, probably not much older than herself held the curtain aside. Behind her, two men stared directly at Lacey. Or more correctly, stared directly at her naked breasts.

Rather than push the curtain back into place, the woman seemed frozen. Either that, or she wanted a chance to check Lacey out. It seemed like an eternity until she pulled the curtain back into place. Lacey, eyes wide open in shock, stared at the closed curtain before she realized she hadn't even bothered to cover herself. Her nipples, she became aware, were hard as pebbles. She slipped a finger along her labia and noticed she was wetter than just a second ago.

As she regained her composure and tried on the bra, she began wondering about herself and this little experience. Maybe I should've been a stripper? But no, the part she enjoyed was the tension of the experience being somehow illicit and un-programmed. She teased her nipples once more, squeezing them gently. Yes, she was decidedly turned on, and as she put on the panties and looked at her reflection, she could hardly contain herself.

What other trouble can I get into? She smiled at the mirror. This could be a fun day, she decided and rather than taking the items off, she kept them on and just took off the tag, stuffing her own bra and panties into her purse. Lacey closed the bra over her nipples and framed her pussy with the two strings before she dressed again. She gave her clit another little rub and then advanced on the cash register. When she handed the cashier the tag from the panty set, she got a curious look and the cashier examined her briefly.

She knows what I'm wearing. Lacey blushed slightly, and yet she enjoyed that shared knowledge. She looked out into the mall and draped the little paper bag the cashier gave her over her arm. The store label was on the outside, nothing discreet about that. Rather than keeping her underwear in her purse, Lacey added it to the bag the cashier gave her for the microkini.

Back into the mall, Lacey nearly giggled and blushed at the same time. Her heart beat just a little faster as she pranced along the hallway. She wiggled her ass a little more than she might otherwise have done.

A bit further along she spotted a coffee shop with several small tables and chairs extending out into the mall. Perfect for the next part, she thought and idled up to the counter. Of the six tables only one other was occupied by a couple, probably in their 40s. The man faced the coffee shop counter, the woman looked out into the mall.

"Can I help you?" a young guy at the counter asked.

"Give me a second."

Lacey bent at the knees to examine some of the little pastries on display. Then she corrected herself, smiling, she straightened her legs and bent at the waist, knowing full well that her skirt would ride up in back. She couldn't bend low enough to expose anything without being obvious, but she knew anyone behind her could nearly see her ass. She remained in that position for several moments, shifting back and forth as if she were looking at the pastries very closely. Much more closely than anyone normally would, she thought.

Finally she made a selection and ordered an iced coffee. As there was no one else ordering she just waited for her drink and then selected a table facing out into the mall. As she sat, she noticed the man from the couple had been paying attention and watched as she sat.

Pretending not to take note, Lacey sat demurely, closed her legs properly and broke a small bit off her pastry. As she'd be expected to do, she got her phone out and began browsing and reading. She waited what seemed and appropriate amount of time for her concentration to lapse before she moved one leg slightly to the side. It was a small motion, but created a gap between her knees.

The man at the other table noticed, and she saw he shifted just a little bit to the side. Lacey took a deep breath. She was pretty sure he, or anyone else, couldn't see much more than just a bit of exposed thigh. Testing her resolve, she rocked one leg back and forth as if lost in thought. With a few rocks, she slowly widened the gap between her knees, as if she were unaware of what she was doing.

How far apart can I go without looking obvious, she pondered and her heartbeat increased. Slowly she worked her legs apart, studiously looking at her phone. The man shifted, she heard the chair, but she couldn't look up. By now she was sure he had a good look up her thigh. She wished she could see what he was seeing. Of course, he too was trying not to be obvious, but Lacey could sense the tension.

Lacey put down the phone and stretched. This gave her an opportunity to examine her surroundings. People strolled along the shop windows, most paying no attention to the coffee shop or her. The man at the next table engaged in some meaningless conversation with his companion.

Just then a younger man walked up to the counter of the shop. He glanced at the couple and then at Lacey, though they didn't make eye contact. Lacey still had her legs fairly widely separated and when she saw the man coming and looking, she shifted in her seat and picked up her purse. She rummaged through her items, not looking for anything, but she tilted her hips in direction of the man's approach.

He must have seen something he liked, though he too pretended there was nothing to see. Lacey looked down and noticed her skirt had ridden up nearly to her hips with the shift and even she could see her panties - or rather her swollen pussy lips framed by the strings of her panties.

Involuntarily she closed her legs. Oh my god, she thought, what did I just do? She squeezed her thighs together, flexing the muscle to put more pressure on her pussy. She knew the younger man had gotten an eyeful and so it was probably best to leave and leave them all wondering. Lacey gathered her things and rejoined the window shoppers.

But walking along the windows wasn't very exciting and she couldn't constantly be dropping things to pick them up and show herself. She walked into another boutique, this one peddling to an older crowd. Several couples and a few single women combed through the racks and shelves. Lacey joined them and wondered what she could do next. Start where this began, she decided. Picking up some random items she headed for the fitting rooms.

Her heartbeat picked up pace as she saw that these were facing into the store. She couldn't believe herself and how excited she was at the prospect of what she was about to do. Inside the little cabin she hung her random selections on a hook. Even before she started unbuttoning her blouse, she had to give her nipple a tweak and she squeezed her thighs together.

Once her blouse was off, Lacey opened the little triangles of her bra and let her nipples peek out. She pulled the curtain back a little and checked out the store. Several more people had followed her in and so it was just a little busier than a moment ago.

She cringed a bit. Did she really dare? Before she could change her mind she stepped out of her skirt. If the strings of her panties had been between the lips of her pussy it would be pretty moist. Lacey couldn't resist drawing a finger from back to front between her excited lips, feeling just how slick she was.

Drawing the curtain back a bit more she was a bit undecided on how to proceed. What the hell, she thought and quickly shrugged off the bra. Her nipples were hard as rocks as she tugged the curtain just a little more. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that someone was paying attention. Another little tug on the curtain and then she turned.

She grabbed one of the selected garments and turned her back to the curtain. Standing close enough, she bent over as if to untie her shoes and pushed her butt up against the fabric. As she fiddled around, she realized that no more than her thigh would be visible from the store and she couldn't see if anyone was looking.

Holding her breath she turned more to the side and pushed the curtain out just a little more with her butt. Looking out between her spread legs, she could now see into the store and there he was, pretending to browse, but his eyes glued to her luscious figure. And there was another one, equally transfixed.

Oh my god, they can see my pussy. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through her, but she couldn't stop her involuntary action and she squatted down. Her heart beat rapidly. She paused a moment trying to decide her next action. She had enough awareness that topped her excitement to make it look like all that had happened was accidental. She stood back up and rotated back and forth slightly as if examining herself in the mirror while trying to make up her mind.

Lacey stepped a bit forward and once again disappeared behind the dressing room curtain. Her fingers were faster than her thoughts and she rubbed her pussy eagerly with one hand while tweaking her nipples with the other. She sat on the small bench and spread her legs, dipping a finger into her wet pussy.

After a few moments she decided to dress and go back to the curtain. She threw on her clothes without buttoning the blouse and gathered the things she was pretending to buy but then decided she needed to at least to button the top buttons on the blouse before going back into the store. That done, she pushed the curtain aside and purposely turned in the other direction of where she'd seen her voyeur.

"Please just hang those items over there." The voice surprised Lacey and she dropped one of the items. She hadn't seen the sales assistant.

"Yes, right," she stammered and put the clothes on the appointed hook. "Can I leave my things in the dressing room for a second, there are some other things I'd like to try."

"No ma'am, you'll have to get them. I may be needed elsewhere and can't watch them for you."

Thus far Lacey had been standing somewhat sideways to the assistant, but now she was forced to turn, with her blouse still mostly undone. She grabbed her courage and headed back to the dressing room to grab her purse and purchases.

The sales assistant didn't pay her any mind, but Lacey spotted both voyeurs hanging around, hoping for another show.

Deep breath. Should she try something else here? Lacey decided to move on. She buttoned the rest of her blouse as surreptitiously as she could manage and made for the exit, back into the mall. She wandered somewhat aimlessly for a while, debating what else she might do. Her pussy was wet and wanted relief. Just go into some dressing room and masturbate? No, that seemed to easy and not exciting enough.

Damn. Then a light hit her, more daring than anything she would have thought to do. She headed for the restrooms. These were a short way down a hall without any stores along the way, kind of off the beaten path. The entrance to the restrooms was just a big opening with the access to either men's or lady's on either side. No doors, just the walls. She waited a minute to see if anyone would go in or out, pretending she was expecting someone to return.

A man came out of the men's side and a short while later a boy followed. A lady passed by, going in. The halls as empty and Lacey listened for any sounds. Then she peeked around the corner of the men's side. No one was at the urinals. She stepped back into the entry and looked down the hall. Two men were approaching.

Now or never. Lacey darted into the men's room and was glad to see the handicapped stall open. She closed the door and latched it. OMG, omg, oh fuck, she thought and backed against the wall. There was a changing table and of course a toilet, as well as a sink. Lacey edged toward the sink as she heard the two men come in, discussing something she couldn't quite make out.

The sink was large and near the changing table. She sat herself on the edge and placed one foot on the table. She could feel the swelling of her pussy lips and when her finger slid through the crack between, the wetness stuck to her fingers. Quickly she opened her blouse with her free hand and grabbed hold of her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She wanted to nearly explode.

Outside she could hear the splash of the men peeing as they made some benign conversation.

"Fuck that," one of the guys said and laughed.

Yes, Lacey thought, fuck this and slipped two fingers into her wet hole. Her clit throbbed as her fingers worked back and forth quickly. Outside the men were washing their hands, while Lacey's hands were getting wet and sticky.

Yes, yes, she wanted to cry as her hand increased its pace, slipping inside her cunt. She was sure the wet slap, slap, slap of her masturbation must be audible to anyone in the restroom. She didn't care as her breath came faster and faster. She clamped one hand over her mouth as she felt the orgasm rise from deep within her groin.

Fuck yes, Lacey threw her head back She could feel it boil in her cunt and her thighs began to shake and then it hit her hard and she jammed the two fingers deep into her pussy as she could go and nearly lifted herself off the sink. It was blinding and hot and it made her tremble and bite into her hand. Her knees buckled a little before she caught herself and pushed herself back into place, her fingers still deeply embedded in her pulsing hole.

Her other hand found her tit again and squeezed it hard enough to leave red marks. Oh god, fuck, her mind flashed and she bent forward, still shaking and quivering from her orgasm. It took minutes before she could once again see straight and get her legs under her.

It was fast, powerful and delicious. Lacey smiled at her own courage. Someone pulled on the door handle of her stall and her heart jumped once more.

"Sorry," a male voice said and promptly another stall door opened and closed.

Lacey rearranged herself until she looked as she did before she came to the mall, minus the afterglow. She tossed her hair and took a look under the privacy walls. She couldn't see anyone and except for the guy in the stall, she believed the restroom was empty.

Another deep breath and she darted toward the exit. As she rounded the turn, she ran straight into an approaching man. She bounced off and glanced at his smiling face.

"Wrong side," she mumbled and ran off down the hall, her thighs still wet from her orgasm.