Shy...

by Unknown

  “Lena, you’ve always been my dream girl.” Dalton gazed at her lovingly.

  “You kids better behave.” Carrie sat up, wiping herself with a towel. “We have another three days before Porker gets back from Texas.”

  “Cool, Dally can crash here till then.” Lena clapped her hands.

  “That’s the idea.” Her step-mother nodded. “Let’s celebrate with some champagne, before we have him for seconds.”

  “I love this idea.” The computer wizard grinned at his two lovers.

  “And after that, I’m going to take you two out for a Steak dinner.” Carried reached for the champagne bottle in the mini-bar. “We’ve got to keep our strength up if we are going to have a three day fuck fest.”

  The End

  Saucy Sharing

  How All Days Should Start...

  Ansley Smith took out her time card and stared at the machine. It was a big, grey box hanging on the wall by extra heavy bolts. She knew when she slid the card into the slot that it would give one, awful clang. It was a metal on metal sound that made her teeth hurt.

  She worked in an office, but the owner was old and did not like to change. His family ran the company for him, but all the children, nephews, nieces, and now grandchildren let him have his way so that one day they could have his money. This stupid, arcane punchcard machine was a symbol of everything she hated about how this office was run.

  Ansley sighed and whispered to herself. “It is just a machine. Not a symbol.”

  She slid her card into the slot and listen to the metal clank. It seemed louder today than usual and her teeth hurt more. Maybe it was dying along with the old man. She dropped her card in the rack that was probably older than her too and kept walking.

  Ansley was young, blond and fresh out of college. She tried to remind herself again as she sat at her cubicle that this was just a starter job and she didn’t have to stay here forever. She would just punch up her resume the way she was punching up her card every morning and she would get a better job with less nonsense. Or probably a different job with different problems and different nonsense.

  She muttered to herself. “That will do for now.”

  Ansley continued to enter data into three forms on three different programs even though she was certain there was one program that did all of this by now, but Granddaddy was probably still pissed they had bought the computers, so the family wasn’t going to spring upgrades on him.

  Ansley shook her head and kept looking at the clock on the bottom corner of her computer waiting for lunch.

  Suzie spoke behind her and Ansley hit her knee on the underside of her desk in surprise. “Ansley?”

  “Oh, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

  Suzie laughed. “I don’t know how else to get your attention from a cubicle.”

  “Okay. What’s up?”

  “Lunch.”

  Ansley looked at her clock on her computer. “We still have like fifteen minutes.”

  “How long have you been here?” Suzie asked. Suzie was shorter than Ansley, but had even more boob and more ass. It made her look compact and sexy in a way that was not lost on Ansley. Suzie continued. “Office time goes by the clock outside the executive office, not the computers. We are already burning our lunch hour.”

  Ansley rolled her eyes. “The computers are all synced. Computer time is the same throughout the office. Why won’t they realize that and change?”

  Suzie shrugged. “Change? What is that? I never heard of that around here.”

  Ansley stuck out her tongue. “Office time is seven minutes behind the computers though. Right?”

  “The clock is slower today.”

  Ansley sighed and stood up. “Of course, it is. Let’s go.”

  They made their way to the break room and took their lunches out of the refrigerator. Two signs on the door declared Clean up your own messes. Your mom doesn’t work here and the other said, All containers left in the refrigerator will be thrown away on Friday afternoon … Early! More labels inside marked each worker’s lunch and included declarations and threats about not touching them.

  Ansley and Suzie sat down to eat. Suzie started talking about a guy she had met at the bar the previous night.

  “Did you take him home?” Ansley covered her mouth with one hand as she chewed a bite of sandwich.

  “His ears were so terribly big, I think he could have flown me home. It would have been like screwing a bat.”

  Ansley laughed until she choked. She swallowed hard and said, “That guy we took back to your place from the club had big ears. Remember the one in the green leather pants?”

  Suzie looked behind her at the empty break room to be sure they were alone. Most of the office ran across the street to one of the cafes for lunch just to get away, but people still filtered in and out. “Watch it, Ansley. One of the family might be listening.”

  They laughed again as three woman walked through and retrieved their lunch containers from the refrigerator. One tried to use the microwave, but it was broken. The trio left to eat outside.

  “You know what they say about big ears,” Ansley said.

  “More frequent flyer miles?”

  They laughed again.

  Helen walked in and pulled out a salad from the refrigerator. She sat down with Ansley and Suzie. As Helen poured blue cheese dressing over her lettuce, Suzie and Ansley exchanged a look.

  Helen said, “Oh, what a day. I am so far behind. The work never stops.”

  Ansley stared down at her food and stirred it with her fork. “Yeah, some days are like that.”

  “It’s great to have a job though,” Suzie said.

  Ansley glanced up at Suzie. She was laying it on a bit thick. Helen was one of the company family granddaughters, but still. Suzie was staring at her food too though. She was as nervous as Ansley was eating around Helen. Helen would be an okay friend, if she wasn’t one of the family. She was part of the family that owned the punchcard box even if she was their age. She was dainty with small breasts and skinny without much butt to speak of in her clothes that were too expensive for the job she had, but if she could learn to cut loose a little, she might be okay. But that did not change the fact that she was one of them. They could not relax around her.

  Ansley felt like she couldn’t relax anywhere in this place. Something had to change whether granddaddy liked it or not.

  “That’s true,” Helen said.

  “How is that new fiancee you were telling us about?” Suzie asked before taking another bite.

  Ansley’s mouth dropped open. What the hell are you doing, Ansley thought.

  Helen was still preparing her salad with a bag of fancy croutons. Ansley was wondered if she was ever going to stop preparing and actually eat it.

  Helen said, “Not so new anymore. We have been dating six months. I think he may be the one.”

  Ansley swallowed and said. “Oh, that’s nice to hear.” Ansley couldn’t help herself. She could be happy for Helen and still hope the danty girl got her card punched and loosened up a little.

  “Do you have a picture?” Suzie asked.

  Helen smiled a tight, little smile and took out her phone. She still didn’t take a bite of her salad yet. Always preparing. Helen scrolled through her pictures. Finally she held out the phone at Suzie.

  Suzie swallowed. “Oh, nice. He looks chiseled out of a block.”

  Helen covered her mouth and laughed. She moved the phone for Ansley to see and said, “That’s my Max.”

  Max had a broad smile and a perfect set of teeth. His black hair was styled into perfect curls like the waves of the ocean. He had a chin that could cut glass along the jaw line. Ansley realized she was staring and cut her eyes back at Helen.

  Helen wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were big and round. She was waiting for approval.

  “Nice,” Ansley said.

  Helen lowered her phone. “He says I’m his angel.”

  When Helen looked away, and Ansley met Suzie’s eyes. Suzie
shrugged and rolled her eyes. Ansley bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from laughing.

  Suzie said, “I bet you come to work tired some mornings after a night out with him.”

  Helen paused from endlessly stirring her salad. “What do you mean?”

  Suzie and Ansley exchanged another look. Suzie’s eyes were the ones that were wide now.

  Suzie swallowed and cleared her throat. “Ugh … no offense. I was just playing.”

  “That’s okay,” Helen said. “I just don’t get it.”

  Suzie looked to Ansley for help, but Ansley shrugged. As far as Ansley was concerned, Suzie had dug this hole for herself and Ansley was curious to see how her friend dug her way out.

  “I’m just saying.” Suzie rolled her head around her shoulders and scratched at her neck. “He seems like quite the hunk. He must leave you breathless after a night … of, ugh, passion. You know what I mean?”

  “Oh,” Helen said. She flushed and fanned herself with one hand as she mixed her salad faster. Just take a bite already, Ansley thought. Helen finally continued. “Oh, ugh, yeah … I mean, no. We are both …”

  “Both what?” Ansley was curious now.

  Helen leaned forward and whispered at the table. “We’re virgins. We’re saving ourselves for the perfect time. Not that we are getting married … I mean not that we are not getting married either. I just mean both of us have committed to wait and not rush. If we do, we’ll be each other’s firsts. We just want to be sure it is the right time … for both of us, I mean.”

  Ansley and Suzie stared at each other frozen. Helen went back to mixing her salad. The salad wasn’t the only thing that Helen couldn’t bring herself to take a bite of, Ansley thought. She couldn’t believe Max wasn’t getting his card punched in someone else’s box. If he wasn’t, he could be.

  Suzie spoke it out loud. “Max is going for this plan, is he?”

  “He loves me. He’s willing to wait.”

  “Well.” Suzie took another bite and spoke with her mouth full. “I’m happy for you.”

  Helen smiled down at the table. “Thank you. I want to do something nice for him, but I don’t know what.”

  “I know what he would like,” Ansley said. She knew she was poking at the company family by teasing Helen, but thinking of this skinny, little, rich girl with a man like Max and doing nothing with him? It burned a little down in her gut and other places too.

  Helen muttered. “Stop it. I just mean something fun, but not that fun. Not yet.”

  “I think we might be able to think of something,” Suzie said.

  “We can?” Ansley asked.

  “We do lots of things together that are fun,” Suzie said.

  Ansley licked her lips. “Yes, we do. Maybe we can think of something.”

  Helen said, “That would be great. I’m open to anything.”

  “Almost anything,” Suzie said.

  “Yes.” Helen sighed. “Almost.”

  Suzie looked up at the clock and wiped her mouth. “Time is almost up.”

  Ansley stood and cleaned up her space. Helen was still seated and still stirring. Helen had not taken a bite yet. Max’s balls must be purple by now, Ansley thought.

  Helen said, “I’ll finish up before I go back to my desk.”

  Suzie and Ansley left.

  “She can eat as long as she wants, I suppose.” Suzie said.

  “Yeah, of course she can.”

  Ansley returned to her desk and started entering data again.

  A message box popped up on her screen. She wasn’t aware she even had her e-mail open. It was through the internal messaging system and it was from Suzie. Ansley felt cold inside. She wasn’t sure that many of the family members could actually access the backend of the computers nor knew how they worked, but all the messages were recorded, so unlike the conversation in the break room, these words could be pulled up and used as evidence.

  Ansley clicked on the message thinking this might be the one that finally got her kicked out of this office. She hated herself a little for being afraid of losing a job she hated. She supposed all jobs were like that to some extent.

  The message popped up: Ansley, I have a project idea. I’d like to discuss the details with you in the conference room.

  Ansley rolled her eyes and headed to the bathroom on the second floor with the storage rooms. She walked between the old file boxes and pushed into the bathroom. Suzie was already inside and smoking.

  Ansley laughed out loud and it echoed off the tile. “Did you at least check the stalls?”

  “Yeah, Ansley, the old man is taking a crap in the last one, but the others are clear. No one ever comes up here. There usually isn’t even paper up here.”

  “Yeah, so, we are in the conference room. What is the project?”

  “Max,” she said. “I want to get him laid.”

  “You really want to help Helen punch her V card? Her box has to be as old and dusty as the time card box at the front of the office.”

  “I want to punch Max’s card,” Suzie said, “while Helen watches.”

  “Oh, that will go over well,” Ansley said. “He has normal human sized ears. He won’t be able to flap us home.”

  “I want to see if he really is saving himself like she thinks.”

  “If he refuses to do us, that means he was faithful and we get fired for your little game?” Ansley asked.

  “I’m tired of her long lunches and her tight little smile,” Suzie said.

  Ansley nodded. “It would be nice to show her what she is missing. It would be like fucking over the whole family. Someone needs to eat that salad finally.”

  “What did you just say you want to do to him? Toss his salad?”

  “Nothing.” Ansley shook her head. “Where do we do it? Like a hotel party?”

  “How about up here?”

  “In the office?” Ansley turned away. “You trying to get us put in jail?”

  “No, we clear one of the rooms. Tell them it is a surprise party. I’ll get his number from her phone and we’ll set it up. Each of them will think it is for the other. We’ll act like we are inviting other people, but surprise … just us.”

  “You want to do him in our cubicles?” Ansley tilted her head at Suzie.

  Suzie snubbed out her cigarette on the counter and dropped the butt onto the floor with the others. “Up here. In one of the rooms.”

  “In the storage rooms?” Ansley pointed back to the door of the bathroom.

  “We’ll uncover one of the couches and no one will catch us.”

  “Until we walk back downstairs and Helen tells her mommy and grandpa,” Ansley said.

  “She won’t dare tell anyone. That’s my bet anyway. Even if she does, this job is worth losing.”

  Ansley stared at the cigarette butts in the floor and before she knew it, she was nodding her head.

  ***

  After Ansley led him into the room, Max sat down on the sofa and looked around the space. He wore blue slacks, brown loafers, and had a deep tan. His hair looked wet from all the product holding the curls in wavy place. He looked good, but seeing him in person dressed in his conservative clothes made her believe he actually was a virgin.

  Ansley started to have doubts about the plan.

  “Where is Helen?” he asked.

  “Suzie is bringing her up.”

  “Where is everyone else?”

  Ansley swallowed and then said, “That is part of the surprise.”

  “You guys didn’t do much decorating.”

  Ansley put her hands on her hips and heaved out her chest as she stood over him. “I’m part of the decorations, Max.”

  He looked up at her. Ansley could tell he was having trouble keeping his eyes off her tits. This was going to be easier than she thought. Ansley pulled her skirt up past her knees.

  “What are you doing?” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence.

  “Helen has a surprise for you. And Suzie and I are part of it.”

/>   “What does that mean?”

  Ansley showed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stroked her shaved pussy and let her finger part her wet lips as she furrowed herself with her fingertips. “She thinks you have been so good for so long that she wants your first time to be special.”