by Hart, Poppy
“What is it?” Elaine asked.
“It’s sort of a casserole-style dessert,” Becca said. “Jell-O, strawberries, pretzels, and whipped cream.”
“Well, I definitely like strawberries with cream, so I’ll give it a shot,” Elaine smiled. “Where’d you get all this?”
“There’s an outdoor kitchen a few miles from here. I just picked what looked and smelled good,” Becca explained.
“How much did you spend on all this?” Elaine asked.
Becca blushed.
“Don’t worry, I only want to know so I can order from there myself,” Elaine asked. “It’s been a while since I ate street market food. This is a welcome treat. In Malaysia, this would probably cost about 5 dollars. For all of it. Here?”
Becca’s jaw dropped. “It was almost thirty for everything.”
“Honestly, not bad, considering how much they gave food to you,” Elaine nodded. “Definitely worth it.”
Two hours later, Becca was still on Elaine’s couch, listening to her make calls and intermittently munch on the dessert Becca made.
“Becca, do you want to stick around, and I’ll drive you home?” Elaine asked.
“Yeah, Mommy,” Becca said. “That’d be great. I took the bus here.”
“Becca, can I ask you something?” The woman asked, sitting at her mahogany desk.
“Sure,” Becca replied. She laid her head on the arm of the couch.
“Why don’t you have a car? It seems strange that a mechanic doesn’t have one of her own,” Elaine asked.
Becca looked down in shame. “I have one. But I wrecked it, just before I moved into the apartment.” She’d raced it and then she wrecked it, but Becca was hesitant to tell the whole story.
“What happened?” Elaine asked.
“I messed up,” Becca said. “I was stupid. I bought a charger and I felt like hot shit, you know? One of my friends from work, he invited me to go to this race one night. One thing led to another, and the next thing I know, Frank is pulling me out of the car. It’s sitting in the back lot at the shop, but I don’t know that I’ll ever get around to fixing it.”
“Why not?” Elaine asked after a moment. She’d listened and seemed to reserve judgment which Becca was grateful for.
“I bought it with my parent’s money,” Becca said. “What was left of it, anyway.”
“I think I understand,” Elaine nodded.
“You do?” Becca asked, surprised.
“I do. You feel like you let them down,” Elaine answered.
“Well, yeah.”
“Becca?” Elaine started. “You haven’t let them down. You’re a good person. It was a mistake, that’s all. If they were alive, I’m sure they’d just be glad that you’re okay.”
A knock on the door prevented Becca from replying. Abner stepped in. “Elaine, they’re standing on the furniture.”
“Ah, not good. I’ll be right back, Becca,” Elaine said. She picked her jacket up and pulled it on, then headed out of the office after Abner.
Becca wasn’t sure what was going on out there, not entirely, but hearing her girlfriend raise her voice outside the room put a smile on Becca’s face. She peeked out the blinds and saw that Elaine commanded respect.
When Elaine came back into the room, Becca closed the blinds and smiled at her.
“What’s that look about, baby girl?” Elaine asked.
“Mm, nothing Mommy. I mean, if you count finding you absolutely sexy when you’re working nothing.”
“I don’t. I feel the same way seeing you covered in grease, you know that” Elaine responded. Becca saw the older woman blush and lowered her gaze.
“Well. I think I’ve got some on my elbow still if you want to look at it,” Becca replied.
“Are you coming onto me little one?” Elaine asked.
Becca shrugged slightly, her eyes on the floor. She cast a quick bashful lookup.
Elaine walked over to her, a knowing smile on her face. “I think you are. Is that what you want, Becca, to steal some of my attention from my work?”
“It’s only fair,” Becca said.
Elaine put her fingers to her lips. “If you’re a very good girl and are quiet, then Mommy can take care of you. Can you be a good girl?”
Becca nodded firmly, her skin growing hot. She breathed deep, hanging on Elaine’s every word. “Yes, Mommy.”
Elaine stroked her hands down Becca’s arms, then back up. She softly pressed her against the wall beside the windows and examined the blouse Becca wore. “I don’t know… we’ll have to see, won’t we?” She leaned down and kissed the side of Becca’s throat. Becca tilted her head back, her eyes closing as she let out a soft sigh. Elaine’s hands stroked down Becca’s sides, up her top, and groped her breasts as she kissed upward over Becca’s jaw to softly bite her ear and whisper roughly, “Take off your clothes. Now.”
She stepped back and waited while Becca peeled her sweater and top off. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. A purple pair of lacy panties were next, then her bra. She stood in stockings and her boots and bent down to take care of those.
“You can leave those on, little lady,” Elaine said. “I kind of like it. Go to the desk. Bend over it.”
Becca’s lips pressed together, her heart thundering. She went as directed, Elaine’s hand popping out to strike her bottom as she passed by. Becca squealed in response, her hands crossing over her mouth as she heard herself.
Elaine tutted at her, “Mm, I thought you said you could be quiet, babygirl…” She smacked Becca’s bottom, turning the tan flesh a blush color.
“I can, Mommy! I know I can,” Becca whispered.
“Do we need to stuff that pretty mouth with something to make it easier?” Elaine asked.
Becca moaned in response to the notion and nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Mm, those panties on the floor should work nicely. I guess it gives me an opportunity to ask you why you’re not wearing one of the diapers I gave you,” Elaine spoke softly.
“I didn’t think it would look right under my skirt… or that you’d think it was sexy,” Becca said.
“You’re right. People would’ve been able to tell you had something on under that short skirt you were wearing. But you’re wrong about the other thing,” Elaine said. “I think it’s entirely sexy. These are pretty, don’t get me wrong,” When she told Becca the panties were sexy, she pushed them into Becca’s mouth. “But when we get home, Becca, I’m going to put you back in a diaper. And I’m going to show you just how necessary it is for you to be prepared to make a mess, princess. Because you are my baby girl. Do you understand?”
Becca squirmed, her naked bottom on display for Elaine. The older woman’s fingers traced her curves, tickling her sex as she spoke. Becca nodded, her pussy quivering as she tasted her own arousal on her panties and listened to Elaine’s possessive words.
“Good,” Elaine’s voice crooned. She smacked Becca’s bottom and then spread her cheeks wide, leaned in, and licked Becca from top to bottom. “So wet and sweet for Mommy. This is what you wanted when you walked into my office, isn’t it? You needed me to tease this pretty pussy?”
Becca groaned, her head nodding. She brushed her cheek over the leather desktop.
Elaine used her fingertips to circle Becca’s little bundle of nerves, her tongue flicking across the aching hole between Becca’s legs. “If I had toys, here, Becca... This cute little butt of yours would be stuffed right now.”
Becca whimpered. She’d never put anything except fingers inside her bottom but the thought of Elaine filling her with anything made her ache. The panties fell out of her mouth, “I’ve never done that before…”
“Oh, baby. That’s okay. We’ll do it together,” Elaine promised. She kissed Becca’s sex again, licking slowly and toying with her behind. “How does it feel, little one?”
“Go-o-od, Mommy,” Becca panted.
“Good. Turn over.”
Chapter 2:
Elaine
E laine bit her lip, her breathing coming in slow and deep. She didn’t know what was coming over her – having her little girl strip in her office when Abner or someone could knock at any moment. She watched as Becca complied with her order, pushing up from the desk.
Standing back, she regarded Becca who turned on shaky legs to perch on the edge of the desk, bare-bottomed. Her pussy was shiny from the attention of Elaine’s tongue. Becca’s cheeks were rosy, even on her tan skin. Her fingers curled over the edge of the desk and met Elaine’s eyes.
She was rewarded with a smile back from Elaine.
“Do you want to do something extremely naughty,” Elaine asked her.
“Will I get in trouble?” Becca asked.
“No. But I might if we’re caught,” Elaine replied.
“What is it, Mommy?” Becca wondered.
“I was thinking you could get beneath my desk and be my little secret for the rest of the day,” Elaine proposed. She watched Becca carefully, searching for the slightest hesitation.
Becca thrust her chest forward a little, looked down at her breasts, and sighed. “If Mommy wants to hide me under her desk, I’m okay with that. But she’ll be missing the view,” Becca said.
“On your knees, baby girl,” said Elaine as she pointed at the floor in front of her. “It’s a tradeoff. But I need to come rather badly, and I still have a lot of work to do this afternoon. You’re a distraction and a half – you want me to be able to focus, don’t you?”
Becca moved, knelt where Elaine was pointing and nodded. Her hands stroked Elaine’s knees through the nude thigh highs she wore. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of Elaine’s dress as Elaine gave a nod.
The older woman watched as Becca’s fingers disappeared beneath her dress and gripped the sides of her underwear to tug them down. She was wet, her heart pounding heavily. She committed the moment to memory and reached out to softly caress Becca’s cheek as her girl pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“I love your perfume,” Becca sighed.
“I’m not wearing any today,” Elaine remarked.
“This is your natural scent?” Becca purred. Her nose nuzzled further up, Elaine felt the sweet caress of Becca’s lips against her trimmed pubic area. “I would happily nuzzle right here forever.”
Elaine licked her lips, suppressing a moan as she pressed herself into Becca’s mouth. “Believe me… the thought is tempting.”
Becca giggled and the vibration of that sent through Elaine. Before she could get too carried away, Elaine gripped the back of her head, fingers softly pulling it backward. “Gather up your clothes and get below my desk, princess. We’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Becca said in a soft pout. She followed the instructions, even though she seemed reluctant to move. Elaine went to the couch and grabbed a soft pillow and a throw blanket then brought them to her desk. She tossed each below her desk and waited for Becca to get situated below.
There was a knock on the door. Both women looked at one another and Becca raced below the desk. Elaine sat down in her chair and called out, “Come in.”
“Elaine, can you sign off on this report,” Abner asked. He walked into the room, straight to her desk, and set the clipboard down.
“Of course,” Elaine answered. She barely looked at the page and was just about to sign her name when she felt the grip of Becca’s hands on her knees, spreading them wide. She paused, her eyes still on the page when she spotted an error. “Actually, Abner. This isn’t correct, is it? They were supposed to close two locations on this list last week.” Her teeth pressed into her lip, Becca’s tongue licking the side of her inner knee. Her fingernails dragging Becca’s inner thigh.
“I can call and ask for an updated one, but I’m sure this is accurate,” Abner replied. Elaine looked up at him, he looked like death.
“No, Abner. Go home. You look like hell; I can handle the report from here.”
“There’s still a stack on my desk I need to get through,” Abner protested.
“Go get it, bring it in here. I’ve got it. Go rest. And can you send Caleb in here, on your way home?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Looking around, Abner paused. “Where’d your friend go?”
“I sent her out for a treat since I’ve got some more work to do,” Elaine shrugged with a smile as she lied.
Becca softly bit her inner thigh and made Elaine gasp.
“Are you okay, Elaine?” Abner asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. Get me those reports and go home, young man.”
Giving her one last worrying glance, Abner left her office and Elaine leaned back in her chair, spread her thighs wider, and looked down at Becca who was grinning like a hyper monkey.
“You certainly look like you’re having fun down there,” Elaine purred, stroking a hand down through Becca’s hair. The young woman’s eyes closed, pushing her head toward Elaine’s hand, reminding her of a kitten somewhat. A sweet sexy kitten.
“Do you think you could spread your legs wider?” Becca requested.
“Only if I pull my dress up more, but it’ll be around my hips at that point,” Elaine said thoughtfully.
“I’m naked, Mommy. They can’t see you under here.”
“Very well, baby girl,” Elaine allowed. She adjusted, working the dress higher up. Immediately Becca’s hands wrapped around her waist, drawing her and the chair in closer. Warm breath caressed Elaine’s pussy and made her ache. She felt herself grow wet, just as the silky press of Becca’s tongue passed through her labia. She moaned softly, her hands pressing to the top of the desk. “Oh, baby girl. You’re very good at being naughty.”
“Better than I am at being good?” Becca wondered.
“It’s an even split, but you’re always sweet, even when you’re naughty. Do that again, little girl. Don’t stop doing it,” Elaine beckoned. The sound of Becca’s sweet giggle had Elaine’s fingers caressing her hair beneath the desk.
Abner came back without knocking, the reports in hand, and set them down in front of her. “There was less than I thought, ma’am, but if you have any questions…”
“If I have any questions, I’ll call and deal with them directly. You don’t have to be the go-between today, Abs. Go home. Rest. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“But-!” Abner protested, clearly about to complain about Friday and covering for her over vacation.
“No. The office will be closed this weekend and I can handle tomorrow alone. I mean it. Go,” Elaine ordered sternly.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you. See you Monday.”
Elaine inclined her head. She looked down at the reports, pretending to look them over as Abner left. She waited to hear the door click behind him before she let out a deep moan, as Becca’s fingers had worked their way into her pussy, slowly pushing in and out gently as she and Abner had argued.
“You are so good at that, baby girl,” Elaine moaned. She lifted her head, resting her head on the back of her chair. Becca continued, her nails softly raking up and down Elaine’s thighs. Her response was to let a soft moan vibrate into Elaine’s pussy, making the older woman tremble.
Elaine sunk forward, lifting a thigh. Becca put it over her shoulder and moved in further. Her fingers teased Elaine’s pussy and her ass, her tongue licking slowly as Elaine got back to work, softly praising her little one as she approved and put reports to the side for correction.
She almost didn’t hear the knock and by the time she did, it was too late to adjust beneath the desk. Caleb came in without waiting for approval and plopped himself down in front of Elaine, his jaw sticking out. “Abner said you wanted a word.”
“I did,” Elaine said, half startled. She drew in a breath and reached for a drawer, opened it, and pulled out a folder. “Before you get stressed about what I’m about to say, let me be clear. What happens outside this office doesn’t concern me. I understand what it’s like to be at odds with yourself, Caleb.”
Caleb’s eyes widened. “What�
�s this about?”
“Someone sent this photo to me. I know it wasn’t you, you’re young and dumb and all that bullshit, but you’re not the kind of person to send something like this to your boss, I know that.”
Elaine pushed the folder toward the young man. He opened the folder and Elaine saw his face go white as a sheet.
“So, because someone sent you this, I’m fired?” He asked. His jaw was ticking.
“As I said, I don’t care what happens outside of this office. You are who you are, and no one’s perfect – but… if you don’t mind me saying so – Caleb, that is one fabulous dress you’re wearing in that photo.”
“Thanks. The beading took me forever,” Caleb answered. “You really don’t care?”
“Of course not. I know the man in charge of this office before the merger was a bigot – that’s why he’s gone now. I didn’t call you in here just to show you the photo someone took of you in drag, Caleb. I wanted to offer my help. Is this the only harassment you’ve had, or is this a symptom of something else?” Elaine asked.
“Someone keyed my car,” he admitted.
Elaine hissed; Becca’s mouth moved from where it belonged – a rush of cold air hit her pussy. Elaine played it off. “That’s a damn shame, Caleb. My girlfriend runs an auto shop. They might be able to take care of that for you. They’re full service, but they also do something called ‘dip’ paint.”
“I’ve heard of that,” Caleb answered.
“Well, the incidents could be unrelated, but I want you to document everything that happens from this point forward. If you feel unsafe, you should also contact the police. You’re a good kid. A good employee, I mean,” Elaine said.
“Thanks, Ms. Wuornos.”