In the space of a minute or two I watched Linda put things back in their place. She threw the used cum container in the trash can along with the wad of rolled up socks. She poked me a painful shot in the arm and whispered visciously, "Get down off of there!
And get yourself cleaned up. I'm going to open that door in another minute!". I thought, "Jesus! That was a really hard punch for a woman!". Holding my bruised shoulder, I climbed down and started getting back into my pants as Linda turned her attention back to Daphne.
Reaching around in back to the leash, Linda yanked her to a standing position. Then, reaching around with both hands, she pulled and yanked at the panties, trying to reform them around
Daphne's butt, but they didn't have enough elastic left in them even for her huge mounds, so Linda just ripped them off at the seams, hitched up her jeans and buttoned them snug. For some reason I couldn't understand, Linda balled up the greasy, stained panties and stuck them in her pocket where the socks had been.
"Yuck! What could she want with those things?", I wondered, seeing that they made twice as big a ball as the socks had.
Still reaching around in back, she undid the wrist cuffs. Numb, yet painful from fifteen minutes of being bent into that unnatural position, Daphne's arms flopped down at her sides, limp and useless. Linda unrolled the blouse and tried to smooth it down over Daphne's cum-dripping boobs, but it was so wrinkled that it wouldn't quite make it. It looked a royal wrinkled mess and she could only stretch it down to the middle of her stomach, her cute belly button showing out above her pants.
Linda let it go at that. No time. Next, she whipped a spike-comb from her back pocket and hastily drew it through Daphne's matted hair. She screamed out in pain as the four-inch spikes scraped her skull and ripped through the sweaty knots in her hair, but her mouth was so painful from being stretched by Linda's fist and the gag, her throat still filled with sticky cum and phlegm, that it came out only as a soft coughing gurgle. After raking Daphne's hair in to a vaguely presentable do, she grabbed some paper towels from Jeff's desk. Dunking them in some cold stale coffee in
Jeff's cup, she toweled the cum off Daphne's face, rubbing hard and fast, and threw the towels in the can.
Linda pulled the door open and, with one chunky arm around her shoulder, led the weak, trembling girl quickly out of the room.
Shielding Daphne from the others with her bulky body, Linda half-dragged her rapidly toward the restroom, which was in the back. I could see through the doorway as she shoved her in and I thought I faintly heard, "Now get cleaned up good. And hurry. And no word of this to anyone. Besides, you KNOW you loved it, you pretty little bitch, and you know you'll want more later.".
With that, the bathroom door shut, Linda went back to her reports,
I went back to my repair and things went on as if nothing had happened. None of the others even suspected what had gone on in that room right under their noses!
I worked steadily on, still kind of hot and sweaty, keeping one eye on the bathroom door (it was unisex and I had to go real bad).
Finally, after about five agonizing minutes, Daphne came out. As
I rushed for the john I could see that she had, by some miracle, made her self over into something pretty close to normal. Her hair was still a little damp, but drying fast back into those cute little brunette ringlets. And her face was washed clean, though still somewhat red and raw from the paper towels.
The look on her face, however, was another story. Although not crying, her head kind of moped down and from the vacant depths of staring eyes she looked at me accusingly with a mixture of hatred and shame. I felt low, lower than a snake in the grass at that point. Even the sight of that big, bobbling back end failed to arouse me as she shuffled slowly into the other room. Truly ashamed of what I had done, I flopped into the john.
Feeling greatly relieved after my piss, I went back to work. This was going to be a long one. Machines had broken down all over the place. I knew it was going to take me at least a couple of hours to fix them. And, what with the big boss coming in, Margaret kept popping in on me, asking me if I was finished yet. Her dark green wraparound skirt flounced wildly on her sleek swiveling hips and small, taut ass-muscles every time she ran in there. And I could tell from her erect button nipples poking out from her light green blouse that she was getting excited about the upcoming visit.
A little peeved at her constant interruptions, I told her somewhat curtly that I'd have a lot better chance of getting done in time if she'd leave me alone. A blush formed on her high-riding cheeks that matched her red hair and she immediately began apologizing, saying that she was nervous about Gene coming. I told her that I understood and that I would work extra hard to get it all done for her. I stared at her muscular, tan calves as she walked out and thought, "Hmmmm. She ain't that badly shaped after all; kinda skinny still, but muscular like those iron pumping ladies I saw on
TV, only not as grossly bulked up. And where did that tan come from. It looks pretty hot on a redhead. I wonder if it goes all the way up?". It was like seeing her for the first time.
Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I went back to work again, but soon found myself talking to Jeff. I said, "Hey man. What the hell. Does this thing happen all the time around here or what?
And why weren't you doing anything through all that stuff?".
He shrugged a little laugh off his shoulders and answered, "No, it don't happen all the time. I only seen it twice before. Only I never seen it this hot before. Linda was like some kinda animal.
I ain't messin' around with her though. No way. I'm afraid of her. And I wouldn't know what to do anyway. Poor Daphne, though.
I never seen or heard of some of that shit. Linda forced her to get off but I don't think she really liked it. I gotta confess, the most I've ever done is bring off this girl at school once with my hand. I'd rather just concentrate on my work.".
"OK", I thought, "but someday your gonna find out what it's all about and then work won't mean a thing.". I resumed my efforts to get the machines running right again.
I looked up and saw that it was about one o'clock. I had spent the last two hours concentrating hard and had just about finished up, everything back in working order. Apparently Daphne had had no trouble concealing her morning episode from her co-workers and
Margaret hadn't been back to bother me either. I packed up my tools, pretty satisfied with myself, and prepared to get the hell out of there.
I strolled out in to the main office preparing to leave. Past
Linda, who didn't even acknowledge my presence; and past Diane, standing there innocently. Just at the moment I walked by she bent over to pick something up. As most women do when they think no one is looking, she bent straight at the waist, not bending her knees at all; legs locked straight up and down. The tight, white cotton shift rode up, higher and higher. She wore no nylons and, for that second or two, I had an unobstructed view up and down almost the whole length of her soft, young, cream-colored thighs.
Her bending pushed her smooth, round, little behind high in the air toward me, the widening split between her butts stretching the cotton to the breaking point. I was beginning to sweat a little when I saw Linda sneak a leering grin at the young flesh displayed in front of her. My eyes locked hers in a stare that told her in no uncertain terms, "I know what's on your mind. You lay a hand on her and you'll answer to me. Over my dead body Linda, over my dead body.". She gave me a shrug that said, "We'll see" and went back to work.
Shuddering at the thought, I walked into the main office. Daphne sat at a desk facing away from me. She sat in a typical office chair; you know, the kind with a small backrest high up on a two inch diameter stalk set in the seat. The thick shiny stainless steel pole had worked its way into Daphne's jeans as she sat.