“Now, I was saying. I need him hard. You ever get a guy hard, Cara? I don’t mean the way you’re strutting around in this little white blouse that we can juuuuust barely see your bra through, or that little khaki skirt that’s just short enough to make guys strain their eyes a bit every time you lean. I know you get off on being a tease. But have you ever actually got down on your knees and actually done the work yourself?”
Cara gaped. She’d always assumed Ashley was a promiscuous girl, but she’d never been spoken to like this in her life. “I do NOT tease…! I just try to look nice, and it’s absolutely none of your business what I’ve done in my romantic life.”
“Oh God, you can’t even say the words ‘sex life,’ can you. Fuck, what’d they do to you in Catholic school, Cara?”
“It was a Lutheran school,” Cara corrected, clearly placing much value on the distinction.
“What the fuck ever. Today, you’re going to get those little knee socks dirty, OK? Get down on your knees and blow my friend.”
“What?! You’re crazy!” DJ was still holding her sleeve, but Cara still managed to lean as far away from Ashley as she could manage without pulling away from his loose grip.
“Deej, you wanna gimme a hand here?”
He nodded. “Cara, I need you to do me a solid and comply with everything Ashley tells you to do, OK?”
“But… but… she’s…”
“Wah wah wah,” Ashley mocked. “Quit being such a baby and get on your knees.”
Cara gave him a pleading look. “Do I really have to?” He just nodded.
With a little whimper of defeat, she watched Cara Spicer fall to her knees in front of her. The sight was better than any sex she’d ever had. The pouting girl looked up between Ashley and DJ, waiting.
“Now you can’t suck his dick with his pants on, can you? C’mon, get those off of him.”
“But… but…” She lifted her hands, but only partway, and fidgeted nervously.
Ashley crouched down beside her. “I’m tired of all this foot-dragging, Cara. From now on, every time you hesitate or say no, you’re going to lose an article of clothing. I’ll be nice and let you pick which one goes first.”
“Please, no!” begged Cara.
“Wow, don’t even have the first one off and you’ve already racked up a second.”
She looked up to DJ. “You can’t let her do this to me! Everyone will… see me!”
“That’s three… Better make up your mind soon or we’re just gonna strip you all the way right off.”
“F-fine!” stammered Cara. “Take my sh-shoes, and a s-sock!” She shivered.
“What? Strip poker rules… oh what am I saying, like you ever played strip poker. Or any poker, I bet. Anyway, socks and shoes each count as one thing, so you think of the third while you take those off.”
Cara took her time removing them, but Ashley was glad for the delay as it seemed to forestall the impending panic attack. She painstakingly undid the buckles on her Mary Janes, then the socks followed. Ashley just drummed her fingers while she waited.
“All right, so what’s next?”
“D-does my hair band count?”
“Nope.”
“Contacts?”
Ashley sighed, bored. “And she shoots for four…”
“Please! I’ll do my… underwear.” She flushed to say the word aloud.
“Good girl, Cara. DJ, you want the honors?”
He had a neutral expression on his face; Ashley couldn’t understand why. Say what you want about Cara Spicer’s black hole of a personality, the bitch was plenty hot. “Sure, don’t mind if I do,” he said after a brief pause.
Cara bit her lip nervously, but it was immediately clear she was more at ease being directed by DJ than by her old co-worker. With Ashley, she’d looked shamed to her core; with DJ, she had the kind of patiently awkward expression Ashley suspected most women had during a pelvic exam. He knelt in front of her, caressing those coltish legs on the way up, and a moment later, his hands came back down with a pair of tame beige panties.
Ashley took them from his hand, crumpled them up and threw them as far as they would go. They landed right on the book a woman was reading at a nearby table; she brushed them aside with a grimace and kept reading. “Now let’s reverse you to back to where we want you, eh?” She offered DJ a hand to help him up while Cara sunk back to her knees. “Now, I believe I told you before to take his pants off.”
Cara only paused a moment before she complied, and a moment later, his pants and boxers were down around his ankles. This was the first time Ashley had seen him flaccid, and she was a little surprised that it was so, having just had his hands up this choir-girl priss’s skirt, to say nothing of having her own spectacular knockers on display. Ungrateful man.
“Now take it in your mouth.”
“Take what in my mouth?” Cara asked lamely.
“What the fuck do you think, dumb-ass. Ya know, nevermind, that’s another one.”
Cara whimpered as Ashley knelt down behind her again and untucked her blouse from her skirt. One by one she undid the buttons, slowly revealing the little pink bow between the two stark white cups of the girl’s bra.
Cara didn’t move her arms when Ashley went to pull the shirt off. “Go ahead, drag your feet. I can take the bra too.” In an instant, the girl relaxed and let her blouse come off. Two perky little breasts sat proudly in the otherwise plain white bra.
The buxom redhead peeked at the tag hanging out from the strap in the back. “C? Wow, Cara, figured you for a B girl. Sure C’s aren’t too flashy? Wouldn’t want the boys getting ideas, would ya.”
“It’s just the way God made me,” Cara said in a small voice.
“Well, now I’m making you suck this guy’s dick, so quit stalling and get to it.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry, it’s real easy. I’ll help.” Ashley gripped Cara by the hair—holy fuck her hair is soft; but of course it fucking is and pushed her face first into DJ’s crotch. She didn’t even open her mouth, just letting his soft penis get mushed against her lips. Ashley gripped her cheeks with the other hand, and the gentle pressure prompted Cara to open up. In went the cock.
“There ya go, Cara, you’re going to be a natural at this. From back-stabber to cock-sucker, just like that.” When Cara didn’t initiate anything, Ashley used her grip on the girl’s feathery-soft hair to begin pulling her up and down, a few inches at a pull.
DJ gasped in discomfort as her teeth grazed him. “Ow, shit! Careful, Ashley!”
Oops, she hadn’t meant to hurt him; doing so deliberately would be insane, and accidentally was just rude. “Sorry, babe. Now Cara, that’s rule #1, is keep your teeth out of it. Lips and tongue, sweetie, lips and tongue. Should’ve been obvious, even to a prude like you. And to make it up to DJ…”
She undid the clasp on Cara’s bra; the girl squealed in alarm at the notion of all these strangers who must surely be staring at her mostly-naked blowjob of a total stranger in the middle of the fiction section. In actuality, hardly anyone was looking and no one was rude enough to stare at DJ and his conquests, but it sure didn’t feel that way. Then the bra was off, and Ashley threw it off into the library.
“Play with her tits, Ashley,” DJ commanded.
“What? I’m not a dyke,” Ashley protested, annoyed. Not too annoyed. Don’t want to be impolite to him.
“She’s not very good at this, so unless you want to wait all day to coach her through it, I need the boost,” DJ explained.
“Fine, fine,” Ashley grumbled. The last thing she wanted to do was have to make out with Cara fucking Spicer, but DJ was DJ, and she wasn’t some neo-Nazi who was going to be a bitch to him. She leaned against Cara’s back and reached over her shoulder, taking one of her boobs in each hand. She had surprisingly big nipples, pink and pointy, and Ashley took them between her thumbs and forefingers and went to town, pinching and twisting and tweaking.