She got out of the car. I watched her, being careful so she wouldn’t
notice. I felt so guilty.
We had just arrived at work, in the parking lot. Katherine James
happened to have arrived at the same time I did. She was above me in
the company but wasn’t my boss. She knew me a little, probably. But she
couldn’t know that I thought about her constantly. And she would never
know. I *couldn’t* stand it if someone knew–about my feelings. Lesbian
feelings.
I wondered if… but I like men. Love men. There’s nothing wrong with
me but I do get these feelings. I thought about her constantly. When I
went to bed I’d imagine her, imagine talking to her. She was always so
cool, so… competent. And beautiful. Not flashy.
She’d tell me what to do. In my fantasies she told me what she wanted
and I did it. Why did I have such fantasies? In real life, I got along
fine with my boyfriend. I had one for a while. Our sex life was fine
and we didn’t do weird things. But I had these thoughts… Katherine
telling me what to do. She stands there, dressed as she is every day, a
suit. I undress for her. She kisses me.
Oh, I wanted her so bad. I’d lie in bed for hours, wishing she would…
I didn’t know what I wished. She’d never be interested in my
perversions. I didn’t *want* her to have such interests. Well, I did
*and* I didn’t.
I was very careful. I glanced at her walking through the parking lot
and noted what she was wearing. I knew that suit, I knew all her
clothes. I was very careful so no one could notice me watching.
She was gone from the hall by the time I entered the building. Another
woman, Sarah, walked by. I used to dream about Sarah all the time but
now I dream about Katherine the most. Sarah was fantastic looking–
more so than Katherine. Sometimes I thought of kneeling in front of
her, nude, licking her. With a friend of hers, Brenda watching. And
Sarah would give me to Brenda.
But I was careful. I walked into my office. Pamela, my receptionist
said Hi. Deborah must have just arrived and was getting settled. I
glanced at Deborah–she was a temp and this was Friday of her first
week. I didn’t know what to make of her; she did her work but she had a
very unrevealing face and I wondered about her attitude. She was
nothing like Pamela who was always cheerful and helpful. Pamela would
do anything I asked.
I noticed Deborah’s clothes. She was dressed differently–all week she
had been almost frumpy and today she had on a slightly sexy dress,
almost too sexy for work. It was a short little black dress that
buttoned in the front. It showed off her figure and flared a little at
her hips. It would definitely fit in at a party but really was barely
in the bounds of decency for work.
I went on into my office and sat down. Those two thought I was so
normal. I didn’t think much about Pamela but sometimes wondered what it
would be like to kiss her. She was so nice. But she looked up to me and
it didn’t feel right to think about her: I always thought about others.
Deborah opened the door and came in with my coffee. She smiled briefly
and I smiled back but there was something about her smile that brought
back my doubts about her. She set the coffee down next to me. I was
organizing my to-do list for the day and looking over my calendar. I
realized she hadn’t moved away. I looked up at her, “Yes?” The dress
really was a little too revealing for work.
“Nothing,” she replied. I couldn’t help but notice her body, even if I
was edgy about her attitude. I wouldn’t have realized how nice her
figure was until she wore this dress. I went back to work. She didn’t
leave, just stood there. She was very close, just a foot away from me
and it seemed like she was moving closer. It was so weird, I didn’t
know what to do.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, looking up at her again. Her body was so
close. Her dress revealed the shape of her breasts. The buttons were
right in front of me.
“Nothing,” she replied, but still didn’t move an inch.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Binding you.”
“What?” Needless to say, I was confused. She was still so close. Her
body was so slender.
“Binding you to me. In a few moments, you won’t be able to resist me.”
I think my mind was spinning for a second, then I caught a grip on
myself. But I felt panic. Did she think I was lesbian? How did she get
that idea? Binding?
Fortunately, I keep my poise rather well and wasn’t sunk yet. My mind
grasped for the proper response. “Do you think I’m *attracted* to you?”
Yes, I used the proper amount of suprise and shock.
She gave a slight giggle. She was still so close to me, her breasts
just inches from my face. The buttons… “Oh, don’t think you can bluff
your way out,” she said. She had this little smile on her face. “All
everyone talks about around here is your little lezzie crushes.” She
giggled again briefly. I sat there, frozen, thinking furiously. My
heart was in my throat. One of her hands rose to her chest and fingered
one of the buttons. “Katherine James thinks your glances are so cute.”
I stared. She fingered the button. I still couldn’t talk so I just sat
there. “She’s… a lot like you.” She unbuttoned the button. Her other
hand was on the back of my hair, softly caressing my head and the back
of my neck. She unbuttoned another button. I sat there, staring at the
part of her breasts that she had revealed–she wore no bra. Pamela had
come in the room and was coming up behind me. I couldn’t get my breath.
“You should hear the way Katherine wimpers when I *fuck* her.” She
unbuttoned another button. Behind me, Pamela snapped handcuffs on my
wrists.
