You quickly dive towards it, giving Gerald a great view of your panty covered ass, and you bend down and tug at your shirt, using it as a 'cloth' to wipe up whatever the drink was he had made for you. The flimsy material soaks through quickly, and you have to blob at it with a lot of your shirt, but eventually, the deed is done, and you feel his eyes watching you expose your stomach to him as you dab.
"I am SO sorry Mr. Warritch!" You frantically grab some kleenexes and start working on the desk, wiping down stray drops, feeling some of it soak into your bare legs, and a tiny bit of it into your skirt as you flop around on the floor. You see Warritch finally start to move, although at a much more laboured pace, and you stand up after you're satisfied with your work on the floor.
"It's on my tank top, too..." You rub the kleenexes futiley onto your chest, doing nothing more then rubbing the liquid further into your shirt, where your right boob, and most of your stomach is showing through it now. After your nipples start poking through like erasers, you again frantically move your arms up and down, still feeling the liquid on your legs.
"Ugh, I've got some on my legs..." Instead of sitting down, you bend away from him, keeping your legs extended straight, rubbing the kleenex up and down your legs, presenting your ass to him, your skirt flopping up and down to him. Although your legs are dry, you continue to rub up and down your legs slowly, keeping your back bent so he sees as much of your backside as he can, and you pay no attention to the tap running behind you, or it turning off as you stand up.
"I..think I've gotten it all off." You start to turn back to him to throw your kleenexes away, but it's then you feel him behind you, his arms trapping your arms at your sides, and you freeze where you are, your hands grasping the ruined, soggy bits of kleenex.
"We need to rinse out your shirt, or the stains will stay there...." His voice has grown darker now, and your eyes close in anticipation as you feel his hands circle you. "I'll rub this in." He's started to rub some wet paper towels over your front, and from behind you, you know he can't see what he's doing, although you can tell he knows perfectly well what he wants, as he's making your whole shirt wet now.
"Let me turn around..." you slowly turn towards him, but he's started to grab you now, his hands with paper towels grabbing and your upper chest and breasts, pushing and pulling your top, getting all of it wet, even the portions that weren't touched by the alcohol. This was the moment you had been trying for, getting him to lose control, but still you pretend to be oblivious to what he's doing.
"I...I think you're just getting the whole shirt wet now..." At this point, your front is a transparent grey and brown mess, and now he's forgotten about your stomach, exclusively mauling your tits now, pulling them and squeezing them, now only half gripping the shirt as he's moved to your bare skin. In response, he drops the towels.
"Let's dry it off then." After he says that, you feel his bare hands on your tits now, and you feel the tank top is now barely staying on your shoulders, and you gasp, starting to give into the mauling of your body. For one last time, you play the dumb blonde, and as one strap falls down your arms, you manage to gasp out.
"How is this he-...helping it dry off?"
"It's not."
You feebly try to push him away, but it's then he makes his move, one hand lunging into your panties to feel for your g-spot, and the other grabbing a shoudler and pushing you onto his desk, ripping a strap down your arm to expose your right tit to him, and you moan as his fingers start probing your most intimate parts. He grabs your tit, squeezing it as he talks and you start to squirm under him.
"But it's helping me...you little slut. You're just like my wife. You saunter in here, wanting something from me, but as soon as you had it, you'd get out without putting out." He's pushing your legs into the desk, and you're now effectively trapped as he yanks at your panties, and you're lifted from the desk as he keeps tugging at it. "But you're going to do whatever I want you to now."
You start to yell, but at that point, the thong gives, and he pushes it into your mouth. "We'll put that mouth of yours to use later." He jams two fingers inside of you, and starts probing you again, and you moan into your underwear despite yourself, as his other hand rudely rubs up and down your body, pulling the tank top down further so you're essentially naked from the waist up, your arms holding futiely at your sides as you feel him pinch and grope you, as he moves in and out of you, pushing your arms above you once they're free of the tank top straps. He smiles at your lack of resistance.
"Not even fighting? You are a tease, aren't you."
You squirm, but he pushes you down further, grabbing your skirt and tank top in one hand and yanking you to your feet, and you feel the material of your last remaining clothes start to give - it won't be long before you've lost everything, and he pulls you over to the window.
"I think you need to start giving people what they want." He's taking you to a large picture window, and while they won't see much of him, passerbys on the street will be seeing a lot of you if they look up a dozen floors or so...
Last chance to get out, or at least try to with panties in your mouth and your clothes likely about to be taken off. Otherwise, an entire street of people are likely about to see you get raped. |