Your thinking is clouded by the ache between your thighs, but even though you're alone you can't bring yourself to touch yourself down there. It's ridiculous, but he'd ordered you not to and you somehow feel like it would be violating the rules if you did. Not that you know what the rules are.
God, how could you have actually sucked his dick? More importantly, how could you have liked it? And who the hell would have guessed that his wild tales might have been true? You sure never believed the one about him having a giant dick.
Covering your mouth you look around and gather your clothes, realizing for the first time that he'd taken your underwear. At least the bikini can double as an even skimpier version of underwear, you think as you pull on the denim miniskirt and tie the top up under your breasts. The colorful bikini top shows through a bit, but better that than your nipples being on display.
Dreading the thought of seeing Larry smirking at you, and scared to see the knowing looks of your former co-workers you scuttle out of the change room, head down as you rush towards the exit.
"Excuse me, Miss...." a voice says, and you reluctantly raise your eyes to see... |