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Games People Play
By RC (address withheld)
***
A woman board in her job tries playing a game to
entertain herself, only to find that the game is more
than she thought. (FF, mc)
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The Game Begins
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Sheila was a network administrator at a small company.
She had spent several days trying to figure out a way
to have the PC pop a message window up at certain
times, so she could just plug reminders into a file and
have them magically appear at the right moment. They
would stay there until she cleared them. At least, that
was the plan.
It didn't work quite right. All it did was flash on the
screen for a microsecond, then vanish. That's all I
need, she thought. Subliminal reminders. That's when
the idea came to her.
She needed a likely subject for her game. Walking
around the office one day, she noticed Sara, hard at
work as always. Sara spent most of her day staring at
the screen, working with her word processor. She had
long brown hair she always wore in a bun, wide brown
eyes, and a very nice figure hidden by a sweater year-
round. None of this mattered to Sheila. The important
thing was, she used her PC more than the anyone else.
The next Monday, she started her little game. She
created a file which had the message, "CALL SHEILA" in
it, and set it up to appear every five minutes on
Sara's screen. She executed the program and waited.
The morning passed, and no reaction from Sara. The
afternoon dragged on, with Sheila looking at her watch
as she worked. No response. Damn. It would have been
fun.
At five, she stopped the program and almost deleted it.
Nah, she thought, maybe I can still get it to work.
Then, as she left her office, she saw Sara, also with
her coat on.
To her delight, Sara stopped when she saw Sheila.
"Sheila, there you are. I was going to call you about
something this afternoon, but I can't for the life of
me remember what it was. I'll get back to you tomorrow,
OK?"
Sheila tried to hide her great big grin as she said
fine. As Sara walked away, Sheila giggled. This WILL be
fun, she thought.
The next morning, Sheila stopped by Sara's desk first
thing, and innocently asked if she remembered what she
wanted to talk about. Sara thought for a while, and it
still wouldn't come to her. Smiling, Sheila said she'd
be in her office all day if Sara remembered.
As soon as she sat down, Sheila created another file,
this one saying "HAVE LUNCH WITH SHEILA." It would
flash in front of Sara every four minutes.
Just before noon, Sheila's phone rang. Her eyes lit up
when she heard Sara's voice.
"Sheila, hi, it's Sara. I was just wondering if you had
lunch plans today. I figure maybe whatever I wanted to
talk about will come to me if I had more time to think
about it."
Gleefully, Sheila said she had no plans, and they
agreed to go to a nearby restaurant. Before she left,
Sheila stopped the program.
Lunch was a bit quiet. Sara really didn't have much in
common with Sheila, and naturally, there wasn't
anything she had wanted to discuss. They just looked
curiously at each other over their sandwiches, making
small talk.
Back at her desk, Sheila created another file. Smiling,
she typed one word, "HOT". Every two minutes, that word
would flicker before Sara.
Late in the afternoon, she casually walked around the
office. Sara was at her desk, as always, but her
customary sweater was hanging on her wall. This is
great, Sheila thought. She giggled to herself, with all
kinds of strange ideas coming to her as she went back
to her own desk.
The next morning, Sara was cold for some reason. That
afternoon, she found herself hungry all of a sudden.
Sheila laughed out loud as she saw Sara make yet
another trip to the munchy machine.
The next day, Sheila grew daring. Her file said "NEW
HAIRSTYLE", and would appear to Sara every two minutes.
Nothing happened, and Sheila reasonably figured this
might take a bit longer. She let the program run the
rest of the week.
The next Monday, Sheila arrived to find a crowd at
Sara's desk. Curious, she peered around everyone to see
Sara, standing proudly in their midst. Her long hair
hung about her shoulders, and she twirled her head
playfully as her co-workers admired her.
Sheila felt her face turn crimson, and she went quickly
to her desk.
Mind Games
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Sitting in her office, she tried to calm herself down.
What have I created, she wondered. My God, Sara is
quite attractive. I wonder what other hidden talents I
can bring out...
She froze.
I'm messing with her mind, she thought. I'm changing
her life. What right do I have to do this? But it's
only a game, she answered herself. It's nothing
serious. She might have done that anyways, you don't
know. A game.
She noticed her palms sweating a bit as her next file
was entered.
This one read, "NO SWEATER".
Three days later, Sara arrived to work in a tailor-made
business suit that fit her perfectly. Once again,
everyone gathered around her desk and admired her, the
men staring openly at this suddenly-blossoming flower.
When questioned, Sara would shrug, saying she thought
it was time for a change.
Sheila hid in her office that day, not sending any
messages to Sara. Her mind was whirling. Time for a
change. Time for a change. GOD, she's pretty. Am I
jealous of her? Yes. I'm pretty damn good-looking
myself, I dress for my figure, and I want the guys to
look at ME! So, how do I get her to not pay attention
to the guys?
From deep inside her came a small voice in reply. Why
not have her pay attention to ME?
Sheila felt her face go white. Wait a minute, this is
too strange.
Why in the world would I....
Sara was so pretty. And now that she didn't wear baggy
sweaters, she was obviously well-built. Pay attention
to me? To ME? No. None of that lezzy shit for me.
So, for several weeks, Sara was free of outside
influence. But as Sheila watched the steady parade of
guys going to Sara for the dumbest reasons, she became
truly jealous. Maybe if they think SHE'S a lezzy,
they'll pay attention to me again. Yeah, that's it.
All thoughts of the morality of her game evaporated as
Sheila created a new file. She ran the program all day,
every day, for three weeks.
The Game Changes
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Sara left for home, confused. She had a new hairstyle,
and her sweaters were in storage. Time for a change,
she had thought. But then, all the guys in the office
started pestering her, fawning over her. Am I really
that attractive, she thought as she got home. In the
bathroom, she looked at herself closely. Hmm, she
thought proudly, maybe I am.
So why are these guys starting to get on my nerves? And
why does the word "LESBIAN" keep coming to me? Am I
changing that much? What's happening?
And so it went. Sara became more and more confused, not
realizing that her fixation on lesbian thoughts were
being driven by Sheila's program. She actually began to
ignore the guys she worked with, secretly wondering if
she really WAS a lesbian, if she wasn't meant to be
with a man.
Sheila watched Sara closely during those weeks. She saw
Sara speak sharply to the guys who asked her out, knew
the men were talking about her. And then, passing the
break room one day, she clearly heard part of a
conversation between two of Sara's erstwhile suitors.
Her heart skipped a beat as the words "...think she
might be a dyke?..." carried out into the hallway.
Sheila almost floated back to her desk, smiling smugly.
Just over a month after Sheila had begun her lesbian
campaign against Sara, someone knocked at her office
door. She'd been trying to hit up on the new co-op
student, a young man half her age. She had seen him
talking to Sara hopefully, and had also seen him talk
to other men in the office. As he had talked to them,
he kept glancing at Sara's desk in disbelief, shaking
his head in obvious sorrow. Sheila had then tried to
direct his lust her way.
"Come in." The door opened, and Sheila's eyes narrowed
as Sara came in, nervous, hesitant.
"Hi, Sheila. Listen, I have to talk to you about
something, and it's important. Could you stop by my
place tonight after work? It won't take long, I
promise, there's just something that's been bugging me,
and I have to talk to you about it."
Sheila again felt her face go white. Oh, SHIT, somehow
she found out.
One of those fucking computer weenies must have figured
it out and told her. Now she wants to hold it over me
for a promotion or something. She took a deep breath,
and tried a smile. The attempt failed.
"Sure, of course. About six? Fine. I'll see you then."
Sara backed out of the office, still looking very
nervous.
Sheila leaned back in her chair. Now, how to handle
this. She smiled as a plan formed in her mind.
Winners
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She arrived at Sara's place promptly. Knocking on the
door, she heard a muffled voice saying to come in. She
did, looking into the kitchen, the living room. The
voice came again, from upstairs. "I'll be right down."
Grinning at the genius of her plan, Sheila wandered
around Sara's small living room, examining the photos,
furniture, and so on. She was leafing through a book on
human sexuality when she heard something.
Turning, she saw Sara in the hallway, wearing only a
flimsy black nightgown. Sheila's face flared scarlet.
The little tramp was going to make it look like SHE was
her lezzy partner. Wait a minute. Lezzy? That's not
real, she's not really a...Oh, my God...............
She found herself unable to move as Sara slowly
approached her. Sara spread her arms, the nightgown
opening to reveal her perfectly formed breasts, erect
nipples pointing straight at Shiela. Shiela could only
stare as this apparition in lingerie came closer and
closer.
Sara stopped just inches from Sheila. She stared at
Sheila calmly.
"I think I'm a lesbian", she whispered. "I want you to
help me find out."
She put her arms around Sheila and kissed her. Sheila
was too shocked to resist, to stunned at this sudden
turn of events. She felt her plan, her infallible plan,
falling to pieces around her.
And then came the tingle, an unfamiliar buzz that began
upon her lips and slowly spread throughout her body.
Sara's perfume wrapped itself around her, and the
softness of Sara's nighty against her arms felt so
strange.
Sara pulled away slowly, her arms now around Shiela's
shoulders. Once again staring into Sheila's eyes, she
whispered, "Did you enjoy that?"
Gasping for air, the scent of Sara's perfume still
wafting through her mind, Sheila didn't even realize
she was slowly nodding her head yes.
She could only stare as the nighty dropped to the
floor. Sara stood there before her, her nude body
shining with a thin film of nervous sweat. She could
only stare as Sara again reached out for her, wrapping
her arms behind Sheila's back, holding her close,
kissing her so hard Sheila found it hard to breathe.
"You've always turned me on", Sara whispered in her
ear.
Sheila's knees buckled. Sara fell to the floor with
her, kneeling over her, looking down at her. "I want
you", Sara said.
Desperately, Sheila tried to speak, to shake her head
no, to do SOMETHING to escape this game gone wild. But
her body would not cooperate with her mind, she was too
shaken, to nervous - and too scared.
"Do you want me?", Sara asked. Sheila's mind revolted
at the thought of saying yes, but she was afraid of
what might happen if she said no. She didn't know
whether Sara knew what had happened and was trying to
get even, or if Sara really was a......
She lay on the floor, Sara's perfume surrounding her
like a blanket. Sheila thought for an instant that she
would have to ask Sara what kind it was, it was
certainly very seductive. And as Sheila stared up at
Sara's expectant face, her breasts jutting out proudly,
it all hit her at once.
Tears came to her eyes. One way or another, this was
it.
Sheila nodded her head. "Yes", she whispered so softly
that Sara could hardly hear her.
Sara bent over and kissed Sheila deeply. Sheila felt a
woman's tongue probing into her mouth, and the tears
came faster. Her heart stopped when she felt Sara's
hand on her jeans, and the tears were flowing freely as
Sara unzipped them. Sobbing, Sheila helped take her
jeans off, and noticed her panties were moist somehow.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to
happen.
Sara had to undress Sheila the rest of the way herself,
Sheila was crying too hard. When Sheila was nude, body
trembling under Sara's gaze, still crying, Sara
whispered to her, "It'll be all right. You'll see."
NO! NO! THIS CAN'T BE REAL! IT WAS A GAME! A JOKE!
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Sara couldn't understand a word of what Sheila was
babbling about as she slid her finger into Sheila's
dripping cunt. And the sounds that followed were just
that, sounds, but Sara understood them completely. Over
and over, Sheila's body tried to twist away, not from
any concious thought on Sheila's part, but due instead
to the constant stream of orgasms that left Sheila a
helpless, quivering shape, huddled nude on the floor.
Sheila couldn't think straight. This is so good. This
is so wrong. I have to get out of here. I don't want
this to stop. What the hell is this lezzy bitch doing
to me? Oh, God, Sara, please touch me again.
She didn't realize she had said the last sentence out
loud.
Her mind exploded into pinwheel colors, randomly
flashing around in her head. She knew, sort of, that
Sara was kneeling between her legs. And she knew, sort
of, that whatever she was doing felt different than it
had before. She looked down through half-closed eyes to
see Sara's face buried in her pussy, and knew it was a
woman's tongue that was inside her.
As she came, she cried.
She lay still, quiet. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw
Sara kneeling beside her, legs spread wide. Sara
reached out and took Sheila's hand, and Sheila didn't
seem to be able to resist as Sara guided her hand
towards her waiting pussy. She felt the dampness, the
heat. Looking up, she saw Sara's eyes close as she
slowly slid her finger deep into Sara's pussy.
Sheila watched Sara's face as she came. Her mouth
formed a small o, her eyes closed, and her body then
seemed to become rigid, her mouth opening wide, her
body shaking.
Sheila realized she had stopped crying.
"GAME OVER"
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