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After Hours
By RC (address withheld)

***

My hands were being held together. I felt something 
wrap around my wrists. What the hell? I opened my eyes 
and tried to turn around. I couldn't see what was 
happening, but I soon realized that Sally had bound my 
wrists together with the cord from the vacuum cleaner. 
(FF, forced, 1st-lesbian-expr, work)

*** 

I sat up straight, stretching my arms towards the 
ceiling. My eyes burned from staring at my computer 
screen all day. I had been at my desk since seven in 
the morning. It was now ten thirty at night. 

It has to be done this week, I was told. They told me 
on Wednesday. Nice of them. So here it was, Thursday 
night, and I was wondering how the hell I was going to 
finish the damn thing. 

I closed my eyes and wearily rubbed them. I was 
startled by the sound of a door closing somewhere on 
the floor. Who the hell else is here at this hour? A 
moment later, the loud whoosh of a vacuum cleaner 
echoed through the empty cubicles around me. Great. 
Just what I need. 

Once more, I focused on the job at hand. I was dimly 
aware of the vacuum cleaner getting louder, closer. 
Just another annoyance to make my day complete. 
Wonderful. 

The vacuum cleaner poked its way around the entrance to 
my cube, followed by a young blonde girl. To say she 
was surprised to find someone sitting there was an 
understatement. She let out a little yelp, her eyes 
went wide, and she actually dropped the handle of the 
vacuum. I had to laugh. 

"Sorry," I yelled over the roar of the still-running 
machine. "I didn't mean to startle you." She grinned a 
bit and, leaning down, turned off the vacuum cleaner. 
The sudden silence was deafening. 

"Man. I thought I was going to have a heart attack." 
She laughed now as well. She was in her early twenties, 
almost shoulder-length blonde hair, pretty in a college 
girl sort of way. 

"Can you imagine the forms I'd have to fill out if you 
did?" I asked. She laughed again. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here. I'll put 
this thing away and do something quieter. What are you 
doing here this late, anyways?" 

I sighed and motioned to my computer screen. She looked 
at it curiously. "I have to get this done by tomorrow 
afternoon," I said heavily. But I've been here since 
seven this morning, and I'm going cross-eyed." 

Her eyes seemed to brighten slightly. 

"Maybe I can help. By the way, my name is Sally." We 
shook hands. 

"I'm Judy. Pardon me for asking, but what's a girl your 
age doing cleaning up here? Janitors, if you'll pardon 
the expression, are usually a bit more - mature." 

She grinned. "Meaning, why aren't I out partying 
somewhere, right? And yes, I'm a janitor. I have to pay 
for school somehow. I work nights and go to school 
days." That made sense, I thought, nodding. 

"What's your major?" 

"Physical therapy. Which brings me back to my question, 
maybe I can help a bit. Feel adventurous?" 

I was puzzled. How could this youngster help? I 
chuckled to myself. Youngster. She's in college and I'm 
calling her a youngster. Well, I need a break. What the 
hell. 

"Sure. Want me to do jumping jacks or something?" 

She laughed. "No, nothing that strenuous. Nothing 
strenuous at all, in fact. Actually, the exact 
opposite." Now I was curious. 

"I'm sorry, I don't follow you." 

She came closer to me, standing next to me as I sat in 
my chair. 
"Can I move this a little?" I nodded, wondering what 
she was up to. 

She swiveled my chair so my back was towards her. What 
the...? 

Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. Squeezing 
gently. Wait a minute. Physical therapy. Massage? Was 
she going to give me a massage? 

I had never had a massage before. Within seconds, my 
entire body was covered with goosebumps. A massage?! 
This may work out after all. 

She was indeed giving me a massage. Silently she 
kneaded my neck, my shoulders, and my upper back. I 
felt vaguely uncomfortable as her hands slid over my 
bra strap, but DAMN, did it feel good. 

For several minutes I sat still, basking in a warm glow 
which slowly enveloped me. This was great. This is 
exactly what I needed. 

"How we doing?" Her voice was low, soft. I nodded 
happily, smiling, not thinking that she couldn't see my 
face. My eyes were closed. This really was wonderful. 
It was such a contrast to my staring at my PC. 

"Can you put your arms down?" I moved my hands off the 
arms of the chair. They felt so heavy, and I let them 
drop to my sides, dangling loosely beside me. I felt 
her take my hands in hers. Hand massage? Hmm... 

My hands were being held together. I felt something 
wrap around my wrists. What the hell? I opened my eyes 
and tried to turn around. I couldn't see what was 
happening, but I soon realized that Sally had bound my 
wrists together with the cord from the vacuum cleaner. 

I sat bolt upright, my eyes wide, shocked. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded. "That felt 
nice, but whatever you're doing now is a bit too much." 

She turned my chair around so I faced her. She was 
grinning at me. 

"A bit much, huh? Judy, you ain't seen NOTHIN' yet." 

She knelt down, and before I could react, she had 
looped the cord around my ankles, binding them to the 
legs of the chair. I could roll the chair slightly, but 
otherwise I was totally helpless. 

I sat there, dazed. A college student twenty years my 
junior had just tied me to a chair with an electric 
cord. My face paled, and my mouth went dry. What the 
HELL was going on here??? 

She stood up slowly, still grinning. As I watched in 
horror, she removed her sweatshirt, exposing her bra. 
This isn't happening. I have work to do. I have to get 
back to work. 

My mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, and then I 
managed to stutter, "You can't do this. I have work to 
do. I have to finish this. What are you DOING?" I 
finished plaintively. 

Wordlessly, still grinning, she removed her sneakers, 
socks, and sweat pants. This young college girl stood 
there in her panties and bra. 

I was shaking my head back and forth, unable to believe 
what I was seeing, but unable to look away. My eyes 
were somehow drawn to her young body as if by a magnet. 
The sheer absurdness of the situation hit me, and I 
giggled nervously. Or hysterically, I wasn't sure. 

Her fingers were inside the top of her panties, and she 
smiled as she slowly, so slowly, lowered them to the 
floor. She stared at me, her eyes blazing. My breath 
was ragged; my heart skipping erratically, the blood 
was pounding in my ears. This is a dream. 

My eyes were pulled to her pubic area. A soft mass of 
blonde hair. I watched, my mouth hanging open, as she 
slowly traced one finger all around her pubic hair. All 
the way around. Around and around. Over and over. 

I stared helplessly, wanting to close my eyes, to 
refuse to accept what I was seeing. But something made 
me watch, something made me unable to look away from 
this shocking display. 

Her finger moved up, up, up her stomach now, up to her 
bra. It had a front closure, I noticed absently. Her 
fingers worked the clasp, and my eyes widened even more 
as two perfectly formed breasts were exposed. Two full, 
round moons, with hard, dark nipples. Hard nipples. 
Erect nipples. 

She was aroused! 

That makes sense, some distant part of me said. She's 
naked and she was playing with her bush. Of course 
she's aroused. I shook my head violently to clear my 
mind of these odd thoughts. 

She was staring at me, below eye level. I looked down 
and noticed with a shock that my nipples, too, were 
erect, pressing firmly against my blouse. I gasped, and 
my eyes were drawn irresistibly back to her. 

"How we doing?" she asked again. I couldn't say a word. 

She came closer to me, and I tried to move away, but 
the cord was in the way of the wheels on the chair. I 
groaned aloud as she took the lower edge of my skirt in 
her hands and pushed it upwards. I sat there with my 
panties exposed. Dumbly, I looked down at the dark 
stain between my legs. 

"Well, well. Looks like we're doing all right, eh?" 

I looked up at her, and felt a tear trickle down my 
face. Oh, Lord... 

She knelt and pushed my legs apart. She was strong, and 
even though I tried to keep my knees together, she 
managed to separate them and hold them where she wanted 
them. Tears were falling freely down my face as she 
rested her chin on the chair between my legs. She 
closed her eyes, and I heard her inhaling. 

"Hmmmmm.... Smells nice. Have you ever smelled a horny 
woman, Judy?" 

I shook my head, sobbing like a baby. 

"You should try it sometimes. It's quite - stimulating. 
In fact, I feel a bit stimulated myself. I think want 
to make the smell a bit stronger." 

And Sally put her face against my panties, nuzzling 
gently. I wanted to die. I was so embarrassed, so 
humiliated, so disgusted, so - wet. 

I was wet. How the hell can I be wet if I don't want 
this to happen? How the hell can my nipples be hard if 
I'm not turned on? Sally's breath against my mound sent 
waves of warmth flowing through me, and I groaned 
again. Damn, this feels nice...

What? 

"NO!" I screamed, sobbing hysterically. "No, please, 
no..." 

Her tongue was sticking out, tracing random patterns 
over my soaked panties. The warm feeling was growing, 
pushing aside my arguments, my disgust at what was 
happening. Then her hands went between my legs, and my 
panties were pulled to one side. 

I gazed down at my clit. Oh, my God. This isn't 
happening. I watched helplessly as Sally's tongue moved 
closer and closer to it, her eyes looking up at me, a 
faint smile on her face. 

"No, please..." I whimpered. 

Her tongue found its mark. My body shook as I tried to 
move away, to move myself closer to her, to get her 
away from me, to get her tongue more firmly against my 
fiery clit. 

What the hell? What am I THINKING? 

Then my thoughts were brushed aside by a wave of 
pleasure. To my total surprise, I climaxed. My head 
fell back, tears running into my ears, as I came again 
and again. No, no, please don't. Please, don't. Stop. 

Please, don't stop. 

Please don't stop. 

She stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes; she was looking 
up at me with a very knowing expression. Her breath on 
my pussy fanned the flames. 

"Please. Don't stop," I whispered. 

She grinned widely, and her head once more went down. 

I sat there, tied to my chair, as a college girl 
brought me to one orgasm after another. I stopped 
crying, the pleasure too great now to even think of 
wanting her to stop. Over and over, she made me cum, 
until I sat limp in the chair, my body jerking 
spastically as it reacted to her tongue. 

She stopped again. I looked up to find her standing. 
Breathless, I watched her, wondering what was next. I 
groaned in dismay as she began to put her clothing back 
on. 

Dressed, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. For 
the first time in my life, I tasted a woman's juices. 
My own. She licked her lips seductively, then reached 
down and untied my ankles. Soon my wrists, too, were 
free, and I rubbed them where they had become raw as I 
had thrashed about. She straightened the electric cord, 
and picked up the handle of her vacuum cleaner. 

"You'd better get back to work," she whispered, winking 
at me. 

And she was gone. 

I sat there for quite a while, wanting to cry, but 
slowly realizing there was no need to. She was a 
physical therapist. She had wanted to help. And, I had 
to admit, I certainly felt better than I had before she 
had - attended to me. Once more, I stretched my arms to 
the ceiling, sighing happily. I put my skirt back into 
place and went back to work. 

I turned in my assignment at noon the next day. I was 
given a raise. 

I worked late that night as well, finishing up some 
other things I should have been doing for the past 
week. I thought about waiting for Sally, but I had to 
be someplace before too long. Reluctantly, I shut off 
my computer, gathered my things, and left. 

As I was getting off the elevator, I just saw someone 
getting onto an elevator going up. I hurried to it, 
peered inside. 

Sally smiled at me. I tried to jump into the elevator, 
but she was smiling at me, shaking her head no. As the 
doors closed, she blew me a kiss. 

I stood there staring at the featureless elevator 
doors. 

Sadly, I went home. 

I never saw Sally again. But from then on, whenever I 
had to work late, whenever I felt I was getting burned 
out, I would close my eyes, lean back in my chair, and 
imagine her soft hands massaging me. 

Then I would spread my legs, and caress my own clit 
with a gentle finger, imagining it was Sally's tongue 
instead. 

And no one understands why I smile whenever I hear a 
vacuum cleaner. 

THE END

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