♡ Punishment - Misery Loves Company ♡

One of the conditions of Robin's games: she wasn't allowed to back out of any punishment that was proposed. Additionally, she'd imposed her own rule: if she couldn't back out of the punishment, she shouldn't bother questioning it either.

She found herself second-guessing her no second-guessing rule as she woke up on the comfiest bench in the visitor's lounge on the first floor of the BIT station. Next to her was Smith, lying on her side. Both were back-to-back, Smith in her ratty office skirt and blouse, Robin stark nude except for an employee ID tag after losing everything the day before. Lyra had forbidden them from using any of the furniture on the upper floors for sleeping-- and further restricted them from using two benches. "We can't have you bumming up every surface in the place," Robin's new Boss had scolded.

So here it was that Robin found herself waking up on a hard, plastic bench that was too narrow for her and her bunk-mate to even lie flat shoulder-to-shoulder.

She could sense from Smith's lack of snoring that the other girl was probably awake, staring dead-eyed at the opposite wall. A bad night's sleep had Robin less capable of sticking to her golden rules and saying the customer's always right. She shifted to a position sitting up on the bench. "Hey... I did tell you that I'd do whatever you wanted me to do if I lost, but if I can provide a little input? You probably didn't know this, but I own a casino and also have a lot of money from beating the Soldiers. You could have had all that instead of both of us working here! Even if you didn't want that, you could at least make me work as your underling or something. Why make us both work for Lyra?" she moaned.

Smith sat up cracking her neck with an unhealthy sounding pop. "Because I told you: I can't go easy on you. My boss wouldn't just let it slide after you insulted her by trying to rope her into a demeaning game. So here you are, BIT station, a duplicate employee that's going to follow my exact same routine. It's the worst, most degrading punishment I could think of," she finished, rising up with her hands on her hips.

"You might have a point," Robin muttered. "Well, at least it'll be a little nicer doing it with a friend, right?"

"Remains to be seen," Smith answered back with her trade-mark scowl.

"So how do we start the day? Coffee and cigarettes?" the former card dealer suggested, summoning up what limited knowledge she had of Smith's day-to-day life.

"No time. Don't worry, I'll brew us a pot later. For now, we ought to take care of the couple of things we've got to do before everybody else shows up for work." She slouched her shoulders and led the way to the public-use bathroom at the end of the hallway near the elevator.

"Brushing our teeth?" Robin questioned, as she stepped into the bathrooms behind Smith. There were only two stalls in this one, along with a male urinal. She figured there were probably ritzier accommodations for more valued employees further up the BIT sky-scraper.

"Wrong again," Smith chuckled in a dry voice, as she began to unbutton her blouse. With quick and practiced efficiency, she opened that up, took off her tie, her belt, her skirt, her hose, her pumps, and her undergarments, finally ending with her hair ties. When it was all finished, she was as naked as Robin. Her over-sized, hanging breasts, her mostly untrimmed bush, her cute butt, and everything else was revealed without ceremony.

"That's funny! I usually have to win a game if I want to see the other girl naked."

"Yeah? Well, now's not the time for gawking. Besides, you're naked anyway, what do I have to be embarrassed about?" she scoffed. "Anyways, you're wasting time." She produced a bottle of shampoo from a hiding place in the tile under the sink. "You've got to get this down to a minute: wash, shampoo, rinse, brush your teeth, spit."

"A-A minute's barely long enough to even do the 'brush your teeth' part!" Robin protested, as she tried to match the manic pace of her coworker. Her hair and face were still covered in shampoo while Smith was moving on to dressing back. She tried to massage the product into her two-toned hair with one hand while using the other to work her toothbrush, admiring how messy the process was as she watched her own reflection. "I'm not gonna be able to do this in a minute no matter how long I practice!" she complained through a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Sure you will. Besides, your hair's a lot shorter than mine," Smith insisted as she started retrying her tie. Oddly, for some reason, she'd redressed her upper body entirely while leaving her lower body nude. "Not that it matters today. You've got no clothes to put on anyway! Heh heh."

"Ha- ha- ha." Robin laughed without mirth, then spat into the sink.

"Now get over here! We've got to rub one out, quick."

"Ha ha- huh? Run that by me again?"

Smith pushed open one of the stalls and set the toilet seat down. "This part's got to be fast too. We've got to get it down to ten minutes."

"That seems almost excessive, giving it eleven minutes and all the hygiene to one."

"Yeah? Well, when it's the highlight of the day, you give it as much time as you can," Smith shrugged. She looked at Robin's pleasant and peachy buttocks, poked out towards her as the girl used the sink, and a thought occurred to her, causing a crooked smile to slowly spread across her face. "Actually... I'll bet I know a way we can get it down to a little bit faster. Just so you know, I'm the top and you're the bottom, not because of any kind of power thing, but because I don't want to get my shirt dirty."

Around the same time, the first of the employees scanned her tag at the front door and entered the building. Generally, all other employees had an unspoken rule and tried to avoid coming in quite so early in the day to give Smith some privacy, however, Lyra liked to fuck with Smith from time to time by scheduling something during that obscene time slot.

The employee was happy to see no sign of Smith in the lobby. She'd bumped into the so-called intern a time in the mornings a time or two before and it usually ended with her being **** to listen to the other girl's workplace woes. It wasn't that the employee didn't pity Smith, but rather, it was one of those scenarios where it was so depressing that if you heard it as news on the morning radio, you'd definitely switch the station to some classic rock or top 40 just for a break.

Being that early, the employee went to the break room to enjoy her scone and finish off a big thermos of coffee. She wasn't quite finished drinking the last gulp before her stomach began to rumble and she realized she needed a morning pit-stop by the restroom.

So was it that the hapless employee found herself skittering inside the restroom and nearly tripping over the two women copulating on the floor tiles. She covered her mouth and tried to comprehend what she was seeing. One one end, Robin's red-brown eyes looked up with shock at the intruder. The rest of her face and body was hidden by Smith's own, naked from the waist down. Said nakedness was presented with her butt up towards the new arrival, a clear view to the moisture dripping down her sex and presumably into Robin's mouth, probably coating the girl's working tongue. Robin's badge lay askew, poking out just in case the employee was wondering who was eating out Smith here in the restroom.

Smith, for her part, was doing the same for Robin on the other side. She hadn't stopped upon hearing the door opening. Her tongue remained lapping the lips of Robin's pussy, occasionally flicking around the sensitive spot at the top (bottom, from her point of view) and plunging inside. Robin's legs kicked indignantly as she sprayed onto the tile, unused to Smith's impressively enthusiastic sixty-nine technique. When she'd licked it to her satisfaction, she looked over her shoulder as best she could. "What?"

"Oh uh... You found a buddy! G-Good for you..."

"Yeah. Whoopie! But it'll be a lot better when she can finish up. We're already eight minutes into this and she still hasn't finished me off yet. Meanwhile, she's on squirt number three. Don't stop, Redd!"

"I-I'm just going to... walk around and use the toilet."

"Aw, can you not fucking wait? I'm trying to keep the mood up while we're squirming around on a bathroom floor and you're going to take a shit in here on top of that?" Smith protested with an angry scowl and dark eyes, not matching the moisture around her mouth.

"I'll just use the one upstairs!" the employee laughed, shutting the door behind her as Smith moved on to soliciting squirt number four.

--YOU LOSE--

Return to the casino and try again!