Have Marci join in

"You know, Kerry Anne, you're very loud when you come," Tom observed.

The stacked redhead giggled in agreement.

"I wish Marci would come in to make sure you're alright," he said.

Kerry Anne blushed furiously.

"Everything okay in... oh Lord! Get some clothes on, you two!" Exclaimed the administrative assistant, closing the office door before someone else saw them naked.

"I have a better idea," Tom said. "I wish that you would happily dance a strip tease for us."

"Oh! Well, that is a better idea, isn’t it!" The black woman grinned.

She stepped to a cabinet in Mr. Rutt's office and opened it to reveal a stereo system. Soon it came to life with smooth R&B and Marci turned back to them with a mischievous smile. She began swinging her hips back and forth in a wide arc and running her hands along her curvaceous body.

"This is kind of weird, Tom," Kerry Anne whispered to him.

"Just enjoy it, Kerry Anne," he whispered back. "In fact, finger yourself while you watch Marci strip."

She inhaled sharply at being told what to do and took her red fringed snatch in hand as she watched Marci slowly unbutton her blouse.

"In fact, I wish both of you were bisexual and very attracted to each other," Tom added.

Marci licked her lips, ogling Kerry Anne's tits with sudden interest. She slid her left hand down the front of her skirt.

"Oh fuck she's hot," Kerry Anne breathed and her pussy squeltched hungrily around her fingers.

Marci slipped off her blouse and tossed it aside, revealing a red lace bra, then turned around and waggled her glorious ass at them. Tom's cock stirred. The ass that had teased him for months was finally coming out to play! Marci peeled down her tight pencil skirt to reveal spectacular brown globes bisected by a red thong. Marci twirked. Kerry Anne moaned. Tom hardened.

Marci stepped out of her skirt without removing her high-heeled sandals. She turned slowly back to face them, her ass circumscribing figure eights in the air. She grinned at both of them and reached back to unclasp her bra, then slipped one arm out then the other until the lingerie held on by friction alone, Marci laced her fingers behind her head and shook her tits until the bra flew free.

Kerry Anne gasped and had a little orgasm. Marci's tits weren't as big as her own, but they were still magnificent, their dark nipples rock hard.

Marci smirked proudly at the small audience's reaction to her tits. She stalked towards them, licking her lips, eyes glinting. She shoved Mr. Rutt's stationery set and framed picture of Jan to the floor and climbed on top of her boss's desk. She pranced in a small circle as Tom and Kerry Anne stared up in admiration of the new perspective.

She faced away from them and hooked her fingers into her tiny bit of remaining clothing and slipped the thong down to her ankles. She stood and pranced back around to reveal her pink-lipped twat. Her audience was so focused on that, they didn’t notice her thong was barely dangling by the toes of her left sandal until she balanced on her right and flicked the undergarment right in Kerry Anne's face.

The redhead gasped and clutched at the thong with the hand that wasn't occupied and held it to her nose, sniffing deeply and then sighing.

Marci chuckled, spun slowly around in nothing but her shoes, then sank down to sit bare-assed on Mr. Rutt's deck, legs spread wide, vertical smile gleaming with moisture.

"Got any more good ideas, Tom?" She asked.