Of Cats and Tongues

"Look over these drafts one more time, will you, please?" Plastic bound papers, full of charts and colorful graphics, dangled in front of Vanessa's face.

Miss Cheryl's work, pulled from a perfectly aligned stack on her desk.

Even at her best, Nessie was never quite as handily organized as her former secretary. Cheryl used to help with that - help her, help organize her thoughts, a-and her things. Dutifully attentive, by her side. Helping, instead of ordering, a-and... how could... how could sh-she treat Vanessa like a beast, like, m-making her... when she could help - she could do the job if her pretty secretary would let her, d-do all of it, better...

"Well?" Vanessa's superior cleared her slender white throat, and glanced the yellow-clad negress's direction.

"Um..."

Jesus - focus, Nessie!

"U-um..." Vanessa hadn't even... hadn't even looked at the papers she had been flipping through in her hands. Concealed behind the work, the former executive stopped p-pinching her stiff nipple, and put on her best facsimile of her concentration face.

"It's good," Nessie nodded seriously. Dumbly. "The layout is clean, and the language is clear. And we checked... um, I mean, I can check the figures. A-again. If that's what you - did you want me to check the figures? Again? I-I can check the figures a-again."

"Mm..." Miss Cheryl had already moved on. No time to wait for Vanessa's rambling reply, she processed while multitasking, fingers tapping keys.

"No. I... no." Nessie's former secretary said to her computer screen.

"That's fine. Good nigger."

Vanessa f-flinched.

"I mean - 'girl'!" Miss Cheryl gasped, and turned, and laughed. "Good girl."

She laughed, and smiled beautifully down at Vanessa's beaten black face, from atop the former executive's former office chair.

"Not that you mind, do you, Nessie?"

G-god... mind? O-of course she minded! Doing her work, she... she just wanted...

"N-no." Vanessa, crushed under Miss Cheryl's condescendingly sweet smile...

"Oh! Sweetie..." Miss Cheryl's thumb reached out, towards Nessie's face - wiping away a small tear that had fallen without the black woman's awareness.

Activating dull pain from her bruised black eye in the process. Pain that makeup couldn't conceal.

"No, Mommy," Nessie whispered to the young white woman.

Cheryl smiled anew, distant and faint, and... suspended from Mommy's slim white thumb... the tear touched Vanessa's lips.

Nessie kissed.

Kissed it off Mommy's thumb.

"Th-thank you," Nessie mumbled. Not at all sure why.

"Good nigger," Miss Cheryl winked, and p-patted - patted Nessie's head.

"Gosh, I need to stop going over this." Closed, bare white knees swiveled away, leaving Vanessa alone. "I'm so nervous."

"I must look like a mess."

Shiny brown hair in a professional bun, a single loose lock of hair dangled behind Miss Cheryl's ear, threatening to fall in front of her face. Dressed in a maroon blazer and cream pencil skirt - lack of sleep and stress had only served to tighten the lines around the white woman's clean jaw, and turned her clear skin porcelain.

"You look perfect," Vanessa whispered, moistening her lips. "Miss..."

Oh, shit. B-blushing, flushing, the negress s-stammered - "I-I-I m-mean - I... you, you, uh, l-look - "

"It's okay," Miss Cheryl laughed. "Thanks. You do make a girl feel good, Nessie."

Vanessa blushed, and dropped her eyes and clenched her toes - flexing against the pale leather lining her yellow pumps.

"Let's look at you, though. It's almost time to go. Up."

"Up, girl," Nessie's flinched at her former secretary's tone, but couldn't stop - firm fingers lifted Vanessa at her elbow.

Firm fingers tugged at her dated, banana-yellow office wear. Straightening the black woman's skirt and jacket - making sure the front was open enough to t-tease her deep brown cleavage, the lines of her breasts accentuated by the bold color around them.

"Turn."

Brushing Vanessa's hip... and then butt - the black woman held her breath, as Miss Cheryl's fingertips adjusted her. Touched her.

"And, back around front."

A white hand stayed. Stayed in contact, and even slid down, until Miss Cheryl was touching the hot, bare skin of Nessie's inner thigh.

Her sparkling hazel eyes looked up, amused, searching the colored woman's conflicted face.

"Hmm... I do like you dressed up a bit, for the office."

"Uhh..." Miss Cheryl... not spanking, or hurting, o-or cleaning, was simply touching her. Intimately, c-circling...

"Uh, th-thank - "

"The cute little girl bit works for your daughter," The brunette went on, "But I think you're a much more interesting thing a little more classed up."

"Though, it is fun when you try the other way..." Cheryl smirked to herself, not quite meeting Vanessa's wide brown eyes. J-just stroking... teasing the older woman's sensitive skin.

Christ - she had held back while working, b-but her hairy black pussy -

"Fulfilling schoolgirl fantasies across the office..."

Vanessa's knees flexed, dipping her down, motioning Miss Cheryl's hand up.

"M-Miss... I-I can't. That - the men, I-I can't!"

"Shh!" Cheryl's free hand formed a flat little paddle, slapping Vanessa's flexing rump through her skirt. "Calm down! Good girl!"

'Good girl's was an order, a-an instruction. A-and -

"We have a minute. I - I have a minute. And this is for me, not you. Now, still."

Still. Vanessa felt light-headed from - breathe, nigger!

"Brand wants me to become a little more... comfortable... with this. With... Elly." Elly?! "Just - letting it be pleasant. When I'm sober, and..."

Cheryl went on like Vanessa was hardly there. Looking down, tense, she was using the black mother for practice, to train u-up to -

"I do want to," Miss Cheryl sighed. "With Elly."

To train up to Vanessa's daughter.

"Her thighs are so strong, aren't they? Just... muscles. I like that, on a woman, I think. Gosh, I do."

Finally, finally Miss Cheryl caught a look of Vanessa's face. Her desire, her shame-ridden jealousy, c-consuming -

"Not that yours aren't nice, Sweetie," The white woman laughed, and patted Vanessa's thigh, squeezing it experimentally. "For your age - you're in amazing shape, for a woman your age. I think..."

Cheryl switched thighs, and Nessie tensed her muscles. Making her flesh firmer to the white woman's touch. Like... like...

"I do think I have a little, kind of crush on your daughter. A strange kind of crush. And, I'm just a little bit jealous at the same time." Jealous. Jesus. "Being younger, being with... you know?"

"Y-yes." Drooling, to dry, Vanessa worked her tongue, t-trying to... every bit of her was confused, and conflicted. Even her stupid black mouth. "Yes, I..."

"Maybe you do." Miss Cheryl spoke at a sultry whisper. Just... just for the two of them. "You like touching Little Elly's legs, right? Like this?"

Fuck! Cheryl was looking up - searching Nessie's eyes, feeling her thighs.

"Yes?"

"N-no..." N-Nessie...

"Oh?" Miss Cheryl, sh-shit... frowned. "Why not?"

God...

"Aren't they firm? And smooth, like you like?"

Vanessa got a hit to the inside of her thigh. Not quite a slap, not at all painful. But it was still a reminder, s-still sharp enough to -

"Are you going to fib?"

"She's my daughter!" Vanessa bit her tongue. She... under Cheryl's soft hands, her female hands...

"P-please..." Nessie begged, even though Miss Cheryl didn't say anything more. Just looked, a-and touched. "Please."

And looked. Waiting.

"Y-yes." Vanessa cracked. A whisper, a painful, choked -

Her daughter.

"It's okay, Sweetie. You like touching her," Cheryl said neutrally. Massaging less - more... slowly... nails. Nails gently traced their way down the skin of the black woman's leg. "It's not like you can get her pregnant. It's just what you girls do - you can't help it."

God. God! Lips forming a circle -

"See, I..." Cheryl sighed.

"I still don't know, Vanessa. What would you do, if you were me? If you could call Elly in, anytime. Right now?"

Wh-what did Cheryl want? Her teasing... her wringing c-confession after confession - it was ****. Nessie would rather have been spanked, or slapped, and the feeling o-of fingers on her skin - "I... I don't know. I, um, Ch-Cheryl - "

Cheryl abruptly stood. Hands off the negress's thigh, forcing Vanessa a step back -

"I think you do know."

Fire - her hazel eyes were cold fire. No taller than her former boss, Vanessa still felt herself shrink before the younger woman. Shrinking... whimpering...

Miss Cheryl adjusted the black woman's banana-yellow lapel.

"Vanessa. I have to pee before my meeting. I don't want to be distracted."

Oh, shit. Vanessa almost... her knees almost collapsed right then and there. Almost put her in position t-to -

Oh... shit.

"A-ah, Mish..." Christ, Nessie had to close her lips, and swallow the instant flood of saliva that filled her ready mouth. "M-Miss..."

Cheryl thumbed, and pinched the tasteful charcoal skirt she had worn to work. Up. Sh-sh-she...!

"I... Vanessa..."

Miss Cheryl smoothed down the wrinkle she had made in her form-fitting pencil skirt, and cleared her throat.

"I... think it would be best if you go, dear. Thank you for your help this morning. With everything."

Cheryl sat.

Just like that. Had Vanessa - had she imagined it? Had Cheryl been about t-to pee?

Calmly typing, only a pink color flush in the white businesswoman's perfect cheeks gave away anything had happened.

She gestured towards the door, dismissing her former friend.

"See if Miss Hannah has anything for you, Vanessa. Tell her I need a moment without distraction, here. I need a second to myself, and time to use the restroom before the meeting. My first meeting..."

Vanessa's feet were already moving. Backing her away on still-shaky knees.

"You did fine, this morning. I'll tell Daddy everything. Promise."

"Th-thank you. That's, um... that's a-all, Miss?" Jesus. Shut up - l-like Vanessa was asking for it.

"That's all." Miss Cheryl smiled wryly, from half a room a way. "That's definitely all, Nessie."

"Be a big girl. Make me proud," Miss Cheryl called at the last moment, and the door opened...

And closed, with a barely audible click. Vanessa took a breath for the first time in what felt like ages. Years. In the hallway, outside Miss Cheryl's door, the black woman smoothed the fabric of her skirt over her thighs. Sh-she -

"... I'm glad you saw, now," Hannah was murmuring.

God. Vanessa couldn't handle any more. Any more girls. Any more about her... her daughter.

"I learned a lot, last night. About a lot of things, Elly. Interested?"

Vanessa tried to avoid... Elly was angled away, her sweet bubble - h-her butt, her normal teen butt barely concealed by the edge of a plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her legs... her strong thighs that Cheryl had admired looking were pressed firmly together at the knee - as if to keep something out.

Or in.

"I should tell you." Hannah looked right at Vanessa, black eyes smoldering - freezing the retreating older woman. "I should really tell you. It kind of concerns you."

Was the Asian girl speaking to Elly? Or Vanessa? Vanessa...

"I think we might see each other tonight, too," Hannah went on, explaining... explaining whatever to Elly. Teasing her, o-or -

Consequences be damned, Vanessa couldn't become involved.

"Things kind of... move fast, you know?" The raven-haired girl sighed. "Like, feelings, too, when you're intimate. I - "

Not... not when just looking at Hannah with her daughter made her want to pee.

Pee. Fingering her yellow suit -

Like a child, Vanessa covered her ears and scampered away. Briskly, silently, hoping and praying that Elly wouldn't see, that Hannah wouldn't call her back, she headed towards the far bathrooms. Away from where Cheryl would end up - she scrunched her eyes closed and hit-hit her ear and her stupid head -

"Oh! There she is..."

Two secretaries passed. Secretaries she recognized, secretaries o-of cocks she had slurped on. Sucked on.

The women passed, their discussion abruptly ended. Only their judging eyes...

Oh, god. Oh god. S-s-stepping, hiding her face in her hair, passing an adjoining hallway -

"Timothy Bullock! My man!"

Lightning fast, Vanessa plastered herself against the wall. The lanky form of Timothy Bullock, the fucking weenie, joined a group of men. Strutting away with confidence he should never have possessed, enjoying male camaraderie th-that he had never had before - Nessie was beset on all sides.

It was like a nightmare. One she couldn't escape.

"Miss Lockley!"

Sh-shut - the last thing Vanessa wanted was attention drawn t-to - she stepped out, and confronted a young man. Someone she vaguely knew from the office, some bright-eyed and blonde-haired upcomer that had sat in on a few meetings.

"Vanessa Lockley. I'm glad I caught you."

"Oh, um..." Vanessa glanced back over her shoulder, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. Straightening, trying to find some dignity before the man... boy...

"Here. I need this work checked. It's important - what do you think?"

"O-oh." Vanessa blinked. Dizzy, she still managed to put on her professional face. Get... getting it together. Get it together.

"Of course! Um, just give me - " The black woman, the professional smiled at the slight, young man, and accepted his papers. His work.

Her work.

Jesus. The tiniest glimmer of pride was almost too much to bear.

"Of course." Vanessa Lockley straightened. Shoulders up, she flipped over the cover page. "One moment, young man."

Vanessa Lockley watched in horror, as her unsteady fingers brushed over a blown-up full color picture of a penis.

Xeroxes... copies of white dicks. Flaccid and erect. She almost d-dropped... page after disgusting page - fat ones, hairy ones. Crooked, big and small -

"This..." Nessie's eyes bulged. Mouth watering, face aflame - fucking on fire sh-she - "This is extremely i-inappro-phth!"

A bit of drool hit the paper. Mortified, Vanessa covered her fat black lips with her sleeve.

"I-i-innuh-" Babbling, drooling a wet spot into the arm of her jacket, Vanessa...

"Take 'em, girl," The white boy smirked. "They're all yours."

Th-the boy grabbed her. The smirking little shit grabbed her hairy pussy. Felt it through her black panties, felt her - backing Nessie up, pushing her ass against the wall...

"Ah...!" Vanessa, instinctively love-biting at his shoulder

He left. He fucking left her.

Just like that, he fucking left her gasping in the hallway. Wet, half collapsed, with a fist full of crumpled dicks. With more lewd pictures scattered on the floor.

"Sh-shtop!" Vanessa drooled impotently, slapping the wall at her back. Hurting her hand, and almost falling over. She snatched at the papers on the ground, while around the corner, in the direction of fucking Timothy and his boys...

"Yeah, I did it." Loudly - fucking loudly proclaiming - "Like I said, and Evidence right here on my hand - where's my five bucks?"

"Oh..." Nessie's hairy pussy lips drooled into her panties, a-and she ran. Double fisting her stacks of crumpled paper cocks, she ran a stumbling high-heeled run into the girl's restroom, and tossed the offending pictures into the waste bin. She didn't have time - she didn't have time, sh-she -

Vanessa yanked down her lacy black panties, and plopped her thick brown ass onto the toilet - spraying and spurting piss, thickened by syrupy arousal, in an irregular, embarrassing g-g-gush.

PsS!

"Oh my god." The toilet a few stalls down flushed.

And Vanessa held back her embarrassing torrent of pee. Lifting her heels, trying to disappear -

"Shh!" A second voice giggled, shushing. "Sh-"

"What the fuck...?"

"Shhh!" Shushing louder, g-giggling louder...!

The stall door slammed open. Heels clicked threateningly across the tile floor.

"Why are there dicks, everywhere, in the trash?! On the floor!"

"For God's sake - just let her be!" A second stall door opened. "She probably can't help it."

"Can't help having dicks everywhere?!" A short, scornful laugh - "Aren't the cocks she shoves in her mouth enough? Jesus." Nessie bit her hand. Fucking bit the fleshy bit where her thumb and fingers joined, and -

Pss.

Couldn't help it.

"... And thinking of the way that bitch lorded her fat black ass around, strutting and slutting her way up. At least she used to pretend. We ought to go back to separate bathrooms - Coloreds and Whites only. Seriously."

"Stop..." Vanessa whispered to herself, biting and drooling on her palm, spurting her spurts into the toilet.

Pss!

"S-stop! I'm serious - stop! That's... that's horrible. You can't say that!"

"But - would you listen to her?"

"Stop..." The negress pleaded, butt rocking back and forth. Shoving her fingers between her legs, clamping down on her puss, preventing more humiliating piss spurts.

"Every girl around here is thinking it. Separate bathrooms, I mean. Especially - did you see they got another one? I wonder how long before - "

Wham!

The stall door rattled - slapped from the outside. Vanessa jumped, guiltily removing her hand from her slit a-and piss spurted - !

"You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Pss! "Sorry! I'm sorry!" Nessie Lockley cried from her little stall, spraying the remainder of her pussy soaked piss into the toilet.

"Sss-sorry!" Vanessa squealed and, god, moaned.

"Hell, I can smell her." The mystery woman muttered, turning away. White... Bony white ankles, a slim silver chain for an ankle bracelet... left, moving towards the sinks. "I don't care what problems she has at home - no wonder she walks around like a poster for domestic ****. Whatever _thug _boyfriend that's been smacking her around must be just as tired as we are."

Oh, god! "Ghh - !" Waggling her heels in silent air-stomps - the fucking wh-white bitch!

Pss!

"I-I'm serious! Stop it! Just... I'm sorry. We're sorry, Miss Lockley."

"... Well, I'm not sorry." Vanessa's chastised tormentor finally muttered. "Someone needs to say something - look at the trash there. More like 'Miss Cockley'."

And the other girl, Vanessa's defender, cracked. Laughed, cutting through the tension. She laughed hard and loud, and clearly fighting it.

"S-stop!" She laughed, even harder, losing her battle.

Water ran - hands washed, a-and still-stifled laughter - "S-ha-stop. P-please. Let's go."

The women left. Finally. Finally, Vanessa was all alone.

Empty of piss, while her pussy twitched for more. I-it almost hurt to wipe, her stomach cramped like she'd done a thousand sit-ups, her h-hairy black vagina...

She needed to leave. Driven by fear, fear of her co-workers - of more women. Women who knew her - her smell, her black ankles...

She washed quickly, almost desperately. Still twitching, she hopped out of the bathroom, out of the hallway, out - all the way back to her office.

To Miss Cheryl's office. To -

Vanessa tripped, and fell the second she was in. Kicking the door closed - one heel flailing until it clicked shut... she crawled. Under her desk.

She curled up, and cried.

Sucking her thumb like a baby, with her other hand in between her legs - skirt pulled up, Vanessa s-spanked, hurting her bad, bad pussy. Comforting herself on one end, painfully pulling her stubborn pubic hairs with the other, trying to wrench them out - everyone knew, everyone - !

For minutes she twisted her pubes and her nips, and sucked and spanked, spanked, spanked -

The door flew open.

"What was that?!" Hannah screeched - her voice a loud, almost hysterical whisper.

Oh, shit! P-pulling at her skirt, dabbing her eyes, Nessie tried to make herself presentable. Ready t-to pop up like - she had just been fixing the computer cords, or grabbing a pen -

"Elly, what was that?" Vanessa froze, and shrank back down. Slowly receded back into her hidey-hole. "What did... do...?"

"I-I... I don't..." Vanessa's daughter blubbered.

"Y-you think I'm, like, gay or something?"

WHAP!

A sharp crack palm on flesh made Vanessa jump.

... Made her black daughter squeal.

"You think I'm...? Ugh!"

"N-no..."

"Well, I'm not! I'm not! You're the fucking pervert. N-nigger!"

Harder than any slap, the word reverberated through the small office. Hard and final.

"Don't look at me like that..." Little Asian Hannah whispered, her quiet voice tight with emotion. With fury.

"You did this. This! Elly... you kissed me!"

Oh, fuck! Vanessa's body stretched, straining against the unyielding walls of the desk well. Pushing, t-trapped, she grabbed her tits, her panties, t-twisting - !

"I... we... M-Miss Jenny - "

"Down here. Here! Why?! Why would you do that? Wh-wh-why would M-Miss Jenny - "

"Look!"

"What! Were! You! Thinking?!" Each word was punctuated by a wet slap - not a hand on flesh, but rather the sound...

The sound of Vanessa's daughter getting her sweet teenage face slapping into the diminutive Asian girl's pussy.

Vanessa almost exploded. Almost came, just from that.

"I'm _sth_orry..."

Jesus. Fuck! W-wet sounds -

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for being the dumbest fucking nigger in the whole god damn school?"

"Sorry for aping all over the tennis court? You fucking monkeys shouldn't even be allowed to compete. Y-you - AHH!"

Hannah's shriek made Vanessa's heart plummet, and her nigger fingers stop. Fear - fear that she had been caught -

"That - that's my butthole!"

"Ah - " Vanessa clamped her hand over her mouth, as her own hard nails stabbed inside her. The sound of... sounds of teen girls next to her...

It was too fucking much. Too much for her to stop.

"How - !"

Whap!

That was a slap. Muffled by hair, but s-still loud enough to -

"How is your tongue even long enough to do that??"

"I..." Elly's ashamed, abused whisper...

"I felt it inside me! You sick little lesbian - "

Little feet stepped on the thick carpet, and turned Hannah around.

"Is that what you want? Kiss-ass. Kiss my ass."

"Is this how you get your fucking grades? Answer... answer me. You probably kissed the ass of every teacher we had."

The fact that Vanessa so often came home to find her little girl studying relentlessly - even after Nessie had finished working late nights, even through dinner. Book open, turning pages through bites of her food...

And she fucking frigged herself. Her nigger self, to her ass eating l-little girl.

"N-no! I - "

Whap!

"Shut your lying face! That was you!"

"Mmp!"

"You can come out when you're ready to tell the truth!"

Fuck!

And that Vanessa herself had forbidden so many outings, restricted and managed her daughter's time, especially when she s-started found out her daughter was dating... James...

Don't tell her. Even with her fingers inside -

Fuck!

Vanessa's h-heart went out. Telling her daughter not to give in. The little nigger -

"Y-yes." Elly breathed, feet away. "I..."

"I bet they passed your black ass around the whole teacher's lounge, didn't they?"

"Ohp!" Elly squeaked. It didn't... didn't sound disapproving at all. The little bitch -

"Just like your mom up here. Two fucking nigger whores, together, m-making the grade..."

The wet sounds under the desk, across the room were becoming louder, more obscene -

"Oh my - oh my god. Holy - holy shit. Flick it in. You like that - flick it in, n-nigger."

Vanessa bit her nappy hair to muffle her noise. Crammed it in, and alternated grabbing her tits and muffling her lips. C-cumming...

Cumming...!

Hannah screamed.

Not from any orgasm.