The next steps in Lexie's submission

I take a quick look at my phone. Somehow, the display has helpfully switched to show the set-up that I have with Lexie:

Lexie Whittaker
Hotkeys
* Summon
* Give bra to the user (aware)

Effects
* Brings Up Her Body Regularly in Conversation (unaware, active)
* Submissive Tone of Voice with User (aware, active)
* Frequently looks to user's groin (aware, active)
* Accepts sexual attention from the user with no consquences (aware, active)
* Permanently hard nipples (aware, active)
* Occasionally stares at user's crotch when user is aroused (aware, active)
* Uses fun and dirty words for breasts, butt, and vagina (aware, active)
* Shows Cleavage (aware, inactive)
* Absentmindedly plays with nipples (aware, inactive)
* Hand brushes or absentmindedly rests on user's cock (aware, inactive)

Fortunately, Sam seems much more preoccupied with Lexie simply being there, while I keep casually caressing Sam's legs. Sam reaches down to put my bluge in my trousers as a non-verbal hint, and then abashedly pulls her hand away as she realises that this is not quite the subtle cue she might prefer to give. Lexie's eyes are drawn straight to my bulge.

I position my fingers carefuly over my phone screen as I set it on the counter.

"Ah-ha-ha-hummm," Sam laughs, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Ah, that's not what it looked like Lexie."

Lexie looks up at Sam, also blushing, worrying that she's gotten caught staring. "What wasn't?" she says, trying to sound aggressive but instead coming across slightly defensive.

"Um," Sam says, looking at me. "Jacob and I are playing a game. It, it's a sort of a dare, really," she stammers. I decide to position her in front of me by guiding her hips, and she immediately thrusts her butt against by bulge, grinding against it for half a second.

Lexie relaxes. "Whatever floats your boat, Sam," she says, slightly dismissively, but finding herself softening her tone more than she expected. "It doesn't bother me if you and si- and Jacob have some sort of ultra-handsy work dynamic. That's between the two of you. I hope that you enjoy it," she says, looking more to me than to Sam.

I move alongside Sam again, who looks to me with plates for eyes. That answer is definitely not what she was expecting. Her hand cups the tent in my trousers again, and just as quickly withdraws. Lexie's eyes are once more drawn downwards.

I look to Lexie with a grin. "So, we don't actually know what's going on with Vanessa", I say to her brightly, causing her to snap out of her reverie and blush again as she looks up to catch my gaze. I raise my eyebrows admonishingly. so that she knows I caught her looking. She blushes deeper, but I continue without acknowledging. "Suddenly, she started unbuttoning her shirt and posing to let us see her tits down her shirt."

Lexie stammered. "Be-begging y-your pardon Jacob," she said, struggling against the words, "but if Vanessa wanted to unbutton her shirt, that seems to me perfectly reasonable. A woman doesn't have to dress for your approval," she said. Apparently feeling that this was not sufficiently submissive, she quietly added, ".... sir." Lexie winced gently as she said the word.

Sam took the opportunity to get back into the conversation with the upper hand. "I'm not sure that Jacob disapproved, exactly," she said, her voice an attempt at wry sarcasm. This was immediately undercut by her patting my cock as a demonstration of the fact that I might have enjoyed it. She pulls her hand away as though she'd been burned. "what the fuck is wrong with me?" she mutters to herself, almost too quiet for me to hear.

Lexie is looking at my bulge as she says, "No, I suppose not," she says.

Now is the time to test how acceptable my attentions are, I think. "I think you'd look pretty sexy yourself, Lexie, if you were to unbutton your shirt a bit."

Lexie looks up to me. There is a complicated expression on her face, and she looks to Sam. "Um," she says. "Um, thank you Jacob. But, b... begging your f-forgiveness," she says, struggling again with her words, "should you really be talking to me that way at work?"

"... What way?" asks Sam. "Isn't that actually a pretty decent complement?"

Lexie looks to me and blushes. "Um... okay," she says.

"In fact," I tell her, tapping my phone to activate Show cleavage, "why don't you unbutton your shirt a bit to let us see some of what you're keeping in there?"

Lexie found herself uncertainly reaching for her shirt buttons, and undoing one. "Um. I don't.... er....," she says. "My tits aren't very big. I'm worried that I might have to undo a few buttons to show you very much," she adds, undoing another button. She seems less anxious about her lack of deep cleavage, and more about the actual unbuttoning, but her words don't betray that.

"Doesn't bother me, how about you Sam?" I ask, caressing her inner thigh.

Sam does her very best to give a nonchalant shrug as I draw a finger over her mound, through her trousers.

Lexie ultimately undoes four buttons. It's enough to show a good amount of her bra. "Oh right, that's the bra you were telling me about earlier," I say to her.

Lexie nods, relaxing a little as she gets into her conversational element. "Yeah. I have to say that something about it is really chafing against my eraser-heads," she says. She looks to Sam. "I was telling Jacob earlier about how this bra is really unconfortable against the hickey my boyfriend gave me, and whenever my nips get stiff. Well now for some fucking reason I'm now on constant high-beam, and it's really killing me. That much I can understand about Vanessa, though... " she hesitates. "Though I don't know... why she was showing off... her chest to you..." she finishes, confused and embarrassed at her apparent hypocrisy.

I pushed things a bit further, tapping another button. "If it's bothering you that much, Lexie, why don't you just give the bra to me?"

Lexie's eyes went wide. "Oh!" she says, as she starts hesitantly reaching in to her shirt. "Um.... uh.... ," she says, as she rummages around. Her eyes might look to Sam as though Lexie is surprised that she didn't have the idea herself, but I know it for something more like frightened shock. "Uh, sure!" she says, as she unclips her bra.

As she fishes her arms into her shirt to take the bra off, her now mostly-open shirt flares to reveal her now permanently stiff nipples. She looks to me with anxiety, but does not react noticably to me looking at the opening of her shirt.

She finishes the act of fishing out her bra. "Here you go, sir," she says with the automatic intonation of customer service --- possibly the most authentically she's ever done it. She closes her eyes in mortification. It's unclear whether it was from giving me her undergarment, or for how easily and readily she called me 'sir'. Well, of course it is probably the combination of the two.

"I'm sure that's much better," I tell Lexie. "And may I say that seeing this much of your tits is very nice, too," I add.

Sam chuckles the laugh of a student who is not sure they are clear of social scrutiny themselves. "Careful Jacob. The way you're sweet-talking Lexie, she might think you're trying to get together with her," she says. She cups my bulge, but this time seems to try to make as though she is teasing me for having the hots for Lexie.

Lexie stares at where Sam's hand is. She looks to me with anxiety. "I'm... glad that my titties bring you pleasure," she says, not entirely ****. "And my nipples feel so much better now."

"How does the rest of you feel?" I ask.

She looks directly to you. "Thanks for asking, Jacob. I don't know what to feel, exactly, about suddenly feeling the urge to practically show you my rack or to give you my bra. But I can't deny that it's making my cunt get a bit wet," she finishes conversationally. Her nipples make are prominent tents in her shirt.

"I'd love the chance to feel that for myself," you tell her.

Sam perks up. "Ohh, I felt that. He really would."

Lexie looks at Sam with a bit of irritation. "That's fucking weird, Sam," she says. "It's, um, it's okay... for Jacob to let me know he's... thinking of me sexually, but I don't need your running commentary."

Sam blushes, and looks to me. I decide to straighten things out. "Lexie, Sam was just making a statement of fact. As it happens, thinking of feeling your wet pussy did make my cock throb just then. I think you should apologise to her."

"Oh." Lexie doesn't manage to say something for a good ten second, apparently fighting some internal struggle. She looked to me earnestly. "I'm sorry Jacob. Please... accept my apology for making things awkward." She turned to Sam, her face tensing with something less respectful. "And Sam... while I... don't think it's appropriate for you to tell me about how you feel Jacob respond to thinking of my moistening cock-socket while you're cupping his erection, I'm... sorry for... not being more respectful about addressing it." She turns to you. "I hope that is satisfactory, s-- Jacob."

"Yes, that's fine, Lexie," I told her simply. "I like the way your nipples poke through your shirt, by the way."

Lexie looks down, and blushes. "I'm glad you like it. Um.... while my tits feel much better without my bra on, I'm a bit worried about... how much customers might also like how I'm dressed," she says, again picking her way around words: like with Sam last night, it's as though there is something keeping her from complaining about her shirt being open and her nipples not being covered by a bra. Something that obviously didn't apply to her or to Vanessa regarding their very stiff nipples. "As much as I appreciate... you letting me give it to you, I might need it when I make my next deliveries."

Sam furrowed her brow. "Why's that, Lexie? No-one's going to give you any hassle about you giving your girls some air."

Lexie furrowed her brow. "Um.... really? Because it really looks to me like these two sluts are about ready to come out and party," she says bluntly, giving her chest a short wiggle. She looks to me, and my groin, to see if I'm watching. And of course I am.

The pizza oven beeps. "I'll go pack those pizzas," I tell her. I take my phone and her bra with me. "Look Lexie, you should have thought about that before giving me your bra. It's no good for you anyway, you said yourself," I add.

"I guess," Lexie says, unconvinced but resigned.

I go and box the pizzas in the oven, and hand them to Lexie. "Go on, Lexie, it'll be fine. You can tell me later how it makes your pussy feel."

Lexie frowns, looking more than a little confused, but nods. "Okay. Thanks. I'll see you soon," she says to me. She turns to Sam. "Later," she says with a distinctly more dismissive tone of voice.

Sam looks to me. "God, Lexie. Headlights or not, that one's not exactly a ray of sunshine. Do you think she's compensating?"

Something about this remark strikes me as odd...