Words with Fiends - 9

Sienna stood in front of her mirror, cupping her breasts. She'd never really been bothered by being flat chested. She was hot, and she knew it. She'd never had any problem attracting men, or wrapping them around her finger. It wasn't the size of your boobs that mattered, it was how you used them. Except...maybe that was just something she told herself to cope. She shook her chest back and forth in front of the mirror and watched them bounce. Ya, bigger is better.

The only problem was that it had been totally fine to just wear a tank top under her shirt or a bralette when she was an AA cup. She almost never wore a bra, and owned very few. Of course she could borrow from Kayla, except Kayla had been almost as flat as she was. Even if Kayla owned bras, they would fit her now.

It wasn't that she cared about her nipples poking through her shirt or showing off cleavage, that just meant bigger tips after all, but she was a very active woman, especially at work. She wanted some support, damn it.

She eventually managed to squeeze into a sports bra. It was tight, nearly too tight, but it held the girls firmly in place. It had the added bonus of hiding her new size, she didn't need anyone suggesting she'd had a boob job after all. She normally wore leggings to work, but unfortunately her new 'shelf' made them look obscene. She searched around her closet until she found a pair of flowy pants she'd bought on a whim but rarely wore because they didn't show off her figure. Which was exactly why she wore them now.

She finished getting dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Yeah, she was hot. Smoking.

She frowned. She really needed to get laid.

She didn't like to mix work and pleasure, but she could probably find someone to hook up with. She couldn't take care of her urges on her own, and she DEFINITELY wasn't going to ask Kayla for permission, she'd need to find some strong, dumb, man to do it for her.

Her shift went better than the night before. She wasn't under orders to flirt or be nice, so she was able to be her usually surly self and interact with her regulars normally. She did make just a little bit less in tips, but only a little. It was worth it not to have to kiss ass.

Just after 10 she was able to sneak outside to take a little break. In theory they were entitled to 30 minute breaks, but in reality it was all they could do to get away to use the bathroom during a busy shift, let alone take a real break. That's why she often went out to the back alley for her breaks. If they couldn't find her, they could call her back to work. She couldn't do it all the time or risk the ire of her fellow staff, but she did it as much as she could get away with.

Today she wasn't alone. Louis was out here, having a smoke.

She clicked her tongue, "You know everyone can smell it on you right? You aren't fooling anyone."

He grinned, "Ha, I'm not trying to fool anyone. Let them fire me, I don't care. 'sides, it's legal."

"Just because it's legal to smoke pot doesn't mean they can't fire you for being high at work." She sighed. She didn't really care if he got fired or not. Fuck, she didn't really care if she did, not right now, "Fuck it. Fine. Pass it over."

He laughed and passed her the joint. Smoking was not her favourite method of intoxication, she usually ate gummies or, even better, brownies. But it would do the trick. Now she just had to take a drag without coughing and looking like a fool. She put it to her lips, inhaled and...immediately started coughing.

"Damn, thought you could handle it."

She screwed up her eyes at him and took another drag, "I can too. Just...been a while."

She passed it back to him.

"Sure sure." He grinned at her.

At that moment it hit her. Crap, she thought, not now. But she couldn't resist it. She HAD to show him her panties. She just had to. Her body acted on it's own. Fuck, she'd totally spaced since she hadn't flash anyone since the other night!

Plunk! Her pants dropped to the ground. She stood there, shocked, as his gaze drifted down to stare at her panties. Fuck, how could she have forgotten about that?

Louis was stunned. But only for a moment. Then he whistled, "Damn girl. I know some chicks get horny when they're high, but you're next level."

She was just about to scoff, when she gave him another look. Louis was about as sharp as a marble, but he had abs she could grate cheese on. Not a bad choice.

"What can I say? I'm bored." She teased.

He flicked the joint away and strutted over, "Well maybe I can bust that..."

She cringed at his lame attempt to pick her up, but she was getting pretty ****. Unfortunately she doubted she could get him to eat her out. Guys like Louis spent very little time on foreplay in her experience. And no way was she going to blow him in hopes he reciprocated. There was only one way she saw herself getting off.

She shimmied out of her panties, "Well, do you have a condom?"

He course he did. Guys like Louis always thought they were going to get some. That's how she found herself holding herself up against the wall of the bar while he fucked her from behind. Not much up top, but he really was packing something special. Her moans of pleasure weren't all for show, he was doing it for her, but it just wasn't enough. She hadn't expected to cum from vaginal penetration alone, and she knew she'd have to take care of it herself. She reached down with one hand to rub her clit even as he pounded her.

"Louis..." She whispered, "I'm trying something..." She didn't know how to ask, but she needed to get this out, "A kink...I want you to give me permission to cum."

"Permission? Damn, that is kinky." He said.

Fuck, he's going to tell everyone, isn't he? She could worry about that later, right now she needed to get off. She was getting close, "Yeah...whatever, can you do that? Not now, when I ask."

"Sure baby, I got you." He smacked her ass and kept going, "And damn, I had no idea you were packing this dump truck."

Sienna sighed. Why had she decided to go for him, or all people? She'd better get off from this.

She was getting closer, closer...

"I'm gonna bust." Louis said.

"No, not yet."

"Fuck!" Louis suddenly stopped thrusting and pushed into her.

She was so close! She kept rubbing herself and turned her head to look at him, "Please, can I cum now?"

He pulled out and winked at her, "I dunno, can you?"

"F-fuck," She was right on the edge now, "Just say yes damn it!"

He pulled the condom off his dick and held it up, "You want it? You gotta earn it."

"You just fucked me!" She cried, "Now say yes!"

He shook his head, "Drink it." He shook the cum filled condom by her face.

Her hand moved away from between her legs in a rage and slapped the condom out of his hand. It landed on the ground with a splat. "Fuck you!"

She stormed over and grabbed her panties, and hurriedly dressed.

She grabbed the door to go back inside but paused and looked at him again, "Fuck you! Don't you dare tell anyone we fucked!"

She entered and slammed the door behind her.

Fuck! Now she was even more worked up! She needed to cum! And...and...fuck. She could really go for some pizza.

Kayla heard the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her bedroom door and peaked outside. She confirmed that Sienna had left for work and left her room. The tension between them had been unbearable. They'd never been friends, but this new animosity was hard to deal with.

The first thing she did was rush over to Sienna's room. She turned the handle and went inside. Sienna had actually returned most of her clothes while Kayla was at work. Of course she'd just thrown them in a pile on the floor, but she had returned them. The few things missing had probably actually been by accident. She scooped them up but then located her real target.

****.

Kayla scooped the entire contents of Sienna's underwear drawer into a garbage bag. She had originally planned to throw them in the garbage, but that would be stealing and not borrowing. Instead she had an entirely different plan.

She brought her ill gotten goods back to her room and opened her phone.

"Mammon, you're listening aren't you?" She opened Words with Fiends, "I want some help. Let me open my underwear drawer and add these clothes. I won't take anything. Only add."

There was no response from the app.

She rolled her eyes, "Don't pretend you're just an innocent little program. You heard me."

On the screen Mammon appeared, laughing, "A fine deal! But not without a price!"

Kayla sighed, "What do you want?"

Mammon pointed to the corner of the screen, "You have a heart! Play and I'll open your drawer so you can put all the underwear inside. Win or Lose."

"No tricks? Just a regular game?" Kayla asked.

Mammon bounced around the screen, "Noooo tricks!"

Fuck it. If she won it would be good for her anyway.

"Fine." She tapped start game.

She saw a word instantly. A word she'd probably regret. She searched desperately for another choice but couldn't find it. Fine. Whatever. She'd go for it. GAYER, 18 points.

Unfortunately Mammon destroyed her 18 points. QUATE. 44 points.

"What the fuck is quate?" She was screwed after just one. No, she could still win. She had to win.

She had the Z. If she could just...fuck. She couldn't figure out any way of tripling it, but there was a double word available. ZING, 28 points. Still behind.

Mammon countered with MAGIC for 20. It had a 30 point lead after two turns.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Would have have to use a punishment word? Probably. This game was so rigged.

She could do it. MAGIC had ended one away, and she had an S. Two in fact. Just play down and she'd hit the PW tile. Fuck. She kept having to win at the cost of a punishment, it wasn't fair! Although, she supposed that was probably the point.

She could just image what the punishment for this word would be. Still, she'd have to do it. SKIRTS, 51 points.

Mammon countered with HOWLS for 22, giving t a 1 point lead. It was definitely on purpose that the H was right above a PW tile. Just begging her to use it.

Well she wasn't going to touch it. JOWL, 28 points.

She was terrified that it would play there. With a 4x boost it would be easy, and there were lots of two letter H words.

On the screen Mammon shook it's head, "For want of a vowel..." It lamented. Then it played FIX for 13, using the I in MAGIC.

She'd won!

She pumped her fist in the air, "Yes!"

A notification popped up.

Choose your reward

• $1000 Cash
• Remove a punishment
• Give a punishment to a Friend

Give a punishment to a friend? Her only 'friend' in the game was Sienna. Did that mean...

No. She wouldn't do that. Messing with her underwear was one thing. That would be too far.

Her hand moved towards remove a punishment but Mammon popped up over the screen and waved its finger, "Hold on. Do you know what you are passing up? Give a punishment removes a punishment from you and gives it to someone else. It's even better than boring all remove a punishment. Don't you want to get ****?"

"Yes...no...fuck. Leave me alone." She didn't want to be tempted, but she was. She steeled her resolve and tapped on remove a punishment.

She decided to delete NECKWEAR, she was really tired of wearing this collar. The looks people gave her...well, the looks they gave her before they glanced down at her tits. The collar disappeared immediately.

"Ah. Much better."

Then of course, came her punishment.

SKIRTS - Say goodbye to pants, shorts, rompers, leggings...well, you get the point. It's skirts only from now on! You can't wear anything else on your legs.

Her pajama bottoms suddenly fell to the ground. She didn't bother trying to pick them back up again.

Mammon waved on the screen, "TIme for your plan! Go ahead!"

She heard a loud click. She rushed to her dresser and pulled the top drawer open. There they are. All her panties.

Unfortunately she wasn't about to break a deal with a demon. She started shoving all of Sienna's panties in there.

When she was done she moved to close it, but suddenly she lost control of her body. Her hands grabbed the panties she was wearing, the one's she'd just bought today, and slid them down her legs. She shoved those in the drawer too, then closed it.

"What? What gives?" She asked.

Mammon taunted her, "I said ALL the underwear. I meant all of it, including what you were wearing."

Kayla stood there bottomless, staring at her phone.

"Fuck you." She said to the fiend. Then she closed the app and threw her phone on her bed.

She grabbed a nightie from her closet and changed into it. Then she went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Unfortunately nothing was appealing. What she really wanted was pizza. The very idea made her mouth water.

She glanced at the phone. No, no, she couldn't do it.

She closed the fridge and went back to her bedroom. She'd just binge some trashy reality tv and try to think about something else. She wouldn't give it. Not that easily. It was just pizza after all...