Hot Hand Hannah

"Uh, what... what was it?"

Elaine could tell almost right away - the Hannah that had entered her mother's office, was not... not the same girl who left.

Making a point of securing the office door behind her, slanted eyes roamed casually over the black girl's body, making Elly shift in her out-of-place black flip-flops, while a smug, mysterious smile...

Something wasn't right. And, with her worst fears already having played out in her mind, her worst embarrassments, Elaine could only imagine - "What... what happened?"

"Oh, you know... Miss Thomas is just sorting out your, um, m-mom's place."

The Asian girl was nervous. But, Elly's high school classmate had always been always a little nervous. And, Hannah now sounded... excited behind her nerves, rather than insecure.

She looked excited, almost devilish, and flipped her shiny, straight black hair.

"I think we can ignore any more, um, noises that come from her office for a little bit, here."

Blood drained from Elaine's dark face. She... she had tried, tried to act, and pretend, a-and for a moment Hannah had regarded her warily - distant, and skittish, just like high school. For a m-moment, Elly, bloated with stuffed panties, with a jumpy clit h-had been okay, had been closer to her true self, had been familiar, and better...

"Oh." The negro teenager o-only lightly held her sour tummy. "Th-that's..."

I-it... Hannah, and Cheryl - Christ, her mother. Her mom's... Elly resentfully kicked a cardboard box of her mother's stuff into the cubicle corner, nudging it along with her feet, instead of her hands.

"You know, Miss Thomas calls your mom... names."

Christ. "Oh." Not turning, getting the box perfectly nestled in...

Hannah was blessedly quiet for a moment. Long enough that Elly's back unknotted for a moment, that some measure of peace -

"Didn't your mom used to be, like, a big deal around here?"

"She - she is!" Elly snapped, reflexively defensive. Whirling back, fists clenched, glaring at Hannah's stupid face - watching the Asian girl flinch - !

"She's..."

The flinch, the surprise, didn't last long.

"Mhm." Hannah raised a straight, cool eyebrow.

"Have you seen her lately?"

Elly... Elly couldn't answer. What she had seen, and done -

"Guess things sure switched around for her... huh? For your mom. From being on top, what everyone wants, to..."

Hannah... wasn't talking about her mother. Elaine was sure - not... not just about her mother. I-insecurity, her own... what she had...

"She's fine," Elly muttered unconvincingly. God, the teenager needed the panties out of her poor, swollen pussy. Her u-used, black - "She's fine. She's just - "

Almost inaudible noises, and squeals interrupted Elaine - carried through the thick walls and heavy door.

Her heart plummeted.

"... I-it's none of your business, anyway."

Hannah's expression was almost... she looked almost high. The more Elly shrank... eyes shiny, mouth puckered with forbidden secrets, the newly minted secretary twisted one heel into the floor.

"Of course its my business. Its exactly my business, Elaine." Increasingly bossy, and inexplicably almost a-angry, Hannah advanced a-and closed, "I've worked pretty... closely... with your mom even before this - and with you here, and me in charge..."

Backed into a corner, the black girl felt her heel hit a box. A-almost tripping, with her highschool classmate in her face -

Slanted eyes narrowed to slits, and then fluttered wide in some realization.

"Oh my god," Hannah half-laughed, and half gasped.

J-Jesus! The shorter woman grabbed Elaine's chin, sh-she looked at Elly's cheek and poked her d-damn swollen lip!

"Ow!"

"Um, oh my god - Elly. I didn't see it. Who's been hitting you?"

Hitting... sh-shame, and self-blame...

"Stop..." Elly squirmed, but Hannah was relentless. Disturbingly e-excited.

"Is it - was it Miss Thomas?" Her voice was a whisper. Happily conspiratorial, l-like Elly would... like wanted to - "Was it Mister Barrington? Oh my god, Elly, James..."

James! Her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend...

With a sudden surge of anger, bristling from pokes and pain, Elly pushed back. Shook her head, and took her ground back.

"James had nothing to do with - with nothing." H-how dare - ! "Nothing! What the hell are y-you - !"

But Hannah was barely even listening. Look at, probing at Elly's lip again l-like - Jesus! Elly fended her attacks off, she - "Your mom! You are. You are like her! You - "

"Stop!" Elly growled, as loud as she dared. "I'm nothing like that b-bitch!"

"A-and you - " Instinctively... "Who did you think you are? Coming at me, at my mom??" Instinctively defending her family, even as she... her god damned mom, E-Elaine - "What - what is the matter with you??"

Christ, she - ! "You think I don't... you think... I remember you, you sneaky little f-freak!"

They were almost out of the cubicle. Almost in the hallway, somehow, even though Elaine didn't remember taking the steps that put her there. Gathering herself, breathing... breathe!

Elly expected Hannah to be tearing up. The young secretary wasn't. I-if anything, little fist clenched, she -

The office door crept open beside the teenagers, interrupting their moment of silent tension.

Turning the tension onto Elly's mother.

Jesus. God. Standing, with a slack-dumb banged-up face and a fucking rolled up diaper in hand.

"Accident, Nessie?" Hannah curled her lip contemptuously, gesturing to the bizarre parcel.

"... Oh..." Elly's mother breathed, eyes almost glazing over.

"... Oh..."

"U-um, no!" She focused. Elaine's mom thankfully... "I mean... it wasn't... it wasn't a-a..."

"No, um, accident. I... Miss..."

"Elly?" The floundering black woman looked to her daughter, almost as if pleading.

Looking completely lost, and utterly humiliated, she tilted her diaper in Elly's direction.

She held it out a bit.

"What are you... n-no! Are you serious?! Mom!" With Hannah w-watching! Raising her hands, backing away -"God, Mom! Gross - I'm not touching that!"

"No! No, I-I wasn't...!"

Lying or not, the negress walked - bumbled towards Hannah's waste basket and dropped it in, just as a man passed. Long-legged, older, white and fast walking -

The three colored women froze. Elly s-smoothed her skirt while Hannah raised a nervous 'hi' hand.

He left without even a glance, a-and Hannah, between clenched-shut teeth -

"Get... that stinking thing out of my trash, Ni-... Nessie."

"Sorry. Um, s- "

Bending to retrieve it - Elly saw it coming. Saw it, and winced even before it landed.

Hannah casually slapped the negro woman's bent-over ass.

"Yip!"

"Hurts?" Snide, a-and catty - "Why is that - did Mommy give you a little bitty reminder?"

Th-this... everything was going downhill. Elly... Elly didn't understand how - how fast... it was l-like everyone knew, like what she had done...

"We could hear from out here, you know."

Her mom.

It was her mother's fault.

"Did Elly know you get spankings at work?"

Jesus!

"I guess she does now," Hannah smirked.

Her eyes... her narrow black eyes were shiny - practically glowing. Sh-she -

Grabbed a sealed white envelope off her desk.

"Since youre heading off to take care of your diaper - I got a note here from another secretary when I was here earlier. For you, Nessie."

Speechless, reaching for the letter with her non-diaper hand -

Hannah flipped her wrist up, putting it just out of reach.

"Did you need to do anything for Miss Thomas? I don't want you becoming distracted."

For Elly, watching her mother reach for the envelope - pathetic and toyed with by her classmate, in the workplace...

It was a new kind of low. Different than all the others.

"N-no. No, Miss Hannah." Finally Elly's mom stopped grabbing.

"No, Miss Cheryl said... she'll need me. A lot." The black woman's eyes lit up a bit. And... fell. "But, later. Not now." The message slapped into the black woman's hand.

"Good. Run along then. Stay out of trouble."

Elaine's fingernails bit her palms. O-ordering her mother...

"Uh, yes." The older woman's poofy Afro bobbed. "Yes, Miss Hannah."

With a final, apologetic glance back at her daughter, fishnet-clad brown legs retreated, dodging a spot of temporary office traffic.

"... I cant believe that... thing there is your mom. Perfect Elly..."

"... What is wrong with you?" Elly breathed, and blinked.

Hannah ground a heel into the floor, and looked down at her shoes. For a moment, playing across her face, anger and confusion -

"I-its not your turn, anymore," She muttered cryptically. "Miss Thomas..." Almost... ashamed.

"You're not so perfect, anyway, Elly." The Asian teen bristled. "What's wrong with you? Um, who - who are you t-to - ?"

The slim, raven-haired girl got something off her desk - her phone. Flipping through...

"Guess what's out there? Guess what other people - everyone - thinks of you?"

"It's not just me," The Asian teen babbled, still thumbing along the device. "Everyone, everyone that knows..."

She held the phone, putting the screen right up to Elly's face.

"Who wants to see these girls a little wetter?!"

Elaine almost fell right on her black butt at the words. The echo of her memories, and the awful cheers of approval. In front of her, from an angle - a view she hadn't experienced, hadn't seen, had never wanted to imagine...

Shaky, poor camerawork, obscured by partygoers, clearly revealed a lone black teen, stumbling around the stage in a line of twenty-something white college girls.

Hannah frowned, and immediately began fumbling with her smart phone, to turn down the volume. In a moment it was muted, b-but...

But Elly stared. In her still-clearing hangover, where it couldn't be muted - in her head, the drunken eternity of mere days ago was right in front of her.

"Stop..." The colored girl tried to turn away - to not look. But her eyes followed, drawn in, glued to the unfolding scene.

"Not everyone knows. But... you're getting around a little. Especially some of the boys, I bet. Elaine Lockley - always taken, always proud..."

Hannah continued, but Elly didn't... couldn't hear her. She hadn't been proud. She'd... she'd been busy, and studying, and sports, and J-James, and... boys didn't e-even...

In Elly's head, they were shouting. The frat boys. The girls. The announcer.

Cold water splashed her, piercing her upraised hands. Soaking screen-Elly's flimsy white 'I Consent' shirt while she struggled against the hosing she gotten on stage, until her whole body was drenched, her breasts, nipples and... Jesus - the film taker focused right on her. Zoomed in on her miserable face and contrarily perky, bouncing brown breasts. Clearly visible stiff nipples and puffy areolae -

"... Shaking her big tits for everyone."

"Stop it!" Loud as she dared, snatching at the phone -

Hannah kept it away. Like the letter, from her mom - b-but Elly couldn't resist. Even a-as she saw herself falling i-into the same position, she... "Stop - !"

"Shut up!"

Hannah looked more than a little surprised, when Elly did sh-shut up. When the teenaged negress stopped flailing, and grabbing... and settled for glaring in impotent fury.

I-in crushing humiliation. At Hannah. At her flip-flops.

"Quiet," Elly's classmate instructed, dusting away invisible wrinkles from her suit, and drawing herself up to her full, rather unimpressive height.

Elaine... hardly cared, anymore. In her head - teammates, and strange classmates alike were looking at her. Boys a-and girls. They would have seen her. Maybe even teachers, a-and -

Hannah. Hannah had seen...

Elly covered her poor, bruised t-tits. Crossing arms over her braless breasts, she squeezed them flat behind the thin protection of her dress.

The Asian girl laughed.

"I can see those balloons any time I want to, any way I want to, stupid." Hannah waggled the phone suggestively. "Put your arms down."

Arms...

D-down.

"That... uh, that's good." Hannah blinked. "Good girl," She smiled.

God, she s-smiled, and flicked - "Mp!" F-flicked Elaine's pokey nipple without a thought.

"You quiet? Ready to listen?"

"First, I'm looking forward to working with you, Elaine."

Looking forward to... in some mockery of professionalism, Hannah... in her best authoritative, dispassionate tone...

"Miss Cheryl says I'm in charge, right? Well, I don't want to have to go to her for your sass. You're going to act like I'm in charge, got it? Um, I am in charge. I am. And you - you're going to show it."

Half speech, half seemingly reassuring herself, Hannah -

"You're going to show it. Got it?"

Christ! "Nh!"

F-flicking Elaine's nipple again - the same one, the same s-spot - !

"Got it!" Elly hissed.

"Hold still!" Hannah snapped.

"You, um, have been hit, haven't you? And, you just, like... take it."

"Don't you? Like your..."

"Wow. Wow."

"What if... what if I thought you needed a hit? For cursing, and pushing, and yelling?" Hannah nodded, as if she... as i-if her rationale w-wasn't insane, wasn't simply abusive, and -

Elly didn't say a word. Tears in h-her eyes, she just... stood.

"I... I'm going to hit you." Hannah licked her pretty, unadorned lips. "Um, just... just once. You're going to take it. Okay?"

The black girl didn't... what was she supposed to say? And, Hannah waited, as if Elly had an answer, a-as if -

"I-I... if..." Sh-she...

"Okay," Elly whispered.

Christ, the smaller girl practically bounced in excitement.

Hannah looked around, craning her neck to peer up and down the hallway. Taking a breath, she wound up her arm.

"Hands by your sides."

Hands... k-keeping them down, overriding the anticipatory twitch of her shoulders, her -

WHAP!

Elaine didn't even have time to blink. Feeling her face whip to the side - the taste of copper and rush of adrenaline -

"Jeez!" Hannah frowned, shaking her hand. "My palm hurts."

Elly's cheek was on fire! What the f-fuck -

WHAP!

"HNnh!" Fuck! Elaine almost slapped back, almost snapped on the crazy little Asian b-

"That's for giving me that... look. Understand?"

Crazy. Sh-she was c-crazy. Tears, and pain -

"Understand?"

"Y-yes," Elly muttered, and averted her eyes. Not wanting to... no more looks.

"That's 'Yes, Miss Hannah'. Always - Miss Hannah."

A hand drifted towards the black girl's face, a-and flinching -

"Don't flinch," Hannah frowned.

"Y-yes. Miss."

Elly - Elly didnt flinch. She -

"Miss Hannah."

Stilling herself, controlling herself, the back of the shorter woman's hand, her skin and delicate knuckles caressed Elaine's injured cheek.

S-stop...

"That's... good. Wow. U-um... you just... you just, um...

"You took it good, Elly."

Elly turned a bit. Turned her face a bit away. But, not enough.

Hannah's touch followed her.

"Elaine. Elaine Lockley," The Asian girl's voice was liquid - tasting the name. "Unbelievable."

"It's so warm..." The same touch compared with Elly's other cheek, returning...

Caressing...

The hand finally, finally dropped.

"But, it doesn't show up much, does it? Just a little darker."

"Yes, M-Miss Hannah," Elly rep-

The black girl bit her tongue.

Bitch.

"We have a lot of work to do. A lot on you."

Just... just keeping herself from yelling, or running away, made Elly's tummy squirm. Her t-tummy...

"... That's a 'Yes, Miss Hannah'."

"... Yes, Miss Hannah."

Hannah visibly shivered. A-and Elaine... Elly's spine sh-shivered, too. The two former high school classmates, the girl Elly didn't even know was her rival, who had barely been a blip on her radar, w-was...

"A lot of work. And you're going to show it. Especially, in front of Miss Thomas. Yes?"

It... replying p-properly wasn't getting any easier. If anything, Elaine's throat and tongue got thicker, resisted it more.

But... but her cheek stung.

"Y-yes, Miss Hannah."

The Asian girl smiled.

"See? Not so bad. We're not in high school anymore - this is the real world. Here."

She turned, and turned Elly, grabbing the black girl's elbow.

"Um, label the boxes," Hannah pointed. "And... we'll need a dolly, to get them out of here. I suppose you don't know where that is. And, you'll need to be getting refreshments, and I suppose you don't know where those are, either?"

Elaine... didn't. Of c-course she... she didn't really... there's no reason she...

"N-no. No. Um, Miss Hannah," The black girl s-squirmed.

"So, I'll have to take time away to show you, that, too." The Asian girl sighed, holding out a slim permanent marker.

Elly snatched it. She... she wasn't even supposed to be there. Bending over to attend the boxes -

"Oh my god." Hannah coughed.

"Would you...?" Elly sucked in frustrated air through her teeth - "I... I'm doing it, okay?"

"F-forget that." Hannah waved a hand. She scooted out of the cubicle - looking around, peering for oncomers, "You... when you bent over - I thought that was your mom, clinging around here. That's... that's really obnoxious," Half-laughing, half sounding like her throat was closing -

"Elaine - that's you!" Wh-what was Hannah babbling - "That smell! You're... you... oh my god. Oh my god - it was not like that a moment ago. What did you do??"

"N-nothing!" Jesus - Hannah tried to lift her dress! Elaine, r-running away, circling the desk, with her hands holding her hem down, tried t-to -

Sh-she was leaking. Leaking, i-in front of -

"Y-you showed me my tits, alright! Th-that night, on your phone! Okay? I... I'm... it's not - " Christ, the way Hannah was circling, stalking, chasing Elly around the desk, inside the cubicle - "You humiliated me and shouted a-and poked my face and slapped me a-and - !"

"Wait - " Hannah stopped, with a guffaw. "That... that made you mess your panties?"

The Asian teen laughed. Laughed, out loud. A-at Elly.

Oh, god. More... t-twitching... "N-no..." Elly backpedaled, "No, I-I didn't say - "

"Yes! Yes, you did. Oh my..."

"C-come here." Another look around, and Elaine's peer rummaged around the office supplies - coming up with a small spray bottle. "I thought... cleaning up your mom's stuff... come here. Lift your dress."

N-no...

"Elly - now!"

"N- Hannah - M-Miss Hannah, please." Elly pleaded. "Just - I'll use the bathroom, I'll... this is crazy. U-um - "

"Listen, do you even know where the bathrooms are?" Miss H-Hannah dismissed scornfully, "And, what are you going to do exactly - soak your panties in the sink? Rub your... your snatch, one leg up on the faucet? What if someone walks in - I'm going to be seen with you around here!" The Asian secretary lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "How do you think... I have to work here! You think I - ?"

A small, flat hand sliced through the air, palm down.

"Why am I explaining myself? Lift up that silly dress, and don't talk back."

Trapped, and cornered, a-and with the image of getting caught by a stranger while washing h-her needy black twat in the bathroom stuck in her head...

Hannah... Hannah wasnt t-taking 'no' for an answer. And, with a look around of her own - the cubicle was... was kind of private. K-kind of.

Jesus. H-how did she get to - ? Elly... Elly shamefully, slowly, lifted her dress. Up her thighs - it d-didn't have far to go, but... sliding, revealing her hot mound, while Hannah, a-another girl, stooped with spray bottle in hand -

"Oh my - how old are those panties?" Hannah exclaimed, absently lifting the black girl's wrist for her - helping Elly's dress up with her free hand.

Oh, g-god. Her stupid, childish, animal-print panties -

"They're... they're all I had. Most - m-most if my panties are at, um, college," Elaine lied.

"They, um - "

Elly's rival sprayed her soaking wet pussy.

"Ugh. This close... smelly... Smelly Elly," Hannah smirked. A-and sprayed again. Cool mist shot, wetting Elly's thighs and crotch, a-and prodded by Hannah's hand, turned. Turned in circles, scented droplets scattered on the black girl's dark skin, and turned her wet panties into a clingy, see-through mess.

"Is it... always like this? With you girls? Your mom..."

The burning in Elly's cheeks had nothing to do with getting slapped around. Sh-she -

"Back this way." Misting her all around, making her twirl, Hannah stopped Elly in front of her.

The young secretary turned her head away, and closed her off-eye.

"Hhk!"

Hannah p-pinched the elastic waistband of Elly's panties, and misted right inside.

J-Jesus. She misted and sprayed a-and practically f-filled the gusset of - Elly squirmed b-but -

"I... I guess... there." The elastic waistline snapped back. And Hannah looked up, looked a little sick.

A little bemused.

"I... I can see you, poking out. Elaine - you're almost, like, tenting your poor little animal panties."

F-for a second, frozen, still holding her dress up, Elly thought... thought Hannah was going to touch her thick, erect button. A little finger, topped by a short fingernail crept, and moved in, a-and -

The phone rang, and two teenage colored girls swiftly, guiltily straightened their clothes in a hallway cubicle of TAC.