Desk Duty

"The calls are coming in for your mom," Hannah hung up the phone and, legs crossed, she turned her chair toward the black girl assembling carefully arranged tabs and papers into a binder.

Elly cringed, and inserted another folder divider. Kneeling, working, on the floor beside her high school classmate's desk - it was almost the same position she had been in with Miss Cheryl the previous day. With her badges.

But Hannah...

"What are these appointments for, anyway? What is it that slu-... your mom does around here all day?"

Miss Hannah was not like Miss Cheryl.

Miss Hannah was mean. She had become mean. A-and the more Elly talked back...

The colored girl pressed her sore lips together.

"Miss Cheryl told you - she's helping. She's doing important work." More than Hannah, at any rate - just doing e-mailed and taking calls and being bossy. Elly's mom even got a head pat when Elaine and Hannah had been allowed in, and had her own paperwork, important paperwork, a-and -

"Eyes, Elly! Bad!" Miss Hannah snapped, swiveling her shaved legs in her chair.

Shit.

Elly turned her head away from her former classmate's reach, and earned herself a little slap for her effort. A slap that kept the black girl's face forward, a-and -

"Mng?!"

Hannah p-pinched her nose! The little - ! Elaine winced, humiliated, her face trapped in place by Hannah's painful little fingers.

"I thought you were smart! How many reminders do you need to stop, like, perving, Elly?!"

"I wasn't - !" The pinch shifted from the black girl's broad nose to her thick lips, shutting her up.

"... Permmving," Elaine muttered.

... Mostly shutting her up.

"That's sexual harassment, what you're doing." Hannah's wrist flexed, tilting Elaine's face down. "Those little looks of yours."

Elly was the one harassing?! Hannah was pinching her damn lips and nose! Her b-butt, too, every chance she got! Not nice pinches, either - d-disciplining her like... like she... like Hannah's dangling, cheaply-shod Asian feet were s-some holy... some sex object, th-that Elly couldn't even...

Couldn't even glance at...

"Elaine!"

Ouch!

"Sh-smop!" A hard twist, and the coppery taste of pain - "Ow - showrry!"

"What was that?"

Pinching Asian fingers went low - one hand for each of the black girl's big braless breasts - H-Hannah excruciatingly pinched and t-twisted -

"Uee! Sorry!" Elly squealed, and squirmed.

"I'm sorry! I w-wont look! I won't, I..." Eyes on the floor, moderating her tone through the pain - Jesus if they were seen by a passerby -

"I've heard. Maybe you'll remember this time," Hannah sneered, and let go. A-and looked around for both of them, while Elly rubbed her poor boobs, a-and folded her arms across her chest, barring further pinch ****.

"Hmph. You should cover those things up." Elly deflected a-a sharp-nailed poke to her tits - barely, downcast eyes unable t-to see... "How you bounced around the court in varsity without toppling is beyond me."

G-gosh. Elly squeezed her girls tighter. Sh-she...

"Sorry," Elly muttered on reflex.

"Hmph." The next poke got through. Hard, and accusing, jabbing Elaine's jiggly breast

"I, um..." Hannah swallowed.

"What-whatever. That's in the past, now" Hannah swallowed, and straightened her navy skirt, retracting her poke and spreading her legs a bit.

B-bad.

Elly lowered her eyes, swiftly, to the floor. T-to her papers, her folder, her work - a-and couldn't even read Hannah's expression, to know if she was going to be punished. Miss Hannah, above her, capricious and... and looking - the tension in Elaine's back knotted - guilt, punishing her, coiling her up like a spring, where if Hannah would j-just hit her, at least she'd know...

Whap!

"Aah!"

Elly's papers went flying when the ass spank came - just as her body was relaxing into a kneel by the secretary's desk. Her little box of labels, and all her work, scattered and slid in one spastic jerk.

"What... Elly! You seriously - you did that on purpose!"

"Me?!" Elaine scoffed. Hannah had hit...! R-rubbing her bruised butt - "What the hell, Hannah! You hit me!"

"Watch your tone! You think that's going to stop if you throw things?" Elly didn't... even th-though she didn't mean to... "Maybe you just want to make a mess every time until you can look wherever you l-like? Maybe, instead, you could try not peeping - hmm?"

Elly opened her mouth, ready to sneer some... some retort -

She got it pinched shut. A-again.

"No j-jibber jabber. Shut up and clean up your mess."

"Meff?"

"Yes, dum-dum." Elaine was not - !

"Mm mot ah dum-!"

"Shush!" A t-twist to Elly's thick, bruised lips stopped the colored girl's words - but not her glare. "You're not going to make Miss Thomas look bad."

"Muh!"

Let go... all of Elaine's work was scattered. Sh-she picked, and gathered in her hands, a-and took some grim satisfaction in making her rival scoot out of her way.

"Elly..."

"I'm picking my mess up, like you asked."

Into the desk well, where Hannah's f-feet and legs had been resting.

"Elly - Elaine. Come out. Elaine!"

Whatever was making Hannah whisper uncomfortably, could only be good.

"Do you want this picked up or not?" Taking her time, in the confined space below Hannah's desk, ignoring a hard pinch to her flaunted rear, Elaine's lips curled into a grim smile..."Make up your mind. A good - "

"Elly - you look like we're - Out! Get out!"

Sighing exaggeratedly, Elaine turned - sticking her head up over the edge of the desk -

"No! In - in!"

"Mp!"

Hannah's office chair scooted forward and, in the well of the small secretary desk, Elaine Lockley became a squished brown ball of a girl. Cramped, with her throat pressed uncomfortably by the edge of the Hannah's chair - and her chin on top of it.

In the dimly lit recesses of Hannah's desk, her face was in the teen secretary's skirt.

"Um!" Hannah bounced in her seat, trying to reposition, and trying to close her skirt - but with Elly's pigtailed head parting her knees, the taut material sprang right back into place.

"Hi! Hi. Sorry, um... how can I... you're here to see Miss Thomas?"

Elly was still. Absolutely still, and silent, and trapped - a-and she hadn't taken a proper breath when Hannah had shoved h-her, but...

"Hi back there, Hannah," Brand's familiar, surprisingly comforting voice allowed Elaine t-to... breathe. "Yes, her and the brownie twins - but no need for that. I'll knock on in, in a second."

The black stars floating in front of Elly's eyes receded. Her burning lungs...

Her stiff nipples brushed against Hannah's bare shins, as she sucked in air. Hot, wet air, delicately flavored by Asian femininity.

"You know. She's probably, like, s-sniffing around somewhere," Hannah laughed weakly, shifting in her seat and swallowing so hard that Elly could feel it through her old classmate's knees.

S-stop! She didn't want to... Elly didn't want to smell her old classmate's pussy. She... licked her lips, and...

"She probably is. Well, capable Miss Hannah, I'll get out of your hair..."

"No! No, um..."

Hannah relaxed her knees, and half-stood - maybe to shake a h-hand, or...

Elly unwittingly got the light that had been missing. The black girl saw... everything.

Ice blue panties, lacy and semi-transparent, covered surprisingly plump Asian pussy lips, and an even more surprising curtain of inner labia, pressed against... was contained by the sheer fabric. The whole affair was bare, beautifully smooth except where Hannah's mons was topped by a slim strip of fine-haired black pubic hair, carefully trimmed t-to -

Ow!

Hannah's knees clamped, painfully... thankfully keeping the hypnotized negro girl from following her high school rival's pussy straight out from under the desk, and into plain view.

"Nice to see - j-j-just, like, kn-knock, first. M-Miss Thomas has had a couple noisy, um, visitors, a-and..."

"Oh, I know. I can imagine." With her own pigtails grinding into her skull, Elly gritted her teeth to keep from... no noise, n-no - "See you later, Hannah. Tell Elly 'hi' for me if you see her.

A rhythmic knock got the door open, while Elly waited... in the same awkward position, her head squeezed far tighter than necessary - hot with blood, feeling nearly crushed by the bones of Hannah's knees.

"Oh, um, S-Sir..." Elly's mom answered the door. Pathetically, just -

"Invite Daddy in properly, Vanessa." Cheryl called out from the recesses of her offices. As if Elly couldn't feel any more humiliated, her aching head any hotter... "Maybe with a 'Greet' - have we been practicing our - ?"

Thankfully the heavy door shut, cutting off the humiliating conversation - and Elly's numbed head got let go.

"Um..." Elly wet her lips. Oxygen, real air...

Smoothing her skirt, legs carefully planted together, Hannah slowly sat down. All the way, staring hard at Elaine with her hard black eyes.

"Um, Hannah, I..." Oops - h-head down, eyes down looking at the floor -

WHAP!

A full **** blow to the back of the teen's head slapped her down.

Whap! Whap!

The furious **** was over in a second, leaving Elly shaken and dazed a-and -

"What the hell were you thinking??" Hannah hissed, rubbing the wrist of her slapping hand.

"What is wrong with you, Elaine? What the h-h-hell is the matter with you?" The teenage secretary's voice caught, almost like a sob - "Are you trying to..."

"Sorry!" Cowering, turning on all fours a-and instinctively retreating back into Miss Hannah's desk -

"No!" Somehow barely above a whisper, but loud enough to hurt Elly's ears, Hannah grabbed at Elly's belt - and missed. "I told you to get out! I - leave the stupid papers!"

"Ghnnt!" A swift kick to her black ass almost caused Elaine to hit her forehead into the sheet metal back of the desk footwell.

A second finished the job, and only pushed Elly further in.

"Gh-H-Hann- !"

"Shut up! I swear to god, Elly, just... fine, get the damn papers. Get them out of there."

Elly scrambled, crumpled mess in her hands, her once carefully arranged and tabbed folder a crumpled assortment of loose papers and ruined dividers.

"I swear those woolly, like, puff-puffballs stuck on your head gave me burns," Miss Hannah grumbled, soothing her thighs. Her... her skirt climbing as she rubbed... "What did you see?"

"H-huh?" Elly asked dumbly. Kneeling in the florescent office lights, in front of Hannah, the abused girl h-had barely processed...

Elly blinked.

Sheer blue lace panties and meaty Asian pussy flashed behind her eyelids.

"What were you looking at? Down there."

"N-nothing." Elly's toes scrunched in her flip-flops. "I didn't s-see anything - I-I swear."

The faintly colored skin of Hannah's face blanched, a-and ignoring Elly's blatant lie - "I-I don't always dress like that, okay?" She looked around nervously, voice a whisper. "Never. I'm not like that!"

God - Hannah was embarrassed. Like, almost stricken. She...

"I'm not. If only you kn-knew." Hannah was crying, and hugging her legs closed in her chair. Like she had been violated, when... when Elly... "You t-trampy, slutty - I looked up to - "

E-Elly - "I - "

"Shut up." The Asian girl's voice was tired, drained of emotion. "Just - shut up, Peeper."

Elly shut up. She shut up, and looked at the ground, and... her head hurt. Miserable, and embarrassed a-and...

When she blinked, and rubbed her thighs, an afterimage of panties and p-pussy - the black girl stole a quick glance at her former classmate's primly pressed-together knees.

"You... you're really pretty, Hannah."

Elly didn't know why - the words just came out, without thought. Just to comfort a crying girl, s-someone she knew, and she had been so... so hurt, herself...

"No I'm not," Hannah pouted. But, after a moment, she smiled though her sniffles. After a second she laughed, and dabbed her eyes.

Elly wiped a single stubborn tear of her own away, and smiled too.

For a moment, they were high school girls again. Insecure, but together.

"Um..." E-Elly... playing with the hem of her dress... the Asian girl crossed one leg over the other, almost offering a-a glimpse.

Hannah re-settled in her chair, wiggling her butt into place.

A foot dangling near Elaine's face.

"Prettier than you?"

Elly's stomach... dropped.

"Uh, I..." Hannah's dangling, crossed leg, her shiny black shoe...

"Hm?"

Crept forward. Slowly. T-touched her, brushed her lips...

Elly could have simply moved her head back. Her body, b-back. But she... the sole of Miss Hannah's low-heel shoe pressed against her mouth, and rubbed the black girl's lightly smooshed lips in circles. Just beneath the nigger girl's nose, the tingly perfume of fake black leather and laundry-fresh nylon footsies... the ever-so-faint scent o-of skin and sweat and foot beneath -

"Your eyes will get stuck, all crossed like that, Elly," Hannah giggled, her tears either disappearing or gone. "It's just a shoe. God, you and your..."

"Elaine," Miss Hannah whispered, tasting her kneeling, cross-eyed rival's name. "Look at me. Look at my face."

Hannah's face, her eyes...

"Who is pretty? Me - or you?"

Elly...

Elly honestly didn't know.

She had been told she was pretty. At school. By her white friends. She had bought teen magazines full of white girls, with one colored girl stuck in a group - without comparison, just like her life. But...

But she had trusted she was pretty enough. It hadn't seemed to matter, until she had been told she was pretty for a black girl.

Hannah looked at her. Waiting, breathing. Clear skin, exotic Asian eyes, midnight black hair - silky and perfectly straight. Elly didn't have much choice, in what to say, but maybe... i-if she could smell Hannah's hair...

Jesus! Smell??

"Um, you!" Elly blinked, and behind her eyelids, haunting her, Miss Hannah's sweet, full pussy, h-her delicate Asian scent - "You are. You... you are so..."

"You mean it?" Leaning forward, elbow on her knee, Hannah leaned in. Her hair dropped from her shoulder - a straight, almost elegant cascade of raven black, that shadowed her sweet teen face.

Elly nodded.

"You're really pretty Miss Hannah." Shit. A sharp-nailed little finger poked the underside of Elaine's chin, tilting her head up to look into the black pools of Hannah's eyes. "P-prettier, I mean. Than, um, than... me."

"Than me."

"That's really..." Hannah's pretty face was a whirlwind of feeling - a smile and frown fought across her lips and brow, satisfaction a-and... from poking the soft underside of Elaine's jaw, to lightly caressing the black girl's face - "That, um... you can kiss it if you want. My shoe. Or whatever you girls do."

Miss Hannah leaned back, taking her hand away from Elly's face, and grabbed the armrests of her chair. Tight.

"You can lick it," The teen whispered.

E-ew. Elly didn't... didn't, and wouldn't, lick the sole of Miss Hannah's dangling, cheap shoe. But... but she opened her mouth, wide, breathing on it - hot, wet breaths. Seeking air while her thick, wet tongue stayed far away.

"You looked at me?"

Lifting one hand, Hannah's fingernail traces a line up her leg - from the inside of her knee... up... up her thighs, to the dark opening of her skirt.

"... Down there, Elly?"

"I... I'm sorry," Elly whispered earnestly and into the bottom of the Asian girl's shoe. Biting her lip, her tongue... "I-I..."

"You couldn't help it." Hannah said flatly. Almost... almost angrily.

"I'm better than you, Elaine. Prettier, better." Definitely angry. Angry, and... and the slightly gritty, bitter, rubbery taste of her shoe sole... "Say it."

Elly balked. A-and took back her traitorous tongue.

Hannah had never been better than Elaine at anything, as far as the black girl knew. And, the more she thought about it - Elly was sure that her little rival had attended many of the same kinds of classes. Certainly had followed her in tennis, where Elly had been light years ahead, and...

"You're staring, Peeper," Hannah sneered. "Say it - this is your chance to fix this."

"Trust me, you want to fix this."

"You're..." Not. Not... "B-better, Miss Hannah."

"Better than you."

"Better than, um..." Nothing made sense. Everything that Elly had been, had done...

Slut. Slut, with nowhere to go, with Hannah's shoe pressing insistently on her black girl lips.

"Shmee."

"You're better. And prettier. I..." Hannah... Miss Hannah shivered. Her expression didn't change - she didn't smile, she...

She just looked down, at Elaine, with her narrow Asian eyes.

"Shorry. I... I looked. I c-can't... couldn't..." Couldn't help it. Couldn't...

Help...

"I did." Begging with her eyes... her classmate...

Help.

"I'm sorry."

"... I think you like telling me that. You're probably creaming your damn panties right now - aren't you, slut?"

Miss Hannah's voice was husky. Demanding. Elly tried to say 'no', t-tried, but all she could do was gasp into the smooth bottom of the teen girl's shoe. She...

Hannah shoved the black girl with a hard extension of her leg - sending Elly sprawling back. Off her aching knees, and onto her round butt.

"Get on your feet." She glanced - over Elly's head, and at the office door.

"Now, Elaine." With a hard point at the area, across her desk - "Come around. Right there."

Hannah cocked her head, as if waiting...

"Maybe... never m- "

Elly almost jumped out of her skin when the door to Miss Cheryl's office opened.

"U-um, nevermind, that, Elly." Hannah announced, too loud. "See - there's your mom. And, um, Mister Barrington - say 'h-hi'."

"There she is! Where were you hiding, Elly?" H-hiding - Brand smiled. His piercing gray eyes...

"You look positively spooked. Were you looking for me?"

"Um, yes," Elly lied. "I, um..." Looking at Hannah for advice, h-help... "I - hi. Hi."

Brand... her mom... and Miss Cheryl, behind them. Cheryl pushed Elly's mother, open palm prodding the negress's butt -

"Go on Vanessa. Don't dilly-dally. Just one more appointment today - right Hannah? We're taking it easy today?"

"Y-yes." Hannah shuffled through paper, like she was double checking - even though Elly knew there was nothing about her mother's awful a-appointments anywhere on the Asian girl's desk. "Yes, Miss Thomas. Like, um, you said. No overbooking... her. For, um... what is she...?"

"We'll talk about that later, dear," Miss Cheryl smiled. Elly... was going to be sick. Her stomach... "You're doing a great job - I know some of the men around here can be pushy. I'm so happy you're helping me, first."

"Of course!" Hannah responded immediately. Fiercely. "Of course, Miss Thomas. We're... uh, it's like, a team - like you said. I'm on, um, your side. Just you."

"Perfect. Vanessa? You know where to go. And... after?"

Everyone... everyone but Elly turned towards the older negress.

"Um... Brand's. I... I go to - sorry, Mister Barrington's. Um... after."

Elly clenched her fists, avoiding her mother's guilty-as-hell eyes.

"A-after."

The negress got a nice pat from Miss Cheryl.

"... And, I want you, Elaine, to be there at Mister Barrington's office, to help your mom again." The white woman tapped her foot, and frowned. "I'm sure you can spare her, Hannah?"

"Um..." Hannah looked around, like... l-looking for clues, o-or -

"Um, yes," Miss Hannah plastered a fake smile on her face. "Okay. Um, yes, Miss, of course I can."

"Perfect. And... you don't have to be so nervous, Sweetheart." M-Miss Cheryl was absently... practically fondling Elly's mother. The black woman's butt, and hips. "Everything you've been sending Nessie and me has been just fine, hasn't it, Vanessa?"

"Y-yes. Very good. G-good - "

"Alright, run along, Nessie. Remember what we talked about - respectful, and greets. And - Elaine."

Miss Cheryl waited, pointedly, for Elly's mother to slink off after a tap to her ass.

"And, Elaine, you can go with Mister Barrington now. Maybe you can keep him out of my hair for me, hmm?"

G-gosh. The white woman blushed a bit, a-and the knowing look she gave her boyfriend...

Brand...

Brand took Elly's hand. She... she squirmed - not... not in front of H-Hannah... "We say - 'Yes, Mommy'."

Elly almost - she would have ran, or screamed, i-if... "Yes, M-Mommy," Elaine whispered. Not daring to - she didn't look at Hannah, not at all. The black girl hid her face in humiliation, pain and queasiness drowning out any words, or gasps, and final parting. Led by Brand, by his big arm and strong hand, she w-walked, staying close to the white man to avoid passersby. All the way to an office door, with his name.

Elly stopped, stopping Brand - clutching his thick wrist, and holding him back.

"There's no one i-in there. With you. Is there?"

He smiled. Brand smiled, and... and Elly dug her nails into his arm. Oh, god. He opened the door, his office, without answering -

"Of course not. It's just us."

Elaine almost collapsed.

"Thank you." The teenager gasped. Fear, terror, soul-crushing humiliation - "Thank you. I... I couldn't..."

The door closed behind the couple, swallowing the teen up.

"I know, Princess. You've done a lot." Touching Elly's cheek, Brand's palm - the kindness. K-kindness was almost too much.

Too much. Elly hugged the big man's chest, burying her terrified black face.

"I can't, Daddy."

"I can't, any more. I can't..."

"Can't what?"

Can't - ! "You know what!"

Elly didn't even know what. She - everything! "M-mom!"

"I-it's worse, every time. Brand - D-Daddy - I can't do... she cant... this isn't..." God, Elly couldn't talk, or think - she could just gasp and wail and relive and feel -

"Strangers!" Slime, and worse, i-in her - Brand disentangled himself, leaving her alone... alone, and breathless, a-and -

"I don't even see... I just ea-eat, and swallow. M-Miss Cheryl, Mommy... Mom..." Tears, and panic... panic-panicky-panic - glass clinked, liquid... and Brand...

A strong arm, wrapped around Elly's shoulder. Supported her, and, in her hand, cool and smooth... "Here. Here, Honey." Gold liquid rested, shallow in in a wide glass, displaced by perfectly clear ice.

Elly drank it all. Without question, without hesitation, fire slid down her throat.

"There... there, you'll feel better."

"There..."

"In we go, nice and cozy."

Elly blinked.

She had been led to Brand's big, dark wooden desk.

To the place underneath.

"Is this what you were practicing? With Miss Hannah?"

"Um..." Elly's heart skipped a beat. Caught, l-licking her dry lips, looking up with her big, wet eyes - "Y-you knew?"

"Elaine - of course I knew." Brand smiled, and squeeze-fluffed one of the colored girl's puffball pigtails. "All that squeaking and bumping down there?"

"I... I didn't..."

Brand unzipped his pants, and what came out shut the black girl down.

"Oh." Her spent, overstimulated negro brain... fizzled.

"My, um, kn-knees hurt," Elly whispered. Staring.

"We have a little pillow." Brand placed her hand o-on his hard dick - he walked, and Elly followed.

Followed, gripping the tall man's big white penis for comfort, as he walked to his back wall, and a cabinet drawer...

"I use this as a neck pillow, for long flights. Is this good?"

Elly nodded wordlessly, led by cock, back to his desk. Bending, and crawling into her little spot without letting go - never releasing her grip. Elaine slid Daddy's pillow, handed down from the world above, under her knees.

"Thank you," The colored girl whispered. She... drink, and dick, and simply drained - t-too many emotions...

She just wanted to collapse. To sleep, holding it, resting her weary head in her white daddy's naked lap.

"Tell me again, Sweetie." Brand whispered. "Tell me about your mommy - your mom. About the strangers, and what you do."

No longer crying, Brand... Daddy's big, warm dick was in Elly's face, a-and... and the swimming feeling in her head, the needy feeling between her legs...

"About... strangers?" E-Elly... dick... "What do you want me to...? You mean... I-I don't know what to - I don't even get to see their faces."

God, she was... he was so hard, and she w-was so...

"I-I don't. I just, um, ea-eat it, Daddy."

Christ. Sick, sick to her stomach, her cummy tummy, Elly kissed Brand's big, warm penis.

"I eat what they leave in my m-mom, Daddy." Stop - Elly c-couldn't... the feeling in her legs, the **** in her cock-drunk head. "I eat i-it - I eat it all. Is that...?"

"That's perfect, Princess." The massive thing in Elly's hand, in her face, somehow it swelled more. Bigger, and harder. "That's so good."

It wasn't. It wasn't good. It was disgusting, and sick, a-and Elly was disgusting, and sick. Elly...

"Show me what a black girl does, Sweetheart."

The black girl... hesitated. B-but...

She planted a big, wet kiss on Brand's perfect penis, enveloping the tip with her plump, wet lips.

"A lot more room under there, than your little friend's desk, isn't there?"

"Um..."

Elly swallowed.

"Yes, Daddy." Jesus. Even her voice became like a little girl's, when he... he was s-so big and...

The teen licked Brand's heavy, hairy white balls with the broad top of her tongue, a single long lick, starting at the back of her mouth - gently lifting them... letting them slide... until the pink tip of her tongue dropped them back between his legs.

"Mommy talked about doing this with you. Having a little desk pet. She would, you know - I think she's just very embarrassed to ask."

A-a little saliva stretched, and broke, and Elly looked up at Brand with her big brown eyes.

"Embarrassed?"

"Yes, Sweetie. Miss Cheryl is a proper woman." Somehow, Brand talking about his g-girlfriend respectfully, while his scrotum was being massaged by Elly's big brown lips...

Somehow, it made the teen felt even lower.

Elaine's long, wet tongue curled around the white man's balls.

"I think, though, that if you asked... at the right time..."

"Can you do that for me? Would you? It shouldn't be up to Mommy to break the ice on something like that. You need to be able to... make her comfortable, in the office."

"I... I don't..." Miss Cheryl's blushing cheeks -

"That's something that you would be great at."

"I, um..." The warm place under her desk. Her smooth white legs a-and -

"That's something you both would like," Brand's voice was dark. Liquid. F-filling Elly's head.

"I..."

"Yes?"

For some... for some reason, Hannah's thickly lipped pussy flashed across Elly's vision. Scent, Elly's own female scent, trapped with her under the desk, t-triggered -

"Yes!" Elaine gasped into the white man's cock. Fuck! Between her legs, under all of their desks, "I... y-yes, Daddy. Y-"

Elly's heart jumped right into her throat at the sound of a light knock on Brand's

"Come in," Brand called.

What?

No - was Brand crazy?? Elly -

"Um, sorry," Hannah! What was...? She... hadn't Hannah done enough? "I... I was just looking for Elly. There was just one thing that I forgot to, like..."

Bull... shit. There was no... no reason for Hannah to... to snoop. Hidden, praying, pleading - quiet. A hundred... a thousand times quieter than she had been under Hannah's desk, Elly didn't move. Not even with Brand's testicles in her mouth, she didn't... didn't breathe. Didn't think, except quiet... quiet...

"Where's, um, where is Elly?"

Jesus. Qu-quiet...

"Oh, you know. I thought you had a great idea, earlier."

"She's under my desk."

Elaine, mouth full of white balls, got two heavy pats to her head. Ensuring, beyond any doubt, that there was no question where her head was.

Or exactly what she was doing.

"O-oh... wow..."

Elaine shot up like a rocket, squeezing out through what little room she had.

"I was just hiding!"

"A pen." Brandishing a heavy ballpoint, straight off Brand's desk - "I was picking up a pen. It was..."

"Hide... hiding. The pen was hiding, I just grabbed it, a-and you came in, and, like... I didn't... I thought it would look awkward, getting up, from behind his desk. So I hid... h-hid..."

Elly looked to Brand, begging, leading with her eyes f-for anything. A-any -

Brand laughed. "Of course, bad joke. Sorry, Elly." He p-patted... patted her butt. Firmly, rocking her balance, b-but... "Sorry, Hannah. That must have been uncomfortable."

"Y-yes." The Asian girl's eyes were as wide as they could go. "I mean - no. I... I, um... I don't..."

"It's okay." Hannah shrugged, but the casual motion wasn't at all matched by her face. "Like, whatever, I u-um..."

"I'll just come back. I mean - I'll wait. It can wait." A folder flopped in Miss Hannah's hand. "Until Elaine is... until you are... done."

Elaine resisted an almost overpowering urge to wipe her wet lips. Sweat and dick and balls flavoring her tongue, the black girl - "Just... I'll be done. W-working. Um, Brand..."

Elly pressed a key on Brand's open laptop - it wasn't even powered on, but she pretended... sh-she typed nonsense, feeling ridiculous, g-glancing up and giving Hannah her best, fake, cock-sucking smile.

Brand slid his arm, and an awful noise... a faint noise, tapped the carpeted floor.

"Clumsy me. I guess I dropped that 'pen' again." The bastard laughed, and winked.

A-and, Hannah Kawaguchi laughed with him, before catching herself. Before blushing, and beginning to leave - stammering.

Sh-shooting Elly a look.

"Better find it for me again, Sweetie." Brand pulled -

He pulled Elaine's wrist.

Down. Sinking through the floor. Sinking straight into a pit of utter, complete humiliation, under the older man's rich wooden desk, where his hairy, naked organ still waited.

"Um, I'll just... g-go, then. Mister Barrington."

"Um, Elly. Um, I'll see... your mom... I'll tell her - tell her to, um..."

Brand waited, petting Elaine's hair, until Hannah left, before guiding her face back on his long, hard dick.

"You're almost there, Sweetie."

"No cums yet. We will get you home soon."