Idle hands are Nikki's playground

Veronica watched herself sashay through the opulent lobby of her accounting firm, her firm steps echoing around the high-vaulted rows of seating. Her skin tingled with every gaze that lingered on her mincing legs, undressing her with each glare. She squirmed internally at how being watched was making her body feel. She was used to the occasional leer from older, less subtle associates in the building, but everyone was stopping to watch her hips sway and her shoulder blades pulling towards each other, her new knockers practically waving for attention. She bit her lip and blushed deeper each time she happened to make eye contact with anyone, feeling a tingle directly on her hooded jewel. She usually hated these stares. As she felt a wet warmth tickle her thighs, she rushed into a closing elevator, bending slightly to catch her breath. She looked up at the car's lone occupant, a lanky, bespectacled man clutching an armful of files with a shocked look on his face. Veronica realized her body had posed her in a pin up style position, giving the man a view straight down her open top as she looked up at him with hot cheeks. She sprung straight to attention in shame, bouncing her jugs vertically before her quick 180 sent them swinging horizontally. She felt like the jiggling sexpots in Peter's Japanese cartoons. She pressed her floor's button, about a third of the way up the skyscraper, while the tall man was heading for one of the higher floors. She worried he might be important, but his simpler work attire made her realize he was just a gofer, probably running files to someone important.

She stood anxiously facing the elevator doors, eyes shut as she waited out her time with this man. She knew he was looking her over, and her body started to flare up with sudden heat. She felt almost faint as her body started to sweat lightly, and she stumbled back into the gentleman. Nikki used this motion to drive Veronica's ass firmly into his rising erection. Although she was not prepared for the quick, unprompted hip motion, Nikki made sure to plant her heeled feet firmly behind her, forcing the stuttering man to press against the back wall. Nikki continued to step back, pressing Veronica's hands against the cool metal doors. Her arms steadily extended and her waist bent her perpendicular to her captive lap dance customer. The man could not remove himself from the situation Nikki put them in, and Veronica could not convince her body to move any more than gyrating her hips like an enticing dancer.

The man had both arms wrapped around a bundle of files, unsure of where to put his hands on the senior staff member smearing herself on his hardening dick. He could hear tentative gasps and whimpers from the submissive superior below him. He decided to just stand still while she continued her tantalizing motions on him. He glanced up from her arching form to the climbing floor numbers, seeing her stop approaching. As if sensing this herself, the executive pushed off the doors and rose to a standing position. The unexpected **** of Nikki's push flung Veronica's arms up and behind her head. Her curving back pressed aggressively against his straining trousers and thick folders, and her draping hands ended up cradling his blushing head. Nikki turned Veronica around and pressed her front against him just as roughly as her back had been. Veronica gave the stranger her most serious glare as her marshmallow tits pressed softly into the backs of his hands. "Don't tell anyone about this. Understand?" Nikki placed one dainty finger against his quivering lip while the other hand hefted his bulge like she was appraising produce. Veronica tried to keep a stern face even as shame blushed her cheeks. The timid man nodded enthusiastically, still unable to make a sound. As the elevator dinged to its first stop, Nikki let Veronica escape the makeshift private dance room, never looking back at the lucky passenger she left behind. Veronica glanced at the wall clock: 9:08. Everyone was busy at their desk clumps, until everyone was gawking at Veronica's bountiful upgrades. "Oooh, fuck." She couldn't help but let out a lusty moan as every eye watched her enter the room. Nikki, feeling like the main event crossing the stage, bombarded Veronica with feelings of arousal and excitement under the burrowing gaze of everyone on the work floor. Her legs clamped shut instinctively as warmth spilled into her panties, before Nikki **** her to confidently parade herself to her private office. Small beads of sweat started to dot her brow as her audience sent her into erotic bliss. Veronica didn't like being on display like this, but her body was reacting like it was a sudden fetish. She hurried as fast as Nikki would let her, slamming her office door closed and drawing the curtains over its glass walls.

She sunk into her plush, leather chair, exhausted from her arousing journey through the building. She wanted to rub her temples but Nikki was controlling her hands. One dug at the flesh spilling over her useless bra cups, gaining access to her hard nipples for tweaking, and the other dragged her skirt higher up her spreading thighs. She played with Veronica's hidden button through her soaked panties, accelerating their impending orgasm. Veronica couldn't believe how hot this morning was getting her. She couldn't stop touching herself while the embarrassing memories of her erotic acts replayed in her head. Showing off for everyone felt so hot for some reason, but she knew these thoughts weren't rational. She tried to focus her mind on something besides her hands which continued to tease her most sensitive folds. Nikki was determined to cum for her own sake as much as Veronica's, and she plunged both hands between her glistening thighs, pawing at her gushing mound for release. Veronica thought back to her performance last night, how Peter looked at her while she danced for him. Imagining Peter watching her while she did these naughty acts occurred right as Nikki brought them to orgasm, and Veronica released a primal moan as Nikki made her cumming pussy tighten to virgin levels on her invading fingers. They flexed into her g-spot with spasming twitches and her thumb burrowed into her swollen clit. Veronica, unused to attempting multiple orgasms, felt her mouth water at the continued tickling from Nikki. Her unfamiliar sensitivity coupled with Nikki's intimate control of her sex led to a second and third wave of bliss crashing over her. Veronica's eyes rolled as Nikki's smile spread across their face.

Veronica was a panting, moaning mess, and Nikki relinquished control back to her, remembering Peter's command to not get fired yet. Veronica slowly returned to her senses as the knocking on her door grew louder. She looked down her ravaged body slumped in the chair, and quickly adjusted her outfit while rounding to the front of her desk to open the door. She could feel her face blushing furiously, but she otherwise looked presentable. She cringed at her word choice, but steeled herself to open the door. The intern in front of her stared straight ahead and slightly upward, avoiding any risk of looking down the boss' top, and Veronica saw the heads of everyone else in the office whip back to their tasks as the door opened. Nikki continued to mess with Veronica's posture, posing her lock-kneed with her shoulder pinned back as she looked up at tall intern in front of her. He had to look down and make eye contact, but she could see his gaze risk flicking lower constantly. The falling heat from her self loving started to return under his hungry stare, and Veronica broke the silence desperately. "Can I help you?" She asked impatiently. The intern cleared his head and handed her a stack of folders.

"From Mr. Peterson. And he reminds you about your presentation for him at 3." The shaking man talked to the ceiling, resolving to avoid any more rogue glances at Veronica's enormous new chest. Nikki slouched Veronica and numbed her pussy suddenly, making her wonder why his looking away had such a negative reaction. She panicked when she remembered the Peterson meeting this afternoon. She had a lot to prepare before then, and she'd already wasted a good half hour of the morning. She snatched the papers quickly and slammed her office door without saying a word to the man. She rested against the door wearily, gathering her breath and trying to push the flustering thoughts and feelings from her head. She tossed the files onto her desk and sat back at her computer, determined to work through the day.