Schrodinger's Fuck

"Oh, this is such a beautiful property!" Arabella enthuses the moment she steps over the threshold "But actually, now I think about it, you've been here before, right?"

"I've done a few viewings here, yeah"

"Well, it's my first time so this will still be useful intel. We can walk around together and you can give me some of your best salesman's spiel. It will be handy for me to keep in mind in case you get caught on an urgent phone call and I have to answer any questions in your absence."

That all sounds innocent enough. And Bella is in consummate professional mode as you walk around the house with her, pretending she is your client. Until you reach the master bedroom.

"Oh, that bed looks so comfy and I've been on my feet all morning. I'm going to take a few moments to rest if that's okay?"

"Sure"

She sits herself down on the mattress and pats the space nearby for you to join her.

"Come on Shane, I said I'd tell you about my dream last night. This seems like the perfect opportunity while we're still alone. I'd be rather embarrassed for anyone else to hear what I imagined us getting up to."

Shit! Awesome! Fuck! Great! Dammit!

What do you even do here?

Well, you suppose it would be rude to ignore your friends request to share some fairly harmless information with you and take your place next to her on the bed.

"Okay, so what's weird is this was the second consecutive dream I've had where my subconscious replayed one of our real life lunch breaks but made it a lot more spicy."

She's not lying there.

"You remember you came to my place yesterday, and there was that slightly awkward moment where I found myself wandering around naked in search of a towel? But you were a perfect gentleman and didn't even peek once."

That's your story and your sticking to it.

"Well, this time when I got into the shower you came over to the door and were saying all these naughty things like "Hey Bella, how about I come in there and we have some fun together" which I found myself secretly getting turned on by, though I told you we shouldn't do anything like that since we're colleagues and you have a girlfriend."

Okay, so once again Bella's memory isn't entirely accurate. There was no door for a start. But you're pretty sure she didn't admit to being turned on in her retelling of the last dream, so that's an interesting development.

"Then, much like in the real world, I realised there were unfortunately no towels in the bathroom, but there was one in the airing cupboard. Or, at least, there should have been. So I explained that I would need to pop by you with no clothes on, and your were quite cheeky about it saying "No promises" but you basically agreed."

Okay, that part was pretty much how it actually happened.

"When I walked past, you did have your eyes shut. But then once I had my back to you. My arse to you. I could tell you were looking. I could just sense it. And I liked it, It felt really hot that you couldn't help yourself from staring at my naked body. And feeling so exposed and vulnerable was strangely exhilarating to me. Just in my dream, you understand.."

Hmm, this feels like a much more provocative and titillating explanation than the last one. Bella is making it quite clear this was more of a sexual fantasy involving you than an anxiety dream. You can't help but wonder where this is going next, or why she very deliberately brought you up to the bedroom to tell you this.

"So I walked over to the cupboard to look for a towel, and I had to kind of bend over to do that, so I was pretty exposed to you. My pussy would have been right there on display, and I knew you were looking at it. This time there were no towels at all. I figured you must have found the one that was there and hidden it somewhere else to keep me nude and in place like that. Which was fucking hot. Then I could hear your footsteps coming slowly towards me, and it was such a thrill. I could have moved away, screamed the place down, but I didn't. And soon I could feel your hands on me, like this..."

She manoeuvres herself so she is sitting on her knees right behind you, then places her hands on your hips and rests her chin on your shoulder as she presses her body against yours.

"And you whispered into my ear "You want this Bella, you've been asking for it". And I threatened to scream for the neighbours, or set my imaginary kick boxer boyfriend on you, but you were insatiable. And I fucking loved that. And then you moved your hand round so it was between my legs.."

She places her hand between yours and grabs your dick which, predictably, is rock hard and about ready to explode, through your work trousers.

"And then, you took your big, throbbing cock and slid it into my cunt."

Fuck. What should you even do now? This is so obviously wrong it's astonishing, and yet the last thing you want is to stop it.

"Would you like to fuck me now, Shane?" she asks as casually as if she were offering to do some filing for you, while still massaging your dick.

"Of course I would, but what about Ria?"

"Let me ask you a question Shane, and I'd appreciate an honest answer. Does your girlfriend have any suspicions about us?"

"She did bring it up a little this morning"

"Right, and then we went to a nice big house together an hour before we needed to be there, completely unnecessarily I might add. I mean, why did you even agree to come here? You've been several times before. And I'd told you I was going to share my latest sex dream about us with you when we got here. What did you think was going to happen?"

You can't even answer that question. She has you totally banged to rights. It looks like you have fallen right into the latest trap she laid for you. Though that might not be a bad thing.

"If your girlfriend asks you if we fucked tonight, what's your answer going to be?"

"No"

"Regardless of whether we did or not?"

"Yes"

"And will she believe you?"

"Yes, with some doubts"

"In either case?"

"Yes"

"So, to all intents and purposes, this is Schrodingers fuck" she tells you as she begins to tenderly kiss your neck "Nobody outside this room will ever know what we got up to together in here, and whether or not we fuck each other is almost completely immaterial."

"I'm really not sure that's how the Schrodingers; Cat theory works"

"Whatever, Shane. The question is do you want to fuck me right here, right now with no strings attached and no consequences, or not?"

You turn your head to look at Bella. She is so fucking gorgeous and all yours if you want her. Of course, you can still sleep with her in her dreams, which would be the safe and sensible option. But you wouldn't be able to do that this instant.

"I do"

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that"

Bella starts to passionately kiss you as you undress each other frantically. Before long the pair of you are fully naked and embracing. That's when the doorbell goes.

"What the fuck?" you exclaim "She's not supposed to be here for another half hour!"

"Oh dear, I forgot to mention" Bella tells you in a mock innocent voice as she delicately stroke your dick, which is by now more than ready to go inside of her "Your client asked if she could push forward her appointment by thirty minutes and I didn't see a problem. Sorry, I really should have mentioned that to you."

Your eyes widen in horror. You have created a monster here. Bella is now attempting to recreate your daring sexual shenanigans from her fantasies in real life. And seriously, how many more of her traps are you going to let this sexy siren lure you into? She's comfortably rich and well qualified enough to live with losing this job. You aren't.

"Aren't you going to get dressed then?" you ask as you scramble to put your own clothes back on.

"No, I think I'm good" she replies "It will be cute to see how you explain the naked woman in the bedroom. You're going to look like a real player, you know that?"

Great. This is the last thing you need when you already have to deal with Mrs fucking Frobisher. The doorbell rings repeatedly and furiously for a while, then stops and is replaced by your phone buzzing and showing you the attractive but annoying face of your number one client. You can't delay this any longer.

Dressed as neatly as you can manage, you sprint down the stairs and open the door to an extremely displeased looking June Frobisher.

"What took you so long, and why are you so dishevelled?" she asks by way of introduction "If nothing else you're usually punctual and presentable."

"I'm sorry, I only just found out you rescheduled your visit."

"So you had to get dressed? And what are you even doing here this early if you didn't know I was coming?" Mrs Frobisher asks, not unreasonably. She then looks down at the doormat and sees Arabella's high heels "Do you have a woman here? Because if you're using this place as some kind of bachelor pad, that would be a big problem."

Oh yes. For only Mrs Frobisher may get naked on your house tours.

"I can assure you I'm doing nothing of the sort. My assistant is upstairs. She's just checking something in the bedroom."

"Is she now?" Mrs Frobisher folds her arms and raises her eyebrow "Then perhaps we should head up there and join her."

"She might still be preparing the room, let me show you the kitchen first."

"Nonsense, what's to prepare?" your client says as she pushes past you and makes her way towards the stairs.

You have no idea whether or not Bella's apparent refusal to get dressed was a playful bluff. If it wasn't, you could be really screwed here,

You have two sexy but unruly women to bring under control at once. There is only one way you can think of doing that, but it isn't something you have tried before. You have no idea how or even if it will work or what the consequences might be. But, as Mrs Frobisher reaches the bedroom that Bella may very well still be naked in, you can't think of any other options.

You close your eyes and think of your PA and your client together.