Meeting a coworker

Putting her car in park, Ms. Erika Green slings her purse over her shoulder. Stepping out of her car, she pulls her long red hair through the strap and lets it rest down her back, shining in the sunlight. Around her chest is a loose, long-sleeve shirt with a bright floral pattern climbing around it, with a low cutout hinting at her modest handfuls below but staying within respectable territory. Down her legs a pair of white pants hang, fitting snuggly around her hips but loosening considerably as they descend her legs. Reaching into her car to grab her calculus lesson plan, Ms. Erika Green feels ready for another day of teaching and turns away to the school.

Walking towards the front door ready to greet her student’s, Ms. Green’s good mood damped a little when she saw Ms. Lia’s car arrive. Ms. Green had gotten along with nearly everyone at the school so far, faculty and students alike. Many students even came to her for life advice, or just to hang out and talk during off periods. Erika Green had made many friends during her time at this school, but there was one teacher she knew she could never get through to.

When Ms. Sofia Lia arrived as a new hire, she certainly tried to extend open arms, but quickly learned Ms. Lia wasn’t interested. Being a fresh hire from the Ivy league, she rolled in day one with this idea that she was better than everyone else and she sure as hell wanted them to know. Within the first week, this green English teacher was giving her a lecture in the teacher’s lounge about how her method of teaching calculus wasn’t effective, and how she needed to adopt this fancy, cutting-edge, “cognitive-behavioral” tactic or whatever. As if she knew anything about her subject, let alone how to teach.

If Ms. Lia was just ignorant and confident, Erika could have gotten over it. But as time went on and the new recruit didn’t shake up the establishment as she had hoped, she started looking elsewhere for things to blame. Whether it was a lack of funding, discipline, or even the relaxed environment in Ms. Green’s class, it was never anything to do with her. Not that she was even doing badly, she was performing well as a teacher. It just wasn’t enough for her and she lashed out as she tried to solve an imaginary problem. The final straw for Ms. Green was when a rumor started circulating that she was sleeping with a student. It never led to anything, and no one could really prove who started it, but Ms. Green knew there was only one person it could have come from.

It’s understandable how a run-in with the bitch would kill Ms. Green’s mood. However, as Ms. Sofia Lia steps out of the car, Erika pauses to do a double take when she spots her colleagues cleavage. When Ms. Lia walked in yesterday with a deep v-neck showing off her expansive tits, Erika had been speechless. There was no way that could be appropriate for school, even if it doesn’t have a dress code. That lunch Ms. Lia was absent in the teacher’s lounge, and Erika was filled in on the rumors about how Ms. Lia was using her tits as reward for participation or something. There were even a few pictures floating around online of what looked like the teacher openly flaunting them to the classroom. Following that conversation, she brought her concerns about Ms. Lia’s conduct to her boss, and he agreed to have a talk with her on a later date.

Because of yesterday, Ms. Green was prepared for the cleavage on display. However, nothing could have prepared her for the thick pink bottle crammed between her jugs. As Ms. Lia notices the stare, her hand shoots up in what looks like a motion to hide herself in shame, but the hand simply rests over the side of her breasts, laying its fingers on her skin as deep breaths carry the drink up and down along with her chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Erika finally breaks her stare at the offending bottle and brings her eyes up to Sofia’s, seeing a meek expression on the English teacher’s face for what feels like the first time. Cheeks red and her eyes darting everywhere besides Ms. Green’s, she breaks down after a rather tense moment.

“It’s…just easier to hold I guess…” Ms. Lia attempts to put some conviction in her words, some way to pass this off as confident, empowering, anything. But the shocked and appalled look on Ms. Green’s face along with her loss of control over her own body leave her with little will left to assert. The way her legs carry her around against her will, the way her hands tortured her nipples in front of her student, and the way her body **** her to display herself was coming to be too much to bear. This humiliation in front of her coworker was just the last straw, and tears start streaming down her face.

“I don’t know what’s happening Erika! I’m losing my mind, it feels like something is inside of me, forcing me to **** myself for it’s own sick enjoyment. It’s horrible. I just want to stay home and hide but it **** me here and now I’m stuck with my breas-OUCH-my knockers hanging free to the world, and my drink freezing the-AH-freezing my hooters off. I can’t even call them that, that word, and my smoothie has been sitting here for 10 minutes and no matter how I try I can’t keep it out. Please, I don’t know what to do! You have to help me.”

With that she had rushed to Ms. Green and held her in a tight hug, crying over onto her shoulder. A lot to take in, Ms. Green reflects for a moment. None of this made any sense, but seeing Sofia Lia lose her cool facade convinced her something had to be going on. It was probably just a mental breakdown, and she hugged Ms. Lia back and attempted to soothe her. After a few moments, Ms. Lia backs off from the hug, looking a little better having finally expressed herself.

“This is really confusing. You’re telling me you’re being controlled somehow, and that whatever it is, it isn’t letting you take your drink from your cleavage?” Best to play along for now Ms. Green thought. She was probably schizophrenic and needed to see professional help, but at least she could comfort her a little. With that thought however, her stewing resentment over yester-years rumor started to boil up. When Sofia was new, she had been offered a helping hand, a new footing, and a new friend, but the arrogant bitch had thought she was above that. Now, she’s come crawling back after attempting to destroy her reputation.

“So, what happens when you try to take it out?” Ms. Green pokes inquisitively.

“Nothing, my hand just comes up and sits there. See?” Funny, she looks absolutely insane right now, just laying her hand over her right tit and staring at the bottle like she’s attempting to use the **** to remove it.

“If I try to drink out of it though, I can do that just fine. Somehow it knows if I’m actually going to drink from it, and it makes sure I put it back when I’m done.” As if this would prove her point, Ms. Lia slips the bottle from her chest, unscrews the cap, and takes a sip. As soon as the cap is back on, the bottle returns to its home in her cleavage. Bemused, Ms. Green reaches forwards and pulls the bottle out.

“Oh my God, thank you!” Ms. Lia reaches back to give her another hug, feeling a huge weight lifted from her chest.

“Of course, of course. Here’s your drink.” She hands Ms. Lia back the bottle, and the light in Ms. Lia’s face dies out as her hand simply returns it to her tits. Even if this is just a weird game she’s playing, Ms. Green is curious how far she’ll take it.

“Here, let me see that again.” Ms. Lia blushes as she steps towards her and allows the bottle to be removed. Ms. Green takes the opportunity to brush her hand against her cleavage, just enough to claim as an accident if called out, but still a soft feel. She quietly appreciates the feeling as she fishes out a pencil from her purse, and before Ms. Lia can object she slips it into her valley.

“What…!” is all Ms. Lia can achieve, as she stares in betrayal at Ms. Green. Her hands reach up and rest on either side of her shirt, holding her tits on opposite sides. Futile attempts to move her hands up to the pencil are translated into squeezing her jugs around the pencil.

“Here, take this.” Ms. Green holds out the bottle, and Ms. Lia’s hands reach out, and press it back into her chest behind the pencil. Now with two intrusions in her chest, Ms. Lia looks at Ms. Green in shock, as she realizes how little power she has over her own body now.

“So now try this. Take a sip out of the bottle.” Following Ms. Green’s instructions, she drinks a small amount and returns the bottle home.

“Now use that pencil to write you name on this.” Receiving a pad of paper, the busty teacher stares at it for half a minute as her right hand hovers near her nipples. Giving up, she gives the pad back to Ms. Green.

“It’s no use, I’m helpless. Can you please take it out?” Ms. Lia looks downright pathetic right now, and Ms. Green takes pity and removes it.

“…could you take out the bottle too?” Ms. Green considers for a moment, but shakes her head.

“I think you should hold onto that, continue drinking, see if you can get rid of it eventually.”

“Please, I don’t care, just take it out…” Ms. Lia pleas again, praying for mercy.

“Sofia, something’s up with you and I don’t know what it is, but I can’t help you. You either need to solve this problem yourself, or get a professional to help you. Consider this bottle a practice run. I can’t just hover around you and pick trash out of your tits all day. If you need to talk I’ll be here, but for now I think you need to work on some of this on your own.”

Ms. Green doesn’t know what’s going on, but she’s laughing hysterically on the inside right now, doing her best to keep it together but not really doing a good job. She feels a little bad for taking advantage of this situation, but she kinda liked seeing the distress on her face right now after all those years of being an arrogant bitch to her. She’ll play off being an ally for now, but she’ll figure out a plan soon to get her back.

“I’ve already made an appointment, but please, can you just help out this once?” With this last plea, Ms. Green decides to test a hunch and end this conversation right now.

“I already told you why I won’t. Now come on, we’ve got to go, class is starting soon.” When she hears this, Ms. Lia twirls around on her heels and struts down the parking lot to the front door. Crossing on foot in front of the other, her legs make a show of swinging her ass back and forth as they parade her from the teacher’s parking lot to the growing crowd of students filing into the building. She makes one nervous look back to Ms. Green, and turns her gaze forwards to see plenty of students catching onto the load in her new front pocket. Realizing she’s among her inferiors and needs to put them in their place, she puts on a menacing glare and manages to snap their heads away from her cleavage. As she passes though, many of them turn their heads back and catch her booty swaying back and forth in her pencil skirt. She didn’t need to turn her head back to know their eyes were glued on her ass as she sashayed into class like she was some invisible master’s puppet.

She arrives at her class and her legs hand over control. Thankfully, only a few students have arrived, one of whom is surprising since he has since always been at least somewhat late. Coincidentally, he was also the only one not looking straight at his phone as she walked in, so he got a good eyeful of her current state. Removing the bottle from her tits, Ms. Lia quickly drinks it in preparation for class, and then simply holds it in front of her. She had been so ready for it to assert dominance she didn’t even realize she could move her arm. Winding up over her head, she whips the bottle towards the trash can in the corner near the door, missing and sending the bottle bouncing back to her, proceeding to crush it under her heel and kick it below her desk. Standing before the room with her cleavage now clutter free, she sees the last straggler take their chair and she goes into her lesson.