Sam is noticing things that I didn't expect

I look to Sam cautiously. "Compensating? For what?" I approach her, slowly.

Sam shrugs, and turns her butt towards me in invitation. "Well, you know, the way that she acts around you," she says, as I approach her. She smiles at me knowingly, and thrusts her butt to tap my groin just as I approach her. There can be no question that she was deliberately bumping against my cock. "Did you ever think she might have a crush on you?"

I'm very puzzled. "No," I say quite truthfully, "the thought has never occurred to me."

Sam smirks. "Typical guy," she says, playfully bumping my crotch again. "Unless we're *literally* throwing ourselves at you," she says, with a dramatic thrust of her butt, "you don't have a clue."

I pull close to her, though not quite touching, and gently grab her by the hips. Sam breathes in a deep, slow, breath. I caress her butt and upper legs rather than pull her in. She looks to me questioningly.

"Expected me to do something different?" I ask, resting my hands on the sides of her thighs.

"Maybe," she says. She reaches behind her to cup my cock. "You were certainly very bold, feeling between my legs. It's fucking weird that Vanessa didn't say anything about that. Why didn't Lexie or Vanessa say anything about that? Or about this?" she says, gently patting my cock before withdrawing her hand.

I take a gamble. "You ever get the feeling that the world actually works very differently from the way you think it does?" I ask her.

"I definitely have that feeling today," she says. "How did you know that we could get away with things like that?"

Er, this is getting tricky. "It's hard to describe," I say, moving to her side, trying to think of ways to throw her slightly off balance. I caress her butt as I slide my right hand to her left hip, and trace it to her inner thigh. "It's a bunch of little things," I elaborate, tracing circles up the inside of her leg. "I definitely took some risks today. I didn't know just how you would react to me doing this, for example," I tell her, brushing up against her mons.

Sam looks back at me, blushing. "Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm letting you do that. Can someone be 'intensely relaxed' about something? I know that I shouldn't let you do it, but somehow it feels completely natural. And so does this," she says, cupping my erection again. "It's just something I feel like doing, and somehow I'm getting away with it. It's like you and I are the only person who realises that there's anything odd going on," she says.

"Well," I point out, "Lexie did notice that Vanessa was getting us to look down her top."

Sam furrowed her brow. "Yeah, she did! But when it came to me feeling your hard-on and you feeling up my legs, she waved it off as us having a 'handsy work dynamic' or something. That's pretty weird. Do you think she was trying to let you know it would be no big deal to do the same thing with her?"

I realise two things just now. One: Sam is right -- Lexie did notice Sam and me feeling each other up, she just waved it off. Actually, the same thing went for Vanessa and Downblousing, and everyone with Vanessa's Undo shirt button. They aren't literally unaware that anything is happening, they just rationalise it away. I'm... not sure what to think about that. I was sort of working on the assumption that they just didn't notice at all. I'm going to have to be careful with that.

The second thing I realise is that this is what's going on with Sam thinking that Lexie is into me. She thinks that the reason why Lexie is being submissive, is because she's soft on me. That... could actually work in my favor. I've got to think through it carefully though.

I make as if I was just pausing for thought for a moment. "Hm, maybe," I ask. "Do you think that's why she took her bra off and gave it to me?"

I tried to play this for laughs, but it falls flat. "Well," Sam says, frowning slightly. "I mean, maybe. But you did ask her for it, and she was complaining about her nipples being really stiff. It doesn't seem like much of an invitation to anything, for her to just take off her bra and hand it to you."

Right, I think, rationalisation. I try things from another angle. "Okay then, what about her uncertainty about me complimenting her cleavage when she unbuttoned her shirt? She didn't seem to want to take the compliment."

Sam just rolled her eyes. "Look, even if she likes you, Lexie's a pretty moody bitch. How the hell should I know how she thinks? Maybe just ask her if she'd mind you putting your hand down her pants or something, I don't know."

I look at Sam questioningly. "Should I ask you if you'd mind me putting my hand down your pants?"

Sam gives me a sarcastic smile. "Not so fast, mister. I've just gotten comfortable with you brushing against my pussy through my work slacks. Though maybe..." she says, lifting her hand gently off my tented trousers, but tracing a finger up my bulge, "we can explore what I can get away with at work, that you're willing to let me do."

The phone rings. I glower at it, while Sam gives me an innocent look. I walk up to the phone and pick it up, taking an order. Sam saunters causally beside me, slowly tracing her fingers up my shaft as I try to keep my voice even and take down the customer order. She smiles evilly at me as I hang up.

"I'll take care of that order," she says, and glances down at my straining bulge, "and you go off and take care of that. Can you pick up some dough from downstairs after? I think we're running low."

I leave Sam, muttering curses under my breath at her.