Stacy’s Submission ~ Chapter 7

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Stacy wakes up from a deep sleep. Her soft, milky skin glows in the early sunlight. She sits up and moves her long, dark hair behind her ears. She quickly becomes aware of her young body. She runs her fingers slowly down her strong thighs and slender legs. Her panties feel warm against her supple bum. Life seems different this morning. Stacy no longer lives in the same world she did yesterday. At least, that’s how it feels. ~~~ Stacy has breakfast and checks her phone. —— 212 Chestnut crescent. 11:30am. Please don’t be late. And remember to wear your new outfit. Be prepared to work if your interview goes well. She might need you to start working right away. ~Miss Cara —— Ugh. I’m nervous already. I hate being nervous like this. She googles the address. Huh, it’s in a residential area. Am I not going to an office? This is going to be an interesting day…  Stacy checks the time. It’s 9:00am. At least I don’t have to rush. ~~~ Stacy runs wildly through the network of forest paths near her house. Jogging got Stacy through her most of her stressful college years. Every pounding step shakes her legs and relaxes her nerves. The burning in her lungs and limbs feels almost delicious. It’s almost a relief not to feel aroused for once. In the back of Stacy’s mind, Miss Cara hangs in her thoughts; scantily clad and wet. ~~~ Stacy gets home and takes off her running clothes. She stands in her panties as she goes through her closet. She pulls out the fancy new outfit and lays it on the bed. How can they seriously charge all that money for a thin, little skirt and a blouse? Stacy pulls down her panties, still damp from her workout and goes to put them in her dirty laundry basket. But, she holds them there in her hand for a moment. Images of yesterday flash into her consciousness. The way Miss Cara made her feel so horny and helpless. Immediately, her pussy betrays her and begins to ache with need. Mmm… She moves her hand down between her legs, intent on satisfying the warm, tingling urges coming from within. Oh, damnit.  Stacy freezes with anxiety as she remembers her deal with Miss Cara. I can’t touch myself… The thought is crippling as she trembles, naked in her bedroom. Oh god. Knowing I can’t, makes me want it so much more. Her hand hovers an inch from her hopeful lips, fingers poised to caress her clit. She’s going to ask you, Stacy. She’s going to ask you and she’ll know you’re lying to her. Stacy whimpers weakly as she fights with herself. Her clit hums with need, pleading to be touched. You can’t touch yourself! Control yourself, for Becca. “Fuck…” Stacy forces herself into the shower. She makes the water much colder than she normally would. ~~~ Stacy takes a cab to the address. The place is even nicer than she had expected. The house is mostly dark wood and rich, red brick. A stone walkway leads her to the front door. She can feel her nerves making her stomach churn. It’s uncomfortably distracting and makes her worry about knocking. Come on Stacy. This job could be way better. If it’s not, then you lose nothing anyways. She knocks on the thick, wooden door. Ugh. Stacy squirms in her black flats, her naked toes fidget inside. The sound of tall heels comes toward the door from the other side. Stacy holds her breath. The door opens. Miss Cara!? Ugh! Of course it’s her! How am I this naive? Cara watches Stacy’s face change with her fluctuating emotions. She seems to take some delight in this. “You’re on time, I like that. Would you like to come inside, dear?” Cara asks, politely. The nervous energy bubbling in Stacy’s stomach, begins evolving into a malicious sense of arousal. She feels embarrassed and vulnerable. Her body is telling her to be excited, but she knows she should be worried. Stacy bows her head slightly and enters the house. She immediately notices the marble foyer entrance, which turns into a beautiful, dark, hardwood floor. Cara notices the slight look of betrayal Stacy wears on her face. “I’m sorry. Did I not mention I’d be the one employing you?” She giggles. “How on Earth did I forget to mention that? Please forgive my silly neglect.” Stacy doesn’t know how to react. She’s clearly being used Escort Karaköy or manipulated by Cara, but isn’t completely sure why. “Why do you want me working for you? Is there actually even a real job?” Stacy demands, a little pissed off. Don’t talk to Miss Cara like that. What are you doing? Don’t make her upset with you! Cara smiles. “I assure you the job is real. I needed to hire someone, and I figured, you could use the help. Plus, the more I get to know you, the sooner I’ll trust you with my Becca. Hmm?” Stacy feels herself drawn into the situation. Her body relaxes just a little as Cara explains things to her. The woman’s voice has that effect. “Your resumé?” Cara requests, holding out her hand. Huh? Oh! Right. Stacy opens her bag and pulls out a nice folder with a freshly printed resume inside. She hands it over. “Great. Let me show you to the office. We’ll have a little chat.” Stacy takes a step forward, but Cara clears her throat. “You can leave your shoes at the door,” she adds. But, she’s still wearing her heels… Stacy feels it’s not worth putting up resistance on this and takes off her flats. The marble and hardwood floors feel cold on Stacy’s bare feet as Cara leads her down a long hallway. Cara’s tall, black heels, clack ominously and make her almost a foot taller than Stacy now. She wears a low-cut, white blouse that seems to hang from her elegantly, while still accentuating her gorgeous form. A tight, grey pencil skirt wraps around Cara’s high waist and splits at the bottom. Stacy tries not to stare as Cara gracefully floats in front of her. They enter a nice office suite at the end of the hall. It’s warm and welcoming inside with soft lighting and an even softer carpet. There’s a large desk in the middle of the room with chairs on either side. One of them is a luxurious looking, padded office chair, the other looks like something you’d find in a school, bare and rigid. “Please, have a seat Stacy,” Cara sings, offering her the stiff, wooden chair. Stacy sits her bum down on it hesitantly. It’s as uncomfortable as it looks. Cara reclines in her leather seat across the table from Stacy and studies the resumé. Stacy waits anxiously for Cara to say something. What is she doing? Does she just enjoy making me wait for her?  She knows the answer to this. Cara puts the paper down and crosses her nylon covered legs. Stacy can see a garter suspender peeking out from under Cara’s skirt. The thought of what’s up under that powerful woman’s outfit makes Stacy tingle with arousal. “Honestly, I trust you’re qualified and that you’d do a good job. I don’t think I need to conduct a formal interview. We’ll just learn a little about each other as we go. Hmm?” Cara posits, seeming very friendly. “Alright,” Stacy accepts, guardedly. “The job is yours, if you want it,” Cara offers. “What exactly does the job entail?” “I told you yesterday. I need an office and personal assistant. You see, I’m quite behind in a lot of my paperwork from the past few years and I have to admit, it’s not my strong suit. Why don’t we just do a trial day today. I’ll let you get the feel for it, and we’ll go from there, hmm?” “Okay. That sounds good. What would like me to get started on?” ~~~ Stacy sits on her uncomfortable chair staring at a couple of stacks of paper. Her thin, fashionable skirt affords barely any padding for her soft bum, which is already getting sore. She thumbs page by page, recording the dates and amounts of each file onto a tracking sheet. Cara sits across from her, still somewhat reclining, reading over a thick booklet of notes. Every once in a while she groans slightly or hums with surprised delight. Stacy can smell her perfume. It’s faint, but very powerful, like the scent of someone you miss on a piece of clothing. An hour or so goes by and Stacy has barely made a dent in the stack of papers she needs to go through. She can feel her little bum beginning to annoy her with with a dull, consistent ache. Focus Stacy. At least you get to sit down at this job. And, well, you get to look at… Stacy’s eyes wander across the table, subtly admiring Cara’s beautiful face and breasts. The woman Kayaşehir escort wiggles her lip between her teeth as she reads. Her mouth looks so lush and feminine. Her large eyes focus intently on the page as her fingers gently caress the glowing skin near her collarbone. Cara suddenly looks up to see Stacy watching her. Fuck! Stacy diverts her eyes and pretends she’s stretching her neck. Cara knows Stacy was watching her. She giggles quietly to herself. What are you doing? You’re being stupid. All you have to do is just this normal, easy work. You’ll get paid, impress Cara and get to date Becca soon. Cara sighs as she shifts positions, clearly tiring slightly herself. She leans forward and removes her heels. She moans with a sense of relief, then reclines her chair and puts her stocking feet up on the desk. Stacy can’t help but notice the gorgeous woman’s toes through the thin, dark material. They look pink and elegant, but convey an intense sexuality to Stacy’s innocent eyes. “Would you be a dear,” Cara begins, not looking up from her work, “and just rub my feet for me?” What? That doesn’t seem… “I find it so hard to focus when I’m not comfortable.” You’re the one in the soft chair! Stacy can’t decide how to react. She feels incredibly weary of upsetting Miss Cara in any significant way. Unfortunately, she’s not very good at knowing what will or won’t do this, yet. Cara senses Stacy’s hesitation and tries to quash it. “Unless you’d prefer to keep doing that paperwork?” Stacy can smell the aroma from Cara’s beautiful feet. She finds it hauntingly alluring to have the faint odour of sweat and femininity filling her nose. Stacy feels her mouth begin to water. Suddenly, all she can think about is Cara’s tight nylons. They beg to be touched as they sit within Stacy’s reach. Almost, uncontrollably, Stacy leans forward and wraps her hands around Cara’s warm, elegant feet. “Ohh, yes. Thanks, dear,” Cara groans, seeming to get great pleasure from the sensation. She scoots down a little further in her chair, bringing her feet closer to Stacy. She continues to read the thick stack of papers in her hand. Stacy tightens her grip on the woman’s foot. She presses her young fingers into Cara’s soft soles. She can’t ignore how turned on she’s getting from this. Her little pussy is tingling warmly between her thighs. Stacy can feel it becoming incredibly tight as she tries to relax herself, but the aroma from the nylons is preventing her from thinking about anything else. Stacy’s thumbs slowly push up and down over the tender, stocking-covered skin. Each time she finds a new sensitive area, Cara purrs and moans with enjoyment. Each one of these audible emissions makes Stacy feel tighter and wetter. Oh god. She’s so beautiful, she’s so sexy. I’m being paid to rub her feet!? I’m being paid to sit in this damn uncomfortable chair and be horny? Stacy isn’t sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. She moves her hands to the other foot, using her delicate fingers to rub each one of Cara’s toes. They feel incredibly erotic underneath the thin, sexy fabric. Stacy’s pussy begins to throb quietly, urging her to give it some attention. Is she just going to keep letting me do this? Is she going to turn this into some sort of sex initiation? Is she going to finger me again? Stacy can feel her whole body tense up with extreme arousal at this thought. She feels almost light headed as her breathing intensifies. Does she want me to say anything to her? She looks so focused on her work. Is she messing with me or is she serious? A deep worry grows inside of her. She doesn’t want to do anything to upset her new employer, who holds the keys not only to her job but her girlfriend. She decides to keep slowly, affectionately rubbing Miss Cara’s feet. Their tender tissue is as soft as it is sensuous. She’s not even paying attention to me! Is this normal for her? Does she think I find this a normal thing? She still seems completely focused on her work. I don’t understand. She’s been so normal and professional with me since I arrived… besides this foot massage. This is such a fucked up, confusing situation. The Küçükçekmece escort bayan feet bend and react to Stacy’s touch. She can feel Cara’s toes wiggle slightly between her fingers. Their delicious scent penetrates her nose and fills her head with desire. She can’t help but imagine the other night at the bar, when these feet were pressing up against her naughty, hungry, wet pussy. Oh fuck… I can’t. I can’t do this. What if… what if I just started touching myself? No, that’s totally inappropriate. Is it? Oh god I want to. No, she’d fire you. Would she? Stacy’s young, tight pussy throbs warmly beneath her skirt. She can feel it emanating heat against her thighs. She thinks about subtly moving her fingers down her waistband to relieve some of the tension boiling inside her. No. You can’t. She made you promise not to touch yourself, remember? Oh fuck! “Thank you dear, that was lovely,” Cara compliments, pulling her feet from the desk. Stacy sits motionless, paralyzed waiting for whatever’s to come next. Cara seems relaxed, but her eyes remain fixed on the page. She furrows a brow at something she’s reading. What the hell? Is she doing all of this just to mess with me? Probably… “Stacy?” Cara’s voice calls, interrupting Stacy from her contemplation. “Umm, yes? Sorry, what is it?” Stacy fumbles, trying to disguise her distractedness. “I will need you to get back to those files now. They’re kind of at the top of my priorities list,” Cara explains, very business-like. Her voice totally devoid of any real affection. Stacy feels betrayed. She slowly bows her head and sees how much boring paperwork remains to be done. Hesitantly, she picks her pen back up and starts recording information. ~~~ Another half hour or so goes by. To Stacy, it feels almost like a day. Her pussy is still wound up and contracting tightly every few seconds to remind her of its needs. Sitting in this rigid, unforgiving chair with the most gorgeous, confident, mysterious woman across from her, makes Stacy crazy. Miss Cara puts down her heavy notebook and closes it. She rubs her eyes and sighs gently. Break time? Stacy tries not to get her hopes up, but she doesn’t know how much longer she can stand to focus on this mundane work. Her swollen, greedy insides refuse to let her relax. Cara doesn’t even look at Stacy though as she inspects the room briefly, before unzipping the side of her skirt. What is she doing? Stacy can feel herself almost shaking as she watches Miss Cara loosen her skirt. Anxiety and excitement course through her nerves. Cara keeps her skirt on, but pulls it down her waist just slightly, revealing the top of her garter belt. She closes her eyes as her left hand wanders across her plump breasts. She moans with relaxed enjoyment as she gives them both a tender squeeze. Stacy drops her pen on the desk and it rolls onto the floor. Miss Cara’s eyes shoot open, almost disturbed. “Be careful, Stacy. You startled me.” Miss Cara’s eyes close again as her right hand slides down under the top of her skirt. I don’t understand what’s happening. What does she want me to do? Does she expect me to just sit here while she does this? Among other things, Stacy feels an intense jealousy as she watches Cara’s hand move slowly under her skirt. Miss Cara’s face looks full of happiness and true enjoyment as she plays with her large breasts and presumably perfect pussy. Stacy swears she’s able to smell Cara’s arousal from across the table. It tantalizes her vagina as it becomes thoroughly moist between her legs. Stacy’s wearing a cotton, white g-string to hide her panty line under her skirt. She can feel the thin material becoming damp as she watches the woman across from her, almost in a trance. I’ll just put my fingers down my skirt. She can’t see me. She won’t know. Stacy licks her lips unconsciously as her hand drops under the desk and onto her lap. Cara spreads her legs, unknowingly giving Stacy a detailed look at the black panties she’s wearing under her skirt. They match her garter belt. Stacy becomes transfixed between the woman’s legs. She can just make out Miss Cara’s slender, strong fingers moving up and down underneath the translucent panties. Stacy’s hand reaches for the button on the side of her skirt. She can feel her slit drooling as it tingles excitedly. I’ll just… no! No you can’t. She’ll know. She’ll catch you. Don’t give her another reason to withhold Becca from you. Stacy almost whines out loud as she fights with her desperate body.

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