Rebecca entered the bar to the usual round of catcalls. “Hey Becky!” “Rebecca!” Good evening Miss Howe!” She paused near the door to give her chief tormentor time to find a good line.

Carla took in the bright red full length flounce dress with shoulder ruffs and the black high heeled boots and spoke: “Looking very hot tonight, Rebecca, you look like Miss Kitty in a whorehouse!”

Rebecca took Carla aside and whispered: “You don’t know what it’s like. Robin’s been in jail for four months. They won’t give us conjugal rights just because we’re not actually married.”

“My God! You haven’t had sex in four months?” Carla hissed. “You can hurt yourself with that kind of behavior.”

“I know, but I’m trying to save myself for Robin.”

“So what’s with the dress?” Carla asked.

“Well I love to watch those inmates. You should see them when I walk down the cell line in an outfit like this. I walk stiff legged so the boot heels clank on the runway. You wouldn’t believe the noises and suggestions they make. It’s very arousing.”

“You’ve gotta promise to take me along next time.”

“Where’s Sam? I’ve got some order I have to discuss with him.”

“He and Dianne are in the back doing inventory.”

Rebecca flounced her way across the bar to her office, followed by hoots and leers from most of the male patrons. She stepped into the office and closed the door behind her. As her eyes gradually dilated to the dark room, she saw Dianne’s denim skirt, cashmere sweater, and silk panties and bra all stacked neatly on the floor next to the desk, with her waitress’s pad on top of the pile.

Next she saw Diane herself, lying naked on her back on the desk, with her knees pulled up near her shoulders like a gigged frog. Sam, with his pants around his ankles stood between her legs, pumping rhythmically into her. Rebecca walked within six feet of the couple before either of them noticed her.

Dianne suddenly started and clapped her hands over her breasts and said “Sam!” Sam looked up briefly, nodded “Hi Becks” and resumed his rhythmic thrusting.

“Oh, Sam!” Dianne cried, now trying to cover three anatomical features with only two hands.

Stepping up to the desk, Rebecca said: “Oh for God’s sake, Diane. It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.” She looked down at Sam’s crotch and exclaimed: “But Sam on the other hand … I see the rumors are true. That’s a very impressive dick.”

Rebecca took a couple of steps back from the desk, and said: “Don’t mind me, just go ahead; I’ll use my desk later. Sam and Diane resumed their coupling without speaking.

For a minute or two, Rebecca just watched, restlessly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Then she slowly slipped the strap of her dress off her left shoulder. She slid her right hand into the top of her dress and began playing with her nipple.

After a few moments she observed conversationally to Sam: “I’m surprised you can put a cock that size in such a skinny little thing without splitting her.” Without looking up, Sam replied: “She lubricates very heavily. She comes real easy too.”

“Can I see?” asked Rebecca.

“No!” cried Diane.

“Sure.” answered Sam.

Accepting Sam’s answer, Rebecca moved over to the desk and slid her hand down Diane’s smooth belly into her crotch. “My god, she is a juicy one, isn’t she!” Then rather than withdraw her hand, Rebecca began rolling Diane’s clit like a ball bearing in oil. Diane’s protests trailed away into a low moan. Without stopping her hand motion, Rebecca lowered her head and began to suck vigorously on Diane’s right nipple. Diane’s moans gradually grew louder and more guttural. Suddenly her legs straightened convulsively sticking straight up in the air above Sam’s shoulders and her whole body shook violently.

“You weren’t kidding, Sam! That was a good one.” Rebecca remarked.

“She’ll do that a few more times before the night’s over, then she’ll be set for another month or so.” Sam replied.

Rebecca moved away from the desk again and watched Diane gradually relax and resume the steady penetration from Sam’s huge dick.

After a minute, Rebecca seemed to make up her mind about something. She slipped the dress off both shoulders and shucked it down onto the floor. She was completely naked under the dress.

Rebecca stepped up to the desk and clambered up on it. She straddled Diane’s waist, then knee walked up and positioned her crotch directly above Diane’s face.

Diane turned her face away in disgust. “Oh Rebecca!”
“Listen Diane, don’t you think I’ve heard of what goes on in that Phi Epsilon Delta fraternity you’re so proud of?”

“But …”

“But nothing, try to remember who signs your paychecks and who’s desk your humping your boyfriend on during work hours.” Rebecca grabbed a fistful of Diane’s hair, pulling her head upwards.