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"...but I kept on telling him 'no, I'm not a prodigy, I need some time to learn this.' You know what I'm saying?"
Surprisingly, I did. Caitlyn was usually one to blabber on and on about nothing, but this was a rare time when I could relate to one of her lunch-time stories/rants.
"Yeah, I know." I said with a snicker, dropping some shrimp into my mouth with my chopsticks. "The new boss here is crazy, I swear. He's probably half a decade younger than either of us."
With a mouthful of her sandwich, Caitlyn nodded and gestured towards me, as if to say 'That's what I'm saying.' When she finally gulped it down, she smirked. "You see, that's why I like you Mary, because you know what's going on. You're not just another office drone who goes through the motions everyday. You're a real..."
I blushed, and looked down at my food, very flattered by her compliments. "Hey, it's nothing Cait, it's...nothing?" Something had cut her off. With a bit of a startled expression, I looked up. Caitlyn was staring at me, wide eyed and slack jawed. She had dropped her sandwich onto the table, and was trembling slightly as if in unspeakable pain.
"Mary..." She sputtered, going pale. "What's...happening..."
By the time I had an answer to that question, Caitlyn was gone. Her body had loosened up and started to move as normal again, but I knew that wasn't Caitlyn staring down at her nails with a curious expression.
I groaned and grit my teeth, packing my half-eaten lunch back into my bag, and walking away from the table. "I'm not doing this, Rose." I said angrily as I left.
Caitlyn's body quickly caught up with me, leaving her things at the table. "C'mon, you didn't even hear my cool monologue."
"I don't want to hear it." I said harshly, doing my best to look like everything was normal as I walked back to my office. "Just put Caitlyn back and leave me alone."
I didn't stop to watch her, but Caitlyn's possessed form stopped following me then. I assumed Rosaria had taken my word, and gone back to her own job, which I assumed she was taking time off from to do this. This would mean less hours for her, less money for us, and more work for me.
When I opened my office door, my intern/assistant was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an admittedly chiseled body. At the sound of the door opening, he turned to look at me with a slightly disheveled appearance. "Oh, wow, that was fast." He said with an accent and speech pattern that belonged to Rosaria, not him. "I was going to have him undress all the way, but I suppose this could-"
"He's a decade and a half younger than me, Rosaria ." I was getting mad now, not just frustrated, mad. "I'm going to pretend I didn't see this. When I get back from the bathroom, you better be out of him." Without looking, I turned around and walked down the hall to the female bathroom on this floor. I could feel some emotions brewing in me. Mostly fear, anger, but I couldn't deny that underneath all of this I was somewhat...flattered. Rosaria certainly tried to spice up our relationship however she could.
When I got to the bathroom, the front desk receptionist (I didn’t know her name) was standing there. She was naked from the waist up, and was grinning from ear to ear. "I want to fuck you Mary. Right. Now." She walked over to me, arms out, but I pushed her away before walking into a stall.
"No means no, Rosaria. Go back to your job." I spat. I then locked the door, pulled my pants down, and sat at the toilet, leaning onto my legs and thinking. My heart was pounding. I hated that Rosaria could get me worked up so easily, but at the same time, there was something fucking awesome about it.
Outside, I could hear the receptionist, or Rosaria in her body, redress herself and walk out of the bathroom. The coast was clear, for now at least, but my heart kept pounding.
I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. In and out. In and out. In and out. It wasn't long before a soft, docile calm was spreading across me, wiping away the stress and tension. “There we go,” I mumbled under my breath, “She’s gone, there’s nothing to panic about, everything’s back to normal…”
I should've felt rage as my mind got cloudier and cloudier, gradually drifting away from my body. I should've fought with all the willpower I had as the cloudy feeling spread downwards, numbing my body one part at a time, starting with my face. I should’ve at least said something as I felt a new presence join me in my head, taking control while I watched blissfully from the sidelines.
But by the time I had realized what was happening, it was already too late. I was too lost in the warm, sensual haze to do anything but submissively hand myself over to her.
My mouth smirked all on its own, and looked down at my body. "You know you can't escape me. When the witch girl wants, the witch girl gets." I said triumphantly. Wait, was I saying this? I didn't think so. But...thinking was just too hard right now. It was so much easier to just sit in this secluded corner of my head and observe rather than participate.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna give you a nice little break." My mouth whispered as one hand started teasing my clitoris. The other snaked up my shirt, pushing past my bra and started tweaking at my nipple. My hands now had a mind of their own as well.
But they weren't really my hands at that point, they were Rosaria's.
I couldn't help but get into the rhythm of it, as my body was filled with tingles of pleasure. Rosaria knew exactly where to touch me and what pace to go at. Soon enough, my chest was heaving, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My hands were sneaking in and out of my vagina now, their passage becoming easier and easier.
I wasn't sure how many people entered and exited the bathroom as Rosaria used me to shamelessly get off on the toilet, but there had to have been a few. Luckily for me, my girlfriend had the wherewithal to stay absolutely quiet, so none of them were the wiser.
Eventually, the pleasure damn burst, and I orgasmed. Rosaria kept my mouth sealed tight as our pace increased to maximize the high. My body writhed in pleasure, and my hips instinctively started rocking back and forth.
When it had been milked for all it was worth, she smiled and leaned back on the toilet. "There we go, how difficult was that? You need to stop resisting so much Mary, just go with the flow."
Still panting a bit, I found myself pulling my fingers out of my nether region and holding them up to my face. They were coated in juice. "Fuck, this was so hot. I don’t know how I’ve never thought of this before. Well, I'm going to go back to my body, have a nice day at work!" I then stuck my fluid-covered fingers into my mouth and started licking around. As I did this, swallowing the god-awful tasting juices, I found the numbness disappearing from my body.
When I was finally sure that she was gone and I could control myself again, I pulled the fingers out of my mouth, wiped myself down, and did my best to pull myself back together. My mind was telling me to be furious, but my gut had a much different reaction to what had transpired. Either way, when I got home I was going to have quite a few words for Rosaria.
When I finally exited the bathroom, I was a little sweaty, but otherwise looked completely normal.