Shy... (44 page)

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Darla spent her day thinking about the girl she had hired
herself to be alone in the house with her husband all day. She spent her entire
day distracted and on edge. Others around her noticed and after she snapped at
someone for the third time, they started keeping their distance.

Darla knew it was her own fault. Jack didn’t even want an
assistant and Darla had picked her from the profiles. She had passed over a
couple passable male candidates, but Darla had thought of it at the time as
helping another woman get started in business.

“Her profile picks were just of her face.” Darla muttered.

One of the female interns in the type of suit Sky should
have been wearing stopped by Darla’s door and said, “What was that, ma’am?”

Ma’am was for old women – ten years older than the tight
skirt tart she had hired to “assist” her husband. Darla said, “Nothing. I
wasn’t talking to you.”

The intern dropped her head and slinked away. “Yes, ma’am.
Sorry, ma’am.”

Darla almost yelled to not call her ma’am, but she stopped
herself and reined her anger back in.

She had even told Sky to dress comfortably. She shook her
head and bit the insides of her cheeks.

Darla started picturing Sky bent over the kitchen counter,
spilling the water on the floor, laughing, and getting pounded from behind by
Jack with her skirt up around her waist. She saw Sky on her back on the dining
room table, legs spread wide, and Jack facedown in her pussy slurping away.
Darla saw Jack typing at his computer as Sky squeezed under his desk taking his
cock gently into her mouth and slowly sucking him off all day long. She was
reaching up her easy access skirt and rubbing her young, tight pussy as she did
it just in case Jack wanted a little snack during his next break.

Darla felt herself getting wet and her nipples hardening as
she swirled with passionate thoughts, anger, and jealousy. She took a deep
breath and pressed on her breasts through her blouse with her palms to smooth
her nipples back down.

She finally made it to the end of the day and drove home.

She burst into the house and looked at the dining room
table. It was clear of dishes. Darla caught herself actually looking for ass
prints. Jack was at his computer as usual and typing away. She peeked over to
see if Sky was hiding underneath. Jack had changed into jeans and a button up
shirt. Darla felt a lump in her throat thinking that Jack had changed clothes
with Sky in the house.

He turned around. “Oh, how was your day?”

“Good.” Darla lied. “How was yours?”

“Never better. I got so much done.”

“Really?”

He got a strange look on his face and turned back to his
computer. “Yes, it was great. You really helped me out. Thank you.”

Darla stared at him for a long moment. “Great. You’re
welcome.”

She walked back through the house. The sinks were clear and
the counters were clean. The laundry hamper was empty.

Darla walked back and found Sky in their bedroom. A half
empty basket of laundry sat on the made bed. Skyler knelt over the open, bottom
drawer of their dresser.

Her skirt had ridden up enough that Darla saw her black panties
with white, lace frills around the legs. They weren’t a thong, but they were
cut high so that plenty of cheek showed on each side. Darla thought she could
bounce a quarter off that ass. The panties reminded her of a French maid
outfit. They were the kind of panties a girl wore when she was planning on
getting fucked.

Sky finished stuffing the drawer and pushed it back in. She
leaned forward flaring her ass out more. That was the kind of ass a man would
want to bounce more than a quarter off of – even a good man like Jack.

Sky stood and returned to the bed. She smoothed her skirt,
such as it was, down over her ass and just over the tops of her thighs which
was as far as it would reach. So, she was aware that she was showing the goods.
Darla expected Sky to look down the hall to see if anyone was looking. She did
not.

The skirt rode right back up as Sky brought one knee up
onto the bed. The arched back, one extended leg and one bent leg, defined her ass
like something chiseled out of marble. Even Darla wanted to take a bite out of
that ass.

Sky took out Jack’s sweat pants and tee shirt from the
basket next. They were the ones Jack had been wearing this morning. Darla felt
heat rise in her face. He had undressed, Sky had taken his clothes, washed
them, dried them, and now folded them. Darla knew there was no rational reason
to think this meant that Jack had fucked Sky in their bed before she made it
and washed his clothes, but that was all she could picture. In her mind, Jack
drove in deep and unloaded all his cum inside her pussy.

Darla licked her lips.

Sky turned with Jack’s pants in her hands. She spotted
Darla in the hallway and startled. “Oh. Hello. I didn’t hear you come in,
ma’am.”

Darla cleared her throat. “Call me Darla.”

“Yes, ma’am, I mean, Darla. I’m just taking this last load
and then we’re done … unless there is something else you need.”

Darla saw that Sky’s hand was clutched over the crotch of
Jack’s pants and that brought up more pictures. Darla shook her head more to
clear the images than to answer the girl’s question. “No, you can go.”

“I’ll finish this up and then see you in the morning.”

Darla stepped forward and took Jack’s clothes out of Sky’s
hands. “You’ve done enough today. I’ll finish this.”

Sky lowered her hands and smoothed down her skirt. “Yes,
ma’am … ugh, Darla. I finished Jack’s list and was just completing this last
chore. It was a good day.”

Darla swallowed. “You did everything he needed? Did he make
a long list?”

***

“Yes. It was very long. I told him he can give me more
tomorrow. I can take as much as he can give me. He said he was going to give me
much more tomorrow. He might even sneak a few more in after I’m done with those.
I told him I can take it. I know what to do, so he can make it as hard as he
wants before he …”

Darla coughed and said, “Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow then,
Sky.”

Sky nodded and turned to go. She heard Jack and Sky
exchange words. Jack laughed and Darla felt the blood rush to her head.

She sat down on the bed. Darla tossed the clothes back in
the basket and shoved the basket off the bed into the floor. “Sky can pick that
shit up tomorrow with that tight, little ass sticking out.”

Darla pictured Sky doing it. She would have to bend down
and show her panties again. Darla buried her face in her hands and sighed.

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Over the next few days, Jack grew even more comfortable
with Sky. He talked about how great she was and how much he was getting done.
He didn’t even seem self-conscious about her flitting around the house and over
his desk in her tight clothes over her tight body.

Darla looked at her dark hair in the mirror and then out at
Sky’s bottle blond curls. This was a nightmare and Darla was dreaming about
Jack being seduced by Sky every night.

Darla considered telling Sky to dress more professionally,
but it had been long enough that the conversation would be beyond awkward. Even
in loose clothes, Sky would still be a young, little bombshell. If anything,
clothes that hid her curves would just remind Jack of what he had seen and he
would imagine her body underneath every time he saw her.

Darla stepped into the kitchen about a week and a half
after she started. Sky was wearing Capri pants at least, but if anything, they
were tighter and showed more of her body than the skirts had. She would be back
in skirts or shorts again tomorrow, Darla knew.

Jack was out in his car looking for something.

Sky rinsed off a dish and water splashed up on her tee
shirt. “Oopsie.”

Darla rolled her eyes. “You have quite a fashion sense,
Sky.”

“Thank you. I never was able to wear my best clothes at my
old jobs. I love being here with you two.”

“Jack is treating you well?”

A smile flashed across Sky’s lips and red touched her
cheeks. Darla didn’t like that at all.

Sky stared down at the dishes. “Oh, yes. He is a great
boss. He’s really using me now. I think I’m fitting into his system nicely.”

“He’s a good man,” Darla said.

Sky nodded.

“Deserves to be treated well,” Darla added.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sky chewed at her lip. “Ugh, yes, Darla.”

“Do you like the way he looks at you, Sky?”

Sky’s face went bright red and her hands hovered above the
sink. “No … he, I mean, he doesn’t look at me – not like that.”

“You want him to though, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what to say here, Darla.” Sky turned her attention
on Darla, but couldn’t look her in the eye. “He’s a great man. You know he’s
sexy. I didn’t come here to try to seduce him, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“But you wouldn’t turn him down, if he offered himself.”

Darla took a step toward her and Sky took a step back.

“I need this job,” Sky said. “I’m not looking to mess
things up here.”

“But if things were different, you would love to fuck Jack,
wouldn’t you?”

Sky swallowed and said, “Don’t fire me, please, Darla. I’m
not looking to insult him or you.”

“What if I ordered you to help me seduce him?” Darla tilted
her head. “What if we both wanted you to do it, would you?”

“Is this a trick or a test, Darla?”

“No trick,” Darla said. “I have the image of you two stuck in
my head and it is getting in the way of my work.”

“We haven’t done anything. He wouldn’t. He’s faithful to
you. I’m just an assistant.”

Darla held up a hand. “I didn’t say you did. It is my
thing, but I could use your help getting it out of my system.”

“What are you asking, Darla?”

“You say you think you can fit into the system nicely, you
find Jack attractive, any man would find your young body in those tight clothes
attractive, I need help getting past it, and I think Jack could use a little adventure
too.”

“You want me to seduce your husband?” Sky narrowed her
eyes. “After I do it, you would resent me and I would get fired anyway.”

Darla shook her head. “No, I want you to do it in front of
me. If I know it only happens when I decide it does, then I can get past it.”

Sky looked away and then shook her head. “It won’t happen
at all. You can trust Jack and I can wear less … casual clothes, if that is
part of it.”

Darla shook her head. “We are way past that point. This is
what I want. This is what Jack wants. If I can trust you to do this when I want
it done, then I can trust you not to do it. I am a woman that controls
everything around her at work. It is my problem, but to keep my control at
work, I’ll have to get control of this. This is what I need from you, Sky. Can
I count on you?”

Sky swallowed. “Well, if I have to do chores anyway, this
would be one I would enjoy, if you are sure.”

Darla stepped up right in front of Sky and Sky backed into
the counter. Darla said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay.”

“What color are your panties today?”

Sky smiled. “Have you noticed my panties, Darla?”

“Hard not to,” Darla said. “What color are they today?”

“It’s a tough color to describe. It might be best, if you
just looked, ma’am.”

“Why do you keep calling me ma’am, Sky?”

“Maybe I’m hoping you will spank me.”

Darla reached out and pulled the front of Sky’s capris. She
worked them down her hips and over her tight stomach.

“Are you even wearing panties?”

“You’re pulling them down. Don’t stop.”

The capris came off Sky’s ass and Darla saw that the
panties were a shiny copper color. “Does your bra match?”

“Check.”

Darla reached up and cupped Sky’s breast over her tee
shirt. Sky returned the favor.

The front door to the house opened and closed. They kept
touching each other. They waited to see if Jack would walk in on them. The
sound of him typing at the computer just a few feet away commenced. If he
leaned out to look around the corner or over the counter, he would see them
touching each other.

“Do you want to do this with him now?” Sky’s voice was
breathy.

“Later, I’ll tell you the plan.” Darla let go of Sky’s
breast and pulled her capris back over her hips. “Wear something easy access.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Darla reached around and spanked Sky with one crisp clap
against her ass cheek. Sky yelped and then whispered. “Yes, Darla.”

“Everything okay in there?” Jack called.

“Fine,” Darla said.

“Just dropped something.” Sky added.

Darla walked away leaving Sky leaning on the counter
catching her breath.

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