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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)
“Sorry fellas… I just couldn’t help overhearing. Sounds like a very interesting workplace you have there haha!” you laugh, hoping that John doesn’t recognize your voice and that they won’t get pissed off with you eavesdropping.
“No worries, buy us a couple of beers and we’ll call it good!” replies John laughing along with you.
“Yeah, all good! Make it one of those fancy craft beers though!” chimes in old mate. “Anyways, what’s your name man?”
“Um, Ross”, you say unable to think of anything else.
John cackles “Haha, that’s her husband’s name! What a hoot!”
Relieved that a fight didn’t start out, and that John appears not to recognize you, you motion to the bartender and order three beers. As the bartender hands them over, you can’t help but shake your head in wonder. How it got to the point that you’re buying beers for these guys? One of them had your girlfriend blow him all afternoon yesterday, then beg him to fuck her with his “big cock” on the phone. The other one sounds like he’s the sleaze who sexually harasses her at work. To cap if off they’ve both been sitting here discussing your girlfriend’s blow job talents. As disturbing as that all sounds you have to reach down and adjust the boner in your pants again. John’s voice snaps you back to the moment.
“Here’s to slutty cheating girlfriends who love to suck their bosses dick!” toasts John holding up his beer and clinking it with his mate. They both turn to you and hold out their bottles. As you raise your beer in return, John suddenly stops laughing.
“Don’t look now boys, but here she is. Mate, you better fuck off, I don’t want you to ruin it for me.”
“Sure thing boss!” smiles old mate, beating a hasty retreat.
Turning to you, John says, “But Ross, you should stay. It’ll be funny as hell to have her chat to you and have to say her boyfriend’s name all night! From the looks of that dress she’s wearing the view will be worth it! What do ya say?”
“Um, sure, I guess,” you stammer, hoping that Rachel doesn’t freak out, but glad that at least you’re able to get a close-up view of your sexy girlfriend behaving like a slut in public. You see John smile.
“Ah Rachel! I thought you were never going to arrive! You look ravishing! That outfit really does show off your attributes nicely. Is it new? You didn’t buy it just for me did you? Whatever would your boyfriend think? Oh! Where are my manners? Let me introduce my new friend. Rachel, say hello to Ross.”
You slowly turn around. There she is, your girlfriend, standing there looking like a wet dream, breasts plainly bulging at the open scooped neck of the little black dress. You look down at her legs encased in the sheer black stockings, and then drag your eyes up to her face. The makeup is a little over the top compared to her usual minimalist look. Bright red lipstick covers her pretty lips, accentuating the perfect cupids bow that you love so much. You watch as realization dawns across your girlfriend’s face as she stares at you totally confused.
“Oh, um, Hi. Nice to meet you”, stammers Rachel. Turning to John she continues, “I thought it was just the two of us tonight? How do you know, um Ross, wasn’t it?”
“Funny story. Ross here had a little accident and soaked me in his beer, so we’ve been chatting over the beer he bought me to say sorry! I thought it’d be nice for him to meet the star of the story that caused the whole mess in the first place. Him sharing the same name with your boyfriend just makes the whole thing hilarious. Let’s grab a booth!”
John stands up and puts his arm around Rachel’s waist and directs her across the room. Rachel looks back over her shoulder with a “WTF?” panicked expression just as you all arrive at a booth in a dimly corner of the bar. John slides Rachel into the corner and gestures for you to sit opposite. With that, John goes back to the bar.
“What’s going on, Ross? John isn’t supposed to know that this is for real! What’s wrong with you?” says Rachel, clearly upset. You motion for her to relax and explain John is has no idea that you’re her Ross, and that everything is fine. Rachel calms down and gives you a big sexy smile.
“Okay… but are you sure you want to be this close up and personal?” questions Rachel. “John has expectations…”
“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it,” you quip, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes. “Anyway, I’ve seen that act before. In for a penny, in for a pound!”
“Oh, you really think you’re ready for this? I’m warning you. I’m not going to say no to much of anything that John wants from me. I’m going to be a complete slut.”
This seems to upset you as much as it turns you on. “Going to be? Don’t let me stop you. Not that I think I could,” you taunt, a little hurt by Rachel’s honesty.
“Okay. I deserved that. But you’re right. You won’t stop me. But I do want you to know that I love you and appreciate you going along with this. Thank you,” replies Rachel, a little bit shame-faced.
Before you can reply, John returns to the booth. “Here we are! Vodkas all around!” he cheers placing six shot glasses on the table. Holding one to Rachel’s lips he tips it back. “Drink up!”. Rachel opens her mouth and John pours the whole thing in. “Well done Rachel! You really can swallow like a pro!”
Gasping, Rachel blushes. “Thanks for the compliment boss… I do try to please…” she murmurs, slipping into her subservient slut persona.
Wow you think, that didn’t take long did it? You start to wonder though. How much of this is an act, and how much is well, just Rachel? Before you can contemplate much more, John passes you a vodka shot and a second to Rachel.
“Bottoms up!” John exclaims, downing his drink in one gulp. You follow suit — what else can you do? Rachel downs hers, but spills a bit down her chin. John notices this as well and picks up a napkin.
“Oh Rachel, you dribbled! Here let me get that for you.” John reaches over and wipes your girlfriend’s chin, down her neck and then pats the top of her boobs dry. “My, my. This dress is very loose fitting up top. It looks like some went further down. We can’t have that can we? Rachel, lean closer”, instructs John, “and hold your dress open a bit so I can reach better.”
Rachel just turns toward John and leans in. Slowly she lifts her hands to her chest, and pulls the neckline of her dress out and down. Her boobs are totally on view with no bra to cover them. John makes a big show of reaching in and patting her boobs dry. After a few seconds he gives up all pretence, drops the napkin, and openly fondles your girlfriend’s boobs. Rachel sits there holding her dress open, her eyes closed with a large smile on her face. John looks over at you and gives you a lecherous wink.
“Her boobs are fantastic Ross! Want a feel?” Turning back to your girlfriend he continues “Rachel, wake up!” In her trance-like state Rachel appears not to notice. “Rachel, I said Ross wants a feel too!” At the mention of your name Rachel’s eyes suddenly open and she smiles wickedly right at you.
“Ross! Oh my god!” she exclaims feigning shock, “John, what are you doing? We can’t do this right in front of my boyfriend!” she goes on, trying not to giggle. “I’m so sorry Ross!”
John immediately gets it. “Haha, this is going to be fun! You really do like the idea of being a slutty little girlfriend don’t you”, turning to you he goes on “Up for a little bit of role-playing? How lucky can ya get? The same name as her boyfriend?”
You’re torn. A ring-side seat to see your slut girlfriend get up to who-knows-what is a dream come true. But actually being there in person? Can you cope? Or should you walk away with disgust at their little fantasy?
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