The last was a low whisper, but of such intensity that the redhead took a step back.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” Lauren mewed, shutting her eyes as she did so. “Just…just stand watch. Oh, god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Just stand watch. Make sure no one sees…”
Rachel could do no more than offer a simple nod, but Lauren had passed the point where she even cared any more. Her first orgasm hit, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. Her legs were spread beneath her desk, her knuckles going white from squeezing the edge and holding on for dear life. She shut her eyes, reeling under the explosions taking place deep inside of her.
“Nnnggghhh!” the blonde croaked, wave after wave of sexual energy overtaking her. She kept whispering to herself, everything coming out soft, but intense, before degenerating into nothing more than a string of curses. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
There was a pause, just long enough for the naked girl to catch her breath. Misreading the situation, Rachel asked, “Lauren? Lauren?”
“Not done yet,” Lauren panted. No, she’d only just begun. She pressed her forehead up against the edge of her desk, her breasts dangling beneath her as she did so. Her body had taken her higher and higher still, only to drop her back down to begin again. She could feel the moistness in her pussy, could feel her skin sweating all over. She stuck to the leather chair beneath her bare ass.
“Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!”
The redhead stood frozen on the far side of the office. She leaned towards the window every now and then to check to see if anyone was coming. But, at the same time, Rachel was never able to completely look away, fixated on the naked blonde writhing in sexual gratification, gripped by some unknown force. It was out of place, completely unexpected of Lauren Laframboise, and Rachel had a difficult time telling herself that yes, this was happening, in the middle of the day at work.
The blonde slipped from her shoes, finding more traction in the rug with her bare feet. She continued to lean forward, her head against the desk, and both hands still held tight. She bit down on her forearm, muffling the squeals and yips, silencing the exclamations to whatever deity was responsible for such religious fervor.
Lauren’s pussy lips went numb after the second climax. Not that it mattered much — by then, the depths of Lauren’s cunt had become the epicenter from which her whole body shook. By the third, her clit began to ache, untouched but throbbing so much from the very beginning that the girl was no longer sure if it was pulsating in time with her heart, or if it had been the other way around. And, by the time the fourth struck, Lauren had gone far past the point of physical exhaustion. She fought the urge to just collapse, to fall into a deep, deep slumber, instead focusing her attention on the rhythm of her heaving chest. In, then out. In, then out. In, then out.
Tears were streaming down from Lauren’s cheeks when she lifted her head to see her friend. Given what had just transpired, Rachel mistook the tears and smeared make-up for humiliation and degradation. But while there was no denying Lauren had enough of those emotions to go around, she’d begun crying out of simultaneous sheer physical joy and sheer physical exhaustion.
“Bathroom,” was all that Lauren could mutter. She avoided eye contact with her friend as she tentatively took to her feet, steadying herself with an arm on the desk. Lauren was in no condition to be walking — or even standing, for that matter. But she needed to get up, or else she risked blacking out again. She needed to put distance between herself and her office.
Ginger noticed the tears as Lauren hobbled by, but Rachel put her hand up and insisted that she would deal with it. No need to get more people involved, no need to embarrass Lauren more than she already had.
The blonde had no interest in trekking around to the other side of the building for the women’s room, so she just stumbled into the men’s.
“Lauren! That’s the men’s room!” Rachel gasped, a few steps behind.
“There’s no one in here,” Lauren mumbled.
Rachel followed behind, nervous that there would be someone inside, or someone that would come barging in a few seconds after them. Lauren, though, felt no such fear, and didn’t seem the least bit unnerved by the fact that she was splashing bare foot through the puddles that formed in the men’s room.
Lauren turned and stared intensely at the redhead, as if she were trying to see something inside of her. She seemed to shrug, before squatting in the middle of the men’s room floor, and relieving herself into the drain.
“I’m fucked anyways,” Lauren said aloud. “Might as well revel in just how disgusting I’ve become.”
Rachel wasn’t sure what to say. “Lauren? What? What’s going on?”
The blonde, having finished pissing, stood and shuffled towards the sink. She rinsed her hands, splashing cold water on her face, and then ran a handful of cool water over her steamy slit.
“My body,” Lauren answered finally. She sat her bare ass down against the edge of the counter. “My body has decided I need to relax.”
“You don’t seem all that relaxed to me.”
The blonde shot her friend a half-smile. “Every muscle in my body is jelly right now. There’s no tenseness, there’s no stress, there are no knots. Granted, I can barely stand, but…”
“It just…happened?”
Lauren nodded. “It’s been happening.”
“This wasn’t the first…” There was a momentary pause, before Rachel put two and two together. “Yesterday? Yesterday?!! Oh, God! In Bramley’s office?”
Lauren nodded again.
“What about the psychiatrist? What did he say?”
The blonde swallowed hard. “I’ve got his prescription filed away. It’s about seven inches long. Made of plastic. Vibrates.”
“Oh my god!”
Rachel stared intently at her friend, trying to fathom exactly what Lauren was going through. She asked, “How many times?”
“How many times has it happened, or how many times have I orgasmed?”
“Um…both, I guess.”
“Three,” Lauren answered. Her body was still covered in perspiration, catching the fluorescent light from above. Her legs were parted, the blonde doing her best to release some of the heat issuing forth from between them. “As for how many times I’ve orgasmed…well, I don’t know. Nine, maybe? I kind of passed out this morning, before anyone got here.”
“Jesus Christ,” Rachel replied. “And the psychiatrist, his answer is what? More?”
The blonde nodded again. “He thinks I can exert a little more control over when and where. And he thinks that if it lowers my stress enough, I can put on clothes again.”
“Wait, what? So do you think you could go get dressed right now?”
“No, no. I tried this morning. It’s not blinding, searing pain anymore, but it’s not comfortable. I don’t think I’m going to be able to lick it until the contract’s in, though. That’s the root cause of all this stress, right?”
“But, even after what just happened…?”
“Best case scenario? I might be able to put on a pair of underwear or something,” – careful, she told herself, that’s what had set her off in the first place — “but they’re still going to sting like hell.”
Rachel ran her hand through her hair. Despite being approximately the same age and the same build, the pair couldn’t have looked much more different than they did at that moment. Lauren stood barefoot in the shallow pool of water by the sink, naked save for a few odd pieces of jewelry — choker, bracelet, watch, and a few rings, as well as a silver bracelet-turned anklet around her left ankle. Her breasts, completely out in the open, were still rising and falling with each labored breath, and her makeup, to be gentle, had seen better times.