Office Perks (6 page)

‘Thank you, Lucy. That was . . . that was really nice of you.'

He looked at if he was about to cry. I put my arm around his shoulders.

‘Don't worry about it, man. The guy was an arsehole, that's all. Where are we going now?'

I gave him a squeeze and let go. He was embarrassing me, but I didn't want to be nasty. I didn't want him
coming on to me either, because I knew I'd have to turn him down. To my relief Bobbie came and rescued me, slapping my bottom as she came up between us.

‘Bad girl! You're going to get us in trouble, you are. How about a pub, or several?'

We went, along the shore and down under the river, laughing and joking and growing gradually more drunk and more relaxed. I'd soon forgotten all about the incident in Lascar's, teasing Keith and other men too. He made himself a target, and I couldn't help myself. Nor could Sophie, and we were encouraging each other, getting worse and worse, while he actually seemed to be enjoying it, or at least the female attention.

By the time it was dark I didn't even know where we were, except that it was somewhere along the river bank, near the Thames Barrier. We'd been drinking wine steadily, and I was starting to need to pee, only we seemed to have wandered into some sort of antiquated industrial zone, with tall warehouses of blackened brick rising high to either side of narrow alleys lit yellow by the infrequent streetlights. Trying to hold on until we found another pub was just too much of a pain, and I nipped into an even narrower alley, barely more than a crack between two buildings.

Skirt up, knickers down, and I just let go, with a glorious sense of relief. Only when I'd finished did I realise that Keith had positioned himself so that he could see into the mouth of my alley without it being too obvious. He couldn't have seen much, but he'd watched, and I wasn't going to let that pass.

‘You weren't looking, were you, Keith?'

‘No, I . . .'

‘Oh yes you were, you dirty little boy! He was looking, wasn't he, girls?'

They'd carried on walking, and couldn't possibly know, but Sophie answered immediately.

‘Yes you were, you dirty, dirty boy!'

He'd gone crimson, and was stammering desperately, but no words came out. Bobbie came close, her hands on her hips, her expression mock stern as she spoke.

‘So, Keith, do you like to watch girls doing private things?' I asked.

All he could do was stand there, his jaw moving up and down mechanically, his face the colour of a beetroot, which was just asking for trouble. He got it, from all three of us, with even Kanthi managing a tut of disapproval

‘I bet he does. I bet he's a Peeping Tom.'

‘He is a Peeping Tom! He just watched me pee, didn't he?'

‘Dirty boy!'

‘Dirty, filthy boy! Do you get off on watching girls go to the toilet then, do you?'

‘Oh, he does, you can see it in his eyes!'

‘Would you like to watch me too, Keith, would you?'

‘Sophie!'

‘Oh, but he would, I bet he would!'

I couldn't tell if she meant it or not, and nor could he. The sudden expression of hope in his eyes was a completely betrayal, and she just dissolved in laughter. So did I, and Bobbie, with Kanthi standing back looking shocked and excited. It was Bobbie who finally managed to find her voice.

‘Don't tease the poor boy, Sophie, you'll make him cream his pants.'

Sophie turned to her, then to Keith.

‘Who says I'm teasing? I'll pee for you, Keith, but only if . . . if . . . what can I make him do? Come on, girls, help me out!'

I was going to make him strip, but Bobbie answered first.

‘Spank his arse for him! That's what dirty little boys deserve!'

Sophie was crowing with glee instantly, and he finally managed to find his voice.

‘No, that's not fair.'

He didn't mean it. I could hear the pleasure in his voice, and from that moment he'd had it. He was still babbling denials as Sophie marched quickly into the mouth of the alleyway I'd used, speaking as she squatted down.

‘What d'you like best, Keith, front or back view? Back, I bet you like back. Dirty little boys like you are into girls' bums.'

He didn't answer, gaping as she turned her back on us and tweaked up her skirt, showing off her bare pink bottom. She had a Celtic tattoo just above her crease, and a bright-green thong, which came straight down. Keith gave a weak gasp as her pussy came bare, and watched, staring open-mouthed as she let go, her pee splashing on the pavement to trickle down into the gutter.

I could never have been so rude, but she just didn't care, even wiggling her arse to shake off the last few drops. She stood up, bright-eyed and laughing as she adjusted herself, grinning as she came forward.

‘And now payback!'

Keith hadn't moved a muscle since she'd asked if he wanted to see her bum. She stepped close, but he was still staring as she cocked her head to one side and spoke, her tone rich with mockery.

‘Well? Was that nice? Have you got a hard on? I bet you have!'

She stepped forward and he stepped back, straight into Bobbie, who caught his arms. He gave a little squeak
as Sophie squeezed his crotch. Immediately she danced back, giggling in delight.

‘Oh, he has, a right stiffy! You dirty little boy! You're right. Bobbie, he deserves a good spanking, but first . . .'

He began to struggle as she stepped forward again. I took his other arm, holding him as she ducked low to unzip his fly and tweak down the front of his pants. A little pink cock sprang free, rock hard. Kanthi gave a little gasp of shock and the rest of us burst into giggles, Sophie crowing.

‘Isn't he small!'

I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but I couldn't help laughing either. It was just too much fun. He wasn't even struggling, much, but he'd given a wonderful groan of half despair and half lust as his cock was exposed. I held on, wondering who was going to do the business, and where. Bobbie gave the order.

‘Over there, where we can see what we're doing.'

There was no resistance as she and I hauled Keith down the alley, to where a street lamp cast a yellow pool of light among the shadows. Sophie came scampering behind, Kanthi following further back. Only when we got to the lamppost did Keith start to protest.

‘Hey, not here, people will see!'

‘Tough. Tie his hands, Lucy.'

‘What with?'

‘I don't know. His belt, anything.'

‘OK. You, stay where you are.'

He obeyed, to my delight, meekly standing against the post as I undid his belt and pulled it free. It was thin, easy to wrap around his wrists, securing them together on the far side of the lamppost to fix him in place. His cock was still rock hard, harder if anything, sticking up out of his pants at a jaunty angle. Sophie took it in her hand, giving a few quick tugs before skipping away
laughing and slapping her thighs in glee. Keith had reacted with a low moan, and hung his head, plainly in ecstasy, until he saw what Bobbie had removed from a nearby skip – a three-foot length of bendy hardboard.

‘Hey, no, not with that!'

She just laughed.

‘Oh yes, Keith, with this. This is what little perverts get, isn't it, girls?'

Sophie gave a cry of encouragement, and in a moment had yanked Keith's trousers and pants down, baring a pair of skinny buttocks. He was looking at Bobbie, his face working between fear and desire, hers full of cruel joy. The board came down with a heavy smack, full across the meat of his cheeks. He gave a pig-like squeal, his cock jerked, and both Sophie and I were clapping and laughing fit to burst as Bobbie laid in, spanking him with the wood to make him jerk and jump and writhe against the lamppost.

His dick was still rock hard, waving wildly about as he was spanked. He began to babble, begging to be let go, his words breaking to the smack of the piece of wood on his bottom and his answering shrieks. She just kept right on spanking, and suddenly he'd stopped complaining, his words breaking to gasps. I saw the spunk erupt from his cock and Bobbie gave a wild and delighted shriek as he started to come. Spurt after spurt erupted as she beat him, laying in the piece of board for all she was worth, to his sobs and our hysterical laughter. Even Kanthi was giggling, with her hands to her mouth and her eyes wide with shock, but pleasure too. I caught the scent of spunk, which went straight to my pussy, but I was right up there with Sophie in taunting him for his behaviour.

‘Naughty dirty Keith. Bad boy! Bad, bad boy!'

‘Imagine, coming while his bottom's spanked, what a dirty little pig!'

‘What a wimp!'

‘What a little wanker!'

Bobbie had stopped, and dropped the board. Keith's knees went and he sank down, kneeling at the lamppost with his head hung. His whole body was shaking, and no surprise, because his bottom was a rich red. I thought he was going to cry, but when he finally looked around his expression was rapt adoration. Sophie gave a gleeful crow.

‘Ooooh, he likes it. So now we know his dirty little secret, don't we, girls? Oh, boy, am I going to have fun with him.'

She stepped close, and I could stare in amazement as she casually hitched up her skirt, pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and pulled his head into her crotch.

‘Lick me, you little pervert!'

He did it, his eyes closed as he lapped at her pussy. I just watched, shutting my mouth when I realised my jaw was hanging open. I was really shocked, but so horny. She went all the way, holding him firmly in place until the muscles of her bottom and thighs had begun to contract, and she was coming with a long, happy sigh, right in his face. Bobbie began to clap the moment she'd finished, and I joined in. Sophie gave us each a playful curtsey before she even bothered to adjust her skirt, then turned to me.

‘Have a go. I reckon he's anyone's.'

I shook my head, wanting it, but unable to make myself do it. She shrugged.

‘Bobbie?'

She laughed.

‘Not with him, no, but boy do I need a shag!'

So did I, but I needed a drink more. I felt weak at the knees, and dizzy with reaction for what we'd done to Keith, and the way he'd taken it. A dozen different emotions were crowding my head, so I barely knew what to do with myself. Other than get a stiff Powers down my neck. I went to undo Keith's belt. Sophie gave a cruel chuckle.

‘Leave him, Lucy. Maybe some big, bad bear will come by and fuck his arse for him. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you, Keith?'

‘No! Please untie me, you lot, please!'

Bobbie gave him an arch look and began to walk away. Sophie made a ring of her fingers and slid another suggestively through it. Keith began to panic, pleading to be released and struggling to get his fingers to where the buckle held his wrists strap tight together. I had to laugh.

‘Relax, will you? Nobody's going to bugger you, not really. The worst they'd do is have a good laugh before they let you go.'

‘Please just undo me, Lucy, please?'

‘All right, you big baby.'

I'd been going to do it anyway, because it really wasn't fair to leave him. The gratitude in his eyes as I worked on the buckle was truly pathetic, and the moment he was loose I went to Bobbie, leaving him to cover himself up. She put her arm around my waist, and Kanthi's, Sophie joining the end of the chain and we set off along the alley once more, kicking in step and for some reason singing ‘Summer Holiday'. Keith followed behind.

There was a pub almost immediately around the corner – an odd place, with hardly anyone in it, and a single, grumpy-looking barman staring at a small TV screen while holding a remote control. Bobbie made
Keith get the drinks in, much to the annoyance of the barman, and I downed my whiskey in one as Keith sat down, smiling and blushing. Sophie spoke to him.

‘I suppose you expect us to keep your dirty little secret?'

He nodded nervously.

‘We will, but only if you do just as you're told. Now go and get Lucy another drink, come on, quick sharp!'

For just a moment he'd hesitated, but he went. Sophie was grinning, enjoying herself hugely. Bobbie was much the same, only cooler. Kanthi seemed rather nervous, and spoke as soon as she'd finished her glass of wine.

‘I'd better get back.'

She rummaged in her bag, pulling out first a mobile phone, and then a packet of strong mints, one of which she popped in her mouth, sucking as she retrieved a number from her memory. The moment she'd made the call Keith gave Sophie a single, worried glance, then spoke.

‘Could we share, Kanthi? I ought to get back.'

Sophie protested immediately.

‘Hey, you're not allowed to go! You're supposed to be paying for us.'

He'd begun to look seriously flustered, but Bobbie spoke up.

‘Give him a break, Sophie.'

Sophie grimaced.

‘Whatever. This place is dead, let's go back west. Call us one up, Kanthi.'

Kanthi made the call, but I could feel the evening slipping away, my excitement coming to nothing, or a hasty knee-trembler in some West End doorway. I wanted more. Something naughty, something rude.

I'd finished my second drink, and a third, before the first cab came, to take Kanthi and Keith off towards
West London. Sophie spoke the moment the door was closed.

‘Men! The moment they're despunked they lose it!'

Bobbie gave a sour nod, but I thought she was being unfair.

‘We were pretty hard on him.'

‘Nah, he loved it.'

He had come, so I didn't press the point. I'd never even realised it was possible to actually smack the spunk out of a man, but now I'd seen it. However painful it looked it was certainly effective. I thought of Niall Flynn, and how he'd look with his arse bright red and spunk pumping out of his erect cock as I whacked him with a plank, preferably with his lads looking on and laughing. Bobbie caught my expression.