Chapter 9
A sudden loud grating noise went through my head.
I slammed down the alarm.
"Fuck! Shit! Mss! Cock!" I spit out.
This was no good. My nerves were worn down to a frazzled state. Last night there had been the body painting and Cynthia, a joyous, exhausting release. Now, this morning, society Mid my employers demanded of me that I force my exhausted body-weary, protesting soul through another boring round of idiocy at the office.
Each day it was getting harder to drag my ass there, and go through the motions in the sterile environment of the computer world there. My co-workers, Richard, Joanie, Darlene, Murtagh, and others, were hardly robots—but how did they .go through that shit every day? Why should I have to? I'd worked my-ass off there for the last few weeks and where had it gotten me? Exactly nowhere, unless to seat off my guilty conscience. Where could it get me? Into a supervisory position where I tyrannized over "other frustrated young women punching away over the same silly computer keys? What the hell kind of a world was this to work for and build?
And did I need to? I had a little money saved up. And Murtagh, the boss, wasn't he around my little finger now? I didn't think he'd dare to fix me, I could destroy the occupation that he seemed to have settled for a life.
I thought about skipping work that day. Then I realized that my fighting dander was up. What if I could transform that sterile hospital-like environment into a world I could live with ... ?
My weariness receded. I flounced around the room, naked in front of the full-length mirror. My body had become more firm, graceful, and sensuous by all this supposed debauchery I'd been reveling in.
Little balls of a deep, reddish color clung to my cunt ban's. I danced in celebration of them. Strawberry! Cynthia? Her lovely tongue passing over my cunt. Her body open to my explorations with my mouth and tongue ... "
On my way to work, as I passed by the little green newsstand on the corner, lurid purple and light green colors caught my eye. A new issue of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! On impulse, I bought a dozen copies to bring to work.
"Hey, it's Lois Lips! Care to Join me in a ride on the elevator, ma-dam?" Joanie greeted me as I walked through the great arch of our office building.
"Joanie! Sure honey, let's go!"
We got an elevator to ourselves and clung to each. other in it. She seemed to be on the same wave length as I this fine morning; she radiated an open joy and rebelliousness all over her body. I squeezed her ass in pleasure, then mischievously tried to bring out some brightly-colored hickies on her neck with my lips while my other hand massaged her boob through her sweater.
"Ah, baby, if only work was like this every day?" she sighed to me as we stepped out of the elevator.
I grabbed her arm "You know, Joanie—it could be!"
She looked into my eyes. "I'm scared and excited by what I see in you today, Lois, What's on your mind, anyway?"
I scanned the office. Only one girl had gotten in yet, and she was typing away busily in the corner.
"Look, Joanie, we're here early today. Let's go across the street and get some coffee."
She raised her eyebrow at me, then nodded solemnly. I felt we had just assented to some secret pact without even knowing or caring what the terms of it were.
"One second, Joanie." I went around the office scattering copies of OPEN YOUR MOUTH on several of the vacant desks.
"There," I told her, "the place should be a little more lively when we get back."
Over coffee I filled her in on my relationship with Murtagh, and also mentioned briefly the body painting scene at the oralist gallery last night.
Then we did some brainstorming—wow!—about how we'd like the office to be. I decided to phone up my previous sex partners and invited them to visit the office around eleven o'clock that morning to see what sort of a melee we could cook up. And most of them agreed to come. Jack agreed to be there to provide legal services if we needed them. Some of the left wing of the Oralist Society discussed coming, carrying banners, obscene sculptures from the gallery, and some loud noise-makers. Cynthia mentioned bringing a big squirt gun loaded with blackberry juice.
The groundwork was laid. I had no idea what would come of it, but decided there were enough interesting elements, with the mood Joanie and I were in, my rowdy friends, and the up-tight atmosphere of the office, so that anything could happen.
When I got back to the table, .more wheels started spinning in my brain. They were in Joanie's, too, but no longer as fast as mine. I was surprised to realize how much faster I had grown than this intelligent, unconventional girl who had done so much with her body and her soul to bring out my own glimmering spark of self not many weeks earlier. I felt that I'd become a real fireball, and that I didn't have to let anyone face me down any more. Joanie, too, gave covert recognition to the changes that had come over me. Now she seemed content to follow my spirit in its wild, free course.
All I had to do now was to open my mouth, and energy-filled ideas came flowing out.
"Set the fire alarm off, Joanie, a little before eleven. Just before you do that, get Richard and Murtagh to come into the big room where we and the other girls work, o.k.?"
"Yeah, boss." She smiled openly and submissively into my eyes, and ran her hand along my thigh under the Formica table. I found myself heating up to her, and touched her back.
I glanced at the clock. "Hey, it's after ten already, Joanie. Let's get back. We've got a revolution to build— or go down trying!"
We played with each other some more in the elevator, then I went sauntering into the keypunch room.
"Lang, where have you been? I know you were here earlier! And what's the meaning of these?"
Mrs. Thorndike, the dried up old supervisor, came stomping over to me. She was waving a copy of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! in her gnarled old talon.
"I was drinking coffee. And living, just being, which is more than I can say for you, you thorny old dyke. And as for the suck magazine, yes, I left them around. I'm proud of them. Don't you think the girls that work here are old enough to decide on their own reading material?"
A surprised titter passed through many of the girls sitting at their desks behind Thorndyke. The keypunching slowed to a halt, and several of the girls went back to reading the copies of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! which they'd had concealed in their laps.
We yelled back and forth at each other, then I pushed by her and went over to my desk. I sat back and put my feet up and began to survey the office. This infuriated Thorndike more and she began screeching at me and pounding on the desk. Her veins were bursting out in her head, and she looked as if she were building up to a stroke or to an orgasm.
The fire alarm went off, louder than my alarm clock had when it woke me, but far more welcome.
Several of the girls got up and started to leave.
"Hey, girls, where are you going? There's no fire in here. Aren't you going to stick around and watch the fun?" I asked them.
Five of the girls sniffed indignantly at me and marched out. Others wavered indecisively.
Thorndike went running around screeching at them to leave, that it was against the law to remain.
Joanie walked in through the door, and just as she did the alarm died down. Was I ever glad to see her! I walked over to her and buried my head in her shoulder. I felt anxious now about the mob scene that I'd set up.
"Lois," she said softly. "Lois Lips, Lois Lips." She held me and stroked back my hair with a light touch. Her words brought me back into contact with her and her warm, sensuous body holding mine.
I kissed her deeply on the lips in full view of all the girls standing around. Our tongues met and played together. I was getting turned on again, and I ran my hands over her body, giving special attention to her tit.
" ... shameless, shameless!" Thorndike was screaming.
One of the new girls, Phyllis, was standing by us with a copy of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! in her hand. She looked into my eyes with open admiration.
"That took real guts," she said.
I looked her up and down. She had an olive-skinned,, stocky, Mediterranean build with a free-flowing beauty about her. Keeping one arm around Joanie, I opened my other one wide to Phyllis.
She came into our circle and embraced me.
"What a day!" cried out Darlene. She grabbed the girl next to her and began hugging her joyously.
I heard some noise and commotion out in the hall. It sounded like a New Year's Eve party celebration, with noise-makers and yelling. My troops were arriving.
Some oralists blowing tin horns led the procession, Randy the Rutter and Tony came stomping in next, glaring around suspiciously.
Penny followed, bearing a big bouquet of flowers from her garden. She offered one to Thorndyke who had rushed over to them, waving her arms and screaming bloody murder. Thorndike grabbed the flowers from Penny's hand and threw it down on the floor where she stomped on it.
I burst out laughing, then really doubled up when Cynthia followed with a big squirt of blackberry juice right in Thorndike's face.
"Here, baby, here," I cried out to her.
She let out a big squirt of the stuff up into the air in a big, lazy arc. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and caught it all in my upturned face, just as I had her husband's sperm two weeks earlier. I laughed some more, then turned to Penny and nuzzled her with my wet, sticky face. Penny giggled and began licking my face all over.
George, another oralist, plopped down a huge paper-mache sculpture on the biggest desk around, which happened to be Thorndike's. A great white cock stuck up out of a base of balls. Over the handsome, flaring tip hovered a light, airy pair of disembodied lips like the •wings of an angel.
At the rear of the contingent came Jack and another guy I didn't know bearing a great white sheet up on two poles with the words: FREE LOTS LIPS! written in great, red lettering across the middle.
The other girls were cracking up all around me. The whole thing was a hell of a good prank, and, who knows, maybe it was doing the cause of us oralists some good politically. If it wasn't, that was fine with me, top.
The new males had just begun talking to some of the office girls when some hissing whispers went through the room.
"It's Murtagh, watch it!"
They all became silent and stood around like sheepish children, waiting to see what punishment the authority figure would hand out.
"What's going on hi here?" he asked loudly in his would-be stern voice that I had come to recognize well.
Thorndike ran over to Mm, screeching unintelligibly, and tripped on the floor before him. He helped her up, then spoke sternly to her.
"Mrs. Thorndike, you don't seem to be able to keep order hi here any more. I'm going to have to replace you, right now!"
His eyes swept the room, then came to a rest on me. My eyes looked back at him with a frightened warning. I had two sentences in mind. One was: "Not me!" The other was: "If you don't choose me, you know what will happen to you."
He nodded. "You, Miss Lang!"
I was speechless. The room broke out in applause. Most of the girls who had stayed after the fire drill had rapidly made me into a favorite of theirs.
I walked up to him and embraced him, to everyone's amazement, including his and mine. I kissed him on the cheek and toyed with his bald head. I felt his cock getting hard right up against my cunt.
I stepped back from him and surveyed my new domain.
"May I have your attention please," I said, without raising my voice. The hullabaloo died down.
"As your new supervisor, I think it's time we had a meeting, a really democratic meeting, about how to set up our work area here. After all, it is ours, we're the ones who work here. Isn't that right, Mr. Murtagh?"
Now he was the one flashing me warning looks, but I knew I had him over a barrel, and so did he.
"Yes, Miss Lang, as the new supervisor, what happens here is your responsibility from now on. ° ' T know you'll be very good at it"
"Thanks, Mr. Murtagh. One more thing, boss. you step downstairs and ask the girls on the sidewalk to return for the meeting?"
"Sure thing," he said, and waved us a goodbye that seemed to be filled with both pleasure and trepidation about the future. If he'd know what was coming next, he would have been a lot more scared.
"On second thought," I said after he left, "I think I'll schedule the meeting for three this afternoon—because we're lucky enough to have with us right now some highly-skilled consultants in human sensitivity. They're standing in the front of the room around that banner. We'll be having a session starting now in how to express your feelings to each other through the sexual mode. Anyone who would like to leave is free to, but you'll be missing out on something very nice."
"I'll stay, Lois, it sounds good to me," said Phyllis.
"Me, too," said another girl.' "My old man doesn't have much time for me these days."
The response was overwhelmingly favorable, but I did see some of the older women sidling towards the door.
"That's o.k., ladies," I said ... "No one's going to be a prisoner here any more. I'll expect you back for the meeting at three, though."
Some muttering went up against my arrogance, but it didn't come to a head.
"I guess there's two main divisions among us here," I said. "Anyone who's interested in oral love could gather at the front of the room, if you like fucking, go to the. back." Randy and Jack were in the back, while Penny and Cynthia and Pete were in the front. I thought they could start things off nicely.
A flock of girls went over and gathered around Jack.
Susie, a pert little brunette, cried out, "I want my demonstration, now!"
"Very well," was the last thing I heard Jack say. He began undoing her blouse, and I saw two sizeable tits come out after he pulled down her bra. She pulled off her skirt herself.
Penny and Cynthia stood atop two desks at the front of the room. Volunteers were helping them out of their clothes. Penny got naked first, and sat down on the desk. Lines were forming of men and women, both to see her demonstrate her expertise hi oral love. Her magnificent breasts stood proudly out from her chest, and her arms were open for all the world to enter. Her belly was soft and tempting, and her thighs were spread, so that anyone who wanted to get at her cunt could.
Richard stood in front of her, his hard cock in his hand.
"You gonna try me, baby?" he asked, still incredulous about the whole thing.
"Yes. Come on tip on the chair so you can get your joint in my mouth comfortably."
Was it because Penny was older, softer, and more voluptuous than me that he could follow her lead so much better than he'd been willing to follow mine? Anyway, soon he was fucking her freely hi the mouth, cradling her head as he did so.
Pete and George had a girl sandwiched in between them. All were still dressed, but the two men had their hands on every private part of the girl's body. Her hands looked like they were cut off at the wrist, because each of them had vanished inside one of the men's fly.
I became aware of a thin, nervous, angry person standing before me impatiently.
"You dumb broad! I should never listen to you over the phone? What is this, some idiot teenage orgy you invited me to? I'd got a good mind to rape you again, right here, right in front of all your friends!"
Randy the Rutter kept tapping his foot impatiently, He grabbed my shoulder in a grip of iron.
"Well, bitch? Speak!"
"Randy, you've already had me once."
"True enough. You weren't much good, either."
"But there is a sixty-year-old virgin over there. See her?"
I pointed over at Thorndike, who was sitting at a desk busily taking notes, informer's reports for Murtagh, I assumed.
"Even get into a twat like hers, Randy? Those old pussies have a snatch like iron. Most men don't have hard enough cocks to get into them. You know what else? She swears no man will ever have her or break her cherry!"
"Oh yeah. Let me at her!" He began rolling up his sleeves.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Joanie was at my side, speaking in a low, dangerous "What land of shit is this, Lois? Is this the land of revolution you want here? Sicing Randy on her is a worse tiling than she ever did to any of us. You've been in power ten minutes and you're already abusing it. What's this about 'we have no prisoners here', huh? You go ahead with any shit like this and I'm overthrowing you, Lois Lips!"
I stared angrily into her eyes, then I recognized the love there. I softened and held her hand. "You're rights Joanie. Thanks. You got to me in the nick of tune. You might have to do that again, too." I reached out and squeezed her hand. She's such a beautiful person, Joanie. I wanted 'her then and there, on the spot.
"Randy, forget your fucking raping. You try any of that here-and you've had it, my friends will kill you, whether It's me you go after or someone else. Get me?"
He nodded, then looked away. He strolled off, jerking away at his meat.
"Joanie, honey, I love you," I said, holding her in my arms. "You've been so good to me."
"I love you, too. I also may love some of these other people I'm getting to know here today, too, like Jack and Phyllis."
I smiled sadly at her. She was so frank. I kissed her lips and rubbed my cheek up against hers.
We stripped each other slowly and lovingly hi the midst of the melee. Then we stood there, opposite each , other, and I felt that we made a lovely pair, all naked and cute and so much like each other that we could have-been two bookends. We were holding hands and standing tit to tit, cunt to cunt, and rubbing noses.
"This way, my dear," said Joanie, using a grandiose gesture to indicate a peaceful corner of the room where we could have our own section of the floor.
We lay down together and immediately started eating each other. She wriggled her cunt right around my face. I reached out my lips to her engorged clitoris, and then she was running her moist tongue through the crevice of my own sopping cunt.