Post 227: Scene from a Party, p10: Cornered, or The Tale of Queen Angie, p5

(or, The Tale of Queen Angie, p5)

Wh-what…what is she doing? Leading me back here, away from everyone at the party? A-and…why am I letting her, letting her take me to the dark shadows of this back hallway, letting her press me up against the wall?

“It’s too bad all the private rooms back here got locked, or occupied,” Angie said, with a dangerous, energized smile growing on her face, “I wanted you, cutie, all to myself….” We were behind a clothing rack, on which spare uniforms for the servers hung, and just near an emergency door. I eyed the “EXIT” sign above it; it flickered, and I could have sworn I heard it latch. “…but I guess this’ll do.” She played with my collar, idly, with the fingers of her right hand.

Though the throbbing dance music from the floor was just a short distance away, we were alone. Totally alone. I was nervous, and I had reason to be. This girl, Angie, was a new hire for the accounting office of my practice and had been flooding me with private, racy messages, photos and videos all week. Why? What did she think she was doing? Draw my eye? Trying to snare me, sleep her way to a better job?? I’d done my best to ignore her, discourage her, but despite my protests she’d continued to send them, and I’d been concerned from the beginning that a moment like this was coming.

It unsettled me to think that I regretted, now, not having told Melissa about it. The moment, here alone with this young woman while the others celebrated reminded me of my first episode with Rina, almost four years ago at our Christmas party. There were glaring differences, though. For one, this girl, Angie, was now bigger than me, and her part as the aggressor was clear. And also then, with Rina, I was being unfaithful to Sheryl, my wife. But now, rather, goddamn me…now I felt untrue to…to…

“I-Isn't your, uh, boyfriend here?” I was able to manage, coming up with anything I could think of to diffuse this situation. Sudden flashes of what had happened last weekend with Marisela, Amelia and Randi unnerved me, set my pulse to jump. I didn’t want this, here, to turn into another ra-…whatever that was. I couldn’t have that happen again, at the hands of another one of my young, preternaturally developed employees. And Angie was big enough, physically outweighed me enough, to - if she wanted - force herself on me. We were in a public enough place, sure, not too far away from others, but still…the mere idea of it. I needed escape. “Didn’t I see him, uh…?”

“Who? AJ?” she scoffed, “He’s my ex.” Though she sounded flippant the question, I could see, threw her off a touch. “But, yeah. I think I saw him drift in with those construction monkey buddies of his…”

The guys from the dance floor: Red, Moustache, the other one.

She twirled several locks of her long, dark hair in the fingers of her left hand. “He’s nothing to me now, total dead end. I deserve someone better, more accomplished…maybe an older guy,” she continued, sparing nothing in the way of innuendo, “I've outgrown him, and he knows it. But, yeah, he still gets jealous…” That just added to the many reasons I should not be here. I had lots of excuses to be looking for an out; the chance of getting beaten to a pulp was a big one. “S-so, uh, shouldn’t we like, uh..?”

But Angie had two pretty big reasons of her own keeping me here, planted in place, stuck up against the wall of this dark hallway with her right hand as she shoved those reasons just under my face. “Haha worried that If he caught us like this he might kill you?” she laughed. Angie had big teeth, gums. Thicker in the waist, strong hips.

“We’ll, uh, y-yeah, k-kinda…” I tried a chuckle; it sounded nervous.

“Sssshh shh shh don’t worry about him - we can still talk,” she smiled, her voice dropping, her smile becoming conspiratorial, “We’re just talking, right? Just two people…talking.”

“y-y-yeah…” I was, uh, nerv-

“Are you nervous?” she asked, with the sympathy of the amused, “Don’t be nervous. I don’t bite.” She bit, her lower lip. And she looked down at me. “Awww you look so scared and so…little.”

I felt it, I felt myself wince.

“Ooo you don’t like when I say that? Hm?” she chuckled, cooing a purr, “When I say that you’re little?” Gears looked to be turning in her head.

“N-no it’s, uh, just th-“

“Or maybe you like it?” she continued relentlessly, with a naughty lilt, “Being told that?”

“L-like i-“

“Are you shrinking?” she asked, now with a giggle, “I’ve only been here a couple weeks but the girls say you’re shrinking. You do seem smaller than everyone else. Is that true?”

“I-I-I, uh…I’m not shrinking,” I insisted, sounding too defensive, and - if I’m being honest - lying through my teeth, “I think it’s…it’s just all these super-high heels you girls are wearing now…“

“Oh is that it…?” she laughed, delighted by the state she had me in, straightening herself up in front of me, peering down, haughty, “It does seem like a lot of the girls are going through a little…I dunno, growth spurt. You must have noticed…”

Why does she seem to be talking like she knows more than me about something?

“wH-at..?” I squeaked, hearing the adolescent crack in my voice, “wh-what are you talking about?” I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh c’mon,” she snorted, reaching out with her left hand now to brush hair from my forehead, “You’ve noticed. Like…have you seen Cici tonight? I saw her pulling AJ away from the bar - I think they’re in one of the private rooms here - she looked as tall as him…”

“Oh…” I answered, “Cynthia?” From scheduling? With a guy?

Angie, I think, saw my expression, wanted to see my reaction. Of course I’d been aware of the changes in Cynthia over these past few, uh…weeks? “So what’s up?” she asked, biting her lower lip again, eyes watching mine, “You’re a doctor. Why’s she getting so big?”

“Well, uh, yeah,” I agreed, heart racing, feeling my cock, already thickening with the intimacy, start to - oh no - swell further, “Cynthia does look more, uh, s-s-statuesque these days…”

Angie cocked her head, and I saw the change in her eyes. Suddenly, she was tired of talking about other girls. Or maybe she thought she’d been saying too much.

“So, do you like my dress?” Angie asked, as she shoved her big, half-bare tits at me. They nearly threatened to pop out of her racy red dress.

“Careful… “

“W-what?” What was that? Another woman’s voice? Quiet, hissing in the air just above us, but clear. Was that for real, or in my head? Whatever it was, Angie did not seem to notice and just pushed me in closer, her right hand on my left shoulder, more firmly to the wall. Taller than me by nearly eight inches in her heels, her healthy bosom was all but in my face.

“I asked…” Angie repeated, sharply, her smile curling her lips as she saw she once again had my attention, “…if you like my dress.” With that the fingers of her left hand dropped to her collarbone, to lazily trace the generous inner curve of her left breast slowly down, down, down. I couldn’t help but watch, entranced, as she casually slipped one finger up, under the big bulge of boob. “I wore it especially for you,” she said, holding her finger there, as if warming it, “I know you like tits, and thought you’d like a nice, big pair to look at, if we got some time alone together…” She paused, watching me stare at her tits, smiling in glee. “…like, now, for example.”

“What’s the worst that could happen..?”

There it is again! Another woman’s voice, clearly. This time different, younger - but disembodied, still, in the aether above us. Am I going crazy??

“Dr. J?” Angie asked, maybe noticing my confusion, inching her bosom closer to my face while at the same time sliding, finally, her finger from the warm space beneath her breast and reaching up, to find my jaw and cup my chin, directing my gaze to her chest and placing that finger just under my nostrils.

Ohh….

…jesus.

“Do you like this perfume?” she purred, smiling again as she felt me shiver, as she pushed her finger all but up into my nose. That smell, that familiar smell, pulled right from her skin, from the dark crevice of her underboob and presented to meeee….ahhhh. It was ubiquitous, in this place, had filled the air of the club. But now, here, concentrated like this, it brought a jolt to my bones, and immediately I felt myself start to really stiffen. “They gave it to us new girls, a bottle, a little present,” she continued, “I’m wearing it, but some have already started making it themselves, I hear.” She watched my eyelids fluttering as I breathed in her scent, as I stared dreamily at her big left breast, now just inches from my face. “Maybe I will too, soon,” she added, then breaking into giggles, “then I’ll be totally irresistible..!”

Angie shifted slightly, twisting her shoulders just so, causing another enticing ripple and jiggle to wobble through her cleavage.  I couldn’t help it, like my eyes were drawn in.

She smiled, a hungry flash of her teeth.  “Or…maybe I’m already irresistible, doctor…”

“Uhhh…A-Angie…” I stammered, still unable, best I tried, to pull my eyes away. My heart was racing. Why was I so weak?!?

“You know, it’s not polite to just stare,” she said, “here, have a feel-“ At that, she suddenly grabbed my wrists, one in each hand, and planted my palms on either side of her big tits. With her own hands she held them there, making me feel the swell of her warm softness. Immediately but half-heartedly I tried to pull them away, but she held me firm. My hands sunk in, partly, as she had me squeeze them together. I watched her cleavage bulge, burgeoning up towards me in the bodice of her dress.

“There you go, how’s that?” she purred, chuckling at me, “Big, huh?”

Oh god yes big.

“Maybe later we can get your face in there,” she said, with lewd promise, as she drew a deep breath to swell herself further, “or something else that might f-“

“There you are-!!” I heard, suddenly, to my left.

Randi. Amelia. Marisela. A hand on my shoulder, a hand on my wrist. Wrenching me away. Angie gasping, as Amelia’s nails flashed.

“Ow!”

“We’ve been looking for you…”

“Hey..!” Angie exclaimed, “That hurt!”

“Food’s on…”

Pulled away.

“Let’s get you something to eat…”

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