Alone with Barb


That Saturday morning the only other car in the lot was Barb's. Ella
must be out of town. Great. She could have warned me that Barb would
take her place today. Guess she thought I needed to be taken down a
notch.

I walked in with a sense of dread.  

I punched in just before 8am. On time. Barb couldn't jump me for that
at least.

"You should have gotten here early.", was the first thing she said to
me. "Coffee needs to be made and you need to do that on your own
time."

"I always make the coffee on company time." I said.

"Not while I'm running things." She said.

"You don't run things around here. Ella does. Ella's the boss."  I
said.

"Not today she's not. I'm in charge and things'll be done my way." she
said firmly. "You got here too late to make the coffee on your own
time. Fine. Now quit arguing with me and do it."

I felt relieved to have our first confrontation of the day out of the
way.

She might have tried to make nice with me, while we're alone, hoping
to sway me to her side. That would present a real conflict for me.

The image of me going down on Barb haunted my thoughts continually.
Despite her mean fantasies of punking me out I still found her
attractive. Always padding around in her bare black stockings... the
gleam of her gold ankle bracelet shining through... the sight of those
long legs moving with such purpose ... all of it generated such a
feeling of warmth inside me.

In my heart of hearts I wanted badly to bury my face between her legs
and eat her, hair and all.

I admired her lack of pretension. She didn't quibble. She told me
-flat out -- she meant to own me. She was honest. When she said she
wanted to break me down and take my manhood and own me, I knew that
she meant it. I could feel it. And she knew she wouldn't need a
strap-on to make it happen. But I couldn't let that happen without
turning the rest of my life into chaos. I had to resist.

If the others knew I had any thoughts at all of going down on Barb
they'd brand me a traitor. Luckily for me, women always project their
own feelings on to others. Their hatred of Barb was such that they
couldn't imagine anyone being attracted to her no matter what her
physical charms might be. It prevented them from admitting that she
even HAD any physical charms. Also, luckily for me, Barb's continual
carping had the effect of throwing cold water on my spontaneous
fantasies. She could screw up a wet dream.

Working at close quarters with her would be volatile. Both emotionally
and sexually. Out on street Barb wouldn't look twice at a guy like me.
But in here I was a means of getting payback and a boost in status.
Were I to succumb to her she would have the currency to humble the
girls. She would have something to rub in their faces. It might not
put her on a par with Ella in Ella's eyes, but with the girls it
might. And with regard to Ella, it would certainly represent a coup of
sorts. I would definitely have to quit. The girls would hate me as
much as they hated Barb.

If it were simply a matter of losing this job, I would go down on Barb
in a second. In terms of money, or any other tangible thing, it meant
nothing. The girls were the main thing when all was said and done.

Ella could find a new bitch easily enough. But Joan, Molly, Ashley,
Vicki and I had developed a camaraderie the likes of which I had never
experienced. The thought of hurting them and making their work place
into a place of dread bothered me deeply.

I took my time getting the coffee together. The longer I stayed away
from Barb, the better.

This morning there really wasn't much to do. Ella usually left for her
run right after opening up. When she came back we spent all our time
working on her. That was the Saturday routine.

Backing up the database and filing reports would take me only an hour
of so. Today I would try to stretch it but there was, at most, only
two hours of work and four hours to fill.

I dawdled with the coffee and anxiously looked at the clock. 8:15.
It's going to be a long morning, I thought.

At 8:30 I set the coffee to brewing. Then I went to the bathroom. Barb
couldn't say much about that, could she? I was allowed to use the
bathroom, right?

Just sitting there was worse than going out on the floor and finding
busy work. The stall walls seemed to close in on me. After a few
minutes I gave up and went back out.

The coffee was done. I grabbed my cup and slowly poured the coffee.
Today everything would be done in slow motion.

It was almost 8:40 and I hadn't been to my desk yet. I was getting
good at this.

Then Barb burst in.

"What the hell is going on here? It's almost 9 O'clock and you haven't
done a damn thing!" she sounded upset.

Par for the course.

"I had to use the bathroom." I said.
"For an hour?"
"I made coffee... it hasn't been an hour."
"You're pushin' it, Joe." she said. "Bring me a coffee, then get to
work."
"You can get you own coffee." I said "I bring coffee for Ella, not for
you."
"Today I AM Ella." she said loud and clear.
I blanched. The literal implications of that statement struck anxiety
in my heart. How completely did she mean to play Ella's role anyway? I
was flustered.

"Okay. I'll bring you coffee TODAY. But that's it." trying not to
sound like I caved in. I didn't know what else to do.
"Cream and sugar." was all she said as she turned and walked away.

As I stirred the cream and sugar into her coffee my cock began to
harden. My mind was a chaotic jumble of associations. She conned me
into bringing her coffee. It's only for one day right? She was the
boss today right? Why shouldn't I bring the boss coffee? Still,
something didn't seem right.

I felt like I was betraying Ella.

Maybe I should just go down on Barb and get it over with. 
No, no way. 

I'll just leave if she pulls anything, or if the stress gets too much
for me. On Monday I'll tell Ella I got sick and went home that's all.
I should leave right now.

But I didn't.

Her cubicle never seemed so far. My mind raced. My heart pounded. I
was going to fall apart. I couldn't breathe! Finally, I made it.

"Here's your coffee." it came out as I whisper I was so nerved up.
"What?" she asked, with irritation.
"I just said 'Here's your coffee'."   
"So I see...", She put the cup to her lips, took a sip, and leaned
back in her chair.

I stood there.

She put her feet up on the desk. Crossed at the ankle, her legs seemed
to reach across the room. I couldn't help but look.
"You've got stuff to do, right?" she said, looking up at me with eyes
as soft as I'd ever seen them. I think she was sizing me up.
"Yeah."
"Well, you know what to do, right?" She said, looking right into me. 

I flinched.

"I guess so." I said.

She swiveled her chair to face me as placed one foot on the floor
while the other remained on the desk, leaving a space of more than 4
feet between her knees.

The span of her legs was glorious. Instantly, the image of me washing
my face in her crotch flashed in my mind.

"Then get to it." She said. 

My head gave a quick feint toward her crotch as if my body had to
relieve itself of some quantity of tension of it's own accord;
silently confessing my want.

I turned and bolted for my desk.

She chuckled and called after me, "Joe, make sure I have plenty of
coffee every twenty minutes or so."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I should have walked out the door. 

But, I'd passed the test hadn't I?

I could last till noon.

Continued in Part 2