Chloe & Amanda

Chapter Description: Joey gets his hair cut, and he does NOT like the results...

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+



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Chloe fumbled under the covers. Her fingers dancing across her slit and gently rubbing at her clitoris. She was feeling a little sore, it wasn’t the first time she had engaged in her illicit fun that day, and it wasn’t even midday. She closed her eyes and tried to stop her mind from wandering back to the same place it kept creeping back to.



Trying to focus on any of her other sexual experiences and fantasies wasn’t working. Instead, she kept going back to Amanda. The woman who had so entranced her and then walked away. She wouldn’t even have said goodbye if Chloe hadn’t run outside to catch up with her.



Chloe shook her head. It felt wrong. She didn’t want to fantasise about the one person who had spurned her advances. She had no moral qualms against it, instead it was the feeling that she had been somehow turned down. She knew that she had been presumptuous to assume that they would’ve had sex, it was just what usually happened, but on the rare occasions she had gone home alone it had nearly always been her choice.



Chloe continued to finger herself. She tried to imagine other fantasy scenarios but as soon as she stopped actively trying to think of something else her mind simply returned to Amanda. It was getting very frustrating.



“Fine.” Chloe said as she screwed her eyes tightly shut.



If her brain was going to imagine Amanda in her bed, the least she could do was take control of the fantasy. Her fingers sped up, her wetness easing their movement as they slipped against her sensitive folds in such a thrilling manner. She stopped picturing Amanda simply naked in front of her and, instead, started to dominate the fictitious version of the woman she had met only briefly the night before.



Chloe found herself finally responding to her marauding fingers as she pictured Amanda on her knees in front of her. Hands tied behind her back and a red ball gag in her mouth, Amanda would be looking up at her, helplessly horny and silently begging for Chloe to touch her. Yeah, that was the one.



“Reject me, will you?” Chloe muttered, “Let’s see how much YOU like getting denied.”



Chloe moaned. It was finally what she needed. She kept the scene rolling until they were both in bed, Amanda flat on her back and Chloe sitting on her face. It was one of Chloe’s favourite positions, one of absolute dominance. She could feel how wet she was now, leaking juices which only served to turn her on more. Her fingers dipped into her juices and used them to lubricate their movements over the rest of her sensitive parts. Climbing and climbing towards climax.



In Chloe’s mind, a series of images flashed. Her riding Amanda’s face and making the other woman whimper was the dominant one, but beyond that she saw herself using a strap on, tying the woman down and teasing her, making her beg. It felt good to see the stand-offish woman on her knees in front of her, devoting herself to Chloe for the chance of pleasure.



With a soft gasp, Chloe’s movements became more erratic and frantic. Then she hit the spot and, as if pressing the big red button, she felt a wave of tingling warmth enveloping her body. Her mouth opened but she didn’t let out any noise as she rode the wave like a surfer, trying to prolong her orgasm for as long as she could. By the time it came to an end she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hands moved out from her, and she remained spread-eagled on the mattress, panting from her exertions, but at last feeling satisfied.



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The next week was unremarkable. Chloe paid a little less attention at work, finding herself daydreaming more often than usual. Far from getting her brain to forget about Amanda, the woman seemed to increasingly occupy her thoughts. The one person who had resisted Chloe’s advances. She wondered what she had done wrong.



A couple of nights, randomly in the middle of the week, Chloe went to the club again. She sat in the same seat and ordered a single drink which she drank slowly, her eyes scanning the people coming in. She swatted anyone who came her way away, she wasn’t looking for just anyone. Not on those nights. But there was no sign of Amanda. She left the club each time with a feeling of defeat. It got to the point where when Paige asked if Chloe was going to the club that weekend, her answer was not the typical one she gave.



“I don’t know.” Chloe said with a shrug.



“What!?” Paige looked almost as shocked as she would if she had turned around to see that Chloe had grown a second head.



“I’m just not sure I’m feeling it this week.” Chloe admitted.



It was true. After sitting in the club listlessly and fruitlessly, Chloe just felt a little depressed that Amanda seemed to be the one who had got away. An enigma who rejected her advances and then vanished as quickly as she appeared. Until Chloe’s brain could let her go, she didn’t think she could even summon the energy to pretend to be interested in anyone else.



“Are you feeling alright?” Paige asked. She seemed genuinely concerned, “Should I call a doctor?”



“I’m fine, I just don’t feel like going out.” Chloe said.



“That’s more reason than any to go out!” Paige argued, “You don’t want to end up like one of these old guys chained to their desk and never having fun, do you?”



Paige hadn’t troubled to keep her voice down and several people nearby looked over to frown. Chloe smiled and shook her head.



“Then you HAVE to come out.” Paige said with a nod, “Seriously, for my sake. I’ll go mad if it’s just me and these boring guys and girls.”



“Hey!” Someone from a few desks down called out.



“I’m sorry, Jeff, but it’s true.” Paige replied as she looked down to him.



Chloe saw the man frown and shake his head before turning back to his computer. He seemed rather put out by the accusations thrown around. Paige laughed as she looked back at Chloe.



“You shouldn’t be mean to Jeff.” Chloe said as she stifled a giggle, “He’s a nice guy.”



“Then come to the club with me and go home with him!” Paige said. At least this time she kept her voice to an urgent whisper, “Make him prove he isn’t one of these old fuddy-duddies.”



Chloe let out a deep sigh. She still wasn’t that into the idea, and she definitely didn’t see herself going home with anyone, but her resistance was being worn down by Paige’s relentless arguments. She sat back in her chair and saw Paige grin.



“You’re not going to stop until I agree to come out, are you?” Chloe asked.



“Nope.” Paige replied as her grin turned into a toothy smile.



“Fine.” Chloe said with a sigh, “You win. But I’m probably only staying for a couple of drinks.”



Having got what she wanted; Paige went back to her work. Chloe stared at the screen in front of her without paying much attention to it. A flurry of new e-mails, asking her to perform various tasks, had suddenly flooded her inbox. Various bits of work that it should be illegal to ask someone to perform on a Friday afternoon. She instead decided to get up and head towards the kitchenette in the adjoining room for a coffee.



Chloe pushed open the door. The small room wasn’t the main break room, but it housed everything needed to make a snack or a drink. There was a little two-person table against the wall opposite the coffeemaker and both seats were occupied by people, a man and a woman, with steaming mugs. She gave them both a friendly smile as she walked over to the counter and started making herself a drink.



“Have you met the new CEO?” The man asked.



“Not yet.” The woman replied, “Our department apparently has a meeting with her next week though. Rumours are we’re going to get downsized or something.”



“Shit. Really?” The man asked.



“Yeah, but it’s just rumours…” The woman sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than her friend.



“But still…” The man said. He took a deep breath, “Brian in processing… Do you know Brian?”



“I don’t think so.” The woman replied after a couple of seconds.



“You’d love him. Anyway, his department head has been off sick, right? He has covid or something. 



He’s going to be fine but obviously isn’t here. Well, Brian was filling in. There was a meeting of all the department heads on Monday and so Brian had to attend. He said the CEO was there.”



“Oh, did he say anything else?” The woman asked.



“Just that he would sooner try to steal gold from a dragon than face her again.” The man chuckled, 



“Quite intense apparently.”



“I can imagine.” The woman laughed.



Chloe, having had her fill of office gossip, poured her coffee and, with another friendly smile, left the kitchenette. She’d already finished half her drink before she had sat back down at her desk. Getting through the day was proving difficult, even with the addition of caffeine. Her mind kept wandering and several times she found herself just staring off into space and daydreaming. She didn’t know what was up, she may never have been the most diligent worker in the world, but she was rarely ever this absent minded.



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