Just Watch Me

“Last exercise and then we’re done for the day.” Sue, the leader of today’s team-building seminar, beamed around the room at us. A chorus of weak cheers answered her. Most of us were bored to tears, but we’d long learned that if we didn’t respond to Sue, she’d try something more sadistic to perk us up.

“I’m going to pass around some papers. There is a different sheet for every person. I want you to write a description of the colleague listed. Likes, dislikes, habits, anything you can think of. Then I’ll give the comments out and you can see how you are perceived by your coworkers. Isn’t that fun?”

We all filled them out as quickly as possible, then trooped back to our offices. We had finally found a fate worse than work.

“Jenny, I need the new shipping forms by the end of the day. By the way, good work on the McNally situation, you handled it well.”

The compliment might have held a little more weight if he had gotten my name right. For my first three years on the job, I used to correct him. After that, I just accepted the name of the day. As long as my real name was spelled properly on my paycheck.

“Sure, why not?” I picked up the reviews and leafed through them. Sure enough, they said exactly what I had suspected. Nice. Quiet. Wears dark colors. Don’t really know her. That roughly translated into plain. Mousy. Nondescript. Utterly nondescript.

Sue cleared her throat. “One thing I noticed about your reviews was that, while people said nice things, they didn’t have much to say. I didn’t feel like I know who you are as a person and I don’t think your coworkers do either. Now Jayla, isn’t it important to you to be a social part of the team?” She gave me one of her smiles.

“When are you leaving work?” my friend Kim screeched at me. I could tell she was in her car from the sounds of traffic.

I got up from my desk and walked over to Sue. “Thank you so much for bringing these by. I’ll take your advice into consideration. You’ve been most helpful.” I ushered her to the door, guiding her out before she remembered that we didn’t actually discuss anything.

I got home with about four hours to get ready for the evening. I should have been tired after a full day of work, but my body was taut with excitement. My work persona was slipping away and my inner vixen was waking up. In another hour, she’d be ready to come out and play.

Off came my black flats, tan pants, and blouse. I unhooked my white cotton bra and stepped out of my high-cut underwear. I threw them in the hamper and hopped in the shower. Tonight, I pulled out my Caress body wash. The scent was sexier than Dove, and it would keep me aroused every time I breathed it in.

Kim had sounded pretty excited on the phone so I dressed carefully. Ordinarily, I’d go for sensual, but after those damn peer reviews, I needed something stronger, something sluttier. I picked an extremely short black skirt and a deep red halter top. If I bent over, my ass would be completely exposed. I decided to forgo panty hose in favor of my crotchless panties. I finished the outfit with a pair of spiky stilettos that showed my freshly painted toes. Red, to match the top.

The last and most important part was my mask. Not an actual mask, so much as eye-catching makeup. It had to be dramatic enough to alter my appearance. When I had the mask on, I was unstoppable. I stopped being nondescript Jayla and became the sexy, vibrant, nasty girl at the party. The girl who would ride a guy until his eyes rolled back in his head. The woman who could take any dick down her throat. She’d fuck a man and lick a pussy, sometimes at the same time.

True to form, we were out the door by 11:00 P.M. on the dot. Kim raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw my outfit. “Rough day?” She knew these trips were therapeutic for me.

We took her car, radio blaring Lloyd Banks’s album. I rapped along with the CD trying to ignore the sensations welling up inside me. My fingers were tapping on my leg dangerously close to my inner thigh.

We pulled up to a run-down building fifteen minutes later. I smoothed my skirt down before following Kim to the door. What looked like a warehouse turned out to be an underground club. The room was packed with couples gyrating on the floor. There were couches against the walls, and most were filled with people talking or fucking.

As we walked back to the bar, I felt someone grab my leg. I turned around to see a woman smiling at me while a man sucked her pussy. I watched as she closed her eyes in obvious delight, lifting her pelvis to his mouth. One of his hands held the folds of her labia apart, while the other traveled up and down my leg. I knelt beside the woman on the couch and opened her blouse. Pierced nipples peeked out at me and I took one in my mouth. She jumped beneath me, her hands pressing into my head. I flicked my tongue over it then took it between my teeth.

I paid the same attention to the other nipple and let my fingers caress the one I’d just left. The man found the hole in my panties and slid his finger into my cunt. Her moans were intoxicating and driving me closer to the brink, but I didn’t want to come yet. I focused on pleasuring her as he fucked us on the couch.

She smelled delicious. I wanted to taste her, but thought it would be presumptuous to interrupt him. She started to shake and then she came, the juices coursing over his face. I took my mouth from her breast to lick her cum from his face.

He stood up and I saw that his dick had sprung free from his boxers. I took his cock in my hands, stroking his shaft while rolling my palm over the head. His eyes closed and he swayed slightly.

He picked up a condom from the basket on the table. I took it from him and rolled it down his penis, then took him in my mouth. He wasn’t that thick, so it was easy to guide him down my throat. It didn’t take him long to come. For a second, I regretted that we had used a condom, wishing I could feel his deposit sliding down my throat. But then he pulled out and I got up in search of more adventures.

I looked around for Kim and found her sandwiched between two burly guys on an adjacent love seat. She squealed as one of them peeled her panties off.

I walked on, keeping my eyes peeled for that special something I needed. A guy with a flogger smiled at me, but I shook my head. I needed something else, something nasty, something relentless. And then I saw five dudes chilling in the corner. They looked around excitedly, jabbing each other every few moments. They watched avidly, but didn’t make a move to join in. They would do the trick quite nicely.

I turned and walked off toward a raised platform I had passed earlier. I grabbed a condom bucket and handed one to each of them. “Suit up. Fuck me good.”

I lay down and spread my legs. I purposely left my panties on, to avoid getting the grime of the surface on my ass.

I begged him until he was pounding deep inside me. It hurt, but it was exquisite pain. The kind of pain that drove me closer to the edge. Release was near, but I knew if I rushed it, it would fall flat.

“I jacked off before I came here. I can last awhile. Now, turn around ho. I want to fuck you from behind.”

I turned over and eagerly backed up onto his waiting cock. He slammed into me, and I clutched the sides of the platform to steady myself. I felt the orgasm coming and I rubbed my clit. Something inside me exploded as I came. I lay limp on the table, but the guy didn’t stop thrusting. We fucked until he finished, his climax sending little aftershocks through my body.

They helped me stand and carried me to an empty couch. I reclined gratefully, looking for my friend. Kim was still playing with the guys I’d spotted her with before so I settled down to regain my strength.

We left the club hours later. The sun was starting to rise as we staggered to the car. We turned to an easy listening station to help us wind down.

When I got home, I washed off my makeup and peeled my clothes off, dropping them in the hamper. It would take the remainder of the weekend for Alexandra to fade away. By Monday morning, I’d be Jayla again. Plain. Mousy. Nondescript. Utterly nondescript.