Chapter 6 - I Have Run Out Of Charming Wordplay

A/N: As you can see, I can no longer keep up the 'Charm'-related chapter titles. We'll see what I do for the next one. In any case, it may take some time before the next chapter is ready to post (there's actually some plot developing); check out the teaser chapter of my new story, Unremarkable, for some more info.
Content: oral, slight d/s

Over the next few days, the four of us settled into a routine. Veronica and I would go to work together; just because we now worked for Verity's benefit didn't mean that Veronica's company could be neglected. Yumi did the same at the university, and on top of her normal work spent time sifting through the university's donor, student and personnel records looking for good candidates for recruitment.

I spent most of the evenings at Veronica's house; on Tuesday I moved several of my clothes and toiletries into a closet at her place. I didn't see too much of Yumi, since she'd decided to use her department's flexible hours policy to work mostly afternoons and evenings, to minimize the chances of getting caught when she was going through records. We did spent quite a lot of time on the phone; our new shared purpose meant we had a lot more contact now than the preceding several months, during which we'd both been busy with work.  I also, after the rather hectic introduction to my new job the previous week, got to know Veronica a little better. It was a little strange really getting to know someone only after we'd already had sex — multiple times, and with other people involved! — but I was still happy to, and to find out that she was someone I could call a friend and with whom I had stuff in common other that the fact that we both worked for Verity.

***

On Thursday afternoon I was sitting at my desk in Veronica's office, trying to untangle a particularly convoluted e-mail chain from major client that had been dumped on me after a manager had unexpectedly resigned. I'd been working on it since before lunch and was finally beginning to get our and their respective lists of promises and expectations straight. Then Veronica came in, back from the lunch meeting she'd been to.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Williamson," I greeted her; we had decided not to act too friendly towards each other for the moment, since we really hadn't know each other for very long and didn't want to draw attention.

Veronica returned the greeting and walked directly to her own desk, humming a song I didn't recognize. There, she began flipping trough the files in her desk drawers. She shortly found what she'd been looking for and began typing away at her computer, still humming happily.

A few minutes later, I realized I'd just read the same e-mail for the third time, and that I was humming along with Veronica under my breath. I tried to shut her out and just get my work done. I made some progress for a while, but then Veronica switched tunes to a different song, one that I didn't recognize but that was even more of an earworm. A look in her direction showed that she was no longer working at her computer, but was standing by the window, looking out.

"Veronica, would you mind not doing that?" I said, a little more sharply than I intended. "I'd like to get this done today and you're distracting me."

Veronica turned to me, looking surprised. "Oh, sorry. I didn't even realize." She stopped, and returned to her desk.

I got another half hour of work done before Veronica got up again and began pacing in the center of the office. I tried to ignore her, but the motion on the edge of my vision was very distracting. I sighed and looked up at her. She stopped pacing and turned to me.

"Don't you have work to do?"

"You do have my calendar, you know," Veronica said with a smile, "But no. I'm just waiting for my four o'clock meeting, so I have... two more hours to kill. If I'm bothering you I can go out for a while."

"It's your office, you don't have to leave. I'd just like to get this here done today, so I'm trying to concentrate." I rolled my head. Now that all my attention was no longer focused on the screen, I could feel all the twinges that told me I'd been sitting in one position for too long.

"Ah, sorry." Veronica looked abashed. "I'll try not to distract you."

I nodded, stretched, and returned my attention to the emails.

***

Perhaps ten minutes later, after Veronica had returned to her desk and I'd almost forgotten she was still in the room, I felt warm hands on my shoulders. I jerked upright, then almost immediately sank back in my chair as Veronica gently began rubbing at the knots in my neck. This wasn't really 'not distracting me', but perhaps I could use a break.

I tipped my head back to lookup at Veronica and asked her, "So, is this one of the perks of being your assistant?"

"Not really," Veronica replied, digging a knuckle into my upper back, "At least, it's not something I ever did for my previous assistant. You looked like you could use some relaxation. Call it a perk of being Verity's representative."

I usually forgot I was a sort of first among equals in Verity's women. Apparently, it was something that was more on Veronica's mind.

"Hmm..." Veronica was good at this, and I was almost melting in my chair, but I managed to get control of my voice, and assure Veronica, "You don't really have to pay attention to that, you know, when we're not actually doing something for Verity? You don't have to do things for me."

Veronica leaned in closer. "I like doing things for you," she said, in a low voice, "And I spent quite a bit of effort getting good at shoulder rubs, so I like to keep in practice."

"Hmm. OK then." I relaxed back into her touch, and tried to turn my mind back to untangling the emails. It took a few minutes, but then Veronica's efforts faded into a pleasurable background, and I found myself making progress. In about half an hour more work, I'd finally managed to make sense of the mess, typed up a memo containing the contradictory promises and requests so that Customer Relations could take things up with the client.

I sent it off with a feeling of satisfaction. Veronica, who'd been looking over my shoulder while she massaged me, leaned in and spoke by my ear, "See, a little relaxation helps. And that's today's work about done, right?" Then, her breath tickling my neck, she very demonstratively began humming in my ear.

I let out an indelicate snort of laughter, then glanced at the corner of my monitor for the time. Nearly three o'clock. "There's nothing major left for today, but that doesn't mean I'll be happy with your humming. Can't you do something else?"

I could hear the humor in Veronica's voice as she dug her thumbs into my shoulders and replied, softly, "I don't know. You have any ideas?" Then continued humming softly in my ear.

By this time I was pretty sure of the game she was playing. I turned my head to look her in the eyes, then ordered, "Go make sure the door is locked, then I've got an idea to make sure you'll be too busy to hum."

Veronica's hands left my shoulders as, demonstratively humming louder, she went to check that the door to the office as locked. They were thick, solid wood and the rest of the walls were — as Veronica had told my soon after I'd been promoted to my current position — also built to keep out outside noise. The founder of the company had liked his privacy, she'd explained. While Veronica was busy, I shifted in my seat. My desk was of a very standard design — drawers on the left and right with the desk surface across them — and faced into the room. Notably, it didn't have a partition to block the view of my legs.

When Veronica started to circle my desk on her way back to me, I stopped her with a gesture and said, "No, not that way. If you kneel, I think you'll fit under the desk." I tried to put on a smirk as much like Verity's as I could.

Veronica looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled and went to her knees. She crawled forward and I lost sight of her, but then I felt a warm hand on my knee. I was suddenly happy that I had chosen to wear a — very professional — skirt today. I felt a hand on my other knee, then both of them began slowly sliding up my thighs and I heard Veronica's voice ask, "So, what have you thought of?"

"Well, " I said, with deliberate nonchalance, as I spread my legs a little wider, "You keep humming, so maybe you should put your mouth to better use."

Her hands slid along the outside of my thighs to the waistband of my panties. I lifted my butt a little to give her better access, and she deftly slid my underwear off. I scooted forward until I was sitting at the very front edge of my seat while my panties were pulled down my legs and off my feet.

"Something like here?" Came Veronica's voice. Her warm breath hit my thigh a moment before her tongue did, licking a warm wet strip up the inside of my thigh and stopping inches from the top.

"Not exactly," I said, "But keep trying."

Veronica didn't reply, but licked up my other thigh, going maybe another inch higher. "Like that?"

"Further," I began, just as she licked along the first leg again, going slowly and ending just barely short, then planting a kiss just above my pussy. I resisted the urge to just grab her head and pull her forward. Slow could be good. I tried again, "Just keep trying. You'll find it eventually."

She returned to my other leg, working her way up from my knee in little nips and kisses. The hands on my knees pushed them apart further until they were stopped by armrests of my chair. There was a warm breath on my pussy and two fingers parted my folds, then Veronica lightly planted a kiss right on top of my clit. My hands had been resting on top of my desk, but now I moved one of them down and tangled my fingers in Veronica's hair, ensuring that she wouldn't move away again. Which she didn't seem inclined to do, as her fingers spread me further and her tongue began exploring my folds. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the sensations.

Veronica's tongue spent the next several minutes cataloguing every inch of my pussy, from licking gently around the outside of my lips to trying to reach as deep inside me as she could. I could feel a wet spot begin to develop on my chair. Eventually, Veronica came up for air, and the fingers spreading me moved, stroking along my lips and then sliding inside. They began pumping in and out in a slow tempo while her mouth went back to the top of my pussy, her tongue moving over my clit in little flicks.

A little later, as I could feel myself gradually climbing to what promised to be a powerful orgasm, Veronica's movement became a little more erratic. I opened my eyes a crack and craned my neck until I could see under my desk. Most of Veronica was blocked from my view by her head, but I could see that she was kneeling with her legs spread wide, and the hand that wasn't in me was stuck down the front of her skirt and moving frantically. I smiled to myself and kept my eyes open to enjoy the sight.

I felt my orgasm nearing as Veronica's breaths became harsher and more erratic, when she began curling the three fingers inside me — I wasn't quite sure when the third had been added — each time stroking along the front of the inside of my pussy, causing an extra jolt of leisure with each thrust. I could feel myself approaching the edge —

"Mmph! Ow!" Veronica's movements faltered, and my eyes snapped to what I could see of her face. It was shining with my fluids, but I could also see a tear at the corner of her eye. I looked slightly higher, and realized that when I'd clenched my fist, the fingers tangled in her hair must have pulled at it pretty hard. I immediately let go and untangled my hand.

"Sorry!" I said, stroking her hair, "I wasn't paying attentiUhh". The rest was lost in a moan as, with a smile I felt against my pussy, Veronica's fingers began their assault again, harder and faster than before. The thought, guess I'm forgiven, passed through my mind, before my mind melted back into incoherent feelings of pleasure.

 felt my pussy clench around Veronica's fingers just at the edge of my orgasm, and she took her revenge, slowing down abruptly, drawing it out and keeping me on the edge for several precious seconds.

I barely managed to stutter out, "C-come on!" but seconds later her fingers resumed their previous tempo and she fastened her mouth right on my clit, sucking viciously and just barely applying her teeth. The sudden slightly painful sensation was just enough to send me over the edge. I was aware of a sudden extra burst of juices that coated Veronica's face and of my butt sliding off my seat, but the next few seconds were lost in the haze of my orgasm.

When I came to, my chair had rolled away and I was lying on the carpet, looking up at Veronica, who was leaning over me slightly further down my body and smiling.

"So..." she began, looking at me through her lashes, "Pain? Not really my thing. But it looks like it might be yours, a little?"

With half my mind, I put that thought away for later examination. "Oh, come here, you," I commanded fondly, and pulled Veronica further up my body and then down to my face. I carefully licked each of her cheeks, tasting myself, then tilted my head slightly and pulled her into a deep kiss. She let herself drop down, pressing her body into mine, and we spent a few minutes languidly kissing, exploring each other's mouths.

Finally, Veronica rolled off me and glanced at the clock.

"Oh, damn! Only ten minutes until my meeting. I need to get cleaned up!"

I looked her over. It was very clear what she'd been doing; hair tangled, face smeared with fluids and clothes rumpled. I was pretty sure I looked about the same. We helped each other to our feet and I pushed her toward the bathroom.

"Go, get ready. I don't need as much to get presentable, I don't need to be here for the meeting."

With a last smile over her shoulder, she disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly wiped my face and fixed my hair, then brought her one of the spare outfits that she kept in one of the drawers. As I gathered my things or my trip home, I spotted my discarded panties lying, just visible, under my desk. Better not leave those in sight. Still... A thought struck me. My skirt was long enough... I grabbed them off the floor, but didn't put them back on.

A few minutes later, I waved goodbye to Veronica by the door just as her clients were arriving. She looked completely professional once again. I looked forward to that night, when I could ask her if she'd managed to keep a straight face upon opening her top desk drawer.