Punishing Rachel, Part One by subkittehslut

“I shouldn’t have liked it…There must be something wrong with me…”

Rachel stares off into space, the person complaining in her ear about her cell phone fading to an incoherent mumble as she’s swept up in thoughts of what happened over the weekend. Flashes of memory assault her senses, bringing back even the smells… let alone the feelings. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, she tries to smother a tiny whimper as her pulse starts to beat dully in her clit, dampness spreading over the crotch of her panties, her cunt and asshole both throbbing painfully as her muscles contract and her thighs tighten and start to rub together involuntarily… vaguely she becomes aware of an annoyed “Hello? HELLO?” in her ear… the forgotten customer.

“Yes ma’am, I’m here” Rachel croaks, her mouth suddenly dry. The woman immediately begins complaining shrilly, saying the we simply MUST turn her phone back on RIGHT NOW, because she NEEDS IT, and she paid her bill late last month and it was still on… blah blah blah… nerves frazzled to the breaking point, she snaps “Look, we can’t do it until you pay your bill, and that’s your fault, be glad you don’t have REAL problems…” and stops herself before she goes any further. Mumbling a quick “Sorry I couldn’t help enjoy the rest of your day” she releases the call and yanks her headset off her head, throwing it onto her desk and standing up rather dramatically, drawing curious stares from her co-workers… and one in particular, who smirks almost imperceptibly and continues smooth-talking his irate caller while he takes in all the damning details giving away Rachel’s state… her shaking hands, heaving chest, and wide, nervous eyes… then watches her big, round, sexy ass as she hurries away with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

Stumbling into the break room, Rachel breathes a sigh of relief at it’s emptiness… for all intents and purposes it was far too early for a break since she’s only been there about half an hour, but she could no more work today than she could forget about what happened for the last few days… finding the furthest, most remote chair in the room, she slumps into the corner and buries her face in her arms, shaking all over as she the memories overtake her and she relives her ordeal again in earnest…

(The.Beginning)

Rachel stares at the clock on the bottom of her computer screen intently, waiting for that magic two-minute-mark before the end of her shift when she could stop taking calls and finish up, then get the hell out of the office for the night… with one change today. Today was the day she was finally going to invite Eric to do something this weekend… she picked Thursday to be both considerately ahead of time as not to be last minute and in hopes that he wouldn’t already have plans, but also not so early in the week as to seem like a desperate dork… her palms were sweaty and her heart was fluttering in chest as she glanced at him across the isle in her peripheral vision, the light scattered in his spiky, light brown hair… that cocky grin lighting up his perfectly chiseled features… her throat closes as she finishes logging off and notices that he is also almost done and gathering his things to go… taking a deep breath she stands and with a much-practiced hair flip and a smile she hopes looks natural she says brightly “Hey, Eric… week’s almost up, huh? Aren’t you glad?”

He looks up and turns the full power of that megawatt smile on her, making her forget to breathe as always “Hell yeah girl… can’t wait to have my two-day break from this hellhole” flashing a wink at their boss, who just giggled in response… pretty common for females around Eric.
Rachel laughs along with their supervisor, trying to remember her ‘lines’… “So, um, Eric… if you didn’t have any plans this weekend, I got these tickets…” asking around carefully had earned her the tidbit that Eric loved metal “… to the big metal show Friday night… I mean if you’re lookin for something to do I have an extra…” and then tilts her head in what she hopes is a sexy way.

“Oh, yeah, that… I’m already going with my girlfriend, but thanks…” Eric smiles knowingly and wraps his arm around Rachel’s drooping shoulders in a half-hug. “Thanks for asking though, Rach… you’re a good friend.”

“Oh, sure, yeah, of course…” she stutters and tries not to look as crestfallen as she feels, avoiding Eric’s eyes. “See you tomorrow man…” and watches him walk off without a backward glance. So distracted and distraught was she that she didn’t realize someone was standing right behind her until a quiet throat-clearing sound jolts her out of her miserable, rejected thoughts. “Oh… hi, Josh…” she mumbles.

“Hi Rachel… were you talking about Metalfest? Because I would love to go, if you are ok with it… I mean, I’d even pay you back for my ticket…” he licks his lips nervously, his eyes locked on her ample cleavage. Rachel was the best part of working at this shitty job, he thought… the amazing, exaggerated hourglass of her curvaceous figure danced through his mind in various states of undress all day long… her husky little-girl voice as she placated customers sending shivers up and down his spine and making it often impossible to stand… he wanted her fiercely, but she would barely talk to him.

Rachel sighs inwardly and mentally braces herself for visual assault… she could almost feel Josh’s eyes crawling over her skin like spiders, making her want to shiver. This was the last thing she needed; the office pervert eyeraping her after being shot down by her crush. Not only that, but what he was asking of her in front of everyone was so reasonable that she risked looking like a stuck up bitch if she said no… biting her lip in an unconsciously sexy way, she thinks fast.
“Sure Josh, why not? I’ll uh… let’s see, come outside so I can get my phone…” and starts walking quickly toward the door, Josh’s long, lanky form close on her heels. Once outside, she stopped. “The tickets were $35” she said flatly.
Josh immediately digs in his pocket and hands her two $20s “Do you have change?”
“No, sorry.”
“Well, don’t worry about it… we’ll call it gas money I guess.”
“Um, no… my car’s uh, full already, I’ll have to meet you there.” She actually only bought 2 tickets… screaming heavy speed metal wasn’t her or her friends’ thing, she had only been willing to go for Eric.
“Oh, well, ok… still, that’s less markup than the average scalper, and the show’s sold out” he winks lecherously “so where can I meet you at?”

Fighting to not roll her eyes, she makes up a meeting point for him to meet her group and hands him his ticket quickly as soon as they get to her car so she can get her purse. His eyes seem to bulge out of his head as she bends over and leans into the car, the back of her very classy skirt raising until the edge of her thigh-high stockings could just barely be seen through the walking slit in the back… let alone how the material stretches and pulls tight against her ass, outlining that perfect, big round peach in ways that fired his tortured imagination. Thrusting a slip of paper at him, she slides into her car and quickly pulls the door shut, not noticing a sheet of loose paper blow out of her back seat and flutter to the asphalt.
Forcing a smile, she blurts “see you later!” and backs out quickly, over the lost paper and off.

Josh stares, waving stupidly, still slightly awestruck. Shaking himself, he notices the bit of trash and goes to throw it away, glancing at it in mild curiousity, and then harder when he sees Rachel’s name… it was a resume! She had a stack of them in her back seat from job-hunting and having her door hanging open while she sold her ticket must have loosened one from the bunch. His eyes flit over the paper, noting her home address, other personal info. His hands shaking, he folds the piece of paper carefully and slips it into his back pocket, where he can swear he feels it, heavy and hot there against his scrawny ass cheek. Making his way to his own car, he absorbs the details of the show… then raises the slip of paper up to his nose. The unmistakeable scent of girl filled his nostrils… something like makeup and breathmints… and her perfume. That musky, vanilla-y, insanely sexy smell that follows her wherever she goes. He slides behind his front seat, still sniffing the ticket, his long, thin cock hardening in his pants… he janks his door shut, rolling up his heavily tinted windows, and lays his seat back, opening up his pants and taking hold of his stiff cock with his free hand… stroking it’s length from base to tip in faster and faster strokes as he inhales deeply over and over… finally just the top couple of inches and his swollen, purple head in short, quick, jerky movements, his hand almost a blur… his breaths hard and fast, punctuated with little moans. In barely five minutes he let loose a stream of hot cum that shot out of his pulsing cock with such force he almost hit himself in the chin… he could feel the warm, wet lines he continued to spurt laying heavy on his chest and stomach, slowly soaking into his black tshirt. Tucking the concert ticket into the console between the seats of his beat up old Chevelle, he opens his eyes and laughs a little at the splashed trails of pearly cum on his shirt, peeling it off carefully and tossing it in the backseat, then drives home to plan his moves for he and Rachel’s “date”… he could hardly wait.

Rachel, on the other hand, barely gave the show another thought, except in flashes of remembered embarassment over Eric’s casual dismissal… because she didn’t plan to go at all.