Workplace Boundaries

WARNING: This story contains BDSM and one character forcing(non-physically) another character into sexual behavior. Reader discretion is advised.

You couldn't help but notice that the sink was spotless as you ate your apple. However, it looked like your maid, Stella, forgot to clean the spigot, along with the inside of the refrigerator handles, the front doorknob, and the living room windows. This was the third week she had been doing a half-assed job cleaning. You reminded her twice to clean the same way she has been for the last six months, but all of the sudden she's been phoning it in. You decided to confront her.
    "Stella, I need to talk with you."
    You rounded the corner into your master bathroom to find her cleaning the sink. She was bent over, wiping the drain with a sponge. This position made her already perky butt look incredible as it stretched the bottom of her collared, button-up dress. The navy blue fabric contrasted nicely with the white collar and apron she wore, but you couldn't help but wonder why she had chosen today to dress so conservatively. She usually wore low cut dresses under her apron, ones that showed off her distracting cleavage, but this conservative look was nice, too. She looked up from the sink with innocent eyes.
    "Yes, Mr. Jones?"
    You lost track of your thoughts in a daydream of pushing her against the wall and fucking her brains out with your hands firmly around her throat. In your fantasy she drooled and whispered 'More'... You snapped back to reality just before the pause got awkward.
    "I told you last week, and the week before, to go back to how you were cleaning last month. You did a fantastic job your first six months and took half the time. Can we do that?"
    "I don't want to clean that way anymore." She turned back to the sink dismissively.
    Her flippant response bothered you a bit. You were paying her a decent sum to keep this house clean so you could focus on the rest of your responsibilities, and now she was telling you that she wouldn't clean the house the way you like. She deserved to be punished: thrown over your knee and spanked until she teared up and her bare cheeks turned cherry red.
    "What do you mean? I'm asking you, as your employer, to clean it the way you used to."
    "I don't want to," she said matter-of-factly, still focused on the sink. Her pink latex cleaning gloves moved furiously up and down the faucet. The back and forth motion teased you as you imagined her stroking your stiff cock. For that comment she deserved to be gagged, bent over the sink, and reamed until you finished or she learned a lesson, whichever came last. You took a deep breath and came up with a more meaningful and professional response.
    "If you can't clean the house the way I need you too, then I'm going to have to fire you, simple as that."
    This perked her attention. She shot up so fast that you saw her chest bounce a little, even through her dress. She wringed her hands, and sounds of crinkling latex echoed of the stone and tile. She looked terrified.
    "But Mr. Jones, I need this job! You can't fire me!"
    You almost felt sorry for her. You certainly would miss seeing her seductive curves every Tuesday, but you needed a properly cleaned home.
    "You either need to do what I'm asking of you, or I'll find somebody else, Stella."
    "But I can't do that!"
    "Then I'm sorry, but you're fired."
    "Mr. Jones, please! I'll do anything!"
    Now the word 'anything' got your attention. She dragged out the syllables just enough to make you nervous. Day dreaming about BDSM fantasies with your maid was one thing. Taking sexual advantage of a young woman by forcing her to have sex with you to keep her paycheck, that was criminal and morally deplorable. You reached in your pocket and immediately hit the power button on your phone three times. Silently, an audio recorder app started listening to your conversation. You weren't about to lose your life in a courtroom because of an upset ex-employee.
    "Ms. Jelinski, I'm not sure I like what you're implying with the word 'anything."
    You made sure to repeat the offending phrase to establish what the microphone missed. You also referred to her as professionally as possible. Stella leaned forward and squeezed her breasts together with her wet, pink rubber hands.
    "I'll do whatever you want, Mr. Jones. Just don't fire me, please..." She licked her lips slowly as she started working at one of the buttons on her dress.
    You felt a little movement in your pants. As awful as this situation was, watching this gorgeous woman offer herself to you without a second thought was involuntarily exciting you. You needed to neutralize this situation immediately, otherwise she might be able to use an evolutionary response against you.
    "No, this is inappropriate, I am not going to... No, no. Ms. Jelinski, you're fired, please take your things and leave, now."
    She straightened up, and her long dark hair draped down down her chest. The blonde tips formed a wave across the blue dress.
    "Even if our safe-word is 'ice cube?"
    She said it with a know-it-all voice, because she knew it would shock you. You furrowed your brow as you tried to think of an explanation as to how your maid of half a year knew the safe-word you used with your college girlfriend, unless...
    "You didn't...?" This was bad.
    "All of them. Seriously, who leaves memory cards of that sitting in around without at least password protection? Anyway, I'm going to keep this job, and I'm going to do it my way, because if you don't let me, all the partners at your law firm are going to receive an email. Imagine their faces when they see their rising star getting tied up and pegged when he should've been studying. Don't worry, I'll tag you in it so that your cute little ass shows up as the first link every time someone searches your name looking for a lawyer."
    You could feel the heat in your cheeks. She had the ability to ruin your entire career with one click. This was now a hostage situation, and the gun was to the head of your dreams of a family, a massive house, a massive yard for your purebred, and two Jaguars in the driveway. You thought about the recording you have, but it wouldn't do any good once the video was posted.
    "What do you say, Mr. Jones?"
    It was bargaining time.
    "Fine, you have your job for as long as you want it, just don't post the video."
    She giggled like a school-girl and clapped her hands.
    "Oh goody, thank you Mr. Jones! Oh, I know just the thing to celebrate!"
    She started eyeing you up and down while biting her lip while her normally doe eyes took on a predatory focus. You didn't like where this was going.
    "Take off your clothes."
    "What!? Like hell!" You yelled in shock.
    "What? I see the way you look at me, you want me, you want this."
    She slapped her ass, hard, and let out a moan. Another erection began to form in your pants, despite the fear in your gut.
    "Do it or I'll ruin your life," she continued. Her sing-song way of saying it gave you a chill. You thought about the tape in your pocket. If you let this happen, you could use the tape to get the police to arrest her. If you told them about the blackmail material, maybe they could get her in handcuffs before she could post it, assuming it wasn't set to auto send. Handcuffs... What you wouldn't give for a good pair to chain her to your headboard right now. Go to her house, ransack it until you were sure you had all your shameful videos, then come back and teach her a lesson-
    "This is blackmail and sexual battery." The sentence sounded weird out loud, but having it explicitly stated on tape was very important. You began undoing your belt as she giggled again. You thought to yourself about how many times you fantasized having sex with Stella. The idea of being forced to have sex with her didn't really make sense in your head. Your body was more than willing to fuck her brains out, but the situation made you severely uncomfortable. Trading sex for your potential future didn't sound twisted in your head, but it didn't feel right, so you began looking for a way out. You could grab her, restrain her with your belt and call the police and let them deal with her right now. You had 40 pounds and four inches on her, so she couldn't physically force you into anything you didn't want to do. It was very confusing, but a part of you wanted to go through with this. The tape would have to tell the story of the other part of you that hated this scenario.
    "I don't mind." Her bubbly responses were freaking you out.
    You had taken your clothes off on auto-pilot, and now you stood on the cold tile in just your boxers. She looked annoyed.
    "I figured that you would try and be modest about this. Here, let me get those..." She walked over, her pumps clicking with each step. She crouched down, and her rubber gloves left cool, wet paths as the dragged them down your chest to your underwear. She grabbed the waistband and yanked them down. Your half erect member sprung into her face. She got so close that you could feel her warm breath teasing you. She opened her mouth to take you in and... Then she backed away.
    "Nah, I have a better idea!" She bounced up and grabbed your hand, leading you to your own bed."
    "Stella, stop playing these fucking games and let's get this over with." She didn't like that response.
    "Mr. Jones, we are going to do whatever I want to, remember? And now, I want you to lie down on the bed, hands around the headboard."
    Oh the irony. She wanted you in the exact position you wanted her, and the handcuffs she produced from your 'toy' bin meant that she also wanted you bound the same way, too. She had apparently been snooping around to know where you hid the bin in the back of your sock drawer. What else had she found? She clicked the cuffs into place and giggled, before returning to your closet. You tested your binds with a small tug, but nothing gave, not that you expected it to. After a moment she returned... Now sporting a large, neon green appendage between her legs. You stared in shock at the strap on as she gave it a slow, mocking handjob.
    "Wanna recreate my favorite scene?!"
    You gave her a defeated stare.
    "Rhetorical question?"
    "Yep!" She jumped onto the bed, straddling you. You could feel the heat of her groin on your engorged shaft, but the plastic toy pressing against your stomach drew most of your attention. She teased you with a wiggle.
    "Not yet, silly. Oh! I forgot to show you..." She undid her apron, then pulled the buttoned seam of her dress apart, shooting the plastic bits everywhere. Under the conservative fabric was a blue and black latex halter dress. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as she pulled off the pink cleaning gloves. Her hands were coated with a different set of rubber, this time a matching pair to the dress' metallic color scheme. She had hid this entire outfit under her conservative clothes, and while you didn't know why, you couldn't help but notice how nicely the elastic dress hugged her curves.
    <SLAP>
    It wasn't the hardest slap you'd ever felt, but it certainly surprised you.
    "Don't stare, Mr. Jones, it's rude!" She giggled at her own words, "Oh, you know what you could use?"
    She reached under the latex and produced a black swath of fabric from between her breasts. She folded it lengthwise and wrapped it over your eyes.
    "There we go, we have to get every detail right or I might send the original just for funsies!"
    Not being able to see what was happening made you anxious. You focused on your other senses, and the scent of the scarf wrapped over your eyes became more apparent. It was a mix of Stella's sweet sweat, her perfume, and the heavy aroma of latex. You felt her lean forward onto your chest. Cool rubber touched your lips as she gently lay her hand over your mouth. You felt a rubber fingertip trace along the length of your erections. She giggled again as she took a handful and squeezed hard. You grunted in surprise, so she gripped your face until it hurt.
    "Shhhh... You only make noise when I say it's okay." That felt familiar. She must have studied those videos, because that's exactly what Zoey would tell you when her torment became unbearable. However, her death-grip on your privates eased a bit.
    "Now, how do you think I knew your safe-word?..."
    "You watched my video-Ow!" She twisted a nipple until you cried out.
    "Nope... Try again." You couldn't think of another answer for a moment. How else could she know 'ice cube'.
    "I don't know, did Zoey tell you?" This was ridiculous, but you were worried that not guessing would hurt more than a wrong answer. You inhaled sharply as she twisted again, but not as hard.
    "Warmer, keep guessing," she chided.
    "Did she send you the tape?" She slapped your exposed side. The noise echoed in the room as you cringed in a vain attempt to shield yourself from the second slap.
    "Ah, dammit! What do you want?" Another blow shut you up.
    "To keep playing, silly!" She responded in a baby voice while caressing your undoubtedly reddening side.
    "Fine," You were at wit's end, "Maybe you lived with Zoey and it just came up one time." You were worried this answer was too close to your second answer. You were right. She flicked the head of your penis, and you nearly bucked her off in reaction. Not seeing it coming was what made it so torturous.
    "Calm down Mr. Jones, that wasn't even that hard. Here, I'll give you a hint: how could I know about something that happened without anyone ever telling me?"
    "I dunno, were you fucking there?!" You braced for the incoming pain, but nothing happened for a moment. You jumped a bit when her warm tongue circled around your nipple before her lips tenderly sucked it. She let go with a quiet pop.
    "Very good, now elaborate."
    "You were watching us-Ow!" More pain as the swatted your stones.
    "You heard us through the wall-Dammit!" A hard slap across your stomach.
    "You're Zoey in a fucking disguise!" You braced for pain as you reconsidered delivering such a stupid response out of frustration. None came. You were blinded by a moment as the light of the room replaced the blackness of the scarf. Your latex-clad maid had an index finger on her nose, another pointing at your face.
    "On the nose, Mr. Jones!"
    You managed an impatient, "What the fuck...?" There's no way your Zoey was your maid for the last six months. She was away on an international collaboration with her sales firm. Besides, you would have noticed if Stella had all the mannerisms as the woman you dated for three years. Three wonderful years before the mutual agreement that long-distance just wouldn't work between you two. It was strange, being able to mourn the breakup from your ex, with your ex. The sex was amazing, and you took turns fulfilling each other's fantasies. You cuddled in each other's arms every night, and even cried together towards the end. You promised to stay in touch and meet up once she was back stateside. You were still texting once or twice a week, but it felt distant. There was no way that the woman in front of you was the one you missed every hour of every day.
    "Well, prove it then." No way in hell was she about to pull off a mask or show you a zipper down her back, or so you thought.
    "How's this?" She put her fingers in the corner of her mouth and stretched. You gave her an impatient look. You thought that she was going to stretch and scrunch her face for a second then laugh at you for being gullible. Her fingers reached a normal limit, then kept pulling. By the time she stopped, her hands were almost a foot apart, and her stretched lips spanned the gap between them. She opened her jaw and it looked like the entire inside of her mouth was rubber. She stretched her the edges of her mouth wide and tall, pulling the oral sheathe from her mouth. Her tongue deflated, and sat like a fleshy condom on the bottom of the wearer's mouth. There was a hole above her tongue that led down the throat of whoever was underneath "Stella". The gums had holes in them too, assumably so that the wearer could chew with their real teeth.You were at a complete loss of words.
    "See, cool mask, right?" The muffled words came from behind the... thing... in front of your face. That sounded like Zoey's voice, but you weren't sure. You could only conclude was that the stranger underneath had freed her mouth from the Stella mold, and now she could speak normally.
    "Watch this!" The membrane vibrated when she spoke, and stretched with her breath. She readjusted a bit, then in the throat hole of the mask, lips appeared. A second later and a tongue was flitting around, which made the empty tongue sheathe bounce.
    "I was sticking my tongues out at you, haha!" She was having too much fun for you to be entirely disgusted with what you were seeing. With some wet slurping and a low moan of pleasure, Stella's face was back to normal. She used her finger to realign her gums like she was picking food out of her teeth.
    "Tadaa! What, aren't you happy to see me? Well, more like hear me, and see me as Stella." She looked at you expectantly, smiling.
    "I'm not sure what I just saw, but if all... This," You pointed up and down her body, "Can be fake, why should I believe it's Zoey based on a handful of words?"
    "Ugh, I'm pretty sealed in here, so it's not like I can just show you my face without messing up the mask. Quiz me."
    You thought for a moment, then asked: "What did we do on the one year anniversary of out first date?"
    "We walked around the mall while you tortured me with wireless, vibrating panties. You made that old lady at the candle shop worried when you cranked it to ten while I was buying a... I wanna say... Something-blossom candle? That sounds right. Then you made me scream the whole ride home, and when we finally got there, I made you try them and you didn't last two minutes. We were so impressed that we cancelled our dinner reservation, went back to the sex shop, bought a second pair and vibed each other all night while watching horror movies. Believe me now?"
    You turned a little redder thinking back on that. It was a cherry blossom candle, for some reason that detail always stuck in your head. You looked up at Zoey's eyes, set in Stella's face, and she smiled at you.
    "Hi, Zoey."
    "Hi, Ash."
    She fell forward onto you and your lips met. The familiar movements came back quickly, and soon your reunion kiss felt as natural as it ever had, except for the occasional feeling of Stella's lips sliding free of Zoey's, and the strap on between your pelvis'. Without pulling away, She produced the key to your cuffs and freed your hands. The instant you could feel them again they were perusing Stella's figure. You gripped her hard to make sure Zoey felt your touch through her new skin. One of her gloved hands took a hold of your manhood and guided it to her silicone lined cavity. She leaned back, and soon you were engulfed by what felt like a sex toy with a pulse. The inside didn't feel quite natural, but her movement and the fact that this was Zoey on top of you more than made up for it. Her toy bounced on your stomach with the rhythm of her movement, creating a steady drum beat. After a few minutes of gentle riding, she stopped.
    "This doesn't feel right."
    "What's wrong?" Was she having second thoughts?
    "I can't feel your dick that well through the sheathe in my pussy." You felt immediate relief.
    "Well, what can we do about it?"
    She shrugged: "This, I guess."
    She reached down her hand and slid your shaft out. Then she inserted four fingers into the silicone slit. Her brows furrowed as she tried to get a good grip through the lube and fluids down there. It looked like she was furiously fingering herself as deep as they would go. With a grunt of effort, she yanked hard. Stella's glistening mound stretched unnaturally, then,with a wet ripping and sucking sounds, it came lose. Zoey moaned as a 10 inch long, ribbed and textured mold came out from between her lips. She jiggled the sheathe around playfully, even laughing and licking it a little. You couldn't help but laugh as she toyed with Stella's fake, dripping box.
    "That should -mmph- do it." She made a noise as she reinserted your member. Now she felt real, like you were actually inside the woman trapped in false skin. There was a small click and the strapon fell away.
    "We'll get back to that in a minute."
She grinded her pelvis back and forth in long, slow strokes. She worked your entire length with her movements, from base to head. When you both started breathing faster, she started truly riding you. She bounced so hard that the headboard battered the wall. You remembered when the people in the apartment next door would bang on your wall because you were making too much noise on or tied to the bed. It's a good thing you lived in a house now, because you two were going at it. In a few minutes of passion you could feel the building urge to release. Zoey finished first, screaming into her shiny gloves as her body shook in waves of carnal satisfaction. Still breathing heavy, Stella leaned forward and pushed her breasts into your face.You could taste the sweat and latex, but you could also distinctly recognize a taste of a different kind of rubber. Stella's artificial exterior tasted like a sweet chemical, almost like antifreeze smells.
    "Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you with blue balls... Here." She reached down and barely pulled you out of herself. She pressed your tip into her hood above her clit. You gave her a confused look until, with a sound of stretching rubber, you cock slid between the inside of Stella's skin and the outside of Zoey's. Looking down, you could see the distended silicone of the skinsuit tightly hugging your shaft against Zoey's shaved mound. She drew a sharp breath of surprise before smiling at you.
    She leaned back and seductively traced her hands down from her neck, around her chest, and down her breasts. She paused to pinch and pull her nipples until they stretched unnaturally. She let them go with a painful 'snap' that made Zoey jump a little, then moan. Her hands continued down her stomach until the tips of her finger prodded at "her" skin that wrapped around your head. You tensed a muscle and watched as your cock strained against the fleshy prison. Taking the hint, Zoey took you in her hand, through the skin, and began jerking you off. The air trapped between her flesh and Stella's form made wet, kinky sounds as her moist skinsuit massaged your shaft. In just a few minutes of noisy and vigorous pumping, you were about to finish. You groaned and she purred as your hot semen filled the gap that separated the two women that simultaneously rode you. She tortured you like she always did by continuing to stroke you after you were finished. She laughed as you squirmed beneath her. After a minute or two, she spoke.
    "Come on, let's clean up." She stood up and the skin begrudgingly released your member with one last slurping sound.
    "Wait," you grabbed Stella's arm and felt it slide a little on Zoey's skin underneath.
    "It must be super sweaty under there, under Stella..." The thought turned you on. Zoey trapped in the hot, dripping skin of your maid: the maid that needed proper discipline.
    "It is, but don't worry, I'm cool enough to use this." She had re-donned the strap on.
    "Heh, okay, but first, why are you here? And how did I not know you were..." You trailed off as something clicked in your head.
    "Go on, Ashley" With Stella's mouth, you heard your maid's voice, but the kind and caring tone was all Zoey.
    "You took over three weeks ago, didn't you. That's why your cleaning has been-"
    "Shitty?"
    "I was going to say 'different'. How did you get rid of her?"
    "I paid her three week's worth in cash to drop you as a client without informing you. Then I had a skinsuit commissioned from the SFX place around the corner from your firm." She was smiling, clearly impressed with herself.
    "How did you get her measurements, her curves, so... Perfect?!" You were stunned at the craftsmanship of "Stella".
    "You know her curves pretty well, huh?" You blushed. "That's okay, I think she's a sexy little thing, too. That's why I chose the maid over my original idea of showing up as the mailwoman. I was going to reveal myself my first week as Stella, but the last two times I got here, you were headed out the door to important meetings. I didn't want to get in the way of work."
    Zoey's downtrodden expression showed on Stella's face. She fell forward onto you.
    "And then when you were unhappy with my cleaning, and I felt like I was pissing you off, but I knew if I was patient, this would all work out!" She gave you a bubbly kiss on the cheek.
    "Don't worry, it was definitely worth it. This is the craziest, coolest thing I've ever seen." You tugged at the mask and it made a small sucking sound as it released Zoey's cheek. "I'll just have to make sure they send someone different next time. I wouldn't want Stella to stumble upon her own skin in a drawer." You both laughed at the idea of accidentally emotionally scarring this woman. Zoey sighed.
    "Alright, now turn the fuck over and put that cute ass in the air, or I'll show your bosses and clients your after-hour hobbies, Mr. Jones."
    Stella was back, and she was pissed. You got into position, and she yanked your hands into place, handcuffing them again. She pulled a bottle of lube out of the bin and applied it to the toy around your hole. Then, with little warning, she pressed a finger into your ass.
    "Ooh, shit-ow!" She spanked you for hard.
    "Shut the fuck up!" She giggled at her own snappy response. The unique sound of latex gloves coating a sex toy with lube stopped when you felt it press against your puckered hole. With barely any effort, the shaft slid into you. You muttered a 'fuck' under your breath, then a yelp when she thrust into you as punishment.
    "Mr. Jones, you can either take it quietly, or I can punish you again, your call." She was not playing around.
    Slowly, she a built a rhythm. The toy was sliding with ease, so she pressed deep. Your toes curled as your rectum stretched for the plastic invader. "Stella" was working fast, and soon you two were shaking the bed again. Her rhythmic pounding started to bring you both to the point of orgasm.
    "Take it, take it Mr. Jones or I'll ruin you," She hissed in your ear, "This is your punishment for all those times you stared at my ass, or thought about tying me up with BDSM-bullshit.Fuck you, take it..." She trailed off into low moans and grunts as you bit the pillow. She was battering you prostate on each thrust and you were about to come. Your girlfriend you loved, disguised as your maid, was reaming your asshole for being a dirty pervert, and you were loving it.
    "Come on, come on, ahh, Mr. Jones, oh Mr. Jones!" She cried out as pleasure washed over her. You grunted as you emptied yourself in pulses all over the bed spread. Your leg muscles gave out and you fell forward, lying down in your own mess. Zoey, who had draped herself across your back, came with you with an 'oof". You laughed together at the ridiculous situation.
    "That was nice..." She trailed off in the afterglow. You both lay their, enjoying the old, familiar sensation of your bodies touching, even if hers was new.
You both realized how nice a hot shower would be as the cold air chilled your sweaty skin. She pushed herself off your back with sticky sounds. She started the shower as you peeled yourself off the used bedding. Once the water had warmed up, the two of you stood under the water, enjoying an embrace for some time before actually cleaning yourselves off. Zoey pulled the latex dress fully off of Stella's body and cleaned the pocket that had filled with your jizz. You looked over "Stella's" curves, and thought again about tying her to something and doing as you pleased to her. You imagined fucking her silly and stopping only for a moment to gag her once she got too loud. Instead, you stepped toward her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. She noticed your growing erection and dropped to her knees.
    "Sorry to deceive you Mr. Jones, I hope this will make up for it..." She gently lifted your length and sucked tenderly on your sack. In a moment she moved her rubber lips to your tip, and sucked your head into her mouth. Slowly, she engulfed your whole cock down her throat, then released. Stella's face looked up at you, but it was Zoey's tear-filled eyes that you were staring at. The woman you loved was back, and more mischievous and sexually depraved than before.
    She reached behind her head as you were starting to get into it. You heard the faint sound of a zipper over the cacophony of water on marble. Through the hazy steam, Stella's features shifted a little bit. With one hand gripping the open seam on the back of her neck, she reached her other gloved hand around the base of your manhood. She took you fully into her mouth and throat, then she wrapped her little finger around Stella's stretched lips, sealing them around the base of your cock. When she pulled her head back, her rubber lips stayed where they were pinned, pulling the oral sheath of Stella out of Zoey's mouth. It engulfed the entire length of your shaft, so she closed the rest of her fingers around the fleshy sheath and started to jerk you off with it. When the tip of you rod slipped through the throat hole in the mask, Zoey's lips gave it a warm home. The sensation as incredible, even if the stretching of Stella's face was surreal to look at. You were being jerked off by your love, but she was using a rubber replica of your maids mouth as a sex toy, while wearing the skinsuit it was built into. This was insane, and in a few minutes you were about to finish.
    "Uff, I'm gonna cum!" At your warning, Zoey let go with her other hand and the strained mask made a noisy, sucking sound as it released her head. Between seeing Zoey's cute face and the feeling of the rubber mouth jerking you off, you climaxed. Zoey's face was sprayed with water and semen, and she was loving it, laughing as you coated her real face in your seed. With one last stroke, Zoey pulled the mask off of your cock, wiping it clean. She slowly stood up and stared at your panting frame as you leaned against the shower wall. Stella's face lay deflated across her cleavage.
    "So after I clean up, I'm gonna put this mask back on. Then we're going to watch our highlight reel off your pervy littleSD card until you're ready to really abuse Stella. Cool?" You nodded as Zoey wiped your love off her face.
    "Hey," You stopped to catch your breath, "I thought you said the mask was hard to remove. Another deception?"
    "Yeah, I just wasn't ready to show you 'Zoey' yet. The buildup made it better, right?"
    "Oh yeah, fuck yeah."
    Once she finished cleaning herself, you leaned in and kissed her. You were so focused on her lips that you didn't feel your fingers trace over a second, barely noticeable zipper seam on the back of Zoey's neck.

To be continued?... Yes, eventually.