Chapter 10: Weaver of Wiles

Michelle scrolled through her social media accounts with one hand while the other held the one strap of her backpack that she kept slung over her shoulder as she made her way down the hallway. She only worked part time, but that was still more than long enough to be exhausted with call after call about billing concerns and account errors.

Every step she took away from her desk she put those things further and further behind her, leaving them where they belonged. They would all still be there when she came back for her next shift, but she tried to not let those feelings linger. She had much better, and much more fun things to keep on her mind.

Lost in the digital world, the hallways of the office building surrounding her barely even existed. She was more than adept at navigating the people moving this way and that without glancing up for even a moment. She never came close to bumping into anyone, and her thumb glided across her screen protector with barely any pause at all as she moved from one task to the next.

Awesome, looks like Euterpe’s new single is going to drop tomorrow. That should make B pretty happy… Michelle carefully sidestepped someone who came around a corner too quickly, tapping the button for the elevator with the hand she used to hold her bag. Ooo… Guess it’s the right time of year for celebs showing off swimsuits… That’s always fun.

I really should get a new one, not even sure the one I wore last year will fit…

After she was caught up on the latest news she cared to hear, Michelle opened up her messages and pulled up a conversation she’d been having with one of her friends.

Belinda.

[Hey, M. Have you heard from C?]

Michelle glanced up from her phone long enough to smile at one of her coworkers already in the elevator before she stepped in, turned around, and was able to frown knowing it wouldn’t be misinterpreted as she moved her thumb to respond. [Hey B! Nope! I just got off the phones over here but she never replied to the last message I sent her way, either. Do you know if we’re still on for this weekend?]

[Probably not.] Belinda’s response was quick, but the follow up took a fair bit longer. Michelle watched her screen patiently, humming a quiet, cute little tune to the bubble indicating that Belinda was typing away on her side. It gave her some way to keep her mind occupied as she waited for the elevator to hit the bottom floor without missing Belinda’s next message. [You know C. Like I told you yesterday, she struck out with Elizabeth and it looks like she’s blowing me off today. I’ll let you know if I get ahold of her.]

C can be such a flake. Michelle smiled playfully, her thumb moving in lazy circles just above the screen as she worked her mind through the rest of the perfect reply. After a moment or two of that she finished her thought before pressing send. [She’s lucky you’ve had a crush on her oblivious ass since you were like what… five?]

[Otherwise you’d probably call her out on it one of these days.]

The elevator dinged as it hit the ground floor, and the first thing anyone watching saw as the elevator opened was her beaming, proud expression before she stepped her way out and made her way outside. It was bright without being too bright, and warm without being stifling. A perfect day.

My shift didn’t go too poorly—all things considered—and the rest of my day is looking good! I almost wish my car was further away… walking in weather like this is nice! She giggled as she made her way towards the parking garage where her car was stored away. What should I have for lunch…? Don’t know what I’ll be having tonight, and breakfast was just cereal so my options are pretty wide open…

Anyone who caught a glance at Michelle as she walked by would be impressed with the way she’d styled her mid-length dark brown hair to look like permanent sexy bedhead in a way that didn’t look like it took an hour to get right every morning. No one would call her tall, but no one would call her short either. Similarly she was slender, but not too slender, curvy, but not too curvy. From her tight ass wrapped up in a business-casual skirt to the handfuls of breasts hidden away beneath her professional button-up blouse, there was some reason for everyone to find her attractive without thinking of her as too beautiful.

Her blue eyes continued to sparkle with amusement as she glanced back to her phone after making her way across the street. If this walk was a little longer then I could pretend it counted as exercise… but that’s not so bad. I’ll probably just be having a salad, maybe with a bit of chicken in there. It’s not like I need to burn off every calorie I can to maintain my girlish figure.

When Belinda responded, it started with an angry face emoji.

Michelle tried to stop herself from laughing too loudly.

[And you’ll never tell her about that crush if you know what’s good for you!] Michelle snickered, her giggles louder and louder when the following message was nothing besides five angry faces. The next, longer and full of text, arrived so quickly it was almost hard to believe Belinda was capable of forming a message so quickly on her phone. [You better watch your back today, M! You’ve made a powerful enemy. You never know who I might have watching you.]

Michelle smirked.

Belinda followed up her message with an emoji of staring eyes.

[Ha ha.] Michelle rolled her eyes, but resisted the urge to do so in the form of an emoji. Taunting Belinda too much probably wasn’t a good idea, even if casually antagonizing her was something else entirely. [Hope you hear from your girl Crush soon.]

The parking garage was darker than the city outside, even filled with so many lights to keep it from being oppressively dark in anything but the sunniest of days. Rows of cars filled the well-maintained garage.It was on the expensive side for parking in the city, but there was no other way she could reliably have parking when she needed it. Working for her company meant Michelle got a discount and it was less waiting around than public transit. Ignoring the elevator this time, Michelle took her time walking up floor after floor.

Her shift ended just enough past when most people took their lunch break to mean the structure was eerily vacant. Even climbing three stories she hadn’t spotted anyone else at all.

She hadn’t expected to see anyone else, much less anyone she cared about talking with, so Michelle let herself be distracted by just how amused she was by her own playful jab of capitalizing the ‘c’ in crush.

Who even got us all to start using the first letters of our names in texts, anyway? I’m going to bet it was Belinda. She’s the one with the strict parents. Not that either of us are bad influences or anything… Michelle tapped out of her conversation to check if she’d gotten any email and found nothing. Maybe it was Claire? Her moms can be a little nosey but they mean well.

I’d put up with a lot of violations of my privacy if it meant having Sophia around. That’s probably different for Claire, though… Soph is her mom.

Belinda hadn’t responded when Michelle’s car was in sight, so before she needed to start fumbling with hey keys Michelle sent off one final.

[Going to be responsible and not use my phone till I’m done driving. Message you later if anything fun happens! If C blows you off maybe you should spend the night with Elizabeth! Make her a tiny bit jealous!]

[Bye for now!]

With a quick tap to the power button the screen of her phone turned a solid black. Michelle tucked it away in her purse, imagining Belinda finally thinking up a good quip only to know Michelle wouldn’t see it for at least ten minutes. Belinda is a good friend, but that only makes it more fun to tease her… especially about crushing on a girl like Claire.

As she approached her car, Michelle’s stomach growled. She rested a hand over her belly, shook her head, and then proceeded forward. At least I’m only hungry and not worried about Claire… I know Belinda is way more concerned than she’s letting on.

Not that she should be—this is just another example of her doing a very “Claire Thing” and probably getting away with it because Belinda doesn’t want to make her crush upset…

I’d be a bit harsher about it, but I think she’s been better recently… maybe?

Michelle thought about when Claire’s luck turned sour with Sasha, Patricia, and Marisa. Belinda might have heard from her first, but Michelle distinctly remembered a two-to-three day gap before Claire was anything but quiet and withdrawn. It had only been one day with Sasha.

She’s probably just embarrassed. Knowing Elizabeth there’s no way that she was rude about it or anything like that. but there’s no way being rejected doesn’t ache for at least a little while… and Claire is a bit of a sensitive girl. Michelle pulled out her keys, holding up the fob to unlock the doors. Nothing. She frowned, fumbling with her keyring. It would be great if I could help her develop an interest in Belinda, but I think B would count that as an assassination worthy offense. I don’t know why she doesn’t want to get laid, but here we are…

I’d hate to get her upset with me because I tried to help—

“A-ah!” Michelle tensed when from nowhere she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. It was a soft touch, and perhaps that softness was why it felt so dramatic. Not at all lingering while also not nearly firm enough to be a sensation easily forgotten or minimized, something about the way the person’s lone finger pressed against her shoulder made Michelle quiver as she turned to see who was behind her.

Not expecting to encounter anyone meant that she expected to notice if someone was there, but she hadn’t. So completely unprepared for human interaction, her cheeks instantly turned red.

When she was turned around, the first new thing she saw were a pair of impressive breasts. At her average height, that meant that whoever she was staring at was tall enough to make Michelle face-to-breasts. The second thing Michelle noticed was the way something in the back of her knees was almost feeling as though it were twitching.

Nnn… that’s weird… Michelle fluttered her eyes. It’s almost like… my legs feel a little… weak…? Makes me almost want to sit down, to rest somewhere close and wait for it to go away, but I don’t need to worry about it much. Soon I’ll be able to sit down in my car, and I can wait a few minutes before I drive away.

It was a dizzying feeling, but somehow that feeling didn’t quite reach its way up to her head. Instead, it was centralized in her knee. Her leg tingled, and she felt uneven on her feet, but there was no sense of immediacy to it, no hazy feeling behind her eyes, just a feeling of being slightly off-balance. Michelle’s shoulder tingled, but that was easy to ignore when it was such a subtle feeling and everything else demanded so much more of her attention.

The tall woman standing in front of Michelle had hair that at the very top of her head was a deep, dark black and slowly turned into a deep, rich, sapphire-blue by the end of the braid that hung down past the front of her left shoulder. Her gray eyes watched Michelle from behind a pair of thick, black-framed glasses, and a cropped hoodie rose above her tight black pants just high enough to tease at showing her navel without quite giving anything away.

That’s a cute look, and she is pretty good looking, but unlike some of my friends I’m not a complete disaster. Michelle smiled, giving the woman a wave. I might be bi, but I have something neither Belinda nor Claire have ever wanted to attain.

A boyfriend.

The tall woman adjusted her glasses, returning Michelle’s polite smile. On further observation, Michelle noticed something else about the gray-eyed woman. She definitely looks like she could be in one of my classes. Totally around the right age to be a college student whether she’s taking classes or not, but not enough to be a graduate student. I don’t recognize her, but maybe we’re in the same lecture hall and I’d never have noticed.

“Hello there, sorry to bother you...” Her voice was soft, smooth, spoken low in a way that forced Michelle to strain to hear. When she did, focusing in close on the sound of her voice, it made something inside of her chest almost seem to flutter. Even a single word somehow felt special.

A whole sentence delivered so smoothly was enough to make Michelle shiver.

“My name is Alexis and—oh…! One moment…” Alexis leaned over Michelle, reaching slowly for her face. The weak feeling at the back of Michelle’s legs made it harder for Michelle’s body to tense up at all. The only thing easy to do was tremble in anticipation as Alexis’s hand drew closer and closer to actually touching her.

G-god damn, Michelle…! You’re quivering like you’re a horny teenager and she’s some famous actress or something… C-calm down, body… Michelle gasped as Alexis’s finger finally reached its mark, pushing along her skin just beside her eye. Michelle’s blues fluttered, her mouth twisting as she felt herself arching towards Alexis in a way that felt so natural. O-ohhh… Her skin is so… s-soft…

Warm too… really warm… almost… hot…

If she touched me too much I think I’d burn right up…

“Sorry about that…” Alexis moved her finger the slightest bit more, curling her finger around the strands of hair she’d carefully guided from Michelle’s eye. “I didn’t want your beautiful blue eyes to take a poke when I could prevent it. That would be unpleasant, and no one wants that.”

Oh I could go for a poke right about now… Michelle’s eyes hooded. Her hand is still on my face… She isn’t making bedroom eyes at me, but who touches someone’s face like that if they don’t want to fuck them?

Groaning internally, Michelle tried to take control of her quivering breathing. Of course this happens to me when I have a boyfriend. I should really be telling her to stop putting on all of the right moves, but… how often do I have a girl like this treating me like… this…?

It’s not like I’m kissing her, or sleeping with her…

Michelle blinked.

Probably should still tell her to stop if that’s the direction my mind is going already, but it’s hard to move my lips.

Alexis’s smile slowly spread further across her face. Her finger brushed another lock of Michelle’s hair back behind one of her ears, the very tip of her nail catching on Michelle’s ear and following the curve around to its base as Michelle quivered and her eyes hooded lower. “You see, I’m quite new to the area, but there are some things, and some people, I need to know more about, and you could really help me out. If you wouldn’t mind telling me some helpful things? I know that might sound odd, but it’s a matter of love…

“And I think we both agree…” The nail on her thumb slowly raked across the hanging lobule of Michelle’s ear. Something about the way it moved, the line it drew, the precise shape of Alexis’s nail itself, all of those factors exercised perfectly made Michelle’s breath catch in her throat and her eyes roll back into her head. “Love is the most important cause.”

Michelle found herself nodding before she had time to consider what Alexis was actually saying or what that meant for her.

I-it almost doesn’t feel like she’s touching my ear, it’s like… like she’s stroking my nerves, or… Alexis’s nail raked again, and Michelle gasped for air as her nipples both throbbed loudly at her chest. O-oohh… That was like…

H-how did I feel her nail teasing both of my nips at once… when her hand isn’t anywhere near my tits?!

Breathing already ragged, Michelle couldn’t make herself move. She couldn’t pull away. All she could do was plaintively whine with no idea if Alexis was even aware of what she was doing.

“It must seem so rude of me to dominate the conversation, but you don’t look like you’re having an easy time handling yourself, and an even harder time finding the right words to say. I would hate to make you feel awkward, so why don’t we just let me handle talking for the moment?” Alexis’s eyes hooded, and Michelle found herself caught as she watch the way the light glittered in her gray eyes.

Not a light blue, they’re really gray… the way they shine, the way they almost… shimmer… God, she’s so much more interesting, so much prettier than anything I can remember ever seeing…

When Alexis’s thumb grasped her chin and lifted her head up before drawing it down to nod, Michelle could only shiver.

Oh… her grasp is so… gentle but…

I don’t feel like I could pull free, or want to pull free, even if I wasn’t so… dizzy…

It was much harder to remember anything that might compare to Alexis’s eyes as that carefully shaped nail moved again. Michelle couldn’t help but whine, her eyes rolling back as she felt sucked in by the haze and pleasure the simple touch injected directly into her brain.

“I’m not even sure that you can speak right now, but don’t worry.” Alexis sighed. “What cannot be said?”

Alexis’s other hand set a single finger in the groove at the center of Michelle’s exposed collarbone. Though it barely moved, merely following the natural indent that invited her finger to rest, Michelle’s eyes widened as sensation moved out from the touch like rippling waves of feather-light touches that perfectly conformed to the way each part of her body would want to be touched as they radiated outward.

Lips grazed the edges of Michelle’s hidden nipples, tongues flicked at the tips, and nails grazed at the lower curves of her breasts. As the waves moved even lower, Michelle could feel a sensation not unlike fingertips teasing their way under her panties, and then a tongue moving gracefully along the dividing line of her slit before teasing its way under the hood of her clit.

Blue eyes fogged, losing more and more of their clarity as they turned glassy, their gaze far-off and distant.

Alexis pressed her finger in firmer at the crook of Michelle’s collar bone, and then began to direct the motion backwards in a widdershins motion instead of clockwise. Michelle’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as a sharp scream left her lips.

H-how does it feel… so… good?!

“Will be wept.”

“W-w-wept…?” Michelle echoed Alexis as best she could. She didn’t even know what she was asking, but she knew that whatever Alexis said it didn’t make any sense to her addled brain.

“Once again love drives me on…” Alexis ignored Michelle’s inquiry entirely. It was Impossible to know if she’d even been listening and found it irrelevant, or was too distracted herself. Moving closer, the very tip of Alexis’s nose brushed Michelle’s, and the hand once at Michelle’s ear moved to deftly grasp the keys from her hand. “The loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing…”

Beep!

Michelle would have jumped at the sudden, loud sound but she was barely capable of moving at all. What was that sound…? What’s… what’s going on…?

What am I doing letting her do this to me?

“…can be done.”

Michelle screamed as she felt herself shoved back. Instead of landing on her back, she found that she’d been just far enough back to fall across the back seat of her own car. What is she even talking about …? Sounds like she’s… it’s like she’s having some religious experience, but I… I need to catch my breath, need to—

“Shhh…” Alexis’s finger found Michelle’s lips. “Quiet those thoughts now, Michelle. They aren’t going to do you any good where you’re doing. Obedience will serve you far more.”

“Mmmuh…?” Michelle whimpered. Then she gasped as Alexis’s other hand moved, finding its way under her skirt. If a single of Alexis’s finely shaped nails grazing her ear made Michelle quiver, all five of them on a hand clawing their way up the inside of her thigh made Michelle groan and fall limp.

Her mind grew so much quieter in a single moment.

Alexis purred.

“Much better.” Fingers slid under Michelle’s panties just enough to tug them down to just around her knees. “There are a lot of things that I need you to tell me, but none of it is anything that you need to worry about. No one is expecting to hear from you for the next twelve hours, are they?”

Michelle tried to whimper, but the sound almost seemed to come out muffled.

“Hm… Oh.” Alexis laughed, her fingers resting on one of Michelle’s knees. They grasped tight, squeezing, and something about that grip made the liquefied goo that was Michelle’s mind solidify just enough for speaking and something approaching cognizance to be possible. “Who was that, Michelle?”

“Sh-shaun… B-boyfriend… Expecting to hear from meee…” Michelle whimpered. She tried to flutter her eyes as if to rise out of the heady feelings and awaken from this bizarre dream or simply to regain control of herself, but the more she fluttered and squirmed the more pitiful she felt. There was no sitting up, no lifting her limp hands, and definitely no raising her voice above the most pitiful of whimpers. “H-how do you know my name…?”

Alexis tsked, and squeezed Michelle’s knee again. As though Alexis’s grasp had been holding Michelle together, the sensation of her nails retracing their path up under Michelle’s skirt made all of those links, all of that illusion of firmness and solidity dissolve all over again.

Once again a limp puddle of a woman, Michelle could only moan and drool from both pairs of lips as Alexis’s fingers thrust deep inside of her with little preamble. “Don’t you worry about how I know your name, Michelle Clarke, or why I knew to find you here today. None of that is your concern. Wouldn’t you much rather cum all over the back seat of your car before giving me the password to unlock your phone so I can tell your boyfriend you’ll be busy tonight?”

U-unlock… my phone… Michelle’s face scrunched as her thighs parted wider, her hips rising to the melodic rhythm of Alexis’s fingers dancing their way in and out of her drenched pussy. She moaned, but so softly that the sound was barely audible even inside of the largely empty parking garage. Something about that… bad… wrong… shouldn’t…

“It seems you’re a little bit more stubborn than I gave you credit for, but that’s alright.” Alexis licked her lips. “I guess I was holding back. I wanted a tiny struggle.”

Struggle… Bad… Wrong…! A fingertip began to slowly graze just around Michelle’s clit, stroking slow, slowly tightening circles. Need… to fight… to get up… to make her sto—

A vibrating warmth grazed the very tip of Michelle’s pearl.

“Yessssssss!”

The intensity in her voice was like a scream even if her volume was barely loud enough for Alexis to hear inches away. Michelle wasn’t even any louder as she came, instead even quieter as she squeezed tightly around Alexis’s fingers deep inside of her.

“Now…” Alexis’s fingers slowly slid down along Michelle’s thigh, leaving a trail of lust on their path down to her knee. Once there, she again grasped just as tight, in that same precise way as before. “What’s the password to your phone? I saw you stash it in your purse. The quicker you tell me, the quicker I make you cum again. Only the first one is free.”

“It’s an ‘M’!” Michelle rasped out her answer as quickly as she could, her thighs shaking as her fingers twitched uselessly. “S-start at the bottom left… up to the top… down to the middle… th-then the upper right… bottom right… What are you doing to m—”

Alexis’s hand lifted from Michelle’s leg, and she quietly sighed with a slow shake of her head.

“Sorry, Michelle, speaking time for you is over, but I can make you cum one more time before you stop by my hotel room for a few hours so I can ask you every last little question I have! What do you think about that?” Nails quickly retraced their path, making Michelle quake and mewl as dramatically as she could with her force of will and all of her control over her own body so thoroughly blunted. “What’s that? Speak up! I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”

A pair of Alexis’s fingers quickly found their way back deep within Michelle.

She moaned, the pitch rising, but her volume remaining exactly the same.

“That’s too bad. If you were really loud I might have been tempted to give you more than one more, but as it is once I’m done you’ll need to be a patient little slut and wait for more. I’m sure you’ll manage to survive…” Alexis sneered, her eyes hooding low. “But it’ll be fun to listen to your pitiful mewling as I drive.”

Feels… so… good… feels… so… perfect…! Michelle whimpered. She couldn’t move her body to arch into Alexis’s touch, but she didn’t feel like she needed to either. Laying back and being filled, being rubbed, being fucked by a woman she’d only met long enough to learn her name felt like the best thing for her to do.

Her earlier mental protestations about having a boyfriend were long forgotten.

“Has anyone ever told you that the way you start trying to hold your breath when you’re about to cum is the most adorable thing they’ve ever seen?” Alexis quietly laughed. “Because if not, I’m pleased to correct the oversight. If they have… I’m more important to you now, anyway.

“Cum.”

Michelle quivered, struggling to suck in a sharp breath of air before her juices flowed out along Alexis’s long, slender fingers.

“Very good. You’re already following instructions. That’s going to make what I need to do a lot easier.” Alexis sucked her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking loud enough to make Michelle twitch and groan. “You taste divine, Michelle. Michelle…”

Alexis leaned down, slowly helping Michelle sit upright against the back seat. The dazed woman groaned, lost somewhere in her afterglow. She neither helped nor hindered, limp but not in a way that seemed to make it any more difficult for Alexis to make her comfortable before pulling the seatbelt to click soundly into place.

Reaching into her purse, Alexis pulled out Michelle’s phone and quickly moved her thumb in the shape indicated. “Why do so many girls use the first letter of their name…? That’s such a liability. Not very good infosec, Michelle. I’ll forgive you because you’re so cute, but you really should be more careful with your personal information. You never know who might be spying on you, or wanting to spy on you!”

Door shut, Alexis made her way around to slide into the driver’s seat. Scanning through Michelle’s messages, Alexis looked through her history with Belinda, frowned, and then tapped over to Shaun. After reading their exchange, she cleared her throat and began to gracefully drift her thumb over the surface of the phone.

[Hey babe! C is taking Elizabeth turning her down really hard so I’m going to be over with her today. To make sure she doesn’t keep thinking about how I have a boyfriend I’m going to turn my phone off and keep it stashed away. I really don’t want to rub our happiness in her face when she’s so down. Sorry! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!]

After littering another message with a smattering of emoji, Alexis rolled her eyes, mimed gagging, turned Michelle’s phone off before throwing it into the passenger’s side seat.

Adjusting the rear-view mirror, Alexis took a moment to watch and enjoy the ways that Michelle’s eyes fluttered and her whole body writhed. The seatbelt divided her breasts in a wonderful way to emphasize the shape of both breasts still hidden away in the flattering confines of her blouse.

Waiting for the engine of Michelle’s car to warm up, Alexis tossed on her own seatbelt, adjusted the mirror to be more useful for its intended purpose before she settled into place and then curled her fingers possessively around the steering wheel. “Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne…”

She paused, a brow raising and the corner of her lips quirking.

“Hmm… Brocaded throne…”

Michelle moaned, arching out as if to feel more of the voice that she could hear and had felt do such wonderful things to her before.

“Maybe I should get my hands on a hand-woven seat cover for a car, or at least something designed to look like it. Hey Michelle, do you think that would be appropriate, or heretical? I’m not sure myself so any input would be nice!” Alexis smiled, waiting for one of Michelle’s moans that sounded particularly like a response to her inquiry. “You’re right… I do have much better ways to spend my money. Something to worry about for another day when I don’t have a sexy little thing to interrogate.”