Janine was sitting at her
desk, typing away at some invoices, when she heard the front door open.
She looked up to see her friend, Louise, walking across the empty garage
towards her.
"Hi, Louise.
How's the temp work doing?"
"Not bad, although after
temping here, any job isn't bad," Louise smiled to take the sting from her
words.
Janine smiled back, knowing
that Louise really didn't mean the taunt. She
and Louise had become good friends since that day they left together after the
debacle with Louise filling in for Janine temporarily.
"You up for lunch?"
Louise asked.
The redhead shook her head.
"Sorry, Louise, I can't. The
guys are expecting an important call, and I can't leave the desk right
now."
"When are they coming
back?"
Janine checked her watch.
"Should be within a couple of hours or so...unless they got
kidnapped again."
Louise came around behind
Janine's chair, and started massaging the secretary's shoulders.
"We don't have to leave, then, we could eat lunch right here."
Sighing with pleasure, Janine
closed her eyes, and dropped her chin to her chest.
She remembered the last massage Louise had given her, back at Louise's
apartment, and what it led to after that. She
grinned at the memory.
"And what are you
smiling about, Melnitz?" Louise's voice purred into her ear.
"I was thinking that if
you're trying to seduce me into bed...," she opened her eyes and looked up
at Louise, "...it's working."
The temp worker had a sly
grin on her face. "We could
roll around in Egon's bed for a while; give him something to think about at
night. Whattaya say?"
Janine gave it some thought. Louise knew that Janine was sweet on the lanky physicist, and
offered to help in any way she could. But
for now, all thoughts of Egon were pushed to the back of her mind.
She reached up, and pulled Louise's head down for a quick kiss.
"Nice thought, but if
Ray accidentally walked in on us, he'd be embarrassed out of his socks."
Janine thought for a second. "How
about the lab, instead?"
Smiling, Louise took Janine's
hand and pulled her to her feet. Louise
led her up the stairs to the third floor, and into Egon's lab.
Shutting the door, she turned to face the secretary.
"Now, where were
we?" Louise said, cupping Janine's face in her hands and leaning in for
another kiss.
The brunette's lips were soft
against hers, and those skilled hands were already plucking at Janine's
clothing. Janine imitated her
actions, and opened her mouth to let Louise's tongue slip inside.
They tasted each other for a
time, neither of them striving for dominance, but dancing with each other, back
and forth, each of them taking and giving ground.
They sucked on each other's lips when tongues became too elusive to
catch. Breathless, they finally
broke apart for a moment.
Louise smiled, and pulled
Janine's blouse up and off, tossing it aside.
Fingers dived to the front closure of Janine's bra, and unfastened it,
letting her breasts swing free. With
an approving glance, Louise slid her palms down Janine's hips, pushing off the
skirt and panties in one smooth motion. All
that remained were Janine's heels.
"Leave them on,"
she said, as Janine attempted to shuck them off, "it makes you looked
wicked."
"Louise!"
"Well, it does, and
that's not necessarily a bad thing." She
appraised Janine's form. "I
like the way your body looks; thin, but not bony.
And just the right amount of flesh to hold."
As if to demonstrate, Louise
reached out, and grasped a handful of creamy breast.
She weighed it in her hand for a second, before bending to take the
nipple into her mouth. Janine
moaned, and stroked the back of Louise's head.
Encouraged, Louise reached down and squeezed a plump buttock, raking her
painted nails against the crack and making Janine jump.
"Liked that, didja?"
Louise mumbled around the nipple, and repeated the action, feeling Janine shiver
in her arms. "Let's see what
else you like..."
"You know very well what
I like," Janine growled at her, "and you'd better show me some skin,
too!"
"Bossy, aren't we?"
Louise teased, stepping back and unbuttoning her blouse.
Janine stepped in to help, but Louise slapped her hands away.
"Let me do it myself, Melnitz, I just want you to watch."
Janine bit her lip as the
petite woman slowly stripped the clothing from her own body, touching herself as
she went. Just as Louise raised a
foot to remove her shoe, Janine stopped her.
"Leave them on,"
she said, with a wicked grin.
"Minx," Louise
wagged a finger at her. Janine
trapped it between her lips, sucking and licking at the tip.
Louise's eyes lit up with pleasure.
"Ooooo, that's nice," she cooed.
Leaving Janine to lavish
attention on her finger, the brunette reached down with her other hand, and ran
her fingers through the stiff curls of Janine's bush, playing gently with the
hairs. Janine groaned and shifted
her stance, giving Louise better access to her mound.
The diminutive woman rubbed
her fingers between the outer lips, seeking permission to enter.
The fingers teased and danced, giving Janine shivers of wet delight.
In response, Janine lifted her leg, and hooked her heel over the bottom
rung of a lab stool, opening herself up even more.
Louise smiled around the
nipple she was working on, and delved her fingers into Janine's damp slit.
She gently massaged around the sensitive clitoris, making the redhead
twitch and moan loudly.
"We'd better get you
lying down," Louise mused, "or you'll end up falling down."
She indicated the lab table. "Hop
up there, and I'll give you the 'full treatment,'" she laughed.
Before she did, Janine pulled
a lab coat off of a hook on the back of the door, and spread it on the table
first. Louise helped her up onto
the table, and Janine lay back indolently on the lab coat.
"A feast for the
eyes," Louise sighed, running her hands over Janine's skin.
"And now, to partake of the feast..."
Janine's thighs were spread
wide, and Louise's mouth dipped down to taste the secretary's damp well.
She spread the red-furred lips apart with her fingers, her tongue running
up and down the flushed, pink slit.
Janine moaned heatedly while
running her fingers through Louise's brown tresses.
Each time Louise touched a sensitive area with her tongue, Janine's
breath caught, and she gripped her friend's hair painfully.
Louise didn't seem to mind, as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the
redhead's clit repeatedly.
By now, Janine was reduced to
a quivering bundle of oversensitized nerves, and she needed a distraction. "Come up here, Louise," she pleaded.
"I want to taste you, too!"
The brunette was more than
happy to comply. Gingerly
straddling the slim body underneath her, Louise scooted into position over
Janine's mouth, and proffered herself to Janine's questing tongue.
A happy ripple of pleasure coursed through Louise as Janine found the
brunette's inner sanctum of delight, and devoured her, greedily.
It became a contest of sorts,
each one trying to outdo the other, just to see who was going to orgasm first. Tongues, mouths and teeth were put to good use in nibbling,
licking, and sucking on tender flesh. But
when Janine raked her nails over Louise's firm ass, nearly drawing blood, the
temp worker lost the battle. With a
shuddering cry, Louise ground down upon Janine's eager mouth, riding through
each wave of pleasure that ripped through her.
With a sigh, Louise finally
collapsed onto Janine, letting the soft body underneath her support her weight
for a moment. So that Janine didn't
feel left out, she stroked the secretary's wet cunt with a fingertip, just to
let her know that she wasn't finished.
Suddenly, a sparkle came to
Louise's eyes, as he reached over into Egon's toolbox.
Withdrawing a thick handled screwdriver, she ran her fingers over it a
second, and rubbed the hard plastic handle into Janine's wetness.
"Look, Janine, it's
Egon's tool," she said, hearing Janine chuckle at the innuendo.
"Would you like to get screwed by Egon's tool?"
"Boy, would I!"
Janine giggled, and slid her eyes shut as Louise pushed the handle of the
screwdriver slowly inside her vagina. The
thick handle filled her, and Louise started a rhythm between the screwdriver,
and her tongue on Janine's clit.
It was all over in a few
minutes after that. Janine screamed
so loudly, that Louise thought it would shatter the windows of the lab. Well, it seemed that way, anyway. Louise climbed off of the lab table, while Janine caught her
breath. She wiped off the handle of
the screwdriver, and tossed it back into the toolbox.
"It's this lab, isn't
it?" Louise asked Janine, bending down to kiss her.
"It's his den, his private space.
The look of it is Egon, the clothes smell like Egon, he permeates the
entire room; and that's a big turn on for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Janine
said, wistfully, "it never hurts to pretend, sometimes."
The diminutive woman helped
Janine up off of the lab table, and used the lab coat to clean them both with.
Seeing no hamper nearby, she hung it back on the hook behind the door.
Janine giggled at the mental image of Egon's face when he discovered the
strange stains adorning the back of the lab coat.
"Who knows?" Louise
said, sure of what Janine was thinking just then, "maybe he will get some
ideas..."
They dressed, and went back
downstairs to grab a bite to eat from the kitchen.
As they were finishing their sandwiches, they heard the sound of Ecto-1
entering the garage.
"I'd better go,"
Louise said, finishing up her cup of coffee.
"Give me a buzz, sometime, we'll head for my place."
She leaned close to the secretary's ear. "I have lots of new toys to show you," she
whispered conspiratorially.
Janine giggled as Louise
waggled her eyebrows in a perfect imitation of Peter, and headed down the
staircase. Soon, Peter's voice drifted up from the first floor, saying,
"Louise! A pleasure, as
always. Are you free tomorrow
night?"
"Sorry, Peter, I'm
scrubbing my kitchen floor. How
about a rain check?" came Louise's easy reply.
"At this rate, New York
will be having a monsoon when Peter cashes in all those rain checks!" Ray
piped in.
"Die, Stantz,"
Peter replied. When the garage door
closed, Peter said, "Yeah, she likes me, all right."
Janine sighed happily.
A pleasant lunch, a pleasant afternoon spent with a friend, and
hopefully, a pleasant evening at home dreaming romantic dreams about love and
sex in a lab.