"Cat got your tongue dear?"

 

"Maybe that's it." "Does a tongue slithering up and down your beautiful pussy lips get you off?"

 

"Or maybe this?"

 

Then one of her fingers lightly touched the object in her hands and the clit guard that Finley had placed on my pussy began to vibrate. "Oh my God!" I thought as I felt back to back, wave upon wave of light electric current stimulating my clit. In a knee jerk reaction my hands grasped the sides of the table sending my half finished Martini crashing to the floor.

 

"Don't worry dear." Hanna said. "Waiter another please."

 

"Let's try this again."

 

"I can sense by the way you carry yourself, that you're a woman who needs to be fucked and fucked well. Your body, the sway of your curvaceous hips. That look in your eyes of longing. The longing for a real woman to take control of the constant heat swelling up from between your legs. Am I too far off?"

 

"So tell me then, how do you quench that sexual thirst that aches within you?"

 

"How do you control all the sexuality that bubbles up like a cauldron within you? Or can you control them, those urges?"

 

Martina's questioning seemed like an inquisition. I was a little put off by it, yet intrigued by the provocativeness.

 

"How do you suppress them? Feelings like this."

 

All of a sudden the nipple shields on both my nipples began to softly vibrate. "Oh My God!" I thought. I had to get them to stop or else I was going to start having uncontrollable orgasms right there in the middle of the restaurant. But how could I without taking my hands and grabbing my own tits?

 

I then raised both my arms and crossed them over my chest, which seemed to quell the vibrations just enough for me to remain composed, but I was just barely holding on.

 

Hanna leaned over, reached under the tablecloth and put her strong yet delicate hand on my upper thigh and squeezed just enough for me to realize, she too knew how to control. I was being tagged teamed between the two of them, but not physically, just psychologically.

 

My eyes met the blue pools of her blue eyes. I noticed for the first time how they were framed with luscious, black eye lashes. So thick that she could have easily gone out without wearing mascara. She looked intensely into my eyes and I could see her primal lust emanating from within her. Hanna with her worldly mannerisms and charm, was still a woman, deep and feline.

 

I was melting, things were going fast, too fast perhaps. Was I getting in way over my head? Where was Finley? How could she put me in such a predicament? The only thing keeping me from falling was the strength in Hanna's eyes. The strength they exuded was comforting and just enough to keep me poised and protected from Martina's irresistible advances.

 

Hanna glanced over at Martina and the vibrations stopped. I took a deep breath and began to relax.

 

The truth welled up in my throat, and the support in Hanna's eyes made it easier for me to speak. After all, it was impossible that they didn't already know; they just wanted to hear me admit it.

 

"I guess I'm the Firm's Plaything," I said with a breathless little laugh. It was hard as hell to talk when I was so close to coming.

 

Martina's voice lowered. "The whole office? Tell us about that."

 

I colored. "No. Not yet. Just for Finley, Joan and Lauren."

 

Martina and Hanna exchanged a glance.

 

"How long have you been working there?"

 

"Almost a month," I said.

 

Martina switched off the remote and leaned back. I sulked a little and squirmed, trying to get the apparatus in my panties to finish the job.

 

"You were right, Hanna," Martina said. She thoughtfully tapped her lower lip with her thumb. "I've half a mind to teach Finley a lesson."

 

Hanna turned over one of my hands and caressed the sensitive skin of my inner wrist.

 

"Just because we can't keep her doesn't mean we can't play with her." She said while dropping a hand to my knee. "Chloe, would you like to cum now?"

 

"I couldn't....I.."

 

"You can and you will." Martina tapped the remote, and the vibrator kicked into high gear. My belly tightened, and each time I inhaled, my breasts rose up.

 

Martina slipped a hand under the table and placed it high up on my thigh , above my stocking. She moved my dress back as confidently as if she'd touched me a million times before, and she squeezed me hard enough to get my attention.

 

"Cum for me, Chloe," she said .

 

Her finger plucked at the tight garter strap, and it snapped against my skin with a sizzling kiss. Hanna squeezed my other thigh, and I had the impression of being held open for these women to take their pleasure. They had all the control and I had none.