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Standing, she was nearly 5'4", with an hourglass figure with soft curves against otherwise toned muscles that accented her narrow waist and wide hips. She played field hockey and intramural soccer, and she kept in shape. They'd first met at the gym, and it was clear they were both into taking care of themselves. At 38-26-36, she was Arthur's ideal of feminine beauty, and her large D-cup breasts looked good on her, though she often went out of her way to keep them hidden.

She was wearing gym clothes at the moment; a baggy black scoop-neck t-shirt hung off one shoulder but otherwise covered her sports bra and toned body. The black leggings she wore to match it clung to her long legs like a second skin and made her ass look nice and round. He couldn't see it at the moment since she was sitting on it, but he could remember it just fine. He'd seen her in clothes like these a hundred times.

"Just finished a workout?" Arthur asked.

"No, I-" She started, then stopped, and then tried to laugh it off. "I was headed to the gym downstairs, then I saw you come in here, and I figured I should grab some lunch."

Arthur smiled. In other words, she'd chosen to delay her workout and potentially throw off her schedule so that she could spend a few minutes having lunch with him. He appreciated the gesture, though it made that twinge of guilt flare. Selene was okay with him keeping his date or said she was, anyway. Would Kelly be okay with his relationship with Selene? Fat chance in hell.

"Well, welcome to lunch." Arthur smirked. "I've been looking forward to Friday, myself. Are you still good for dinner and some bowling?"

"Of course." Kelly started but then looked embarrassed for a moment and shook her head. "Actually, I was wondering if you might be interested in seeing a movie instead."

"Oh, sure." Arthur shrugged. "Dinner and a movie?"

"Yeah." Kelly nodded. "And uh... would you be interested in maybe, cooking dinner together?"

"Uh... sure." Arthur shrugged. He was an okay cook. He wasn't going to win any awards or fool anyone into thinking he was working as a gourmet, but he was reasonably confident he could cook with her without looking like an idiot.

"My roommate is going away for the weekend, so we could do it at my place?" Kelly suggested.

"Sure. And I'll see what's playing at the Regal so we can get our tickets. Anything you want to see in particular?" Arthur asked.

"No." Kelly shrugged. "We can always just watch whatever's on Netflix or Disney Plus."

"Sure." Arthur said, a little disappointed. He'd been hoping to see the new Marvel movie, but that wasn't exactly a good date night movie anyway. Later, it would occur to him that what Kelly was suggesting was infinitely better.

Arthur's phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. By the time he'd finished his food, he and Kelly had moved on from talking about their Friday night plans to their shared frustration with a stringent Professor they shared in different classes. It wasn't until after lunch, when he was on his way back to work, that he rechecked his phone.

Slut: Scenario 2 - you and I are just hanging out, not playing, maybe watching a movie, or playing video games, until you lose control, take me, and have your way with me. Then you tie me up and use me as a fuck toy for the rest of the day, using me whenever you need to cum.

Arthur would have felt a twinge of guilt if an entirely different twinge hadn't overridden it. He read the following message.

Slut: 3 - Being blindfolded, tied up, and left there, with the vibrator on, forced to cum again and again, for hours, not knowing when you'll be back.

Arthur bit his lip and put the phone away as he made it back into the office. He wasn't sure how he would make it through until next Saturday. Maybe that was why he volunteered to go and pick an outfit for her tonight. There was nothing saying a session had to last all night. Perhaps she would be in the mood to play a little, he could give her what she wanted, and she could give him a release.

The thought of Kelly in her workout clothes flashed through his mind as the office door closed behind him. He wasn't sure what to do, but for a moment, he pictured it was Kelly on her knees blowing him under the table this morning instead of Selene, and he nearly had to excuse himself. Instead, he thanked his lucky stars that no one could see the bulge in his pants so long as he stayed behind his desk, and he did his best to get to work.

It was not a very productive shift for him. He kept picturing Selene and Kelly, first one, then the other, and finally both at the same time, under his desk, doing everything they could to make him pop. By the time the end of his shift rolled around, he had to take a few deep breaths and spend a few minutes thinking about Professor Dunbar in a speedo before he was ready to stand up without drawing any attention.