Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia smoothed her miniskirt down over her hips, smiling down at herself as she tugged her shirt slightly downward, showing just a hint of her bra before storming out of the copy room.

"Who is in charge of that stupid copier?!" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

She watched as a young man, Frank, a year or two older than her, a bit nerdy looking in his glasses, but still cute, started to answer, only to be silenced by the woman - Diane - standing beside his desk, chatting with him. She was around the same age, tall - taller than Alicia, who wasn’t exactly short herself – and beautiful. She was always dressed very business-like, hair up in a bun, clothes elegant but, in Alicia’s opinion, boring, yet Alicia could tell that she would be a knock-out if she’d just loosen up a bit.

That was, in fact, one of the reasons she was glad her boss was a woman. Alicia knew Diane had hated her from the moment she’d come in the door and taken the job as Dr. Jadin’s secretary. Had Dr. Jadin been a man, Diane may have been able to convince him to let her switch jobs with Alicia, using the feminine wiles she surely had. She was the one other woman in the office that, in Alicia’s opinion, was anywhere near as good looking as herself, and she knew that certain people would even prefer her. It almost made Alicia upset that, once she got Dr. Jadin to recommend her for a promotion, Diane would likely get what she wanted, too, but sometimes you just have to make sacrifices.

"He’s on his lunch break," Diane told Alicia, staring down at her condescendingly. "He’ll fix it when he gets back."

Alicia crossed her arms under her breasts, subtly pushing them up, letting them press up tighter against the neckline of her shirt, practically threatening to pop out at any minute. "Well, I’d like to go on my lunch break, too," she pouted, "but Dr. Jadin won’t let me until I get these stupid copies made!"

She could tell Diane had no sympathy for her, and she hadn’t expected any, but the man stood up, patting Diane’s arm. "I’m sure it will only take a second," he told her.

"You don’t have to do this," Diane told him, glaring over at Alicia.

"I know," he said, "but it wouldn’t be very nice of me to just leave her stranded here. I’m sure she’s hungry, aren’t you?"

"I could use a little something," she shrugged. "Now, are you coming, or not?"

Diane sighed. "Fine, go," she rolled her eyes.

Alicia flounced back into the copy room, smiling as she heard the door close behind her. "Now?" he asked.

"What?" She turned around, slipping out of her shirt. "Are you complaining?"

"She’s right outside," he reminded her, eyes darting back towards the door.

Alicia grinned at him, sliding her thong down and off her legs. "I can be quiet," she said, dropping them to the floor.

His nervous look evaporated as he reached back, clicking the lock on the door, then grabbed her, lifting her up and onto the copy machine as he fumbled with his belt.

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When she got back to her desk, there was a large box waiting for her. At first, she assumed it was for Dr. Jadin, but as she looked at the label, she saw it was addressed to her. Curiously, she got out her letter opener, slicing open the tape holding the plain brown cardboard closed. Inside sat several rows of what seemed to be regular, plastic water bottles. She picked one up, surprised to see the liquid inside had a bright blue tint to it. She picked up another, this one nearly glowing yellow, and a third was green.

None of them had any sort of label, and for a moment, she was confused, until she recalled the new job she signed up for that morning. As she stared down at the bottles, she couldn’t help but regret it, a little afraid that some of them might be radioactive, as brightly as they were colored.

"Oh, you got them!" Dr. Jadin chirped as she walked by the desk, carrying a pair of shopping bags.

"Yeah, I did," Alicia nodded uncertainly. "Are they... umm... safe?"

Dr. Jadin stopped in the doorway of her office, setting the bags down just inside. "What? Of course they are! You don’t think I’d let you try something dangerous, do you?"

"Well, no," Alicia answered quickly, holding up the green bottle. "They’re just a little... unsettling..."

"Are they? I’ll make sure to tell them that. Our researchers thought that it would appeal to children that way, but I thought maybe they’d gone too far... Not that I’m saying you’re a child, dear, but you’re much closer than anyone else on the development team."

"I guess a kid might like it..." Alicia stared at the liquid. "Maybe I’ll get used to it..."

"That’s the spirit!" Dr. Jadin exclaimed. "Have you tried it yet?"

Alicia shook her head. "I just got them a minute ago." Gamely, she unscrewed the top. She sniffed at it, but there was no odor, then, reminding herself she was doing this for Dr. Jadin’s sake, took a sip. It was rather sweet, and tasted almost like apple juice. And it was, she had to admit, really quite good. "Wow," she nodded. "Not bad."

Dr. Jadin smiled. "They’ll be glad to hear it. Now, come on into my office. I have a surprise for you."

"Yes, ma’am." Alicia got to her feet, following her boss into her office, closing the door behind her. She had to admit, she was a little nervous - she had no idea what kind of clothes Dr. Jadin would have picked out for her. It had been a while since she’d had anybody shopping for an outfit for her, and much longer since anyone had shopped for her underwear.

"Oh, it was so much fun picking out clothes for you," Dr. Jadin gushed, reaching into the bag. "It was hard, too, to settle on just one thing. There are so many cute outfits for people your age! But I think this is just darling, don’t you?"

Alicia stared at the thing Dr. Jadin had pulled out, forcing enthusiasm. "Yeah, it’s great..." It wasn’t terrible, exactly - it was a bright yellow sundress, held up with spaghetti straps, the neckline only a bit higher than that of her shirt, the skirt not quite long, coming to just above her knees, but longer than she normally wore skirts unless it was cold out. It really wouldn’t have been that bad, if it wasn’t for the huge bow, right in the middle of the chest, that only served to make the whole thing look, at least to Alicia, like something a pre-teen might wear to a school dance. Still, she supposed it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so she smiled as she took it and said, "Thank you."

"Oh, no need to thank me, dear," Dr. Jadin said. "Oh, and this goes over that," she handed Alicia a light, blue jacket, "and these go under it." She grinned as she took out a package of panties. "Aren’t they adorable? I just couldn’t resist!"

"So cute," she answered automatically as she took them, though as soon as she actually looked at them, she saw that those words didn’t even cover it. They were some cute little lacy numbers, not even something nice and plain. She expected some rather boring panties, certainly more substantial than her thong. What she got was something that looked like it belonged on a little girl. Each pair was a different color, a slight hint of lace at the top and leg holes. Each had little hearts polka-dotting their surface. Each had a picture of a different thing decorating the front. And each one had a day of the week embroidered over top of that picture.

"I knew you’d like them!" Dr. Jadin grinned. "We’re on the same wavelength, aren’t we? Well, how about I slip out for a minute, and I let you get changed?"

"That would be... great..." Alicia smiled weakly. Dr. Jadin left, closing the door behind her, and Alicia stared down at her new outfit with a groan. What had she agreed to? She had to do it now - Dr. Jadin had already bought them, and she didn’t think their relationship was strong enough yet to just refuse a gift like this. Sighing, she stripped out of her clothes, putting them into the empty shopping bag.

She knew it should feel odd to be naked in her boss’s office, but, to be honest, it wasn’t the first time. Dr. Jadin rarely left early, but she’d been sick one day, and she and Frank had snuck in and done some rather naughty things. This time, however, she felt just the opposite.

She sighed as she pulled open the package of panties, sorting through them to find the one for Monday, deciding she might as well do it right if she was going to do it. It was light blue, decorated with a smiling butterfly. They were cotton, and somewhat thick, and most definitely not sexy feeling. The rest of the outfit went on quickly, and before she knew it, she was standing in front of a gushing Dr. Jadin.

"Oh, that’s just wonderful on you!" she declared. "See, this is more like what a nice young lady like you should wear, don’t you agree?"

Alicia nodded stiffly. "Yeah. You know what would be fun? How about I go shopping with you next time? I mean, we don’t have to do it while we’re at work, we could do it after, but..."

"That would be great," Dr. Jadin smiled. "Now... Let’s see them."

"Let’s see... What?" Alicia’s eyebrows raised uncertainly. She followed Dr. Jadin’s gaze downward, then blushed. "R-Really?"

"I want to make sure they fit all right."

"They do," Alicia assured her. "I promise."

"It’s nice of you to say so," Dr. Jadin said, "but you’re a sweet girl, and I think you’d tell me that even if they didn’t, just to make me happy. And I want to make sure you’re really comfortable."

"I am! I’d tell you if I wasn’t, I..."

"Alicia!" Alicia looked up sharply at the tone - stern, matronly, and running out of patience. It was the first time she’d truly seen the woman as the mother figure she was pretending she was, and it was a tiny bit frightening, if just from the shock of it.

"Yes, ma’am," she replied weakly, lifting up the skirt of her dress, letting Dr. Jadin coo over how precious the panties looked on her, running her fingers around the leg holes to make sure they weren’t too tight. After a minute, she seemed satisfied, and sent her back out of the office with a handful of papers that needed copied.

Alicia hurried to the copy room, praying Frank and Diane had taken a long lunch, that they weren’t back yet. Frank didn’t seem to be at his desk, so she thought she might be lucky, but a few moments after she slipped into the room, she heard someone coming in after her.

"Back for more already?" he asked, bending over her and whispering in her ear.

"I’m just making copies this time," she told him. "I’m working."

"Oh, don’t be like that," he said, turning her around and kissing her. "Copies can take an awful long time to make... You know that."

"Frank, stop it." She pulled away from him, saw him looking down at her, eyebrows raising.

"What are you...?"

"Don’t ask," she sighed. "Just... Please, let me just do this..."

"Okay," he said gamely. "You just keep working..." She felt his hand moving down her leg, and then back up, under her skirt.

"Stop!" she demanded, stepping away, not wanting him to so much as feel the silly underthings she had on now. She almost felt as if their very presence was sapping her maturity, her sensuality.

Frank looked hurt for a moment, then snapped, "Fine," and left.

She couldn’t even look at him when she left the room, keeping her face down, cheeks burning red as she hurried back to her desk and sat down. She took a drink from the bottle nervously, only to find that it made her feel a bit calmer. She took another drink as she logged back onto her computer and began to work, feeling better with each sip. It couldn’t make her forget that she was dressed like some over-developed twelve year old, but she couldn’t deny that it did help, just a little.