She got out of the car. I watched her, being careful so she wouldn't notice. I
felt so guilty.

We had just arrived at work, in the parking lot. Katherine James happened to have
arrived at the same time I did. She was above me in the company but wasn't my
boss. She knew me a little, probably. But she couldn't know that I thought about
her constantly. And she would never know. I *couldn't* stand it if someone
knew--about my feelings. Lesbian feelings.

I wondered if... but I like men. Love men. There's nothing wrong with me but I do
get these feelings. I thought about her constantly. When I went to bed I'd
imagine her, imagine talking to her. She was always so cool, so... competent. And
beautiful. Not flashy.

She'd tell me what to do. In my fantasies she told me what she wanted and I did
it. Why did I have such fantasies? In real life, I got along fine with my
boyfriend. I had one for a while. Our sex life was fine and we didn't do weird
things. But I had these thoughts... Katherine telling me what to do. She stands
there, dressed as she is every day, a suit. I undress for her. She kisses me.

Oh, I wanted her so bad. I'd lie in bed for hours, wishing she would... I didn't
know what I wished. She'd never be interested in my perversions. I didn't *want*
her to have such interests. Well, I did *and* I didn't.

I was very careful. I glanced at her walking through the parking lot and noted
what she was wearing. I knew that suit, I knew all her clothes. I was very
careful so no one could notice me watching.

She was gone from the hall by the time I entered the building. Another woman,
Sarah, walked by. I used to dream about Sarah all the time but now I dream about
Katherine the most. Sarah was fantastic looking-- more so than Katherine.
Sometimes I thought of kneeling in front of her, nude, licking her. With a friend
of hers, Brenda watching. And Sarah would give me to Brenda.

But I was careful. I walked into my office. Pamela, my receptionist said Hi.
Deborah must have just arrived and was getting settled. I glanced at Deborah--she
was a temp and this was Friday of her first week. I didn't know what to make of
her; she did her work but she had a very unrevealing face and I wondered about
her attitude. She was nothing like Pamela who was always cheerful and helpful.
Pamela would do anything I asked.

I noticed Deborah's clothes. She was dressed differently--all week she had been
almost frumpy and today she had on a slightly sexy dress, almost too sexy for
work. It was a short little black dress that buttoned in the front. It showed off
her figure and flared a little at her hips. It would definitely fit in at a party
but really was barely in the bounds of decency for work.

I went on into my office and sat down. Those two thought I was so normal. I
didn't think much about Pamela but sometimes wondered what it would be like to
kiss her. She was so nice. But she looked up to me and it didn't feel right to
think about her: I always thought about others.

Deborah opened the door and came in with my coffee. She smiled briefly and I
smiled back but there was something about her smile that brought back my doubts
about her. She set the coffee down next to me. I was organizing my to-do list for
the day and looking over my calendar. I realized she hadn't moved away. I looked
up at her, "Yes?" The dress really was a little too revealing for work.

"Nothing," she replied. I couldn't help but notice her body, even if I was edgy
about her attitude. I wouldn't have realized how nice her figure was until she
wore this dress. I went back to work. She didn't leave, just stood there. She was
very close, just a foot away from me and it seemed like she was moving closer. It
was so weird, I didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter?" I asked, looking up at her again. Her body was so close. Her
dress revealed the shape of her breasts. The buttons were right in front of me.

"Nothing," she replied, but still didn't move an inch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Binding you."

"What?" Needless to say, I was confused. She was still so close. Her body was so
slender.

"Binding you to me. In a few moments, you won't be able to resist me."

I think my mind was spinning for a second, then I caught a grip on myself.  But I
felt panic. Did she think I was lesbian? How did she get that idea?  Binding?

Fortunately, I keep my poise rather well and wasn't sunk yet. My mind grasped for
the proper response. "Do you think I'm *attracted* to you?"  Yes, I used the
proper amount of suprise and shock.

She gave a slight giggle. She was still so close to me, her breasts just inches
from my face. The buttons... "Oh, don't think you can bluff your way out," she
said. She had this little smile on her face. "All everyone talks about around
here is your little lezzie crushes." She giggled again briefly.  I sat there,
frozen, thinking furiously. My heart was in my throat. One of her hands rose to
her chest and fingered one of the buttons. "Katherine James thinks your glances
are so cute." I stared. She fingered the button.  I still couldn't talk so I just
sat there. "She's... a lot like you." She unbuttoned the button. Her other hand
was on the back of my hair, softly caressing my head and the back of my neck. She
unbuttoned another button. I sat there, staring at the part of her breasts that
she had revealed--she wore no bra. Pamela had come in the room and was coming up
behind me. I couldn't get my breath. "You should hear the way Katherine wimpers
when I *fuck* her." She unbuttoned another button.  Behind me, Pamela snapped
handcuffs on my wrists.