My Coworker Kim

As always, thanks to my editorpamelacdnzfor reviewing this. Apologies for the delay in publishing this next chapter, life has gotten in the way for both of us.

Somehow, the series ordering has gotten all messed up and no matter what I try I can't fix it. I even tried deleting the old series and creating a new one, and it still seems wrong. The correct reading order for this series, as of the publishing of this story, is as follows:

* The Christmas Party

* The Sex Club

* Sharing Kim

* The Morning After

* Kim's Night Alone

* The Wedding

Please review and comment, I'm open to suggestions. I already have the next few chapters in various stages of draft so keep an eye out.

Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 1

When Kim got married, Ruby and I were invited to the wedding where I spent the wedding night with Kim and her new husband, Ben, fucking her senseless then making love to her the next day. While at the wedding, I was propositioned by her best friend and maid of honour, Stacey. Stacey was an absolute smoke-show who modelled lingerie and swimwear, while also acting as a sales rep for many of the same brands she modelled for. Ruby had said she would not look out of place in a Victoria's Secret catalogue. And she was not wrong.

Kim had tried on various occasions to set us up. She knew I had a thing for her best friend, but she was just not interested. But by the time of the wedding, Stacey had realised I was not, to put it in her words, "just a creepy old dude trying to work my way through her friends." And Kim's description of her wedding night and how thoroughly she was satisfied, cemented the idea that Stacey would like to get me into bed soon after the wedding.

I recalled a conversation with Kim just before she left on her honeymoon.

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"Stacey prefers one-night stands, it's just easier with her job. She travels a lot and finds normal relationships just don't survive. But she does have a select group of about 3 to 5 guys she can call on if she wants something more. Like a plus-one to a party or work event, someone to take her on a fancy dinner date, or to a concert or something. Or just a good solid fucking where she doesn't need to risk dud sex with some rando from a sleazy bar."

"You remember she asked about my wedding night at breakfast the day after? I've also been filling her in on our weekends away. She likes it rough, just like I do. So, those two things are sure to help you at least get her into bed. Maybe even make her select group of guys."

"Just don't tell her I've told you about that."

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So here I was, sitting at a café a week after Kim's wedding waiting for Stacey to show up. I was sitting at an outdoor table, watching people come and go. Stacey entered wearing a very short denim skirt, white strapless top and low tan heels. Her legs, combined with the heels and short skirt, seemed to go on forever. The heads of a group of "gym bros" all snapped her way when she walked in and tracked her every move. No doubt wondering what lucky guy she was here to see.

Stacey found me and made a bee-line my way. I stood up as she approached, she held her arms out for a hug, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even without the heels, she was a good few inches taller than me. With the heels, she had to bend a rather significant amount to reach me. I was comfortable enough in my own skin for this not to be a problem, and I guessed from the fact she was here for me, she didn't either. I caught the gym bros incredulous faces as I sat down. Bet they weren't expecting her to be seeing a middle-aged guy with a dad bod. I also noticed a distinct jiggle from under Stacey's top as she sat, indicating there was no bra underneath.

Stacey saw where I was looking. "You are a fucking perv aren't you?" She grinned at me.

But she bounced in the seat as she adjusted it. I'm sure she didn't need to, and the grin on her face combined with her nipples now poking through the top pretty much confirmed it.

I went to the counter to order drinks and something to eat. While in line, I saw one of the gym bros make his way to Stacey who was playing with her phone. He said something to her, and she replied. I didn't hear what she said, but he rapidly retreated with his tail between his legs. I smiled, still not believing a guy like me could pull a stunner like Stacey. Or any of the other women now in my life.

But Stacey was an honest-to-god lingerie and swimsuit model. She paid the bills as a sales rep for the companies she models for. But it was her face and body on the marketing materials. And she was here, with me.

I returned to the table and asked Stacey what he said. She said he recognised her from her socials and was wondering if she wanted to sit with a real man. Stacey smirked and said she had replied saying a real man doesn't try to steal another's woman when they're on a date and maybe once he matured and his balls dropped, she might reconsider.

We laughed and started talking about recent events -- mostly Kim's wedding and how they might be going on their honeymoon. The coffees arrived, along with the slice of carrot cake I had ordered.

I was stacking the deck in my favour, hoping to earn a few brownie points towards getting her into bed. I knew from her socials she loved the carrot cake here. It was also the reason I chose this particular café, she had mentioned in various posts how much she loved this place.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot the second plate and fork; I'll just grab it for you." the waiter said.

"Don't worry, we can share." Stacey said, staring at me. I had a feeling she meant share more than just cake.

"How did you know?" Stacey asked.

"Know what?" I asked, trying to play it dumb.

"This is my favourite cafe, and the carrot cake here is the best I've had. If you want to score points towards getting me into bed, this is the way to do it. Did Kim tell you?"

"She didn't actually, but like gym bro over there, I also stalk your socials." I replied, taking another slice of cake, "Unlike gym bro, however, I pay attention to more than just the lingerie and bikini shots."

"Well, if that isn't worth some brownie points." she mused to herself. Then louder, "So, you pay attention to the lingerie and bikini shots too?"

"I mean, I am a creepy old perv, and you are stunning." I joked; she smiled. We continued chatting and picking at the carrot cake till it was gone and the coffee was cold.

"So how many of my photos have you cum to then?" Stacey asked as casually as if she was asking about the weather. I choked on the last of my coffee and Stacey laughed, getting the attention of the gym bros while I struggled for breath.

"I refuse to answer that on the grounds it may incriminate me!" I responded, still struggling to breathe.

"Sooo, youhavecum to some of my photos then?" she accused. I blushed, feeling the heat burn my cheeks. I had rubbed more than a few loads out to her over the years.

"Is there any way I can get out of this without coming off creepier than I already am?" I asked.

"You could offer me another coffee." She suggested, then in a conspiratorial whisper, "Wanna do something naughty?"

I wondered what she could mean. "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

"Another slice of carrot cake!" She said, excitedly. I guess as much as she loved carrot cake, she had to keep that amazing figure in check, so this certainly counted as naughty.

"Naughty girl!" I whispered, her smile widened and eyes glowed. "I'll be back."

As I came back, Stacey stood and said she needed the toilet. I sat down, and after a few minutes gym bro came over.

"Hey mate, how the hell did you pull her?" He asked, leaning on the back of Stacey's chair. "You know she's a lingerie model, right?"

"Oh, I know. I follow all her socials." I replied as I saw Stacey returning from the restrooms.

"So, how did you do it? How did you get her?" At that moment Stacey was right behind him.

"Oh, that's easy." Stacey said, Gym bro's eyes bulging as he stood bolt upright, spinning to face her. Clearly not expecting her to be there. "He's fucking my best friend. Let's just say she is not left wanting and usually can't walk straight the next day."

Stacey looked at me and bit her lip. "So, I am going to try it for myself."

She turned back to gym-bro. "Now if you don't mind, you're blocking my seat."

Gym bro looked between Stacey and I, trying to figure out if she was pulling his leg.

"She's not wrong. She was maid of honour at her best friend's wedding last weekend and I spent the night with the bride and groom in the bridal suite, fucking her friend senseless alongside her new husband. And you're still blocking the ladies' seat" I said.

Gym bro's brain was struggling to find words. Stacey motioned to her seat he was still blocking. He moved to allow Stacey to sit and then made his way back to his table. There was some animated discussion, and I figured he was relaying the conversation. Whatever, it made me feel like I was 10 foot tall.

"Well, you'rewaycloser to getting lucky than that group of dipshits over there." She joked, indicating the gym bros.

"They're nice to look at but fuck me are guys like that dumb." She joked. We continued talking and eating the second slice of carrot cake. The thrill of using the fork after it had been in Stacey's mouth was surprisingly erotic.

We ended up having a lot more in common than either of us thought. Something that surprised me was she was a huge Anime nerd and liked to dress up in cosplay and attend conventions, competing in cosplay competitions and whatnot. But she had to stop going as the number of times she was groped, fondled, propositioned and just treated like a sex object got too much and she no longer felt comfortable going by herself, but none of her friends were into that scene to go with her. I offered my services to act as a chaperone any time she wanted, which seemed to earn me more points in her eyes.

Like Nat, Stacey trained in MMA. Her gym followed the IMMAF belt system, like karate, to indicate skill and competence levels. Her coaches had told her she should compete to gain formal recognition, as the belts offered in her gym were not recognised everywhere. But she didn't want to take the risk of cuts, bruises or other injuries that could impact her modelling. Well, any more than she already got in training at higher levels. She was at brown belt, and training hard for her black belt assessment next month. Kim had taken me to one of her training sessions and I was just stunned. She dominated everybody who came against her, her speed and control were just breathtaking. I made a mental note to never, ever piss her off. Although, if I ever did it would be over in a heartbeat.

She talked about how brutal the training will be to get ready for her assessment as she had missed quite a bit with her recent travelling.

What I couldn't reconcile was how Stacey, who destroyed everybody in the ring with ease and grace, was so self-conscious and nervous at a convention in cosplay. I guessed I had to be female to truly understand the pressures and expectations and left it there. At least for now.

Sometime later her phone rang.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry. I thought I'd put that on silent, I always have it on silent while I'm on dates." She reached into her handbag and pulled out the phone. "Oh!" she exclaimed, turning the phone to face me. It was Kim calling. I nodded to indicate she should answer.

"Hey Kim, how's the honeymoon going? Uh huh. Oh really! Oh wow, that sounds fun..." Usual single-sided conversation. I tuned out and watched the people passing by.

"Oh, we're still here." I started paying attention again.

Stacey was looking at me. "No, you got the time right, we've just been talking all this time. Yeah, I guess we just lost track of time."

Another pause, then "Oh yeah, if he keeps this up, no doubt." I raised an eyebrow at her, Stacey winked and smiled seductively at me.

"OK, I'll tell him. Love you too babe. Work on that rugburn!" she hung up. "Kim says to tell you she loves & misses you and wishes you were there with them."

I smiled, which seemed to brighten Stacey's mood.

"Thank you, I miss her already." I said, choking up a bit.

"You really are totally in love with her, aren't you?" Stacey asked gently.

A lump formed in my throat, making it hard to speak. "I am." I managed to squeak out. Stacey smiled at me, she could read men like a book it seems.

"That is one of the reasons I am giving you a chance. You're not just some guy who's afraid to show emotions because emotions are 'weak'. And the fact you treat my best friend like an absolute goddess." Stacey stopped and smirked, "Well, outside the bedroom at any rate! I have had a wonderful time, much better than I thought I would. I am honestly now wishing I had done this sooner."

I swallowed, recovering the ability to speak.

"I've been having a good time too. Although I also wish we had done this sooner." I replied.

Stacey grinned, "I bet. I have a proposition for you." Stacey said suddenly serious. Oh boy, my heart started racing causing blood to start flowing somewhere I would rather it didn't right now.

"I'm going to give you two options. You get to choose one, and only one."

Ok, this was not what I was expecting. She looked around to see if we could be overheard, but we were far enough away from everybody else.

"Option A. We go back to my place now for some Netflix and chill. Nothing too intense but I'll blow your mind, among other things." Her eyes flicked down then back up.

"In the morning, you leave and that is that. One time thing, you don't get me again."

"OK, what's Option B?" I ask.

"Option B is, you escort me back to my place now and you get a kiss and some quick groping on the doorstep." She paused and looked into my eyes.

"I'm guessing there is more to Option B given A was so much more involved." I said.

"Very good, you're already smarter than half the guys I've offered this to. Not that it's a large number anyway, I very rarely offer this." She smiled encouragingly, "They hear that and instantly jump for A. OK, the rest of Option B is sometime soon we go on a dinner date. I'll set it up, you just show up. If that date goes well, we go back to my place and we spend the night seeing if you can get me to scream your name and make me use my safe word." Her eyes were positively glowing as she described this option, her chest slightly flushed.

"Holy shit." I muttered.

"But if the date doesn't go well, you get nothing but the kiss and quick grope from today." She clarified. "And a free dinner, I guess."

"So," I said, "Option A is the girlfriend experience, Option B starts out as the girlfriend experience but ends up with the pornstar experience?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"But only if the date goes well?"

"Yep."

I pondered; I knew what she was offering with Option B. But if I fucked up the date, well. I'd never forgive myself.

"Fuck it, I think we get along well enough to go with Option B." I answered.

Stacey sighed, "Oh good. I was hoping you'd say that."

That stroked my ego and caused a stirring in my pants.

She licked her lips. "I have genuinely had a good time, and you would have to seriously fuck up the date to not get me into bed after it."

"Damn Stacey, you sure know how to stroke a guys ego."

"I know how to stroke more than just his ego." she whispered, staring at me with deep grey eyes. Fuck me, even the cheapest porno didn't have story lines this cheesy. My heart skipped a few beats.

"Well, I'm going to take that chance and go with that option."

"Final decision?" Stacey asked.

"Oh yes, I want to hear you scream my name and see if we can find those limits." I said, her eyes sparkling as she chewed her lower lip.

"Only two guys have pushed me that far. Let's see how you do, although based off what Kim has told me you two get up to, I'm sure you'll have me screaming your name and using my safe word."

Chapter 2

I paid the bill and we left, her arm in mine. Gym bros had left some time ago much to my disappointment. Having them see me leave with Stacey would have been incredibly satisfying. Stacey lived a short walk from the cafe, but she diverted via the local park.

"God, I am so fucking wet right now." Stacey said. She looked down at me, "Any chance you could help a girl out? If you could just rub my pussy till I cum, I would appreciate it." she pleaded, her eyes burning with desire.

I decided to see if I could play with her a bit, but the thought of getting my hand between her thighs was incredibly tempting.

"Oh Stacey, I would love to. But Option B said groping and kissing only. Not fingering your needy little pussy." I teased.

Stacey pouted and moaned "Please!"

"Sorry, I am a man of my word." I chided.

Stacey stamped her foot, crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at me in a fine attempt at imitating an indignant toddler.

"Ohhh, I am so going to make you use that fucking safe word." I said to her in a firm tone, making that desire in her eyes burn all the hotter.

"OK, fuck it." Stacey said, rubbing her thighs together. "I haven't been laid in months."

I stared at her. "You're kidding?"

She cast a withering look my way.

"I've been travelling and working nonstop; I haven't even had the time or energy to pickup at a bar."

I did wonder why she hadn't called on one of the half dozen men she kept for just such an occasion, but I wasn't supposed to know about them, so kept my mouth shut. Stacey could walk into any bar, point at a guy and have him follow her anywhere. I guessed she was picky when it came to letting guys into her bed. Not as though that was a bad thing, either.

"So, the only thing between my legs has been my fingers and my hairbrush..." Stacey continued. Blowing my small male mind.

"Wow, OK that's a mental image that will be hard to shake." I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.

Stacey continued, "How about this then. Even if the date goes badly, we can still spend the night fucking each other's brains out, if you make me cum now."

Honestly, I wanted nothing more right now than to hear and feel her cum on my fingers, and with the promise of being able to fuck Stacey regardless of how the date went, I caved. I am but a simple man after all. But then, an even better idea popped into my head. Not sure which brain it came from, but I could take a pretty good guess.

"OK, counteroffer." I said, seeing Stacey's need burning in her eyes. "We go back to your place now and I bury my face in that pussy, eat it till you cum, and I take my chances on the date."

It took all of half a second for her to respond, "Deal."

I heard her mutter under her breath to herself, "You are so fucking going in my little black book."

I might have tinnitus, but my depraved brain doesn't miss shit like that.

She grabbed my hand and led us towards her unit, walking fast enough with her impossibly long legs, legs that were soon to be wrapped around my head, that I had to almost jog to keep up.

We got to her building, and she impatiently tapped her foot as we waited for the lift. I took a chance and put my hand on her lower back. She stiffened and then settled back into it. I started making small circles with my hand as the lift stopped at various floors, going up and then starting back down. Just as she was getting used to the circular movements, I moved my hand lower and cupped her firm, round ass giving it a good squeeze. A guttural moan escaped from deep in her chest. I swear I almost came hearing it, it was filled with so much lust and desire.

The lift doors opened and she dragged me in, jabbing at her floor followed by mashing the close door button. She was in a hurry to get her pussy eaten, and I was just happy to be along for the ride. As the doors closed, I replaced my hand on her ass and massaged it as the lift started its agonizingly slow journey. I usually hated slow lifts, but today this lift could not move slow enough. I moved my hand lower, pushing below the bottom of the short denim skirt and on to the smooth, cool bare skin of the back of her thighs. She drew in a breath as my hand started slowly working up and under the skirt. Just before we reached her floor, my hand cupped her bare ass and I squeezed it again. Stacey looked down at me and licked her lips, her eyes glowing with need.