The Ex-Girlfriend

[Bill525]

Shane was sitting as his desk as he watched Debi walk in. He sighed, seeing her step in as he leaned back in his chair. He felt his eyes moving over her, his mind racing about the situation he found himself in. His ex, the woman he knew was trouble, was again apart of his life. Not only apart of his life, but also becoming a friend with his fiance.

He gave her a smile, "It was not a problem at all to help Debi...... I am glad you are in a place and getting settled," he said as he watched her step forward, her fingertips on the desk. He sighed, hearing her talk about her being in the wedding. It was not a situation he was happy with, but Meghan was excited about it, so he nodded. "Well, I want Meghan to be happy...." he admitted.

As she got to the point, Shane sighed. "You need it right now? For what?," he asked a bit concerned. He saw her seductive, manipulative icy blue eyes staring at him. He shook his head, "I want to help you Debi, but you can't just throw that at me last minute," he admitted as he watched her tell him that Meghan will be here any minute. He nodded, "I know she will, she is going to get you fit for the dress..... but what does that have to do with four-thousand dollars?"

 

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"You need it right now? For what? I want to help you Debi, but you can't just throw that at me last minute."

"It's just that, you know now that I'm getting to know Meghan and just how sweet she is," she said softly, bowing her head shamefully. "I'm feeling a lot of guilt for what we've done." She tugged gently at the hem of her sweater, just enough to give a hint of shape to the small lumps of her chest as she inhaled shakily, as if to cry. Then she peered down at him, eyes narrowing. "You had sex with me on that couch right behind me," she reminded him, her breathy voice just above a whisper. Then hey eyes shifted down to his groin. "I sucked your cock right there in that very chair."

 

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Shane sat in his chair, listening to Debi as she bowed her head. He sigh, hearing her talk about how she is getting to know Meghan and he could see the guilt on her face. He shook his head, trying not to fall into her web. He had been in a relationship with Debi, and while she hold some control, he knew the games she would play to mess with him.

He watched as she pulled on her sweater, he saw the shape of her small breasts as he heard her inhale, hearing her about to cry. "Debi..... don't cry....... I am glad you are finding out how sweet Meghan is, but why does that mean you need the money right this second?"

He watched her eyes narrow as she reminded him of the infidelity they both did right here in his office. He sighed, "Debi...... I know we did those things and they have been eating me alive inside...." he said as he gave her a look. "I have been trying my hardest to help you out....... but...." he stammered, unsure how to tell her that he needed her to stop teasing him. As she stood there, his eyes followed hers, as the memories of her mouth around his cock while he was in the chair ran through his mind. Then memories of how much stress she relieved by fucking him on the couch. He gasped, his head spinning as he felt both the guilt of what he had done, and the desire to have it happen again fill his mind. He was in her web alright, and Shane was unsure if he could get himself out of this situation.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Debi ... don't cry," he begged. He would never learn. It was too easy. "I am glad you are finding out how sweet Meghan is, but why does that mean you need the money right this second?"

"Shane, you have everything. I have nothing," she sniffled. "And you promised," she chided him, voice quiet, face sullen. She let him stew for a moment, watched him squirm like a caterpillar drowning in a puddle. She could almost see the steam venting from the tight collar of his shirt and tie. "The sooner I can pay off my sister would take a huge weight off my shoulders," she offered.

 

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Shane sat there, looking at Debi as she cried in front of him. He felt bad, but at the same time, was a bit on edge around Debi lately. he watched her face turn sullen and heard her voice go quiet as she spoke to him.

"Shane, you have everything. I have nothing....... And you promised...."
He sighed as she spoke to him. His eyes moved over her as he shook his head. "I did promise, and I did not say you would not be getting it...." he began as she talked about paying off her sister. He shook his head, "Debi.... I want to help you....... but coming into my office and asking for that much money....."
Shane looked at her, shaking his head. "I want to help you get in a good position........ just, Meghan will notice that much money missing and wonder where it is going to...." he said softly.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"I want to help you get in a good position ... just, Meghan will notice that much money missing and wonder where it is going to."

Shane just kept shaking his head in disdain. He was showing a bit of actual backbone and she wondered if Meghan really did give him that confidence or if he was just more afraid of his fiancée than he was of his ex. Debi clenched her jaw for a moment as she thought about mentioning what Meghan might think of her spilling the beans of their fling on the couch. Ultimately, she decided that Shane was more valuable to her engaged and thought better of bluffing.

"Shane?" asked Meghan as she poked her head into the office. "Oh, there you are," she brightened up as she saw Debi standing there. Shane had just been saved. Debi paused to sigh and let the energy she had built up dissipate. Then shutting her eyes for a moment, she tilted her head back and let the wetness of the fake tears subside. As Meghan approached the desk next to her, she opened them, turned and gave her a warm greeting smile.

"Hey," said Debi. "Was just here reminding Shane that we were leaving soon."

"Yes, have you had lunch yet?" Meghan asked her.

"No.," Debi shook her head.

"Great, then we'll go eat first," Meghan smiled. Then she walked around behind Shane's desk, leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Nice to see you, hon," she told him. Then she gave his cheek a peck. "Thanks again. See you tonight."

"Aww, you two are so cute together," Debi gushed, her smile warm but her eyes fixed connivingly on Shane's. Meghan was oblivious.

"Are we ready?" Meghan stood up and asked her.

"Yeah, let's go," said Debi, and the two girls left the office.

"I'm so glad you're doing this," Meghan smiled across the table at her after the server took their orders. They were in a trendy little diner with retro décor. "My bridesmaids are dropping like flies," she continued. "First Chelsea, then Rachel. We were all in college together. They're both super smart and traveling the world and I'm just a nurse."

"Nursing is very noble," Debi granted. Meghan demured, blushed even. Debi was scoring points.

Brunch arrived. Debi had the benny with bacon while Meghan had the avocado toast. They had to be at the fitting with the seamstress at three. When Meghan picked up the bill, Debi feigned an argument but inwardly didn't mind a free meal.

At the bridal shop, the dresses were lavender. Debi was fitted and measured in the sleeveless scoop piece. The bust was sequined and the waist was cinched with a white sash tied at the hip. Meghan showed her the design that she had picked from the book, an illusion sweetheart piece (obviously white), and told her that it would have a lavender sash to match the bridesmaids. She also had a tiara and veil.

The seamstress measured Debi up as 34-24-36. Debi tried on the dress and she did some minor pinnings and took some notes while they admired her in the mirror.

"You have such a nice figure," Meghan glowed.

"Aww, these hips," Debi smirked. "This ass gets a little bigger every year. You don't seem to have that problem," she winked. Indeed if Debi was petite, Meghan was tiny, slender and athletic. The seamstress took a picture of Debi for her file.

Afterwards, Meghan got a text from Liz asking to meet for dinner so she took Debi to meet up. Since they had had a later lunch, tapas was perfect. Liz was big-boned and had a bright face surrounded by crazy dark curls. She was social and when she greeted them both with immediate energetic hugs, Debi knew that she was a ringleader of sorts. Liz ordered a pitcher of sangria.

"You two can share that. I have to drive," Meghan explained. "I'll just have an iced tea."

"Live a little. It's great," Debi coaxed.

"I've had sangria before," Meghan blushed.

"Just one glass, no biggie," Liz jumped in.

"Peer pressure," Debi winked.

"Oh, maybe one glass," Meghan caved and the pitcher was brought.

"So ..." Debi broached the subject, leveling her gaze upon the bride-to-be. "You need a stagette," she grinned.

"Stagette?" Meghan blushed.

"A bachelorette party. Yes!" Liz chimed in, her eyes sparkling with the idea. "I told you."

"Oh, I don't want to go to a strip club or anything," Meghan shook her head, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her excitement.

"It doesn't have to be a strip club," said Liz.

"But it could be," grinned Debi.

"We'll just get all dressed in shiny clothes and go to some busy meat market and have a girls night out dancing," said Liz.

"I don't want to meet men," Meghan shook her head again, this time quite resolutely.

"You don't have to," explained Liz. "Just watch the rest of us flirt," she winked.

"You think?" Meghan crinkled her nose. Her blush was back, as if the attention of her friends had the spotlight on her for once and she was basking in it.

"We'll get all your best friends and we'll take you to dinner, get you hammered on sangria, and then take you out dancing," said Debi.

"You deserve it," said Liz. "Cheers!" The three of them raised their glasses in a toast. It was settled. All that they needed were the details. Debi could come up with those.

 

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After Debi left with his fiance, Shane sighed and leaned back at his desk. He knew Debi always held a power over him when they dated back in college. He also knew that he has made a few mistakes since she has popped back into his life. He shook his head, he had agreed to help her out and give her some money, but Shane was starting to feel like Debi may be trying to take advantage. The fact that Meghan has gotten so close with Debi, worried Shane. His fiance was a truly great person, and he loved her big heart. However, part of him wondered if he let Debi in and she was finding a place back within his life. One that he had hoped to be free from her. He sighed, hoping that his worries were just that, worries. Maybe Debi had changed, and this new friendship with Meghan would help her grow as an individual.

After work finished, Shane met a friend out for a drink. They chatted about the upcoming wedding, and Shane enjoyed the relaxation of not stressing about the wedding plans for one day. He then headed home, needing some down time to relax. He was watching some sports, sipping on a beer as he wondered what time Meghan would be back from dinner with the girls.

Meghan got home later then usual, and as she walked up to him, Shane smiled. "How did it go babe?," he asked as she leaned in and gave him a kiss. Debi began to go on about how much fun it was, and Shane gave her a look. "Babe, were you drinking?," he asked

Meghan immediately got defensive, and Shane stood up. "Babe, you are definitely buzzed, you shouldn't have drove. Why didn't you call me for a ride?" Meghan looked at Shane and sighed, "its not a big deal, I just had a few drinks Shane, don't overreact." Shane shook his head, "I am not overreacting babe, you just need to be safe...... I am sure Liz and Debi were drinking too, I could have picked everyone up."

The two began to argue. Shane worried about his fiance and not understanding how she didn't think of asking him to come get her. Meghan upset, feeling that her soon to be husband was not trusting her. As the argument grew, Meghan ended up storming upstairs, slamming the bedroom door. Shane sighed, not wanting to fight with his fiance, but he was worried about her.

As she was in the bedroom, Meghan pulled her phone out, "Shane was upset I drove after drinking........ he just can't let me have any fun," she typed and sent to Debi.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Shane was upset I drove after drinking........ he just can't let me have any fun

Debi grinned slyly at the message as she read it. All the dots in the message told her that she actually was a little tipsy. The corruption of Shane's princess had started. She typed out a response.

You weren't drunk. You only had a little. That's how it is with men can't live with them can't live without them : P Don't worry we'll have our fun together ; )

A couple of minutes later Meghan responded.

Lol

Debi played it cool for another week or so. She had to catch Shane off guard. His mind had to be elsewhere. Loosening the screws that she had pressed into him would give him the perfect false sense of security.

"Hey Debi."

Debi looked up from her desk. It was Amy - the other one that she was corrupting. By the way that she had approached rather timidly, Debi could tell that something was the matter.

"Everything all right?"

"Can we talk?" Amy asked.

"Of course," said Debi as she leaned back in her chair.

"Like alone?"

When the chubby girl's eyes glossed over, Debi stood up quickly and ushered her to the ladies' room.

"It's all right, hon. Talk to me," Debi told her.

"I think I might be pregnant," Amy sniffed.

"Aww, sweetie," Debi consoled her as she pulled her into a hug. She let her cry on her shoulder for a minute.

"I'm sorry," Amy sobbed.

"Don't be sorry."

"I'm just emotional."

"That's understandable," Debi soothed her. "Are you sure? Have you tested?"

"Not yet."

"How late are you?"

"Five, six days."

"Do you want me to get you a test?" Debi offered.

"You'd do that?"

"Of course," said Debi. It would be an opportunity to leave work for a bit and get outside at least. She gave Amy another tender sisterly squeeze. "Craig?" she asked softly. Amy tensed up and buried her face further into her shoulder. "Someone else?"

"Probably Craig," Amy said finally.

"You've been sleeping around a bit?" Debi asked, relishing the influence that she had on her. Thinking it over for a moment, she decided that she hadn't turned Amy into a skank, she had merely brought the skanky side out of her.

"Well just one other," Amy admitted. Debi lifted Amy's chin and looked into her wet eyes.

"Told you you'd be popular with the boys," she smiled warmly and knuckled a tear from her cheek. Amy chuckled nervously. "Listen. You might not be pregnant. I can go get you a test. I can be back within an hour, okay?"

"Okay," Amy nodded.

"You ever taken a test before?"

"No."

"It's quick. It's easy. It's painless," Debi explained. "Done it many times," she confessed. "I have a past. Don't judge."

"I won't."

"Just don't go to the bathroom, okay?" Debi instructed. "Save up your pee for the test."

Debi went back to her desk and grabbed her purse and jacket. Then she leaned in through Shane's office door.

"Gotta step out for a bit. Be half an hour," she told him. Not waiting for his approval, Debi just left and hurried out.

The weather was cooler and overcast. It had been such a hot summer. She lit up a smoke and as she walked, Debi's mind started scheming. Amy would have gotten knocked up three or so weeks previously. It was mid-August. That meant that Shane and Meghan's wedding was less than two months away. It also meant that it had been a little over a month since Debi and Shane had had sex in his office. The math provided good timing. The pregnancy tests came two in a pack but she bought two packs anyways.

Out of the drug store, she stopped for a slice of pizza and, not about to pass up an opportunity to kill a little extra time in the work day, took a few minutes to relax and eat it. Then just two doors down from the pizza place, she passed a sandwich board sign advertising cupcakes on special at a half-dozen for $7.99. She went into the bakery and bought a box and put in down carefully into the bottom of the plastic bag from the drug store. She walked on and had another cigarette.

Back at the office, she took Amy to the washroom again, tore open the first pack and handed her the stick and a paper cup from the coffee room. Then she opened the stall and sent her in. Amy lifted up her light floral print skirt, shimmied down her panties and sat herself, looking up at Debi with scared hopeful eyes, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her fleshy pale arms bare in her sleeveless maroon cowl neck top.

"Now the best way to do it is to just pee in the cup and then dip the end of the stick in it when you're done," Debi explained.

"Okay," Amy nodded. Then she spread her legs, lifted her skirt and wiggled her butt on the seat as she maneouvred the cup down below. After a few seconds the urine could be herd streaming into the cup, filling towards the rim. "Oop, I think I have more pee than the cup can hold," she chuckled nervously and withdrew the full cup from between her thighs as the rest of her bladder emptied into the bowl. "Guess I had enough coffee today," she joked. Debi smiled. "How long do we have to wait?" Amy asked as she dipped the end of the test into the cup.

"Five minutes will do it," said Debi. "If it's positive will be less. If it's still negative after five minutes it's negative."

"I suppose we should close the door in case someone walks in," Amy said.

"All right," Debi nodded and Amy leaned forward to shut the stall.

"How do we know it's right?" Amy asked through the door.

"There's two in the pack. You can get a second opinion."

"I guess I should use my phone to time it."

"Good idea," Debi agreed.

"So if the pink line turns into a plus sign ..."

"Yeah, you don't want the plus sign."

"Okay."

They waited in silence for a few minutes.

"How is it?" Debi asked.

"I don't see a plus."

"How much more time?"

"Thirty seconds maybe?"

"I think you're in the clear, hon."

"Time's up."

"Lemme see?" Debi asked. Amy opened the door and showed her the stick. It was definitely negative. "<i>Not<i> pregnant," Debi pronounced with a smile and a shake of her head. Amy sighed heavily in relief and the two of them hugged.

"Do you think it's accurate?" she asked.

"They're pretty accurate," she assured. Then she handed her the pack with the second test still in it. "You can take that one and try at home tonight to make sure," she shrugged. "In the meantime, we celebrate," she said and then lifted the bakery box out of the plastic bag and opened the lid.

"Cupcakes!" Amy grinned. They each chose one and took an indulgent bite. Amy laughed and wiped chocolate frosting from Debi's lip with her pinkie.

Debi went back to her desk and put her purse away. Now that Amy had been taken care of, it was time to go to work on Shane. She stood up and tugged her cropped blazer straight. It was a navy blue skirt suit with a distinct beige grid pattern and she wore it over a plain creme top and nude hose. Her hair was down and straight and she had dangly pearl drop earrings. Debi went to Shane's door, knocked, let herself in and shut it behind her.

"Shane?"

 

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Shane and Meghan were never ones to have big arguments, but the fact that Meghan had driven home after drinking bothered Shane a bit. Meghan was usually more careful, and he did not want his fiancee to get hurt or do something she would regret later. The argument laid on his mind, and while a week or so went by, Shane was still concerned his bride-to-be was making some bad choices.

Shane sat in his office, working on a big project again, one that was stressing him out. He did good work, and the fact that he did, the partners put a lot on his shoulders. As he sat there, working on the project, he saw Debi stick her head in the office. He looked up as she spoke, "Got to step out for a bit, be a half an hour." Shane did not get a chance to respond, but instead watched as Debi hustled off. He shook his head, not really worrying about it. Instead, he went back to working on the project.

Shane sat in his office, typing away. The only break he took was to text with Meghan. He apologized to her for giving her a hard time about drinking, and told her he would be working late tonight. "Big project, partners want it completed as soon as possible, this one is a bit stressful," he told his fiancee. He smiled, Meghan responded with a sweet text, one that made him feel like they both were finally back to normal.

As he got lost in his work, he heard the knock at his door and Debi's voice. Shane looked up, watching her slip into the office, as he sighed. "Hey Debi, what can I do for you?" he asked softly. Shane was sitting at his desk in his grey button down shirt, his tie loosened around his neck a bit, his navy blue dress pants pressed neatly, with a belt and boxers under. Shane looked stressed, his eyes showing his lack of sleep, while his face was tight, the stress evident as he looked at his ex and his current secretary. He looked her over as she entered, his mind racing about the project, and what she could want.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Hey Debi, what can I do for you?"

Debi couldn't wait to see the look on Shane's face when she hit him with what she had in store. He sat there behind his desk, work-haggard and somewhat dishevelled with the bright sunlight behind him that made her squint. She arched her back and fixed the waist of her skirt, really as an excuse to part her blazer and give him a show as she arched her spine and took a in deep breath to calm the giddiness inside her and keep the grin from her face. Then she let her blazer fall back closed and looked down at him with eyes vulnerable and lips sullen.

"Shane," she began slowly, softly. "Do you remember when we had sex with me here in the office last month?" She folded her hands neatly and solemnly in front of her vagina. "My period is late," she told him as she bowed her head in shame. Then she peered out from under her brow with wet eyes.