Harassment

Many thanks to wanting2bdesired for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"It's quite an ass, isn't it?"

Lawson's head snapped around to look at who spoke just behind his ear in a soft murmur.

Her face was close to his, and a quick glance told him she was a good-looking woman, although the short-cropped hair and lack of makeup made her look severe.

"What did you say?" he said.

"I saw you looking at her," said the woman. "You are hypnotized by her ass. And I was just agreeing with your evaluation."

Lawson was embarrassed. "I'm sorry I was so obvious," he said, "but she is beautiful. I'll try to control myself so I don't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, you don't bother me," the woman said. "I think her ass is amazing, too. It's not that large, but you can see that under the Spandex it's perfectly round and hard. Her butt cheeks are like two globes that have been pushed together, and you can imagine her asshole tucked perfectly in the middle. It's probably small and cute and tight. You'd be in heaven if you could stick your dick into it. But you can dream on, because you don't know who she is and you're never going to find out."

"Hold it!" said Lawson. "I think you better stop talking like that before someone hears you. You are way out of line. I like joking around and flirting, but I think you're inappropriate -- even if we weren't in a public place. And I know her, so that makes your remarks even more offensive."

He looked at the woman, and she glared at him for a few seconds. "You're lying," she finally said with a nasty smile. "And maybe I disgust you, but you also disgust me because there's no way you can hide that you're aroused."

Lawson sneaked a look down and was embarrassed to see a stirring at his crotch. His face started to redden, but when he looked up, the woman wasn't there anymore. She was across the room talking to the woman they had been discussing.

Oh no! he thought as both women turned to look at him. Why did I say anything to that crazy woman? This can only mean trouble.

He saw them separate and with their workouts. He rushed through his while trying to stay as far as he could from each of them. When he left the club's locker room, he made a beeline for the entrance and avoided looking at anyone. Once he sat down in his car and closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the slim woman with the amazing butt the next day. The woman who spoke to him had been right about Willow. Her breasts were certainly nice sized. They were full and round and a little big for her slim body. But that butt was so unusual that he was sure he was not the only man who was mesmerized by it.

The previous night in the club was the first time he had noticed it, and today, he saw why. Willow was wearing a nice but loose-fitting flower print dress, and if anything, it made her look a bit heavy in the back end. She worked in a different department of his company and on a different floor, but he had recognized her at the club, because he had once been introduced by a friend who was dating her. It might have been in the cafeteria on the first floor or at a company-wide function. He remembered thinking at the time that she was one of those women with a beautiful face attached to a dumpy body. How wrong he had been!

She got on the packed elevator, and he saw her recognize him, too. She quickly turned her head away and looked down as everyone got off on the ground floor.

Two nights later, he saw her again at the club, and he saw the foul-mouthed woman with her. He decided they must be friends. He stayed away from them, but he saw both of them looking at him a couple of times.

At work, he started seeing Willow more often. After a while it was almost every day, either on the elevator or in the lobby or in the cafeteria. It was too often to be a coincidence, and since she no longer averted her eyes but always looked at him until he looked away, he decided she must be stalking him.

She didn't approach him, either at work or at the club. But her nasty friend did. He had seen her friend enough now to know that she was as voluptuous in her way as Willow, not quite as slim but with great curves. Her figure would have drawn stares, too, except her short haircut and cold expression showed she wasn't interested in anyone's admiration.

She came up to him as he was getting off the treadmill a couple of weeks later and said, "Willow might be willing to have sex with you."

Lawson, already short of breath, gasped and looked around to see if anyone had heard.

"What are you?" he finally whispered, "her pimp?"

"You asshole," said the woman. "You'll pay for that." She quickly walked away.

A couple of days later, he saw the foul-mouthed woman as he entered the workout space from the locker room. When she saw him, she walked toward him, but he decided he had had enough. He put his hands in front of him as she came closer, and several people around them turned and looked at her. In a controlled voice, he said, "Please don't come any closer. I'm asking you to stay away from me from now on because I'm here to work out, and I don't want to talk to anyone. It's nothing personal." But everyone around them could tell it was, especially when they saw her face fill with fury as she turned around and walked off.

The next day, Lawson was sitting in the Starbucks a block from his office sipping his cappuccino and looking at his iPad when someone sat down next to him. He didn't look up, because it got crowded early in the morning, and this happened often.

A melodious voice made him raise his face as it said, "Gina is furious at you." It was Willow, and her beautiful face was a few inches away from his. She was smiling and seemed friendly, not mad. But his guard went up immediately.

"I'm sorry if your friend is angry, Willow," he said, "but--."

"She's my partner," said Willow, "not just a friend."

Lawson was confused. "I thought you were dating Morris," he said.

"What?" said Willow. "You're crazy! Oh. I remember now. But that was more than five years ago, before I came out. You remember me from then?"

"I didn't at first," he said, "but when I saw you at the club, I knew you looked familiar, and then it came to me. Anyway, do you know what your friend has been saying to me?"

"Yes," said Willow. "Gina hates men and enjoys embarrassing them whenever she can. It's only talk, so I put up with it. But she was telling you the truth yesterday."

"I'm sorry," said Lawson, "but even if you two are lovers, it's illegal for her to procure for you." He looked at Willow, and her face seemed to be getting red.

"I'm not a prostitute," she said quietly, looking around.

"Even if you're not," he said, "I'm not into weird sex like the two of you apparently are. Do you do whatever she tells you to do? Does she like to match you up with men and watch you? Do you get off on that, too.? I don't. I think it's sick." He saw her eyes get moist.

"I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, because he didn't want her to start crying. "I have no right to condemn you and Gina. You might think some of the things that turn me on are just as disgusting."

"Like wanting to tear my butt apart," said Willow, but she said it sadly, not accusingly.

"I never said that," he said. "She's the one who came up with that idea. I am not into hurting women. When I have sex, I try to give them as much pleasure as I can. I admit I'm selfish, because the more aroused and excited they are, the more it turns me on."

"I'd like to talk to you more," said Willow, "but I've got to get to work. If you want to talk to me, look me up in the company directory and call me."

"Wait a second," he said. "There are more than 800 employees, and I don't know your last name."

"You can find me if you want to," she said. "Before I go, let me tell you a couple of things. As much as my ass interests you, Gina is totally obsessed with it. She's an ass aficionado, and she told me she thinks you have a great ass, too. In fact, she's now obsessed with your ass. And one more thing. I'm never going to have anal sex with you or anyone else."

She got up and left as he tried to pick his jaw up from the table. I have no idea what just happened, he thought, but she certainly knows how to arouse someone's curiosity. I guess she wanted to make sure I'd call her. As he walked to his office, he decided that he would call her, but he wasn't going to get involved with her and her friend.

They met for lunch the next day on a picnic bench in a park a block from the office. They silently unwrapped their sandwiches, and he waited for her to say something. He noticed she was wearing a more flattering outfit than before, and she smelled good. This must be part of their plan, he thought.

"I don't know anything about you, Lawson," she began. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I got dumped a few months ago," he said, "and I'm still not ready to move on. We were together for nearly three years, and I thought, well, you know."

"Did she tell you why she dumped you?" asked Willow. "Was it about sex?"

That was fast. He didn't want to start talking about his love life, but all of a sudden, that's what he was doing. She seemed genuinely interested in him and even concerned. He tried to hold back, but he found himself spilling his guts to her, even getting close to tears at one point.

She gently probed, like an intimate friend, although no friend had ever talked to him like that before. He talked so much that he couldn't think of anything more to tell her. When he stopped talking, she stood up. "I want to say some things to you," she said, and he noticed that her eyes were moist. "But we have to be getting back, and I want to think about what you told me so I don't say anything stupid. I'm going to be gone for a few days. Would you meet me here again on Monday?"

He nodded dumbly, and she began briskly walking back toward the office. He sat there for a while. He was drained, but for some reason, he felt good. He walked back to the office in a glow and didn't think about their lunch the rest of the day or that weekend. He worked out at the club Saturday, but he didn't see either Gina or Willow there.

He had a date with an old friend Sunday night, and he told her about the meeting with Willow but not what led up to it. His friend said that whether Willow was a professional therapist or not, she had facilitated an emotional cleansing, and that's why he was feeling so good.

Monday morning as he was getting ready for work, he took an inventory of his feelings and decided that he was looking forward to seeing Willow. This time he spoke first.

"I hope I didn't bore you with all my troubles last time," he said. "I was thinking that I also don't know much about you, except Gina, of course. Maybe you aren't ready to be as open as I was, but I'd like to know how you decided you were a lesbian?"

It seemed that Willow had been prepared to talk about him, and the question caught her by surprise, but after a moment of hesitancy, she began telling him about her sexual journey. He waited for her to hold back, but she went into just as much detail as he had.

She told him that her butt was always at the center of everything that happened to her, and she was sick to death of it, but in a strange way she was scared, too. She was worried that if she didn't have that butt, she had nothing else that anyone would ever pay attention to.

From the time she started dating in high school, she found that every man she had any relationship with was thinking of only one thing. She had regular sex with some of them, but she always felt that they were disappointed that she wouldn't let them pay too much attention to her butt. Some of them tried to persuade her to have anal sex, and the harder they tried, the more disgusted and scared she was about the idea.

After a while, she was a nervous wreck and decided she needed to take a break from dating and find out how to deal with her conflicting emotions. That's when she met Gina. Gina told her plainly and crudely that she was in love with her butt, just like all the men, but she hoped that she could also get to know her as a person. When Willow told her she didn't think she was interested in dating women, Gina persuaded her to take a chance and said there would be no pressure to have sex.

Gina's crudeness turned her off, but her openness and honesty about her feelings were refreshing, and once she saw that Gina genuinely cared for her as a person, she warmed up to her. When they finally had sex, it was better than what she had had with any man, and the last two years with her had been happy ones.

She said didn't mind Gina getting herself aroused by using Willow's ass to harass men, although it was a pain getting kicked out of clubs. They had already been banned from four of them before joining his.

They had fights, like any couple, and there were some tensions about sex, mostly because Gina wanted her to participate in anal play, or at least permit Gina to experiment on her. She did let Gina stimulate her anally with a finger and her tongue. But when it came to anything else, she drew the line.

After Willow's long recitation, they had only a minute left before they had to leave. "I'm happy, Lawson," said Willow, "but you aren't. I'm not saying that I can help you, because I'm no therapist, but I want to suggest a few things that I hope will make things better for you. Would that be OK?"

"Sure," he said. "Even if I don't agree, I don't think that could hurt."

"Would you meet me for dinner after work?" she said. "I don't want to get into a heavy discussion at lunch tomorrow and then have to stop and go back to work."

"What about Gina?" he said.

"Oh, she's fine with it," said Willow. "If you are free tonight, I'll call her and let her know I'll be home late and why. How about the Denny's across the street from the office at 6?"

"Do you see any kind of pattern with your ex-girlfriends?" said Willow after they ordered.

"No," he said.

"OK, give me the name of one of them, and let me try something," she said.

"Lauren," he said.

"OK, don't interrupt," she said. "Lauren was good looking and really sweet. Her body really turned you on, and she was warm and loving at first. You seemed to have a lot in common, so you were surprised when she started acting a little weird after you'd been living together for a while.

"Even though sex with her had been great from the beginning and you knew exactly how to satisfy her, she wanted to try some different things out with you, and it made you uncomfortable. The more she wanted to experiment, the more you couldn't understand what was wrong. Things were going so well, you thought. Why would she want to change anything?

"You started getting into fights over nothing at all, and finally she dumped you. You asked her what went wrong, and she said it was all her fault. You were a really decent guy, and she was some kind of weird chick, and you deserved better than her. You needed someone who valued and respected the great person you were, and she wished she was that woman, but she wasn't.

"When she broke up with you, you saw she really took it hard. You wondered why if she thought so much of you, she couldn't stay with you.

"OK, now you can talk."

"It wasn't exactly like that with Lauren," he said, "but I'm amazed because a lot of what you said was so close. Do you know Lauren?"

Willow didn't answer his question. "Now plug the name of another girlfriend into the same story," she said. "Don't say anything, but just think about her and how you broke up. After that, plug in one more name."

The waitress brought their food while he was still thinking, and Willow started eating while Lawson was deep in thought with his eyes closed.

When he opened them, he stared at her. "My god," he said, "what's wrong with me? You're right. It was like watching the same movie over and over. Once they got to know me, they all wanted to get away from me. I must be some kind of monster."

"It IS your fault," said Willow, "but not in the way you think. The easiest way to explain it is that you're a plain vanilla guy, but you're attracted to girls who are out on the edge, especially when it comes to sex. They can't help liking you, because you're decent and so different from most of the guys they've been with.

"But we all want to improve our men. Even though you satisfy them, they want to explore more exciting sex with you. But you're not an explorer. You don't want to take chances or get uncomfortable. The way you look at it is, if it isn't broken, why fix it? After a while, they realize that they can have a happy, humdrum life with you or take a chance on crashing and burning to find someone more exciting.

"A lot of girls would be perfectly happy in a long-term relationship with someone like you. Despite my being with Gina, I'm really more of a plain vanilla type of girl. Maybe because of my butt, I never attracted that kind of guy. Your trouble is, you're not drawn to girls who are compatible with you. For some reason, you go for the wild ones.

"These girls may tone things down for you at first, but eventually, they can't hide who they really are -- from you or from themselves."

"It sounds good, but I don't think you're right," said Lawson. "You're making it sound like sex is routine and mechanical for me. I told you that I am willing to do lots of things to pleasure my partner, because it matters to me that she is satisfied, even before I'm satisfied."

"Yes," said Willow, "but would you believe these women you've been with would like you to sometimes think only of yourself and even use them as objects. Gina is usually totally involved in giving me as many orgasms as possible, but even though I'm not one of the wild ones, sometimes I just want her to take me and do whatever she wants with me. And when she does, I go nuts."

"Except if she tries to do what she really wants with your ass," he said.

"Yes, I guess you're right," said Willow. "Maybe someday I can bring myself to prove how much I really love her by letting her do that, but right now, it still feels perverted and degrading to me, and I just can't seem to get over that."

"Why should you?" Lawson said. "It IS perverted and degrading. I hope you never give in."

"Why should you care?" she said.

"I don't care," he said. "It's your business. But for some reason, I just feel that would be wrong for you."

"What about you, Lawson?" she said. "If you really cared for someone, would you let her do things like that to you."

"You mean like stick things in my ass?" he said. "No thank you. I would never do anything like that in a million years. Even thinking about it makes me feel like throwing up."

"Gina really likes your ass," said Willow. "And she'd love to do things to it, especially things that would humiliate you. What if I paid you to let her play with you? How much money would it take? They say that everything has a price."

"They're probably right," he said. "But the price for me to do that would be so high that I don't think you could afford it. Right now I'm thinking even a million dollars wouldn't be enough. I'm sure you could eventually get me to cave for some hundreds of thousands. So is that what you want to do, turn me into a prostitute?"

"Even if that's what I wanted, you're right that your ass is way too expensive for me," she said with a laugh. "Gina's idea was to let you have sex with me. Are you interested in that at all."

"Honestly, Willow," he said, "you may think I'm Mr. Plain Vanilla, but all this kinky stuff has me so aroused that I'm going to have to make an adjustment before I stand up. What red-blooded man wouldn't want that? But everything else you're saying is just too bizarre for me to deal with. I'm sure you can find someone else to take your deal."