Peculiar Cravings Ch. 01 Laura

'I can't figure it out,' she said, 'let's just call over one of the guys that works here.'

'No,' squeaked Laura. 'No guys, just keep trying.'

She'd managed to grab one of Michelle's raincoats off its hook as she'd been dragged outside, so she wasn't completely exposed. It did take a bit of finagling to get it on as she was pulled through the hallway, but the lift provided sufficient reprieve. What she hadn't realised when she had grabbed it was that it had belonged to Michelle's niece.

Her hand made constant voyages to its hem to keep everything in order. She had to be vigilant to not move too much or else let the coat ride up and flash the world. The thing was already bright yellow, with little duckies around it, so it drew attention, although she didn't entirely blame it for the amount of looks she was getting. She tried to keep her head low.

The shop wasn't particularly populated, so that was a boon, but people on the streets were giving her quizzical expressions as they walked past.

She was stuck here now. All her stuff was back in Michelle's room, and Michelle had the key. But there was no getting her away from here now. She was on a mission.

'Right, that's it,' said Michelle, giving up on her fiddling once again. 'I'm getting some help.'

She marched her way over to the desk, ignoring Laura's protests.

The bored eighteen-year-old manning the desk, who seemed to be the only employee in the building, had perked up the moment Laura had entered and had been hungrily staring at her since. Now, Laura was mortified to see that Michelle was now showing him her phone and filling him in on their situation with excruciating detail.

The young employee looked up and down between Laura and images on Michelle's phone, nodding thoughtlessly as Michelle spoke a mile a minute at him. Eventually, though he seemed to be purposefully delaying the process as much as he could - asking irrelevant questions and pretending to not understand what it was they wanted - he sorted Michelle out with one of the printers. She hooked up her phone using Bluetooth and began to queue the printing job.

Laura went crimson the minute she saw the first picture come into physical realisation.

Full vibrant colour.

Whole A4 page.

Her in a black, floral set of lingerie.

The second one was even worse, as Michelle had cajoled her into a more "sensual" pose, with her back bent and her ass sticking out.

As the vibrant, technicoloured photo shoot continued to incrementally slide out with a slowness akin to that of an unveiling, Laura couldn't help but notice that the young employee always seemed to be loitering close by, making sure he was available if anyone needed any help.

Unable to bear the humiliation any longer, Laura walked over to the other side of the room. Her feet were sore from running over the road barefoot. She looked for somewhere to sit.

She couldn't see anything other than another printer. She pushed it with her hand to see how fragile it was. It seemed sturdy enough. She looked around. The boy certainly wasn't paying attention now that her scrapbook of sexy shame was coming out in full force (and first edition).

She shrugged and hopped up onto the printer. There was a slight moment of panic as, from the way she moved, the coat rode up her back, so that it was her bare ass that sat on the top of the machine. She shivered from the feel and tried to readjust the coat so that it better covered her, but it was no use. It was already taut enough from the push of her breasts. If she pulled at it anymore to try and fit it around her ass and it might explode from the elastic potential.

There had always been a disparity between Laura's personality and the shape of her body. Michelle had always said she had the figure of a bombshell and the mind of a librarian (which was different from being a sexy librarian, as usually that was the reverse).

She checked to see if what she looked like from the side was too lewd. It didn't seem to be. The coat covered the sides of her ass and her back, more or less - there was a small gap that could be seen if anyone really eagle-eyed were to take a look. She could survive.

Then something unexpected happened. The printer switched on. Not only that, it hummed to life. From how it appeared to Laura from where she was sitting, it revved to life, vibrating quite intensely. She had to grip tightly to its sides to not fall off. Her first impression was to jump off it, but her second and third impulses intercepted.

Paper began to slide out of it.

The vibrations were really quite pleasurable, she thought. Her breathing became laboured and there was fluttering inside of her. A pink mist descended on her brain. She looked about. No one was paying attention to her that she could see. What the hell.

She readjusted her position so that her pussy was now in direct contact with the top of the printer as it whirred and shuddered. She began to shudder too, trying to stop herself from moaning.

The scrape of sliding paper continued.

'Oh, yeah,' whispered Laura, her eyes closing. She wasn't sure at what point the shaking of the machine stopped and the shaking of her began.

Over by the printer Michelle was working on, the young employee craned over to get a good eyeful of the pictures of Laura with nothing on but some newly bought fancy lingerie. Then he saw the nude of Laura Michelle had taken accidentally when she had been in the middle of getting ready.

'Are you making a calendar or something?' he asked Michelle as innocently as he could. She was on the floor, filtering through the first few pictures that had already been printed.

'Hmm? Oh, no, we're just trying to decide which one suits her.'

She pointed, and the worker followed the direction to see Laura, enjoying herself on the printer. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He also noticed that the excitement of the printer was sending the raincoat she was wearing in all sorts of directions, giving him a good view of the upper parts of her legs and the sides of her ass. He made a mental note to go and fetch a copy of the CCTV.

And to think, he'd almost called in sick.

'Actually,' said Michelle, 'it might be good to get a guy's opinion. Here, which one do you fancy more?'

She held two pictures in front of his now extremely red face. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, and now he seemed to be getting it all at once. Maybe girls really were more horny than guys, they just kept it hidden.

He gave his opinion and Michelle waved another card in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a bit like a monkey in an animal research centre, being asked what type of bananas he enjoyed more, using flashcards to communicate. He didn't mind too much as it was currently the monkey part of his brain that had the wheel.

'Alright, good, I've got what I need,' said Michelle after a while, collecting a stack of risqué pictures of her best friend from the printer and making her way to the still heavily distracted Laura. 'Thanks.'

'No problem,' said the employee, in a bit of a daze.

Back at the printer, Laura was approaching climax. She was so close now and was trying her hardest not to squirm. She was almost there, almost there now...

'Come on,' said Michelle with maximum peppiness, grabbing Laura once again by the hand, startling her. 'We've got to go now.'

Laura jolted to her senses as she was pulled to her feet. She was flushed with embarrassment to have been caught in such a way but couldn't help but feel her stomach drop as her cresting orgasm was snatched away from her. She looked back at the printer and was mortified to find two things.

Firstly, where she had been sitting - more accurately where she had been gently grinding her pussy - there was a thin film of sticky residue. She could just die from the shame.

The second thing she noticed was that the printer wasn't just a printer. It was a photocopier, and the sheets of paper that had been pouring out of it none-stop out it were of her bare ass and pussy. There was an entire stack of them!

She made an inaudible groan of panic and tried to snatch them, but Michelle was way too strong. She was dragged inexorably away and out of the picture store, watching helplessly as an entire pile of pictures of her most private area disappeared from her view. She locked eyes with the employee as they left, who grinned nastily. She then watched him, utterly helpless as he pressed the button on the printer Michelle had been using, which then, she could just about make out, set out to reprint the entire catalogue of underwear pics they had just gotten.

The only thing that made it worse was when her raincoat got caught in the lift on the way back up to Michelle's dorm room, forcing her to abandon it or otherwise be ground into paste by the mechanism, leaving her to navigate her way through the hallways in the nip.

This had better be one damn good date.