Lisa Hears the Magic Word
Lisa made it about three steps past the door to the boss’s office before she stopped dead and swayed drunkenly in confusion, her brain locking up in an effort to remember exactly what he said to her before she left. She’d understood most of it–“You were fifteen minutes late for the start of your shift yesterday”, “you’re a hard worker and the customers like you but it’s important to be here on time”, “I’m not going to write you up, this is just a warning, please don’t let it happen again”, and… “wkfrstk”? “Wskfstk”? It was something, an odd nonsense word. He read it out of a, a book of some sort, and….
And she couldn’t remember what it was. Her mind kept throwing out random syllables as a placeholder, things like “Wssfrssm” and “Wrrmskfl”, but Lisa couldn’t parse the sound or the shape it made in the air. The harder she tried, the more her head pounded and throbbed, but–but not with pain? Did that even make sense? Lisa felt herself beginning to topple over every time she made an attempt to lift her feet, her brain so distracted and perplexed by the collection of nonsense syllables stuck inside it that basic functions like walking were now beyond her. She stood swaying in place, hoping that the booming, pulsing sensation wouldn’t get any worse. If it did, she’d probably fall on her ass.
It didn’t, but only because she found a way to relieve it. Not purposefully, not consciously–Lisa’s thoughts were so preoccupied with trying to parse out “Wkfsrstk” that she was barely aware of what she was doing. But her hand slipped down into the waistband of her panties and she began to rub her pussy, and the sensual touch relieved just enough of the pleaant ache inside her head that she could focus on the mystery word instead of working to hold herself upright. Wflstfk, she thought. Wkflstk. She knew there weren’t any vowels, anything that would make it easily pronounceable, and yet it just seemed to trip off of Mister Wilton’s tongue.
He’d looked at her so expectantly after he said it, too, like he really thought she was going to answer him, or acknowledge him, or, or something, Lisa thought as she slid her shorts down to her knees to give her better access to her soaking cunt. Did he think it would make sense to her? Did he think she’d just go, “Oh, of course, ‘Wkfstrsk’!” and do… and do… Lisa’s eyes glazed over, the throb in her brain getting stronger. Her fingers tugged at the little rip in the seam of her work shirt, pulling and tearing until it shredded and came away leaving her wearing nothing but her bra from the waist up. She let out a choking grunt of arousal as her pussy clenched around her thrusting digits in orgasmic bliss.
Wkstrfk. Fkstrwk. Lisa felt like she was almost approaching the shape of the word in her head, the vibrations it made in the air, the things it did to her… to her brain. Oh. Oh, of course. That was it. That was it exactly. She came again, her whole body shuddering as understanding finally settled in and she understood just what her boss was trying to tell her, and what she needed to do next. Letting her shorts slide all the way down her legs to her ankles, Lisa stepped out of them with a grace and dexterity that had eluded her mere moments ago. She took off her underwear next, then kicked the pile of clothing into the corner and turned back around to follow the new instructions that resonated endlessly inside her mind.
(If you enjoy this fiction and want to make sure it continues, please visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox to become a supporter. Or, if you simply want to make a one-time contribution, you can drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox instead. Thank you!)
