Witches Promise, a weird tale of queer witchcraft and supernatural romance

Part One
The New Girl

 

The new girl had arrived from out of nowhere, her presence in the office unheralded and unexplained. And all morning long, Kim Lee simply could not take her eyes off her. Try as she might to resist the urge to stare, again and again Kim found herself stealing ever more lingering glances. The new girl was so strangely compelling, Kim just could not help but stare. The new girl was beautiful to be sure, but in a queer and wholly unconventional way. Hers was the mesmerizing and alien allure of the serpent, seductive, exciting and perhaps even dangerous.

It was the curiosity of the new girls’ mannerisms, and the graceful fluidity of her movement in particular, that piqued Kim’s interest. There was something about her hands, they were strong and agile with short blue polished nails. So sensual in the nimble fluency of their movement, it was the way her long fingers stroked rather than tapped the keyboard. The way the tip of her middle finger described little circles on the touch pad while she thought, like she was teasing the cursor.

Kim began to squirm uncomfortably in her seat, as she found herself imagining those finger tips teasing and tormenting her. Wanton images of the new girl’s hands reaching under her skirt, and creeping beneath her panties filled Kim’s thoughts, and engulfed her senses with erotic yearning. She couldn’t help but imagine those agile fingers stroking her to excitement, teasing and tormenting and working their way inside of her.

But there was so much more to Kim’s fascination than simple physical attraction. There was a particular charisma about the new girl, some elusive quality that was irresistibly bewitching.

To her astonishment a powerful heat and hunger began to rise in Kim’s body, filling her mind with carnal longing and her body with wanton craving. She continued to squirm discreetly in her chair, increasingly desperate to relieve her uncharacteristically intense arousal.

Kim’s erotic impulses were rapidly growing surprisingly insistent, the new girl was just so thrilling and so captivating. Her mere presence, even at this distance was so very intoxicating and so very, very stimulating. And indeed, Kim found herself contemplating the most outrageous notions.

Perhaps if she were careful….

….perhaps if she pushed her chair as far forward beneath her desk as she could, maybe no one would see….

….perhaps she could indulge herself, just a little….

‘Oh my god….Kim….’

‘….what the hell are you even thinking?’

The thought shocked Kim even as it entered her mind, and she began to feel more than a little uncomfortable with the intensity of her fascination. She was letting herself get too distracted, and far too carried away. But the shroud of mystery and temptation that seemed to envelop the new girl, and the erotic hunger here presence inspired, was too impossibly intriguing to ignore.

Was this what people meant when they talked about auras and chakras and energy fields and such…?

Kim didn’t really know about those things, but the new girl definitely had something uniquely dynamic about her. Something almost magical, something strangely captivating and eerily bewitching. Something so powerfully arousing that Kim simply couldn’t bear to restrain her urges a second longer, regardless of the potential for disaster.

Kim cast a furtive glance around the open plan office at her colleagues, it struck her as odd that nobody else seemed to have even noticed the new girl. She had simply materialized without a word, set herself up at an empty desk and gone to work. And nobody had reacted to her presence at all.

What was wrong with them, couldn’t they feel her presence the way she did? And who was she anyway? Was she joining the team, or was she on secondment from another department? She could be an outside contractor, but she didn’t look like any consultant that Kim had ever seen before.

To her astonishment Kim found herself relenting to her impulses. She pushed her chair forward to hide her discreet activities behind the shoulder height partitions of her cubicle, leaning back far enough so she could see the new girl.

‘Oh my god….’

‘….what are you doing Kim?’

Fortunately her work station backed onto the windows of the high rise office, Kim only had to keep watch to the left and right. She would have to be very, very careful but she simply couldn’t help herself.

And glancing furtively around the room once more, Kim reached beneath her skirt and bit her lip, as her fingers began to stroke her inflamed arousal through her underwear. The new girl had made her so wet, her panties were already damp with exhilaration.

‘Oh god….’

‘….what are you doing?’

 

Beguiled

 

The new girl’s singularly odd looks, were enhanced by her large black, horn rimmed glasses. Her features seemed ever so slightly exaggerated, almost alien. It occurred to Kim that she might even find the new girl unsettling, or even intimidating under the wrong circumstances. And this thought thrilled her all the more as she began discretely to indulge herself.

Her ears for instance were remarkably large and angular and grew to well-defined points, giving her a markedly impish or elfin appearance. And her eyes were extremely unusual. The irises seemed almost unnaturally large, and so dark in hue that they appeared as discs of solid colour. Very striking in contrast to the pale of her skin.

Her hair was cropped at the back and sides, longer on top with a forelock swept to one side forming a fringe. And it was partially dyed a dark but vibrant blue. Kim found the way her hairstyle gradually faded towards the nape of her neck, highlighting the shape of her throat, impossibly alluring.

Kim briefly considered taking herself to the restroom, to satisfy her powerfully insistent cravings in relative safety. But that would mean leaving the new girls presence, risking the possibility that she might complete whatever function she was here to perform, and disappear forever from Kim’s life.

This was a chance that Kim was unwilling to take, but neither was she capable of ignoring her arousal. So she remained at her desk, furtively glancing this way and that, as her fingers caressed the urgent excitement between her legs. Her body tensed and perspiration formed at her brow as she pleasured herself, and concentrated her will on stifling the gasps and whimpers which begged to escape her throat.

‘Oh Christmas trees ….’

‘….what the hell are you doing Kim?’

Okay, now she was lingering for far too long, fascination was beginning to drift toward obsession. And Kim was starting to feel like a creep, staring at the new girl and fingering herself in public.

‘God….’

‘….pull yourself together….’

‘….get back to work.’

Kim withdrew her hand and turned her attention back to her task, desperately trying to conquer her stultifying sexual agitation. And returning to her monitor, Kim desperately attempted to concentrate on the documents in front of her.

The reports that quality assurance had sent her needed a lot of work, nothing made any sense. She sent of a series of e-mails to her contacts in QA and also to their team leader, trying to get things straightened out.

She was doing well, she was focusing. But before she knew it, Kim found her attention drawn once again to the new girl. And her arousal again became increasingly intoxicating, and impossible to deny.

The new girl’s arms were a network of intricate interconnected tattoos. At this distance, Kim couldn’t quite see the fine detail, but she thought she could make out wild animals amongst the swirling tendrils of the predominantly arboreal design. The new girl must be dedicated to her ink, the work was both exquisite and extensive. From her hands to her neck there was barely a visible patch of skin that didn’t bear some degree of detail.

To her amusement Kim was getting butterflies in her belly, as well as a tingle in her panties. She felt like a teenager again, getting the hots for the girl at the desk on the other side of the room. She had to meet this new girl, and soon.

The gap between the new girl’s jeans and her socks revealed a little of the tattooing on her legs. And Kim sighed as she wondered at the extent of the work, allowing her imagination run riot. And again she found herself surrendering to her excitement, her fingers creeping once again to her starving lips.

‘….oh golly….’

Kim sat staring as her fingers now worked their way beneath her damp panties, her resolution to resist the urge to stare completely forgotten. She discretely began to rub her slick lips, tormenting her aroused clit with her thumb. Biting her lip as she desperately moderated her gasping and laboured breaths.

‘Oh….my god….’

Her fingers worked with increasingly frantic strokes, as she cautiously rubbed herself nearer to fulfilment. Glancing around nervously as she slid a finger inside herself, and then another. The creaking of her chair forcing her to moderate her squirming, as she brought herself closer and closer. Trembling with tension as she bit her lip until it hurt.

‘….oh my god….’

Kim’s fingers worked with vehement urgency, slipping in and out of herself and rubbing at her clit with earnest intensity. Her body trembled with constrained tension, and her brow furrowed as she neared climax. Her finger nails digging deeper and deeper into the armrest of her chair, as she nervously glanced left and right and held her breath.

‘….oh….my….god….’

‘….oh….’

Until at last her eyes narrowed with excruciating and wicked delight, as her excitement exploded in ecstasy with the intensity of a supernova.

‘….oh….my god oh my god oh my….god….’

And at last Kim’s body relaxed a little, as the final tremors of her secret climax reverberated through her body. She bit down even harder on her lip, to stifle the cries of carnal pleasure that she yearned to release. And her body trembled as the final waves of her discrete orgasm began to abate, and at last her sexual tension subsided.

Finally she sat upright once again, cleared her throat as though nothing untoward had happened, and snatched a tissue from the box on her desk.

And that’s when the new girl caught her, while Kim sat gazing dreamily with a faraway look in her lust glazed eyes, and idly wiping her fingers dry.

 

Caught

 

The new girl sat back in her chair to review her work and looked over, and immediately she locked eyes with Kim and quizzically raised one eyebrow a little. Leaning back even further, to see what wickedness the flush cheeked, misty eyed girl was up to behind her desk.

And Kim was caught entirely by surprise. The spell was shattered in an instant leaving her flustered and embarrassed at having been caught. Kim quickly tossed her tissue in the bin, and hurriedly straightened her skirt. She returned to her work and valiantly attempted to look like she was busy.

‘….oh my god….’

‘….did she see…?’

‘….does she know…?’

‘….oh god, please no….please no….”

Had she been caught, did the new girl realize what she had been up to? Kim was absolutely mortified by the thought that she may have been discovered in her clandestine indulgences.

Maybe if she looked busy the new girl would think she was just lost in thought, instead of staring like a weirdo and fingering herself. Or maybe she would think Kim just happened to be looking in her direction while pondering some weighty problem.

‘Yeah….maybe she’ll think that….’

‘….maybe…?’

‘….please?’

And then to her further horror, a blush of embarrassment began to stain Kim’s pale freckled cheeks bright red. Accentuating the flush of arousal and satisfaction which already discoloured her face.

‘Or maybe she’ll think I’m a freak….’

‘….some kind of creepy perv….’

‘….oh my god!’

‘I am a creepy office perv….’

And with this a fresh wave of embarrassment flooded Kim’s entire being with the heat of shame, lending an even greater brilliance to her glowing cheeks.

Now felt like a clumsy adolescent, as well as a creep. She knew that when she blushed it was always very conspicuous. She tried to breathe deeply, to make the blush go away, but it was no use. She could feel the heat in her cheeks spreading beyond her control.

Maybe the new girl hadn’t noticed after all, maybe she had looked away again. Kim risked a glance over to find out.

“Oh god….” Kim whispered under her breath.

The new girl was looking right at her, with a broad wolfish grin of wicked amusement spread across her face. Kim put the palms of her hands to her face to hide her blushing cheeks, under the pretext of rubbing her eyes.

“….oh god” she whispered again, her features fairly glowing with embarrassment.

Eventually Kim risked another sidelong glance. The girl had returned to her monitor but was working now with a wry grin adorning her lips, her long finger tormenting the cursor once again.

‘Oh god….she’s so….’

But Kim was lost for words. Her mind had become a confused maelstrom of embarrassment, intrigue and arousal.

‘….okay, so you got a little carried away and….had a little orgasm. No big deal….’

‘….everyone does it after all….it’s nothing to be ashamed of Kim.’

‘Except when you do it in public….at work….at your desk!’

‘Oh shit….!’

‘….did anyone else see…?’

Kim nervously scanned the office, searching for any sign that she had been observed. And to her relief she appeared to have gotten away with it, there were no furtive whispers or amused grins.

Except for the look of wicked amusement which the new girl still wore.

‘Okay, looks like you got away with it….mostly.’

‘But never again Kim Lee….’

‘….never….ever again.’

‘Ever.’

Eventually Kim managed to compose herself and return to her work. Concentrating on the bungled reports, and making a concerted effort not to stray again.

The QA department were of little practical help, she would have to try and figure the mess out on her own. Kim sent a copy of the reports to her team leader Belinda, explaining the problem and what she would have to do to fix it. Bel sent back a reply telling her it was okay, to take whatever time she needed. Just get everything straightened out, and she would deal with QA herself.

So Kim focused on the reports and went to work sorting through the jumbled mess. As the clock ticked sluggishly on, she gradually managed to pull the numbers into something resembling coherence. She was making headway but it was after two already, this would take until the end of the day.

Kim successfully resisted temptation and focused on her work for the next half hour or so. But she found herself distracted yet again, when new girl got up from her seat.

‘New girl….have to do something about that, find out her name.’

Kim discretely observed as the girl rose from her chair, she was tall, athletic and powerfully built. The gym bag and yoga mat stowed under her desk told the full story.

She was gorgeously sexy, although in a way that would perhaps not be considered so in any traditional sense.

Her shoulders were comparatively narrow and her hips were broad and shapely. Her curvaceous thighs were thick and strong, and her rear end was gorgeously round and shapely, in contrast to her narrow waist. And her breasts were delightfully small in proportion to the rest of her full figure, and her braless nipples were apparent beneath her shirt.

Kim watched her raise her tattooed arms above her head, lock her hands together and stretch. Shifting her broad hips and rib cage from side to side, working the stiffness out of her spine. The butterflies reappeared in Kim’s belly, and her previous shame and guilt gave way to yearning once again.

The new girl stretched like a sleepy cat in the sun, and Kim found her attention once again entirely forfeit. Lost in the serpentine curve of her spine, and in the fluid movement of her lithe and sinuous but shapely body. Kim snatched her hand back as it began to wander between her legs again.

The new girl’s shirt had ridden up a little, revealing a teasing glimpse of midriff above her belted jeans. Revealing that her tattooing was every bit as comprehensive as Kim had imagined. Kim breathed deeply and hungrily as arousal heated her passions anew.

The new girl returned her arms to her sides and rolled her head from side to side, working tension out her neck. Kim forced herself to look away. She did not want to get caught again, she was embarrassed enough already.

‘Why don’t you just go over and say hello…?’

‘….just walk over, put out your hand and say, hi I’m Kim.’

‘Stop being so awkward.’

But before Kim could summon up her courage and take action, the new girl was on the move. Making her way to the kitchen with an empty coffee mug in hand.

And Kim’s heart leapt, this was her big chance. She picked up the cute little owl shaped teapot she kept at her desk. It was empty and cold.

‘Perfect.’

 

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