Rachael's cubicle was as much of a mess as her car. Papers scattered all around, an empty Chinese take-out box, a phone book with pages ripped out, and a pair of socks. Her computer was, oddly, clean and tidy with not a speck of dust on it. Her monitor however...

At least once a week, someone from management would come down and remind her to keep her workplace tidy, but she never did. They didn't seem to have a problem with her appearance, after all, so why should she bother with her cubicle? Everything was exactly where she liked it, and she knew where any given piece of paper was. It just might take her a few minutes to find it.

The sound of paper flying through the air could be heard throughout the office; every one of her coworkers knew what was going on. "Dammit!" She stifled a shout as she looked through a stack of papers from several years ago. It was a blessing she had them -- anyone else would have thrown them out. A piece of paper was among this pile that had the contact information of the last person to code the companies proprietary software. Something had broken, and she couldn't manage to fix it.

"Hey Rachael--"

"WHAT!?" Rachael turned around suddenly and glared for a second before blushing. Her boss, Robert, was standing in the door to her cubicle. "Sorry, it's just this is fucking frustrating."

He tried to hide his grimace as he looked around. To a normal person, this cubicle would be impossible to work in. "Take an extended lunch, you aren't going to know what you found if you end up ripping it all to shreds."

Normally, Rachael would ignore him, but she had never been offered an extended lunch. She sighed deeply as she sat back in her chair. "Yeah, fine, whatever. I'll find it though, dammit."

Robert took another uneasy look around the cubicle. It would take a miracle for anything to be found, but he knew better. "Yeah, you will. Much to everyone's amazement. You know, you should really think of cleaning this mess up."

"Will do." Rachael turned around before rolling her eyes. She rubbed her temples to try and calm herself down. It was such a pain, if only she didn't have to look for a scrap of paper that shouldn't have even been her responsibility to keep. "Whatever." She said to herself as she reached for her cell phone. Leah would be able to calm her down a bit.

The phone rung a few time before Leah picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, I'm coming home for lunch, what are you making?" Rachael grinned even as she turned off her computer.

"Wha-what? You can't expect me to just make you something!" Leah indignantly responded. Rachael could just imagine Leah's face scrunching up.

"Well, then how about you meet me somewhere to eat?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll just walk." Leah's tone was dry and obviously sarcastic. It took Rachael a few seconds to figure out why, but she recalled that Leah's car was in for its tuneup. "And what if I had plans anyways?"

Rachael groaned into the phone as she started to walk through the rows of cubicles. "Eh, fine, so then, what are you making me?" She couldn't stop from smiling. Leah was so easily teased. "I think something like spaghetti or salmon sounds good."

She could hear Leah's teeth gnashing. "Even if I were to make you lunch, those are dinner foods!" Leah paused for a second. "Why don't you just order take-out or something? Why are you even coming home, your lunch break won't give you time to enjoy anything."

"Extended lunch today. Boss is sending me home cause I'm getting pissed at not being able to find a piece of paper." Rachael rolled her eyes.

Leah started laughing at the other end of the connection. "You lost it, didn't you?!"

Thankfully, Rachael had moved out of the main offices and was in the lobby, because her frustration was very audible. "I didn't lose a damn thing! I never lose anything!"

"Then where is it?"

"It's in my cubicle! I just... don't know exactly where in there."

Rachael could imagine Leah nodding and grinning smugly. She knew what was next. "If you kept your cubicle clean, this wouldn't be happening."

For a response, all Leah got was a sigh. Rachael walked out to her car while remaining silent. "So, sushi then?" she said before she stepped into the car and hung up the phone. She had effectively left Leah with no choice and gotten the last word in.

Leah wouldn't give up so easily though; on the drive home, Rachael's phone never stopped buzzing. After arriving back at their apartment, Rachael checked her phone to see several voice mails. She laughed as she deleted them and entered the apartment.

Sushi had been laid out on the kitchen table with a glaring Leah accompanying it. "I only made this cause I wanted it too." She said as her face scrunched a tiny bit.

"Well then, I'm glad you made enough for me too." Rachael's smirk never left her face as the two ate their lunch quietly.

When lunch was finished, Rachael struck up conversation. "So... how's that tattoo of yours doing?"

"It looks a bit weird -- I think something might be wrong with it. You mind taking a look?" Leah started to lift her shirt and removed the bandage. A single glimpse from the corner of Rachael's eye was all that was needed. Her attention immediately caught focus on the design.

It was like the diamond sang to her and the acoustics of the square somehow made it more meaningful. She couldn't take her eyes off it as she started to twitch just a tiny bit. Rachael broke contact with the tattoo to look around the apartment -- it was spotless. Absolutely everything was spotless. "Hey... you alright?" Leah seemed a bit concerned as Rachael started to squirm in her seat.

"Y-yeah, just..." Rachael cleared her throat and regained control of herself. "It looks fine, it's healing really quickly. That Stephanie did a really good job." Rachael was surprised she remembered the tattooist's name.

"Oh, it doesn't look infected or dirty?" Leah looked down at her tattoo and Rachael's eyes followed. The consciousness of every speck of dust in the apartment hit her. It was minimal, ridiculously so, but her car was filthy, her cubicle was filthy, they needed cleaned so desperately.

"I uh... I have to get back to work, but your tattoo looks perfectly fine, don't worry about it. Okay?" Rachael was very uneasy now. She needed to get back to work, she needed to find that piece of paper, to clean her cubicle of that horrid mess.

Leah noticed Rachael's uneasiness and started to speak, but Rachael literally ran out the door. The drive back to her office was done in record time, breaking every speed limit and even running a stop sign. She had to control herself from dashing inside the building.

As she entered the main offices, she started to sweat. Everyone was too engrossed in their work to notice she looked almost sick. Rachael spotted a trash can on the way to her cubicle and took it with her. When she entered her cubicle, she became a blur movement and sound.

People started to finally notice what was going on as they heard various long expired memos and useless junk being jammed into a trash can. "Are you alright Rachael?" One of her female coworkers asked as she stood in the doorway and watched in amazement -- not even minding that Rachael didn't seem to hear her.

Rachael became more efficient than a machine at sorting even potentially useful pieces of paper from the truly worthless junk. The hour flew by as Rachael's body was beaded with sweat, but her cubicle was clean. One piece of paper remained on her desk. It was the only piece to not be trashed or sorted correctly, and it only had a single phone number on it. She sighed as she fell back onto her chair.

Finally noticing her coworkers were staring at her, she spoke up. "What, I said I'd find it didn't I?"

"Yeah, it's just... You look really pale, are you sick?" The same female coworker from before spoke a bit uneasily. Rachael was covered in sweat and was breathing heavily. She looked more like she'd run a marathon than cleaned up her cubicle.

"Yeah, I..." Rachael had to take a deep breath. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and her eyes darted across the room. It wasn't enough -- she wasn't done cleaning! The cubicle was clean, but there had to be more. Then, it hit her. Her car! It was a mess and would take a while to clean.

Rachael almost launched out of her chair. "Tell Robert I'm sick, so I went home." She hurried past her coworkers, and before she knew it, she was at her car. Looking around, she tried to find a trash can or some sort of container. Nothing was around as her mind reeled. She needed to clean so desperately, but she couldn't just dump her trash onto the parking lot.

Her car door flew open and the key was in the ignition as she took off like a rocket. She didn't know where she was going -- she didn't really care where she was going as long as she could clean her filthy car.

In some parking lot, she found a trashcan. Rachael gave a sigh of relief as she started cleaning. Getting rid of years of stockpiled junk and trash, she felt her body start to heat up. A solid hour passed before she finished her chore, and she wound up in the drivers seat breathing exhaustedly.

"Fucking hell..." she mumbled to herself. Something was different, even as the sweat beaded all over her body and her chest heaved, she felt... aroused. Rachael's hand slipped under her pants and into her panties. Her lungs suddenly gasped for air as her body reacted much more strongly than she expected.

Rachael looked around a bit nervously. The parking lot was deserted. She hesitated for a second before caressing her clit gently with her thumb. Again, her body responded as if it had been deprived for years -- she took another sharp breath and exhaled a quivering moan. Her fingers started to move slowly as she pushed herself back into the driver's seat.

Her body wouldn't stop trembling as she slowly sped up. Soon, her hips were rocking, and she sounds of passion kept parting her lips. Rachael's fingers seemed almost timid, as if they were learning to explore her for the first time. They pressed deeper in as Rachael's moans became elongated, and her body began to tighten up.

She suffered more teasing from her fingers before they sped up, finally ready to please her. It was almost like someone else was pleasing her, and they were quickly learning all the buttons to press. Rachael's body started to spasm as she stretched out as much as she could in the car. Helplessly squirming, she lost herself into a fog of lust while her fingers kept working diligently. When she felt she couldn't take it anymore, her fingers demanded she bring herself to the brink. And, obediently, she did.

Rachael's voice filled the confined space of her car as she emitted a long drawn out moan, her eyes rolled into her head, her toes clenched in her shoes until they popped, and every muscle in her body tightened up at once. She lay across the front seats as she tried to recover herself. Somehow, she managed to keep her eyes open; even though they felt so heavy.

Sounds of breathing were all that remained as the incapacitated Rachael wasn't capable of making intelligible sounds. The sudden knock at the window caused her to jump up. "Hello? You alright in there?"

Rachael tried to remove her hands from her panties without whoever it was noticing. The blush on her face might give her away, but it was much better than being caught in the act. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." Slowly, Rachael sat up and looked out the window to see Stephanie. In mild shock, she looked to see where she actually was: the tattoo parlor.

"Are you sure?" Stephanie's eye seemed to twinkle as she opened the car door. "You look a bit... hot." The emphasis on the last word forced Rachael to think Stephanie was well aware of what just happened.

The blush on Rachael's face grew darker as she got out of the car. "I just cleaned my car, and well... it needed a lot of cleaning." Her voice was wavy and uncertain. Rachael didn't mind that she had gotten a bit of relief, but she wasn't the kind that liked to get caught.

"Well, come on and get a drink; no one's here at the moment." Stephanie smiled as she led Rachael into the tattoo parlor and into the room where Leah had gotten her tattoo. Rachael was left alone for a few seconds, and she took the time to look at all the pictures. There was no doubt that Stephanie was very accomplished, but Rachael couldn't figure out why she had decided to become a tattoo artist of all things.

"So, what were you doing out in my parking lot in the middle of the day? Want a tattoo? Or are you just here visiting?" The smile on the tattooist's lips seemed more like a cat's every second. Rachael started to get nervous as she looked at the woman. Why had she come here of all places?

For a few seconds, Rachael was silent. Her mind was overheating as it tried to make connections. "Why have I been cleaning so much?" she thought, "I would never do this normally, but since yesterday I haven't been able to help myself..." Rachael decided she would rather take a crazy guess than sit here wondering for all time.

She felt odd every time she looked at Leah's tattoo. It was silly to think for a second the tattoo could cause her to start cleaning, but there was no harm in asking. "So... this might sound crazy, but... does anyone come in saying their tattoos do weird things?"

"'Weird things?'" Stephanie's smile just kept growing. "Like...?"

"Well... whenever I look at Leah's tattoo, I seem to have this compulsive urge to start cleaning." Rachael looked around. Hearing it out loud made it seem crazier.

"...really?" The tattooist's was obviously trying to hold in laughter..

"It does! I swear!" Now Rachael felt like a raving lunatic. This was silly.

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "How could a tattoo possibly make you want to start cleaning?"

"Well..." Rachael looked away; a blush started to form on her face.

"Maybe you've just been cleaning because you've needed to? Some of that pent up spring cleaning urge or something?" Rachael looked at the floor. She almost never cleaned, maybe part of her was just getting tired of it?

"You're right. I'm just being stupid." She sighed as she tried to avoid eye contact. "Leah's tattoo doesn't glow or anything, it's just a normal tattoo."

Stephanie smirked. "Hey, I'm not busy, and you look like you need to do something impulsive to get this cleaning thing out of your system. How about a tattoo, it'll be free." She winked as Rachael finally looked up.

"I don't know..." Rachael had wanted to get a tattoo, and if she didn't have to pay for it, it was all the better.

"Look through this book. I think you'll see something that'll stick out, and then you can decide, alright?" Stephanie retrieved a familiar white binder and handed it to Rachael.

Rachael had flipped through the book with Leah before, but this time it was different. The tattoos all meant something, their design screamed it. Relaxing a bit, she eventually sat in the chair and kept looking through the book. Stephanie was already preparing her tattoo gun. Minutes passed and not a word was said between them, but Rachael stumbled on a particularly interesting tattoo.

"Oh, that one? It suits you. One of those tattoos that belongs on the chest. Purple would look nice."

"Well then, it's best to live on the edge. Let's do it." Rachael didn't hesitate to take her shirt off and pointed above her right breast. "Right here will work, right?"

Stephanie couldn't help but chuckle at Rachael's eagerness. "That'll be perfect." Rachael braced herself as the tattoo gun neared her skin. She thought it was going to hurt a lot more, but the feeling wasn't too bad. A hand to grab onto would make things better, but it was bearable.

The tattoo was done quickly, and Stephanie covered it up the same way as Leah's. "Do I need to repeat myself, or you think you got it?"

"No, I know how to take care of it." She put her shirt back on, feeling emboldened by the experience. "Thanks for this, really. You didn't have to."

"Oh, no problem. It was fun, come back soon, okay?" Stephanie smiled. "There are a lot of other cool tattoos that would look just great on you."

Rachael wasn't sure about that, but she couldn't wait to show Leah the tattoo she had gotten.

Leah sighed as she polished drinking glasses. She wished she had something better to occupy herself with, but she had finished all the books in the house, television was the equivalent of a pacifier, and the house was spotless. If she wasn't busy accomplishing something, she wasn't happy.

The door opened several hours before she was expecting it to, and she prepared to scold Rachael for ditching work. "Hey, I got a tattoo today." Rachael spoke before Leah could. "It's pretty cute, you want to see it?"

"No, I'm more wondering why you--" Rachael pulled the neck of her shirt down along with a small bandage, and Leah's eyes focused on the ink on Rachael's skin. It was a simple design -- just a squiggly line. At first, anyways. As Leah kept looking, she started to realize it wasn't just a squiggly line. It looked like the outline of a woman lying down. A rather curvaceous woman.

"Neat, huh?" Rachael covered the tattoo with her shirt, causing Leah to snap out of it.

"You... ah... what was I going to say...?" Leah tried to think, but it just didn't seem worth it. She would much rather just relax on the couch and watch television. Her head felt a little dull, but it was pleasant for things to slow down a bit.

"Hell if I know, but, hey, I'm tired. I think I'm going to go lie on my bed for a while." Rachael sounded tired, and she certainly looked tired. Leah just nodded as she tried to think of what she was going to do.

After Rachael left to her own room, Leah couldn't help but be drawn to hers. She stripped out of all of her clothes except her panties before diving into her closet. She found a white t-shirt and put it on, stretching a bit before walking to the front room. The couch welcomed her happily as she lay in front of the television for a while, watching soap opera reruns to keep herself mildly occupied.

Time passed and she relaxed and did absolutely nothing. It felt great. Eventually, she got up and wandered into Rachael's room. Rachael's head lifted off her pillow before she suddenly sat up and looked at Leah with very curious eyes. "Leah? What are you doing?"

Leah wasn't entirely sure, but she didn't want to think about it too hard. Instead, she just said the first thing that came to her mind. "We should cuddle." She approached the bed, ignoring Rachael's obvious confusion.

"Are you alright?" Rachael asked a bit concerned.

Leah didn't even bother to reply as her arms wrapped around Rachael's neck. They both fell to the bed, a passive look of peace and relaxation on Leah's face while a look of concern was obvious in Rachael's. It was wonderful for Leah. Normally, she didn't have full contact with many people, but just hanging around Rachael's neck and using her warmth felt magnificent. They lay there for hours.

Eventually, Rachael's tired body needed sleep, and Leah's mind was very willing to accept a sleep of her own. They dozed off in each others arms. Strange dreams visited Leah. She was another woman in the dream, beautiful, sexy, and in control. Women attended to her needs as she lounged, letting others do all the work.

The dream faded away as Leah's eyes opened. Rachael's eyes looked directly back into hers and both of them realized what had happened. They both blinked several times, not quite sure how they ended up in each others arms for an entire night.

Even more distressing was that Leah's panties were soaked, and Leah's crotch was pressed against Rachael's leg.