Luckily he is off-site at a meeting most of the day. I can relax and take my time with my work. I decide to stroll over to see what Evaleen is up to. Opening the door to HR I witness a very altered Evaleen for her face is red. Her head is nodding wildly with giggles escaping her mouth that sound hysterical.
Stepping further inside I observe Edgar Mimir sitting in her office. Ahh, that explains everything. That man turns her into a lovesick schoolgirl the moment he enters the room.
"That is a brilliant idea Mr. Mimir." She shrieks.
He's rising from the chair and heading to the door, nodding and winking to me as he goes.
"I'm glad you think so, Evaleen. Please, I've told you a hundred times call me Edgar. I'll have my assistant, John, email you the details. It's been a pleasure, Evaleen, as always. Nice to see you, Morgana. I'm glad Henrik hasn't destroyed your will to live just yet."
"Not just yet, but I have contacted a few people about making him disappear."
He chuckles and I notice a cackle coming from Evaleen causing me to shake my head in shame.
"Is that why he isn't here today? I promise if the police question me I won't breathe a word, Morgana." Edgar winks again and Evaleen gives a sigh.
"Unfortunately no, he just has an off-site meeting so he will be back this afternoon. In the meantime I thought I would break out the champagne with my friend here and enjoy the calm."
"You do that. Wish I could stay and have fun with you ladies but John would have my balls in a vice if I deviated from his schedule."
He waves goodbye and strolls out the door. I turn to Evaleen and witness her collapse onto her chair. She looks like someone just switched off the fan of a wacky-waving inflatable tube man that guards car dealerships or gas stations.
"Oh God Drake! Why am I such an idiot around him?"
I stride over and neatly place myself in the seat that moments ago held her crush's ass cheeks. It is still warm.
"Because he's gorgeous and charming and has an ass begging to be squeezed."
Evaleen raises her head, but lays it back down on the desk, face down.
"You noticed too. I'm a smart woman with discerning tastes so I should know better than be attracted to the male slut of the year. Ugg! Well at least I don't fantasize about a total asshole like Payne."
"Hey! I am sitting here trying to make you feel better and you call out my stupid; not nice Bechmann."
She raises her head and finally sits up, almost completely back to her usual secure self.
"I know I'm sorry. Payne is crazy sexy I will admit that. For that reason alone I understand your attraction. Let's start a club. We can call it Smart Women for Idiot Men or SWIM."
Nodding my head I stand and come to sit on the edge of her desk.
"That's really good. You just thought of that?"
Evaleen scrunches her face and shakes her head.
"Not really. The idea has been brewing for a while. But, I figured we could have a support group so to speak and meet every Thursday for cocktails."
"Oh I really like that. I'll invite Aria. She sort of qualifies. She has one night stands with idiot men. How about Grace? She's in love with Mr. Payne."
Evaleen shakes her head and frowns.
"No! No crazies allowed. I think Grace is sweet if not naive but she is also a bit touched. She's like a fart: funny, but best kept at a distance."
I laugh and nod. Poor Grace. I wish some guy would sweep her off her feet so she can understand healthy love. Jeez, I'm a hypocrite. Here I am judging her for liking Payne and I'm the same way.
"Perhaps she will grow out of it. I've got to get back. You want to get lunch? We can plan out where the meeting is to be held."
Looking up I see Evaleen starting to type on her keyboard as she nods. As I rise I snag my thigh highs on her desk. Nimbly I try to unhook my stockings from the wood desk, but manage to make a huge run in it.
"Yeah, we can go to the Taqueria down the block, say noon? I'll come find you."
I hobble toward the door trying to stop the tear from moving down my leg.
"Sounds good. Hey do you have any nail polish or hairspray?" I stop right before the door and glance back at Evaleen.
"No, sorry can't help."
She resumes her typing as I walk through the door. Briskly I make my way back to my desk. Once there I try my best to undo the garter from my stockings but it's stuck. Realizing I will have to hike up my skirt and bend at an odd angle to see what is going on, I decide to take my work into the bathroom.
Walking over to the ladies room I try to push open the door but it won't budge. It's a multi-stall room so it shouldn't be locked. I pound my fist on the door.
"Sorry, it's being cleaned. Come back in fifteen minutes." I hear a female voice coming from inside.
Great, in fifteen minutes the Brooks Bomb will go off and I don't want to be anywhere near here. Ken Brooks, our CFO has a regularly scheduled appointment at eleven o’clock every day with the men's bathroom to release the Kraken from his butt. My desk is conveniently located mere feet from ground zero of the fragrant destruction. I always make myself scarce from my desk while he takes his leave.
Praying no one is in the men's bathroom I slip inside and tiptoe into a stall. Bending down I don't see any feet under the metal partitions so I start to get to work. Suddenly I hear the bathroom door swing open right as I have my skirt hem gathered in the clutches of my teeth. I quickly spit out the fabric and as quietly as possible hop up on the stall begging silently that Brooks hasn't started the meeting early.
The door next to me opens and there is a distinct sound of a zipper. After some shuffling I hear a sigh. Bringing my ear close I wait for the sound of urine hitting water but what happens next shocks me more than a Brooks assault.
"Oh Morgana."
Oh. My. God. It's Mr. Payne. Jesus, he knows I'm in here, but how?
I'm about to step off the toilet when I hear more shuffling.
"God what I want to fucking do to you Morgana. Oh fuck, that's right put your pretty pouty lips over my cock. God I love your dirty mouth."
I freeze. If I were a cartoon my eyes would pop out of my head at least twenty feet in front of me. The rustling sound is increasing in volume as I come to the realization my boss is jacking off to me in the office bathroom.
Chapter 17 - THE Jackoff...
It is confirmed. The sounds coming from Mr. Payne's stall indicates he is indeed masturbating while fantasizing about me. I am kind of turned on right now. I mean, it's weird he is doing it at work, but to know he thinks of me like that when I'm not around ... yeah, I like it.
Mr. Payne is starting to groan with a few curse words here and there. I can feel my leg begin to cramp so I try to adjust my position. With stealth like ninja moves I manage to sit on the toilet seat and hug my knees to keep my feet from showing. I fist pump the air for my nimble awesomeness.
"That's it baby, take all I have to give you."
Damn he's making me wet. I want to just go over to his stall and swing open the door to tell him to take me right here. But I don't because it's the office bathroom, he's my boss and most importantly he has a fucking girlfriend. Oh wait, that's right she means more to him than a girlfriend!
If this is true why is he spanking the monkey while thinking of me? Now I feel sorry for Tiffany. As much as I still want to think of her as a money grabbing skank, it's awful she is dating a man who cheats on her and thinks of someone else while climbing mount baldy.
I almost want to invite her to the SWIM meets. Oh! I like that, SWIM meet. I can be so clever sometimes.
The rustling slows and then I hear, "Oh fuck! God I want to fuck you! Oh God Morgana!"
Silence. A moment later the door to the bathroom swings open and another male voice grumbles. Oh shit, Ken Brooks. No!
I can hear Mr. Payne pulling up his zipper and then a flush before he exits. Finally there is water running.
"Oh hello Mr. Payne. Nice day we're having. Not used to seeing the sun
until March. Ha. Ha." Mr. Brooks' voice comes loud and clear most likely the final words I will hear before my impending doom.
"Yup, lots of sun. I need to run. Have a bunch of paperwork to catch up on."
After the water is turned off there is some footsteps shuffling and then the door to the bathroom creaks. Just in time for the stall on the other side of me to close. There is more zipper noise, a burp, a fart, then an even longer fart and finally an "Ahhh".
What happens next I'd like to say is a miracle. I would like to say he urinates, flushes, washes his hands and then leaves, but I would be lying. He stays and poops and then shits again. Finally dumping what I can only assume is the contents of a refrigerator that's been left open for a month.
My eyes burn and I just want to curl up into the fetal position and rock myself away from this atrocious nightmare. The contents of my stomach (a partially digested everything bagel with cream cheese and coffee) begins to gurgle and beg for freedom.
After fifteen of the most repulsive minutes of my life Ken Brooks vacates the bathroom. Immediately I jump off the toilet and turn myself around in time to throw up the everything of that bagel. Weakly I walk to the sink and try to wash away the unclean, both imaginary and real.
When I finally get back to my desk I throw myself into the chair and lay my head on the table. A moment later I hear a tapping sound. Opening my eyes I see a hand pressing against the desk in front of my eyes.
"Ms. Drake."
I shoot upright and gaze hazily up to see Mr. Payne frowning at me.
"Is this how you spend your day when you think I am not in the office? Just lying around!"
My mouth refuses to open so I can only shake my head in response.
"The meetings for today got canceled, so looks like I'm going to be here the rest of the day. Come inside my office I need to go over some things with you."
He heads back towards his office door.
"What like you came inside the bathroom?" I mumble under my breath. He stops at the door frame and turns to me. Oh, God did he hear me?
"What did you say?"
"Uh ... let me just run to the bathroom first."
His brow crinkles as he nods, "Okay."
I race over to the lavatory and open it. The smell of the Brooks Bomb still pungent despite the cement wall separating the two rooms and the time lapse. I stay in the Women's restroom for as long as I can stand then leave to head to Mr. Payne's office.
Taking my seat I look up into his eyes and smirk. My lips crinkle because I know. I am wise to the lust he has for me. There is a game we are playing and I hold the winning card but he has no idea I have it. This is going to be fun!
I lean back in the chair as he gazes over at me.
"Are you feeling alright Ms. Drake? You look pale and you have a funny expression on your face."
"Oh I'm fine Mr. Payne. One hundred percent grade A beef ... fine! In fact I think I'm a little hot. Do I look hot to you Mr. Payne?"
I pull at my blouse to fan myself and then start to unfasten a few buttons. If some of my sea foam green lace bra happens to flash him then it's totally my fault because I hold the cards! Ha! Ha!
"Ms. Drake what are you doing?" I see his hand slip down to his lap and it might just be grazing his cock. I can't be sure of that as there is a giant desk in the way, but it does look like it.
"I was in the bathroom a little while ago."
"I know you asked to use it before we had this meeting." He's shaking his head at me and smirks.
"No, before."
What am I doing? Seriously I am giving my golden ticket away. I am just so bad at this. This is why I can't play board games. Anytime I have an advantage I get too excited and ruin it for myself.
His eyelids lower in confusion but then widen at the realization of what I am saying.
"The women's bathroom you mean, right Ms. Drake?"
I shake my head, "No the men's. The women's restroom was being cleaned so I had to use the men's. You know the one where you wanted me to take all of your cock."
He coughs and turns his head away staring at the plant in the corner.
Chapter 18 - THE Confrontation...
It's been a full minute of complete silence. Mr. Payne just glares at that stupid plant. Okay, that plant isn't stupid; in fact I don't even think it has a brain. I'm just taking my anger out on the shrubbery and it has been through enough lately. Finally he turns to look at me.
"I'm sorry Ms. Drake. That should never have happened."
I push my hands into the air and start blinking again. Perhaps I have a nervous tic.
"That's it? Just sorry. No explanation, no anything at all?"
He brings the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubs.
"What do you want me to say?"
I stand and walk over to him. Henrik turns his chair toward me and starts to get up but I push him back down. My finger digs into his chest as I get in his face.
"That you want me. That you need to break up with your girlfriend or whatever she is to you. I want you to stop fucking with me."
His eyes darken as he grips my finger firmly and yanks. I lose my balance and land on his legs. He pushes me down so I am lying across his lap, my ass in the air. His hands make quick work of my situation as he hitches up my skirt.
Henrik groans as his fingers spread across my ass and grope. I push back, not because I want to get up but because I want more.
"Yes I want you Morgana. No I don't need to break up with anyone since I am not in a steady relationship. As for fucking you well ..." His voice trails off but is replaced with the sound of skin being slapped and I feel the sharp burn that accompanies it.
I have never been spanked before. It doesn't hurt like I thought it might, just stings ever so slightly but after there is a rush of pleasure that spreads over me. I whimper and start to grind into his legs.
"You like that my dirty girl. You want more don't you?"
"Yes." My voice is husky as I strain to get the word out.
Another slap to my other ass cheek comes and after he rubs it with his hand. A few more before I start to moan. His fingers skim to the edge of the lace and curve down under until he is pushing them inside me.
"Fucking Christ Morgana, you are so wet."
I start to gyrate again before he removes his fingers. After a moment he shifts to reach his other hand under my panties and deep inside my sex. As fast as they plunge inside the fingers are gone and I wonder what he is doing. Does he want to finger me or not and if so with what hand?
My question is quickly answered with his dripping fingers sliding across my lips and easing into my mouth. This is also something new to me, tasting myself. Books always describe it as sweet, but it's not. It's spicy and a bit salty but I am utterly aroused sucking on them.
"Taste how stunning you are."
I swirl my tongue around his fingers and moan my response. The fingers muffle my cries as he spanks me again and again and again. The slight burn is starting to increase to a raw ache even as his hands glide over my ass to soothe it.
"Get up."
Henrik drops his fingers from my mouth following his order. I rise to my feet and watch as he places the glistening fingers into his mouth. As his eyes travel up my body his other hand grips the large swelling between his thighs and starts to stroke.
"So are you just going to sit there and come in your pants or what?" I put my hands on my hips irritated yet immensely turned on by his posture.
Narrowing his gaze Henrik stops what he is doing and stands. He grabs my hips with force, spins me around and pins my legs to the desk. His hand creeps around my body and curls about my neck and jaw forcing my head back.
So, this is how I die. I knew my mouth would get me killed one day and this is it. My boss strangling me at his desk. Well, at least I am not alone with cats eating away at my dead body for survival like I envisioned.
"You and that smart mouth of yours Ms. Drake." His tongue slips around my ear and down my neck c
ausing my nipples to go on high alert.
"So is that your thing Mr. Payne? A dirty girl with a smart mouth?"
Why can't I stop? "For the love of god Morgana you are just asking to die now," my Brain pipes up.
"A little too late Brain. By the way where have you been? I have been floundering without you."
Squinting her squiggly eyes at me and she shrugs, "I warned you last time if you didn't listen to me you were on your own. This is all on you. I'm just sitting back eating popcorn now taking a much needed stay-cation. By the way, you put on one hell of a show."
Henrik's other hand reaches up from my hip to slip into the front of my blouse and lace bra to cup my breast. He kneads and pinches my nipple causing me to squirm into his very erect groin.
"You're my thing Morgana." His deep voice vibrating across my neck sending shivers down my body.
That is when my mouth decides it might as well go down in flames and take me along for the ride. I blame my Brain for all this by the way, she should be here to help no matter what I say or do. I can hear her chuckling, and watch aghast as she grabs another handful of popcorn.
"Then show me Henrik."
You see what my mouth does to me! I hate you mouth. Hate you.
"Oh, The feeling is quite mutual Morgana. With Miss Prissy Brain out of the way I can finally get you back for all the times you forced me on some highly dubious dicks, not to mention a few of their mouths." My Mouth informs with a curved smile that belongs only on an evil villain from the 1930s.
There is a sense of loss and cold as Henrik's hand leaves my breast. I can feel him doing something with his pants and hear his zipper. Pushing my legs apart he brushes my panties aside and rubs the tip of his cock over my drenched lips.
"Is this what you want Morgana?" Henrik leans in to my ear grinding his dick between my thighs as his hand returns to my breast.
I'm about to answer when the door swings open.
"Hey Drake. I'm ready for lunch now. Sor ..." Evaleen stands at the entrance with her mouth wide and her eyes even larger. Both Henrik and I stop moving and I also stop breathing.
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