"Some people!!! Grrr..." I growled, slamming the phone down, causing a coworker or two to look at me with fear and worry. It was my hundredth call of the morning, and it wasn't pleasant. No, not at all. Computer users can be such IDIOTS sometimes, I mused to myself. I was struggling with a network project, but kept getting sidetracked by the phone constantly ringing on my desk.
This last call didn't make things any better. A user was having problems sending out a particular email. I went through the gamut of questions. "When did you start having this problem?" "Is it a work related email?" Blah, blah, blah. After ten minutes of the Q and A, I succeeded only at receiving a pounding headache from the idiocy that invaded my earspace. I patiently informed the customer that it was company policy to not send personal mail out through our email system. According to the bitch, it was "unacceptable" that she could not email her son who was away at college.
Ten more minutes, and she became increasingly irate. Did I say the headache was pounding? At this point, it felt like a thousand tiny gnomes where making steady progress of wearing away the inside of my skull with pick axes and jackhammers. I wanted off the phone. NEEDED to hang up before I exploded. It was also against company policy to dish out the sort of abuse we receive on the help desk, I rolled my eyes.
Speaking of the company, it was unnecessary for any of us on the help desk to work over time since we had on-call staff for any after hours emergency. But this time it looked like I was going to be pulling over time. It was mandatory that I had my project completed by the next morning. It was already three o'clock, and I was barely halfway through it. Picking up the phone, I heaved a heavy sigh as I dialed your office number.
"Hey, baby, it's me. Eh, it's fine. No one's found themselves on the business end of my scissors yet, so I guess it's okay. How's your day?" I listened while you recounted the small pieces of excitement that happened around you, smiling to myself. I loved listening to you talk. I started to squirm in my chair as the temperature in the office seemed to rise. You always seem to have that effect on me.
"Sweetie, listen, about tonight. Yeah, I'm going to have to take a rain check. It's this damned project. So, I don't know what time I'm going to be home tonight. Uh huh. Yeah. Okay. Aaaawwwww... Miss you too, baby. I'll give you a call later on. Hopefully I can get this mess finished up pretty quickly and without distractions." I blew a kiss to you over the phone and said my byes before hanging up.
The next two hours went by faster than I thought they would. Before I knew it, coworkers passed by my desk, wishing me a good night. Looking up from my project, I smiled and waved to each one leaving, then turned back to my task at hand. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the last coworker left the office, turning off the majority of lights. That left me in my own little oasis of lights at the back of the office. Picking the bottle of Advil up, I dumped two out onto my palm, slamming them back with a shot of coffee. That should take care of the headache.
I rested my head in my hands, elbows on my desk, willing the headache to go away. After five minutes, it seemed the pain was going to break. The pressure started easing up finally. Looking around my desk, I started getting back to work on that stupid project.
It became clear that I might get done with this job early enough tonight afterall. It had been almost a week since I last saw you, and I was just dying for your touch, your smile. With that thought in mind, I started rolling along with the task at hand. Before I knew it, two and a half hours had gone by.
Looking at my progress, I smiled to myself. I was more than eighty percent done. The rest was smooth sailing. I stood up to stretch, lifting my arms high overhead while arching my back. Kicking my shoes off, I sat back down and started back in on my work. I was soon startled by the phone ringing. In that quiet office, my lone phone sounded like a damned fire alarm.
Picking up the receiver, I gave my usual greeting through force of habit. A smile spread itself across my face when I heard your voice on the other end. "I bet my Princess is getting hungry right now, isn't she?" you tease.
Following along with the script, I put on my best pout and said, "I sure as hell am. Now if only I knew of a Prince who would be so kind as to bring me Chinese, I'd be a very happy girl." We continue to chat, and it started to register that your voice sounded a little odd to me. But I pushed it out of my mind and started rambling on, happy knowing you were on the other end of the phone line.
A picnic basket filled with steamy Chinese goodness suddenly materialized on my desk, causing me to squeal with surprise. Your wicked chuckles sent delicious shivers down my spine. Kissing me on top of my head, you grabbed another chair and sat on the other side of my desk. Judging from the looks I was throwing at you, that was a wise decision.
Still smiling wickedly, you looked as though you were proud of yourself for giving me such a start. Pulling out the food, you chuckled, saying, "I'm sorry, darlin. I was in the mood to surprise you. I tell you, it wasn't easy coming up in that damned elevator while still on the phone. Thankfully you really LIKE to hear yourself talk."
At that last statement, my jaw dropped. "Hmmph!" was my only verbal response as I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from my desk. You so loved it when I played the brat role. It always gave you a damned good excuse to spank me, which both of us happened to like immensely.
The scent of roast pork wafted up to my nose, and my stomach started to growl. Before I could contain myself, I was already tearing into the sweet and sour pork, mumbling a belated thank you. We ate our meal in silence, stealing little glances at each other every once in a while.
A half hour later, we were tossing the remains of dinner in the trash. Both completely full for the moment. "Now, if you don't mind, I have just a little bit left to go, then we can be out of here in about forty five minutes, hour tops," I said as I watched you wander around the other desks.
You smile innocently at me and say, "Sure, babe. You won't even know I'm here." Then you wander off to the darker reaches of the office.
"Heh. That's what I'm afraid of," I mumble to myself, then turn to concentrate on the work at hand. Another half an hour and two more Advil later I was finished. I jumped up from my chair, squealing in abashed triumph, shouting to you that I was done. My triumph was short-lived however. When no answer came back to me from the empty office, I assumed you had gone ahead home. Sulking, I put all my paperwork away and cleaned off my desk.
A pen rolled away off my desk, and I bent to pick it up. A split second later, I felt a stinging slap on my ass. I jumped up, shrieking and turning quickly on my heels. You stood there, giving me your usual cocky grin, arms folded over your chest. "That's for being such a brat earlier." I pouted, rubbing my ass as you slowly moved closer.
I noticed something dangling from your left hand and looked closer. Phone chords. You dropped them into a chair and grabbed my wrist, planting a hard kiss square on my lips. Before I had a chance to respond, you ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. The cool air on my almost naked breasts sent shivers down my spine.
Growling in my ear, your fingers slide down the zipper of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor as you pushed me backwards against my desk. My bared ass touched the hard, cold metal, making me jump. In a heartbeat, you had my bra draped over my coworker's desk. In another, you turned me and bent me over my desk.
Breathing hard, I fought off the rising swell of panic. I knew what you were going to do, but that didn't disturb me. You've tied me up before, and I fully trusted you. It was the WHERE that had my mind reeling. It was always one of your fantasies, and now that you had the opportunity, you weren't going to let it slip past you.
You slapped me on the ass, telling me to spread my arms above my head. I tried to protest and get up, but was punished (rewarded?) with your hand in the middle of my back and a sharp slap to the ass again. Quickly, I obeyed, spreading my arms across the desk. Giving me a warning slap, you told me to stay just like that.
