One Day At The Office
By Sally Slut (ok, I have borrowed a bit here and there...)
Sitting at my desk at the office, trying to focus on anything remotely job-related. Yeah, right, like that's going to happen.
It's all but impossible, my thoughts are all about you, about last night, oh my god, I had no idea, never before. It was so intense, so passionate, I am a different girl now, you have changed me, in a single night.
I can't even sit still for God's sake, I get up and check myself in the bathroom mirror time and again, perfecting my makeup, making sure every curl is in the right position. I want to look perfect, I want to look the way I feel, beautiful, sexual, alive.
For you.
Not that you will come and see me at the office, you do not even know where I work, but what if you came through that door right now? Just the thought of it makes me all warm.
Does it show? Can people tell I was fucked breathless last night? It has to show, it has to be obvious to anyone that anyone with eyes. And I have received a couple of curious glances. That guy in the elevator that almost seems to be waiting for me there, he is always checking me out and doing a lousy job of trying to make it look like he is not, and me trying not to notice, didn't he look at me in a special way this morning? And the other girls here, surely they can tell.
Sounds I have never heard before, like the sexy rustling of my stay-ups every time I change position. You told me stockings and high heels are a must for a woman, a sexy woman. I totally understand what you mean, I can see it through your eyes. No more pantyhose, no more baggy pants for this girl.
Sitting with my legs crossed, the shoe dangling off my foot, removing and entering my foot into it, having seen it in movies, not until now realizing that men find it sexy. When we sit our legs are quite useless, except for showing off. I am showing off now, wanting every man to look at me, desire me, thinking about having passionate sex with me.
Suddenly the phone rings and I am forced to wake up from my wet day dream, is it you? Just one word and I promise I would leave everything right away and run to you. To your strong arms. To your overpowering eyes.
But no. It is my boss, wanting to discuss something I have been working on, something that should be ready soon, omg, was it today?
I scurry to his room, clip-clopping on the hard floor, quickly but gracefully, stopping in front of him at his desk. He is looking busy, powerful, sexy. Sexy? Oh no, where did that come from? What is happening to me? He is my boss, much older than me, like my father I guess, 40, 50 something, slightly over-weight. Sexy? Attractive? Not yesterday and not any other day before that. But today, yes.
He takes a long look at me. Surely he can see it. He is experienced, he knows what effect he has on women, used to get what he wants. He can see right through me. Why has he never made a move on me? I have never looked at him this way before, I wonder if his cock is as long and thick as yours. Standing straight and proud, hard like rock, exuding power. What if he asked me right now to go down on my knees and blow him...
Oh god, what am I thinking? That is totally inappropriate, in every way. Focus Sally, focus! I am not that kind of girl.
"Presentation", "PowerPoint", "important customer", "tomorrow". I believe I get it. He gets silent and I try with a "Yes Sir". He is a "Sir". My boss, my superior. Definitely a Sir.
