The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers:
* graphic descriptions of sexual activity
* seduction by artificial/magical means
* spelling errors
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Paul Anteros was running late. Again. If he had some luck with the traffic lights, however, there was a small chance he could make it to work on time. Fortunately most people were still home in bed on that cold, dark February morning. Paul pushed his Honda past 50 on a deserted side street and hoped for the best.
Suddenly something streaked through his headlights! Paul slammed on the brakes and turned hard to the left, but whatever it was disappeared behind the front of his car. What the hell was that?! Paul slowly pried his fingers off the steering wheel and put the car in park. It had looked like ... a fat, naked kid? Did he just run over some kid?
"Oh, shitohshitohshit," Paul scrambled out of his seat and rushed to the front of the car. "Are you okay?" he called out before realizing there was no one there. Paul walked around the car twice, but didn't see anyone, naked or otherwise. When he got down on his hands and knees to look underneath the car, all he saw was a miniature bow and a tiny quiver of arrows lying on the pavement.
"Hello," he called doubtfully. "Is anyone there?" He searched up and down the block, but after 20 minutes he started to wonder if he'd imagined the whole thing. After all, how many naked kids were out playing in the road on a winter morning? It had to be less than 15 degrees!
No, Paul decided, he had definitely imagined the kid in the street. Flesh and blood children do not just disappear into thin air, no matter how hard you hit them with a Honda Civic. The bow was a mystery, but he would have to figure that out later. Right now, he was definitely late for work.
Once he arrived at his office, Paul scurried through rows of cubicles with his head down. If he could just get to his desk without being noticed, he would be ok. When he finally ducked into his own cube and dropped the tiny bow and arrows onto his desk he thought he had made it.
"Hendricks was looking for you," announced a nasal voice from across the aisle. It was Paul's neighbor, Wayne the systems analyst. "She looked pissed."
"Shit," Paul swore under his breath. Sharon Hendricks was his supervisor and the last person he wanted to talk to. "That's all I need."
"Have car trouble this morning, Mr. Anteros?" a tall, slim woman in a conservative brown pant suit appeared in the doorway of Paul's cubicle. Her black hair was peppered with gray and pulled back in a tight bun. Wayne the systems analyst grabbed a stack of papers from his desk and scurried off.
"Ms. Hendricks!" Paul exclaimed, "I was just ..."
"Your latest TPS reports were to be on my desk at close of business yesterday," she glared down at Paul. "Where are they?"
"Right," Paul sputtered, "I am nearly ..."
"And what on Earth is this?" Hendricks grabbed one of the arrows from the tiny quiver. It was a vibrant red with a heart-shaped arrowhead. "Some sort of Valentine's Day nonsense, I suppose."
"Yeah," Paul shrugged.
"Actually this looks quite sharp," she poked at the tip of the arrow with a finger. "It may be a violation of the company's weapon policy. I'm going to have to report..." Right before his eyes, the arrow vanished! One moment Hendricks was gently tapping the tip of the arrow with one manicured finger, the next moment there was nothing but a shower of glittering sparks. Those quickly faded.
"What the hell?" Paul sat up in his chair. He looked around on the floor, but the arrow was nowhere to be seen. When he looked back at his supervisor, she was watching him with an uncharacteristic smile on her severe features.
"Mr. Anteros," she breathed, "have I told you how irresistible you are?"
"Uhh, no. Not in so many words."
"Oh, you are," Hendricks sidled toward Paul, putting one leg to each side of his office chair. She ran her fingers through his hair and then lowered herself onto his lap. "So totally irresistible."
"Uhh. Thanks," he croaked. What the hell had gotten into her?
"I can't believe I didn't notice it before," she lightly caressed his face.
"Guess you just never know," he shrugged. Was she going to kiss him? Paul had worked for Sharon Hendricks for nearly five years. By every indication she couldn't stand him, yet now she was perched on his lap and gazing longingly into his eyes. Did it have something to do with that strange arrow?
She quickly popped off Paul's lap and looked up and down the aisle. "Come to my office," she instructed and grabbed him by the hand. She whirled around and marched off, dragging Paul behind her.
In her office, Sharon let go of Paul's hand and whipped off her suit jacket. "Shut the door," she whispered urgently and began to unbutton her blouse. Paul did as instructed. When he turned back, Hendricks was on top of him. She pressed her long, lean body against Paul, pinning him against the back of the door. Her lips locked onto his, frantically drawing him in.
Paul has never considered whether he was attracted to Sharon Hendricks or not -- he was too busy being afraid of her. She was all hard angles and straight lines; not at all what usually appealed to him. There was no denying her passion, however, and he found himself responding. He kissed her back, trying to match her eagerness. His lips parted and allowed her searching tongue into his mouth. He had no idea what was going on, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.
"Come this way," Hendricks broke away. She led him around her commanding, solid wood desk. Sharon's unbuttoned blouse hung open, revealing a simple, white bra and the tight, undulating muscles of her midsection. Obviously she exercised with the same obsessive intensity that she used in her career.
"Wow," Paul slipped his hands inside her blouse. "You're really buff."
"Do you think so?" Hendricks smiled. "I work hard at it, but I never let anyone see me. Usually."
"You should! Get a teeny tiny bikini. Hang out by the pool in the fitness ... " Paul trailed off as Hendricks slowly sank down to her knees in front of him.
"No," she shook her head and unbuckled his belt, "my body is only for you."
"Ok," Paul mumbled. Sharon slowly and deliberately unfastened his pants then hooked her hands into his waist band. She pulled his Dockers along with his boxer shorts down to the floor. His erection sprang free and pointed out straight in front of him. Hendricks wasted no time wrapping her hand around his shaft and guiding him into her warm mouth.
"Ohhh," Paul moaned. Never in a million years would he have imagined Sharon Hendricks sucking cock, much less his own cock. This day was full of surprises.
