Special thanks to CWatson for all the advice.
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She opened her eyes slowly, her vision getting clearer with each blink. The early morning light streaming in through the windows made her head throb, and she immediately regretted however much she'd had to drink the night before. Gradually her head stopped spinning enough for her to realize this wasn't her bed, and she had absolutely no idea where she was.
"Great, just what I needed." She sighed. Yesterday she had been so optimistic, but it seemed that everything had gone as wrong as it possibly could.
She thought back to all the events that had led to that moment.
The morning before, Julia had woken up in her small apartment as usual. She had followed her regular Saturday morning routine of cooking breakfast before drawing a hot bath. As the water had flowed over her skin she had thought about the night ahead, and the possibilities it held.
For the past three months, Julia had been working at a small but popular political magazine. Her marketing degree was finally being put to use, and she proudly called herself the Assistant Director of Advertising. A fairly impressive title for a twenty-four year old, but it was less remarkable considering the advertising department consisted of her and one other person.
Julia was in charge of finding new clients and convincing them to buy ad space, while her partner Marilynn schmoozed existing clients into staying on and buying more. The job meant she spent a lot of time on the phone quoting prices and making exaggerated claims, but it held her interest. And even if it didn't, there was plenty more around the office to keep her occupied.
Though it had a staff of just under twenty people, the magazine had more than its fair share of attractive men. Being only one of two women in the office certainly had its advantages, as Marilynn was sure to point out during the orientation session.
"Welcome! Your desk is here, the break room is there, and the bathrooms are just around there. Now that we have all that out of the way, let me introduce you to the guys." Julia had gotten the feeling she was going to like Marilynn: she was in her early fifties with bleach blonde hair and a passion for leopard print clothes, and the two had hit it off immediately. Before Julia had had a chance to sit down, Marilynn had introduced her to nearly every man in the office, paying particular attention to the single ones.
But even with all the choices Julia only had eyes for one man, and he just happened to be the boss.
The editor of any widespread publication is bound to have a certain appeal, but those who happen to be tall, dark and handsome are nearly irresistible. For months Julia had been trying to get up the nerve to talk to Mark on a more personal level, but every time she chickened out at the last minute. So instead she had watched him from her desk, savoring any small contact she had with him and replaying trivial conversations over and over in her head.
Their talk had always been about business, and she had never had the nerve to ask him anything about his personal life. But tonight was going to be different. It had to be.
A few weeks earlier Mark had made the startling announcement that he was standing down as editor in chief. His replacement had already been named, so all that was left was to wrap up some loose ends and say goodbye to the magazine. A farewell party was being combined with the annual Christmas party, and tonight Mark would leave the offices for the last time.
The announcement had come as a shock to Julia, but it also gave her the courage she needed to finally make a move. She liked to tell herself that it would have been weird to date her boss, so really it was better for everyone that she waited until now. In reality she was relieved that if she made a complete fool of herself in front of Mark then at least she wouldn't have to face him every day.
As she sat in the bath thinking about the possibility of having Mark all to herself, she started to get more and more excited. She laid her head back and sighed as she dipped a hand beneath the warm water, slowly stroking between her legs. She rubbed a finger against her clitoris, massaging in slow circles as she let her mind wander. She pictured herself going into Mark's office and shutting the door, then straddling him in his chair and pulling her top down. She thought of pressing his mouth to her breasts, his tongue flicking against her nipples as she moaned.
The fantasy was one she often thought about, and never failed to turn her on. She kept rubbing her clit as she caressed her breasts with her other hand, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She leaned down and ran her tongue against her nipples one at a time, sucking and gently biting each of them.
She moved her hand lower, sliding a finger into her warm pussy. She worked her finger in and out, slowly rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand as her fantasy developed. She imagined sitting on Mark's desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread apart, his hard cock slamming in and out of her.
She slipped a second finger inside of her, moving them in and out in rhythm to her fantasy. Her breath came in short gasps as she moved her other hand between her legs, one furiously rubbing her clit while the other pounded in and out of her pussy. She pictured bending over Mark's desk, gripping it for support as he took her from behind. She imagined him muffling a moan into her neck as his hands moved all over her body.
She picked up the pace as her mind continued through the fantasy, her fingers moving to the rhythm of Mark's thrusting. She felt her orgasm building, and bit her lip to stifle her moans. Her body went rigid as she came, her eyes squeezed shut as she let the orgasm wash over her and gradually slowed her hands to a stop.
She climbed out of the bath and threw on some sweats, then started planning her outfit for the evening. Despite the cold weather she opted for a relatively short blue dress, but pulled out a pair of thick black tights as a compromise. With nothing else to do Julia sat down at her computer to work on a presentation for Monday, and despite constantly checking the clock the time passed by.
When she finished her work it was time to get ready, and she paid attention to every meticulous detail as she put on clothes specifically chosen to accentuate her best features, and makeup to make her green eyes stand out. Despite her ineptness with hair she managed to get her wavy brown locks into an impressive updo, and with one last look in the mirror she grabbed her coat and headed for the bus stop.
Julia's coworkers were notorious for being disorganized, and every issue of the magazine went to print just under the wire. Parties, however, were serious business. The annual tradition was to have the Christmas party at the office and use the money saved on a venue to get more food and drinks. This year was no exception, and as she stepped off the elevator Julia could smell the food long before she saw it. Tables were pushed together on one side of the office to create a buffet, while the other side boasted an impressive selection of alcohol.
After doing a quick sweep of the room and saying hello to her colleagues, Julia grabbed a plate and a drink and settled down to wait for her moment with Mark. She had planned out exactly what she was going to say and was rehearsing it in her head when he walked in. Mark had a certain presence in any situation, and as soon as he walked in the whole room noticed.
While Mark began talking to his colleagues Julia grabbed another drink to calm her nerves. She kept her mind on what she was going to say, down to what gestures and tone of voice she wanted to use. Before long she saw her opportunity: Mark had left the columnist he was speaking with and was headed towards the bar, so Julia quickly started walking in the same direction.
