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2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
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A short flash story about four people trapped at work in a snowstorm.
A Bad Day at Work
Trudging from her car to the office in the cold winter snow, Susan shivered as the blowing snow found its way down her collar. Stamping her feet in the vestibule, Susan shook her hands, trying to get warm blood down to them. It wasn't all that cold out, just cold enough to keep the snow from turning to rain. Shaking her hair out, she entered the office.
Looking around she didn't see anyone in reception, although several people's cars were in the lot. Shrugging, she went back to her office. On the way, she heard strange moaning noises coming from one of the exam rooms. Thinking a patient had been left alone, Susan opened the door without knocking.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she gasped finding her colleague, Michelle, on the exam table with Henry, one of the med-techs, between her spread legs, pounding a fair-sized cock into her wet pussy.
"Shit, shit, shit," Michelle yelled, "I thought you said you locked the door?"
"Christ, I'm so sorry Doctor, damn!"
The last word he uttered as he ejaculated all over Michelle's blouse. Susan had to laugh as she backed out of the exam room. Now her best friend would smell of sex all day.
Sitting in her office because not one patient had made it to the clinic, because of the snowstorm, Susan was talking with Michelle.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Susan asked her.
"You know me, I was thinking with my pussy as usual."
"Does George know?"
"Not about Henry."
"But he knows about the others?"
"Some of them," Michelle said coyly.
"What drives you to be such a whore?" Susan asked shocked at her friend.
"I liked getting fucked, don't you?" Michelle asked blandly.
"Yes, but I limit myself to my husband," Susan huffed.
"Then that's your loss. Henry is a great fuck by the way."
"Oh do shut up Michelle," Susan told her squeezing her legs together.
"So do you think we should close up and go home?" Michelle asked.
"Hell even if we left now we probably wouldn't make it home. I don't even think my SUV can make it now. Look at it out there, complete whiteout."
"Yeah, I know. I'm hungry."
"Oh do shut up."
Michelle started laughing at her friend. Then Susan started laughing.
"Who is all here today?" Susan asked when she had gotten control of herself.
"Let's see, there are Henry and Carla... yep, that's about it. You, me, Henry and Carla."
"Well, we might as well all go into the conference room..." Susan said, rising and walking from her office. "At least there, we can see the street."
Michelle hurried to catch up. They ran into Henry and Carla coming out of an exam room.
"Christ, Henry, keep it in your pants longer than ten minutes. In the conference room both of you."
"Uh, we're not in any trouble are we?" Henry asked.
"Not unless you get Carla or Michelle pregnant," Susan laughed.
Michelle laughed at the look on Henry's face. Carla just shook her head and followed Susan down the hallway.
"Henry, go lock the front door and make sure it's locked," Susan yelled over her shoulder. "Then come to the conference room. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yeah," Henry said sullenly.
Once in the conference room Susan opened the blinds and stared out the window at the blowing, drifting snow.
"Well we're not going anywhere for a while," she said slumping in a chair.
"Nope, not going anywhere," Michelle repeated staring out the window.
Carla just dropped into a chair exasperated.
"Have you seen what's going on outside?" Henry asked coming into the conference room.
Susan just nodded, pointing out the window.
"Oh, I guess you have," Henry said.
"Well, what do we do now?" Carla asked.
"Anyone have a deck of cards?" Michelle asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
"So there isn't anyone in this whole office that doesn't have cards in their desk?" Susan asked.
"Oh, I thought you just meant us. Silvia Porter has a deck in her desk," Henry said.
"Well go get them before we all go out of our minds," Michelle told him, shooing him with her hands.
Henry rushed out the door.
"How did he ever get hired here?" Susan asked.
"His father is a big contributor to the college," Carla told them.
"Ah... that would explain it," Susan said thoughtfully.
"He's not a bad guy and knows his job, it's just he seems a little out of his depth in regular situations," Carla told them.
Henry returned with the cards, took them out of the pack and gave them a shuffle.
"What are we going to play? Texas Hold 'em, seven-card stud, strip poker?"
"In your dreams Henry," Susan said sternly.
"Fine, seven-card stud, ante one dollar, five dollar limit," Henry told them.
"Fine, but the ante is a dime and the limit is twenty-five cents," Susan countered as the others nodded. "Deal."
For the next two hours, they played cards. Henry was winning, ahead of everyone a whole two dollars.
"You know, I haven't heard a phone ring once," Susan said.
Reaching down the table, she pressed the button on the speakerphone. It was silent.
"Shit," Susan said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out her cell phone flipping it open and dialing her husband's number.
"Hello, hello, Mark?" Susan said into her phone. "Yes dear, I'm fine, just trapped at work. No don't, you'll never make it here. I'll just wait until they get the streets clear. Yes, I will. Good-bye dear, I love you too."
Closing her phone Susan looked outside, the snow was still coming down.
"Mark says the whole city is shut down. He made it to the corner down from the house and got stuck. So he never made it into work," Susan told everyone.
"George was staying home today anyway," Michelle said dialing her phone as she left the conference room.
