Monday morning, a soft beep had Marti looking at her e-mail application.
"I dare you."
It was all the first e-mail said. A short subject line and a blank e-mail text. Marti was baffled and curious. She looked at the address -- it was a company address, but not one she recognized. She looked around the office, but with all the cube walls, she could only see a couple people. Everyone seemed to be busy, but work meant typing on the computer, so she couldn't tell business from personal activities. She put it out of her mind...mostly.
"I dare you."
A second e-mail came the next day. Marti stared at the email header on the screen and wondered if this one would have something inside or be blank like the last. Too curious to resist, she double-clicked the title. Inside was one line.
"I dare you to fuck me."
She gasped, blushed, spun around, trying to find someone looking in her direction or snickering. Everyone seemed busy. She closed the e-mail and hit delete quickly, her face flaming hot, her embarrassment overwhelming. Who would send this to her? Was this a joke? It had to be a joke. She tried to get back to work, but the e-mail stayed in her mind. After 15 minutes of re-reading the same page in the training manual she was working on, she clicked open the trash folder and looked at the e-mail again. She shook her head and went back to the manual.
The next day was quiet and Marti felt a little let down. She chided herself. What was she thinking? Some pervert was sending her e-mails and she missed them? Who in the company....the e-mail address! She could research the e-mail address. What was it again...She opened the trash folder and sighed when she saw it was empty. She'd forgotten it erased everything when she shut down at night. She tried to concentrate on her manual and managed to get more done than the prior two days. When she shut down for the day, she stood and just looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. No one looked in her direction. No one seemed to be acting funny. She shook her head and picked up her bag.
Thursday was also quiet. Marti felt the anxiety change into disappointment. It had been someone's idea of a joke. Then she shook her head. Was she actually thinking of fucking some mystery man? Her manual was almost done, then she'd move on to another project, another team, another cube somewhere. It seemed so...temporary. Maybe a temporary fling to go with it...She must be losing her mind.
Friday morning, Marti was running late. She slipped in five minutes after her starting time and flipped on her light, dropping her bag and booting her computer. She shuffled her papers, trying to get everything in order to deliver the manual at the end of the day. She'd get an e-mail today telling her the next project and the location she would report to on Monday. It was an odd existence, being the roving admin for all departments in the company, but it meant she worked with everyone at one time or another. But she hadn't recognized the mystery e-mail address...Darn, she was thinking of it again. She glanced at her screen and her breath caught.
"I dare you."
She hesitated on the mouse. Did she open it? Why bother? It's not like she would consider fucking a stranger...although it had been a while since she'd had time to date and she could use...No. If she opened it...maybe it contained perverted pictures. Maybe...She closed her eyes and double-clicked the mouse.
"I dare you to stay late tonight and feel my cock drive you to cum."
It was the same address, she was sure, typing fast into the e-mail address book. It didn't find the record. Huh. She stared at the e-mail, feeling her pussy quiver. Marti closed the e-mail but didn't delete it. She tried to focus on her work, printing a hard copy of the manual for her files, forwarding the final electronic copy to the team leader. She straightened the desk, moving her files into the box that maintenance would move to her new cube over the weekend. The e-mail beeped and she turned quickly. But it was only her new assignment. She'd be working two floors up, with the marketing team on Monday. Something new...but she hovered the mouse over the dare e-mail instead. She wanted...something more.
Lunch was catered by her team, a celebration of success and a send-off to the temporary pool that were being reassigned to other projects. She watched everyone carefully, judging their moves, their looks, their words, looking for some clue. But nothing stood out. She found herself scanning the men in the room, assessing their bodies, her eyes wandering over their groins, imagining. Realizing what she was doing, she tried to shake off the mood, but her body hummed with excitement and anticipation. She ate her cake slowly, savoring each bite of chocolate and cream, licking the fork as she watched the room.
After lunch, she finished organizing her files to move. The beep of the e-mail had her glancing idly over at it.
"I dare you."
A second in the same day. She felt a thrill as she double-clicked to open it.
"I dare you to lick my cock like you licked that fork. I dare you to let me lick your creamy center."
Her body heat rose several notches. Oh my God, she thought. She glanced around, then re-read the e-mail. Her nipples were tight, her pussy aching, as she recalled how she'd enjoyed the cake, imagining a man enjoying her...She had to find out who this was. She had to go to the ladies room first.
