Kaitlyn Drummer sighed discontentedly and tossed her pencil back onto her pile of papers. She grimaced as she caught sight of the clock, noting that her seven o'clock dinner date had come and gone. Damn. Another one bites the office dust, she thought, leaning back in her chair and smiling ruefully. She had hours of work left, and the idea of starting over again in the morning caused her headache to intensify. Not only that, she hadn't been laid in nearly six months, this one had seemed so promising. Tall, blond, mid-twenties, and totally incapable of a real relationship, exactly what she needed. What a waste of a fine opportunity to simply fuck.
Kaitlyn pulled her raven-black hair free of its confining braid and then closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, debating whether to just call it a day and battle it out tomorrow or simply press on. Her nipples were already hard against the thin material of her shirt, and her golden skin was warmer than usual. She thought of her collection of little toys waiting at home for her along with a long bath and bottle of wine. An exciting evening of self pleasure and indulgence, not quite the same as a hard cock and tight ass, but it would do.
If only she didn't have so much work. Kaitlyn kicked off her shoes with a groan, sighing as she liberated her feet from the delicate strappy heels and propped them up on her desk with a sigh. Her pussy had grown moist and she squeezed her thighs together longingly, thinking of her favorite dildo. How the hell was she supposed to concentrate when she felt this horny?
"Kaitie, for God's sake, go home." Phil Truman reprimanded, his booming voice sending jolts of pain through Kaitlyn's head. She managed a small smile despite this, and opened her pale almond-shaped green eyes to look on her boss with wry amusement, a startlingly attractive middle-aged man of about forty-eight who seemed to spend more that his allotted time staring at her ass each day. His redeeming quality was that he was a damn fine lawyer, and this coupled with his striking good looks made him very popular around their firm, especially with the younger secretaries with high ambitions to marry well. Kaitlyn, a junior attorney whose position made her pretty much a resident of the bottom of the office totem pole, often watched her supervisor's antics with amusement, and kept well away from his reach, distancing herself from his inquiring eyes with her quiet reservation and gentle grace that contrasted sharply with the desperate struggles of most of the females on staff.
Phil was leaning against her office door studying her with concern, his expression gentle for once, and Kaitlyn found herself smiling at him despite herself. He really was a handsome devil when he wasn't trying so hard to be sexy. Kaitlyn allowed herself an admiring glance, silently studying his athletic frame and strong shoulders.
"I'm okay, Phil," she replied, shaking her head and the thought out of her mind and gesturing to the stack of papers before her, "I just have a lot of things to do tonight, and I might as well accomplish them now."
"Is that the Harmon case?" Phil asked, almost sympathetically. He shook his head and looked at Kaitlyn, who smiled in affirmation, "that asshole doesn't deserve overtime, Kaitie," he grumbled, shifting his own packed briefcase with a grimace. "Come to think of it, none of these assholes deserve our overtime."
Kaitlyn laughed and shook her head, "Without these 'assholes', we'd be out of a job." She countered, enjoying him again now that he wasn't practicing his well-practiced grin on her. In fact, when he smiled, it was rueful. "True enough, Kaitie, but still...I'm getting too old to defend these guilty fuckers. St. Peter has his eyes on my ass already."
"Better yours than mine," Kaitlyn quipped, laughing at the look of surprise on his face. "Now, Phil, don't you think you do enough looking for everyone?" She teased.
His grin was accompanied by a slight flush to his tanned cheeks. "Well, I'd hardly imagined you'd noticed, Miss Drummer, seeing as you never pay me any attention." He countered, his piercing blue eyes at once bolder, moving appreciatively over Kaitlyn's toned, muscular legs and taking in the stylishly short yet modest grey skirt she wore extremely well. "As I am accused and decidedly guilty, might I also add I spend plenty of time checking out those legs of yours in addition to your beautiful face."
Kaitlyn laughed again and studied him with amusement, "Oh, Phil, don't be telling me those pillow talk stories of yours, your lack of originality might hurt our wonderful relationship and my presently high opinion of your verbal capabilities." She joked, rolling her eyes. She was enjoying their delicate dance, and the more she studied him, the more attractive he seemed. "Besides, I'm hardly one-night stand material. I talk too much and I demand satisfaction always—something few men can relate to."
The last came out a bit harsher than Kaitlyn meant, and she felt herself blush as Phil's smile became more intrigued. A gleam had come to his eye as he lowered himself without further invitation into the hot seat, the chair usually reserved for clients. "Do tell me more, Ms. Drummer." He replied, resting his briefcase on the floor and studying her with profound interest. "You have my full attention."
