For The Bad Boy . . .
Breathless, Laura Garrison put her eight inch, ribbed vibrator back into it's black velvet pouch and slid it between the mattress and box spring. The battery-operated creation had become her best friend. It had been a very long time since she had brought herself to such a powerful orgasm alone. What else could she do? Laura hadn't had sex with a partner in over two months. Her own hands had been touching the places where another should touch; feeling what another man should have been feeling. If she didn't get laid soon, Laura felt that she was going to go out of her mind. She stared out the large casement window into her front yard. The Ornamental Chinese Cherry Tree secluded the view from the road into her bedroom in the front of the Ranch-Style home. No one could see what she had been doing to herself every morning for the past six months, no one could see her lie on the bad, naked, in different positions, getting herself off faithfully before she went to work. Even if they did, Laura thought, who cares.
After lying on the cool sheets for a few minutes more, Laura decided that it was time to get up and to get ready for work. It was already 8:15 a.m., and she had to be at the office by 9:00 a.m.
Sitting on the black leather ottoman, she ran a brush through her shoulder-length milk chocolate-colored hair and stared at her face in the dressing table mirror. It was amazing in her mind how flush a person could get from manual stimulation.
"No need for blush today." Laura said into thin air.
She reached for her favorite "whore red" lipstick and applied it to her ample, pouty lips. The color had always driven the men she worked with crazy. She had seen the looks they had given her lips and watched them lick their own in return, as if to say 'come to me, Baby'. Since she was on the prowl today, with it being Friday, she was going to go all out tantalizing for the office today. After carefully applying earth-tone eye shadows and several coats of jet black mascara, Laura rose from the dressing table and walked over to her oversized dresser.
"Hmm. Shall I wear underwear or not today?"
Rummaging through the various pairs of cotton, silk and satin creations, she decided to go without.
Closing the first drawer and opening the one right below it, Laura pushed through the various vibrators, nipple clamps, restraints, cock rings, potions, lotions, lubes and plugs until she found what she was looking for.
"There you are! You'll do just fine."
She pulled from her personal treasures a pair of egg-shaped weights, connected together be a strong nylon cord, the same color red as her lipstick. Putting one leg up on the dresser, toe pointed like a Prima Ballerina, Laura inserted the first egg inside of herself. She shivered as her fingernails lightly scratched her clit. Slowly, she adjusted her position and distributed her weight to slide the other egg in between her buttocks and into place with a jaunty little tap. An evil grin crept across her mouth as she tugged gently on the safety ring used to remove the 'love eggs'. She put her leg down and began to dress. As she pulled up her black thigh-high stockings, Laura again smiled as the weights inside of the eggs shifted silently from side to side inside of her. She pulled on the black ankle-length black skirt, followed by the black ankle-high vinyl boots with about a Two inch heel. She selected a Lime green sweater from the closet. After putting in the small gold hoop earrings, and with one last glance in the mirror which was directly across from her bed, Laura applied several spritzes of her favorite Ginger-based perfume, put on her Black leather jacket , grabbed her keys and purse, and exited her home.
Around 2:00 p.m., sitting in her small office, Laura stared out the rectangular window, casually running a ball point pen over the still crimson-stained lips while swiveling the chair back and forth so that the eggs moved inside of her. She was so lost in an erotic daydream that she did not hear him knock on the door frame.
"Earth to Laura!"
It was him, the one she so powerfully desired, but she knew that she could not have. He had never responded to her little 'signs' of interest before, so she had given up.
"Joe, what's up?"
"I am sorry if I disturbed your daydream, but I was wondering if you have the final figures for the Tower Mart deal yet?"
Laura smiled slightly and after rearranging a few neat piles of paper on her desk, she pulled out two standard pieces of white paper with black ink and handed them over her desk to Joe. He grinned as he glanced over them briefly.
"Good work Laura. I was worried you might not have them done for today."
"Why, thank you for your faith in me good Sir, and also for your utter lack of faith in my timeliness in getting work done."
"Please, Laura, flattery will get you everywhere."
"Oh, will it now Mr. Wagner?"
Laura bit into her tongue, not believing that the last comment actually came out of her mouth. All of the times she has fantasized about fucking him right there on her desk, him panting hard and sweating, but she had never, besides the little flirts, let him know how she had wanted him. Now, she thought, she should have just taken out space on a billboard. It would have sounded less awkward. She smiled nervously back at Joe, who was staring at her intently.
"Anything else Joe?"
"No. Well, actually, yes Laura. There are a bunch of us going out after work tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to meet us there."
"Where at?"
"Scarlett's, on Fifth."
"Sure. I have never been there and I heard that it is a really nice place. What time?"
"Seven-thirty-ish."
"I will be there with bells on."
"Good, it will be nice to see you outside of the office again. I think that we'll, you'll have fun."
"I hope you will personally see to it Mr. Wagner." Damn! She had slipped again!
"That, Miss Garrison, I will do."
Laura could feel how red her face was as Joe walked out of her office. The last time she had went out with the people from work was a night about a year and a half previous when she had wildly fucked Rob Benson, a Manager at one of the company's other offices. Joe had been there that night, but he had brought his wife to the gathering, much to Laura's detriment. She had set it into her mind that that would have been the night she would have shown him what she was all about, but when she saw him with his wife, she figured she had no chance in Hell. He had seemed too devoted to his other half, so, she had settled for Rob, Six Foot, One inch tall, blonde-haired, brown eyed, hung like a horse Rob. It was good, but Laura had wanted Joe, who she instinctually knew was better.
"Damn it!" She said as she got up from her desk and slammed her office door shut.
Joe Wagner grinned as he sat down behind his desk when he heard Laura's door slam. He ran his hand back through his dark brown, nearly black hair and propped his Chino-clad legs onto his desk. He knew she wanted him. He had known that she was hot to trot since he had started there. His thoughts were validated when Rob Benson called him one Monday morning to give him all of the X-rated low down of how Laura and himself had went back to his office after their gathering last year and how they had fucked on the sofa bed, the floor, standing up, sitting down with her straddling him, and taking her from behind while she leaned over a table. As good as it had been for him, Rob had told Joe he was pissed off because when Laura had came, she had shouted out "Joe" instead of "Rob". It was truly at that moment that he knew he would have her. He also knew that this particular night would be that night.
Laura arrived at Scarlett's at 7:30 p.m., sharp. She was surprised to find how crowded it had already become, and even more surprised to find Joe sitting alone at the bar, nursing a beer. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Where is everyone else?" She questioned.
Joe spun himself around on the bar stool to face her. His lips bore a sinister grin. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing the eggs to shift in her ever so gently, enough to send a thrill up into her thighs.
