Scarlett sat herself back down at her desk and slyly shifted her skirt back into position. Casually checking her makeup a mirror, she wiped some of the lipstick smudge from around her mouth. She had fallen into the oldest cliché in the book and was fucking her boss in the toilets, his car, the stationary cupboard and at one point, in the canteen. She still hadn't gotten that ketchup stain out of her skirt.
Michael was pacing around in his room, legs burning from holding up Scarlett against the door. He'd cum twice, once in her mouth and once deep in her pussy. His resolve to keep it out of the office, dissolved almost first thing on Monday morning. Scarlett had come in with slightly curled, damp hair, walked straight past him to her desk and carried on like nothing had happened. It had continued all week, she ignored him all day, every day. In the end, he had called her into his office on the lunch break, when there was barely anyone in the office, bent her over his desk and fucked her. When they both had cum, she had stood up and said 'What took you so long?' before walking out.
She had changed since their first encounter, almost six months ago. Scarlett had become more confident, sexier, brighter, socialising more with colleagues and friends. And her work was improving too. Michael saw all of it and dismissed it. All he wanted to do was bite her neck until she moaned, suck her clit until she writhed and fuck her until she screamed out in pleasure. He had never been like this with women. They had thrown themselves at him, either fucked him or sucked him and he discarded them like the daily newspaper. But all he wanted to do with Scarlett was make her cum, see her pleasure.
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Scarlett swept everything into her bag and glanced over at Michael's office. She was one of the last ones there, waiting for the others to leave, so she could have some time with him. He was still on the phone, so she dug her phone out of her handbag and sent a quick text.
'Mine or yours?'
She grimaced at the cheesiness of the line and put the phone on her desk. She turned off her computer and stood up, just as her phone beeped.
'Not tonight, too busy. Have a good weekend.'
She looked up at his office and saw him frowning at his computer, refusing to look at her. Scarlett turned slowly and began to walk out of the office. A feeling of pure dread was rising in her stomach. Is he losing interest in me? Is he done with me now? Did I make it too easy for him? Hundreds of questions went swirling round in her mind as she walked to her car. By the time she had slid behind the wheel, self-doubt had turned to anger. Screw him if he didn't want to see her. She still had a life, somewhere and she was determined to use it this weekend. Scarlett unlocked her phone and quickly text three of her friends and started the car.
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He watched her drive away, not really sure why he'd told her he wasn't going to see her all weekend. Obviously, his determination at that point had held fast and he was going to stick to it. He wanted to prove to himself that Scarlett didn't have a hold over him, that she didn't occupy his every waking thought, that he couldn't do anything else but think of ways to have sex with her. He slammed his office door shut and slumped down at his desk. Another half an hour and he'd text her to apologise. Maybe invite her over...
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'Where on earth have you been hiding?' Laura, Scarlett's old university friend hugged her hello and passed her a beer.
'Trust me, you don't want to know.' Scarlett scanned the bar. It was still early and it was half empty but already she spotted three people she knew, and one guy she used to date.
'Sounds like it's got a name.' Laura poked her in the ribs. 'You never did tell me when you were up to something.'
'It's not that, I didn't want to jinx anything, but I think this one might be over before it's even begun.' Scarlett sighed and almost felt herself well up with tears.
'Hey, whoever he is, he's not worth it. Come on, Charlie and Chris are at the back. Let's go sit with them.' Laura smiled at her, knowing the only way to distract her was with drink and men. She quickly flipped on her phone and saw no contact. A strike of mischief went through her and she quickly uploaded her social networking site and put as her heading 'Out with Laura at Chickery's, bring on the beer!' Shutting down her phone, Scarlett allowed herself to be led to the two guys, who she knew of through Laura's old boyfriend. She sat down and started chatting about times at uni, about who knew who in their friendships circles, what they did and what they did now. Scarlett found that Chris's attention kept coming back to her, inching himself closer to her until it was just the two of them having a conversation. She didn't think he was ugly, but not overly attractive. Normal, with a bit of height, unlike Michael's tall frame, his defined arms that could wrap around her body, lifting her off the ground.
'Hey, do you want a shot?' Chris was about two inches from her face and Scarlett shot back, almost falling off her chair. 'Careful!' Chris stretched over to catch her and put her back on her feet. She could feel his hands on her bare arms and looked up at him.
'I'm ok.' She tried to step backwards, but his hands stayed firmly in place. 'I said, I'm fine.' She pushed her arms out to get him to let go.
'Chill out, Laura I think your friend's had a bit much to drink.' Chris joked when turning round.
'Scarlett, are you ok?' Laura stood up, now concerned for her friend. One look at Scarlett's face told her, no, everything was not ok.
'I'm just gonna go home, instead of being manhandled by drunken twats', Scarlett spat at Chris, Charlie now looking suitably embarrassed.
'Why don't you let me take you home?'
