Chapter 1: Ungentlemanly Conduct...
The office was probably quite typical of many offices. Not quite open plan - it had six desks in the middle of the room in a sort of hexagonal shape, all separated by screens, so that we all felt we were working in booths. The solid screens were quite high - perhaps six feet high - high enough to hide each of us from each other if we were sat down, yet at the same time not substantial enough to block sound, particularly if we talked loudly on the phone. Of course there were no doors on the "booths" so it was easy to move around if we needed to, or when we were leaving. The other thing we had in our offices was mirrors - on all the walls, just to help the light. It had been organised ideally for our work - we were called "technical advice". We answered the phones a lot, talked a lot helping customers who had bought our IT equipment, organised for engineers to go out when needed, wandered around looking for help when we didn't know what we were doing.
It was a friendly office. There were 6 desks, and 6 of us worked there, plus our boss Colin who had a separate office. Tony and Keith were older - married, experienced, good at their work. Mike was a bit younger, but totally in love with his BMW, and nearly in love as much with Julie his wife. There was Tina - in love with her horse as much as Mike loved his BMW. And there was Sheila.
Sheila was in her mid thirties, married, happily to Trevor, and great stalwarts of their church. She was quiet. Reserved. Pretty, despite never wearing her make-up. You could only say average build, quite petite, nice figure hidden under baggy clothes. Sheila had a reputation as being straight-laced, prudish even., but she was friendly, we all liked her, even thought she was the sort of person you apologised to when you swore! In fact it was a friendly office, and we all enjoyed working there, and as long as we did the work, Colin respected us and supported us.
The one escape we had was the staff rest-room which we all went to at lunch-time, and chatted and ate. Every day we gathered - we always left Colin to answer phones between 1 and 2, although if we got busy we would all go and help. We'd eat, make tea and coffee, gossip.
It was a couple of nothing comments which got me thinking, comments over a week, comments by Sheila. Once we were talking about who's marriages were good, who's girl friends had been a problem, and Mike said, off hand, to Sheila, "...well at least you are happily married..."
Sheila had replied, smiling, "Don't you believe it." It was just a comment, the sort of thing people said, and "Don't you believe it" was a phrase she often used. There was nothing in it.
Then a few days later, Keith swore, but then realising Sheila was there, apologised, saying to her "Sorry for my language. I know you don't like bad language."
And again she said it - "Don't you believe it." Again it was nothing. But twice in a week...
Over the next couple of weeks there had been two or three similar comments, all of which had me puzzling. And there was more than just humour in her voice. And the puzzling produced visions, and visions produced fantasies... What if she wasn't happily married. What if she didn't mind bad language? What if she was turned on by dirty talk...? It was ridiculous - I even dreamt over and over in my mind how it would happen, never dreaming it would. I rehearsed it. Planned it. Replayed it in my mind. Of course it wouldn't happen at once...
It was Monday. It had been a bad Monday - 2 off sick. One on annual leave. By four I needed a break - hadn't even had lunch. I escaped to the rest room, ate a sandwich, had a coffee, then returned to the office thinking I would probably have to work late. The door swung open, I walked in, and suddenly knew Sheila was the only one there. And looking in a mirror, it was obvious with the headphones on that she hadn't heard me come in.
I went to my booth, waiting for a call, but manoeuvred so I could see Sheila in a mirror. She seemed to be on the phone for ages, and my mind raced. In my fantasy I had played it and re-played it, and played it over again. Could I do it for real. So she could hear me... If I did it, she would be too embarrassed to say anything. If I didn't, I might never get the chance to do it again...
At last she took her earphones off - it was now or never.
I took my mobile phone, pretended to ring it, and began to speak. I had played this conversation over and over in my mind... Sheila would assume I didn't know she was there. Would assume I was talking to my current girlfriend...
"Hi Honey, it's me..."
Pause - as if she was speaking back to me.
"We'll, don't worry, I'll be home soon..."
Pause - pretend she's asking me what time I'll be home.
"I might be a bit late - there's only me here, and there are a few loose ends to tie up..."
Pause, pretend she's asking me how late, giving Sheila time to realise I think I'm alone.
I change the tone of my voice. "Well, honey, you'll have to wait, and do you know what I'm going to do to you when I get home..."
Pause, pretend girlfriend is asking what.
I speak quite slowly: "When I get home, I'm going to remove your panties, I'm going to kiss your pussy and tickle your clit until you scream in orgasm..."
I pause, look in the mirror where I can make out the back of Sheila, who was suddenly alert and listening.
"...then I'm going to put my cock deep into your sopping wet cunt, fuck you hard, until I shoot my spunk deep into your guts." I continued to watch Sheila's back in the mirror. I paused. "Then honey, I'm going to take my cock out of your cunt, put it in your mouth and make you suck every drop of cum off of it, then when you've got me hard again, I'm going to put you on all fours and fuck your asshole till you cry for mercy and I fill your ass with another load of cum."
It was about as graphic a description as I could manage. I closed: "See you in a bit - maybe you want to play with your vibrator for a while, get your cunt really wet for when I get home..."
All the while I spoke I watched Sheila's back in the mirror. I saw her hand move, rest between her legs, perhaps pushing on the crotch of her trousers. It was time to leave - I left, again pretending I didn't know Sheila was there, that she had never heard my pretend conversation with my girlfriend. I went home to my empty flat, enjoyed a freezer meal, some telly...
The problem that kept buzzing through my mind - what next? I'd planned that first bit over and over, had pulled it off, but hadn't thought what next, or how embarrassing it might be at the office. I spent the whole evening considering what to do next, and at best could only come up with a few ideas. There might not even be opportunity...
...The opportunity came the very next lunchtime. Human beings are expert at holding a conspiracy of silence. For the morning it was easy to pretend nothing happened - and to be fair, Sheila didn't realise I knew she had heard the "phonecall" the previous evening. It was lunchtime when the opportunity arose - Sheila and I were the only one's in the rest room - the others were busy with calls as we took our break.
It was easy to set off my ring tone on the cellphone and pretend someone -my girlfriend - was calling me. It was one of the scenarios I had planned the previous evening, and now seemed to be the only one which might work.
