The day starts out cold and wet. Again. With tons of work piled up on her desk. And more on its way. Plus, the phone just will not stop ringing. And the people on the other side of the line, well, they're rude, badly spoken and idiots. In other words, the day appears to be a total write off. Head in her hands, Kate stares at the reception phone, willing it to stop ringing before she answers it... .
Suddenly, a hand appears from no where, over the counter and picks up the phone from the cradle. Startled, Kate sits up straight, mouth beginning to form an "O" of surprise. The hand doesn't life the phone up the it's owner's ear, however, it just places it back in the cradle, cutting the call!
"Hey, you can't do that!" Kate exclaims, genuinely upset, "the idiot will call back and complain, and... ." Her voice dies out. She recognises the person! It's James! Why is this a surprise? And where does she know him from? Well, Kate is James's mistress. Except, he's supposed to be in South Africa, while she works in London. Effectively a World apart.
"James?!" Kate squeaks, confusion dulling her anger, and causing her to stumble her words.
"Oh, you know my name. Well, good first impression... your boss must have sent you a picture, and alerted you to my arrival," he said. "Well, that is a good start, Miss... um Miss?"
What on Earth was he playing at, Kate thought. "Kate, it's Kate, for goodness - " but she was cut off mid sentence, when James reached across to cover her mouth with his hand. Again, that misbehaving hand! He held his pointer finger up to his lips, and said, "shhhhh!"
"Oh, what?!?" Said Kate, now thoroughly confused.
"I'm sorry, Kate, but you must have me confused with someone else... I've never met you. Still, good effort, I'll mention your enthusiasm to your boss." He carried on, "And mentioning that, could you please call her and announce my arrival?"
"Ah, of course. Um, please have a seat," Kate motioned to some chairs near the desk, as she reached for the telephone. "Hi, yes, James is here to see you...?"
"Of course... yes, I'll send him through."
"You can go through to her office, just through there."
Getting up, James waved his thanks and walked into the Dragon's den. What the Hell was he up to, Kate carried on thinking?!!! Her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was heavy. This is ridiculous! Shit, where'd he come from, and how did he know the Dragon? Her thinking was cut short, when the phone ran. An internal line. The Dragon lady herself. Oh shite... here we go, thought Kate.
She answered the phone, and was curtly told to report to the den. Sighing, she stood up, straightened her short skirt, checked the seams of her stockings, and pulled her shirt straight, checking the deep plunging neckline - yip, perky boobs very mush still on show. Good. Show the bitch.
She walked off to the den.
"Kate," said the Dragon, "I have to go off and take care of something... it'll take me a couple of hours." She continued, "while I am gone, please settle James in, and make sure he gets what he wants. Since your colleague is off sick, you'll be the only one here, so... if you need to, James comes first over the ringing phone. Understand? Just this once, okay?" She finished off needlessly... of course Kate bloody understood. That damned phone, it was like a holy damned relic - you couldn't ever just leave it alone! Except this time. Interesting.
With that, the Dragon bitch got up, collected her bag and coat, and moved past to the door, "I'll be back with the documents you requested in about 2 hours, and then we can discuss your proposal, James."
Standing still, Kate realised that she was alone with James... in the bosses office. Oh fuck.
Tinkle, plonk! A pen rolled across the table and fell onto the floor.
"Oops," said James, " my pen fell onto the floor. It's the oldest one in the book, I know, but still... a classic. Could you pick up my pen, please?" James asked, his eyes showing just a hint of mirth.
Kate rolled her eyes and bent down to get the pen.
"You could of at least warned me -" Kate started. But again she got cut off.
"Um, I'm not sure why... my itinerary is of no concern to you."
"But -" she started to say, getting angry now.
"And you didn't do that properly, Kate. Drop the pen back down onto the floor, turn to face away from me, and then bend over, slowly, and pick it up again."
Kate, paused. Then she dropped the pen, rotated around a bit, so she had her back to James, and started to bend over to get the pen. Suddenly she realised what he was up to. Oh fuck... that's all it took, just the thought, and she could feel herself get instantly wet. Her pussy clenched tight, and she felt the wetness release. Oh god, he's going to look at my ass, she realised. And he's making me do it on purpose. And she bent over slowly, running her hands down her legs, to reach for the pen. She thought of the fact that his eyes were looking at her bum, and that he knew that only two thin pieces of material - her skirt and her panties - separated her now moist cunt, pussy lips and ass from his direct sight. The thought made her even wetter, and she caught herself clamping her thighs together at the thought.
Oh fuck, oh fuck! She got the pen and straightened up.
