The Girl From It (750)

Almost the end of a long day. Friday evening. The weekend within grasp. Why did the fucking computer have to freeze. And just as Harry was about to print his report. Now he has to deal with Mikayla, the uptight girl from IT.

Harry can't think of anyone so rigid and constantly frustrated. Sure, a lot of the support tickets that he has submitted in the past were easily solved by a power cycle, or closing all the extra RAM devouring applications he had running in the background. But that took no more than a few minutes of her time each day, shouldn't she be thanking him for having such easily resolved problems? At least his computer wasn't riddled with viruses or in a state of constant disrepair, he's just a bit careless and more than a little clueless when it comes to troubleshooting some basic tech problems.

"I'm here about the ticket you submitted," someone enters his cubicle from behind.

"Hey Mickey -"

"

Mikayla,

" Mickey mumbles.

Harry knows she hates the nickname, but he thinks it suits her. It's got a much cuter sound to it, and despite her ice queen attitude, she is very nice to look at. Tall with short dark hair, and piercing green eyes that seem to know all of your secrets.

A moment passes and he realizes that he's lost himself in those eyes and he snaps out of his daydreaming.

"Yeah, I... uh... sorry," Harry clears his throat. "It's just a bit slow. Frozen actually. And I don't want to turn it off and lose my work."

Mickey rolled her eyes. "It autosaves every couple of minutes, you'll be fine. Roll your chair to the side so I can get down there."

She gets on her hands and knees and crawls under Harry's desk and gets to work on the usual power cycling routine. Harry finds himself staring again, this time at the shapely ass sticking up at him. The fabric on her slacks is so thin that he can make out the vague outline of her panties and he feels himself start to stiffen.

Not now

, Harry thinks,

I'm almost home free, just cool your jets.

Harry squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them, Mickey is peeking back over her shoulder from under his desk.

"Like what you see, Harry?" she says in a flat tone.

Between the blood rushing to his cock and the blood rushing to his cheeks, Harry feels as though he might pass out.

"Sorry, I, uh, I was thinking about something. My mind wandered."

"Thinking about what? About how I might prefer your dick to the stick up my ass? I can read your G-chat logs when they get flagged for language, you know."

Harry feels his heart trying to jump up through his throat. As he tries to fumble for an apology, Mickey, still on all fours, shimmies her pants down around her thighs.

"Go on, I've been waiting so long to see if any of you so-called-men would ever grow a pair and try to get in my pants. You can barely find your task manager, do you think you could handle me?"

Almost hypnotized, Harry goes to his knees and unzips his pants. His dick, painfully strained against his boxers, springs out of his pants and slaps against Mickey's buttcheek. A droplet of moisture trickles down the inside of her thighs. She's already soaking wet.

"I'm ready for you. I've had plenty of time to myself reading your chat logs, describing all the nasty things you'd do to me if you had the chance. I must say, you've got quite the active imagination."

Mickey's pussy offers no resistance as Harry slides into her. She stifles a moan as the tip of his dick teases her cervix.

"Oooh, that's a pleasant surprise." Mickey coos.

Harry continues to plug away at the computer tech as pumps her ass against his hips, gently so as not to arouse any suspicion from the neighboring cubicles.

Just as Harry is about to finish, he pulls himself out and empties a thick load of come into Mickey's sheer black panties. At that moment, the computer blinks to life and begins to boot up. Was she working while he was working on her? What a talented multitasker.

"There you go. Let me know the next time you've got more work for me."

With that, Mickey pulls up her pants and underwear, soaked with Harry's come, and walks back to her office.