After the recent night Dave had joined Marie and Valerie at Valerie's apartment things hadn't changed much at the office. He was still enamored with Marie, though he did his best not to be too obvious. He also couldn't stop thinking about Valerie, though he barely knew her.
It had felt awkward a few days after that night, but that had waned. It was a busy time at work, with the onboarding of a major new client there wasn't much time for contemplation, while he was at work anyway.
At home his thoughts often went back to that night, it was a recurring fuel for his fantasies.
At work, Marie was all business, and she was the one who set the tone between the two of them. She was work-friendly but didn't seem receptive to some of the flirtations and games she used to play. Perhaps she was tired of him. Perhaps her relationship with her new boyfriend had become serious.
Regardless, he enjoyed being in her presence. She always had a smile, always looked sexy as hell, and was well-liked by pretty much everybody. Though he hungered for more, all in all he had nothing to complain about.
One morning a couple of weeks later, she felt his eyes on her almost from the moment she walked in. Nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't help himself, she knew. She also knew she looked damn good that morning too, she felt extra sexy.
She had to admit that she didn't mind his attention, though she hadn't encouraged it lately. She was nominally his supervisor, not in any official capacity, but she was a project manager who routinely used his skillset.
Her desk wasn't right across from his, but it was within sight if he turned and looked her way. She could feel him looking. She smiled to herself.
She leaned over her keyboard while still standing. She knew she presented a sight he couldn't resist; she was in her favorite skin-tight jeans. She held the pose for his benefit.
She typed away on her keyboard, messaging Dave on their intra-office messaging app.
Are you staring at my ass?
The app indicated her note had been read.
Dave was startled at reading the note and quickly began composing a response. A denial, a defense, when another note came in,
What am I going to do with you?
He turned and watched her typing for a minute, or more specifically he couldn't help himself from watching her ass as she shifted from foot to foot as she typed.
Was she doing that on purpose he wondered? Another message came in, He read,
Go, Dave. Right now, to the tool room. Think about my ass that you are lusting after, this ass that you are never going to have. Make yourself cum, get it out of your system. Lock the door. Pull those slacks down around your thighs. Stroke that stiff cock and cum for me. Directly down into those boxer briefs that I'm sure you're wearing.
He had stopped breathing. Just when he thought he had regained some control of himself she does something like this. He knew he would never deny anything she asked of him. He reread her note, his palms got clammy and he saw another message come in.
"After you spill into those briefs I want you to pull them up, pull them tight, soaked, and wrapped all sticky around that softening little prick and your empty balls. No snacks for you today."
He read then slowly turned her way. He found her sitting in her chair with it spun around to look in his direction, eyebrows raised. He knew he was blushing, she was one of the only people to ever know of this prediliction of his. She turned back to her keyboard as he watched. A new message came in, he again turned back to look.
"I have a little something to share with you when you get back. You have 5 minutes. Not even a taste! Go! Now!"
It was under 5 minutes later when she saw him returning to his desk. She had little doubt that he'd done exactly as asked. She enjoyed how he would follow her every instruction.
His messaging app pinged just as he got to his desk.
