Madison wasn't in her office. I stopped abruptly, confused momentarily by the lack of her slim body behind the monstrous desk. The secretary hadn't stopped me from entering the office, inured as she was to my comings and goings – I had just assumed Madison was in.
I walked to what I now considered "my" chair in front of her desk, sitting down and preparing myself for the confrontation I was contemplating. I ran through arguments in my head, trying to anticipate Madison's refusal to face what we both wanted.
I simply HAD to find a way to have her. I was no longer content to let her do things to me; I wanted to do them to her as well. Her asinine refusal to allow any emotions or reciprocation was frustrating beyond belief.
After 10 minutes or so of inner monologue, I began to wonder what was keeping Madison. I supposed she could have had a meeting or something, buy why hadn't the secretary told me as I walked past? I stood and sauntered around Madison's desk, scanning the desktop for a clue – perhaps a sticky note or scribbled message that would indicate her whereabouts. I should have known better – her desk was immaculate and completely clutter free.
I wondered briefly if Madison would be upset at my poking around on her desk. I supposed I could always just quickly turn and rest my ass on the desk in my normal "position" as though I had been always waiting for her there. I paused and cocked my head, listening intently for a sound from outside the office. I heard nothing. Taking a deep breath at what I was contemplating, I wiggled the mouse to Madison's computer, hoping her calendar was up and running.
The monitor sprang to life, and jackpot: the calendar was up. I bent over and quickly glanced through the tasks listed, and saw that she would be gone for at least another 30 minutes.
Okay – I'm nosy; I admit it. I plopped my ass in her chair and began to rifle with enthusiasm. I wasn't looking for anything in particular. Though a large file folder labeled "Madison's Deepest Darkest Secrets" would have been nice, I wasn't expecting anything like that. It was more like I was searching for some kind of insight into who she was.
She was neat, and organized. That much I could tell from outside appearances, and I knew as much from my time with her anyways. She had neat graceful handwriting that I found pleasing to read. She was busy beyond belief. I saw in her calendar where she had notated "personal time" – with a quirk of my lips, I realized these were her blocks of time with me. She was brusque in her emails, though courteous to a fault. She kept sex toys in her bottom desk drawer in a closed box. She had an affinity for highlighters. She preferred paper clips to stapling. She stocked tissues and extra pantyhose.
I sat back in the chair, frustrated with my snooping efforts. There was not a speck of personal information in Madison's desk. No pictures of family or friends, no birthday cards or personal books, nothing. She didn't even have the "yay me" wall in her office that seemed to be requisite in most business professionals office. The entire office was sterile. The woman was as much a mystery as always.
I leaned back further in the chair, checking my watch and seeing I still had 5 minutes before Madison was expected to return. As the chair tilted to the limit, my line of sight lowered, and I caught a glimpse of something under the desk in the kneehole. Madison's purse.
I paused, realizing that this was a much deeper invasion of privacy. What was I expecting to find?
Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, I knew exactly what I was looking for. I snatched the black bag up off the floor, opening the top and seeing what I wanted immediately. I grabbed it, opened it, and found the prize. Committing the information to memory, I replace her purse on the floor and strolled out of the office.
I had her home address now.
***
I got the phone call I had been expecting later that afternoon. I answered my ringing line, giving my standard greeting when I heard Madison's sultry voice.
"Claire, please meet me at Fatale's this evening at 8 pm," she said with the intrinsic authority that was as natural to her as breathing.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the consequences of what I was about to do. "Oh! I'm sorry Madison! I have a 'thing' with a friend this evening. I can't make it." I knew I was taking a chance – this was the first time in our association that I had refused her. Would she still go to the bar and find a willing partner for her games? Would she get mad? I waited expectantly for her reply.
After a tense few seconds of silence, Madison said "I see. Another time then."
I breathed a sigh a relief, glad I hadn't incurred her anger. "Absolutely. Bye for now."
Madison didn't respond, merely hung up her end. I sat back in my seat, my head spinning with plans and possibilities. It all hinged on whether or not Madison would still decide to go to the bar tonight. I was betting on not.
After work, I rushed home and took an extraordinary amount of time preparing myself. I knew it was silly, as Madison has been as intimate with me as possible, but the fact that I had never even been naked in her presence made what I was planning tonight a HUGE deal. I shaved, plucked, lotioned, perfumed and inspected every inch of my body. I selected my outfit with care, and for once I wore underwear. Lingerie really, one of my few pieces – this one a sexy emerald green teddy that set off nicely against my skin. Also, for the first time ever, I selected a pair of pants to wear to see Madison. She wasn't getting to my twat so easy tonight.
After a quick stop at the local package store, I wound my way out of the city, following the Google Map directions I had printed earlier at work. Madison lived in the swanky section of town; I had expected no less. Turned down her tree lined avenue, I saw huge houses spaced far apart, most with private gated drives that led to the hidden house. I realized belatedly that my plan had a serious flaw. If Madison lived in a gated house, I was screwed – the element of surprise would be lost.
Finally, I rolled past her house. Thankfully, it was not gated. I passed it slowly, noting with satisfaction that her car was in the drive and a few lights were on behind the curtains. She was home.
I flipped a bitch a few houses down and returned to Madison's home. I pulled into the drive, put the car in park and turn off the ignition. The enormity of what I was going to do hit me, and I took a few moments to collect myself, breathing deeply and 'hyping' myself up.
I stepped out of my car with confidence, grabbing the bottle of wine I had picked up at the package store and strode purposefully to Madison's door. Taking one last deep breath, I rang the bell.
I heard motion on the other side of the door, and stood in plain view, sure that she was using the peephole. I prayed fervently that she opened the door. Like an answer to my prayer, I heard the locks tumble open.
Madison opened the door, and stood on the threshold looking at me with surprise and curiosity. She had changed out of her work clothes, and was in a black silk robe, closed tightly together over her breasts. The robe came to knee level, and covered everything very decently, but I had never seen such a sexy sight before. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders carelessly, her face was clear of makeup, her feet were bare. She looked like twenty different flavors of delicious.
"Claire! Why are you here?" Madison asked in consternation.
