This is the third installment of my adventures with my "muse" as one reader called her. As with the last chapter, this one will make more sense if you read the earlier one, but of course it's your choice. Hope you enjoy reading this fantasy as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Two days after the "sales meeting", I was sitting at my desk wrapping up a few things, working past regular working hours as usual. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement in my doorway and then heard a gentle knock. Looking up, I saw Diane standing there, holding several folders against her blouse, looking at me with an almost child-like "I've been bad" expression. She seemed hesitant to enter the room, so I greeted her as warmly as I could.
"Come in, please," I said, my heartbeat quickening in anticipation of whatever it was that she wanted. It sped up more as she slipped in and closed the door behind her. She looked great, as usual, but unlike most days she had on a skirt and high heels. Her dark hair, which she normally wore down, was done into a high ponytail, with her typical bangs in front. As she put the folders on the conference table next to the door, I noticed that her breasts swayed more than usual. The reason was quickly apparent when she straightened up. The rounded outlines of her breasts were obvious beneath the sheer blouse and her nipples were prominent bumps in the material. I could swear I even saw the darkness of her areola through the thin blouse. Following my gaze, she glanced down and realized what I was looking at.
"Oops," she said with a little laugh. "I guess I have no control over the girls."
"Which begs the question, why are you walking around like that?" I asked.
"No worries, no one is here -- everyone else has gone home," she assured me. "I'll explain later. But first, I came down here to talk to you about the other night. I'm sure you're wondering about what you watched."
Diane locked the door, then walked across the room and around my desk to stand next to my chair. "Can I have a chocolate, or am I being punished?" she asked lightly. I opened my desk drawer and took out a Dove dark chocolate, handing it to her. As she un-wrapped it I replied carefully, unsure of where the conversation was going.
"Well, yeah, I am wondering about a lot of things, but it's not my place to "punish" you for what went on. I was certainly surprised the whole thing happened right after our evening here -- I thought we might have started something special."
Diane stopped unwrapping the chocolate to answer. "We did -- I thought that evening was special too. What happened between us wasn't even close to the same. We made love. Wonderfully, I might add. That was -- well, fucking. But it also was a side of me you should know about before we get any closer. Making love with you was special, but I have another side too; it just doesn't come out very often."
She finished opening the chocolate and popped it into her mouth while I was considering what she had said. I didn't start to understand her, but I was still very attracted to her and I couldn't deny that watching the gangbang had turned me on.
She moved closer, as if to better convince me. "I saw the camera light come on and somehow knew it was you. Did you watch everything?" I was amazed that she seemed completely un-embarrassed by what I had seen. She pressed when I hesitated, "Well, did you?"
"I did," I answered reluctantly, not wanting to admit my voyeurism.
"And?"
"OK, I was feeling a lot of things. I was scared for you, at least at first, and I was shocked that you let it happen."
"And?"
"And I was turned on by it," I admitted grudgingly. "Although I was also thinking that I should be the one doing some of those things with you -- though in a different setting."
"I would very much like that," Diane said. "But I admit I enjoyed the evening in that setting too, even if the sales managers didn't think so. Men are such fools. But back to the fact that you were turned on when you watched -- did you record my little adventure as well?"
She had me there. "How did you know I was watching?" I asked, dodging her question.
"I saw the camera teleconferencing light was on. It's obvious if you know it's there. In fact, I was surprised no one else noticed, but they were distracted," she said with a little smile. "But you didn't answer my question -- did you make a recording?"
"Yes," I admitted, again reluctantly.
"Oh, good!" Diane exclaimed, startling me. "I was hoping you had because I want to see it - we can watch it together!"
Diane was just one surprise after another -- I never would have guessed that she would want to watch the recording of her being gangbanged with me. It was logical to assume that an event that potentially degrading, to some people anyway, would be embarrassing. Apparently not.
"You have it here, don't you?" she asked impatiently.
"Yes, I have it,' I told her. "But not on my PC. I transferred it to a thumb drive -- having something like that on a work computer is a really bad idea." I reached over to my shoulder bag and took a thumb drive out of the front pocket. Logging off the system and disconnecting my computer from any work connections I put the drive into a slot.
"You're certain you want me to watch this with you?" I asked her, not sure she was serious.
"Very," she assured me, moving to stand behind me. "If we're going to have a relationship of any kind you need to understand this part of me."
I shrugged and clicked on the drive's icon to open it, then clicked on the file, which I had named "Sales Meeting". Diane snorted when she saw the title but otherwise stood behind me waiting for the video to start, her hands on my shoulders. She bent down to look over my shoulder as the scene came on my 20-inch monitor, large enough that it was almost as if we were watching it the whole event live in the conference room. The smell of her perfume hit me when this close, adding to my already aroused state.
