Jeff shook his head and muttered to himself as he drove behind the sedan with a fake bloody arm hanging out of the trunk, "Well it's almost over," he thought as some costumed co-workers ran laughing across the parking lot as freed autumn leaves blew in the breeze around them. He parked his car and grabbed his lunch bag, "Just have to get through this day and take the kids out on the street tonight and its done."
His kids were six and eight so Halloween was a big deal for them. He tried to make it enjoyable for them but felt that adults should leave these things to kids. Having it in the workplace was just unprofessional. He wasn't an old man, in fact he was just thirty, tall and fit, clean cut, and he liked fun but all this Halloween stuff was so childish.
He walked into the front door of his building and was greeted cheerily by the security guard who had an arrow through his head with fake blood down both sides of his face and over his snow white uniform shirt. "Hey Jeff," he grinned.
"Jesus Leo. Not you too. Fuck man."
Leo laughed, "Hey! It's just a bit of fun you stick-in-the-mud! You should see your boss!"
"What's that old witch up to?" Lorraine Connors was her name and she was known in the company as being demanding, sometimes petty, sometimes mean and borderline incompetent. He wasn't the only one that called her a witch and it wasn't the only name people whispered behind her back. "Slut" was another as it was generally believe, without any real proof, that she had slept her way to her position as Manager of Human Resources and Payroll. He called her old as she was about fifty but everyone, including himself, had to grudgingly admit she looked amazing for her age and dressed to kill. Other women claimed she had plastic surgery and breast implants but as far as he could tell she just looked after herself well; working out, watching what she ate and making good use of cosmetics. She definitely had the laser eyes corrective surgery done however and her perfect straight white teeth suggested a lot of money had gone into those too. So inflated titties? Maybe. They were round and magnificent. He was only at the company for about two years now so he hadn't seen her tits before that.
"It's the one time during the year that she can actually wear her real cloths to the office," Leo grinned.
"So the witch is dressed as a witch," Jeff groaned.
Leo looked around and whispered conspiratorially, "Man she got on these black high heels and fish net stockings! Oh my good God man, she may be a witch but what a hottie."
Jeff waved goodbye and went up to his cubicle in payroll. Lorraine's office was down the hall between them and HR. His plan as to put his head down and work and let the silliness of the day pass him by. He doubted he would get so lucky however as Lorraine was actively trying to seduce him. It wasn't that in another place and time he wouldn't enjoy fucking her brains out but he was married to a great woman and had two young kids. He loved his wife, she was an amazing mom, and worked part time to provide them with secondary income. The last thing he wanted to do was betray her. They used to have an amazing sex life but unfortunately with the kids, her work on the side, and really doing the bulk of the household chores she was exhausted most evenings and their sex life had eroded to maybe once a month. It was wonderful when they were able but they commonly went weeks without. He admitted that it left him open to Lorraine's advances and she knew she was getting to him. He knew that excited her all the more and he surmised that her sex life at home may be leaving a bit to be desired as well. Her husband was a tremendously successful man with several businesses but the mid-age spread and good life had taken him. His belly split over his belt and his sprawling bald spot made him look more like an old monk these days.
Lorraine was actually the boss of his boss but she liked to throw her weight around the office. It was a constant power trip. His boss provided no buffer between Lorraine and Payroll. His take seemed to be that if Lorraine was terrorizing them then he was being left alone.
The flirting had started the moment she had unfortunately noticed him checking her out. She was a beautiful woman and always looked good but he regretted those early days when he had foolishly thought it would be just some innocent flirting. He noticed as well that he appeared to be her only target at the moment but she was very discreet. It started with looks and smiles and then prolonged conversations in the hallways. She found out he was married but that seemed to only fuel her desire even more. Then there was casual touching. He would have to show her something on an opened file and she would touch his hand underneath the folder. She would ask him to show her something on the computer and use it as an excuse to lean over him, pushing her large round breasts against him, her stylish shoulder length auburn hair against his cheek and the smell of her expensive perfume in his nostrils. They had a scent free work place but she blatantly ignored it.
It escalated quickly to outright passes. Under the table at a meeting she would reach over and caress his leg. "You must work out." She'd tell him and squeeze his ass. It was impossible to ignore but he tried. That only took it to the next level. One day she e-mailed him to go to her office. She started asking him some questions on a routine pay matter that she should not be involved in. She told him to sit in her chair and show him something on the computer while she squatted next to him. Her door was slightly ajar but people didn't willingly go into her office.
"You know you do know this stuff," she complimented him sweetly, "And Walter is getting close to retirement. That job could be yours if you played your cards right." With that she slipped her hand through the arm rest of her expensive leather chair, over his side and right on his cock.
"Jesus Lorraine!" he jumped in the chair and gripped onto the arm rests.
"What's wrong Jeff?" she just laughed, "A woman never grabbed you before?"
"God!" he said shocked as she began to rub as well as squeeze and probe through his dress pants to try and determine his size. "I'm married."
"Married people fuck other married people all the time Jeff," she whispered seductively.
"I don't want to cheat on my wife," he hissed.
"You want to cheat yourself out of an amazing lay? You're getting hard," she smirked.
"I know, you're rubbing me, that doesn't mean a thing." He took her hand away and stood up, "But I'm stopping this now. I don't want you touching me any more Lorraine."
"You're such a good family man Jeff? You want to provide for them? Fucking me will fucking double your income. Don't be stupid. It's just some casual office sex."
"No," he told her firmly and left her office.
That was about two months ago and things had progressively gotten worse for him, and his unit for that matter. Work piled up and project after project came over from Lorraine. She sent him several special projects which required massive amounts of work for which he had to take home just to get it even reasonably finished on time. He was paid by salary so didn't benefit from any overtime.
For one such project she instructed him in writing to personally bring her the file as soon as he finished. On the diary date, feeling very exhausted late in the afternoon, he went to her office with it. She smiled at him smugly as she got up from her large mahogany desk and walked around to lean her bum back on it and cross her long legs and arms to look at him. "You look like shit."
She didn't look like shit, dressed in a smart dress suit, navy blue, with a tight short skirt and her legs encased in black sexy nylons with black high heels. She had an expensive pale blue silk blouse and her breasts almost exploded out of it. In spite of his hatred of her and his utter fatigue he found his eyes slowly dropping over her long body. "I'm exhausted trying to keep up with all the work."
"Gee. Hope that isn't affecting your sex life too much!" she said with mock concern.
"I'm good."
