Deborah's senses tingled as she witnessed the man with sandy blond collar length hair stroll into the room. To her, he appeared to glide as he carefully weaved his way in between writhing bodies and found a dark corner to observe the happenings of the office party.
Immediately, his eyes fell upon her. A shiver caressed her body, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
It was as though he called to her. Every move he made drew her near, piquing her curiosity, dulling her senses more than the wine she drank, and lowering her defenses. His gaze sliced through her, causing her to feel as though she were encased in an invisible tomb.
Deborah's breathing labored as the muscles within her stomach coiled. Her core clenched, and dripped with moisture. A moan escaped her lips as her nipples tingled and lengthened as they pressed hard against her lace bra.
Her head began to spin, and she braced herself against the wall. Her heart raced as electrifying currents danced over her skin.
An invisible, overbearing weight pressed against her, and she yearned to cry out for help. Fear set in as she realized no one gave her a second glance. For a few moments, she was separated from the entire crowd.
A gasp escaped her lips as she realized she'd been denied the ability to move. Soon, pleasure embraced her as invisible hands explored her breasts. Her nipples grew erect, against the lace material of her bra, and she tried to scream, but could not. As though to chastise her, unseen fingers squeezed her aching nipples, and she closed her eyes.
Whatever this force was, she knew there was no choice but to surrender, wholeheartedly. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as a hand lifted her skirt and wove its way inside her panties.
She heard her own moans as hot cream flooded her black lace thong while the other hand rested upon her throat. A finger lightly stroked her slickened clitoris, sinking deep into her drenched crevice a few times. She shuddered as the intense climax hit her like a locomotive, coursing along at one hundred miles an hour.
Although no one paid attention, the heat of embarrassment caressed her face as the last waves of her orgasm filtered through her wanton body.
Either this was some twisted wet dream, or she was drunk as a skunk. Maybe, one of the guys were playing a sick joke on her. Deborah wrestled with so many explanations, and settled on nothing.
Suddenly, the weight lifted from her body, allowing her some movement, but only for a few blessed seconds. The moment she tried to leave, the force pressed hard against her, pinning Deborah against the wall once more.
There was no one within close proximity of her at the moment, and the urge to retaliate was powerful. Whoever was doing this to her was damn lucky she was incoherent, or their nuts would have been served to them on one of those silver platters. Well, perhaps once she was freed. Perhaps she was going crazy, there just was no other reliable explanation. Then, she heard a voice within her head.
"Later in the evening, we shall be alone. You will be all mine. A man's stern face flashed in her mind, like lightening across the heavens.
"You did not see me, I was never here. You shall remember nothing, until we meet again." Moving away from the wall, Deborah shook her head and drifted over to the corner, not too far away from the assortment of fine wines. Holding her head in her hand, she took in a few deep breaths until the dizziness subsided and her breathing returned to normal. Blinking, she looked around the room, searching for....For the life of her, she couldn't remember what had happened several moments ago. It was as though her mind were a blank.
Suddenly, appeasing thoughts of wringing her cousin's neck danced within her head. She really didn't want to be here. Two hours had passed since they arrived, and that seemed to drag. Deborah looked around the room, but Melissa was nowhere to be found. She became bored of mingling with those who were somewhat sober, like herself.
Deborah's mind drifted to her drenched thongs. Had she gotten busy with someone after a few shots of tequila and some wine? Why the hell was she so aroused?
Impatiently, she made her way across the room where hors d ouevres and other appealing foods were located. With her mouth watering, Deborah picked up a small plate and collected a few raw veggies along with some blue cheese dressing. Raging hunger dug at her insides as she nibbled on broccoli, celery, and carrot sticks. The next table possessed thin slices of roast beef and other enticing meats that the food servers had displayed. That would be next on her list. Every time she drank, she craved meat. As she ate, she carried on interesting conversation with a few others who worked in her finance department, until she grew tired of the crowd.
Seeking refuge, the desire to be alone overwhelmed Deborah and she sought a spot where no one would bother her. She had eaten and mingled with a few folks, now sleep called to her.
To occupy herself, she began to study people. Standing in a corner, she observed how her co-workers flirted with one another, as though Monday morning would never arrive. Melissa would definitely get an earful, Deborah decided as her mind drifted to a faceless man.
She shook her head again and frowned. Sighing, she returned her thoughts back to the party. Melissa begged her to accompany her once discovering her boyfriend had broken up with her. Feeling sorry for her cousin, she decided to go, against her better judgement.
Folding her arms across the softness of her breasts, Deborah leaned against the wall, studying the crowd before her. Why had she let Melissa drag her to this damn party, with a bunch of snotty drunken ass hats? Again, something clouded her mind. A handsome stranger with eyes of ice blue came to mind. In vain, she fought hard to recall his face, but she could not.
Deborah only remembered his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Strange. She had not recalled the man working in their office building. He must have been some stranger who wandered in from another party. For some unknown reason, her body ached to be filled. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she recalled those eyes.
This was the worst party she ever attended in all her years at Teknet. Boredom seared her soul as she drifted across the room to obtain another glass of wine. It was a damn good thing she wasn't drinking her usual, Jack and Coke. Oh, but of course, they did not have that at this party.
Stephen Mackanovich approached her, probably contemplating on bedding her down for the night. She shuddered at mere thought.
"Deborah, how's it going?" Stephen poured himself a glass a wine while flashing his infamous cheesy grin. Her hand tightened around the glass, imagining it was his neck. Stephen was not an unattractive guy, but his personality made him appear so.
"Awesome, couldn't be better." Deborah flashed a fake smile of her own, turned her head, and rolled her eyes. Inching her way towards the end of the table, she tried in vain to put distance between Stephen and herself. She sighed in a loud manner as Stephen closed the distance between them.
"Say, how about we leave and go to my place?" Stephen chugged the wine, almost emptying his glass. His eyes were glassy, and he lifted a brow as he waited for Deborah's answer.
"No thanks, I'm waiting for Melissa. Once I find her, we're leaving." Deborah sighed, reaching for another bottle of wine. She'd better be careful because the wine was going straight to her head. She knew Stephen was waiting for that opportunity of weakness, to take advantage of her, then spread it all over the office come Monday morning.
"Aw, come on, we can have some real fun. This party is a drag, wouldn't you agree?" Stephen squinted his eyes and struck one of his masculine poses, hoping it would turn her on. Deborah stifled a giggle as she pictured him standing before some full length mirror, practicing masculine poses to go along with his weak ass lines.
For a fleeting moment, she felt sorry for the self-proclaimed stud. She studied him for a few seconds until nausea claimed her. Deborah recalled all the stories floating around her department of his conquests with a few unsuspecting women. He had no problems sharing with his sales team until it circulated and traveled through the entire building.
Suddenly, anger burrowed itself into her soul, and she gave into it. Stephen never suffered the backlash from his exploitations, but the women sure as hell did.
"Listen, I'm in no mood for your games, I'm not going to be your plaything! Got it?" Deborah stared him deep in the eyes, making him squirm.
"Look, Deborah--
"Don't you ever approach me in this manner again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeah, whatever you say." Stephen stepped away from her while observing the room. This would give his sales team something to buzz about. It was rare for any woman to reject Stephen. She hoped they were watching somewhere within the crowd.
"Good! Oh, and I better not hear any false rumors about me. I know how you are Stephen." The man did have a habit of speaking untruths of women who had enough common sense to reject his advances. "If you do, I'll have HR on your ass for sexual harrassment so fast, you won't know what hit you. Do I make myself clear? I'm not the one buddy, don't fuck with me!"
"Look, I don't want any problems." Stephen's eyes grew wide as saucers. God forbid if he were to ever lose his cushiony high end sales position. He was one of the heavy hitters of his sales team, and possessed several of the company's major accounts.
Deborah slammed the glass down on the table and stormed towards the crowded dance floor in search of her cousin, leaving Stephen with a shocked look upon his face. As she walked away, she turned to shoot him a venomous look. "Mother fucker!" Deborah released the words through gritted teeth.
Sabrina, the administrator on the fourth floor tried capturing her attention. "Deborah!" The woman called her name with urgency, waving her arm in the air. Frustrated, she pushed aside a few drunken bodies who didn't care if they were anyone's way.
