This short story is a slight departure from my previous stories. I usually like to work on the build and the action, this story is more "getting to the point." Sometimes, even in Literotica, it's nice to have a true wank story. Enjoy.
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"Look we all have family" the woman sitting at the desk spoke. "If you have problems then see personnel and take time off. You DON'T bring it to the office; understand." Her voice was firm.
"Yes Ms. Crawford" Mark Benson answered softly.
"I want that research by the end of the day, got it." The icy voice continued.
Mark knew the meeting was over and silently left the office. God, how could someone so hot, be so fucking cold; he wondered. Well, at least he wasn't fired. Time to hustle, he figured heading for his own office.
Behind him, Carolyn Crawford paid little attention to his leaving. She had spent years of hard work making her way up the corporate ladder. Not a moment had been spent on her knees either. Hard work and proven results had gained her the Vice-President of Marketing; and she was damned well sure no upstart runt was going to make her look like an ass at the next management meeting.
Just as Carolyn reached for the keyboard to her computer, she heard her cell phone buzz. Glancing over, she froze in mid motion staring at the screen. The image of a red bullseye flashed slowly on the small screen.
The image caused two rushes of emotion through her; the first was a rush of fear, dear god he wouldn't...not now; her terrified mind thought. At the same time she was totally unable to prevent the sudden gush of fluids that soaked the gusset of her panties.
Carolyn knew everyone in the office thought of her as the Ice Queen. What would they think watching their corporate vice president quivering like a child as she sat at her desk?
Carolyn tried to think clearly. He couldn't, not here at the office; and besides how would he know where she was. When the next image came across the small screen, she felt her stomach almost roll.
It was a snapshot of her calendar book, the same one resting on the corner of her desk. She could tell by the image it was of her schedule for today. Pulling the book closer she compared the images. Oh God, it WAS her schedule for today; he knew she was all but OCD about her calendar; and he had used it.
Carolyn touched her intercom. "Grace, I'm heading over to the tower for the board." She was surprised at how calm her voice was.
"Yes Ms. Crawford" the disembodied voice of her secretary came back. "I'll prepare for your interview at three" Grace said.
A shudder went through Carolyn; a meeting from one to two, then the interview at three with the new marketing company. She knew that meeting would take most of the rest of the afternoon, that meant somewhere between...Carolyn almost moaned.
"Good, have them waiting." She told Grace, and then snapped off the intercom.
The ten minute walk and elevator ride over to the "tower" as it was known was pure hell for Carolyn. She kept looking at faces, watching dark corners, worried. The game was on, and the prey was growing more frightened by the moment.
Once the meeting started, the mental shift for Carolyn was almost a relief. Her mind was totally consumed and all other thoughts she pushed to the back.
As the small group filed out of the conference room, the sudden rise of darkness threatened to overwhelm her. She barely heard the voice beside her.
"Hey want to grab a quick bite, we have some time" Andrew Pritchard assistant head of accounting said.
Her first thought was to say yes, keeping someone beside her would offer her a sense of protection. When she looked at Andrew and saw his eyes staring at her breasts with almost a leer, a shudder of revulsion went through her.
The prick had been trying to get into her panties for almost a year. Forget the fact he was married, she thought.
"Sorry have to pass" she tried to smile. "I have a marketing interview."
"No problem" she could see the disappointment in his eyes. "You know maybe we could catch dinner sometime, just the two of us. I really think we would have a good time." He flashed a leering smile.
On your deathbed asshole, she whispered to herself. "I bet" she only replied sourly. "Later" she cut him off and strode down the hall.
Just the image of Andrew sweating above her sent a shudder of disgust through her. Her mind so preoccupied with fending him off, she dropped her guard, if only for a second. That was all it took.
With a squeak, Carolyn felt a powerful hand grip her upper arm and jerk her entire body to the side. Before she could even react, she stumbled into a small room and the door slammed shut, enveloping her in total darkness.
A hand clamped over her mouth, cutting of the small scream that rose in her throat. She could feel her body shoved forward until she pressed against a shelf.
Carolyn could smell pine sol and cleaning supplies; they had to be in one of the housekeeping closets, but where. She was furious with herself for letting her guard down, and now HE had her.
"Slut" a male voice hissed in her ear from behind, as his weight pressed her into the shelf.
"Unnngggggg" was all Carolyn could moan against the hand over her mouth.
Carolyn shuddered as she felt a steel pipe pressing against the cheeks of her ass through her skirt. God he was hard, her terrified mind thought.
The hand over her mouth shifted, and she opened to try and speak. Just as she started to try and tell him that here at the office was not the place, she felt a small rag stuffed into her open mouth, effectively gagging any sound.
NO, she tried to scream; not now. She struggled back, trying to turn her body to face him in the darkness. All the fighting did was to spur him on more.
"I'll bet your fucking soaked" his voice filled her ear. "Little bitch."
Violently Carolyn shook her head, to no avail. She felt the weight pressing her forward until her breasts mashed painfully into one of the shelves.
"The Ice Queen is a fucking SLUT" the voice pounded in her ears.
Carolyn's eyes grew wide in the dark as she felt her skirt suddenly jerked up and over the curve of her ass.
"Nnnnnnnn" she tried to muffle out over the cloth gag. Then her mind literally blanked as two fat fingers bypassed the gusset of her wet panties, and rammed up into her cunt.
"Fffffffuuuuuuuggghhhhhh" she moaned into the spit soaked cloth.
"Tight little twat bitch" the voice hummed.
Carolyn couldn't even respond as she felt that hand pump hard into her. Every shove of his fingers drove her to her tip toes as he almost lifted her in his powerful grip. Reaching out she held onto one of the shelves as he rocked her body in the dark.
Carolyn felt her eyes wanting to roll back as a knot grew deep in her belly. Fuck, he was going to make her cum, she dimly realized. Then, just as the wave started to crest she felt him jerk his hand back, his fingers coming free of her grasping walls with a wet slurp.
