W. Aurora - Adventurous Kate

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered and put her hand over her forehead. She stood and breathed in deeply to suppress the stress she felt building inside of her. “Real life,” she muttered again, and wished she could slip back into the world of fantasy and physical pleasure.

For some reason she thought work would be different that week. She thought it would be flirty and fun. A place where she could talk about her weekend in the break room and people would reveal their own sex stories and maybe make plans to hook up with each other after work, after all, there were a number of attractive people in the office. But she realized after the first hour of the day how ridiculous of an idea that was. Being confined to a cubicle all day and surrounded by numbers and papers was hardly something that inspired sexual fantasy. Perhaps she was still high from her weekend of sexual exploitation.

She knocked on the door of Brad’s office. He was the lead accountant, in charge of every profits report and known to be somewhat high strung. When you’re in charge of the losses and profits of a company, the stress gets to you. As a result, Brad wasn’t much for jokes or casual conversation.

He waved Kate into the office and motioned for her to sit while he ended a conversation with a client over the phone. Kate sat in the chair that faced his desk and tugged at her skirt to try to lengthen it. There was a picture of Brad and his wholesome wife on the corner of his desk. The two of them stood by a lake and smiled at Kate, and it felt a little like she was being judged. As she prepared for work that morning and thought about Number Six, she decided to dress as sexy as possible. She wore a skirt that ended several inches above her knees and black stockings that ended at her thighs. If she sat in certain positions people could see the lace where her stockings ended and the thought of it excited her. Her low cut top showed off her cleavage and she caught several guys peek as they passed by. The outfit pushed the boundaries of the office dress code. While it may not be sexy for say, a nightclub, it was definitely an eye catcher at work and the thought of being sent home for being too sexy turned her on. Unfortunately, those feelings weren’t the same as she sat in front of her boss’ desk waiting to deliver the bad news. She felt cold and admittedly insecure. She wished she would have taken a moment to think about what she was wearing before she left the house.

Brad hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. His tie hung loose from his collar and he sighed in exasperation. “Let me guess,” he said, “you found the error in the profits report.”

“Yes. You already know?” Kate said softly.

“Of course I know. I know everything that goes on in this fucking office.”

“So I guess that means we’re working overtime tonight.”

“No, we can’t. The profits on that report are too high. We didn’t make that much money last quarter. We can’t afford to pay everyone overtime.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“You and I are going to stay. We’ll do it ourselves. It shouldn’t take more than three hours.”

Kate nodded and went back to her desk. As everyone left, she gathered all of her files to prepare for the three hour project. It was eerily quiet without phones ringing constantly and the humming of copiers every five minutes. Most of the lights had been shut off except for Brad’s office, and it seemed very dark.

The time passed slowly but gradually they made progress. Brad’s shirt was untucked as he paced back and forth and read numbers to Kate, who punched them into a calculator. “Okay, as long as those numbers work out, all we have to do is print the new report,” Brad said as he sat down at his desk, “I’m sorry to keep you late, I know you probably had plans.”

Kate finished her calculations, then looked up at Brad, “Oh no. I had a busy weekend, so I was just going to stay in tonight.”

“Oh yeah. What did you do?”

Kate waved her hand casually and smiled, “Oh, it was nothing too exciting, just busy,” she said.

“Tell me. I know I come across as a hard ass, but that’s only because this job is so demanding. I’m really a nice guy, I promise.”

Kate put her papers down and relaxed a little, “It was my birthday. I turned forty,” she said.

“Forty! Really? I would have never guessed you were older than thirty.”

“Oh thanks. I went out with a friend. We had a good time.”

“Where did you go?”

Kate laughed a little and her face turned red, “Oh, I probably shouldn’t say. It’s a little inappropriate for work.”

“Tell me. It’s just us. I can keep a secret.”

Kate smiled before reluctantly answering, “I went to Pink.”

“Whoa! The strip club? I’ve been there a few times. It’s fun. I didn’t know you where interested in women.”

“Oh no, I’m not, but you know, I was interested in experimenting. I don’t have a lot of sexual experience and my friend Ashley came over and we started talking about sex, then suddenly I was on top of her… oh my. I should stop talking.”

“That’s okay,” Brad said, “let’s just finish here.”

“Okay,” Kate agreed, “I have a little bit of a headache, do you have any aspirin?”

Brad grinned a little and reached into his desk. He handed her a small white bottle, “take only one, they’re powerful,” he said.

Kate dumped one of the small white pills into the palm of her hand and tossed it into her mouth. She continued about her work quietly. She finished crunching the numbers and everything seemed to turn out fine, except for the ticking she started to hear.

“What is that?” she asked.

“I guess it’s working,” Brad said.

“What are you talking about?” Kate asked, but Brad didn’t have to answer. The ticking was from Brad’s watch and grew louder with each passing second. Suddenly Kate was hypersensitive to everything. She could hear the scratching of the pencil that Brad used to sign his name. She rubbed her hands on her arm and felt the friction of the microscopic hairs. Something was different and it made everything seem pleasurable. She placed her hand on her breasts and massaged them and the feeling was sensational, like she was masturbating by rubbing her breasts. Brad leaned back in his chair and watched her with his hand down his pants. “What did you give me?” she asked, and the words echoed in her head.

“Just a home remedy,” he said.

It was hot in the room and tiny drops of sweat formed on Kate’s body and rolled down her chest tickling her as they ended at her stomach. She unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. “Oh yeah baby, show me your tits,” Brad said and Kate did what he said and allowed her top to slide off her shoulders. There was no explaining why she didn’t object to his demand, but for some reason, the drug didn’t allow her to say no. “Now rub your pussy a little, but don‘t get carried away, I don’t want you to cum until my dick is inside of you,” he said.

Kate put her hand down her skirt and rubbed herself. The friction from her panties felt nice on her clit and soon she was wet.

“I have a confession, Kate,” Brad said, “That error you found wasn’t a mistake. That report you worked on all day was a bogus report. I made it up so you would stay.”

“Why?” Kate said, the word leaving her mouth slowly as though it was a full sentence.

“I was at Pink this weekend. I saw you playing with yourself. I had to fuck you. Don’t worry about the drug, you’ll enjoy it more this way.”

“Then do it. Fuck me.” Kate said.

The two of them stood up. Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and sucked her nipples. Kate felt light as air and was helpless as Brad gripped her by the arms. She wasn’t going anywhere.