I watched as she glanced at everyone, her deep blue eyes scanning everybody on the floor. Yesterday her eyes were green, they changed almost daily. Jokingly, I often told her she was a mutant. The scan was seemingly innocent but everyone in the room had been evaluated. She knew all of us well, myself probably the best. We had worked together at Eddie’s News Channel Six for the last three years. I’d been here four years before her. Katrina is without doubt my favorite person in the world.
We made a rocky start to our working relationship and, to be honest, things were awkward at best for some time. She had joined Eddie’s a few days before the annual holiday party and, at the party, she’d definitely over indulged at the open bar. She had moved here ahead of her son and husband, and sought to drown her loneliness in the free spirits. Drunkenly, she stumbled onto me and a co-worker in a back office. It didn’t help that I was dressed as Santa and I was punishing the naughty little elf bent over the desk. Katrina could have left, but no, she stayed and watched. Awkward. Then, after we finished, she drunkenly critiqued us!
The next morning, she apologized repeatedly. From there, things got more awkward when she found out the naughty little elf didn’t actually work at Eddie’s but was the boss’s daughter. We’ve got past it and have even shared the occasional joke about fat men in red suits and sluts in green, not that I was anywhere close to fat.
I continued to watch her as she talked to junior technicians, advising them on something – or rather, instructing them in their tasks. From my chair behind the main broadcast rack, I watched everyone in the studio, keeping tabs on the various projects and employees.
I continued to watch Katrina when she wasn’t looking. She had lost weight and then gained muscle and tone. The yoga program she introduced to the workplace was really paying off.
I checked the work I was editing and looked up again, catching her beautiful eyes just before they returned to the most junior of our technicians. Had she been looking to see if I was checking on her?
I couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes always changed color but today they were blue, my favorite color. Besides my obvious attraction, Katrina and I worked well together and we never crossed each other’s boundaries. Not that either of us had actually ever discussed what those boundaries were. I wasn’t actually sure what they might be. We flirted, joked and, once in a while, shared stories but we had not gone further.
We were both married and loved our significant others. Yet we always discussed the people we’d flirted with throughout the week, like we were two generals discussing battles won and lost or strategic moves we’d made and rewards received.
We agreed monogamy was unnatural. If we were meant to love only one person forever we’d be Swans. Neither of us ever cheated, though. At least, not that I knew of on her part.
I looked up again to check on Katrina. She was gone. A quick scan of the room proved it was devoid of Katrina. The door hadn’t been opened, my ears would have popped from the pressure change. That only left behind me and I refused to look. She’d win, it was an unspoken game. A game with no real rules or objective, but if I looked I would feel like she had scored a point.
As much as she’s a lioness, I’m a lion. We are very dominant, yet we both submit at times. We were flips, dominating one minute and submitting the next. In these relationships the sub has all the power. No matter what, the sub can always say, “No.” That makes the sub the one with all the power. By this logic it also meant the Dom has to be that much more skilled to earn the “yes” and keep it. Most people don’t understand that and fewer people understood flips. We wanted and enjoyed letting people take control, letting them think they had all the power then turning the tables on them.
I felt her near me; she hadn’t gotten close enough yet to touch me but she was right there. My eyes darted to the clock, 5:45pm, the crew would be packing up in a few minutes and leaving. I decided to make the first move, so I pounced.
“Any plans for tonight?” I asked as if there was no doubt she was behind me.
Some would say breaking the silence first was a point scored for her, in this unspoken game. Some being her. To me it was a point earned: I’d spoken first but she also knew that I’d known she was there. I waited in silence and was about to turn and check if I was wrong when she finally spoke.
“Nope. Here all night. Got the night shift,” she said as she approached and leaned against the desk, her hip brushing against me.
Each night a trained employee stayed to monitor the system’s pre-recorded broadcast. If there were any issues and Channel Six didn’t broadcast ,it would mean a million-plus in revenue to the Board of Directors. I stayed each night during the week. It gave me a chance to train people better, and to get to know them. We had a bunch of employees I otherwise wouldn’t know as well.
Katrina scheduled who stayed what nights and I rarely checked; I liked to let it be a surprise. Most of the employees were fun to hang out with after hours and it gave them the chance to see me as more than the typical boss.
“Guess I drew the short straw tonight huh?” I said, poking a little fun at her.
“Really?” she asked incredulously. “I thought I was one of the fun ones? I mean I’m no elf, but I’m not without perks,” she said smiling as she shifted her body to lean against me.
So, it was the accidental touch game she was playing. I moved some papers on the desk, letting a pen roll off the side. I bent to pick it up, getting a great view of her killer legs. I reached for the pen, my arm grazing her leg in the process.
She moved again and leaned entirely against the desk. Her firm ass pressed against the papers I had just shifted. I tried to move them out from under her but she didn’t budge.
I looked up, making eye contact and using the movement to check out the rest of her. Her legs had definitely toned up, although they were sadly but appropriately crossed now, the pin stripped pencil skirt hugging her tight frame. A loose blouse concealed her firm perky breasts which she never flaunted but always seemed to accentuate by crossing her arms under them. My perfect head movement took her all in, including her devilish smile. I had spent a long time perfecting the movement so my eyes never lingered and I always kept eye contact afterwards.
“You are definitely no elf,” I agreed, knowing she would wonder but not ask what that meant. I stood up to leave.
“You got the helm for a few minutes?” I asked, moving to make room for her to get off my desk and sit. She took the seat with a smile.
“Like how you changed the subject,” she said, still smiling but more wickedly now. I returned her smile as I turned and walked away.
The rest of the day I was kept busy preparing for the close of week meeting with the Board of Directors. After that meeting, I ran down to my office and grabbed the laundry bag. I stayed here all week and went home on weekends. The station kept laundry machines for outfits, costumes, and stuff they used on set. I tossed my clothes all into a machine, added a laundry pod and went back to my office.
I was clicking away at the computer, reading and replying to reports, when my office door opened. Katrina walked in with my laundry bag. An involuntarily smile cracked my face.
“Laundry service now?” I asked as I stood to take the bag she offered.
“In your wildest dreams,” she said, tossing the bag into a spare chair.
I noticed she had changed the professional skirt and blouse for yoga pants and a Star Wars T-shirt. She plopped into the chair opposite mine and put her feet up on my desk. I eyed them with one eye brow raised until she reluctantly pulled them down. We exchanged small talk as I folded my clothes: the usual how’s the family and kids. As for sex – apparently, it had been weeks for her because Steven, her husband, was grounded. He had been arrested for public intoxication. I couldn’t help but smile. This was typical for her to ground him.
“Poor you. I don’t have that problem. The grounding.” I held up four fingers.
“I wish it’d been four days,” she pouted
“No, four times today.” I chuckled.
She looked at me confused so I reached over and grabbed her hand. I closed her fist then extended her index and middle finger. “Sweetie go take care of business,” I said smiling and went back to folding laundry.
She stood and, for a second, I thought she was going to actually leave and do as I had suggested. I was sorely let down when she took the shirt from my hands.
“Seriously you are terrible at this,” she commented. “Look you fold it like this. Grip here and here and turn away from you,” she explained while demonstrating, folding the undershirt into a perfect wrinkle free square.
I was honestly impressed. Not that I’d let her know. I grabbed the next shirt and tried her way. I got the motions but I did not succeed in a perfect wrinkle free square. I shrugged and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs.
“Do you want to do this?” I asked, arching a brow, slightly annoyed at my imperfection.
“This is a wife’s work and I ain’t your bitch.” She grabbed another pair as she asked, “What do I get out of it?”
She had the most devilish look. I wanted to bend her over and solve all her issues right there, but beyond banter we didn’t have that kind of relationship. “If I gave you anything you wouldn’t be so frustrated and desperate,” I said as she folded, “and I like you this way.”
“Desperate? That word never left my mouth,” she snapped but I could tell her grounding Steven was punishing her, too.
“Right, you had said you went a bit crazy last time it had been this long,” I said bringing up a previous conversation.
“Crazy is an understatement.”
I smiled. I could only imagine her going crazy. I knew that she was more into girls than men, despite being married, and that Steven let her do what she wanted on that field.
“Who was that with again? Amanda?” I asked, digging a little deeper.
“Nope.” Then she added, “It was a couple. Fucking amazing by the way.”
I was truly shocked. I guess I didn’t know her like I had thought. “And Steven didn’t care?” I asked amazed, then realized by her facial expression that Steven didn’t know. I was intrigued. “Seriously? Tell me more.”
“Nope. Sorry, not talking about it,” she replied, unfolding and folding the last shirt and moving onto the rest of my boxer briefs. I just watched as she continued to fold. It was hard to hold back a smile. I was getting my laundry folded anyway, apparently.
“Seriously. I ain’t your bitch,” she said, ruining my previous thought.
“Well, seriously, what do you want?” I asked knowing she was just being coy or I was misinterpreting her comment. I decided to step up the situation just a little and test it. I moved behind her and pressed her against the desk as she turned to face me. I molded her fist into a two finger extended shape again and smiled.
“Really?” she asked, annoyed.
“Seriously, do you need me to explain where they go?”
I was teasing her but my body was definitely reacting. I was pressed tightly against her and I was pretty much enticing her to masturbate. She smiled back and slipped her hand into her yoga pants looking into my eyes as she did so. I didn’t move, I wasn’t going to break and move back and I was certain she was bluffing. She leaned back against the me, her other hand still gripping my laundered underwear, and let slip a faint moan.
“You’re right, this is easy,” she whispered between gasps.
I waged a war with my face not to react. A war not to not be aroused was quickly lost. My bulging erection pressed against her, begging to be released. Our boundaries were definitely shifting.
“Bluffing,” I stammered, hating myself for the anticipation of her proving me wrong.
“Am I?” she asked, dropping my underwear and rubbing her breast over her shirt. She aroused her nipples till they were firm and pointed. I wasn’t sure now and I was stuck at that line she had drawn in the sand. If I crossed it and was wrong, things just got awkward again. And, if I was right, the power play just swung in her favor.
“For such a hard ass, you’re so self-coscious,” she said, still playing at masturbating.
I smiled and decided to take the middle ground. I slipped a hand to her groin and pressed her hand against her from outside her yoga pants. Surely I’d feel if she was really doing it or not. I could feel her breath against me as my fingers gripped her hand and made her fingers actually press against her. The shock on her face was priceless but I still wasn’t sure if she’d actually been doing it or not. She was shocked at my advance or because she now didn’t have a choice. I pressed on her hand firmly rubbing her fingers against her body. She didn’t move away and she didn’t stop me. This was new territory for our relationship.
“Now who’s bluffing?” I asked smiling.
“Your still so self-conscious. And you are bluffing.” She shifted under the new pressure; she had been faking.
She turned and leaned close. I felt her breasts press against me as her lips barely touched my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck. I smiled at her and hooked my thumbs in the side of her yoga pants.
“Challenge accepted,” I said taking control.
I went to my knees, pulling her pants down at the same time. To my surprise there was no panties to bar my way. She was trimmed, the line of fiery curls leading straight to my destination. Her legs spread in invitation.
“Surprise, no panties.” She smiled down at me. I was sure I’d be facing her panties forcing her to quit our little game.
Refusing to lose, I leaned in, tasting her sweet body as my tongue slide between her pussy lips. If she was bluffing, it was now a moot point because she was soaking wet and I loved the taste of her. Her back arced and her hands gripped my head. She was very sensitive. Little moans escaped her as I slowly used my tongue to caress her clit. Knowing she was way more into women, I was going to go slow and prove to her a real man could be just as good. My tongue danced slow circles, then moved up and down, side to side. I focused on her clit, always the same slow rhythm. Her legs tightened against my head and then released; her moans continued but faster and louder.
“Fuck!” she gasped.
I split her lips with my tongue and tasted her deeper, smiling at her reaction. My thumb continued to toy with her clit, tapping and rubbing, while I used my tongue elsewhere. I drove my tongue inside her, up and down, switching between thumb and tongue.
Her nails dug into my scalp but I didn’t care.Her pleasure wiped away any pain she caused. I licked her clit more and more, my fingers gently slipping into her now. She was boiling to the touch as I entered, and she squirmed as I toyed with her. Slowly I ran my fingers in and out an in again, curling them to her G-spot.
Her delicate moans had turned to a fury of verbal exclamations. She prayed to God, cussed, pleaded for more and begged me not to stop: as if I had any intention of stopping now! Her pleas and sheer excitement had me rock hard and I wanted to fuck her – but not yet. She had called my bluff and I had stood my ground, now she was going to beg.
A second finger joined the first and my tongue flicked back and forth. I was fingering and curling faster and rougher. Her nails had dug trenches in my skull and I loved the pain. She began to shake and her body tightened around my fingers as her cum dripped down her toned legs. She screamed. I yanked my fingers out and spun her around, bending her over my desk spilling folded laundry everywhere. I slipped into her hard and fast; she was so wet we didn’t need lubrication.
I knew she’d be coming again fast. I slammed into her as deep as I could go, then pulled out. I pounded her roughly over and over again as I gripped her hair, pulling it back. My other hand explored her shirt, rubbing her nipples. Years of pent up desire raged through me, through my cock and into her.
“Does Steven fuck you like this?” I asked.
She tightened around my cock each time I slammed into her. I fucked her faster and harder, my hand yanking her hair brutally and the other fondling the breasts I had so long waited to touch.
“No,” she screamed. “Fuck me harder.”
Her breath came in gasps as she came against me. She pushed with her hands against the desk and I fell back into the seat, dragging her with me. She stood and turned, stripping her shirt in the process. Her breasts were perky and firm, her nipples erect. The reddish blonde hair she kept up in a bun flew as she spun and was now displayed around her shoulders and on her breasts. She climbed onto my lap and ,with perfect aim, sat on my cock. I sank deep inside her and she bounced up and down, now in control.
“If only he fucked me this good,” she said, finally answering me.
I groped and teased her nipples as she rocked and bounced faster, cumming again. My cock got harder, swelling until I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold much longer. I rubbed her clit, still teasing her nipples. She rocked so fast I was sure if anyone did look in they’d only see a blur. Then I came inside her.
I yelled loudly as hot spurts of cum filled her and leaked down my shaft, yet she didn’t stop. I grunted and grabbed her ass, pushing deep within her but she continued to fight me and rocked back and forth and I came more. I stood, holding her, and moved us to the floor and fucked her harder. Each time I drove into her I’d be rewarded with her screams of pleasure. I fucked her harder and covered her mouth with mine. kissing her deeply. I came once more and gently rolled off to the side, spent.
“Fuck that was needed,” I said, smiling.
She turned, leaning over me and she smiled at me. She took my now limp cock in her mouth and sucked the rest of the cum from me. I felt myself start to harden again.
“Mmm, that was way more than I thought you’d give me.” She stood naked before me.
“More is exactly what you’re gonna get,” I said. “Now let’s use the shower.”
We went to the women’s locker – and found that not everyone had left for the night… but that’s a story for another time.
