Things you hope your boss never says to you.
“But it’s a good idea. It could be a very, very interesting story,” he added.
A knock rattled the door behind me and Ed glanced at the wall clock. “Let’s keep this confidential for a few days. I want to make sure you can kick it off.” He motioned behind me for his next meeting to come in.
“Hey, Saff,” Tom said.
Mr. Dine ’n Dash.
“Hey.” I brushed by him and turned to Ed at the last minute. “Thanks, Ed. I really appreciate it.”
“Yup,” he said, and turned his attention to Tom.
I ran back to my desk needing the privacy of my cube to jump up and down and scream with silent happiness. What luck. First, I found that business card at the bus stop after sucking face with Tom, who turned out to be not as cool as I’d thought.
Then, I’d gotten Ed’s approval to at least start the story. Going in, I’d figured my chances were only about fifty-fifty. But I won. I was finally going to get the respect I deserved. Not to mention entrance to a sex club.
Hot and bothered by not only my my first victory, but also the prospect of going to a sex club, I scurried to the ladies room at the far end of the building, the one no one ever used but me.
Locked in a stall, I inched my skirt up and panties down, closing my eyes, trying to picture what such a club might be like.
And, of course, what shoes I might wear.
I actually had no freaking idea, but I made a mental note to check Google. There was always something to be found online. But until I did, not knowing made it all the more fun to imagine.
Leaning on the wall, I ran my fingers up and down my soaking slit, spreading the wetness up my lips to my hard clit. With a few strokes, I began to shudder, and went to town until I exploded in a silent orgasm, catching myself on the stall door before my knees buckled and I wiped out on the floor. Not glamorous, but it did the job.
Until recently, I always pictured Tom when I played with myself, but I was done with that douchebag. Now, it was time for something new.