“There you go.” Kelsey looked down at the paper in her hand as she hit the ‘clear’ button a few times. It looked like a copy of the Lockheed numbers. Guess my memo made it out, she thought. “Try it now.”
Matt hit the green “copy” button and the machine roared to life. He gave her a wink. “Excellent! Thanks!”
Turning to go back to her desk, Kelsey hesitated, frowning. She crumpled the paper in her hand, tossing it at the wastebasket. She missed, though, and dipped to retrieve it. Matt was done, and the next person in line was Steve from personnel. Kelsey saw a flash of the document as he laid it on the glass and she opened the crumpled one in her hand. It was exactly the same. What was Steve from personnel doing copying the Lockheed numbers? Matt, sure—he was in sales.
Kelsey’s eyes skipped down the line of people waiting to use the copier. She saw Tina, who worked with Steve in personnel. “Whatcha got there?”
“Lockheed numbers.” She held up the exact same document that both Matt and Steve had copied. “Oliver needs them.”
Kelsey opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. What in the hell was going on? Feeling a little dazed, she went back to her desk, noticing the blinking light on her phone. Picking up the receiver, she punched in her code to retrieve messages.
“Hi, listen, this is Mike from Tech. I was wondering if you’d tried out that new I.D.? How’s it working for ya? Let me know. I’d appreciate it. Still working out the bugs in this system! Thanks. Bye.”
Her new I.D. Well, the memo had obviously been sent, so it was clearly working. Maybe too well! She was sure she’d only sent it to the sales staff—she had a separate list with just their names. So why had “Message Sent to All Employees” come up? Had she really sent the memo out to everyone?
Kelsey opened up the message program, and a ‘new message’ window popped up again, distracting her. It was her new stalker, DUX217:
“Seeing you bending over at the copier in that skirt made me hard as a rock. Men’s room. Now.”
Kelsey shivered, glancing around, as if the sender of the message might be lurking. Whoever it was had watched her at the copier. Then she remembered Matt’s smile, his wink. Still, practically the whole office had been standing in line waiting there!
She clicked “Reply” and her fingers flew over the keyboard. It was better safe than sorry, right?
“I don’t know who you are, or what you think you’re doing, but I’m sure that Human Resources would consider this sexual harassment and I don’t want to have to take any further action against you.”
Kelsey sent it off before she could think about it. She sat waiting at the screen, watching for a reply message, but none came. He’s in the bathroom. The thought occurred to her and she chewed on her nail, thinking.
Now that the message was sent, she decided that safe sucked, and she was, indeed, very sorry.
Standing, Kelsey walked slowly around the corner, heading away from the copier and filing cabinets. She slipped into the little alcove where the men’s and women’s rooms faced one another. Standing at the drinking fountain, she pushed the button and let it run. Is he in there?
Curious, she cautiously pushed open the door a crack. She saw the urinals, but there was thankfully no one standing at them. Edging the door open a little further, she saw the sinks, further down the wall from the urinals and closer to her. No one there either.
She was about to let the door swing closed when she heard a soft moan. Her eyes wide, she froze, her breath catching in her throat. She edged into the bathroom, staring at the stalls. Someone was obviously in one of them, and she now had no doubt in her mind as to what he was doing.
The voice was just a whisper, a breath really. She had to strain to hear him.
“Oh god, Kelsey, I’m so hard for you.”
Was Matt Roberts masturbating and thinking about her? Kelsey felt something tighten in her belly at the thought. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, striped stockings and camouflage shirt. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes too bright.
“Ah god, those fucking stripes,” he groaned, and she heard movement, a rhythmic sound. She leaned against the sink for support, feeling weak and dizzy again. He was jerking off, she just knew it. And he was thinking about her! Not Helena Lockheed, or Susan from marketing with the huge… assets… but her!
“I wanna shoot my cum all over those hot little stripes of yours.”
Who was it? Matt? The voice was a hoarse whisper, too distorted to tell for sure.
Kelsey watched her face fill with red heat, and the tingle between her thighs grew to an itch. She couldn’t tell if it was Matt, but she wondered. That rhythmic sound grew faster, louder. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard