Office Duties Box Set #1(9)

“I was kinda only joking about that stuff,” Slinky sheepishly informed with a toothy smile. “It’s just a legend in the office. You know, a rumor to keep us entertained.”

“I think that rumor has a little more truth to it than you thought. I saw a lot of hallways up there and they could have led to an elevator.” Sam sighed and looked back at the pile of folders. “I guess I’m just guessing on that, though, and I’d better get back to this stuff. It’s not going to do itself.”

“Well, see you bright, early and chipper,” Slinky gave her farewell. Sam wasn’t going to promise the last one, but she was interrupted from saying so when Slinky glanced down the hall and scowled. She dropped her voice to a mumble. “Witch coming, watch yourself.” Sam nodded and her friend escape before Mrs. Winkle arrived.

“Have you finished?” her supervisor sharply asked.

“Not yet. Are you sure you want me to stay longer?” She nodded at the small pile which remained. “I can finish that up tomorrow morning and have it on your desk by then.”

“If you don’t have the folders done by now, merely leave them on your desk when you’re finished.” She ruthlessly put on a pair of gloves. Sam was almost afraid she wanted to choke her with her bare hands. She leaned in and Sam leaned back. “And you’d better finish quickly.”

“Or else?” She felt there was some foreboding consequence waiting for her.

Winkle’s scowl deepened, but she left without another word. It left a bad feeling on Sam as the office became quieter with each farewell of her coworkers. Lights were shut off and the cubicles were darkened for the night. She hurriedly got back to work, but any sort of noise startled her from the task. She couldn’t get away for a good half hour after her shift was supposed to end, and by that time she was the last one left.

Sam was ecstatic when she was able to put the last of the folders in the done pile. She stood up and her eyes darted over the floor. All was quiet while she quickly put on her coat and slung her purse over her shoulder. Every shadow seemed to her a threat as she made her escape to the elevators. She frantically pushed the button to call the machine to her, all the while looking over her shoulder. Nothing moved, all was still and silent. It was eerie, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator came to her floor. The doors opened and her breathe caught in her throat.

Mr. Davies stood in the elevator. He had that strange smile on her face. He nodded at her and swept his hand inside the space.

“Care to ride down together?” Sam would have refused but she couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. Besides, she thought it worse to wait for the next one and be on that creepy, silent floor.

“Sure.” Her voice was shaky and she was careful to move to the far side of the elevator once inside.

His hand hovered over the buttons as the doors closed. “Which floor?”

“Basement, please.” The doors shut and she was trapped inside with him until the bottom floor.

He pressed the button, but he didn’t step back from the panel as they started the trip down. She was startled when he turned to her with that half smile and spoke to her. “Have a good day?”

“Um, yeah, it was okay.” She didn’t know what to say to him, not after what they’d done last night. Her face blushed and she squished into the corner. She frowned when he sighed and shook his head.

“I see Mr. Smith didn’t do a very thorough job throwing off your suspicions,” Mr. Davies commented, and Sam jerked back in surprise. “I must give him credit, though, he did a wonderful job considering the short notice and his inexperience in sowing buttons. Don’t you think he did a fine job with your buttons?”

“I, um, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam replied. She nervously glanced up and noticed the camera above the numbers. There hadn’t been any horrible consequences yet, but another tryst could finish off her job. Her nostrils flared as his musky smell began to permeate every inch of the elevator. There was no escaping it. Her breathing quickened and she nervously shifted her weight from one leg to another.

His eyes moved down her body. “No need to worry, we won’t be interrupted.” She was hoping for the exact opposite. “He also tells me you were following him earlier today. Is the kitty getting curious?”

That was the final straw. She wouldn’t be trapped again. “I think I need to get off.”

Sam went for the buttons, but Davies blocked her path. “Mr. Smith is taking care of the camera and guards, I need only stop the elevator.” To prove his point he removed a set of keys from his pocket and inserted one of them into the lock on the button panel. When he turned the key the elevator stopped immediately. Now Sam was almost panicked, and he noticed. “No need to be so frightened,” he soothed as he pocketed the key chain. “You enjoyed it last night.”

“We can’t do it again.” It was the same excuse she’d given last night, but her job was still important to her.

When he turned to her she couldn’t have been more squished against the elevator wall. “But you won’t mind, will you?” His musky scent was all around her now. Her blouse was starting to tighten and her hips rounded out her skirt.

“We just can’t.” She sounded like a broken record, but it was the only argument she could manage. Her mind was a swirling mess trapped in a fog. She couldn’t even do anything when he moved over and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Hush,” he softly commanded as he nuzzled her neck. His whisper scorched her skin while the heat in the elevator rushed up. She hissed when her breasts pushed against her shirt and her nipples brushed against her bra. His laughter echoed off her neck. “Doesn’t that feel wonderful?”

Her shortness of breath meant she couldn’t reply. His free hand slid up her leg. He teased the band of her skirt before reaching up and plucking at her straining buttons. One. Two. Three. They were gone and her breasts were released from one confinement. She was breathing hard now, and her breasts heaved up and down. He smirked when her hands grasped the rail at her back as he leaned down. He slowly ran his tongue along her luscious mounds and she let out a slow, aching gasp. She couldn’t help arching her back to push her breasts closer to his mouth.

Davies moved back and chuckled at her disappointed whine. He pulled at her coat and purse, and she let him strip them off her. They fell at her feet and she flipped off her uncomfortable shoes. She shifted uneasily against the rail and her skirt slid up her wet, glistening thighs. She was aching for him to hold her, to touch her, and he was teasing her by just standing there watching her. She could see the need in his own eyes and in the front of his pants. He was torturing them both with his hesitation.

“Say it,” he hoarsely commanded. She was confused. She didn’t understand. He crept up to her and nibbled on her ear. “Say you need me.” Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t do as he asked, she wouldn’t. She needed him, desperately so, but she wouldn’t say it.

His resolve was breaking as his hands slid up the inside of her thighs. He rubbed himself against her and she groaned. Her hips matched his as he pushed her skirt up past her wet panties. They were moving faster, and their grunts and groans grew louder. She could feel herself climbing closer as he cupped her in his hand and began rubbing at her sensitive clit. She clutched on to his back as her soft groans carried into quick, heated breaths.

He couldn’t take it any more, so he pulled his hand away and tore her panties down. His pants dropped to the ground with them and his hands grasped her butt cheeks. He pulled her up onto the railing and pushed into her heated, wet core. She threw her head back and screamed her joy as he began smoothly pumping himself into her. She grasped his head in her hands as her legs wrapped behind his back. They were joined in the dance as their heated bodies entwined. Each was pushing against the other as they neared their climax.

“Yes! Yes!” she chanted as she felt herself going over. Her walls clenched him tight as she tightly clutched onto him.

He pumped a few more times before she felt him come inside of her body. He leaned against her for a minute or two while they both panted away their exhaustion. Then, unwillingly, he pulled out and set her back down onto the floor. He fixed her skirt and buttoned her blouse as she tried to shake loose from the intoxication of his male scent. He took hold of her coat and purse, and stepped over to the elevator control panel. Before she knew what was happening the machine was on the move again, and was steadily taking them down to the basement.

“Perhaps this time I won’t have Mr. Smith put up that charade for your benefit,” Davies suggested. He politely handed her back her coat and purse, which she mechanically took into her arms. “But you should control your curiosity, at least for now.”

That sounded like a threat, but she couldn’t be sure. Sam was still in the daze of the aphrodisiac when the elevator reached its destination. The doors opened to the subterranean parking lot and Davies gently guided her out onto the pavement. He himself stepped back into the elevator and gave her a low, elegant bow as the doors began to close.