Dwight let himself into the office early for his usual work day preparations. His eyes were puffy and his clothes not quite as wrinkle-free as normal. He let out a large yawn. The first sign to Dwight that something was wrong was the foul odor. He lifted his head up and sniffed the air. There was a slight fecal smell mixed with a strong iron-like scent. It was not a strong odor, but Dwight had always prided himself on his exceptional senses, and he knew something smelled wrong.
He walked over to his desk and placed his briefcase down. Dwight turned and walked to the break room, looking around the area for clues to the smell. When he opened the break room door, the stench wafted out in a huge, pungent mass of stink. He automatically covered his nose and held back a gag. He reached over with his free hand and turned on the light. The florescent lights flickered on.
Dwight was stunned to see saw a pair of denim clad legs sticking out between the tables. But the sight that made Dwight suddenly lose some of his control was the walls. There were streams of blood covering parts of the walls and drenching the vending machines. It was like someone had taken a can of red pain and thrown it Jackson Pollack-like in a grotesque visceral painting. The combination of the smell and the sight of so much blood made Dwight’s stomach churn. He braced himself and walked slowly to the body to identify who it was. He barely reached the table and he stretched up and bent to see the face that belonged to the legs.
Dwight recognized Roy Anderson immediately. When he caught sight of the scissors sticking out of Roy’s neck, Dwight lost all of his control. He reached over and grabbed a garbage can, hurling his morning Egg McMuffin and Orange Juice into the plastic bin. He stayed bent over for a second before he could stand. Then Dwight came to his senses enough to know that he was standing in the middle of a crime scene. He let go of the garbage can and back tracked to the door to let himself out. After closing the door, Dwight ran over to his desk and dialed 911.
“911, how can I help you?” Answered a female voice.
“I…My name is Dwight K. Shrute! I work at Dunder Mifflin.” Dwight said quickly, “There’s a body. Roy…Roy Anderson, a former employee is lying dead on the floor!”
“Sir, calm down. I will send a vehicle to your address at once.” The woman replied. “Are you safe? Is anyone else hurt? Is there a perpetrator on the premises?”
Dwight looked around the office, suddenly fearful of what else could be happening. He saw the broken lock box on Angela’s desk.
“I think I’m the only one here. There’s a lock box that appears to have been broken into. What do you want me to do?” Dwight asked. His face was pale and he felt dizzy.
“If there is no one else there, then leave the room and wait at the entrance for the police to arrive. Do not let anyone else enter the premises. Do you need to stay on the line with me?” The operator asked.
“No, I’m on the office phone.” Dwight said, wanting to get out of the room. “I’ll wait outside for the proper authorities.”
Dwight hung up the phone and retrieved his briefcase, knowing that it was not part of the original crime scene. As he went to the entrance, he felt for his cell phone to call Michael. When he reached the door, Michael was on the other side just starting to reach for the door knob. Dwight freaked out and let out a little small girlish scream. Michael jumped back in alarm.
“Jeez!” Michael yelled, “What is wrong with you?”
“Michael, Michael you can’t go in there!” Dwight stammered, feeling his heart racing. “Roy’s dead!”
“What?” Michael looked confused. “Dwight you look terrible! What are you talking about?”
“Roy is dead, stabbed on the floor in the break room!” Dwight answered and tried to close the door behind him. Michael dropped his briefcase on the floor and a hand shot up to his mouth. He thought for a moment.
“You’re kidding me.” Michael suddenly said and smiled, “I bet Jim is pulling some prank on you. You are such an easy mark!”
Michael pushed by Dwight and went into the office. Dwight waited for a second and a loud shriek was heard from the office. Michael came running out and slammed the door behind him. His face was pale and the crotch of his trousers was wet.
“Oh my God!” Michael yelped, “Call 911!”
“I did. They’re on their way.” Dwight said, he clumsily and tried to put the key in the lock.
“What are you doing, locking the door?” Michael asked.
“No one is in there!” Dwight said faintly.
“Dwight, there is a body in there!” Michael snapped, “How are they going to get in?”
“Oh right.” Dwight said and put the key in his pocket. They heard the squawk of a police radio and saw two Lackawanna County Policemen coming out of the elevator. The police approached them.
“You call about a body?” The tall, mustached one asked.
“Yes, there is a former employee, Roy Anderson, dead on the break room floor.” Dwight said.
“He has a big pair of scissors sticking out if his neck!” Michael added and gave a shiver. He could feel the moisture on the front of his pants starting to cool and give him a chill.
“Are you the only one’s here?” The cop asked.
“Yes, none of the other employees have arrived yet.” Dwight said. Michael wondered to himself if he had a pair of extra jeans in his car trunk.
“Can you both wait out front and stop the other employees from entering the building?” The shorter, baby-faced cop asked.
“Sure thing. Of course, Officer.” Dwight said professionally and he led Michael to the elevator. Michael shook his leg out and attempted to hide the wet stain in his pants. They got in the elevator and started to descend.
“Oh my god!” Michael said quickly, “I got to call corporate! What do you think happened?”
“I have no idea!” Dwight replied, “It would help if I were still with the sheriff’s department.”
They walked to the glass entrance and stood outside. Oscar and Kevin pulled in at the same time. They exited their cars and walked over.
“What are you doing out here?” Kevin asked. “Michael, why are your pant’s wet?”
“There has been an act of homicide in our office.” Dwight answered. “The authorities are in there now. We have to stay out here.”
“Roy’s got a pair of scissors sticking out of his neck!” Michael said loudly, “Dead, blood everywhere, someone vomited in the garbage!”
“Jesus!” Oscar said and crossed himself. Kevin, shocked, sat on a small bench near the entrance.
“Roy…Pam’s Roy?” Kevin inquired.
As if using her name was an introduction, Pam’s car arrived. The men watched nervously as she parked and walked towards the small group. At the same time the mustached police officer came out of the entrance.
“Sirs, and Ma’am,” The cop said and nodded to Pam. “We are going to need you to stay in the parking lot and not leave just yet. My partner is upstairs and securing the scene. If any other employees arrive. Can you have them stay here? We will need to ask some questions. Just go over there, out of the entrance way and some more police will be here soon to help.”
Pam looked at Michael, then Oscar. She felt a sense of dread growing in her heart.
“What’s going on?” Pam asked.
For a second, all four men stared at Pam sorrowfully. She saw their expressions and panic started to fill her. Michael suddenly looked everywhere but at Pam. Dwight looked at the ground. Kevin just kept shaking his head. Oscar walked over and placed an arm on her shoulder. He looked at her and tried to form the words.
“Pam…someone…has been killed in the office.” Oscar said slowly. “It was someone close to you?”
“Jim…” Pam felt her blood run cold and she turned pale. She shrieked, “Not Jim!”
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Paper Cut: The Office Murder Mystery - Chapter 1
The clock on the wall of the break room read 10:14pm. The killer stood over the body, a bloody pair of scissors in their bare hand. Bright red blood trickled down the killer’s cheek and dripped down on their blue shirt. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Then, a sound came from the office in the next room. The office front door opened. The killer quickly turned off the break room light and looked through the blinds into the office area.
Jim Halpert came into the office. He headed towards his desk and turned on his small desk light. He opened a top drawer. He was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt. He had a cell phone pressed in his shoulder as he used his hands to search for something.
“I know Karen.” Jim said hurriedly, “I have the number here.”
Jim picked up a piece of paper and held it in the lamp light of his desk. He read aloud the phone number printed on it.
“I know, but if you’re gonna use me for your answering service, you should at least be patient enough to wait until morning to get the phone number. “ Jim said exasperated. “I understand that she’s your sister and you needed that number. Next time have Pam send it to your voicemail. No, I don’t understand your problem with her!”
Jim sighed in irritation. “Uh uh, I’m not coming over tonight. I’m tired. You’re cranky. You made me leave my comfortable apartment and drag myself over to the one place I hate to be in the middle of the night. It could have waited until morning. Okay, I’ll see you in the tomorrow.
Jim clicked the phone shut. He crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it into the garbage can. The killer accidently hit a metal blind slat with a hand. It made a small click. The killer stood back quickly and strengthened the grip on the bloody scissors. Jim heard the click and looked up. He stood silent for a moment listening for any other strange noises. He glanced over at the darkened break room. Jim took one step in the direction of the break room door. The killer backed up and slid into a shadow.
Jim’s phone rang loudly in the still night. He paused distracted and opened the phone. Looking closely at the number, he pulled a frustrated face and answered the call.
“Yes?” Jim snapped, “No, I am not stopping by the Wendy’s to buy you a chicken sandwich. Why? Because I have approximately 10 hours before I have to hall myself back into here. I want to go home, relax and get some sleep. No…I am not mad at you. I’m just tired.”
Jim turned back towards the office entrance. He reached over and snapped off his office lamp. He ended the call to Karen and this time, turned the phone off before clicking it shut. He took out his keys and left, locking the door behind him.
The killer waited for a full five minutes before moving out of the shadow, all the while wiping bloody hands off on the blue shirt. The killer headed to a small closet in the corner, opened the door and removed an old jacket that had been left by a previous employee. Donning the jacket, the killer covered their bloody clothes and placed the bloody scissors into the jacket pocket.
Walking quickly out of the break room, the killer went to Jim’s desk and opened the top drawer. Using a tissue, the killer removed a pair of stainless steel scissors. The scissors had “Jim’s Scissors – Remove from Jim’s desk and this will self destruct” etched into the side of the orange plastic handle.
The killer walked over to Angela’s desk and opened the bottom file drawer, carefully removing the small metal box. Prying open the lock with Jim’s scissors, the killer removed the petty cash that was enclosed. The destroyed lock box was then placed back on Angela’s desk.
The killer walked back to the break room and flicked the overhead light back on. Bending down, the killer paused for a second before plunging Jim’s scissors into the gaping wound in the victim’s neck.
Standing back and examining their handiwork, the killer looked closely for any clues that could give them away. The body was face up. It was clothed in jeans and a green flannel shirt. His arms were bent at an odd angle, one hand reaching towards his throat. The victim’s legs were splayed out and one was angled under the dining table. A large pool of blood was already congealing under his head. His eyes were staring up and open at the ceiling. The once handsome and boyish face of Roy Anderson was open mouthed, as if in a muted scream.
The killer stood for one more minute, coldly gazing at the dead man, and then turned to leave. The break room light was turned back off and the killer quietly exited the office.
Jim Halpert came into the office. He headed towards his desk and turned on his small desk light. He opened a top drawer. He was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt. He had a cell phone pressed in his shoulder as he used his hands to search for something.
“I know Karen.” Jim said hurriedly, “I have the number here.”
Jim picked up a piece of paper and held it in the lamp light of his desk. He read aloud the phone number printed on it.
“I know, but if you’re gonna use me for your answering service, you should at least be patient enough to wait until morning to get the phone number. “ Jim said exasperated. “I understand that she’s your sister and you needed that number. Next time have Pam send it to your voicemail. No, I don’t understand your problem with her!”
Jim sighed in irritation. “Uh uh, I’m not coming over tonight. I’m tired. You’re cranky. You made me leave my comfortable apartment and drag myself over to the one place I hate to be in the middle of the night. It could have waited until morning. Okay, I’ll see you in the tomorrow.
Jim clicked the phone shut. He crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it into the garbage can. The killer accidently hit a metal blind slat with a hand. It made a small click. The killer stood back quickly and strengthened the grip on the bloody scissors. Jim heard the click and looked up. He stood silent for a moment listening for any other strange noises. He glanced over at the darkened break room. Jim took one step in the direction of the break room door. The killer backed up and slid into a shadow.
Jim’s phone rang loudly in the still night. He paused distracted and opened the phone. Looking closely at the number, he pulled a frustrated face and answered the call.
“Yes?” Jim snapped, “No, I am not stopping by the Wendy’s to buy you a chicken sandwich. Why? Because I have approximately 10 hours before I have to hall myself back into here. I want to go home, relax and get some sleep. No…I am not mad at you. I’m just tired.”
Jim turned back towards the office entrance. He reached over and snapped off his office lamp. He ended the call to Karen and this time, turned the phone off before clicking it shut. He took out his keys and left, locking the door behind him.
The killer waited for a full five minutes before moving out of the shadow, all the while wiping bloody hands off on the blue shirt. The killer headed to a small closet in the corner, opened the door and removed an old jacket that had been left by a previous employee. Donning the jacket, the killer covered their bloody clothes and placed the bloody scissors into the jacket pocket.
Walking quickly out of the break room, the killer went to Jim’s desk and opened the top drawer. Using a tissue, the killer removed a pair of stainless steel scissors. The scissors had “Jim’s Scissors – Remove from Jim’s desk and this will self destruct” etched into the side of the orange plastic handle.
The killer walked over to Angela’s desk and opened the bottom file drawer, carefully removing the small metal box. Prying open the lock with Jim’s scissors, the killer removed the petty cash that was enclosed. The destroyed lock box was then placed back on Angela’s desk.
The killer walked back to the break room and flicked the overhead light back on. Bending down, the killer paused for a second before plunging Jim’s scissors into the gaping wound in the victim’s neck.
Standing back and examining their handiwork, the killer looked closely for any clues that could give them away. The body was face up. It was clothed in jeans and a green flannel shirt. His arms were bent at an odd angle, one hand reaching towards his throat. The victim’s legs were splayed out and one was angled under the dining table. A large pool of blood was already congealing under his head. His eyes were staring up and open at the ceiling. The once handsome and boyish face of Roy Anderson was open mouthed, as if in a muted scream.
The killer stood for one more minute, coldly gazing at the dead man, and then turned to leave. The break room light was turned back off and the killer quietly exited the office.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Office Sex series - Michael and Jan.
Michael opened the front door and let himself in warily. He looked around for any sign of Jan. Lately, she had been ambushing him at the front door after work. Michael was starting to find her constant sexual demands exhausting.
He lifted his head and smelled the air. He detected the scent of food cooking. Following his nose towards the kitchen he entered and saw Jan standing at the stove, wearing a small dish cloth as an apron and stirring ingredient in a pot. She gave him a welcoming smile. She seemed calm and not her usual manic self today.
“Hello Michael.” She said sweetly. Michael liked Jan best when she in her domestic mode. He walked over and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I’m making my special spaghetti sauce and pasta.” She said brightly. Michael took off his jacket and laid it over the back of a kitchen chair.
“Wow, what’s the occasion?” He asked. He enjoyed the smell of the tomatoes and herb concoction.
“Oh, your mother called and she is coming for dinner.” She said lightly and continued to stir.
Michael felt his heart drop and he sat in the chair. He looked down and rubbed his eyes. This was obviously not good news.
“What’s the matter?” Jan asked, seeing Michael’s distraught response.
“Jan, Jan, Jan, this is not good!” Michael said and started rocking in the chair. Jan put the spoon down and walked over to him. She put her hand on his back and patted him tenderly.
“Michael, why are you getting upset?” She asked gently, “What’s wrong with your mom visiting?”
“She’s evil!” Michael exhaled, feeling a panic attack coming on. “She doesn’t like me too much.”
“Michael, she’s your mother!” Jan caressed his back. She was shocked at this response, “Of course your mom likes you. She loves you!”
Michael looked up at Jan’s concerned face. He was touched at her caring expression. He breathed in and sat up straight. He looked out the window for a second and then answered hesitantly. “You’re right. I’m probably overacting.”
“You have obviously had a very hard day at work.” Jan said, “Why don’t you go take a shower and relax.”
Michael stood and Jan gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She looked very closely in his eyes and saw in his a pain that hurt her to see. “You’re going to be fine Michael.”
Michael walked out of the room like a man walking to the electric chair. Jan watched him leave. She pondered what was in store for the evening. She went back to the stove and stirred the pot, mulling over the situation.
Michael took a hot shower and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. He was somber for the next hour. He heard the front door bell chime. Walking to the door, he opened it with a look a resignation on his face.
“Well, about time Michael!” his mother snapped and she pushed past him. She was a tall, imposing woman. Her hair was slate gray and cut into a short bob. Her eyes were blue and she had a tight smile on her face. She was wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of white slacks. She carried a large white designer bag.
“Hi mother.” Michael said flatly and he leaned over and to give her a kiss on the cheek. She pulled away before his lips made contact.
“So, Jan answered your phone.” She said, “Are you living together now. You can’t just marry her like most normal men out there?”
Jan came into the living room to greet them. She was looking very pretty in a jeans and a soft peach sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a pearl clip. Her face made up lightly with cosmetics. She looked every bit an innocent woman.
“Hi, I’m Jan, it’s so nice to meet you.” Jan said pleasantly and proffered her hand.
Michael’s mother inspected her closely as they shook hands. “So your Michael’s boss. Now you live with him. That part of his job perk?”
Jan took in the tone without a flinch. One of her eyebrows raised and she instantly assessed the woman in front of her. She knew a shark when she saw one and this was not too much for her to handle. “Actually, I would consider it a bonus for me.” Jan smiled widely and continued the shake, forcing Michael’s mom to break the handshake.
Jan placed her hand him Michael’s and leaned next to him. “You have a wonderful son here, Mrs…?”
“Standish. Mrs. Standish.” His mother replied. “I got rid of Michael’s dad’s name with the next marriage. Traded up.”
“Well, I’ve made a wonderful pasta for our dinner.” Jan replied calmly, “I have the table ready if you’re hungry.” She led Michael to the dining room. He squeezed her hand.
“Well, I have to eat.” Mrs. Standish said curtly, “I suppose pasta will do.” She followed, looking around at the tastefully decorated room. It was obvious that the place had received a woman’s touch. She watched Michael and Jan walk ahead of her disapprovingly.
Once in the dining room, Mrs. Standish saw that the table setting was placed in tan and blue plates and napkins. There was a small bouquet of white daisies in the center. Michael was almost mute. He never met his mother’s eyes, worrying over what her next words would be.
He sat at the table and Jan fussed over him. Mrs. Standish sat in a chair opposite Michael. She watched him closely.
“Michael, how have you been?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I’m fine, mother.” Michael said in a monotone. He started eating his dinner. He focused his attention on the fork of spaghetti as if it were a work of art.
Seeing that there was not to be any stimulating conversation from her son, she turned her attention to Jan. She took in Jan’s pretty appearance. This woman was very attractive. She had to have ulterior motives to be with her son.
“So how does a man’s boss end up living in his house with him?” Mrs. Standish asked. Jan, having taken a bite wiped her mouth with the napkin and smiled at the woman.
“I am not Michael’s boss anymore?” She answered.
“Really, you get fired because of Michael?” Mrs. Standish queried. She gave a sideways glance at Michael, who stopped chewing for a second. He waited for Jan’s response.
“Actually,” Jan said and she placed a hand on Michael’s across the table. Michael looked up at Jan. “I quit my job because they tried to make Michael and I stop seeing each other.” She lied.
Michael’s eyebrows rose at her lie. Something about the way she looked at him made him feel a little happy inside. He gave a slight smile.
“So, are you two planning to marry?” Mrs. Standish inquired, slightly uncomfortable at the show of affection shared between her son and Jan.
“Oh, we have all the time in the world.” Jan answered, “We are getting to know each other. You truly have a remarkable son here, Mrs. Standish.”
“Oh, he was such a problem child.” Mrs. Standish replied, “Always complaining. You know he wet his bed until he was 11 years-old.” Michael let go of Jan’s hand and looked down at his plate. Jan took his hand back and gave it a small squeeze.
“Well,” Jan said politely, “I have often found that children with those problems have insecurities that go away when they grow up and have more secure relationships. I can guarantee, Mrs. Standish, that Michael doesn’t have that problem anymore.”
Mrs. Standish ran the words over in her head and tried for a second to figure out if she had just been insulted. Jan stood and offered her a another glass of wine. Jan’s kind expression and politeness belied any malice. Mrs. Standish took a long drink of wine. She watched Jan closely as she sat back down.
“What are you doing now for employment?” She asked Jan.
“I have some feelers out and have had some very nice job offers to consider.” Jan said, “But, I am enjoying just taking care of Michael for a while before I head back into those murky career waters.”
“So Michael supports you?” Mrs. Standish continued.
“No, of course not.” Jan said and she gave Michael a small look of endearment, “I have a very substantial income saved up and I can afford to take a hiatus from work.”
Mrs. Standish frowned slightly at this beautiful woman’s invisible coat of armor. She searched her memory of things Michael had told her in the past.
“You’re divorced right?” She asked innocently.
“Yes,” Jan replied, “Wrong man. He didn’t have Michael’s strong heart. I wanted children. He didn’t. But, I was lucky to find Michael when I did. If things end up like we hope, I think Michael will be a wonderful father.”
Sensing that the battle was lost Mrs. Standish kept the conversation to a minimum after that. Jan spoke lightly about Michael’s career success and about their trip to Sandal’s Jamaica. Mrs. Standish followed the conversation politely, but distantly. Michael watched Jan in amazement at how she had handled this introduction to his mother. He had been sure that his mother would offend her and make her feel unwelcome. In the end, Jan had turned the tables and made his mother feel uncomfortable.
After dinner, Mrs. Standish did not make an attempt to stay longer. She came up with an excuse of meeting her book club. Michael and Jan walked her to the door. Mrs. Standish stood frozen in shock as Jan gave her a big bear hug. She stood still awaiting Michael’s usual missed kiss on the cheek. Michael just stood and gazed at Jan. Slightly miffed at Michael inattentiveness, Mrs. Standish left quietly.
The door closed and Michael stood still, his hands in his pockets. Jan walked up to him and embraced him into her arms. They hugged silently for a full minute. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.
“I had no idea Michael.” Jan said, shaking her head. She gave a loud breathy sigh and looked into Michael’s face. A single tear welled up in his eye and he wiped it away. He felt so embarrassed. Jan pulled close to him again. “You know, I think I finally figured out why I can’t let go of you.”
“Why?” Michael asked softly.
“Because, of all the men in my life, you truly do need me in your life and I need you in mine.” She said and she kissed him sweetly.
Yes, yes I think I do.” Michael whispered.
“You are never going to be unloved again Michael.” Jan said tenderly, “I promise you that.”
She pulled Michael towards the stairs. He watched her and followed willingly. After many sexual encounters between Michael and Jan, they went upstairs and for the first time, made love.
He lifted his head and smelled the air. He detected the scent of food cooking. Following his nose towards the kitchen he entered and saw Jan standing at the stove, wearing a small dish cloth as an apron and stirring ingredient in a pot. She gave him a welcoming smile. She seemed calm and not her usual manic self today.
“Hello Michael.” She said sweetly. Michael liked Jan best when she in her domestic mode. He walked over and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I’m making my special spaghetti sauce and pasta.” She said brightly. Michael took off his jacket and laid it over the back of a kitchen chair.
“Wow, what’s the occasion?” He asked. He enjoyed the smell of the tomatoes and herb concoction.
“Oh, your mother called and she is coming for dinner.” She said lightly and continued to stir.
Michael felt his heart drop and he sat in the chair. He looked down and rubbed his eyes. This was obviously not good news.
“What’s the matter?” Jan asked, seeing Michael’s distraught response.
“Jan, Jan, Jan, this is not good!” Michael said and started rocking in the chair. Jan put the spoon down and walked over to him. She put her hand on his back and patted him tenderly.
“Michael, why are you getting upset?” She asked gently, “What’s wrong with your mom visiting?”
“She’s evil!” Michael exhaled, feeling a panic attack coming on. “She doesn’t like me too much.”
“Michael, she’s your mother!” Jan caressed his back. She was shocked at this response, “Of course your mom likes you. She loves you!”
Michael looked up at Jan’s concerned face. He was touched at her caring expression. He breathed in and sat up straight. He looked out the window for a second and then answered hesitantly. “You’re right. I’m probably overacting.”
“You have obviously had a very hard day at work.” Jan said, “Why don’t you go take a shower and relax.”
Michael stood and Jan gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She looked very closely in his eyes and saw in his a pain that hurt her to see. “You’re going to be fine Michael.”
Michael walked out of the room like a man walking to the electric chair. Jan watched him leave. She pondered what was in store for the evening. She went back to the stove and stirred the pot, mulling over the situation.
Michael took a hot shower and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. He was somber for the next hour. He heard the front door bell chime. Walking to the door, he opened it with a look a resignation on his face.
“Well, about time Michael!” his mother snapped and she pushed past him. She was a tall, imposing woman. Her hair was slate gray and cut into a short bob. Her eyes were blue and she had a tight smile on her face. She was wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of white slacks. She carried a large white designer bag.
“Hi mother.” Michael said flatly and he leaned over and to give her a kiss on the cheek. She pulled away before his lips made contact.
“So, Jan answered your phone.” She said, “Are you living together now. You can’t just marry her like most normal men out there?”
Jan came into the living room to greet them. She was looking very pretty in a jeans and a soft peach sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a pearl clip. Her face made up lightly with cosmetics. She looked every bit an innocent woman.
“Hi, I’m Jan, it’s so nice to meet you.” Jan said pleasantly and proffered her hand.
Michael’s mother inspected her closely as they shook hands. “So your Michael’s boss. Now you live with him. That part of his job perk?”
Jan took in the tone without a flinch. One of her eyebrows raised and she instantly assessed the woman in front of her. She knew a shark when she saw one and this was not too much for her to handle. “Actually, I would consider it a bonus for me.” Jan smiled widely and continued the shake, forcing Michael’s mom to break the handshake.
Jan placed her hand him Michael’s and leaned next to him. “You have a wonderful son here, Mrs…?”
“Standish. Mrs. Standish.” His mother replied. “I got rid of Michael’s dad’s name with the next marriage. Traded up.”
“Well, I’ve made a wonderful pasta for our dinner.” Jan replied calmly, “I have the table ready if you’re hungry.” She led Michael to the dining room. He squeezed her hand.
“Well, I have to eat.” Mrs. Standish said curtly, “I suppose pasta will do.” She followed, looking around at the tastefully decorated room. It was obvious that the place had received a woman’s touch. She watched Michael and Jan walk ahead of her disapprovingly.
Once in the dining room, Mrs. Standish saw that the table setting was placed in tan and blue plates and napkins. There was a small bouquet of white daisies in the center. Michael was almost mute. He never met his mother’s eyes, worrying over what her next words would be.
He sat at the table and Jan fussed over him. Mrs. Standish sat in a chair opposite Michael. She watched him closely.
“Michael, how have you been?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I’m fine, mother.” Michael said in a monotone. He started eating his dinner. He focused his attention on the fork of spaghetti as if it were a work of art.
Seeing that there was not to be any stimulating conversation from her son, she turned her attention to Jan. She took in Jan’s pretty appearance. This woman was very attractive. She had to have ulterior motives to be with her son.
“So how does a man’s boss end up living in his house with him?” Mrs. Standish asked. Jan, having taken a bite wiped her mouth with the napkin and smiled at the woman.
“I am not Michael’s boss anymore?” She answered.
“Really, you get fired because of Michael?” Mrs. Standish queried. She gave a sideways glance at Michael, who stopped chewing for a second. He waited for Jan’s response.
“Actually,” Jan said and she placed a hand on Michael’s across the table. Michael looked up at Jan. “I quit my job because they tried to make Michael and I stop seeing each other.” She lied.
Michael’s eyebrows rose at her lie. Something about the way she looked at him made him feel a little happy inside. He gave a slight smile.
“So, are you two planning to marry?” Mrs. Standish inquired, slightly uncomfortable at the show of affection shared between her son and Jan.
“Oh, we have all the time in the world.” Jan answered, “We are getting to know each other. You truly have a remarkable son here, Mrs. Standish.”
“Oh, he was such a problem child.” Mrs. Standish replied, “Always complaining. You know he wet his bed until he was 11 years-old.” Michael let go of Jan’s hand and looked down at his plate. Jan took his hand back and gave it a small squeeze.
“Well,” Jan said politely, “I have often found that children with those problems have insecurities that go away when they grow up and have more secure relationships. I can guarantee, Mrs. Standish, that Michael doesn’t have that problem anymore.”
Mrs. Standish ran the words over in her head and tried for a second to figure out if she had just been insulted. Jan stood and offered her a another glass of wine. Jan’s kind expression and politeness belied any malice. Mrs. Standish took a long drink of wine. She watched Jan closely as she sat back down.
“What are you doing now for employment?” She asked Jan.
“I have some feelers out and have had some very nice job offers to consider.” Jan said, “But, I am enjoying just taking care of Michael for a while before I head back into those murky career waters.”
“So Michael supports you?” Mrs. Standish continued.
“No, of course not.” Jan said and she gave Michael a small look of endearment, “I have a very substantial income saved up and I can afford to take a hiatus from work.”
Mrs. Standish frowned slightly at this beautiful woman’s invisible coat of armor. She searched her memory of things Michael had told her in the past.
“You’re divorced right?” She asked innocently.
“Yes,” Jan replied, “Wrong man. He didn’t have Michael’s strong heart. I wanted children. He didn’t. But, I was lucky to find Michael when I did. If things end up like we hope, I think Michael will be a wonderful father.”
Sensing that the battle was lost Mrs. Standish kept the conversation to a minimum after that. Jan spoke lightly about Michael’s career success and about their trip to Sandal’s Jamaica. Mrs. Standish followed the conversation politely, but distantly. Michael watched Jan in amazement at how she had handled this introduction to his mother. He had been sure that his mother would offend her and make her feel unwelcome. In the end, Jan had turned the tables and made his mother feel uncomfortable.
After dinner, Mrs. Standish did not make an attempt to stay longer. She came up with an excuse of meeting her book club. Michael and Jan walked her to the door. Mrs. Standish stood frozen in shock as Jan gave her a big bear hug. She stood still awaiting Michael’s usual missed kiss on the cheek. Michael just stood and gazed at Jan. Slightly miffed at Michael inattentiveness, Mrs. Standish left quietly.
The door closed and Michael stood still, his hands in his pockets. Jan walked up to him and embraced him into her arms. They hugged silently for a full minute. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.
“I had no idea Michael.” Jan said, shaking her head. She gave a loud breathy sigh and looked into Michael’s face. A single tear welled up in his eye and he wiped it away. He felt so embarrassed. Jan pulled close to him again. “You know, I think I finally figured out why I can’t let go of you.”
“Why?” Michael asked softly.
“Because, of all the men in my life, you truly do need me in your life and I need you in mine.” She said and she kissed him sweetly.
Yes, yes I think I do.” Michael whispered.
“You are never going to be unloved again Michael.” Jan said tenderly, “I promise you that.”
She pulled Michael towards the stairs. He watched her and followed willingly. After many sexual encounters between Michael and Jan, they went upstairs and for the first time, made love.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Office Sex Series- Kevin and Packer
Loud music filled the club. Kevin and Packer entered the room and took in the atmosphere. There was a stage in the middle of the room. A big busted red head was undulating around a metal pole to the musical styling of Def Leppard’s “Pour some Sugar on me.” A bright pink spotlight picked up the sparkling glitter that powered her body. She wore a fuzzy purple g-string. Kevin stood in the doorway for a second staring in awe at the dancer.
“Kevin,” Packer said loudly, “close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.”
“Sorry.” Kevin answered. He followed Packer to a small table near the stage. He spotted a large buffet table in the corner.
“Don’t worry Kevin.” Packer said, “I lose my control when I come in here too. I’m glad you could drive me here. That damn DUI is really cutting into my social life.”
“You said there’d be a buffet.” Kevin said, “But I really shouldn’t be here. I have a fiancée.”
“This ain’t cheating!” Packer replied, giving Kevin a frown. “This is looking! Is it cheating when you get horny over an actress like say, Jennifer Lopez, while watching a movie? It’s the same thing!”
Packer sat down and pulled out his wallet. He was flush from a recent poker game. He found a few twenties and a handful of one dollar bills. The waitress came to their table. Packer ordered a bourbon and coke.
Kevin asked for a Pepsi. He looked over at the buffet table and noticed they had a large block of cheese. He felt his stomach rumble.
“Damn Kevin, loosen up and have a drink!” Packer said, “I’m buying.”
“I have to drive us back.” Kevin said. Packer was watching the dancer. Packer saw where Kevin’s attention lay.
“You are such a stick in the mud!” Packer said. “Go hit the food big boy!”
Kevin stood up and went to the buffet table. There was a big pot of chili being served. A basket of crackers and bread were to the side. The block of cheese was surrounded by cut fruit. Kevin reached for a bowl and filled it to the brim with chili. He cut off some cheese and placed it in the chili. Then he grabbed some crackers and a bunch of grapes. He scurried back to their table with his treasure and began to chow down.
Packer saw a tall blonde sitting a few seats down. He gave her a sly, sideways grin. She smiled back and Packer wiggled his eyebrows at her. She giggled and said something to another woman beside her.
“Well alright!” Packer said to Kevin, “Just got here and look at the nasty little blonde there. She will be mine!”
Kevin was mid chomp when he looked over at the blonde in question. “She looks nice.”
“I ain’t looking for nice.” Packer said. “I’m looking for naughty.” He called over the waitress and ordered drinks to be sent to the woman and her friend.
“I always order one for the friend.” Packer explained. “It makes it all classy like.”
Kevin watched as Packer prepared to make his move. The stripper on the pole was done and the announcer introduced a dancer named Trixie. She came out on the stage dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her little checkered blue dress was cut to just below her waist. She wore a white thong and red spangled 6 inch stilettos. Her brown hair was tied into two pony tails. She held a small basket, but Toto was nowhere to be found. Instead, the basket held a furry white dildo about 10 inches long. Kevin ate quickly without taking his eyes off the dancer.
“You know it’s too bad Michael wouldn’t come with us.” Packer said, still watching the blonde.
“Ever since he hooked up with Jan, it’s like his tallywacker fell off. Wonder if she had him wearing little pink lacy panties?”
Kevin just nodded and finished up his chili. It was very spicy and made his face turn red and flushed with perspiration. He set his bowl aside and gulped the lukewarm Pepsi. This place must save the ice for the expensive drinks.
Packer motioned the two women to his table. They brought the drinks that he bought them. He noticed that they had both picked very expensive cocktail concoctions. The blonde was very tall and was wearing a turquoise mini skirt. Her long blonde hair was clipped at the top and she wore large rhinestone earring. The other woman was short and spilled out of a bright yellow spandex dress. She did have as much make-up on as her taller friend. They had huge smiles as they approached. Kevin feeling uncomfortable with the presence of the women kept his attention on Trixie of Oz.
“Well hello Ladies!” Packer said. He stood and waited for them to be seated. When he sat down he scooted his chair towards the blonde.
“I’m Todd Packer.” He introduced himself, “My portly friend here is Kevin?”
“I’m Priscilla.” The blonde said in a rich throaty voice. “This is Myrna.”
“What brings you to the club on this fine afternoon Priscilla?” Packer asks and he placed his arm on the back of her chair.
“Oh, my day off from work.” Priscilla purred, “I dance too. But the club I work at has a midnight show that I work at.”
“Wow, I noticed you have a dancer’s legs.” Packer smiled and moved closer.
Priscilla laughed and Packer giggled back with her. Kevin looked at his watch. He knew that they could not be here too long. He wondered if driving Packer to a strip club and hitting on chicks could constitute as work time. He was curious about how he would account for this in the payroll.
“We work in the Paper industry.” Packer said.
“I love paper.” Said Priscilla, “Especially green paper.” Priscilla placed her hand on Packer’s knee. He smiled back. He got the message and thanked God that he had thought to place a $50 bill in his right shoe. Play for Pay was never a problem for Packer when he was in the mood. Packer placed his hand on hers and squeezed.
This back and forth flirting continued. Packer and Priscilla got to know each other. Myrna watched the dancers with slight interest and sipped on her drink. Kevin looked at his watch and decided to just follow Packer’s orders. Michael had told him to drive Packer around and he was only following instructions.
He watched the next dancer come out. She was black and wore a shiny white thong and bra. Her dark skin glowed and when the stage darkened and florescent lights turned on he saw she was covered in bright florescent paint. Big bright hearts and flowers were painted over her smooth dark skin. A slow, tantalizing Snoop Dog song about gin and juice played out of the speakers.
Kevin felt a small burn in his stomach. He felt a little uneasy and fidgeted in his seat. He looked around him uneasily wanting to know where to find the bathroom. Packer was pressed close to Priscilla. Her hand had worked its way down towards his crotch. He was downing his third bourbon, minus the coke.
“Honey, you want to take this party in another room?” Priscilla teased in Packer’s ear. Packer reached down into his shoe and withdrew the $50 bill.
“Hell yeah!” Packer crowed. He stood and Priscilla stood with him. She was almost 3 inches taller than Packer in her black high heels. She looked at her friend who just nodded in silent communication. Packer told Kevin to stay put. Priscilla led him towards a door on the side of the stage. As they headed towards the door, the full breasted redhead stripper walked by. Packer paused looked over at Kevin and stopped the redhead.
“Hey Babe.” Packer asked, “You do lap dances?”
“Sure Honey.” She said in a high pitched voice. She looked at Priscilla. “You want some double trouble?”
“No, I got my hands full here.” Packer laughed and squeezed Priscilla’s ass. She squealed and giggled. Packer pointed towards Kevin.
“I’ll give you $20 if you can make that guy come with a lap dance.” Packer opened his wallet and took out the money. The stripper took the bill.
“Sure thing.” She said demurely, “I can guarantee it.” She walked towards Kevin.
Packer followed Priscilla to the door. They went into a hall that had 2 doors on either side. Priscilla led him into a room on the right. It was the size of a closet and painted a weird shade of red. There was a padded bench and nothing else. Priscilla closed the door and Packer kissed her hard.
The redheaded stripper had changed and was wearing tight denim cut-off shorts and a white tank top. She had no bra on. Kevin watched her approach and for a few seconds forgot his upset stomach. She smiled and stood in front of him. Priscilla’s friend had found her way to another part of the club. Kevin stared at the redhead.
“Hi I’m Gloria!” She said sexily, “I wanna dance for you.”
Kevin’s mouth dropped. He stuttered a little, “I…I…fiancée…huh?”
Gloria licked her lips and moved directly in front of him. She stood with her legs astride one of Kevin’s legs. He was paralyzed to his seat and looking directly up at her. She thrust her large breasts into Kevin’s face and his eyes travelled south. Gloria took his hands and placed them on her hips. She rocked her hips side to side to the music and moaned loudly. Kevin was shocked to find he was developing an erection. It was not in his control.
Back in the closet, Priscilla was sitting on the bench and bending over. She was giving Packer a blow job and he was holding her head. He moaned and arched his head back. She worked her expert tongue over his small, puny penis. She acted as if he were John Holmes. Packer was enjoying every moment. Priscilla was thinking about whether she could get more than $50 dollars out of him.
In the bar, Kevin had both of his hands on Gloria’s hips and she had turned to place her ass towards him. She grinded down on his lap and Kevin was afraid that he would mess up his pants. In spite of the provocative movements against him, Kevin could still feel his stomach rumbling dangerously. The combination of upset stomach and full erection was getting very uncomfortable. He wanted to speak up and tell her that he should not be doing this. His stomach was really starting to cramp. But, he was struck mute by the entire situation.
Priscilla was continuing her oral ministrations on Packer. He leaned forward and grabbed her breast. She took him out of her mouth for a second and smiled up at him. He kissed her and ran his hand down her waist to the hem of her short dress. He pushed the skirt aside and reached into her panties. Packer felt something entirely out of place in the woman’s panties. He snatched his hand back in shock. Packer jumped back and his ass hit the door, he fell backwards, pants at his ankles and rolled on the ground. He scrambled to pull his pants up and was yelling “shit” over and over again. Priscilla gave a little laugh and smirked. She pushed the $50 dollar bill into her bosom.
The music in the bar was loud and Gloria decided to bring her little dance to an end. She pressed down and placed her hands between her legs, grabbing the lump in Kevin’s pants. He rubbed him through the material. He lost control of his erection and his bowels in one shot. The look of shock must have been misconstrued by Gloria as excitement, because she upped her movements. Kevin sat there totally still and panted. She saw a small wet stain on his pants. She bent over and gave him a small kiss. Then she turned and strutted away.
Packer came running out from the room near the stage. He was fastening his buckle and panting. He bald head was red and flushed. He looked at Kevin and signaled for him to leave. He headed out the entrance. Kevin sat there for a moment and wondered how he was going to get out of here with his pants soiled. He thought about going to the bathroom first. Packer poked his head in the door and yelled for him to “Get his ass in gear!”
Kevin embarrassingly stood up and self consciously headed towards the entrance. He avoided looking at anyone in the club. Once out the door, he saw Packer near the car, bent over and vomiting. Packer told him to open the car. Kevin obeyed and paused outside the driver’s door before getting in. He climbed in the car. Packer hunched in the seat, vomit staining his brown tie.
“Shit!” Packer said, “What stinks?”
“I don’t know.” Kevin said quickly, “All I smell is vomit.”
Packer leaned his head against the car window. He looked embarrassed and didn’t look at Kevin.
“Just get us back.” Packer said, “And Kevin, what goes on here, stays here. Okay?”
Kevin shook his head and started the ignition.
“Kevin,” Packer said loudly, “close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.”
“Sorry.” Kevin answered. He followed Packer to a small table near the stage. He spotted a large buffet table in the corner.
“Don’t worry Kevin.” Packer said, “I lose my control when I come in here too. I’m glad you could drive me here. That damn DUI is really cutting into my social life.”
“You said there’d be a buffet.” Kevin said, “But I really shouldn’t be here. I have a fiancée.”
“This ain’t cheating!” Packer replied, giving Kevin a frown. “This is looking! Is it cheating when you get horny over an actress like say, Jennifer Lopez, while watching a movie? It’s the same thing!”
Packer sat down and pulled out his wallet. He was flush from a recent poker game. He found a few twenties and a handful of one dollar bills. The waitress came to their table. Packer ordered a bourbon and coke.
Kevin asked for a Pepsi. He looked over at the buffet table and noticed they had a large block of cheese. He felt his stomach rumble.
“Damn Kevin, loosen up and have a drink!” Packer said, “I’m buying.”
“I have to drive us back.” Kevin said. Packer was watching the dancer. Packer saw where Kevin’s attention lay.
“You are such a stick in the mud!” Packer said. “Go hit the food big boy!”
Kevin stood up and went to the buffet table. There was a big pot of chili being served. A basket of crackers and bread were to the side. The block of cheese was surrounded by cut fruit. Kevin reached for a bowl and filled it to the brim with chili. He cut off some cheese and placed it in the chili. Then he grabbed some crackers and a bunch of grapes. He scurried back to their table with his treasure and began to chow down.
Packer saw a tall blonde sitting a few seats down. He gave her a sly, sideways grin. She smiled back and Packer wiggled his eyebrows at her. She giggled and said something to another woman beside her.
“Well alright!” Packer said to Kevin, “Just got here and look at the nasty little blonde there. She will be mine!”
Kevin was mid chomp when he looked over at the blonde in question. “She looks nice.”
“I ain’t looking for nice.” Packer said. “I’m looking for naughty.” He called over the waitress and ordered drinks to be sent to the woman and her friend.
“I always order one for the friend.” Packer explained. “It makes it all classy like.”
Kevin watched as Packer prepared to make his move. The stripper on the pole was done and the announcer introduced a dancer named Trixie. She came out on the stage dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her little checkered blue dress was cut to just below her waist. She wore a white thong and red spangled 6 inch stilettos. Her brown hair was tied into two pony tails. She held a small basket, but Toto was nowhere to be found. Instead, the basket held a furry white dildo about 10 inches long. Kevin ate quickly without taking his eyes off the dancer.
“You know it’s too bad Michael wouldn’t come with us.” Packer said, still watching the blonde.
“Ever since he hooked up with Jan, it’s like his tallywacker fell off. Wonder if she had him wearing little pink lacy panties?”
Kevin just nodded and finished up his chili. It was very spicy and made his face turn red and flushed with perspiration. He set his bowl aside and gulped the lukewarm Pepsi. This place must save the ice for the expensive drinks.
Packer motioned the two women to his table. They brought the drinks that he bought them. He noticed that they had both picked very expensive cocktail concoctions. The blonde was very tall and was wearing a turquoise mini skirt. Her long blonde hair was clipped at the top and she wore large rhinestone earring. The other woman was short and spilled out of a bright yellow spandex dress. She did have as much make-up on as her taller friend. They had huge smiles as they approached. Kevin feeling uncomfortable with the presence of the women kept his attention on Trixie of Oz.
“Well hello Ladies!” Packer said. He stood and waited for them to be seated. When he sat down he scooted his chair towards the blonde.
“I’m Todd Packer.” He introduced himself, “My portly friend here is Kevin?”
“I’m Priscilla.” The blonde said in a rich throaty voice. “This is Myrna.”
“What brings you to the club on this fine afternoon Priscilla?” Packer asks and he placed his arm on the back of her chair.
“Oh, my day off from work.” Priscilla purred, “I dance too. But the club I work at has a midnight show that I work at.”
“Wow, I noticed you have a dancer’s legs.” Packer smiled and moved closer.
Priscilla laughed and Packer giggled back with her. Kevin looked at his watch. He knew that they could not be here too long. He wondered if driving Packer to a strip club and hitting on chicks could constitute as work time. He was curious about how he would account for this in the payroll.
“We work in the Paper industry.” Packer said.
“I love paper.” Said Priscilla, “Especially green paper.” Priscilla placed her hand on Packer’s knee. He smiled back. He got the message and thanked God that he had thought to place a $50 bill in his right shoe. Play for Pay was never a problem for Packer when he was in the mood. Packer placed his hand on hers and squeezed.
This back and forth flirting continued. Packer and Priscilla got to know each other. Myrna watched the dancers with slight interest and sipped on her drink. Kevin looked at his watch and decided to just follow Packer’s orders. Michael had told him to drive Packer around and he was only following instructions.
He watched the next dancer come out. She was black and wore a shiny white thong and bra. Her dark skin glowed and when the stage darkened and florescent lights turned on he saw she was covered in bright florescent paint. Big bright hearts and flowers were painted over her smooth dark skin. A slow, tantalizing Snoop Dog song about gin and juice played out of the speakers.
Kevin felt a small burn in his stomach. He felt a little uneasy and fidgeted in his seat. He looked around him uneasily wanting to know where to find the bathroom. Packer was pressed close to Priscilla. Her hand had worked its way down towards his crotch. He was downing his third bourbon, minus the coke.
“Honey, you want to take this party in another room?” Priscilla teased in Packer’s ear. Packer reached down into his shoe and withdrew the $50 bill.
“Hell yeah!” Packer crowed. He stood and Priscilla stood with him. She was almost 3 inches taller than Packer in her black high heels. She looked at her friend who just nodded in silent communication. Packer told Kevin to stay put. Priscilla led him towards a door on the side of the stage. As they headed towards the door, the full breasted redhead stripper walked by. Packer paused looked over at Kevin and stopped the redhead.
“Hey Babe.” Packer asked, “You do lap dances?”
“Sure Honey.” She said in a high pitched voice. She looked at Priscilla. “You want some double trouble?”
“No, I got my hands full here.” Packer laughed and squeezed Priscilla’s ass. She squealed and giggled. Packer pointed towards Kevin.
“I’ll give you $20 if you can make that guy come with a lap dance.” Packer opened his wallet and took out the money. The stripper took the bill.
“Sure thing.” She said demurely, “I can guarantee it.” She walked towards Kevin.
Packer followed Priscilla to the door. They went into a hall that had 2 doors on either side. Priscilla led him into a room on the right. It was the size of a closet and painted a weird shade of red. There was a padded bench and nothing else. Priscilla closed the door and Packer kissed her hard.
The redheaded stripper had changed and was wearing tight denim cut-off shorts and a white tank top. She had no bra on. Kevin watched her approach and for a few seconds forgot his upset stomach. She smiled and stood in front of him. Priscilla’s friend had found her way to another part of the club. Kevin stared at the redhead.
“Hi I’m Gloria!” She said sexily, “I wanna dance for you.”
Kevin’s mouth dropped. He stuttered a little, “I…I…fiancée…huh?”
Gloria licked her lips and moved directly in front of him. She stood with her legs astride one of Kevin’s legs. He was paralyzed to his seat and looking directly up at her. She thrust her large breasts into Kevin’s face and his eyes travelled south. Gloria took his hands and placed them on her hips. She rocked her hips side to side to the music and moaned loudly. Kevin was shocked to find he was developing an erection. It was not in his control.
Back in the closet, Priscilla was sitting on the bench and bending over. She was giving Packer a blow job and he was holding her head. He moaned and arched his head back. She worked her expert tongue over his small, puny penis. She acted as if he were John Holmes. Packer was enjoying every moment. Priscilla was thinking about whether she could get more than $50 dollars out of him.
In the bar, Kevin had both of his hands on Gloria’s hips and she had turned to place her ass towards him. She grinded down on his lap and Kevin was afraid that he would mess up his pants. In spite of the provocative movements against him, Kevin could still feel his stomach rumbling dangerously. The combination of upset stomach and full erection was getting very uncomfortable. He wanted to speak up and tell her that he should not be doing this. His stomach was really starting to cramp. But, he was struck mute by the entire situation.
Priscilla was continuing her oral ministrations on Packer. He leaned forward and grabbed her breast. She took him out of her mouth for a second and smiled up at him. He kissed her and ran his hand down her waist to the hem of her short dress. He pushed the skirt aside and reached into her panties. Packer felt something entirely out of place in the woman’s panties. He snatched his hand back in shock. Packer jumped back and his ass hit the door, he fell backwards, pants at his ankles and rolled on the ground. He scrambled to pull his pants up and was yelling “shit” over and over again. Priscilla gave a little laugh and smirked. She pushed the $50 dollar bill into her bosom.
The music in the bar was loud and Gloria decided to bring her little dance to an end. She pressed down and placed her hands between her legs, grabbing the lump in Kevin’s pants. He rubbed him through the material. He lost control of his erection and his bowels in one shot. The look of shock must have been misconstrued by Gloria as excitement, because she upped her movements. Kevin sat there totally still and panted. She saw a small wet stain on his pants. She bent over and gave him a small kiss. Then she turned and strutted away.
Packer came running out from the room near the stage. He was fastening his buckle and panting. He bald head was red and flushed. He looked at Kevin and signaled for him to leave. He headed out the entrance. Kevin sat there for a moment and wondered how he was going to get out of here with his pants soiled. He thought about going to the bathroom first. Packer poked his head in the door and yelled for him to “Get his ass in gear!”
Kevin embarrassingly stood up and self consciously headed towards the entrance. He avoided looking at anyone in the club. Once out the door, he saw Packer near the car, bent over and vomiting. Packer told him to open the car. Kevin obeyed and paused outside the driver’s door before getting in. He climbed in the car. Packer hunched in the seat, vomit staining his brown tie.
“Shit!” Packer said, “What stinks?”
“I don’t know.” Kevin said quickly, “All I smell is vomit.”
Packer leaned his head against the car window. He looked embarrassed and didn’t look at Kevin.
“Just get us back.” Packer said, “And Kevin, what goes on here, stays here. Okay?”
Kevin shook his head and started the ignition.
Office Sex Series - Toby
It was after 9:00pm and Toby sat at his desk working on the monthly Insurance claims. The countless tedious number numbed his mind. He went over the insurance deductions, scanning line after line of numbers that were blending into one line.
He knew that Angela and the accountants had done their job correctly, but the crappy insurance plan that they had gotten stuck with was resisting paying for even the simplest medical bills and the employees were complaining to him. He was going over it again because Stanley had caught a $4.00 variance in his paycheck for medical. He had complained for over a week to him until Toby was tempted to take four of his own dollars and give them to Stanley.
The last column of numbers was completed and Toby closed the files and put them aside. He was about to turn off his computer to leave for the night, but then he paused and thought of the lonely apartment that waited him.
Toby sat back and pondered what to do for the evening. He wasn’t hungry after having downed some left over pizza that Kevin had forgotten to take home. He wished he could go see his daughter, but his ex-wife had made it clear that unexpected visits were not allowed. Even calling his daughter on the phone seemed like a major political move these days.
The office florescent lights were off. There were various desk lights illuminating the office. It was peaceful and calm. He felt such an overwhelming blanket of loneliness cover him. There was no one to talk to or spend time with.
Toby signed onto the Internet and looked for a late movie that he could catch. He typed in the word Entertainment and many pop-up ads appeared. He closed them one by one until he came across a pop-up that had a very provocative photo of an attractive woman on it. The pop-up read “Can I entertain you?” and it featured a photo of a beautiful woman looking seductively into the lens. It said that her name was Nicki. Toby, slightly paranoid, glanced around as if someone else where actually in the office to see his computer screen.
Toby thought about it for a second. He tentatively clicked the pop-up. The screen filled up with a large photo of the same woman. This time it was full length and she was wearing a suggestive smile and not much else. On top of the photo was printed a 1-800 phone number and a suggestion to call her for stimulating conversation.
Toby looked around again. He sat still listening for any movement in the office. It was quiet except for the white noise of the air conditioner.
“Is anyone there?” He asked quite loudly, even for him. There was no response. Toby chewed his thumbnail for a second.
Toby stared back at the tantalizing Nicki. She had long sandy colored hair and green eyes. If Toby squinted his eyes, she almost looked like a very sexy Pam, minus the ample bosom spilling out of her purple stretch tube top. He went over it in his head and thought about the logistics. If he signed on as Devon, an employee who had been terminated a way back, he could call sexy Nicki. As the HR rep, he had all the long-distance codes that the employees used for business. He knew that no one could prove he was in the office this late. Maybe they would put it down to the late night cleaning crew and never even follow up. It would be a victim less crime. Michael got away with lunches comped at Hooters and all kinds of wrong stuff. Why couldn’t he do something naughty for a change?
Toby sat very still for a moment and listened again for any noise or sign of occupants in the office. He picked up the phone slowly and then quickly placed it back. His hand hovered over the receiver. Toby picked it up again. He dialed the long-distance number and waited 3 rings. Just as he was about to hang up the phone there was an answer.
“Hello lover, Nicki here” a seductive female voice purred seductively.
Toby paused for a moment, “Uh…hi.”
“Hi yourself.” She said confidently, “What are you doing right now?”
“Uh…calling you.” Toby said the first thing in his mind. He looked at the ceiling, feeling stupid.
“You sound lonely.” She said softly, sensing his shyness, “What’s your name Baby.”
Toby panicked and searched his head for a name. He glanced around and saw nothing to give him an idea. He just blurted out quickly, “Michael.”
“Michael that is a really sexy name.” Nicki said. As if sensing she would have to lead the conversation she continued. “What do you do Michael?”
“I’m a Regional Manager for a company.” He stated.
“Wow, Michael that sounds very important.” She answered. “So Michael do you know how this works?”
“What?” he asked confused.
“Well Michael, you are in front of your computer right?” She said.
Toby panicked, “How did you know that?” He wondered how she could see that he was in front of the computer.
“Well Michael, this is an Internet and phone interactive site. You get the number and call me. I give you a code and you type it in. Then Baby, you can see me on screen. I will show it all to you lover.”
“Can you see me?” Toby asked nervously. He looked at the screen to see if there was some secret camera or something.
“Oh, honey I don’t have to. I know you’re a big handsome stud. But if you have a webcam and are into exhibitionism, I can hook you up with someone else?”
“No no no…that isn’t what I want! I mean… I don’t have a webcam. At least…I don’t think so?” Toby said hesitantly. He added quickly. “I’m not into exhibitionism, if it’s what I think it is.”
“Okay, I see. You want to talk to Nicki and see me play?” She purred.
“Uh…sure,” Toby said meekly.
“Okay, do you have a credit card?” She asked.
“Credit Card?” Toby asked.
“Baby, this is play for pay.” Nicki answered gently, not wanting to scare him off. “You give me a credit card number and I will give you the secret code. You type in the code and the camera that is on me now will allow you to see me live and on screen. It’s $2.50 a minute and I can go all night long Sugar. I will do whatever you want me to do lover.”
“I thought the phone bill paid for that?” Toby answered.
“No baby, this is new and improved cyber love. The phone companies just muck things up.” She said.
Toby opened his wallet and pulled out his Visa. His lack of social life had allowed him to save his credit balance. His credit was great, but bank account was being drained monthly for child support and alimony. He stared at the credit card.
“Michael, I’m really lonely and I feel like I am going to touch myself. But I want you to watch.” She begged sexily, “Don’t you want to watch me. I hate to play alone.”
Toby was torn. He looked at the photo on the screen. There was a box to type a code into and then click. Her silky insistent voice pushed him over the line. Before he could think twice, Toby quickly gave her his credit card number. He made a mental note to cancel the card right after she made her charge to prevent any identity theft in the future. Nicki told him the code.
He entered the code and clicked in. The computer went black for a second. Toby became afraid that he had broken the computer. The screen came back to life and on one side was a video screen. The woman from the screen sat on a bed covered with red satin sheets. The room was bright enough to make out her and the various lace pillows around her. She sat up and looked into the screen. She wore a headset phone and nothing else. Toby’s eyes widened.
“Can you see me baby?” Nicki asked. The video was a little grainy, but he could make out the curves of her large breast and her milky white skin. Her hair was loose and curly. It flowed around her shoulders. She had a very pretty face.
“Is there anything you would like me to do first?” She asked. Toby thought for a moment.
“Can you pull your hair back, not up, but just clipped in the back of your hair?” He asked slowly. Nicki reached out of camera range and grabbed something. She pulled her hair back and clipped it into place. Toby smiled. It looked just right.
“Is that better baby?” Nicki asked sexily. She leaned into the lens and made a kiss towards him.
“Yeah…Uh…that’s really good.” Toby said. He leaned back and looked at the screen. His neck was stiff from the phone being positioned on his shoulder. He told her to wait a second. He put the phone on the desk and ran to Pam’s desk. He unplugged and took her cordless phone headset. Toby saw a bottle of hand lotion near a clock and without a second thought he grabbed it too.
He ran back to his desk and plugged in the headset. After he placed it on and hung up the headset, he told her that he was back.
“Bathroom break honey?” Nicki asked.
“Uh...no, I had to check something.” Toby said nervously.
“Are we alone lover?” She asked.
“God I hope so.” Toby said quickly. “Uh…yes, we’re alone.”
“Are you lonely tonight?” she teased.
“Yes…I am,” Toby sighed.
“Where are we Michael?” She asked. Toby wished he had given her another name.
“We’re in my office.” Toby answered.
“Oh, you’re a naughty boy. I like that.” Nicki purred and giggled. “I would like to get under your desk and put you in my mouth and give you great head during a business call. Would you like me to do that?” Toby whimpered a little and felt himself slightly harden.
“Oh yes.” Toby said bashfully.
“Would you come in my mouth?” She asked and Toby gulped.
“Uh…” Toby was speechless.
“So baby, what do you want me to do?” She said seductively.
Toby thought for a moment. “Can you lay back and let me see…all of you?” Toby asked timidly.
“Sure, lover.” Nicki said and leaned back on the mattress. Her body was firm and as she lay back, her generous breast flattening into large hills as she stretched. “Is that good?” She opened her legs and Toby saw that she had dark brown pubic hair.
Toby watched with his mouth open. He felt himself fully harden and he clumsily unzipped his fly.
“Lover, what kinda of positions do you like?” She asked and moaned, touching herself. Toby smiled. This was so much better than magazines! He squeezed a little of the lotion in his hand. It smelled lightly of cocoa butter. Toby realized a little guiltily that this was the cream that Pam rubbed on her hands. He looked at the screen and Nicki rolled on her side, looking directly into the camera lens.
“Uh…I don’t know. All?” Toby said weakly.
“Do you want me to touch myself, Lover?” she asked faintly.
Toby paused and looked at the screen. “Ye…yes.” Toby said timidly. His mouth gaped open and he didn’t blink as she put her hand between her legs. She writhed and moaned loudly. Toby placed his lotioned hand on his penis and stroked. He watched closely as Nicki parted her legs and caressed herself with one hand. The other hand she fondled her breast. Toby gave a small groan.
“Michael, are you touching yourself?” Nicki asked breathlessly.
“Uh...” Toby sighed and as he got harder, his confidence grew. “Yes, I am.”
Toby stroked himself softly at first, but as he felt the tension in his penis increase he stroked harder.
“Good Lover, “Nicki whispered, “Stroke yourself hard for me. I bet you are real big when you’re hard Honey?”
“Yes, very big, huge!” Toby said raggedly as he got near climax.
“Yes, baby, I want you to come all over me!” Nicki said and she smiled wickedly into the lens. Toby felt his face flush as she bent her head down and actually licked her own nipple. He bent his head back and closed his eyes as he came. Toby enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of climaxing. It had been so long since he had allowed himself the pleasure. He grabbed a tissue to catch the release.
“You feel good baby?” Nicki said gently.
“Yes, yes I do. Thank you.” Toby answered back breathlessly. He sat up straight and looked at the screen. Nicki was sitting on the edge of the mattress looking into the lens. He could almost imagine that she saw him and he found that strangely exciting.
“So are we going to talk some more lover?” Nicki asked provocatively.
Toby thought for a moment. He looked at the clock on the computer and saw that they had been on the online for over 30 minutes. At $2.50 a minute, it was now costing him $75.00.
“Nicki, I wish I could, but I think…I’m out of money.” He said sadly.
“It’s okay lover, you know where I am if you need me again.” She said sweetly. “And Lover, you sound like a nice guy. I’m sure you won’t be lonely for long. Goodnight Baby.”
There was a small click on the receiver and Nicki blew a kiss to the camera before it went black.
Toby smiled and hung up the phone. It felt good to have someone to say goodnight to him in such a nice way.
He knew that Angela and the accountants had done their job correctly, but the crappy insurance plan that they had gotten stuck with was resisting paying for even the simplest medical bills and the employees were complaining to him. He was going over it again because Stanley had caught a $4.00 variance in his paycheck for medical. He had complained for over a week to him until Toby was tempted to take four of his own dollars and give them to Stanley.
The last column of numbers was completed and Toby closed the files and put them aside. He was about to turn off his computer to leave for the night, but then he paused and thought of the lonely apartment that waited him.
Toby sat back and pondered what to do for the evening. He wasn’t hungry after having downed some left over pizza that Kevin had forgotten to take home. He wished he could go see his daughter, but his ex-wife had made it clear that unexpected visits were not allowed. Even calling his daughter on the phone seemed like a major political move these days.
The office florescent lights were off. There were various desk lights illuminating the office. It was peaceful and calm. He felt such an overwhelming blanket of loneliness cover him. There was no one to talk to or spend time with.
Toby signed onto the Internet and looked for a late movie that he could catch. He typed in the word Entertainment and many pop-up ads appeared. He closed them one by one until he came across a pop-up that had a very provocative photo of an attractive woman on it. The pop-up read “Can I entertain you?” and it featured a photo of a beautiful woman looking seductively into the lens. It said that her name was Nicki. Toby, slightly paranoid, glanced around as if someone else where actually in the office to see his computer screen.
Toby thought about it for a second. He tentatively clicked the pop-up. The screen filled up with a large photo of the same woman. This time it was full length and she was wearing a suggestive smile and not much else. On top of the photo was printed a 1-800 phone number and a suggestion to call her for stimulating conversation.
Toby looked around again. He sat still listening for any movement in the office. It was quiet except for the white noise of the air conditioner.
“Is anyone there?” He asked quite loudly, even for him. There was no response. Toby chewed his thumbnail for a second.
Toby stared back at the tantalizing Nicki. She had long sandy colored hair and green eyes. If Toby squinted his eyes, she almost looked like a very sexy Pam, minus the ample bosom spilling out of her purple stretch tube top. He went over it in his head and thought about the logistics. If he signed on as Devon, an employee who had been terminated a way back, he could call sexy Nicki. As the HR rep, he had all the long-distance codes that the employees used for business. He knew that no one could prove he was in the office this late. Maybe they would put it down to the late night cleaning crew and never even follow up. It would be a victim less crime. Michael got away with lunches comped at Hooters and all kinds of wrong stuff. Why couldn’t he do something naughty for a change?
Toby sat very still for a moment and listened again for any noise or sign of occupants in the office. He picked up the phone slowly and then quickly placed it back. His hand hovered over the receiver. Toby picked it up again. He dialed the long-distance number and waited 3 rings. Just as he was about to hang up the phone there was an answer.
“Hello lover, Nicki here” a seductive female voice purred seductively.
Toby paused for a moment, “Uh…hi.”
“Hi yourself.” She said confidently, “What are you doing right now?”
“Uh…calling you.” Toby said the first thing in his mind. He looked at the ceiling, feeling stupid.
“You sound lonely.” She said softly, sensing his shyness, “What’s your name Baby.”
Toby panicked and searched his head for a name. He glanced around and saw nothing to give him an idea. He just blurted out quickly, “Michael.”
“Michael that is a really sexy name.” Nicki said. As if sensing she would have to lead the conversation she continued. “What do you do Michael?”
“I’m a Regional Manager for a company.” He stated.
“Wow, Michael that sounds very important.” She answered. “So Michael do you know how this works?”
“What?” he asked confused.
“Well Michael, you are in front of your computer right?” She said.
Toby panicked, “How did you know that?” He wondered how she could see that he was in front of the computer.
“Well Michael, this is an Internet and phone interactive site. You get the number and call me. I give you a code and you type it in. Then Baby, you can see me on screen. I will show it all to you lover.”
“Can you see me?” Toby asked nervously. He looked at the screen to see if there was some secret camera or something.
“Oh, honey I don’t have to. I know you’re a big handsome stud. But if you have a webcam and are into exhibitionism, I can hook you up with someone else?”
“No no no…that isn’t what I want! I mean… I don’t have a webcam. At least…I don’t think so?” Toby said hesitantly. He added quickly. “I’m not into exhibitionism, if it’s what I think it is.”
“Okay, I see. You want to talk to Nicki and see me play?” She purred.
“Uh…sure,” Toby said meekly.
“Okay, do you have a credit card?” She asked.
“Credit Card?” Toby asked.
“Baby, this is play for pay.” Nicki answered gently, not wanting to scare him off. “You give me a credit card number and I will give you the secret code. You type in the code and the camera that is on me now will allow you to see me live and on screen. It’s $2.50 a minute and I can go all night long Sugar. I will do whatever you want me to do lover.”
“I thought the phone bill paid for that?” Toby answered.
“No baby, this is new and improved cyber love. The phone companies just muck things up.” She said.
Toby opened his wallet and pulled out his Visa. His lack of social life had allowed him to save his credit balance. His credit was great, but bank account was being drained monthly for child support and alimony. He stared at the credit card.
“Michael, I’m really lonely and I feel like I am going to touch myself. But I want you to watch.” She begged sexily, “Don’t you want to watch me. I hate to play alone.”
Toby was torn. He looked at the photo on the screen. There was a box to type a code into and then click. Her silky insistent voice pushed him over the line. Before he could think twice, Toby quickly gave her his credit card number. He made a mental note to cancel the card right after she made her charge to prevent any identity theft in the future. Nicki told him the code.
He entered the code and clicked in. The computer went black for a second. Toby became afraid that he had broken the computer. The screen came back to life and on one side was a video screen. The woman from the screen sat on a bed covered with red satin sheets. The room was bright enough to make out her and the various lace pillows around her. She sat up and looked into the screen. She wore a headset phone and nothing else. Toby’s eyes widened.
“Can you see me baby?” Nicki asked. The video was a little grainy, but he could make out the curves of her large breast and her milky white skin. Her hair was loose and curly. It flowed around her shoulders. She had a very pretty face.
“Is there anything you would like me to do first?” She asked. Toby thought for a moment.
“Can you pull your hair back, not up, but just clipped in the back of your hair?” He asked slowly. Nicki reached out of camera range and grabbed something. She pulled her hair back and clipped it into place. Toby smiled. It looked just right.
“Is that better baby?” Nicki asked sexily. She leaned into the lens and made a kiss towards him.
“Yeah…Uh…that’s really good.” Toby said. He leaned back and looked at the screen. His neck was stiff from the phone being positioned on his shoulder. He told her to wait a second. He put the phone on the desk and ran to Pam’s desk. He unplugged and took her cordless phone headset. Toby saw a bottle of hand lotion near a clock and without a second thought he grabbed it too.
He ran back to his desk and plugged in the headset. After he placed it on and hung up the headset, he told her that he was back.
“Bathroom break honey?” Nicki asked.
“Uh...no, I had to check something.” Toby said nervously.
“Are we alone lover?” She asked.
“God I hope so.” Toby said quickly. “Uh…yes, we’re alone.”
“Are you lonely tonight?” she teased.
“Yes…I am,” Toby sighed.
“Where are we Michael?” She asked. Toby wished he had given her another name.
“We’re in my office.” Toby answered.
“Oh, you’re a naughty boy. I like that.” Nicki purred and giggled. “I would like to get under your desk and put you in my mouth and give you great head during a business call. Would you like me to do that?” Toby whimpered a little and felt himself slightly harden.
“Oh yes.” Toby said bashfully.
“Would you come in my mouth?” She asked and Toby gulped.
“Uh…” Toby was speechless.
“So baby, what do you want me to do?” She said seductively.
Toby thought for a moment. “Can you lay back and let me see…all of you?” Toby asked timidly.
“Sure, lover.” Nicki said and leaned back on the mattress. Her body was firm and as she lay back, her generous breast flattening into large hills as she stretched. “Is that good?” She opened her legs and Toby saw that she had dark brown pubic hair.
Toby watched with his mouth open. He felt himself fully harden and he clumsily unzipped his fly.
“Lover, what kinda of positions do you like?” She asked and moaned, touching herself. Toby smiled. This was so much better than magazines! He squeezed a little of the lotion in his hand. It smelled lightly of cocoa butter. Toby realized a little guiltily that this was the cream that Pam rubbed on her hands. He looked at the screen and Nicki rolled on her side, looking directly into the camera lens.
“Uh…I don’t know. All?” Toby said weakly.
“Do you want me to touch myself, Lover?” she asked faintly.
Toby paused and looked at the screen. “Ye…yes.” Toby said timidly. His mouth gaped open and he didn’t blink as she put her hand between her legs. She writhed and moaned loudly. Toby placed his lotioned hand on his penis and stroked. He watched closely as Nicki parted her legs and caressed herself with one hand. The other hand she fondled her breast. Toby gave a small groan.
“Michael, are you touching yourself?” Nicki asked breathlessly.
“Uh...” Toby sighed and as he got harder, his confidence grew. “Yes, I am.”
Toby stroked himself softly at first, but as he felt the tension in his penis increase he stroked harder.
“Good Lover, “Nicki whispered, “Stroke yourself hard for me. I bet you are real big when you’re hard Honey?”
“Yes, very big, huge!” Toby said raggedly as he got near climax.
“Yes, baby, I want you to come all over me!” Nicki said and she smiled wickedly into the lens. Toby felt his face flush as she bent her head down and actually licked her own nipple. He bent his head back and closed his eyes as he came. Toby enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of climaxing. It had been so long since he had allowed himself the pleasure. He grabbed a tissue to catch the release.
“You feel good baby?” Nicki said gently.
“Yes, yes I do. Thank you.” Toby answered back breathlessly. He sat up straight and looked at the screen. Nicki was sitting on the edge of the mattress looking into the lens. He could almost imagine that she saw him and he found that strangely exciting.
“So are we going to talk some more lover?” Nicki asked provocatively.
Toby thought for a moment. He looked at the clock on the computer and saw that they had been on the online for over 30 minutes. At $2.50 a minute, it was now costing him $75.00.
“Nicki, I wish I could, but I think…I’m out of money.” He said sadly.
“It’s okay lover, you know where I am if you need me again.” She said sweetly. “And Lover, you sound like a nice guy. I’m sure you won’t be lonely for long. Goodnight Baby.”
There was a small click on the receiver and Nicki blew a kiss to the camera before it went black.
Toby smiled and hung up the phone. It felt good to have someone to say goodnight to him in such a nice way.
Office Sex Series - Ryan and Kelly
It was 6:00 p.m. and the sun was starting to set over the Manhattan skyline. Ryan sat in his office chair and reclined back looking out his large plate glass window. He should have been on top of the world. He was now working in a supervisory role at Dunder Mifflin. He had a decent paycheck, a nice office and a suitable loft in one of the nearby Burroughs. He was at the real beginning of his career. Nothing but success in his future if he stayed on his A game.
Ryan now had his own assistant. Unfortunately his assistant was not a hot woman, but instead an embarrassingly good looking male, named Hunter. He was a leftover from Jan’s reign of ineptitude over the office and could not be replaced. To fire him because he was a nice looking male assistant instead of an attractive female assistant would be an invite for a lawsuit. Hunter was very efficient at his job and came with the promotion. It was Ryan’s one cross to bear for the promotion. Ironically, there were times when Ryan remembered Michael’s embarrassing comments on his own appearance. It was not helpful to have an assistant who was better looking than you. The woman who came into the office mooned over Hunter and barely glanced at Ryan.
He looked at the clock and realized that he had better gather his briefcase and leave. He didn’t have any evening plans. He felt if he didn’t leave soon people would realize that he had nothing to do on a Friday night. New York came alive more than usual on Friday nights. There were premieres to be seen, galleries to visit, dinner reservations to meet and other big city social scenes. But Ryan knew no one.
David, his boss, had rushed home to his big house in Long Island. Hunter had left to meet his band mates on a gig. The other office staff had given him a slightly chilly reception since his arrival. They hadn’t warmed up enough yet to invite him to any social gatherings. He knew that many of the upper management felt that he had not yet earned his job. They had known that only 6 months ago he had only been a no name temp working for Michael Scott. Much of the staff had felt that he had over stepped his bounds by sneaking in the interview with David behind his own branches back. Ryan had been branded the reputation as a back stabber.
Michael Scott, who Ryan felt was one of the biggest asses around, garnered more respect than him with the staff. Michael had been at the company a very long time and had earned the reputation as being eccentric. His branch still brought in money so his odd behavior was over looked.
In Scranton, Ryan had people that he could feel superior to. New York had no dimwitted Dwight, no milquetoast Toby, no pious Angela to ridicule. In New York, Ryan was the joke of the office. He knew that he would have to work hard and prove himself.
New York didn’t have one thing that Ryan had not expected to miss either. It didn’t have a Kelly Kapoor. In the beginning that had been the one attractive thing about the transfer. Ryan had ruthlessly broken things off with Kelly and run away with his tail between his legs. He knew that he should have handled things a little better. But the excitement of the job offer had taken away his sense of decorum, and he had just dumped her there in the office.
There had been tears and bad words. Ryan had expected some form of retaliation. But except for a few insults during his first office visit back as the supervisor, Kelly had just walked away. He tried to send an e-mail to apologize and it was returned unsendable. She had placed him on the list of people she would not accept e-mails from.
He had been thinking of her often. Whenever he saw a beautiful Indian woman, and on the streets of the city there were many, he was reminded of her. It had not been as bad as he thought previously. Yes, Kelly could talk your ear off. But she had a sweet nature with him and worked so hard to please him. She was so proud to be his girlfriend. She always let him know what was going on with her. There were no games or guess work. In bed, Kelly was a tiger. She could be insatiable at times. They did have chemistry.
It had felt so right with her at times that Ryan would feel scared. He would do something caustic to stall the relationship. He remembered how Kelly’s parents had asked him questions about his future and he had made a joke of it by telling them his big goal was to buy an Xbox. He knew just how to put the brakes on whenever that panic of commitment covered him.
Recently, Michael had told him about a housewarming party he had thrown. He mentioned that Kelly had shown up with Andy as a date. This information had stuck into his mind. Though he should have been happy that Kelly had moved on and he could feel less guilty, he was annoyed. He pictured that clammy, pale idiot Andy with his hands on Kelly and it pissed him off.
He considered calling her, but couldn’t come up with what to say. “I heard you were dating Andy?” That would go over well with a woman he just threw away.
Ryan left the office and walked down to a local Irish bar. He sat at the bar and ordered a Guinness. He looked in the reflection of the bar mirror and saw a young couple sitting at a table behind him. The young woman was feeding a few French fries to her date. The date was laughing and he ate them, then leaned over and gave her a light kiss. Ryan remembered how Kelly had done that. It had annoyed him. He never really understood why she did stuff like that. But, here he was, seeing other women do the same thing and it looked so normal.
He nursed his beer for a while and after seeing the young lovers left, he followed suit. Ryan took the subway to his place in Queens. He had looked all over the place for an apartment in the city. The rent had been way too steep for this juncture in his life. He rented a nice open spaced loft that had been recently renovated. Ironically, it was across the street from an Indian food restaurant. The spicy curry smell wafted over constantly. Ryan had realized very early on that sometimes fate could really screw with you.
He got to his apartment and found a note from the landlord about a package. He went to the first floor again and knocked on the door. The nice middle age man, whom Ryan deduced was gay, answered. He gave Ryan the package and watched a little breathlessly as Ryan walk up the stairs with his delivery.
Once Ryan got into the apartment, he placed the package on a table. His apartment was still sparse with furniture and boxes still remained unpacked. He looked at the returned receipt and saw that it had been delivered from Scranton. Ryan was a little suspicious at first. Anything mailed to him from Scranton could be suspect. He had seen some odd things sent in the name of jokes from Jim to Dwight. The best was the “Gaydar-detector” that Jim had sent Dwight. Dwight had spent the entire morning scanning everyone, only to have it beep when it was pointed towards himself. It had been the highlight of the office day.
He saw that it had been mailed from their warehouse. He ripped off the tape and was surprised at the items. It was his things. A grey t-shirt that he had let Kelly sleep in was on the bottom. There was a toothbrush, a book he had been reading, a small stuffed bear that he had won for Kelly at a fair. The box was filled with items he had left at Kelly’s apartment. There was no note. No message. Just a box of items mailed impersonally from the Scranton Warehouse.
Ryan sat on the chair by the table. He held the small stuffed brown bear. Kelly had named the bear “Sweetcheeks”. It had been his nickname for her in the more cheerful times.
He had called her Sweetcheeks, because of all her attributes, her ass had been one of her best. Her butt was perfectly formed, round and had smooth brown skin. She had really nice, cocoa brown skin. He had loved the contrast of their skins colors when they lay naked. She always wore this spicy cinnamon like cologne. He remembered how beautiful she had looked the night of Diwali. Her red sari made her body glow. Ryan had gotten very attracted to the Indian culture from looking at that sari. The whole culture was seductive.
Ryan stood up and went into the bedroom and lay on his bed. The sun had faded into a hazy dusk outside. He looked over at the uncovered window and saw the blinking light from Kanjama’s, the Indian restaurant. He wondered what she would say if he called her.
Ryan reached over and picked up the phone. He dialed her phone number from memory, barely remembering to add the area code. Last time he had called, he had lived there and no area code was needed. The phone rang and after 3 rings the answering machine picked up.
“Hi There, This is Kelly. You can see I can’t answer the phone right now. But I am dying to hear from you. Leave a message!” Beep
Ryan hung up real quick. The sound of her voice was welcoming. It was the usual bright, chirpy sound that had grated on his ears so much in the past. She had filled up every second of the message that she could. Kelly could never be accused of not talking enough. Ryan gave a small wry laugh. The phone rang suddenly and Ryan jumped. He had not had the energy to attach his answering machine or caller I.D. yet. He picked it up and said a tentative hello.
“Yes, someone called me from this number and hung up. Who are you?” Kelly’s voice came over the line and Ryan’s large blue eyes grew larger.
“Uh…Hi Kelly. It’s me Ryan.” He said softly and then added quickly, “Please don’t hang up!”
Kelly uncharacteristically was quiet. Ryan sat for a second listening to her breath and searching for his next word.
“Kelly, will you talk to me for a minute?” He asked quietly.
“Well, I seem to remember that you were not that crazy about my talking.” She said curtly.
“I know, I know.” Ryan said and closed his eyes. “I made a mistake Kelly.”
“Mistake?” She asked.
“Yes, I treated you so bad. I am so sorry.” Ryan said, “I miss you so much Kelly.”
Kelly was quiet. Ryan sat still and waited for her to respond. “Missed me, Ryan, how have you missed me. You never really had me.”
Ryan didn’t understand her. He wondered what she meant and was about to ask when of course Kelly offered up the info.
“You never really wanted me!” She said angrily, “You belittled me and thought I was a brainless little idiot. You used me while you were here and then trashed me the first chance you had to get out. How can you miss something that you never even really valued?”
“You’re right, I didn’t know.” He begged, “Please, I don’t want to do this on the phone. Please let me come and talk to you. I’ll drive down tonight. I’ll stay at a hotel there and not make any moves. I just want to talk to you face to face.”
“The only reason that I would even entertain that request is because I valued you much more than you ever did me.” She said.
“So, will you see me?” Ryan asked nervously. “I promise, I just want to talk.”
Kelly was hurt, but the fact that he was going to drive 3 hours just to see her, made her feel a little more yielding. She didn’t have plans tonight anyway. This was a chapter of her life that she really did need to get through with.
“Ok,” She gave in, “But this isn’t some long distance booty call.”
“Oh, Kelly, I promise.” Ryan said relieved. “I will leave right now. I should be there by 11:30.
“Meet me at Poor Richards.” She added, “I don’t want you to come here to talk.”
Ryan easily relented and hung up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and keys. He locked up and ran down the stairs to dash to the garage where he paid to store his car. Once he got his car out of the garage, he raced towards Scranton. On the long trip he went over in his mind what he was going to say.
It was 11:15 when Ryan pulled up in front of Poor Richard’s Bar. He went inside and was assaulted by the familiar scents of the place. He had spent many hours in here after class and sometime after work. It had been a major source of relaxation for him. He saw Jim and Pam in a corner booth. They were so immersed in each other that neither of them noticed Ryan’s entrance. Kelly sat in a private booth in the rear. The music was not so loud in this area.
Kelly looked wonderful. His heat lit a few watts at the sight of her. Her short, cropped hair was a shiny, black mass with a small red rose on one side. She was wearing a red lace top that almost fell over one shoulder. Her lips were red and her large black eyes looked up at him warily. She didn’t smile at him, so much as grimace and beacon him over. He sat directly in front of her. She was sipping one of the fruity, girly drinks that she was so found of.
“Hi.” Ryan said cautiously.
“Hi yourself.” She said. She looked down and found it hard to look directly at him. She knew that Jim and Pam were a few tables away. She had called and begged Pam to come for moral support. Pam had found her insistence hard to turn down. Besides, she and Jim had been looking for something to do between jumping each other’s bones. They came and kept themselves occupied.
“How have you been?” Ryan asked nervously, trying to meet her eyes. The question seemed to have sparked something that made Kelly not only meet his eyes, but glare into them.
“How have I been?” She blasted, “How do you think! I got my heart stepped on, no trampled on by my ex-boyfriend!”
“I am sorry Kelly.” Ryan said quickly.
“So you say!” Kelly blurted.
“I made a mistake!” Ryan whined, “I should not have done that to you. I didn’t really give us a chance. I realize that now. Please don’t tell me I’m too late!” He reached out and touched her hand. Kelly bit her lip and slowly withdrew it.
“Why Ryan?” She asked, “Why should I give you another chance after the way you treated me. When we were together, you didn’t even treat me well. You acted like you were ashamed of me. You are the only man who ever did that! Who I let get away with that!”
“I heard about you and Andy.” Ryan said softly. “I was worried…”
“Is that why you’re here?” She interrupted, “You hear I’m with Andy and you come running. You didn’t want me and so no one should!”
“No, no, not at all.” Ryan said, “But when I heard…it…hurt.”
“Wow, you know how I feel.” Kelly answered, “I have pictured you screwing every girl in New York. It has not done well for my psyche. You have been a major asshole!”
“Yes, I have.” Ryan agreed, “A big major stupid unthinking asshole, with a capital A!”
Kelly uncontrollably gave a small giggle. Ryan took her hand again and looked into her eyes.
“So, Kelly what do I have to do to win you back?” Ryan said pleadingly.
Kelly sat there for a second and looked into Ryan big baby blue eyes. She reached up and pushed a strand back behind her ear and Ryan watched closely. He remembered how she would beg him to kiss her neck because it was so sensitive.
Kelly looked forward at him. “You would have to make some major changes in how you treat me. You are not going to change me. I like who I am. You cannot be with me and be ashamed of me. Even if I have a big talkative mouth…”
“I love that big talkative mouth.” Ryan interrupted before he had time to think. It was the first time that Ryan had used the word “Love” in reference to her. Kelly was speechless for a second. Ryan realizing what he had just said gave a small smile. He had meant it, and it wasn’t until just now that he knew it for sure.
“Ryan…?” Kelly said softly and a small tear flowed down her bronzed cheek. Ryan reached over and wiped the tear away gently.
“I mean it Kelly.” Ryan said confidently and a little too loudly, “I didn’t know it until it was too late, but I really do love you. You and your big beautiful mouth!”
“Oh Ryan.” Kelly said and she looked around, “You better watch it or you will be the one to embarrass us this time.” She gave a slight smile.
Ryan stood up and held his arms out, declaring loudly, “Did you hear me Poor Richards! I love Kelly Kapoor!” Kelly laughed through her tears and bent her head down in embarrassment. There were some cat calls and whistles from around the Bar. One person yelled “Shut up and sit down!” While another yelled, “Get a Room!” Pam and Jim looked outside of their booth and smiled at the scene.
Kelly stood up and pulled Ryan to her and quieted him with her lips. He embraced her and took in the spicy and familiar scent of her cologne. She was soft and welcoming in his arms and he felt himself instantly become erect.
Kelly whispered in his ear. “Ryan, we had better get out of here before your zipper splits open.” She turned, gave Jim and Pam as thumbs up and pulled Ryan towards the door.
“Are you sure about this Kelly?” He asked, “You know we don’t have to go. I’ll still love you. I didn’t come here for a booty call.”
Kelly’s answer was to pull him harder. He followed along as usual and then he led her to his car.
He pressed her against the car and kissed her deeply before they climbed in. They both considered doing it right there in the car, but Ryan stopped her and said that he wanted to be with her in a place that was a little more respectful. This thrilled Kelly even more. She lived just around the corner, so it was a short trip. They didn’t say much until they were in Kelly’s apartment and the door was shut.
Kelly pushed Ryan against the back of the door and kissed his hard. He reciprocated and started pulling off her clothes. She unzipped his pants and felt his excitement. This drove on her need as well as his. They stood in the entrance and peeled off each other clothes, reveling in the familiar textures and scent so each other’s bodies.
Kelly said Ryan’s name over and over again. They backed up and fell over and onto the wide Futon like sofa. It was deep green and soft brushed cotton. Ryan reached around and stroked her ass and cupped her cheek.
“Oh my God, Sweetcheeks.” Ryan groaned, “I missed your body so much! You know how this drives me to distraction.”
They rolled on the couch until Ryan was on top of her. He bent and kissed one chocolate kiss of a nipple and Kelly yelled out his name again. Ryan entered her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper in. Ryan moved slowly at first and then increased his thrusts as Kelly’s screaming grew more ragged and breathless. He looked at her face and her large dark eyes locked on his. His face gazed endearingly and he almost cried with relief when he saw the look of love on her face. He kissed her, melting into her wet mouth.
Kelly came first and in typical fashion was not very quiet about it. Her yells could pierce the walls, and Ryan had often wondered if her neighbors complained. Ryan climaxed soon after when she reached around grabbed his ass and arched sharply against him. His limbs felt like water and he softened against her. They rolled to their sides and he pressed her up against the back of the sofa.
Ryan, breathing very hard looked into Kelly’s face. She had her eyes closed. He waited for her to open her eyes.
“Open your eyes.” He whispered.
Kelly said quietly, “I’m afraid if I do, you will be gone or you will be distant.”
“Open your eyes, Kelly.” Ryan said insistently, he ran a hand over her hip and caressed her curvaceous thigh. Kelly slowly opened her eyes.
“I may work and have an apartment in New York.” Ryan said gently and he gave her a small, sweet kiss, “But, as far as I’m concerned, this is my home. Right, where I am now. Kelly, you are my home.”
Ryan now had his own assistant. Unfortunately his assistant was not a hot woman, but instead an embarrassingly good looking male, named Hunter. He was a leftover from Jan’s reign of ineptitude over the office and could not be replaced. To fire him because he was a nice looking male assistant instead of an attractive female assistant would be an invite for a lawsuit. Hunter was very efficient at his job and came with the promotion. It was Ryan’s one cross to bear for the promotion. Ironically, there were times when Ryan remembered Michael’s embarrassing comments on his own appearance. It was not helpful to have an assistant who was better looking than you. The woman who came into the office mooned over Hunter and barely glanced at Ryan.
He looked at the clock and realized that he had better gather his briefcase and leave. He didn’t have any evening plans. He felt if he didn’t leave soon people would realize that he had nothing to do on a Friday night. New York came alive more than usual on Friday nights. There were premieres to be seen, galleries to visit, dinner reservations to meet and other big city social scenes. But Ryan knew no one.
David, his boss, had rushed home to his big house in Long Island. Hunter had left to meet his band mates on a gig. The other office staff had given him a slightly chilly reception since his arrival. They hadn’t warmed up enough yet to invite him to any social gatherings. He knew that many of the upper management felt that he had not yet earned his job. They had known that only 6 months ago he had only been a no name temp working for Michael Scott. Much of the staff had felt that he had over stepped his bounds by sneaking in the interview with David behind his own branches back. Ryan had been branded the reputation as a back stabber.
Michael Scott, who Ryan felt was one of the biggest asses around, garnered more respect than him with the staff. Michael had been at the company a very long time and had earned the reputation as being eccentric. His branch still brought in money so his odd behavior was over looked.
In Scranton, Ryan had people that he could feel superior to. New York had no dimwitted Dwight, no milquetoast Toby, no pious Angela to ridicule. In New York, Ryan was the joke of the office. He knew that he would have to work hard and prove himself.
New York didn’t have one thing that Ryan had not expected to miss either. It didn’t have a Kelly Kapoor. In the beginning that had been the one attractive thing about the transfer. Ryan had ruthlessly broken things off with Kelly and run away with his tail between his legs. He knew that he should have handled things a little better. But the excitement of the job offer had taken away his sense of decorum, and he had just dumped her there in the office.
There had been tears and bad words. Ryan had expected some form of retaliation. But except for a few insults during his first office visit back as the supervisor, Kelly had just walked away. He tried to send an e-mail to apologize and it was returned unsendable. She had placed him on the list of people she would not accept e-mails from.
He had been thinking of her often. Whenever he saw a beautiful Indian woman, and on the streets of the city there were many, he was reminded of her. It had not been as bad as he thought previously. Yes, Kelly could talk your ear off. But she had a sweet nature with him and worked so hard to please him. She was so proud to be his girlfriend. She always let him know what was going on with her. There were no games or guess work. In bed, Kelly was a tiger. She could be insatiable at times. They did have chemistry.
It had felt so right with her at times that Ryan would feel scared. He would do something caustic to stall the relationship. He remembered how Kelly’s parents had asked him questions about his future and he had made a joke of it by telling them his big goal was to buy an Xbox. He knew just how to put the brakes on whenever that panic of commitment covered him.
Recently, Michael had told him about a housewarming party he had thrown. He mentioned that Kelly had shown up with Andy as a date. This information had stuck into his mind. Though he should have been happy that Kelly had moved on and he could feel less guilty, he was annoyed. He pictured that clammy, pale idiot Andy with his hands on Kelly and it pissed him off.
He considered calling her, but couldn’t come up with what to say. “I heard you were dating Andy?” That would go over well with a woman he just threw away.
Ryan left the office and walked down to a local Irish bar. He sat at the bar and ordered a Guinness. He looked in the reflection of the bar mirror and saw a young couple sitting at a table behind him. The young woman was feeding a few French fries to her date. The date was laughing and he ate them, then leaned over and gave her a light kiss. Ryan remembered how Kelly had done that. It had annoyed him. He never really understood why she did stuff like that. But, here he was, seeing other women do the same thing and it looked so normal.
He nursed his beer for a while and after seeing the young lovers left, he followed suit. Ryan took the subway to his place in Queens. He had looked all over the place for an apartment in the city. The rent had been way too steep for this juncture in his life. He rented a nice open spaced loft that had been recently renovated. Ironically, it was across the street from an Indian food restaurant. The spicy curry smell wafted over constantly. Ryan had realized very early on that sometimes fate could really screw with you.
He got to his apartment and found a note from the landlord about a package. He went to the first floor again and knocked on the door. The nice middle age man, whom Ryan deduced was gay, answered. He gave Ryan the package and watched a little breathlessly as Ryan walk up the stairs with his delivery.
Once Ryan got into the apartment, he placed the package on a table. His apartment was still sparse with furniture and boxes still remained unpacked. He looked at the returned receipt and saw that it had been delivered from Scranton. Ryan was a little suspicious at first. Anything mailed to him from Scranton could be suspect. He had seen some odd things sent in the name of jokes from Jim to Dwight. The best was the “Gaydar-detector” that Jim had sent Dwight. Dwight had spent the entire morning scanning everyone, only to have it beep when it was pointed towards himself. It had been the highlight of the office day.
He saw that it had been mailed from their warehouse. He ripped off the tape and was surprised at the items. It was his things. A grey t-shirt that he had let Kelly sleep in was on the bottom. There was a toothbrush, a book he had been reading, a small stuffed bear that he had won for Kelly at a fair. The box was filled with items he had left at Kelly’s apartment. There was no note. No message. Just a box of items mailed impersonally from the Scranton Warehouse.
Ryan sat on the chair by the table. He held the small stuffed brown bear. Kelly had named the bear “Sweetcheeks”. It had been his nickname for her in the more cheerful times.
He had called her Sweetcheeks, because of all her attributes, her ass had been one of her best. Her butt was perfectly formed, round and had smooth brown skin. She had really nice, cocoa brown skin. He had loved the contrast of their skins colors when they lay naked. She always wore this spicy cinnamon like cologne. He remembered how beautiful she had looked the night of Diwali. Her red sari made her body glow. Ryan had gotten very attracted to the Indian culture from looking at that sari. The whole culture was seductive.
Ryan stood up and went into the bedroom and lay on his bed. The sun had faded into a hazy dusk outside. He looked over at the uncovered window and saw the blinking light from Kanjama’s, the Indian restaurant. He wondered what she would say if he called her.
Ryan reached over and picked up the phone. He dialed her phone number from memory, barely remembering to add the area code. Last time he had called, he had lived there and no area code was needed. The phone rang and after 3 rings the answering machine picked up.
“Hi There, This is Kelly. You can see I can’t answer the phone right now. But I am dying to hear from you. Leave a message!” Beep
Ryan hung up real quick. The sound of her voice was welcoming. It was the usual bright, chirpy sound that had grated on his ears so much in the past. She had filled up every second of the message that she could. Kelly could never be accused of not talking enough. Ryan gave a small wry laugh. The phone rang suddenly and Ryan jumped. He had not had the energy to attach his answering machine or caller I.D. yet. He picked it up and said a tentative hello.
“Yes, someone called me from this number and hung up. Who are you?” Kelly’s voice came over the line and Ryan’s large blue eyes grew larger.
“Uh…Hi Kelly. It’s me Ryan.” He said softly and then added quickly, “Please don’t hang up!”
Kelly uncharacteristically was quiet. Ryan sat for a second listening to her breath and searching for his next word.
“Kelly, will you talk to me for a minute?” He asked quietly.
“Well, I seem to remember that you were not that crazy about my talking.” She said curtly.
“I know, I know.” Ryan said and closed his eyes. “I made a mistake Kelly.”
“Mistake?” She asked.
“Yes, I treated you so bad. I am so sorry.” Ryan said, “I miss you so much Kelly.”
Kelly was quiet. Ryan sat still and waited for her to respond. “Missed me, Ryan, how have you missed me. You never really had me.”
Ryan didn’t understand her. He wondered what she meant and was about to ask when of course Kelly offered up the info.
“You never really wanted me!” She said angrily, “You belittled me and thought I was a brainless little idiot. You used me while you were here and then trashed me the first chance you had to get out. How can you miss something that you never even really valued?”
“You’re right, I didn’t know.” He begged, “Please, I don’t want to do this on the phone. Please let me come and talk to you. I’ll drive down tonight. I’ll stay at a hotel there and not make any moves. I just want to talk to you face to face.”
“The only reason that I would even entertain that request is because I valued you much more than you ever did me.” She said.
“So, will you see me?” Ryan asked nervously. “I promise, I just want to talk.”
Kelly was hurt, but the fact that he was going to drive 3 hours just to see her, made her feel a little more yielding. She didn’t have plans tonight anyway. This was a chapter of her life that she really did need to get through with.
“Ok,” She gave in, “But this isn’t some long distance booty call.”
“Oh, Kelly, I promise.” Ryan said relieved. “I will leave right now. I should be there by 11:30.
“Meet me at Poor Richards.” She added, “I don’t want you to come here to talk.”
Ryan easily relented and hung up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and keys. He locked up and ran down the stairs to dash to the garage where he paid to store his car. Once he got his car out of the garage, he raced towards Scranton. On the long trip he went over in his mind what he was going to say.
It was 11:15 when Ryan pulled up in front of Poor Richard’s Bar. He went inside and was assaulted by the familiar scents of the place. He had spent many hours in here after class and sometime after work. It had been a major source of relaxation for him. He saw Jim and Pam in a corner booth. They were so immersed in each other that neither of them noticed Ryan’s entrance. Kelly sat in a private booth in the rear. The music was not so loud in this area.
Kelly looked wonderful. His heat lit a few watts at the sight of her. Her short, cropped hair was a shiny, black mass with a small red rose on one side. She was wearing a red lace top that almost fell over one shoulder. Her lips were red and her large black eyes looked up at him warily. She didn’t smile at him, so much as grimace and beacon him over. He sat directly in front of her. She was sipping one of the fruity, girly drinks that she was so found of.
“Hi.” Ryan said cautiously.
“Hi yourself.” She said. She looked down and found it hard to look directly at him. She knew that Jim and Pam were a few tables away. She had called and begged Pam to come for moral support. Pam had found her insistence hard to turn down. Besides, she and Jim had been looking for something to do between jumping each other’s bones. They came and kept themselves occupied.
“How have you been?” Ryan asked nervously, trying to meet her eyes. The question seemed to have sparked something that made Kelly not only meet his eyes, but glare into them.
“How have I been?” She blasted, “How do you think! I got my heart stepped on, no trampled on by my ex-boyfriend!”
“I am sorry Kelly.” Ryan said quickly.
“So you say!” Kelly blurted.
“I made a mistake!” Ryan whined, “I should not have done that to you. I didn’t really give us a chance. I realize that now. Please don’t tell me I’m too late!” He reached out and touched her hand. Kelly bit her lip and slowly withdrew it.
“Why Ryan?” She asked, “Why should I give you another chance after the way you treated me. When we were together, you didn’t even treat me well. You acted like you were ashamed of me. You are the only man who ever did that! Who I let get away with that!”
“I heard about you and Andy.” Ryan said softly. “I was worried…”
“Is that why you’re here?” She interrupted, “You hear I’m with Andy and you come running. You didn’t want me and so no one should!”
“No, no, not at all.” Ryan said, “But when I heard…it…hurt.”
“Wow, you know how I feel.” Kelly answered, “I have pictured you screwing every girl in New York. It has not done well for my psyche. You have been a major asshole!”
“Yes, I have.” Ryan agreed, “A big major stupid unthinking asshole, with a capital A!”
Kelly uncontrollably gave a small giggle. Ryan took her hand again and looked into her eyes.
“So, Kelly what do I have to do to win you back?” Ryan said pleadingly.
Kelly sat there for a second and looked into Ryan big baby blue eyes. She reached up and pushed a strand back behind her ear and Ryan watched closely. He remembered how she would beg him to kiss her neck because it was so sensitive.
Kelly looked forward at him. “You would have to make some major changes in how you treat me. You are not going to change me. I like who I am. You cannot be with me and be ashamed of me. Even if I have a big talkative mouth…”
“I love that big talkative mouth.” Ryan interrupted before he had time to think. It was the first time that Ryan had used the word “Love” in reference to her. Kelly was speechless for a second. Ryan realizing what he had just said gave a small smile. He had meant it, and it wasn’t until just now that he knew it for sure.
“Ryan…?” Kelly said softly and a small tear flowed down her bronzed cheek. Ryan reached over and wiped the tear away gently.
“I mean it Kelly.” Ryan said confidently and a little too loudly, “I didn’t know it until it was too late, but I really do love you. You and your big beautiful mouth!”
“Oh Ryan.” Kelly said and she looked around, “You better watch it or you will be the one to embarrass us this time.” She gave a slight smile.
Ryan stood up and held his arms out, declaring loudly, “Did you hear me Poor Richards! I love Kelly Kapoor!” Kelly laughed through her tears and bent her head down in embarrassment. There were some cat calls and whistles from around the Bar. One person yelled “Shut up and sit down!” While another yelled, “Get a Room!” Pam and Jim looked outside of their booth and smiled at the scene.
Kelly stood up and pulled Ryan to her and quieted him with her lips. He embraced her and took in the spicy and familiar scent of her cologne. She was soft and welcoming in his arms and he felt himself instantly become erect.
Kelly whispered in his ear. “Ryan, we had better get out of here before your zipper splits open.” She turned, gave Jim and Pam as thumbs up and pulled Ryan towards the door.
“Are you sure about this Kelly?” He asked, “You know we don’t have to go. I’ll still love you. I didn’t come here for a booty call.”
Kelly’s answer was to pull him harder. He followed along as usual and then he led her to his car.
He pressed her against the car and kissed her deeply before they climbed in. They both considered doing it right there in the car, but Ryan stopped her and said that he wanted to be with her in a place that was a little more respectful. This thrilled Kelly even more. She lived just around the corner, so it was a short trip. They didn’t say much until they were in Kelly’s apartment and the door was shut.
Kelly pushed Ryan against the back of the door and kissed his hard. He reciprocated and started pulling off her clothes. She unzipped his pants and felt his excitement. This drove on her need as well as his. They stood in the entrance and peeled off each other clothes, reveling in the familiar textures and scent so each other’s bodies.
Kelly said Ryan’s name over and over again. They backed up and fell over and onto the wide Futon like sofa. It was deep green and soft brushed cotton. Ryan reached around and stroked her ass and cupped her cheek.
“Oh my God, Sweetcheeks.” Ryan groaned, “I missed your body so much! You know how this drives me to distraction.”
They rolled on the couch until Ryan was on top of her. He bent and kissed one chocolate kiss of a nipple and Kelly yelled out his name again. Ryan entered her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper in. Ryan moved slowly at first and then increased his thrusts as Kelly’s screaming grew more ragged and breathless. He looked at her face and her large dark eyes locked on his. His face gazed endearingly and he almost cried with relief when he saw the look of love on her face. He kissed her, melting into her wet mouth.
Kelly came first and in typical fashion was not very quiet about it. Her yells could pierce the walls, and Ryan had often wondered if her neighbors complained. Ryan climaxed soon after when she reached around grabbed his ass and arched sharply against him. His limbs felt like water and he softened against her. They rolled to their sides and he pressed her up against the back of the sofa.
Ryan, breathing very hard looked into Kelly’s face. She had her eyes closed. He waited for her to open her eyes.
“Open your eyes.” He whispered.
Kelly said quietly, “I’m afraid if I do, you will be gone or you will be distant.”
“Open your eyes, Kelly.” Ryan said insistently, he ran a hand over her hip and caressed her curvaceous thigh. Kelly slowly opened her eyes.
“I may work and have an apartment in New York.” Ryan said gently and he gave her a small, sweet kiss, “But, as far as I’m concerned, this is my home. Right, where I am now. Kelly, you are my home.”
Office Sex Series - Andy and Meredith
It was a typical crazy night at Poor Richards. The air was dense with the scent of stale beer and cigarettes. Andy came in and grabbed a stool at the bar. It had been another long day at Dunder Mifflin and he wanted to just relax. He ordered three fingers of scotch and proceeded to consume it in one gulp after the bartender placed it on the bar. The alcohol burned as it went down his throat and his head exploded with a giddy rush of heat.
“wooo!” Andy said loudly as he felt the blast behind his eyeballs. He slammed the glass onto the bar.
“Would you like another?” The bartender asked, wondering what kinda of moron wastes good liquor like that.
“Yes sir my man!” Andy said, “I have acquired quite a thirst after my daily toils. I shall require another dose of your medication.”
The bartender rolled his eyes and went to get the drink order. Andy sat with his hands clasped and feet lightly kicking against the bar. He scanned the area. It was a typical neighborhood bar. There was a pool table in the corner. Several patrons looked like they spent a fair deal of their time in the place. Loud laughter and the clink of glassware could be heard.
Andy wished he had a drinking partner. It was always a little desperate to drink alone. He had invited Jim, but that had been pointless. Ever since Jim had hooked up with the receptionist they had been in their own world. Andy felt like vomiting every time he saw them making goo eyes at each other.
The bartender returned with his drink and Andy tried to nurse it a little slower. His head swam a little and he felt the alcoholic buzz start to kick in. He took another swig of his scotch.
Andy looked up to see the baseball game playing on the television located over the bar. A fat, sweaty guy on the barstool next to him was watching the game closely. It was a college game between Oregon State Beavers and Arizona State Sun Devils.
“You want to see a real game you got to catch Cornell Rams!” Andy said loudly and tapped the guy on the shoulder. The man turned around and looked at him suspiciously.
“Who the hell is that and who the hell are you?” The man slurred. He looked big and angry.
Andy smiled brightly and said nothing. The man turned back and looked at the television. Andy looked forward, a little disappointed that he could not stir up a drinking buddy. He heard a familiar female voice.
“Hey Johnny, give me a vodka, straight up.” Said Meredith who appeared by Andy’s side.
“Sure thing Meri.” The bartender smiled widely and drew up her drink. The grumpy gentleman who had glared at Andy heard her name and turned to look towards her. He replaced the scowl with a big snaggletooth grin.
“Meri! I missed you baby!” The man called out to her. She looked at him and smirked.
“Oh Jerry, I was here last night. So were you.” She laughed and slapped him on the back. Andy saw that Meredith had changed out of her slouchy work clothes and was wearing a pair of jeans and a soft green silk shirt. Her hair was brushed to a soft auburn sheen.
“Hello there Meredith.” Andy exclaimed happy to see someone he knew. Meredith gave him a puzzling look. Her morning vodka and orange juices at Dunder Mifflin had been making her workdays a little vague. She had not had much time around Andy that she could recall. Meredith looked closely and the recognition came to her.
“Oh Hi Andy…right!” She said happily surprised, “I see you found Poor Richards!”
“Yes, today it was kinda crazy in sales. I needed multiple liquid libations,” Andy said politely, “What brings you to this fine establishment?”
Oh, I meet some friends here.” She said, “Are you here alone?”
“I haven’t yet had the time to make many companions to enjoy the evening’s merriment with.” He said loudly over the music.
“Well Andy, ya know me.” She exclaimed loudly and tugged him lightly on the arm, “Come on over and I will introduce you to the gang.”
Andy, pleased to be included, grabbed his drink and followed her to a long wooden table. There were six other people seated around the table. They all greeted Meredith with cheerfulness at her arrival. Meredith introduced Andy and he sat down feeling immediately welcomed.
“So how do you know our Meri?” A man, who was introduced as Ben, asked Andy.
“Oh, we both work at Dunder Mifflin.” Andy answered. Several of the people around the table glanced at Meredith slyly and smiled. Meredith oblivious to the gestures smirked and took a long swig of her drink.
They both sat in the group of partiers for hours. They laughed and drank. They played drinking games that, of course, led to more drinking. Throughout the evening several people came over and said hello to Meredith. They conversed with her intimately about their lives. Andy was easily able to insert himself into the conversations. When the jukebox was shut down due to neighborhood noise codes, Meredith and he had started the group singing acapella versions of “Freebird” and old Willie Nelson songs.
Andy felt like he had been friends with these people forever. The mix of multiple doses of scotch and camaraderie was intoxicating. Andy felt welcome, happy and very drunk at the end of the night.
Last call came and the crowd started to disperse. They slapped Andy on the back in farewell. He waved at them and promised that he would visit again. Andy wondered for a second how he was going to drive home. He didn’t have know if Scranton had a taxi service and knew that he didn’t even have enough cash to pay.
“Andy,” Meredith slurred, “You can’t drive like this.” Andy’s head swam as he gazed at her. Her red hair was still silky and the top buttons of her silk green blouse had come undone. He noticed that she had really nice green eyes.
“Are you Irish Meri?” He drawled out slowly, using the bar patrons’ nickname for her.
“No, why?” She looked confused.
“You have Irish eyes. Like green meadows.” He said teasingly. He tried to stand, but fell back in the chair. Meredith laughed riotously and slapped her leg. She pushed him and he almost fell off the chair.
“Andy, you can’t drive your car like this.” She repeated the statement.
“Yesssh!” Andy slurred back, “I know and I don’t have my air mattress with me. It’s a roomy twin.”
Two Lackawanna County Deputies came strolling into the bar. They saw Meredith and came over to her table. Andy panicked for a second and wondered why they were coming towards them.
“Meredith,” Andy said in a loud whisper and pulled at Meredith’s shirt sleeve in alarm, “Meredith the cops are here! Hide…I don’t know. Meredith why are the cops here?”
“Don’t worry Andy,” Meredith said sluggishly, “This is my ride home.” She smiled brightly at the two deputies and they gave her a weary grin.
“Hi Eddie. Hi Carlton.” She said brightly
“Come on Meri,” said the tall blond and mustached deputy, “Let’s get you home safely.”
“These are my buddies.” Meredith said to Andy. “They keep the street safe at night.”
“Yes we do.” The other deputy, a short black man, answered and then yelled over to the bartender, “We’re gonna get Meri home safely. Are you going to be okay locking up Johnny?”
The bartender shook his head and started wiping down the bar surface.
“Andy how you gonna get home?” Meredith slurred.
“Meri, we can only take you home.” The blond deputy said, “We’re actually supposed to check out a domestic dispute after you get home.”
“I have an air mattress and it’s a roomy twin.” Andy said again. He grinned stupidly up at Meredith. She gripped his arm and pulled him up.
“Come on sport, you can crash on my couch.” She groaned at his weight. The black cop laughed lightly and went to help Meredith hoist Andy up. Andy stated singing “He’s not heavy he’s my brother” loudly as they pushed him towards the entrance.
The deputies led Andy and Meredith to their squad car. Andy slammed his head on the top of the door as he attempted to get in. He slouched against the metal cage bars that divided the front seat and the back seat.
“Meredith, why are we being arrested?” Andy slurred.
“Don’t be silly,” Meredith replied, “They are giving us a ride home.”
“You know Meredith,” Andy replied unsteadily, let his head fall back and looked at her, “I have an air mattress and it’s a twoomy rim.”
Meredith cackled loudly and the deputies climbed in and started the car. Andy sat back and looked out the barred window. The night was shadowed in moonlight. He started singing “I shot the Sheriff” and the deputies in the front chuckled softly.
They drove for a few minutes and pulled up in front of a small brick house. The lights inside were off. The blond deputy got out of the car and opened the back door. Meredith and Andy slid out. The deputy asked Meredith for her house keys. He aimed the couple to the entrance and unlocked Meredith’s front door.
“Where is your son tonight Meri?” He asked.
“He’s at his dad’s for the weekend.” She replied, “No one at home. Cat ran away. Can’t find the damn hamster.”
“Of course,” He replied and looked over at Andy. “Well, at least you won’t be lonely tonight.” He gave a little laugh and ushered them in. He turned on a floor lamp. After they were in safely, the deputy tossed Meredith’s keys on a side table, locked the door knob and closed the door behind him.
Andy held onto the side of a chair and looked around the room. It was papered with blue pin striped and flowered wallpaper. The floors were covered in large white ceramic tiles. There was a small brown leather couch and recliner on one side of the room. The home entertainment center was white painted wood with a 24 inch television set and an X-box. The walls were decorated with wicker baskets. The windows didn’t have curtains, just wide white vertical blinds. The only light was provided by a silver standing dome light.
Meredith said she was going to make some coffee and headed out of the room. Andy slouched into the recliner and looked at Meredith’s small couch. The furniture item was half his size. He stood swaying and went to find a bathroom. He opened the door to one room in the hall and flicked on a switched. The room was painted black and the walls were adorned with concert and soccer posters. There was a skateboard in the floor. The small twin bed had so many clothes piled on it that you couldn’t see the mattress. Andy felt a little dizzy and he used the door frame to brace himself. This was obviously her son’s room.
He stumbled down the hall and wound up in a room that was painted a light green. There was a double bed that was not made. It had sheets of different colors. There was a white bureau and nightstand. On the floor were 3 or 4 items of clothing that had been thrown down. The alarm clock blinked on and off as if the power had gone off recently. Andy surmised that this was Meredith’s bedroom.
“Andy?” A voice called from another room. Andy turned and followed the voice. He entered the kitchen and saw Meredith scooping out coffee grinds. The kitchen was a pretty shade of buttercup yellow. The cabinets were white shellac and the kitchen appliances were an odd color of avocado green.
“Andy you want some coffee?” Meredith asked, turning on the coffee maker.
“Yes, I think I could use some.” Andy responded, “You have a fine home here.”
“Thanks, it’s the one thing, other than my child, that the son-of-a-bitch gave me that was worth anything.”
Andy raised his eyebrows a bit and grinned. “Must have not ended so well.”
“Oh, typical story.” Meredith said and she sat at the small dining table, “Man gets married, man gets job, man gets secretary, man leaves wife for secretary.”
“Oh, how unfortunate. She must have been a slut?” Andy slurred, attempting to get on Meredith’s good side.
“He, he was a slut.” Meredith said wryly, “My husband decided he was gay much too late in life.”
Andy didn’t have an answer for that. Meredith looked at him and laughed, “I always get the same reaction to that story.”
Andy laughed too. Meredith had a nice laugh and she actually looked kind of pretty when she smiled. Her cheeks were flushed from either booze or laughter. She stood up and grabbed two green ceramic mugs. She filled them with coffee and sat back down at the table. Andy joined her and gazed at her over the table. Her fiery hair was slightly in her eyes. He had always loved redheads. He wondered if she was a real redhead.
They sat and drank their coffee and laughed about the people at Dunder Mifflin. Meredith filled him in on some of the tales of office hijinx that occurred before he transferred in from Stamford. Andy was not surprised to hear about Jim’s pranks on Dwight. He was however a little disturbed to find that these pranks resembled ones that had been played on him in Stamford.
They moved the party to the living room and Meredith put on some music. Disco music came to life on the radio. Andy stood, bent over and held his hand out to Meredith.
“Shall I have this dance fair lady?” Andy said and almost fell over in his attempt to stand straight. Meredith smiled, stood and joined him. They danced around the living room and held each other up.
The music changed to a slower tempo and Andy drew her close in a slow dance. Meredith enjoyed the closeness of having a man hold her. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Andy smelled strangely like peppermint.
“Meri?” Andy asked his voice slurring slightly. “I think your couch is too small for me.”
“Oh,” Meredith said hesitantly, “It looks so much bigger during the day.”
“Meri?” Andy requested, “Can I kiss you?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Meredith said lightly and leaned in, “I mean we work together and we’re so drunk.” Meredith slipped and almost fell. Andy picked her up. He leaned in and kissed her neck.
Meredith grabbed his head and kissed him hard. In spite of the large amount of liquor he had drunk, Andy felt himself get an erection. Meredith felt it too and kissed him harder. They stumbled their way into the bedroom.
Andy and Meredith fell on the bed and they struggled to get their clothes off. Andy marveled at Meredith’s agility as she stripped and slipped off his pants in one move. He noticed that she had very soft skin. It had little freckles dusted upon it.
They rolled around clumsily in the sheets. Andy lay prone and Meredith climbed on top. He felt himself enter her and he groaned and flailed out his arm knocking over the table lamp. The room went dark and they both laughed. They swayed with the light and pace of the blinking alarm clock, back and forth. Andy’s head swam and he gripped her hips and thrust in hungrily. Meredith moaned loudly and he feared for a second that the neighbors might think someone was killing her in here. He had a mental picture of Ed and Carlton the deputies rushing in with guns drawn.
Meredith let out a final scream and climaxed. Andy losing his composure felt his own climax start and he began his loud moaning as a continuation of hers. He came and gripped her tight.
Meredith and he laughed out loud. She disengaged and rolled off Andy. He placed his arm under her head and she snuggled in. The sex and alcohol was starting to take its toll and they grew drowsy.
“Oh, Meri,” Andy said exhausted, “I don’t know if I can go again. I am so tired.”
Meredith was silent and Andy leaned over to check on her. She let out a small snore. Andy gave a little laugh and closed his eyes. His soft snores soon joined Meredith’s. Even in sleep, Andy stayed in harmony.
“wooo!” Andy said loudly as he felt the blast behind his eyeballs. He slammed the glass onto the bar.
“Would you like another?” The bartender asked, wondering what kinda of moron wastes good liquor like that.
“Yes sir my man!” Andy said, “I have acquired quite a thirst after my daily toils. I shall require another dose of your medication.”
The bartender rolled his eyes and went to get the drink order. Andy sat with his hands clasped and feet lightly kicking against the bar. He scanned the area. It was a typical neighborhood bar. There was a pool table in the corner. Several patrons looked like they spent a fair deal of their time in the place. Loud laughter and the clink of glassware could be heard.
Andy wished he had a drinking partner. It was always a little desperate to drink alone. He had invited Jim, but that had been pointless. Ever since Jim had hooked up with the receptionist they had been in their own world. Andy felt like vomiting every time he saw them making goo eyes at each other.
The bartender returned with his drink and Andy tried to nurse it a little slower. His head swam a little and he felt the alcoholic buzz start to kick in. He took another swig of his scotch.
Andy looked up to see the baseball game playing on the television located over the bar. A fat, sweaty guy on the barstool next to him was watching the game closely. It was a college game between Oregon State Beavers and Arizona State Sun Devils.
“You want to see a real game you got to catch Cornell Rams!” Andy said loudly and tapped the guy on the shoulder. The man turned around and looked at him suspiciously.
“Who the hell is that and who the hell are you?” The man slurred. He looked big and angry.
Andy smiled brightly and said nothing. The man turned back and looked at the television. Andy looked forward, a little disappointed that he could not stir up a drinking buddy. He heard a familiar female voice.
“Hey Johnny, give me a vodka, straight up.” Said Meredith who appeared by Andy’s side.
“Sure thing Meri.” The bartender smiled widely and drew up her drink. The grumpy gentleman who had glared at Andy heard her name and turned to look towards her. He replaced the scowl with a big snaggletooth grin.
“Meri! I missed you baby!” The man called out to her. She looked at him and smirked.
“Oh Jerry, I was here last night. So were you.” She laughed and slapped him on the back. Andy saw that Meredith had changed out of her slouchy work clothes and was wearing a pair of jeans and a soft green silk shirt. Her hair was brushed to a soft auburn sheen.
“Hello there Meredith.” Andy exclaimed happy to see someone he knew. Meredith gave him a puzzling look. Her morning vodka and orange juices at Dunder Mifflin had been making her workdays a little vague. She had not had much time around Andy that she could recall. Meredith looked closely and the recognition came to her.
“Oh Hi Andy…right!” She said happily surprised, “I see you found Poor Richards!”
“Yes, today it was kinda crazy in sales. I needed multiple liquid libations,” Andy said politely, “What brings you to this fine establishment?”
Oh, I meet some friends here.” She said, “Are you here alone?”
“I haven’t yet had the time to make many companions to enjoy the evening’s merriment with.” He said loudly over the music.
“Well Andy, ya know me.” She exclaimed loudly and tugged him lightly on the arm, “Come on over and I will introduce you to the gang.”
Andy, pleased to be included, grabbed his drink and followed her to a long wooden table. There were six other people seated around the table. They all greeted Meredith with cheerfulness at her arrival. Meredith introduced Andy and he sat down feeling immediately welcomed.
“So how do you know our Meri?” A man, who was introduced as Ben, asked Andy.
“Oh, we both work at Dunder Mifflin.” Andy answered. Several of the people around the table glanced at Meredith slyly and smiled. Meredith oblivious to the gestures smirked and took a long swig of her drink.
They both sat in the group of partiers for hours. They laughed and drank. They played drinking games that, of course, led to more drinking. Throughout the evening several people came over and said hello to Meredith. They conversed with her intimately about their lives. Andy was easily able to insert himself into the conversations. When the jukebox was shut down due to neighborhood noise codes, Meredith and he had started the group singing acapella versions of “Freebird” and old Willie Nelson songs.
Andy felt like he had been friends with these people forever. The mix of multiple doses of scotch and camaraderie was intoxicating. Andy felt welcome, happy and very drunk at the end of the night.
Last call came and the crowd started to disperse. They slapped Andy on the back in farewell. He waved at them and promised that he would visit again. Andy wondered for a second how he was going to drive home. He didn’t have know if Scranton had a taxi service and knew that he didn’t even have enough cash to pay.
“Andy,” Meredith slurred, “You can’t drive like this.” Andy’s head swam as he gazed at her. Her red hair was still silky and the top buttons of her silk green blouse had come undone. He noticed that she had really nice green eyes.
“Are you Irish Meri?” He drawled out slowly, using the bar patrons’ nickname for her.
“No, why?” She looked confused.
“You have Irish eyes. Like green meadows.” He said teasingly. He tried to stand, but fell back in the chair. Meredith laughed riotously and slapped her leg. She pushed him and he almost fell off the chair.
“Andy, you can’t drive your car like this.” She repeated the statement.
“Yesssh!” Andy slurred back, “I know and I don’t have my air mattress with me. It’s a roomy twin.”
Two Lackawanna County Deputies came strolling into the bar. They saw Meredith and came over to her table. Andy panicked for a second and wondered why they were coming towards them.
“Meredith,” Andy said in a loud whisper and pulled at Meredith’s shirt sleeve in alarm, “Meredith the cops are here! Hide…I don’t know. Meredith why are the cops here?”
“Don’t worry Andy,” Meredith said sluggishly, “This is my ride home.” She smiled brightly at the two deputies and they gave her a weary grin.
“Hi Eddie. Hi Carlton.” She said brightly
“Come on Meri,” said the tall blond and mustached deputy, “Let’s get you home safely.”
“These are my buddies.” Meredith said to Andy. “They keep the street safe at night.”
“Yes we do.” The other deputy, a short black man, answered and then yelled over to the bartender, “We’re gonna get Meri home safely. Are you going to be okay locking up Johnny?”
The bartender shook his head and started wiping down the bar surface.
“Andy how you gonna get home?” Meredith slurred.
“Meri, we can only take you home.” The blond deputy said, “We’re actually supposed to check out a domestic dispute after you get home.”
“I have an air mattress and it’s a roomy twin.” Andy said again. He grinned stupidly up at Meredith. She gripped his arm and pulled him up.
“Come on sport, you can crash on my couch.” She groaned at his weight. The black cop laughed lightly and went to help Meredith hoist Andy up. Andy stated singing “He’s not heavy he’s my brother” loudly as they pushed him towards the entrance.
The deputies led Andy and Meredith to their squad car. Andy slammed his head on the top of the door as he attempted to get in. He slouched against the metal cage bars that divided the front seat and the back seat.
“Meredith, why are we being arrested?” Andy slurred.
“Don’t be silly,” Meredith replied, “They are giving us a ride home.”
“You know Meredith,” Andy replied unsteadily, let his head fall back and looked at her, “I have an air mattress and it’s a twoomy rim.”
Meredith cackled loudly and the deputies climbed in and started the car. Andy sat back and looked out the barred window. The night was shadowed in moonlight. He started singing “I shot the Sheriff” and the deputies in the front chuckled softly.
They drove for a few minutes and pulled up in front of a small brick house. The lights inside were off. The blond deputy got out of the car and opened the back door. Meredith and Andy slid out. The deputy asked Meredith for her house keys. He aimed the couple to the entrance and unlocked Meredith’s front door.
“Where is your son tonight Meri?” He asked.
“He’s at his dad’s for the weekend.” She replied, “No one at home. Cat ran away. Can’t find the damn hamster.”
“Of course,” He replied and looked over at Andy. “Well, at least you won’t be lonely tonight.” He gave a little laugh and ushered them in. He turned on a floor lamp. After they were in safely, the deputy tossed Meredith’s keys on a side table, locked the door knob and closed the door behind him.
Andy held onto the side of a chair and looked around the room. It was papered with blue pin striped and flowered wallpaper. The floors were covered in large white ceramic tiles. There was a small brown leather couch and recliner on one side of the room. The home entertainment center was white painted wood with a 24 inch television set and an X-box. The walls were decorated with wicker baskets. The windows didn’t have curtains, just wide white vertical blinds. The only light was provided by a silver standing dome light.
Meredith said she was going to make some coffee and headed out of the room. Andy slouched into the recliner and looked at Meredith’s small couch. The furniture item was half his size. He stood swaying and went to find a bathroom. He opened the door to one room in the hall and flicked on a switched. The room was painted black and the walls were adorned with concert and soccer posters. There was a skateboard in the floor. The small twin bed had so many clothes piled on it that you couldn’t see the mattress. Andy felt a little dizzy and he used the door frame to brace himself. This was obviously her son’s room.
He stumbled down the hall and wound up in a room that was painted a light green. There was a double bed that was not made. It had sheets of different colors. There was a white bureau and nightstand. On the floor were 3 or 4 items of clothing that had been thrown down. The alarm clock blinked on and off as if the power had gone off recently. Andy surmised that this was Meredith’s bedroom.
“Andy?” A voice called from another room. Andy turned and followed the voice. He entered the kitchen and saw Meredith scooping out coffee grinds. The kitchen was a pretty shade of buttercup yellow. The cabinets were white shellac and the kitchen appliances were an odd color of avocado green.
“Andy you want some coffee?” Meredith asked, turning on the coffee maker.
“Yes, I think I could use some.” Andy responded, “You have a fine home here.”
“Thanks, it’s the one thing, other than my child, that the son-of-a-bitch gave me that was worth anything.”
Andy raised his eyebrows a bit and grinned. “Must have not ended so well.”
“Oh, typical story.” Meredith said and she sat at the small dining table, “Man gets married, man gets job, man gets secretary, man leaves wife for secretary.”
“Oh, how unfortunate. She must have been a slut?” Andy slurred, attempting to get on Meredith’s good side.
“He, he was a slut.” Meredith said wryly, “My husband decided he was gay much too late in life.”
Andy didn’t have an answer for that. Meredith looked at him and laughed, “I always get the same reaction to that story.”
Andy laughed too. Meredith had a nice laugh and she actually looked kind of pretty when she smiled. Her cheeks were flushed from either booze or laughter. She stood up and grabbed two green ceramic mugs. She filled them with coffee and sat back down at the table. Andy joined her and gazed at her over the table. Her fiery hair was slightly in her eyes. He had always loved redheads. He wondered if she was a real redhead.
They sat and drank their coffee and laughed about the people at Dunder Mifflin. Meredith filled him in on some of the tales of office hijinx that occurred before he transferred in from Stamford. Andy was not surprised to hear about Jim’s pranks on Dwight. He was however a little disturbed to find that these pranks resembled ones that had been played on him in Stamford.
They moved the party to the living room and Meredith put on some music. Disco music came to life on the radio. Andy stood, bent over and held his hand out to Meredith.
“Shall I have this dance fair lady?” Andy said and almost fell over in his attempt to stand straight. Meredith smiled, stood and joined him. They danced around the living room and held each other up.
The music changed to a slower tempo and Andy drew her close in a slow dance. Meredith enjoyed the closeness of having a man hold her. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Andy smelled strangely like peppermint.
“Meri?” Andy asked his voice slurring slightly. “I think your couch is too small for me.”
“Oh,” Meredith said hesitantly, “It looks so much bigger during the day.”
“Meri?” Andy requested, “Can I kiss you?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Meredith said lightly and leaned in, “I mean we work together and we’re so drunk.” Meredith slipped and almost fell. Andy picked her up. He leaned in and kissed her neck.
Meredith grabbed his head and kissed him hard. In spite of the large amount of liquor he had drunk, Andy felt himself get an erection. Meredith felt it too and kissed him harder. They stumbled their way into the bedroom.
Andy and Meredith fell on the bed and they struggled to get their clothes off. Andy marveled at Meredith’s agility as she stripped and slipped off his pants in one move. He noticed that she had very soft skin. It had little freckles dusted upon it.
They rolled around clumsily in the sheets. Andy lay prone and Meredith climbed on top. He felt himself enter her and he groaned and flailed out his arm knocking over the table lamp. The room went dark and they both laughed. They swayed with the light and pace of the blinking alarm clock, back and forth. Andy’s head swam and he gripped her hips and thrust in hungrily. Meredith moaned loudly and he feared for a second that the neighbors might think someone was killing her in here. He had a mental picture of Ed and Carlton the deputies rushing in with guns drawn.
Meredith let out a final scream and climaxed. Andy losing his composure felt his own climax start and he began his loud moaning as a continuation of hers. He came and gripped her tight.
Meredith and he laughed out loud. She disengaged and rolled off Andy. He placed his arm under her head and she snuggled in. The sex and alcohol was starting to take its toll and they grew drowsy.
“Oh, Meri,” Andy said exhausted, “I don’t know if I can go again. I am so tired.”
Meredith was silent and Andy leaned over to check on her. She let out a small snore. Andy gave a little laugh and closed his eyes. His soft snores soon joined Meredith’s. Even in sleep, Andy stayed in harmony.
Office Sex Series - Creed
The women’s bathroom door opened and Creed exited. He had been in there a while, not really noticing that the office had closed and everyone had gone home. He walked through the break room. Taking a small master key, he disengaged the locks on the soda and candy machine. He retrieved a Root beer and a small bag of pork rinds. Creed walked over to his desk. He threw the pork rinds on the surface and sat the Root beer next to his computer monitor.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was almost 7:00pm. Creed gave a little smile and started humming to himself. He opened a drawer to his desk and took out green bottle of cologne. He dabbed a little on his neck. Then he took a small comb and ran it through his hair. He removed a miniature sample bottle of mouthwash, gargled a few drops and swallowed. Creed then took a small box out of the bottom drawer. He walked across the office to the front desk.
Creed found the second master key in Pam’s desk. He unlocked and entered Michael’s office. He sat in Michael’s chair and turned on the computer at the desk. Creed looked around the desktop. He placed the little box in the top drawer. He cleared away some of the desk toys and placed Michael’s framed photo of Jan in a Hooter’s t-shirt face down into another drawer. He clicked on the radio that sat next to the computer. Low strains of soft jazz filled the small office space. Creed looked at the clock. It was 6:59. He sat back, kicked his heels onto the desk and grabbed a file within arm’s length, paging through it.
There was a loud jingle of keys and then the front door to the office opened. Creed looked intently at the file in his hands. A small cleaning cart was rolled into the office. The front door closed.
“Meester Scott?” Came a brassy female voice. Creed put the folder down and looked up. He had a huge smile on his face.
“Consuela!” Creed said gleefully, “I forgot it was Tuesday. I’m so glad to see you!”
He took in her bright red t-shirt that read “Handy Dandy Cleaning.” The v-neck shirt was straining against large, pendulant breasts. Consuela was an attractive woman, about 40ish, with long black hair pulled back with a gold banana clip. She wore large gold hoops and a few glittery necklaces. Her pretty, smooth face had full make-up of rouged cheeks and red lined lips. Her brandy-colored eyes were contoured in black liner with long spider like eyelashes. She had sharp red fingernails. Her work uniform was complete with a khaki wrap around skirt and white Keds. Her tan legs were bare and she had a small heart tattoo on her ankle that read “Caliente.”
“Meester Scott, I’m so glad to see jou.” She purred. “Have jou thought about me?” Consuela came to the side of the desk and long tan leg touched Creed’s.
“Why of course Consuela. I think of you often.” He said and smiled. He placed a hand on her leg and ran up to her thigh.”
“Oh, Meester Scott!” Consuela said passionately, and she closed her eyes and moaned as Creed’s hand hit her sweet spot, “Jou were so beezy with jour important work. I hope I’m not interrupting jou?” She said with a sexy roll of her tongue. She moaned again as Creed slid a finger inside her.
“Oh Meester Scott.” She groaned, “Jou know how to really make my body feel so good!” She bent over and Creed raised her top, exposing her breast. She wore no bra, as well as no panties. “Oh jes, jes, keess my tetas!”
Creed slipped one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Consuelo bucked on his hand and squealed as he gently bit one large nipple with his teeth. Consuela back up suddenly and got on her knees, she crawled under the desk and unzipped Creed’s pants.
“Meester Scott. Jou have grande pinga!” Consuela said breathlessly. She took his erection and engulfed it with her scarlet red lips. Creed placed his hands behind his head, leaned back and enjoyed. He closed his eyes in pleasure.
There was a quick click of the office front door and Creed turned his head to see Kevin rush in the office. Kevin ran towards his own desk and grabbed something out of a drawer. He quickly glanced at Creed sitting at Michael’s desk and waved goodbye as he headed back out.
“Forgot my wallet!” Kevin yelled on his way to the door. “Taking Amy to dinner, Bye!”
Creed grinned widely and waved with one hand. He snaked his other hand down to Consuela’s bobbing dark head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. She continued her sucking pace without breaking stride. The office front door slammed shut behind Kevin.
After a few minutes Creed pulled back. He opened the top drawer of Michael’s desk and pulled out the small box inside. Consuela smiled wickedly and took the condom that Creed procured from the box. She tore it open and placed it on her ruby lips, bent over and slipped it onto his erect penis with her open mouth.
Consuela climbed out from under the desk. Creed put his hands around her hips and pushed her onto the desktop. He entered her forcefully and she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched back. She flinched for a moment when one of Michael’s desk toys poked her spine. Creed pushed it aside and continued screwing her with all his energy.
They kissed deeply and Creed caressed her body. She dug her fingernails into Creed’s back, puncturing the cloth and scratching skin with the sharp talons. They rocked, knocking some of the desk items on the carpeted floor.
“Oh Meester Scott!” Consuela screamed, “Jes, Jes, Jes! I’m coming!” She bucked wildly and climaxed violently against him. Creed rocked and came a few seconds later. They kissed for a while and then parted. Consuela gave him a small peck on the chin and licked his neck.
“Oh Meester Scott.” She said sadly, “I weesh we could do these more often. But jou know I have mi esposo, my husband, Carlos. He ees so jealous!”
“Oh, I know Consuela.” Creed said and he gave her an understanding look, “Besides, I’m so busy working that I have no time to date.” He stroked her arm gently.
“Such a waste!” Consuela said lightly, “Jou are so much more a man than my husband. Muy macho. Jou need a good woman to take care of jou.”
“But, then I wouldn’t have time for you.” Creed said and gave her a little hug and kiss, “My little Latin tamale.”
“I know.” She sulked, “Jou are right.”
“I have to go now Meester Scott.” Consuela said, looking at the clock and pouting. “I have to go clean other offices now. Meester Boss will be looking for me soon.”
Creed kissed her and followed her to the door.
“Bye Consuela, see you next week.” Creed leered. He patted her lightly on the ass. He followed her to the entrance. She turned and gave him a kiss.
Consuela giggled and pushed her cleaning cart out the door. She swiveled and looked at him. She ran her tongue over her red lips and winked slyly. Creed winked back and locked up after she left.
Creed walked over to Michael’s office. He started humming again. He picked up the used condom and tossed it in the wastepaper basket. He turned off the computer and radio. He returned Jan’s photo and the desk toys to the desktop. He then took his condom box and locked Michael’s office behind him.
Creed walked over to his desk, sat back and turned on his computer. After locating a favorite gambling website, he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up. Creed opened the bag of pork rinds and popped one in his mouth as he opened his Root beer.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was almost 7:00pm. Creed gave a little smile and started humming to himself. He opened a drawer to his desk and took out green bottle of cologne. He dabbed a little on his neck. Then he took a small comb and ran it through his hair. He removed a miniature sample bottle of mouthwash, gargled a few drops and swallowed. Creed then took a small box out of the bottom drawer. He walked across the office to the front desk.
Creed found the second master key in Pam’s desk. He unlocked and entered Michael’s office. He sat in Michael’s chair and turned on the computer at the desk. Creed looked around the desktop. He placed the little box in the top drawer. He cleared away some of the desk toys and placed Michael’s framed photo of Jan in a Hooter’s t-shirt face down into another drawer. He clicked on the radio that sat next to the computer. Low strains of soft jazz filled the small office space. Creed looked at the clock. It was 6:59. He sat back, kicked his heels onto the desk and grabbed a file within arm’s length, paging through it.
There was a loud jingle of keys and then the front door to the office opened. Creed looked intently at the file in his hands. A small cleaning cart was rolled into the office. The front door closed.
“Meester Scott?” Came a brassy female voice. Creed put the folder down and looked up. He had a huge smile on his face.
“Consuela!” Creed said gleefully, “I forgot it was Tuesday. I’m so glad to see you!”
He took in her bright red t-shirt that read “Handy Dandy Cleaning.” The v-neck shirt was straining against large, pendulant breasts. Consuela was an attractive woman, about 40ish, with long black hair pulled back with a gold banana clip. She wore large gold hoops and a few glittery necklaces. Her pretty, smooth face had full make-up of rouged cheeks and red lined lips. Her brandy-colored eyes were contoured in black liner with long spider like eyelashes. She had sharp red fingernails. Her work uniform was complete with a khaki wrap around skirt and white Keds. Her tan legs were bare and she had a small heart tattoo on her ankle that read “Caliente.”
“Meester Scott, I’m so glad to see jou.” She purred. “Have jou thought about me?” Consuela came to the side of the desk and long tan leg touched Creed’s.
“Why of course Consuela. I think of you often.” He said and smiled. He placed a hand on her leg and ran up to her thigh.”
“Oh, Meester Scott!” Consuela said passionately, and she closed her eyes and moaned as Creed’s hand hit her sweet spot, “Jou were so beezy with jour important work. I hope I’m not interrupting jou?” She said with a sexy roll of her tongue. She moaned again as Creed slid a finger inside her.
“Oh Meester Scott.” She groaned, “Jou know how to really make my body feel so good!” She bent over and Creed raised her top, exposing her breast. She wore no bra, as well as no panties. “Oh jes, jes, keess my tetas!”
Creed slipped one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Consuelo bucked on his hand and squealed as he gently bit one large nipple with his teeth. Consuela back up suddenly and got on her knees, she crawled under the desk and unzipped Creed’s pants.
“Meester Scott. Jou have grande pinga!” Consuela said breathlessly. She took his erection and engulfed it with her scarlet red lips. Creed placed his hands behind his head, leaned back and enjoyed. He closed his eyes in pleasure.
There was a quick click of the office front door and Creed turned his head to see Kevin rush in the office. Kevin ran towards his own desk and grabbed something out of a drawer. He quickly glanced at Creed sitting at Michael’s desk and waved goodbye as he headed back out.
“Forgot my wallet!” Kevin yelled on his way to the door. “Taking Amy to dinner, Bye!”
Creed grinned widely and waved with one hand. He snaked his other hand down to Consuela’s bobbing dark head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. She continued her sucking pace without breaking stride. The office front door slammed shut behind Kevin.
After a few minutes Creed pulled back. He opened the top drawer of Michael’s desk and pulled out the small box inside. Consuela smiled wickedly and took the condom that Creed procured from the box. She tore it open and placed it on her ruby lips, bent over and slipped it onto his erect penis with her open mouth.
Consuela climbed out from under the desk. Creed put his hands around her hips and pushed her onto the desktop. He entered her forcefully and she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched back. She flinched for a moment when one of Michael’s desk toys poked her spine. Creed pushed it aside and continued screwing her with all his energy.
They kissed deeply and Creed caressed her body. She dug her fingernails into Creed’s back, puncturing the cloth and scratching skin with the sharp talons. They rocked, knocking some of the desk items on the carpeted floor.
“Oh Meester Scott!” Consuela screamed, “Jes, Jes, Jes! I’m coming!” She bucked wildly and climaxed violently against him. Creed rocked and came a few seconds later. They kissed for a while and then parted. Consuela gave him a small peck on the chin and licked his neck.
“Oh Meester Scott.” She said sadly, “I weesh we could do these more often. But jou know I have mi esposo, my husband, Carlos. He ees so jealous!”
“Oh, I know Consuela.” Creed said and he gave her an understanding look, “Besides, I’m so busy working that I have no time to date.” He stroked her arm gently.
“Such a waste!” Consuela said lightly, “Jou are so much more a man than my husband. Muy macho. Jou need a good woman to take care of jou.”
“But, then I wouldn’t have time for you.” Creed said and gave her a little hug and kiss, “My little Latin tamale.”
“I know.” She sulked, “Jou are right.”
“I have to go now Meester Scott.” Consuela said, looking at the clock and pouting. “I have to go clean other offices now. Meester Boss will be looking for me soon.”
Creed kissed her and followed her to the door.
“Bye Consuela, see you next week.” Creed leered. He patted her lightly on the ass. He followed her to the entrance. She turned and gave him a kiss.
Consuela giggled and pushed her cleaning cart out the door. She swiveled and looked at him. She ran her tongue over her red lips and winked slyly. Creed winked back and locked up after she left.
Creed walked over to Michael’s office. He started humming again. He picked up the used condom and tossed it in the wastepaper basket. He turned off the computer and radio. He returned Jan’s photo and the desk toys to the desktop. He then took his condom box and locked Michael’s office behind him.
Creed walked over to his desk, sat back and turned on his computer. After locating a favorite gambling website, he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up. Creed opened the bag of pork rinds and popped one in his mouth as he opened his Root beer.
Office Sex Series - Dwight and Angela
Dwight arrived at Angela's house on time. Punctuality was a personal habit that both he and Angela prided themselves on. She answered the door and he smiled widely as he took in her soft pink skirt and tight cream colored sweater. The sweater had tiny kittens embroidered into the hem. Angela had her hair down tonight. She smiled at him approvingly and took the small spray of yellow baby roses he had brought her.
The air in Angela's house smelled of vanilla and was fresh, in spite of the four cats that roamed about freely. She had inherited the small, ranch style house from her Aunt Claudia, who had died a few years back. Aunt Claudia had raised her when Angela's parents had joined a commune in California. They spent the days of their life in peace marches and living free love. The stern Aunt had taken pity on Angela, previously named Angel Wing by her mother, Sunshine, aka Sara Jane. She had adopted Angela as her own child. She had raised Angela with the strict Christian ethics that she herself had lived by.
The living room was casual and littered with lace doilies and pale brocade fabrics. On the walls were various Anne Geddes photographs of babies decorated as roses and lilacs. Dwight closed his eyes for a second and picked up the scent of roast beef, his favorite. He gave her the roses and a small Tupperware container of stewed beets that he had made that morning. She reached up and kisses his cheek demurely.
"Hi Monkey." Dwight said sweetly.
"Hello Possum." Angela answered. She walked towards the kitchen and Dwight followed. She placed the beets in the fridge and found a vase for the flowers. After arranging the flowers she smiled up at Dwight and went to check the roast beef.
"My favorite," Dwight smiled appreciatively, "You always cook the right things."
Angela walked up to him after closing the oven door. She stood on her tip toes and reached up giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Dwight encircled her in his arms and pulled her close.
"What are we having for dessert?" Dwight leered.
"I don't know," She responded, placing her head on his chest and reaching down slowly with her hand. She felt Dwight was a little excited and that excited her as well.
"What would you like?" she asked.
"Well, I bet you still have that chocolate sauce?" He said, hoping the answered would be true. He loved when Angela brought out the chocolate sauce.
"I was kinda hoping we could play that new game." She said and she looked up at him.
Dwight's face fell slightly, but he forced the grin back on his face and answered, "I don't know, that outfit makes me feel a little...unmanly. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
Angela smiled back up at him and squeezed him through his slacks slightly. Dwight moaned.
"I really enjoyed it." She purred, "Can't we just do it one more time?"
"Ok," Dwight gave in, "But then we get the chocolate sauce."
Angela, having won this round, let Dwight go and led him into the dining room. The table was all set for dinner with her Aunt Claudia's Rose patterned china. Ash, her large grey tomcat sat in the middle of the table and sprawled over the plates. His tail was swishing as he saw them enter the room. Angela tsked disapprovingly and picked him up.
"Now Ash, you know mommy doesn't like when you lay there." She said sternly and placed him gently on the floor. Ash walked passed Dwight and stuck his tail and nose up snootily. Neither of them had a fondness for each other. Both had problems giving up Angela's attention for each other. Angela secretly adored it. She placed the vase of flowers in the center of the table as a centerpiece.
She went back into the living room with Dwight on her heels. She turned to look at him. He smiled down at her.
"Dwight, you go into the living room and I'll finish the meal. You can look at one of my magazine."
"Why don't you let me buy you a television, Angela?" Dwight asked, becoming tired of her Cat Fancy and Reader's Digests magazine.
"You know the outrageous things they're putting in television these days." She answered firmly. "I will not have that violence and smut in my home." Dwight shook his head and went into the living room.
He adjusted his pants as he sat down on the over-stuffed couch. The latex condom on his penis was starting to itch and pull at some pubic hairs. Dwight always wore a condom starting at the beginning of his dates with Angela and didn't take it off until he was back at home. His father had always emphasized the use of condoms to his boy. Women out there would trap you! The Schrutes were very virile and productive men. They had to be more cautious than normal men because they could impregnate a woman very easily. In spite of the fact that Dwight's parents could only have one child, it never dawned on Dwight that maybe this was not true. He put it down to poor genes on his mother's side.
One time an uncle had joked that he could impregnate a woman just by looking at her. 12 year-old Dwight had taken that literally and had avoided eye contact with any female, even his own mother, for almost 6 months before he learned through his cousin Mose that it wasn't true.
Angela called him into the dining room. He saw that she had the food laid out appropriately. The roast beef looked succulent with little pearl onions and thick brown gravy. There was also small dill potatoes and cream corn. His beets were in a little round dish near his plate. The only flaw that Angela had possessed so far was her dislike of beets.
Angela stood in front of the table like Vanna White and waved her hand over the meal. Dwight smiled and stated how beautiful her setting looked. This was a little dining ritual of theirs. Angela liked to pretend she was Martha Stewart, only without that immoral prison records.
Dwight held her chair out and seated her. He then took his chair directly across from her. Dwight started for the fork, but held back after Angela gave him a harsh look. He put his hands in prayer form and bowed his head. Angela proceeded to give Grace.
"Lord, please thank you for this wonderful food and the good company. Thank you for the good health of my cats and especially for enabling Sprinkle to cough out that hideous hairball." She said piously, "And please help the lost souls of those poor errant people that work at Dunder Mifflin who are surely destined for Hell's gates. Amen."
Dwight looked up and reached for his fork. Angela smiled tightly as he heaped food on his plate. It was the meat and potatoes that he wanted the most of. He had told Angela that a real man was a meat and potatoes guy. Since then she had always made sure to make them the core of her meals. They ate in silence for a second. Dwight interrupted his eating to comment.
"I saw Jim and Pam kissing in the hall today. Very unprofessional!" He said. "They seem to think that Dunder Mifflin is their private bedroom."
"That is very unprofessional!" Angela remarked, "I hope you reported it to Michael."
"I reported the transgression! Michael just laughed and called me a Peeping Tom." Dwight pouted, "He said that there should be more kissing in the office and that it would be a better place to work."
Angela looked disapprovingly, "That is so like of Michael. That place would become a regular Sodom and Gomorrah if he had anything to do with it."
"But, he just wants everyone to be happy, Monkey." Dwight answered in defense of Michael.
"Yes, but we must be productive as well," Angela inserted, "We can't have all kinds of tomfoolery happening in the office environment."
"Yes, dear," Dwight agreed.
They ate and conversed about the office employees throughout their meal. Angela complained about Kevin's onion breath that she could smell right over the glass partition that day. She had given him a box of Altoids and he had only taken one, saying they were too medicinal tasting for him. Dwight complained that someone had replaced his computer keyboard with one that had grass growing out of it like a chia pet. He was sure it was Jim and he complained about it vehemently to Toby. Their complaints and grievances filled up their dinner conversation.
When the meal was completed, Angela stood and walked over to Dwight. He sat in the chair and she pressed up against him. Her firm breasts, tightly bound, were near his face. He looked up at her face and she smiled back. She rubbed up against him.
"I'm going to clean up the table now. You go into the bedroom and prepare." She said and she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. Dwight ran his arms around her and enjoyed the softness she allowed him to feel.
"Okay, Monkey." Dwight said breathlessly as she pulled back.
"And brush your teeth. You have pearl onion residue on them." Angela demanded and she started picking up the dirty plates.
Dwight stood up and walked to Angela's bedroom. It was decorated in more soft pink. No flashy bright pink colors were to be seen. It was all soft rose and blush colors that decorated the chenille bedspread, ruffled pillows and curtains. There was a bookcase with thick volumes of Jane Austen and Barbara Cartland romances. Also littered around the room were many glass and porcelain cat figurines.
Dwight went to her white oak dresser. He reached down and unlocked the combination of the state of the arts lock on the bottom drawer. It was designated the "Special" drawer and had items that many people would never believe that Angela possessed. There was a French maid's costume and others, several pink sex toys and some lubricants. Dwight pulled out a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and a white tank top.
Dwight took off his clothes and placed his glasses carefully on the top of the dresser. He actually had very good vision, as did all Schrutes, but he liked the glasses because they gave him an air of authority. He checked placement of the latex condom, which was now snug on his penis. Angela rubbing against him had helped that. He pulled on the tight cut-off denim shorts and pulled the Tank top over his head and tucked it in. He then went into the closet and removed a pair of tan work boots that Angela kept there for this occasion. After stepping into the boots, Dwight went to the mirror and combed his hair back away from his face. He drew in his breath and puffed out his chest. He placed a rainbow pendant around his neck.
There was a small tap on the door. Dwight posed near the bed. Angela poked her head in and smiled.
"Hi There." She said flirtingly.
Dwight put his hands on his hips, puckered his lips up and said in a very lispy voice, "And, what are you doing here."
"I was looking for someone, a man, but he isn't here." She came in and he smiled slightly at her change of clothes. She had changed into a yellow baby doll nighty. Her small and firm breasts were accentuated by the cut-outs in the nipple area and Dwight could see her blond pubic hair through a cut-out in the sheer mesh panties. It took a lot of control, but he stayed in character.
"Well, I was looking for a man too, because I'm a flaming homosexual." He said flatly. He tried to swish his hand a bit, but was not very convincing.
"Oh, I don't believe you're a homosexual," she teased and walked towards him, "Maybe you just haven't found the right woman yet. What's your name?"
"Jim." Dwight blurted out.
Angela broke of character for a second, "Dwight, you can't use the name of someone we know."
"But he is the only guy I could see as being a gay," Dwight pleaded, "He is so unmanly, and I can't do Oscar."
"Pick another name." Angela demanded, raising one eyebrow in warning." Dwight surrendered.
"My name is Steve." Dwight lisped and he swished his hand against is chest.
Angela leered and reached down to feel Dwight erection. Though it had been softer during the last interaction, Angela's touch engorged the area. Dwight closed his eyes. Angela let go and walked around inspecting him.
"You know, I bet I could show you what a real man feels like." She purred.
"But, Angela If I wanted to feel what a man felt like that would make me gay wouldn't it?" Dwight again broke out of character. Angela gave him a futile look and reworded her next sentences.
"I bet I could let you feel what it's like to touch a real woman. That would make you not want men anymore." Angela said.
Dwight worked the words over in his head and decided that they would do.
"Oh, and how does a real woman feel?" He answered delicately.
"I think we are soft," she said and she took his hand and placed it on her breast. "We don't get hard, but we do get wet." She moved Dwight's hand to down to her groin and he felt her wetness. Dwight groaned and felt a slight increase in the pressure of the condom.
"Really, and tell me. What do women like in their men?" Dwight asked breathlessly. Angela reached over and pulled his talk top off, running her hands on his stomach and shoulders.
"We like them strong and virile." She answered and she pulled his head up to kiss her. Dwight felt her lips part and was lost. She backed him to the bed. He ran his hands to her breast and undid the lace string. Angela placed a knee between his legs and pressed.
"I bet if you were ever inside a woman, you would never want to be with a man again." She whispered breathlessly as he caressed between her legs and sucked on her nipples.
"But, tell me, how do I get inside of a woman?" Dwight played along, "Do I put my penis here?" He said and placed a finger in her. Angela moaned and pushed against him. Dwight lay back on the bed and Angela unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. Dwight erection stood in all its glory and Angela climbed on top thrusting herself on him and riding him hard. She rocked back and forth and threw her head forward, her silky hair brushing over Dwight's chest.
Dwight, loving this part of the role play grabbed her hips. "Oh, yes, this is nice."
Angela didn't speak but moved up and down on him as she neared climaxed. She arched her head back and closed her eyes. Dwight let the denim shorts fall to his ankles and they slid off onto the pink carpet. He grabbed the rainbow pendant, ripped it off, and threw it across the room, barely missing the orange tabby cat that watched them in fascination. Dwight then reached around and thrust into Angela.
"Tell me I'm the only one you could make love to!" Angela screamed.
"You're the only one!" Dwight answered raggedly, "The only one...Oh Monkey!"
He bucked under her until he joined her in the orgasm. They convulsed together and then Angela fell onto Dwight. She was still partially clothed in her lingerie. Dwight was totally nude.
"Oh, that was good!" Angela gasped.
"Yeah," Dwight said and held onto her warm, white skin. She didn't sweat, which was something Dwight found attractive about her. Angela didn't seem to have a sweat gland on her. He on the other hand was musky with sweat. Angela didn't seem to mind as she lay on him and exhaled.
"Monkey?" Dwight said quietly and he caressed her long blond hair.
"Yes, Possum?" Angela answered.
"Can we use the chocolate sauce next?" He asked, hoping his condom could go another round.
The air in Angela's house smelled of vanilla and was fresh, in spite of the four cats that roamed about freely. She had inherited the small, ranch style house from her Aunt Claudia, who had died a few years back. Aunt Claudia had raised her when Angela's parents had joined a commune in California. They spent the days of their life in peace marches and living free love. The stern Aunt had taken pity on Angela, previously named Angel Wing by her mother, Sunshine, aka Sara Jane. She had adopted Angela as her own child. She had raised Angela with the strict Christian ethics that she herself had lived by.
The living room was casual and littered with lace doilies and pale brocade fabrics. On the walls were various Anne Geddes photographs of babies decorated as roses and lilacs. Dwight closed his eyes for a second and picked up the scent of roast beef, his favorite. He gave her the roses and a small Tupperware container of stewed beets that he had made that morning. She reached up and kisses his cheek demurely.
"Hi Monkey." Dwight said sweetly.
"Hello Possum." Angela answered. She walked towards the kitchen and Dwight followed. She placed the beets in the fridge and found a vase for the flowers. After arranging the flowers she smiled up at Dwight and went to check the roast beef.
"My favorite," Dwight smiled appreciatively, "You always cook the right things."
Angela walked up to him after closing the oven door. She stood on her tip toes and reached up giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Dwight encircled her in his arms and pulled her close.
"What are we having for dessert?" Dwight leered.
"I don't know," She responded, placing her head on his chest and reaching down slowly with her hand. She felt Dwight was a little excited and that excited her as well.
"What would you like?" she asked.
"Well, I bet you still have that chocolate sauce?" He said, hoping the answered would be true. He loved when Angela brought out the chocolate sauce.
"I was kinda hoping we could play that new game." She said and she looked up at him.
Dwight's face fell slightly, but he forced the grin back on his face and answered, "I don't know, that outfit makes me feel a little...unmanly. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
Angela smiled back up at him and squeezed him through his slacks slightly. Dwight moaned.
"I really enjoyed it." She purred, "Can't we just do it one more time?"
"Ok," Dwight gave in, "But then we get the chocolate sauce."
Angela, having won this round, let Dwight go and led him into the dining room. The table was all set for dinner with her Aunt Claudia's Rose patterned china. Ash, her large grey tomcat sat in the middle of the table and sprawled over the plates. His tail was swishing as he saw them enter the room. Angela tsked disapprovingly and picked him up.
"Now Ash, you know mommy doesn't like when you lay there." She said sternly and placed him gently on the floor. Ash walked passed Dwight and stuck his tail and nose up snootily. Neither of them had a fondness for each other. Both had problems giving up Angela's attention for each other. Angela secretly adored it. She placed the vase of flowers in the center of the table as a centerpiece.
She went back into the living room with Dwight on her heels. She turned to look at him. He smiled down at her.
"Dwight, you go into the living room and I'll finish the meal. You can look at one of my magazine."
"Why don't you let me buy you a television, Angela?" Dwight asked, becoming tired of her Cat Fancy and Reader's Digests magazine.
"You know the outrageous things they're putting in television these days." She answered firmly. "I will not have that violence and smut in my home." Dwight shook his head and went into the living room.
He adjusted his pants as he sat down on the over-stuffed couch. The latex condom on his penis was starting to itch and pull at some pubic hairs. Dwight always wore a condom starting at the beginning of his dates with Angela and didn't take it off until he was back at home. His father had always emphasized the use of condoms to his boy. Women out there would trap you! The Schrutes were very virile and productive men. They had to be more cautious than normal men because they could impregnate a woman very easily. In spite of the fact that Dwight's parents could only have one child, it never dawned on Dwight that maybe this was not true. He put it down to poor genes on his mother's side.
One time an uncle had joked that he could impregnate a woman just by looking at her. 12 year-old Dwight had taken that literally and had avoided eye contact with any female, even his own mother, for almost 6 months before he learned through his cousin Mose that it wasn't true.
Angela called him into the dining room. He saw that she had the food laid out appropriately. The roast beef looked succulent with little pearl onions and thick brown gravy. There was also small dill potatoes and cream corn. His beets were in a little round dish near his plate. The only flaw that Angela had possessed so far was her dislike of beets.
Angela stood in front of the table like Vanna White and waved her hand over the meal. Dwight smiled and stated how beautiful her setting looked. This was a little dining ritual of theirs. Angela liked to pretend she was Martha Stewart, only without that immoral prison records.
Dwight held her chair out and seated her. He then took his chair directly across from her. Dwight started for the fork, but held back after Angela gave him a harsh look. He put his hands in prayer form and bowed his head. Angela proceeded to give Grace.
"Lord, please thank you for this wonderful food and the good company. Thank you for the good health of my cats and especially for enabling Sprinkle to cough out that hideous hairball." She said piously, "And please help the lost souls of those poor errant people that work at Dunder Mifflin who are surely destined for Hell's gates. Amen."
Dwight looked up and reached for his fork. Angela smiled tightly as he heaped food on his plate. It was the meat and potatoes that he wanted the most of. He had told Angela that a real man was a meat and potatoes guy. Since then she had always made sure to make them the core of her meals. They ate in silence for a second. Dwight interrupted his eating to comment.
"I saw Jim and Pam kissing in the hall today. Very unprofessional!" He said. "They seem to think that Dunder Mifflin is their private bedroom."
"That is very unprofessional!" Angela remarked, "I hope you reported it to Michael."
"I reported the transgression! Michael just laughed and called me a Peeping Tom." Dwight pouted, "He said that there should be more kissing in the office and that it would be a better place to work."
Angela looked disapprovingly, "That is so like of Michael. That place would become a regular Sodom and Gomorrah if he had anything to do with it."
"But, he just wants everyone to be happy, Monkey." Dwight answered in defense of Michael.
"Yes, but we must be productive as well," Angela inserted, "We can't have all kinds of tomfoolery happening in the office environment."
"Yes, dear," Dwight agreed.
They ate and conversed about the office employees throughout their meal. Angela complained about Kevin's onion breath that she could smell right over the glass partition that day. She had given him a box of Altoids and he had only taken one, saying they were too medicinal tasting for him. Dwight complained that someone had replaced his computer keyboard with one that had grass growing out of it like a chia pet. He was sure it was Jim and he complained about it vehemently to Toby. Their complaints and grievances filled up their dinner conversation.
When the meal was completed, Angela stood and walked over to Dwight. He sat in the chair and she pressed up against him. Her firm breasts, tightly bound, were near his face. He looked up at her face and she smiled back. She rubbed up against him.
"I'm going to clean up the table now. You go into the bedroom and prepare." She said and she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. Dwight ran his arms around her and enjoyed the softness she allowed him to feel.
"Okay, Monkey." Dwight said breathlessly as she pulled back.
"And brush your teeth. You have pearl onion residue on them." Angela demanded and she started picking up the dirty plates.
Dwight stood up and walked to Angela's bedroom. It was decorated in more soft pink. No flashy bright pink colors were to be seen. It was all soft rose and blush colors that decorated the chenille bedspread, ruffled pillows and curtains. There was a bookcase with thick volumes of Jane Austen and Barbara Cartland romances. Also littered around the room were many glass and porcelain cat figurines.
Dwight went to her white oak dresser. He reached down and unlocked the combination of the state of the arts lock on the bottom drawer. It was designated the "Special" drawer and had items that many people would never believe that Angela possessed. There was a French maid's costume and others, several pink sex toys and some lubricants. Dwight pulled out a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and a white tank top.
Dwight took off his clothes and placed his glasses carefully on the top of the dresser. He actually had very good vision, as did all Schrutes, but he liked the glasses because they gave him an air of authority. He checked placement of the latex condom, which was now snug on his penis. Angela rubbing against him had helped that. He pulled on the tight cut-off denim shorts and pulled the Tank top over his head and tucked it in. He then went into the closet and removed a pair of tan work boots that Angela kept there for this occasion. After stepping into the boots, Dwight went to the mirror and combed his hair back away from his face. He drew in his breath and puffed out his chest. He placed a rainbow pendant around his neck.
There was a small tap on the door. Dwight posed near the bed. Angela poked her head in and smiled.
"Hi There." She said flirtingly.
Dwight put his hands on his hips, puckered his lips up and said in a very lispy voice, "And, what are you doing here."
"I was looking for someone, a man, but he isn't here." She came in and he smiled slightly at her change of clothes. She had changed into a yellow baby doll nighty. Her small and firm breasts were accentuated by the cut-outs in the nipple area and Dwight could see her blond pubic hair through a cut-out in the sheer mesh panties. It took a lot of control, but he stayed in character.
"Well, I was looking for a man too, because I'm a flaming homosexual." He said flatly. He tried to swish his hand a bit, but was not very convincing.
"Oh, I don't believe you're a homosexual," she teased and walked towards him, "Maybe you just haven't found the right woman yet. What's your name?"
"Jim." Dwight blurted out.
Angela broke of character for a second, "Dwight, you can't use the name of someone we know."
"But he is the only guy I could see as being a gay," Dwight pleaded, "He is so unmanly, and I can't do Oscar."
"Pick another name." Angela demanded, raising one eyebrow in warning." Dwight surrendered.
"My name is Steve." Dwight lisped and he swished his hand against is chest.
Angela leered and reached down to feel Dwight erection. Though it had been softer during the last interaction, Angela's touch engorged the area. Dwight closed his eyes. Angela let go and walked around inspecting him.
"You know, I bet I could show you what a real man feels like." She purred.
"But, Angela If I wanted to feel what a man felt like that would make me gay wouldn't it?" Dwight again broke out of character. Angela gave him a futile look and reworded her next sentences.
"I bet I could let you feel what it's like to touch a real woman. That would make you not want men anymore." Angela said.
Dwight worked the words over in his head and decided that they would do.
"Oh, and how does a real woman feel?" He answered delicately.
"I think we are soft," she said and she took his hand and placed it on her breast. "We don't get hard, but we do get wet." She moved Dwight's hand to down to her groin and he felt her wetness. Dwight groaned and felt a slight increase in the pressure of the condom.
"Really, and tell me. What do women like in their men?" Dwight asked breathlessly. Angela reached over and pulled his talk top off, running her hands on his stomach and shoulders.
"We like them strong and virile." She answered and she pulled his head up to kiss her. Dwight felt her lips part and was lost. She backed him to the bed. He ran his hands to her breast and undid the lace string. Angela placed a knee between his legs and pressed.
"I bet if you were ever inside a woman, you would never want to be with a man again." She whispered breathlessly as he caressed between her legs and sucked on her nipples.
"But, tell me, how do I get inside of a woman?" Dwight played along, "Do I put my penis here?" He said and placed a finger in her. Angela moaned and pushed against him. Dwight lay back on the bed and Angela unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. Dwight erection stood in all its glory and Angela climbed on top thrusting herself on him and riding him hard. She rocked back and forth and threw her head forward, her silky hair brushing over Dwight's chest.
Dwight, loving this part of the role play grabbed her hips. "Oh, yes, this is nice."
Angela didn't speak but moved up and down on him as she neared climaxed. She arched her head back and closed her eyes. Dwight let the denim shorts fall to his ankles and they slid off onto the pink carpet. He grabbed the rainbow pendant, ripped it off, and threw it across the room, barely missing the orange tabby cat that watched them in fascination. Dwight then reached around and thrust into Angela.
"Tell me I'm the only one you could make love to!" Angela screamed.
"You're the only one!" Dwight answered raggedly, "The only one...Oh Monkey!"
He bucked under her until he joined her in the orgasm. They convulsed together and then Angela fell onto Dwight. She was still partially clothed in her lingerie. Dwight was totally nude.
"Oh, that was good!" Angela gasped.
"Yeah," Dwight said and held onto her warm, white skin. She didn't sweat, which was something Dwight found attractive about her. Angela didn't seem to have a sweat gland on her. He on the other hand was musky with sweat. Angela didn't seem to mind as she lay on him and exhaled.
"Monkey?" Dwight said quietly and he caressed her long blond hair.
"Yes, Possum?" Angela answered.
"Can we use the chocolate sauce next?" He asked, hoping his condom could go another round.
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