*
Brook Wargul locked the outer office door, his heart pounding in anticipation. Watching Heather the entire day, Wargul fought down his nearly debilitating desire for the woman. Since starting the affair a month ago with his office manager, he endured the monotonous daily workload with a careless attitude toward business he never experienced before. The inadvertent smiles, touches, and whisperings acted only to draw his illicit attention to each day’s ending tryst. The fact they were both safely married to inattentive partners made their pairing easy, and urgent, without worry about pressure being brought to bear making more of the affair than there was. To Wargul, it was the best of all possible worlds. He and Heather acted out their lovemaking foreplay all day long in exciting doses made all the more erotic by the presence of their coworkers. By day’s end, their desires could only be satisfied in a short, nearly violent romp, the ecstasy of release their only mutual goal.
Heather awaited Brook, sitting on the corner of his desk, her legs crossed with skirt riding upwards past her thighs. He grunted approvingly, noting her panties and bra were tossed in a ball onto an office chair. Her unbuttoned red silk top opened slightly as she hunched forward provocatively, her breasts pushing against the material. She allowed her long blonde hair to hang loosely over her cheeks, untethered from the restraining tie during the work day.
Brook moved toward her after closing his inner office door with slow deliberation. The moment before he initiated contact, acted as the catalyst each day to end their mutual foreplay, and begin the much anticipated coupling each sought release in. His hands framed her face, lips brushing together at first in gentle acknowledgement, turning into a writhing urgency, hands kneading and caressing all within reach. Heather moaned, arching to meet his busy hands.
“My God, Heather… you drove me insane today! I couldn’t think of anything else.”
Heather allowed Wargul to push her skirt up while she unbuckled his pants. “I want you inside me now! Don’t you dare come either for a few moments. Then, I’ll turn… then I’ll want it hard, fast, and final with everything you’ve got, baby!”
“Anything… anything,” Wargul whispered against her mouth.
*
“How far are you away, Muerto? John and I may have misjudged the climax of this sinful union,” Gus said.
“I anticipated it somewhat from past times we studied. I knew I’d need to avoid the cams we had gone over location for on the way to his office. I’m approaching his outer office door now.”
John sighed in relief. “Good, because I think you should enter the office now. Then move to his inner office door.”
“Believe this,” Gus added, “Wargul will not hear you open the inner door. Open it slightly, and wait for our cue. I hate to say it, but I believe you may have predicted yet another horrific moment to be logged into the El Muerto file of the sacrilegious and profane.”
“I must agree with my brother, Payaso,” John added. “It is a good thing this is not St. Valentine’s Day. Cupid would arrive to avenge this travesty you’re about to attempt.”
“Cut the comedy act!” Nick whispered, while bent to his task with a smile.
The final tumbler moved on the outer door lock as Nick pulled open the door in a quietly rapid motion as he pushed down on the door handle. He slipped inside, closing and locking the door once again, his black Nitrile gloves keeping a firm grip on the handle until the door was completely secured in place. Nick approached Wargul’s inner office door with a grin. The sounds of the office’s occupants made it plain to Nick they would not hear him open the door, even if it did make a little noise. He quickly put on his El Muerto mask, and then retrieved the syringe destined for Heather’s journey into unconsciousness. As he gripped the handle, Gus gave him a warning.
“Get the door open, and syringe in hand, Muerto. The final stage in this play is how should we describe it, John?”
“Shooting to a conclusion?”
“That’s the one,” Gus confirmed.
Nick shook his head with Gus and John chortling in his ear. He retrieved the syringe from his long coat pocket after pushing the door open slightly. Listening intently to the last stages of an energetic lovemaking session, Nick waited behind the door with patience practiced and perfected over the years, his heartbeat nearly the same as if he were eating an apple while sitting on a park bench. A distinct crescendo was reached in loud mutual gratification by its participants.
“Now, Muerto,” Gus directed.
Nick slipped inside, closing the door behind him silently. He hurried to where Wargul lay partially atop Heather’s back, panting nearly in cooing harmony with his paramour. Nick reach around Wargul’s flank, and used the syringe on Heather’s right buttock.