"Oh God, Drake! Why am I such an idiot around him?"
I stride over and neatly place myself in the seat that moments ago held her crush's ass cheeks. It is still warm.
"Because he's gorgeous and charming and has an ass begging to be squeezed."
Evaleen raises her head, but lays it back down on the desk, face down.
"You noticed too. I'm a smart woman with discerning tastes so I should know better than be attracted to the male slut of the year. Ugg! Well at least I don't fantasize about a total asshole like Payne."
"Hey! I am sitting here trying to make you feel better and you call out my stupid; not nice, Bechmann."
She raises her head and finally sits up, almost completely back to her usual secure self.
"I know I'm sorry. Payne is crazy sexy I will admit that. For that reason alone I understand your attraction. Let's start a club. We can call it Smart Women for Idiot Men or SWIM."
Nodding my head I stand and come to sit on the edge of her desk.
"That's really good. You just thought of that?"
Evaleen scrunches her face and shakes her head.
"Not really. The idea has been brewing for a while. But, I figured we could have a support group so to speak and meet every Thursday for cocktails."
"Oh I really like that. I'll invite Aria. She sort of qualifies. She has one night stands with idiot men. How about Grace? She's in love with Mr. Payne."
Evaleen shakes her head and frowns.
"No! No crazies allowed. I think Grace is sweet if not na?ve but she is also a bit touched. She's like a fart: funny, but best kept at a distance."
I laugh and nod. Poor Grace. I wish some guy would sweep her off her feet so she can understand healthy love. Jeez, I'm a hypocrite. Here I am judging her for liking Payne and I'm the same way.
"Perhaps she will grow out of it. I've got to get back. You want to get lunch? We can plan out where the meeting is to be held."
Looking up I see Evaleen starting to type on her keyboard as she nods. As I rise I snag my thigh highs on her desk. Nimbly I try to unhook my stockings from the wood desk, but manage to make a huge run in it.
"Yeah, we can go to the Taqueria down the block, say noon? I'll come find you."
I hobble toward the door trying to stop the tear from moving down my leg.
"Sounds good. Hey do you have any nail polish or hairspray?" I stop right before the door and glance back at Evaleen.
"No, sorry can't help."
She resumes her typing as I walk through the door. Briskly I make my way back to my desk. Once there I try my best to undo the garter from my stockings but it's stuck. Realizing I will have to hike up my skirt and bend at an odd angle to see what is going on, I decide to take my work into the bathroom.
Walking over to the ladies room I try to push open the door but it won't budge. It's a multi-stall room so it shouldn't be locked. I pound my fist on the door.
"Sorry, it's being cleaned. Come back in fifteen minutes." I hear a female voice coming from inside.
Great, in fifteen minutes the Brooks Bomb will go off and I don't want to be anywhere near here. Ken Brooks, our CFO has a regularly scheduled appointment at eleven o’clock every day with the men's bathroom to release the Kraken from his butt. My desk is conveniently located mere feet from ground zero of the fragrant destruction. I always make myself scarce from my desk while he takes his leave.
Praying no one is in the men's bathroom I slip inside and tiptoe into a stall. Bending down I don't see any feet under the metal partitions so I start to get to work. Suddenly I hear the bathroom door swing open right as I have my skirt hem gathered in the clutches of my teeth. I quickly spit out the fabric and as quietly as possible hop up on the stall begging silently that Brooks hasn't started the meeting early.
The door next to me opens and there is a distinct sound of a zipper. After some shuffling I hear a sigh. Bringing my ear close I wait for the sound of urine hitting water but what happens next shocks me more than a Brooks assault.
"Oh Morgana."
Oh. My. God. It's Mr. Payne. Jesus, he knows I'm in here, but how?
I'm about to step off the toilet when I hear more shuffling.
"God, what I want to fucking do to you, Morgana. Oh fuck, that's right put your pretty pouty lips over my cock. God I love your dirty mouth."
I freeze. If I were a cartoon my eyes would pop out of my head at least twenty feet in front of me. The rustling sound is increasing in volume as I come to the realization my boss is jacking off to me in the office bathroom.
Chapter 17 - THE Jackoff ...