It is confirmed. The sounds coming from Mr. Payne's stall indicates he is indeed masturbating while fantasizing about me. I am kind of turned on right now. I mean, it's weird he is doing it at work, but to know he thinks of me like that when I'm not around ... yeah, I like it.
Mr. Payne is starting to groan with a few curse words here and there. I can feel my leg begin to cramp so I try to adjust my position. With stealth like ninja moves I manage to sit on the toilet seat and hug my knees to keep my feet from showing. I fist pump the air for my nimble awesomeness.
"That's it baby, take all I have to give you."
Damn he's making me wet. I want to just go over to his stall and swing open the door to tell him to take me right here. But I don't because it's the office bathroom, he's my boss and most importantly he has a fucking girlfriend. Oh wait, that's right she means more to him than a girlfriend!
If this is true why is he spanking the monkey while thinking of me? Now I feel sorry for Tiffany. As much as I still want to think of her as a money grabbing skank, it's awful she is dating a man who cheats on her and thinks of someone else while climbing mount baldy.
I almost want to invite her to the SWIM meets. Oh! I like that, SWIM meet. I can be so clever sometimes.
The rustling slows and then I hear, "Oh fuck! God I want to fuck you! Oh God Morgana!"
Silence. A moment later the door to the bathroom swings open and another male voice grumbles. Oh shit, Ken Brooks. No!
I can hear Mr. Payne pulling up his zipper and then a flush before he exits. Finally there is water running.
"Oh hello, Mr. Payne. Nice day we're having. Not used to seeing the sun until March. Ha. Ha." Mr. Brooks' voice comes loud and clear most likely the final words I will hear before my impending doom.
"Yup, lots of sun. I need to run. Have a bunch of paperwork to catch up on."
After the water is turned off there is some footsteps shuffling and then the door to the bathroom creaks. Just in time for the stall on the other side of me to close. There is more zipper noise, a burp, a fart, then an even longer fart and finally an "Ahhh."
What happens next I'd like to say is a miracle. I would like to say he urinates, flushes, washes his hands and then leaves, but I would be lying. He stays and poops and then shits again. Finally dumping what I can only assume is the contents of a refrigerator that's been left open for a month.
My eyes burn and I just want to curl up into the fetal position and rock myself away from this atrocious nightmare. The contents of my stomach (a partially digested everything bagel with cream cheese and coffee) begins to gurgle and beg for freedom.
After fifteen of the most repulsive minutes of my life Ken Brooks vacates the bathroom. Immediately I jump off the toilet and turn myself around in time to throw up the everything of that bagel. Weakly I walk to the sink and try to wash away the unclean, both imaginary and real.
When I finally get back to my desk I throw myself into the chair and lay my head on the table. A moment later I hear a tapping sound. Opening my eyes I see a hand pressing against the desk in front of my eyes.
"Ms. Drake."
I shoot upright and gaze hazily up to see Mr. Payne frowning at me.
"Is this how you spend your day when you think I am not in the office? Just lying around!"
My mouth refuses to open so I can only shake my head in response.
"The meetings for today got canceled, so looks like I'm going to be here the rest of the day. Come inside my office I need to go over some things with you."
He heads back towards his office door.
"What like you came inside the bathroom?" I mumble under my breath. He stops at the door frame and turns to me. Oh, God did he hear me?
"What did you say?"
"Uh ... let me just run to the bathroom first."
His brow crinkles as he nods, "Okay."
I race over to the lavatory and open it. The smell of the Brooks Bomb still pungent despite the cement wall separating the two rooms and the time lapse. I stay in the women's restroom for as long as I can stand then leave to head to Mr. Payne's office.
Taking my seat I look up into his eyes and smirk. My lips crinkle because I know. I am wise to the lust he has for me. There is a game we are playing and I hold the winning card but he has no idea I have it. This is going to be fun!
I lean back in the chair as he gazes over at me.
"Are you feeling all right, Ms. Drake? You look pale and you have a funny expression on your face."
"Oh I'm fine, Mr. Payne. One hundred percent grade A beef ... fine! In fact I think I'm a little hot. Do I look hot to you Mr. Payne?"
I pull at my blouse to fan myself and then start to unfasten a few buttons. If some of my seafoam green lace bra happens to flash him then it's totally my fault because I hold the cards! Ha! Ha!
"Ms. Drake what are you doing?" I see his hand slip down to his lap and it might just be grazing his cock. I can't be sure of that as there is a giant desk in the way, but it does look like it.
"I was in the bathroom a little while ago."
"I know you asked to use it before we had this meeting." He's shaking his head at me and smirks.