Bestiality post.
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"Come on, we've got work to do. I've ordered a pizza - the guard will call me when it gets here. Until then, let's keep working. That is, unless you'd rather read the paper." He turned and walked back into the training room without looking to see if she would follow.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Lunch came and went, and by 2:30, the report was finished. He ran off two copies and they read over it, making sure there were no spelling errors or other obvious mistakes.
"It looks good," he said, dropping the report on the table. "You satisfied?" She paused before answering, knowing he was referring to her satisfaction with the report, but wanting to answer 'no' just the same.
"Yeah," she replied softly. "I guess I am. Thanks again for your help. If it weren't for you, I'd be spending all weekend here." "Don't mention it," he answered, gathering up his things. "Are you going to email it to her or leave it on her desk?"
"Both, I think. But you don't need to stay. I'm sure you have other things to do, and I can manage just fine. Thanks for lunch, too." "You're welcome. See you later." He left, the door closing softly behind him. Jamie sent the email to her boss and gathered up her files, wondering what on earth happened this morning. Sure, the reason they were there was to get the report done, but she thought maybe he'd finish what he'd started last night.
When she opened her briefcase to put the files inside, she saw something that hadn't been there earlier. She pulled it out and discovered it was her panties, with a note attached. "7:30 - my house - don't be late."
Jamie sank down into her chair, trembling. So it wasn't over after all, she mused. Perhaps it was just beginning.
What in the fuck am I doing here, she asked herself. I have got to be crazy for doing this. I'm just asking for trouble. You want him, she answered herself. You want him so badly you can taste it. Last night intrigued you more than you care to admit, but you can't deny he aroused you more than you ever thought possible.
But why, after all this time, is he suddenly doing this, she wondered. It's not like he hasn't had opportunities before. Lord knows I've given him plenty. And come to think of it, there was that one night when I was here watching a movie, when we accidentally kissed... Why not make a move then? We were both drunk, and obviously attracted to each other. Why wait until now, and ambush me in a conference room when I least expect it?
She watched the clock change to 7:28. Don't be late, his voice rang in her ears. Or what, she asked? You'll spank me? She mocked silently. Big f-ing deal. She walked up the stairs to the back door. It was ajar, so she let herself in.
She paused in the kitchen, letting her eyes become adjusted to the darkness. "Hello?" she called. "Anybody home?" Silence. She set her purse on the counter and slipped off her shoes. The late afternoon rain hadn't dried up completely, and she didn't want to get wet footprints on his new carpet. She padded softly into the living room, where she found him sitting in a club chair, nursing a scotch on the rocks. A bottle of tequila and an empty shot glass lay on the table in front of him, beside a bowl of sliced lemons and a shaker of salt. Obviously he had remembered tequila was her drink of choice.
"Help yourself," he gestured toward the tequila. "I'm not interested in drinking, but thanks anyway." Jamie looked around, unsure of whether or not to sit. The furniture was new since the last time she'd been here.