INTEROFFICE COMMUNICATION

Getting the account is great, but really, you’re my thrill.

Good. Meet me in the boardroom in fifteen minutes. I love you in that black suit—it’s so severe. Keep your hair up, but take your panties off. I want to fuck you. I’m going to stand close behind you, pull up your skirt, and I’m going to fuck my Managing Director. But good. How does that sound?

Pretty hot, actually.

Good. I’m going to unzip my pants, and you’ll bend over. I’ll put my hard cock inside you, nice and deep. And you’ll like it, won’t you? All nice and stiff. For you.

No doubt. From the way you’re typing...

Maybe we should never wait. Maybe we should always do it at three in the afternoon, with all the company drones working away in their little cubicles. A coffee break of a different kind.

Marcia’s got a meeting scheduled in there, you know.

The boardroom? For when?

Three. (Smile)

Forget the boardroom in 15 minutes, then. My office. Now.

Delete. Don’t leave that in your in-box, she thought. The messages disappeared. She closed the screen, and rose. Her mouth curved into a smile. She’d already put on fresh lipstick, and a mint slid against her tongue. She was wet.

Savannah Stephens Smith