Exposed at the Office - Sex Stories

Exposed at the Office

... enough to get another. I'm sorry..." My voice tails off into nothing. There is a long silence. I stand still, arm outstretched, eyes on the floor in shame, unmoving. She is like a statue, staring at the remains of the Starbucks cup with incredulous eyes. The silence, the stillness, stretches out for what feels like an eternity. I can hear my blood pumping in my ears again, a rushing torrent that I wish would wash me away and end this nightmare...

When she moves, she strikes with the speed of a cobra. Her hands grip both sides of my blouse and rip it open. The remaining buttons fly off, scattering into the corners of the cubicle, one of them bouncing underneath and another going underneath the desk. I squeal, my hands flying to my chest to hold the blouse together, and she is laughing, laughing hard, hands gripping her knees as she tries to hold it together herself. I am too shocked to even cry.

"Oh my, look at you! What a picture!" Sophie cries, and her phone is in her hand again, snapping a couple more shots. "A few more for the collection!" she chuckles. I remain completely frozen, hands clutched to my chest, unable to move. Sophie's laughter subsides, and she dabs at the corners of her eyes, looking me up and down with further amusement. "Well, what are you going to do now? The meeting will be over in...ooh, five minutes. You might just have time to empty that drawer. If you're quick." And she holds up, between her thumb and forefinger, a silver key dangling from a ...

... ring.

My eyes are fixed on that key like it's a hypnotist's watch. My blouse is in tatters. My shoes are broken and stashed in a copier cupboard. But that key give me the chance to rescue my panties, my shredded stockings, and that awful picture from Mr Daniels' office. If I can do that...well, I don't know what comes next. I just need to take one step at a time...

"Please..." I beg, imploring her. "Please..."

She meets my eyes, her stare boring into mine. She stands up, and steps towards me. We are so close, we are almost touching. She is taller than me in her heels, imposing, looking down on me. Her scent is overwhelming, intoxicating, her lips shining and red, delicious. From nowhere, I imagine what it would feel like to kiss those lips, to push my tongue between them, to feel her kiss me back...where has this come from? I feel my pussy contract in response, drawn by some kind of primal pheromone from this powerful, deadly woman. I feel her hand on my hip. I can't breathe. What is she doing? She leans closer, her lips parting. Is she going to...to kiss me?

"Fetch," she whispers, and throws the key out into the office where it lands, on the floor, in Mr Daniels' doorway.

I turn, and lunge for the key, realising too late that her hand on my hip was not a sexual advance. Sophie has hold of the bow fastening my skirt at the waist, and she is not letting go. The bow unravels, as if in slow motion, and I am twisting and tumbling through the air, my skirt unwrapping ...