For Kathy - Sex Stories

For Kathy

Mark left his bosses office, dejected and demoralised. For the second time in three years, the promotion he’d been craving had slipped through his fingers. How did they not see the value he brought, the huge order 2 months ago, the long hours? He sauntered to his desk, still struck dumb from the crushing conversation. Needlessly he moved a pen, some papers on his desk, then awoke from his anguish and picked up his coat to leave. As he made his way through the now vacated office, Kathy, the bubbly intern dashed past, with a cheery ‘night Mark’. That bitch, he thought. That stupid dumb bitch. Whats she doing heading to Kens office at this time? He turned the corner and passed through the main double doors and on down the corridor, noticing Kathys ‘room’ was still lit and open. He stopped. ‘What WAS she doing here at this time, long after everyone else had gone? He looked back. He heard the faint muffled voices back in boss Ken’s office and her silly high pitched laugh. Without computing the consequences, he bounded across the hall and slid into her room. Nik naks cluttered the desk, but the screen was still on and there in the corner was Marks answer. There was the finale to his crushing news not 5 minutes earlier. “Pop in when Mark leaves ” read the last entry on the internal communicator. The blow almost floored him, his mind was racing, but he had to leave and leave now. The rain clattered against the windscreen. Wipers on fast. As Mark weaved through traffic, he ran ...

... through all the ignored instances he’d missed. The staff golfing day, Dougs leaving party and the company sales meeting. She was there, she was near him – Ken was loving it. Fifty five year old Ken was happy for the first time since Mark joined the company. And why? She was riding him for promotion! Convinced he would shortly receive confirmation of her promotion, he hatched a plan. He’d sort this. He’d give her the thing she was giving Ken, only she wouldn’t like it! Next day he worked late. Nothing irregular there, he was Mark, he always did. ‘Company cat’ some called him. That’s right, he was loyal, dependable, honest. But that ended now. As he stared at his screen, ‘I’m pleased to announce….’ Burned into his mind. The mere thought of all those long days and for what? ‘See you Mark’ yelled Dave as he picked up his bag and left. ‘Cheers Dave’ Mark replied – not wanting to arouse suspicion. She was still here. He could make out her humming through the doorway. Tonight was just him and her. He stood and walked to the doors. Her cheap scent permeated the air. He opened one door and edged through. Her humming became intermittent singing. ‘she’d be singing in a minute alright’. He stood outside her room. Her back to him he contemplated for a second. ‘Fucking slut’ he thought’. ‘Dirty fucking whore’. ‘The classic slut mini skirt and open to the tits blouse said it all’ he thought. ‘and how he missed the high heels?’ he mused. All the signs were there. He needed to teach her a lesson. ...