5 comments/ 28480 views/ 31 favorites Office Hazards Ch. 01 By: SoraRabbit An office setting can be really conducive to crushes, sexual relationships, and sometimes even lasting romantic relationships. Something about being in close quarters, seeing someone every day breeding familiarity. I read an article years ago in a psychology magazine that likened it to Stockholm Syndrome. I thought was a pretty apt comparison. Up to the time of my life I'm about to tell you about, I had become adept at avoiding these kinds of situations. I was very careful while at work. I always suspected that it would be a mistake, and decided some fleeting pleasure wouldn't be worth finding out for sure. When I'd get offers, I would politely indicate my disinterest and move on. Oh, I had little crushes, of course. It's hard for me to not notice when a pretty woman is right in front of me. The job I had at the time was the worst in that respect. I worked in a rather big office. We designed, sold, and supported software. We had a call center that was divided into technical support and sales. There were also programmers, accountants, marketing, all that stuff. I worked in the technical support department. There were a lot of cute girls in my department, and the sales area, which was situated close by in the building. Like I said, I kept my distance from the girls, not wanting anything to jeopardize my job or make things weird. This, in itself, was different for me. Usually I didn't care. But I actually liked this job. My name is Brad, I'm in my mid-thirties, and I've had a lot of jobs. It was kind of a problem of mine. I'd get bored with whatever job I had, or mad at my boss, or whatever. Just up and quit, then go out and find something new. I'm not exaggerating—I never really thought it through. Not responsible, I know, but when I get something into my head, it's hard to talk myself out of it. I get fixated and have to follow through, even when I know it's a mistake. Before this, my longest job had been almost a year and a half. The year mark was more common for me. That would be the time when the frustration and boredom would hit and I'd start along the path that quickly led to me leaving and going somewhere else. That hadn't happened with this job, though. That was the weird thing. I found myself taking this job seriously. Seriously enough to actually get promoted. Not a huge leap, really. I just went from Technical Service Rep I to Technical Service Rep II. Got a small raise and a bunch of new job duties. The only one that's pertinent to the story is helping to train new Service reps. But I'll get to that. I wasn't sure what it was about this job that made me care enough to break out of my old habits. Was it just something about the job? Did it keep me more engaged? It sure wasn't the pay—I'd made more at the factory. Maybe my coworkers? It was an interesting environment and most of my coworkers were cool. I'd made some casual friends, which wasn't always common. And, like I mentioned, there were a lot of pretty girls there. (Always a bonus.) I refused to go after any of them, of course, but that didn't stop me from looking. Maybe I was just growing up. Getting tired of starting over every year or year and a half. Whatever it was that contributed to it, I'd been at this job for just over two years. Now here's the part that's going to make me sound like an ass, but bear with me. In order to tell this story properly, I have to give an honest representation of myself so what follows makes sense. So here goes. The flightiness I showed in my jobs also extended to my relationships. The only time I was ever dumped was by my first girlfriend in high school. With usual teenage naivety, I was convinced she would be the girl I would stay with forever, so when she ended it, I was devastated. I suppose I was a romantic back then, or as close as a teen boy could get. But that event effectively squashed that trait. I'm telling you this because I'm convinced that's what shaped my lifelong approach to relationships. I got over it, of course, and moved on, but I was different after. I would date someone for a few months, then end it before she could. Even if she showed no signs of wanting things to end, I would still break up with her. My longest adult relationship was about ten months. Oh, there were always reasons. I'd get bored by her. She would start annoying me. The sex would grow routine. She'd become way more serious about the whole thing than I was. I was full of excuses, but what it came down to was that I wasn't willing to put in the work a lasting relationship requires. See? I sound like an ass just trying to explain it. I swear I was at least nice about breaking up. I tried to cushion the blow, never went for one last screw beforehand. (That seemed sleazy and unfair to me.) Never, ever cheated. I would wait until a relationship was dissolved before moving on to someone else. It was one of my strict rules. (Not that I consider myself a moral guy, but we all need rules.) At the time of this story, I'd been single for about a year. After the last girlfriend (the one that lasted ten months) I decided to take a break. I found I liked being single much more than the continuing pattern of short-term relationships. It was nice to be able to call all the shots in my life, not answer to anyone. (Not that I ever really did, but you know what I mean.) I didn't feel at the time that relationships were worth the trouble. Sure, I missed the companionship and the sex, but I wasn't one to have one-night stands or crawl the bars. It wasn't lack of confidence, far from it. I'm secure enough in myself to approach women when they catch my eye. It was just that the idea of anonymous sex didn't appeal to me. Never had. Don't get me wrong—I'd put out on the first date. But there did have to be a date, at least. So I was kind of pent up. (Not making excuses.) My life was mostly just work and hanging out at home. Sometimes hitting the bar on Friday night with my coworkers. I'd fallen into a routine, which wasn't the norm for me. Okay, enough background. If I've forgotten anything, I'll elaborate as I go on. It's time to tell you about the girls that broke through my newfound responsibility and routine. Yes, that's right—girls in plural. There were two of them. The first girl was named Brianna. She was a pretty young blonde who worked in the sales department. And by young, I mean it—she was barely twenty-one, with a maturity level and penchant for drama that reflected it. I first met her when I went to my coworker Jenny's desk to get an answer to a question for a customer. Her and Brianna were engaged in what looked like a serious argument about the younger girl's job duties. Jenny outranked her and was in charge of her training and discipline, despite not being a supervisor. From what little I heard of the argument, Brianna sounded really bitchy and petulant. She was coming across as spoiled and entitled. I instantly disliked her. Of course part of that was probably because Jenny was really nice to everyone and I'd always liked her. Even though I was turned off by Brianna's attitude and how she was acting, I was turned on by her body. She was wearing black tights and a low-cut sleeveless blouse that showcased her vast cleavage. Her breasts were really big. Not like unnaturally enhanced big, just the kind that caught a guy's attention. (I don't know anything about cup sizes. Just more than a handful.) She had a slight tan and her long straight hair was blonde with just the hint of dark roots. Clearly a dye job, but it looked good on her. She was my height, I'd say five foot eleven. Her belly wasn't flat, but not big either—just nicely curved. Her thighs were thick, her bottom full—both assets very well displayed in her snug tights. Standing across from Jenny, she looked even hotter. Not to say there was anything wrong with Jenny. She's just never been to my taste, physically. She was taller than me and too thin, wiry. Brianna seemed athletic, but not in the way Jenny was. Jenny was a jogger, all lean muscle and sculpted calves. Jenny was cute, but not what I'd call beautiful. This new girl, however, was very sexy. Jenny noticed me and I hurriedly turned to her, acting like I hadn't just been checking out the other girl's body. She rushed to help me—I suspected she was using me as an excuse to get rid of Brianna and end their argument early. I was happy to help. The younger girl slinked away back to her desk, only sparing me a quick glance as she went. She was wearing a sulky look. Her nose was a little big for her face, her squinty brown eyes topped by thin, naturally arched brows. Even if I hadn't heard her whining, I would have said "brat" just from her face. After I got my answer from Jenny I went back to my customer and continued my day, already forgetting about the sexy blonde. But then, maybe an hour later she materialized at my desk while I was in between calls. "Oh, hello," I said, surprised to see her. I changed my phone's status so I wouldn't get a call before I knew what she wanted. "Hey. I'm Brianna," she said in a wavery, slightly husky voice. She was holding up one hand in greeting, leaning casually against the wall of my cubicle. "Nice to meet you. I'm Brad," I said back, still wondering why she was at my desk. "It's quiet over here," she said, looking around my area curiously. Her eyes were a dark brown and half-lidded, giving her a relaxed look. While she was distracted and looking around, I let my eyes travel over her again, taking in her tight, feminine body. My eyes jumped up to hers as she focused back on me. "Sorry to bother you. I just had to get up from my desk. It gets so boring sitting in one place all day! I'm not used to it." I nodded. "I have the same problem. Sometimes I have to log out of my phone and wander around." Around that time my supervisor was giving me a dirty look from where she was standing in her open office door across the room. Worried, I rushed to take another call, telling Brianna that I had to get back to work. She lingered in my cubicle for a little while longer before wandering away. That first exchange started a pattern of visits, small talk in the break room, and near-constant instant message exchanges. (We have an instant message program that we use at work. It was supposed to only be for work-related things, but everyone abused it.) We quickly became casual friends. I wasn't sure why she wanted to talk with me so much; I figured she was just bored. Also it gave me a distraction to help me get through my day. Work, even though I liked it, could get tedious without something to break up the monotony. A hot young blonde who was obvious in her interest fit that bill. After a couple of weeks of this, I got my first red flag. I was walking into the break room to get some coffee and both Jenny and Brianna were in there. Brianna stopped me to talk. Jenny interrupted with, "So how's your fiancée been doing?" Brianna went red-faced and stiffly said, "He's fine. Working a lot of overtime." "Have you two set a date yet?" Jenny pressed. She glanced at me and I could tell she was doing this for my benefit. I looked down at Brianna's left hand and saw the ring. She wore one on each hand, the right one set with a blue jewel. But the one on her left, now that I was actually looking at it, did look like an engagement ring. There was a small stone on it. A diamond, maybe? I must have overlooked it before, thinking it was just another ring. "I should get back to my desk," I muttered, rushing off without my coffee. Brianna called after me, but I didn't stop. I ignored her messages for the rest of the day. She came by my desk once but I was on a call and didn't even look up. It wasn't that she had a fiancée—I was fine with that. I only wanted to be friends with her, after all. There was no way I was going to do anything with someone I worked with. My problem was that in the over two weeks that I'd known her, her relationship hadn't come up at all. In my experience, girls in relationships make a point to bring it up often. (Some girls in every conversation.) The fact that she hadn't mentioned him even once struck me as shady. It bordered on lying. And I was pretty sure she had been flirting with me. It wasn't anything overt, and I didn't realize it was happening at first. Complimenting me on my hair, asking me if I'd been working out. One morning when I'd shaved she said I looked cuter with stubble. I helped her with a problem she was having with her work computer and she gushed about how smart I was. Laughing too loud at my jokes, tossing her hair and making excuses to touch me . . . all little things, but went put together they seemed to indicate flirtation. After finding out she was engaged, I kept my distance for a few days. She kept messaging me, dropping by my desk more often. I had to get short with her a couple of times. Tell her I was busy, gesture for her to go away when I was on the phone. I didn't bring up why, not right away. I used my boss as an excuse a few times, which was accurate. My supervisor, Allison, glared at us every time Brianna came by. I knew I'd getting a talking-to if Brianna kept coming by. Allison's office was the last place any of us wanted to visit. Everyone knew about her "after work talks". No one who had been called into her office after working hours ever spoke of it. So of course we all assumed the worst. However, it proved to be hard to shake the girl. Brianna was persistent. She finally cornered me after work one night. When I left to go to my car, she was leaning against the driver's side door. "Why have you been ignoring me?" she demanded as soon as I approached her. I looked around nervously, but no one seemed to be in earshot. Irritated, I went around to the passenger's side, replying with, "Because you were flirting with me. I'm leery of girls who flirt with other guys when they're getting married." She recoiled at my terse tone but recovered quickly. She spat back, "I wasn't flirting with you! We were just talking." "Riiight," I said, using my key fob to unlock my doors. I reached for the passenger side door. Seeing what I was doing, her demeanor changed quickly. The scowl disappeared from her face and she rushed around to the passenger's side. Once she was within reach she grabbed my arm and said, "Wait Brad. Please don't go. Let's talk. I'm sorry!" Sighing, I pulled the door open and gestured for her to get in. She did, and I went around to the driver's side. I slid in and cracked the windows. Resigned, I said, "Okay. Start with why you didn't mention your relationship." "I'm sorry. I really like you and I thought you'd stop talking to me. Some guys do when they find out I'm engaged." She actually did look sorry and sounded sincere, and I found myself softening. Maybe she was being honest now. "I'm not like that. I wouldn't have tried anything anyway. It just seemed weird that you didn't mention it. If we're going to be friends, you should be honest." Brianna nodded. "I will from now on. I promise." Now that things seemed to be settled, we talked a little longer, mostly about how her job was going. She also asked about my supervisor. "I don't think she likes me," she said. "Oh, she doesn't like anyone," I said, dismissively. Allison was harsh, firm, and strict. I never butted heads with her because I tried my best to stick to the rules, but I heard a lot from my coworkers. The general consensus was that she was a ruthless bitch. "Am I getting you in trouble by coming to your desk?" "Not yet, but you will," I told her. "Allison is the kind of person who would punish me first and ask questions later." "Oh. Well I don't want to get you in trouble," she said. "Maybe we should text instead?" And that's how she ended up with my phone number. It seemed like an innocent and normal thing at the time, but looking back, that's what changed everything. To her credit, she didn't overuse it at first, only texting me a couple of times a day. After a while, that became our main method of communicating, and her visits to my desk stopped. During this phase in our friendship, the second girl entered the picture. Her name was Danielle. She was in her mid-twenties and very pretty. She had light brown hair, big bright blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and a shy demeanor. She was hired onto my department, and my boss tasked me with mentoring her. This was a way to train the reps on the phones after their initial training was completed. I'd trained a couple of the newer reps in this way, and it was no big deal. I liked it, actually. It gave me something different to do for a couple weeks, time off the phones, and a sense of accomplishment once it was done and they were doing a good job on their own calls. I was more excited than usual for this particular training job, because as I mentioned, Danielle was pretty. She had a similar body type to Brianna, but a little less fit, a little more curvy. She was also a few inches shorter, broader in the shoulders and hips. She had fuller thighs, a rounder bottom. Both girls were sexy in their own ways, but Danielle seemed more natural. Like she didn't have to try as hard. The other thing that turned me on about her was her shyness. (Shy girls are hot.) Her voice was soft, feminine. She didn't say much, was very agreeable as I trained her, and seemed very unsure of herself. This concerned me, because meekness usually doesn't translate well to phone work. I hoped she would work out, though, because we needed the help and because I liked her. So I did all I could to help her grow comfortable with the phone and controlling the flow of her calls. Aside from the occasional jeans and tee shirts, Danielle tended to wear dresses and skirts. They came to just above her knees, so when she sat I was treated to a nice view of her sexy legs. She also showed cleavage quite often—not in the attention-grabbing way Brianna did, but noticeable. It was hard to keep my eyes from crawling over her ample bust whenever I was in her cubicle. I managed, though. I would sneak glances and do my best to keep from staring. I didn't want to make the poor girl more uncomfortable than she already was. She was nervous about taking calls alone, her ability to retain the information given to her in training, what she'd do the first time a customer yelled at her . . . pretty much every aspect of her job worried her. But she paid close attention to all my suggestions and advice, her sweet face showing her concentration, her lovely blue eyes fixed on mine. It was during the second week of my training that I started realizing she was looking at me a little more intently than before. Her giggle, which had been a small, nervous sound, started to get louder. She started talking more often and sometimes while she was talking to me, she'd touch my arm. Little things like that made me wonder if she was getting a crush on me. The Monday morning after the second week I decided to set her loose on the phones by herself. Her calls had improved, her phone voice had become confident. I figured she was ready. When I stepped into her cubicle to tell her, she turned her chair to face me and I was stunned to silence for a moment. Over the weekend she'd dyed her hair, putting in red highlights. The effect of the sharp red amidst the light brown was very striking. The dress she was wearing was one I hadn't seen before, and looked new. It was shorter and more low-cut than I was used to seeing on her. Not to the point of being work-inappropriate, but certainly not as low-key and demure as her usual attire. Much more of her sexy legs were exposed, as well as an ample amount of cleavage. She had gone from cute to utterly beautiful, and it hadn't taken much for her to attain that level. I found myself almost stammering as I started talking. I soon got myself under control and managed to give her the good news. Once the reps go solo, they get a raise and their training is officially over. When I told her I was signing off on her, she jumped up and clapped, giving a little cheer. Then, to my shock, she threw her arms around me for a brief hug. Office Hazards Ch. 01 If I hadn't been developing a crush on Danielle before, I would have fallen just from the hug. The moment I had her soft, womanly body pressed against mine I could no longer deny I wanted her. After the hug she pulled back and dropped her face, blushing madly. "Sorry," she said softly. "I just got excited." "Hey, it's fine," I told her warmly. I wanted to ask her to do it again, but instead I said, "It's good news, so your reaction was normal. I'll let you get on the phones as soon as you're ready. If you have any problems let me know. Keep up the good work." She gave me a wide, sunny smile at that, her white teeth flashing at me. She looked very happy, and it made me happy to know I'd had a hand in that. I couldn't get my mind off her for the rest of the day, and that worried me. The fact that she kept coming to ask me questions didn't help at all. Thankfully I had a distraction after work in the form of Brianna. The fact that I was grateful to be distracted from one girl by another one shows just how worried I was over my sudden unwanted crush. Brianna came by my desk as I was finishing my last call. No more calls were coming in, so it looked like I could leave at a decent time for a change. That day she was wearing tight jeans and a top with thin straps—against the dress code, I suspected, but she had a zip-up hoodie draped over one arm, so she probably stayed covered during working hours. Now she was bared, showing off the smooth tanned skin on her shoulders and arms. Her top was tight, accentuating her nice breasts, the tops of which were jiggling as she cocked her hip. No bra strap was showing and I could see the clear indent of her nipples. She had a knowing look on her face, a teasing look that made it obvious she knew I was turned on by her body. As soon as she appeared, all the thoughts of Danielle that I'd been plagued by throughout the day were banished. Brianna looked extra sexy that afternoon and I had the sudden overpowering urge to jump her. "How was your day?" she asked, puffing out her chest, that knowing look still on her face. "Oh, it was . . . good," I said, trying to get a handle on my arousal. Right then, Danielle walked by. She grabbed my shoulder lightly and beamed at me. "My first day alone went great! Thank you for all your help Brad!" "Glad to hear it," I told her as she walked away. I turned back to Brianna, finding her demeanor had completely changed. Her thin eyebrows were knitted together, her lips slightly pursed. Both hands were on her hips now instead of just the one. "Who was that?" she asked, icily. Jealousy? Over someone who was just a friend? This was my next red flag, but at the moment it just flared up my irritation. "That's Danielle. I just got done training her." I finished shutting down my computer and grabbed my things, wishing I was anywhere but in my cubicle dealing with Brianna's bizarre mood shift. She trailed after me as I left, complaining. "She seemed awfully familiar with you," she griped. "Her hair is stupid," she added under her breath. "She's a friend," I said. Then, realizing it sounded like I was justifying when there was no logical need to, I added, "You know . . . like you." I glanced at her sidelong to see her reaction. She flinched, which was strangely satisfying. Not wanting to give her time to recover, as I held the door open for her, I demanded, "Was there something you wanted?" Normally I'm not a rude guy, but this girl was starting to weird me out and I figured it would be best to keep her at arm's length. "I just came by to say hey," she said, sounding affronted. "Well, you said it," I told her, irritably, unlocking my car door. "I've got to go." She stormed off with a huffing sound and I was able to go home. I was still irritated, and confused by her reaction. Why would this girl (who was engaged, remember) be jealous of Danielle? Especially after witnessing such a brief and innocent exchange? All she had been doing was thanking me for my help. There was only one conclusion I could draw . . . Brianna wasn't being straight with me and she actually was interested. At any rate, the way she'd acted that afternoon made me decide to go back to avoiding her. That night, as I relaxed with a couple of beers in front of the TV, I got a text chime on my phone. I glanced at it and the small photo on my lock screen looked like hands clutching boobs. Confused, I pulled up the photo and sure enough, it was a pair of big, sexy tits with a girl's hands clutching them, holding them up and together, covering the nipples. What the hell? My eyes flicked up to see who the text had come from, and it was Brianna. Even more confused, I tapped out a quick text asking why she'd sent it. She quickly sent back some BS response about sending it to the wrong person. It was meant for her fiancée, she said. I didn't buy it. I also didn't respond. I downed a couple more beers, plagued by worry. The revealing photo seemed an obvious ply for attention. This was getting out of hand. Around midnight I went to bed, pushing away all thoughts of Brianna and her amazing tits. What came in to the vacuum those thoughts left was Danielle and the hug we'd shared earlier. I remembered what she'd looked like that morning, how she'd felt with her soft warm body pressed closely against mine. It had been a personal hug, showing her gratitude for my help. I felt myself stirring down below and threw the covers off of me. Usually I sleep in my boxer shorts (unless I have someone in bed with me) and I impatiently pulled them down. I knew there was no way I'd be able to sleep until I got off, so I took my rock hard cock in my hand and started jerking off. I didn't take it slow—I just needed to cum so I could sleep. To help me along, I closed my eyes and brought the memory of the hug back up. The memory became a fantasy . . . one that played out in a different way. In my fantasy the hug became a kiss, Danielle's blue eyes widening in surprise as my tongue slipped into her mouth and my hands reached up to cup her round breasts. She kissed back, purring a low moan as I yanked down the top of her dress to bare her tits. (In my fantasy she wasn't wearing a bra.) I imagined kissing down her neck to her breasts, hearing her moan getting louder. I reached around to grip the bulge of her ass, kneading her soft cheeks. She suddenly turned and flipped her skirt up, showing that she wasn't wearing panties either. My hand pumping faster, I pictured what her ass would look like, my sexy coworker parting her legs and exposing her waiting pussy to me. She would be wet already, looking back at me and begging me with her eyes to fuck her, to do it now. A small groan escaped me as I fantasized plunging into her, grabbing her wide hips and thrusting in until my stomach was against her soft ass cheeks. It wasn't too far into this stage of the fantasy that I felt myself getting close, my balls tightening in anticipation of my orgasm. But then things changed. Danielle looked over her shoulder again and she was Brianna now, giving me that sly look she gave earlier when she caught me checking out her tits. I tried to regain control over the fantasy, to get Danielle back, but I was already past the point of no return, my cock stiffening even more as my spasms started. I moaned and sprayed my load of hot cum. The first spurt hit my upper chest, the rest lower, onto my heaving stomach. I lay there for a minute, sticky hand still clutching my twitching cock, coming down from the high of orgasm. Then with a heavy sigh I went to clean myself off. It was a good cum and I was feeling drowsy, so I knew I would be able to sleep now. I was a little disgusted at myself for letting Brianna invade my fantasy. Thinking about either of them while jacking off seemed wrong, but Brianna especially. Where had that even come from? The girl must have been messing with my head more than I realized. Brianna didn't text again until midway through the next day, when she just asked if I was mad. I responded with a simple "no", sticking to my plan of avoiding her until she lost interest. I had no idea at the time that my plan of ignoring her was only making things worse. Over the next week I got a couple more "accidental" texts. Words this time, explicit sexts that she was quick to explain away as mistakenly sent. At work she would walk by my desk slowly, like she was trying to get my attention. She showed up to follow me to my car a couple of times after work, but I ignored her, leaving without a word. It got worse that Saturday night when Brianna drunk dialed me. It didn't help that I was drunk that night myself. If I had been sober, I'd like to think I would have hung up. The conversation was a blur, even while it was happening. It was one in the morning and my head was fuzzy. She seemed to be fluctuating between being upset and being a goofy drunk. After several minutes I gathered that she'd broken up with her fiancée. She seemed a little upset, but not as much as I would have expected from someone who'd been serious enough to be engaged. When she got hard to understand, I suggested she turn off her phone and go to sleep. She could text me the next day if she still needed to talk. She agreed and the call ended. But, as I was getting ready for bed, I got another photo. In this one she wasn't covering her tits. They were as mouth-watering as the previous photo had suggested—big and round, firm creamy flesh, her areolas and nipples a brown that contrasted with the lighter skin of her breasts. Looking at them I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to grab those beautiful tits, groping them. I had the wild urge to squeeze those soft globes and nibble on her protruding nipples. Needless to say, I again couldn't get to sleep until I jerked off. Not wanting to make things worse, I put Brianna out of my mind and tried the Danielle fantasy again. It started the same way but I took more control in it this time, guiding her hand down to my engorged prick, leading the pace at which she jerked me off. Then I lifted her enough to sit her on the edge of her desk, spreading her legs and thrusting inside, fucking her just like that. I could almost feel her soft thighs on either side of me, her wet pussy as I drove into her. I reached around and gripped her fleshy ass, pulling her to me even as I continued thrusting. I was close to cumming when again Brianna took her place. In the fantasy I fucked her harder, outside it I matched the increased pace with my hand stroking my cock. I came hard, wiped myself with the shirt next to my bed and lay down. Afterwards I was able to drift off into a troubled sleep. I woke up horny. Before I even got out of bed I jerked off again, this time not even trying to imagine Danielle. In this fantasy, Brianna was on top of me, riding me hard. She looked down at me with lust in her dark eyes, her big tits bouncing wildly. I came faster than usual, spraying my load all over my chest and stomach. After, I went straight to the shower. There wasn't a text or call from her that day, and I figured it was for the best. I decided I wouldn't acknowledge the unrequested nude she'd sent the prior night. I knew I was moving into shaky territory, and it was better not to encourage her more than I already had. She could easily mistake me being nice for something more. What would happen the next day hung over my Sunday like a dark cloud. I dreaded returning to work. Maybe completely ignoring her wasn't the best way to handle things, but I couldn't think of another way. By afternoon the obvious answer came to me. I'd have to confront her, tell her straight out that I wasn't interested. That I never fooled around with coworkers. That nothing was going to happen between us. But every time I psyched myself up for this confrontation, I found myself bringing up the latest photo. (I'd saved it in my phone, which in itself threw doubt at my intentions.) Looking at those perfect boobs, thinking about how willing she seemed to be . . . I had to wonder if she flat out asked me to fuck her, would I really be able to say no? That was why I eventually decided to do it by text. I usually preferred face to face interaction, but this seemed safer. Sneaking my phone out between calls, I told her that she was making me uncomfortable and that we needed to just be friends. I felt like a complete coward handling it by text, but I knew that doing it in person wouldn't turn out right. I didn't dare face her. Not after having jerked off to thoughts of her three times. I'd only end up imagining what she looked like under her clothes. Wondering if my fantasies would match up to the reality of actually fucking her. My resolve would waver. I didn't have enough faith in my willpower. Like I said, it had been a long time since I'd been with a woman, and I was increasingly feeling that ache. Brianna was amplifying it more and more the longer I knew her. She texted back not long after, saying she didn't mean anything by it. She didn't mean to send the topless photo, she was drunk and upset. She didn't want to lose my friendship, please forgive her, on and on. To my one lengthy text, she sent ten apologizing. Looking back, I can now identify that she was just telling me what I wanted to hear. At the time, though, I bought it all. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to avoid her or be tempted anymore. The lust could fade and things could get back to normal. At the end of the day, she texted me asking for a ride to work the next morning. Her car was dead and she was having her dad look at it. She was afraid to take the day off because she was already in trouble for her attendance. In the interest of being a good friend, I agreed and she sent me her address. The next morning I idled at the curb outside her apartment building. Brianna came out in a skirt and a v-neck top, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. I tried not to watch as she walked to my car—her breasts swaying, her toned legs moving under the mid-thigh skirt. She looked good . . . I could feel the temptation surging back. Her skirt pulled up quite high as she sat in my passenger seat. I noted that she didn't pull it back down. "Thank you soooo much for this, Brad!" she gushed. "Not a problem," I told her as we headed for work. "I'm happy to be your chauffeur for the day. I assume you'll need a ride home after work too?" "Yeah, that would be great!" she replied. We made small-talk on the short drive. Her place was actually just a short way off course from my usual route. She seemed to be in an extra good mood that morning. She was very complimentary of me. At one point after I said something about the technical aspect of my job, she said, "You're sooo smart! You're, like, the smartest guy I know." "No," I argued, "I just have a good vocabulary. I fake it with big words. I'm as dumb as everyone else." "Oh, I doubt that!" she insisted. The compliment had been unprovoked and it felt strange to have someone admire me. I chalked it up to her youth. Still, the fact that she was going out of her way to compliment me out of nowhere made me wonder if she'd been sincere about her motivations. I decided I was overthinking things. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. She'd said she wasn't after me, after all. Work went as usual. Danielle stopped by my desk after lunch and asked me a few work-related questions. She was dressed more conservatively that day, in a tee shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. She started to walk away before stopping. "Oh! That Jared guy invited me to the bar. He said you guys do that sometimes?" "Oh yeah. You going?" I asked. I hadn't thought to invite her, since she was still new. Occasionally several of the reps and I went for drinks at a nearby bar to celebrate the start of the weekend. "Yeah. For one drink at least," she said, then added, "Will I see you there?" "I'll be there," I told her. "Maybe I could get you a drink." "I'd like that," she replied with a sweet smile. After the shift ended, Brianna came by my desk to wait for me to finish up my last call so I could drive her home. I was more than a little distracted by her, since she decided to sit on the edge of my desk as she waited. As she slowly crossed her legs I got a glimpse of lacy pink panties. I hastily looked back at my computer screen, but the damage was already done- I lost my train of thought and started stammering. While I regained control of myself, I could hear her snickering softly from her perch. Once the call was over, I hastened out the door, Brianna jogging to keep up with me. The small amount added to my paycheck didn't make staying late worth it. And being teased and embarrassed by my young blonde coworker only made my mood worse. "What's the rush?" she asked. "Ready to go home. It's been a long day," I told her. 'And if I don't get home fast,' I added silently, 'I'm going to do something stupid.' "It didn't help, having me keep you company?" she asked teasingly, slipping into the passenger seat. I sighed and started my car, not answering. I kept my eyes on the road the entire way home, having noticed that when she got in, she let her skirt ride up even higher than she had that morning. I parried her every attempt at conversation, not wanting to get drawn into anything that would delay my escape. I planned to get home, jerk off to clear my head, and shut off my phone for the night. And that's just what I did. But before I could get my phone powered down, I got a text from Brianna, asking if I could give her a ride again the next day. "I'll bet you want a ride," I grumbled to myself. But despite my reservations, I texted her back, agreeing. What excuse could I use, since I'd already done it once? After hitting send I shut off my phone and proceeded to get drunk. I thought through the situation as I drank. I let myself weigh my options. The most apparent option was to give in and fuck her. Get it over with. Or I could cut off all contact with her, hope she got the hint. The direct approach hadn't worked. I knew sex was the worst plan. It wasn't just because she was a coworker, although that was a big part of my hesitation. It was also because she was young, prone to jealousy, and her advances reeked of desperation. (She'd sent me pics of her tits and flashed her panties . . . I didn't know what else to call that.) I couldn't continue to entertain the possibility of having sex with her after how she'd acted when she saw Danielle touch my shoulder. Who knew how she'd get after adding sex into the equation? Everything added up to one inescapable conclusion—Brianna was a mistake waiting to happen. Still, the next day I dutifully idled at the curb outside her place. She came out in tights like she'd worn the first time I saw her, and another bust-flattering top that exposed a huge amount of cleavage. My eyes lingered over her obvious feminine assets, and she smiled at me smugly, seeing where my eyes were. Once she was in my car I redirected my full attention to the road, angry at myself for leering at her. I once prided myself on my strength and willpower. Brianna was not just chipping away at it—she was disintegrating it. "I won't need you to give me a ride tomorrow," she said as we arrived in the parking lot. "My dad fixed my car for me." "Well that's good," I told her. "Works for me." "Got any big plans this weekend?" she asked. "Well, Danielle asked if I was coming to the bar tomorrow after work." "She did?" Brianna asked. I picked up on a slight edge to her voice. "Yeah. A bunch of the support reps are going to the bar. We do that sometimes." "Really?" she asked, perking up. "That sounds like fun! What bar?" I instantly regretted mentioning it. I wondered if she was going to show up. We usually only bothered to invite the reps from the technical support area, but sometimes sales reps came by too. It was a casual thing after all. "The one a couple blocks from work. By the gas station." I glanced at her and she was looking at me expectantly. She was waiting for me to invite her. "You could come along, if you want," I suggested. I hoped she'd say no. I had gotten a sample of drunk Brianna the night she'd called me, and I imagined in person she would be much more difficult to deal with. And she had gotten catty about Danielle once already. Office Hazards Ch. 01 She quickly agreed and chattered on all the way into the building, going on about how glad she was that we were friends and how nice I was for driving her and how sweet I was to invite her out. She didn't seem to mind that I wasn't responding to any of it. She lingered at my desk for a moment and then said, "I'll buy you a drink tomorrow." The promise was followed by a small smile and a flick of her eyes downward. She sounded way too flirty, and had effortlessly made getting a drink together sound suggestive. I was distracted the entire day wondering what Friday would bring. The drive home was full of tension as she chatted about work, her ex, seemingly whatever came to mind. I again didn't talk much, but she talked enough for both of us. The next day my distraction was worse. I admit, by this stage I was beyond tempted. I kept thinking back to when she'd flashed her panties, the nudes she'd sent. She was sending signals, but wouldn't own up to any of them. I wondered, just how bad would it be if I gave in and gave her what she wanted? There were always rumors going around the office—who had hooked up with who and how often. It seemed to be pretty common, and it didn't seem to affect anyone negatively. That afternoon I ran into my coworker Dennis in the copy room. I decided to ask him for advice, since it was a well-known rumor that he'd had sex with a coworker. "I wouldn't advise it," Dennis told me. "It doesn't always turn out well. Things can get awkward. Worked for me, but I'm the exception, not the rule." "Yeah?" I pressed. "Who was it?" "I'm not gonna tell," he said, looking around to make sure no one was listening in. "I'll just say her and I are still friends. But I've talked with other people, guys and girls, who say things got weird after. Proceed with caution, man." It turned out that night I got stuck on a late call. I watched jealously as my coworkers filed out, happy and chatting, on the way to get drinks. After a few minutes, Brianna came by, as I expected she would. She was in a dress again that day—another shorter one that came to mid-thigh. I wondered when HR would get around to talking to her about her attire. Our dress code was casual, but there were rules of professionalism. They were pretty lax about enforcing the dress code, but sometimes they cracked down. Brianna went to sit on the edge of my desk like last time and I got another show. But this time she didn't cross her legs. And this time she wasn't wearing panties. I'm sure my jaw dropped open—I was grateful that I wasn't in the middle of a sentence like the last time she'd flashed me. There I was, face to face with my young coworker's fully shaved snatch . . . she wanted me to get a good, long look, so she left her legs parted. I could even see the little knob of her clitoris at the top of her gash. I tore my eyes from the sexy sight to her face and she was looking at me with an arched eyebrow and a crooked grin. I quickly averted my eyes and continued with my call. I was glad my customer's problem was a complicated one. I didn't want to deal with whatever was going to happen when I hung up the phone. After a couple of painfully long minutes where my willpower was severely tested, Brianna silently got up and left. I breathed a sigh of relief while simultaneously feeling disappointed. What would be so wrong about it, I wondered. Sure, there would be fallout, but I could deal with it when it hit. I shook myself. What was wrong with me? Everything in me was arguing that fucking my coworker would be a terrible mistake that I would regret forever, but it felt like I was trying to talk myself into it! Part of it was surely the fact that I had been alone for so long. If I had a way to blow off steam that wasn't my own hand, maybe I could be stronger against her advances. Another factor was probably that I was flattered at her interest. She was making no secret of the fact that she wanted me. And the girl was barely 21 while I was in my 30s. Having such a young, desirable woman interested in me at all made me feel pretty good about myself. I suspected the age difference was part of the attraction for her, too. She made a point to mention it frequently. Whatever the reasons, when I finally ended my call an hour after she left, I felt at once like I'd dodged a bullet and missed out on a hot and memorable experience. I hated being confused; it wasn't a common experience for me. Usually I knew what I wanted and what was good for me. Ever since laying eyes on Brianna I had been confused and conflicted. It made me feel lost. However, Brianna continued to be full of surprises. When I got to my car, I found her leaning unsteadily against it. She'd clearly been drinking. She looked up at me with a hungry look and at that moment I knew that I was about to make the mistake I'd been trying to avoid for months. I froze in my tracks, caught in the piercing gaze of my sexy young coworker. Her face clearly showed two things—she was drunk and she was horny. I surmised she'd gone to the bar, drank a bit, and then had come back to ambush me. Either she was a lightweight or she'd drank quickly—I'd seen her only an hour before. "Hey Brad," Brianna said, her voice sultry. "I came back for you." "Looks like you already had your drinks," I replied, looking her up and down. Her dress showed off her round, full breasts and her long, toned legs. I unlocked my car doors using my key fob, wondering how likely it would be that she'd let me just drive away. She flipped her blonde hair out of her face and straightened up when I approached. "It's not drinks I want now," she told me. "Yeah, I guessed," I said, keeping my voice neutral. I could tell she would be harder to fight off now that she had been drinking. And I wasn't sure I even wanted to fight off her advances anymore. My recent masturbation fantasies came back, unbidden. I wondered if she could possibly be as good in real life as my mind had made her while I was jerking off. She took a step towards me and repeated her earlier comment. "I came back for you." This time the emphasis was on the word "you". To punctuate her statement, she reached down and gripped my crotch, clutching my cock through my jeans. That was it. Whatever willpower I had left crumbled. All of a sudden we were kissing. I was pressed against my car door and her hand was rubbing between my legs insistently, making me hard. I had just enough sense left to open my eyes and scan the parking lot. I was one of the last people here, but not the last . . . there was at least one supervisor still in the building. I was pretty sure Allison had gone home. There were no cars near mine in the lot. Most of them were closer to the building. Brianna's tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I realized she was fumbling with the button on the front of my jeans. I wondered how far she would actually go . . . we were in public, after all. Before I could wonder for long, she had my fly undone and was reaching into my shorts, her fingers wrapping around my erection. The skin on skin contact felt so amazing . . . it had been almost a year since anyone other than me had touched it. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue now toying with hers. The kiss ended and she had a very self-satisfied look on her face—she had me now and she knew it. I could still walk away, but it would be much more difficult. She knew I wouldn't do that. I knew it too, but even then didn't want to admit it to myself. She reached past me with her free hand and opened the back driver's side door. I stepped away from the car and she opened it fully, giving me a little push towards the waiting back seat. I sat back and she crawled in on top of me, closing the door behind her. Immediately she started pulling at my pants, getting them down to my knees, freeing my cock to her sight. Without a word she bowed her head and took me into her wet mouth, all the way in. As she lifted her head, she ran her tongue all around the shaft, getting me wet and turning me on even more. It had been so long since my last blowjob, and it hadn't been anywhere near as good as this one. She bobbed her head a few times before letting me go. Brianna looked up at me with the same sultry look as before and shrugged out of the slim straps of her dress. She pulled the top down and bared her incredible breasts. I knew what they looked like from the photo she'd sent, of course. But they looked far better dangling a foot from my face. Firm and perfectly shaped, her nipples hard and just begging to be sucked on . . . if I hadn't already decided to fuck her, the sight of those glorious tits would have ended any indecision. There was no escaping now; I could no longer deny it. She leaned in closer and I eagerly grabbed a heavy breast in each hand, running my fingers over the slopes, pinching her nipples. I guided one breast to my mouth so I could suck on her nipple. She gave a low moan as I ran my tongue over it with a darting motion, finishing off with a nibble. Brianna straightened and pulled her dress right up over her head, sitting astride me. She smiled lasciviously at me, running her tongue over her lips and fumbling with my cock. I felt sudden wetness and realized she was putting me inside her. "Wait," I said hoarsely. I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt, but I still had some of my senses left. "I don't have a condom." The last thing I needed was to get this young, probably very fertile girl pregnant. "It's cool," she said in her husky, wavering voice. "I'm on the pill." I felt some doubt, not sure I should take her word for it, but I was having trouble focusing right then. Before I could debate the risks further my engorged cock was bathed in warmth and she was settling herself on top of me, pulling me in deeper. I forgot everything I was thinking as I felt her body nestled against mine, and she leaned down to give me a deep, passionate kiss. She ended the kiss by nipping at my lower lip and I groaned. She started moving atop me and she was so wet, so tight. I wondered how I could possibly have gone so long without sex. It was an intensely sexy encounter . . . I'd never fucked anyone in a car before. Dimly I wondered if the car was rocking, if anyone was coming out of the building. I wondered how much of her was showing above the seat backs. It felt too good to stop, so I tried to not think about it. It was warm in the car, since it was nearly summer—not stifling and unbearable, but the heat added to the experience. As we fucked, the temperature was rising. Within minutes we were sweaty and she was moving faster. The car was rocking for sure now and I didn't care. All I could feel was her slight weight bearing down on me and her depths accepting my plunging rod again and again. Her breath was coming in gasps and she was biting her lip, holding back the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. What could easily have been moans were coming out as cute little whines. I could feel myself getting close, but I wanted more. Gripping her upper arms I rolled her off of me, moving the other direction myself. She made a disappointed noise and it was awkward to maneuver in the cramped back seat, but I persevered, and before long she was stretched out on the seat. She looked up at me as I mounted her, rubbing the head of my cock on her waiting pussy lips. It slid easily across her shaved slit. "Ohh yeah. Fuck me Brad," Brianna whimpered, wiggling beneath me, rubbing her slick lips on my erection. Eager to comply, I sank back into her in one demanding push. Fuck, she was wet. I felt myself reach deeper than before, and a moan was ripped from her despite her struggles to remain quiet. The feeling of being so deep inside her and the sound of her pleasure pushed me past the point of restraint. Bracing myself with one hand on the seat beside her and clutching a handful of her tit with my other hand, I pulled out and shoved back in hard, forcing another moan from her. Encouraged by this, I kept fucking her as I groped one tit and then the other, thrusting harder and faster. I could feel my delayed orgasm rushing back up, but I held back, determined to make her cum first. It didn't take much longer. She started muttering between moans, "Ohh, right there. Unh, what are you, mmm, doing to—ahhhhh!" She started bucking under me and cried out, the sound amplified in the closed car. 'Well,' I thought, 'no way that could have been missed if anyone was in the parking lot.' To my surprise, that thought turned me on even more. The strangeness of the situation crashed into me. I was breaking my rule and messing around with a coworker- and not just any coworker—an extremely sexy blonde over a decade younger than me. She'd thrown herself at me, seduced me, and now I was fucking her without protection in the back seat of my car where anyone could see. Risky- of course. Dumb- probably. But fucking hot regardless. I was about to explode. "I'm gonna cum," I gasped out. "Ohhh yeah! Cum Brad. Cum in me. I want to feel it." I felt my orgasm starting. At the last second I remembered my earlier doubt and I pulled out, grabbing my sticky and pulsing cock and spraying several ropes of warm cum on her tensed belly. The orgasm was intense. It felt like I unloaded so much onto her. Brianna made an exasperated sound and scowled at me. "I wanted you to cum IN me, not ON me," she whined. I sat back, still feeling the aftershocks of my explosive orgasm. More red flags. Why would that have been so important? Did she expect me to just take her word for it that she was on the pill after she'd already been caught in a lie earlier in our friendship? I held back the urge to ask out loud, thinking it would only set her off. "Sorry," was all I said, keeping my voice neutral. She looked incredibly slutty and hot like that, propped up on her elbows in my back seat, her blonde hair all tousled, her tanned skin flushed and beaded with sweat. Her breasts and belly were heaving from exertion, and her stomach was coated in globs of my sticky white seed. The sight of her like that made me want to fuck her all over again, and my slowly wilting erection returned full force. "It's okay," she said grudgingly. "You got anything to clean up with?" I yanked up my jeans and leaned into the front seat to grab some napkins from my glove box. While I did this, I scanned the lot. There were only two cars left. People had been leaving the building while we were fucking. I wondered if they'd heard anything. As Brianna swabbed up the mess I'd made, I sat at her feet and caught my breath. The air in the car had become overbearing—heavy and smelling of sweat and sex. Still, I waited for her to pull her dress over her head before cracking the door to let in some air. "That was worth the wait," she purred, running her hand up my leg and clutching at my covered prick. "I knew I could get you if I tried." "Well, you won," I relented, the shame of giving in starting to take hold. "But we should think about this before we go further." She looked at me blankly, her narrow brows knitting together. From her expression I felt I should elaborate, even though the timing felt all wrong. This wasn't the sort of talk I liked to have after sex, but I didn't want her getting the wrong idea. "I told you I'm not looking for a relationship, and you just got out of one. This was a rebound and we—you know what? We don't have to talk about this now." "So you regret it?" she asked, sounding pouty and crossing her arms. Her lower lip was actually sticking out. Petulant seemed to be her default setting. I sighed, wondering how I'd let such a brat get me into this position. "No. Of course not. It was good. You were good. But it was just sex. I've made my feelings clear and this hasn't changed them. But like I said, we'll talk later." "Yes, we will," she said stiffly. She opened the door on her side and slid out. Once I got out too, she looked at me over the top of the car and smiled sunnily. Her mood had changed, at least on the outside. "I'll go home and let you think. Then we'll talk." I nodded and she closed the door, swaying her hips as she crossed behind my car and approached me. "Just keep in mind," she said softly into my ear, "there's a lot more where that came from." She licked my ear lobe and walked away, steadily and slowly, heading for her own car. I watched her go, her curvy ass swaying under the swishing skirt of her dress. Brianna gave me one last tempting look before getting into her car and I tore my gaze away. It wasn't until I was most of the way home before I realized something that I'd missed. Once she'd gotten me into my back seat, she had stopped acting drunk. 'Oh fuck,' I thought grimly as I parked my car outside my house. The reality of what had happened was finally sinking in. 'What did I just do?' ***** Author's Note: For those of you who read to the end, thank you. I know this one took longer than usual to get to the sexy stuff, but that's just how it turned out. As I was writing, this story became a much longer story than I anticipated, so I decided to break it into three parts, with this one being mainly about the set up and buildup of tension. The second chapter escalates rather quickly, so I hope you rejoin me for that one. Thanks for reading! Office Hazards Ch. 02 Brianna and I exchanged several texts over the next couple of days. Most of them were me explaining why we were wrong for each other and wouldn't work, and her trying to talk me into dating her. Now that she'd made her move sexually, she was more up front with her intentions. When I wouldn't sway from my decision, she resorted to tempting me with more sex. "So no dating. We can still fuck," she suggested, accompanying this with several photos—her tits, her ass, her pussy. I decided I needed to stop talking to her or else I'd end up fucking her again. As bad a choice as that had been, it had been good. Too good. So I asked her to stop sending photos and give me space. "It doesn't matter what you do or say," I texted her. "No more sex." There was no response, so I figured I was in the clear. The worst part was that I felt like an ass for refusing her. I knew I wasn't—I was being as nice as I could be without giving in. What happened between us happened in a moment of weakness and to repeat it would only compound the mistake. I knew this logically. Unfortunately, not all of me listened to logic. The only thing of note that happened on Monday was Danielle coming to my desk. "You didn't show up Friday," she said, her voice disappointed. I felt awful—I'd promised to buy her a drink. "Yeah, sorry about that. I had a late call. After I got done with it, I didn't feel like going out." I wasn't fully lying . . . just leaving out the unforeseen car sex. "Oh, okay," she said, seeming unsure. "Well, maybe next time then." "Of course," I promised her. I wanted to become better friends with Danielle, but I seemed to keep getting distracted by Brianna. Speaking of Brianna, the temptation to fuck her again, especially with how eager she was, was hard to resist. So I avoided her. It helped that I didn't get stuck on late calls that entire week. As soon as five came around, I logged out and rushed out the door, not giving her a chance to wander by my cubicle to tempt and tease me. No more texts came from her that week or the following weekend. It was beginning to seem like my mistake was just a memory. Of course I was wrong. Very wrong. I got stuck on a late call Monday night. Everyone else was gone except for Allison, My tall, domineering blonde supervisor came by my cubicle, cocking her head questioningly. I gave her a thumbs-up—I had the call under control and didn't think it would be much longer. She mirrored my signal and strode away, off to wherever she went when she wasn't in her office or prowling around the floor making us nervous. It wasn't long after she left that I got my next visitor. Brianna stepped around the wall of my cubicle, wearing very tight jeans and a top that showed as much cleavage as possible. She was smirking in a way that worried me. I forced my eyes away from her perfect tits and back to my computer screen, trying to focus on my call. I figured if I ignored her, she'd go away. Of course, I was wrong. She knelt next to my chair and ran her hand over my thigh and up to my crotch. I took her by the wrist and plucked her hand off me, shaking my head. I did this without looking at her, but I could still see the huge swell of her breasts out of the corner of my eye. Persistently, she groped me again, then a third time after I once more removed her hand. The third time she caressed me more firmly, reaching up with her other hand to unbutton and then unzip my slacks. As I was moving to push her away again, she slipped her hand into my open fly, running her fingers along my growing cock. It felt so good it made me pause in my protests, giving her enough time to reach into the slit in my boxers and grip me skin on skin. She started stroking me like this and I lost my determination to stop her. It felt too good, and it was exciting to have her taking control of me like this. I continued talking to my caller, fighting to keep my voice steady and not betray the pleasure I was feeling. After a time, Brianna let go of my erection long enough to crawl under my desk. She spread my legs and reached back into my boxers, pulling my rigid member out through the slit. I looked down at her, unable to believe this was happening. She smiled mischievously up at me and pulled the top of her blouse down, letting her big, round tits tumble out into the open. She fondled them, tweaking her hard nipples, teasing me. My hand shaking, I reached over to hit mute on my phone. "Brianna, stop this!" I hissed. Grinning wider, she shook her head. Then, gripping the base of my cock firmly with one hand, she leaned her head forward and took me into her mouth. I moaned low, glad I'd thought to hit the mute button. Then my caller was asking me a question, so I had to unmute long enough to ask them to repeat what they'd just said. I clicked mute again just in time, as another moan bubbled out of my throat. I managed to keep my voice steady while I answered their question. While my call continued, Brianna went to work with all the cock sucking skills she had acquired in her short life. She was sucking me hard, getting as much of me into her mouth as she could from the awkward angle. Her head bobbed rapidly and I could tell she wasn't trying to make it last. She was trying to get me off as fast as she could. It was working . . . the only things keeping me from my orgasm were my focus on what my caller was saying and the fear that my boss could come back any minute and catch us. With panic I looked around, but Allison was nowhere in sight. Her office door was open, but from what little of her office I could see from my desk, it appeared to be empty. What Brianna was doing felt amazing, but it was also very risky—even more so than fucking in my car had been. Sure, the risk was a turn on—I can admit that. But it was also incredibly nerve wracking. Brianna sucked harder and faster, making dirty slurping noises as she worked my rigid cock in and out of her skilled mouth. The wet noises stressed me out more—they seemed loud to me, so maybe my caller could hear. If not, there was no way Allison would miss them if she came back to return to her office. Brianna looked up at me, still sucking me off, her dark brown eyes still half-lidded. With her face tilted up slightly, her tongue ran against my shaft on every up movement of her head. I almost lost it right there. My caller asked another question, which I missed, and I stiffly said, "Hang on, let me check that for you." I hoped that was the right thing to say, but at that moment it was hard to care. The pressure in my balls was intense and I could feel a huge orgasm building up. I barely had time to reach out and hit the mute button again before I let out a strangled, stifled moan and started unloading in Brianna's mouth. Her eyes widened and she let out a light moan of her own, stopping her movements as I filled her mouth with cum. When the spasms stopped, she pulled back, sucking me the entire way until I was released from her mouth with a wet, popping sound. She opened up to show me the milky sperm she'd collected in her mouth, pooling on and around her tongue. There seemed to be a massive amount of it. After letting me see this, she closed her mouth and swallowed my load down, opening her mouth again after to show me she'd taken it all. With a self-satisfied smirk, she tucked my still-hard cock back into my shorts, carefully buttoning and zipping my slacks. She gave me one last sexy look, licking the corner of her mouth, then tucked her breasts back into her top. Without a word she crawled out from under my desk, gave my shoulder a brief squeeze, and walked away. I watched her go, breathless, still tingling, still unable to process what had just happened to me. Taking a deep breath, I unmuted my phone and went back to my call, somehow managing to get back into the mode of troubleshooting their problems. Not even three minutes later, Allison walked by again, glancing into my cubicle before returning to her office. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped for a few seconds before I realized she hadn't seen or heard anything. I finished up my call as quickly as I could and rushed to my car. Brianna had already left, and there was no text waiting for me when I checked my phone. I stood outside my car for a couple of minutes trying to decide what I should do. I knew I should go home and think it over, that I was close to making another mistake in what was becoming a series of them. But on the other hand, I knew I had to confront her. I had to stop this from going any further. But would I actually be confronting her? I had to wonder . . . my erection was back just remembering what had happened. Not just the blowjob at my desk, but fucking her in my car too. I was plagued by memories and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Frustrated and disgusted with myself, I got into my car and started driving home. But when I came to the turn that would lead to Brianna's apartment, I didn't even hesitate before taking it. I felt like I was in a fever. Although I told myself we'd just talk, that I was going to put a stop to this destructive entanglement once and for all, I knew better than that. I knew there wouldn't be much talking, and I hated myself for that. But I was doing it anyway. I parked and reached the front door of her apartment building in minutes. The buzzer buttons were all labelled, so I jabbed hers with my finger and heard the lock click open immediately, even before I had to say anything. That made me feel worse—she'd expected me. I was giving her just what she wanted. Brianna opened her door as I approached and grabbed the front of my shirt, dragging me in. I kicked her door closed behind me and right away I was pushed up against it, her body pressed against mine, our lips locked together. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue searching my mouth. I broke the kiss, fully intending on putting a stop to what was happening, but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, Brianna was pulling her top over her head. Her tits flopped out, nipples hard and begging for stimulation. She'd successfully distracted me. I attacked her breasts, forgetting my protests, my anger, even my guilt. I plied the soft flesh of her tits with my groping fingers, drawing a long moan from her. She'd undone most of the buttons on my shirt before I noticed what she was doing. I pulled my outer dress shirt the rest of the way off, then my tee shirt. Brianna sighed and ran her hands over my broad chest, through my chest hair. I wished in that moment that I hadn't been so lazy about working out the past few months, but she didn't seem to be disappointed. She was biting her lip and exploring my upper body with her hands, my arms, my shoulders, my modest abs. From there she went lower, again undoing my slacks. She reached in and breathed, "Ohh," when she found me hard and ready. She withdrew her hand and yanked once at the open fly to show she wanted the pants to go. I was quick to comply, watching as she turned away and started removing her own jeans. They peeled from her rounded hips slowly, revealing tiny red French cut panties that hugged her curvy ass. She bent down to pull her jeans from one leg and then the other, showing off her long, toned legs. Once she was standing in only those tiny panties, she looked over her shoulder at me, tossing her hair. Her eyes dipped down to my now-freed erection for a moment before she turned her face away again. Teasingly slow, she pulled her panties down, finally revealing her sexy ass. I'd only seen it bare in a texted photo- now it was ten feet away from me. As if in a trance I crossed the short distance, my hands dropping to clutch at her exposed rear. As I caressed her round ass, she ground it against my hands. The girl was still teasing me, even now. I growled and reached lower, between her legs, clutching at her smooth pussy lips. She was soaked, her arousal obvious on first contact. She wiggled against my finger and I sank it into her, as deep as my awkward angle could reach. She sighed another moan and reached behind her, grabbing my cock and jerking it. Her angle was just as inconvenient as mine, but it felt great. I ran my hands back across her ass, over her hips and up her sides, until I was gripping her tits again, this time from behind. She reached up and braced her palms on the wall in front of her. "Oh god. Brad ya' gotta fuck me," she said, her voice breathless and husky with lust. I didn't respond, instead pinching her nipples and slowly moving my hands back down the way they'd come. I reached back between her legs, running my finger over her hole without going inside her, up to her little clit. I didn't touch it right away, instead dancing around it in a circle. She groaned, sounding frustrated, which made me smile. I wanted so badly to push her up against the wall and fuck her hard, but this girl had driven me out of my mind, made me forget myself and my rules, teased me mercilessly. It was time to give her a taste of the torture she'd put me through. I only barely touched her clit and she cried out, grinding against my hand, looking for more stimulation. I pulled my hand back, speaking for the first time since entering her apartment. "Ah ah ah," I chided, my voice deep and foreign to me. "You don't get to cum until I let you." She actually let out a whimper at that. "Please?" she begged. "Come on, please Brad. Haven't I been good to you?" "No," I replied, tracing my wet index finger over her right ass cheek. "No Brianna, you've been very bad." "You like it," she countered, sounding bratty again. "You liked it when I made you cum at work. When I—OW!" I'd interrupted her with a firm spank to the right cheek. Not hard, but probably a bit harder than I'd meant to. She was annoying me, and I was filled with an urge I'd never had with a woman before—the urge to spank her, to punish her for how she'd treated me. "Very bad," I repeated, now tracing my finger over her left cheek. "Mmm," she moaned. The bratty tone back, she said, "I made you cum in my mouth, didn't I, baby? Swallowed it all down. And I could tell you li—OWWW!" Another smack, this one to her left cheek, and slightly harder than the last. I looked down and inspected my handiwork. Both cheeks were blazing red, the left with a clear imprint of my hand. She looked at me over her shoulder, her half-lidded eyes blazing. With anger or lust? It was hard to tell. She shortly revealed which as she whimpered again. "Please baby. Put it in me. I need it." "You need it?" I asked, tracing the red mark on her right cheek. She hissed and flinched a little, but I wasn't planning on spanking her again. I figured she'd learned her lesson. "I dooo! Please. I know I've been bad. I know you want me to leave you alone. Just . . . just fuck me one last time. I promise I'll leave you alone after that." She was really begging now, her eyes pleading as much as her voice. "You need it that bad?" I asked, smirking. My voice sounded amused. I liked this—somehow I'd managed to turn the tables on her. It was no longer me fighting her off. Now she was practically crying with her need to be fucked. I felt powerful, which was the opposite of how she'd been making me feel. "I do! I need you in me. Please Brad!" I couldn't play the game anymore. My cock was throbbing, harder than I could ever remember it being. I spread her firm thighs with both hands and reached down to rub the head of my cock over her gushing slit. She was even wetter than before—the insides of her thighs were tacky with the flow of her desire. She whimpered again but had stopped begging. She knew I was giving in. Aiming myself, I plunged into her warm depths, sliding all the way in. Brianna howled in pleasure, tilting her hips and drawing me in even deeper. I pulled out until only my head was still inside and plunged back in quickly. This action was accompanied by another desperate howl from her. I grabbed her waist and started slamming into her. After three hard thrusts she was shaking hard, her legs wobbling as she came. I could feel a slight clench along her inner walls and my plunging dick was bathed in fresh wetness. She'd kept mostly silent as she came, the sounds she did make were small and relieved. The shaking stopped and still I thrust into her, not even thinking anymore, just feeling—I'd given into my lust and become an animal. I lost track of the minutes. I think she came a couple more times—it was hard to tell, and I was wrapped up in what I was doing. She wanted to be fucked? I'd give her a fuck she'd never forget. My left hand gripping her hip, I reached around her with my right, slowing my thrusts, giving her my cock steadily and deeply. I rubbed her swinging tits with my hand, then brought it down over her clenching belly and to her pussy. I started rubbing her clit as I kept up my rhythmic thrusts, bringing her to another big climax. This one I know happened—she let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure as she again shook with her release. My lust reaching a fevered pitch, I put my hand back on her hip and started slamming into her again, fucking her as hard as I could. She may have cum again, or maybe it was the same one. I didn't know and I didn't care. All I wanted was to cum myself, to finish and finally be free of the spell of lust Brianna had put over me. I groaned, feeling myself coming closer and closer. I was seconds away. Brianna could tell. She moaned, "Yes, cum. Cum in me baby." I almost did. I pulled out as my first spasm hit, holding my cock against her jiggling bottom as I spurted. Ropes of sperm hit the swells of her ass cheeks—it felt like so much—as much as I'd unloaded into her mouth not long before, though I knew that couldn't be. This time she wasn't huffy, she sounded angry as she let out a petulant whine. "God damn it. Again?" she grumbled. I stepped back from her, catching my breath. I felt like I'd just run a marathon. I looked back at her still-reddened ass cheeks, sperm oozing down the swells of her buttocks. Why did she want me to cum inside her so bad that she was whiny when I refused? This girl was nothing but red flags and in my post sex clarity, I knew this had to be the last time. I couldn't keep playing with fire. Still naked, I walked past her and stepped into her kitchen. I found a roll of paper towels and grabbed some, returning with them. She still looked grumpy as she rudely snatched the paper towels from me to clean off her ass. As she swabbed the jizz from her, she winced a little at her tender, spanked cheeks. I collected my clothes and started dressing. I felt a moment of shame and guilt—I'd just fucked her and now I was running off. I had to remind myself that I was in uncharted territory. I was fucking a much younger woman, one who was volatile and unpredictable. The usual rules of decorum didn't apply. "You don't have to leave so fast," she said, her voice soft. I didn't hear any of her prior irritation. Out of all the warning signals I'd gotten from her, this was the worst—her moods seemed to shift at a startling pace. "Yeah, I do," I told her. I avoided looking at her supple, naked body. If I stayed, I'd just get dragged in further. "We're done, remember. You promised if I fucked you, we'd be over." "Oh. Right," she said quietly, not looking at me. Was she really upset, or just pretending? I couldn't stop to think about it. I forced down more guilt as I left her apartment. I knew she was playing me. This had never been about emotion. I was a game to her. I had to remember that. I didn't sleep much that night. The next day I called in sick to work. Part of it was the fact that I was exhausted. Mostly I didn't think I could face her. I was a turmoil of confusing emotions. The sex had been explosive and memorable. But I had to admit I'd lost control of myself. She'd reduced me to a lust-driven animal. It scared me how much I'd enjoyed dominating her, teasing her, spanking her. I never thought I'd had the potential to be like that with a woman, much less enjoy it. Office Hazards Ch. 02 So I spent my day trying to come to terms with the new things I'd learned about myself. And, being honest here, jerking off. I jerked off four times that day, and each time I remembered how that final session with Brianna had played out. Mistake or not, I couldn't deny it had been fucking hot, and it turned me on like mad whenever I thought of it. I knew it hadn't just been hot for me, she'd cum so many times. The next day I returned to work. I successfully avoided any contact with Brianna, so I was pretty sure she was abiding by her promise that she was done with me. I was relieved, up until Jenny visited my cubicle. There were no late calls that night, so when she asked if we could talk, I agreed. I was a little confused, since her and I had never discussed anything that wasn't work-related. She seemed to be having trouble getting it out, so I gave her time, leaning against the outside of her car as she lit a cigarette and paced back and forth a couple of times. Then, seeming to steel herself, she blurted out, "Look, I know it's none of my business, but whatever it is that's going on with you an Brianna . . . " She trailed off there, frowning. "I don't know what I'm trying to say. I like you Brad, you seem like a good guy, but I think you're being used." "Oh, I know I am. But it's over now," I told her. She looked at me searchingly before saying, "I don't really know you. I just, I don't know. I didn't think you'd be that kind of guy." "What kind of guy? She threw herself at me. I made myself clear I wasn't into her." I just assumed she was accusing me of taking advantage of a naïve young woman, having my way with her, and tossing her aside. That hurt, and I wanted to defend myself. "She started it, I ended it. Simple as that." "When did it end? She's been talking about you nonstop for the last two days. Like, more than she did before. Which was still a lot," Jenny said. "She talks about me?" I asked, confused. "Yeah. I don't think she's looking at this the same way you are." "Monday night she said she'd leave me alone. That we were done," I told her. "She promised." Jenny looked doubtful. "Was that before or after she had dinner with her fiancée?" "What?" I asked, stunned. "She doesn't have a fiancée anymore. She broke up with him weeks ago. She called me when she did it. She doesn't wear her ring anymore." "She's wearing it whenever I see her. She never broke up with him. I would have heard all about that." Jenny looked like she was starting to understand. "She's been talking about him almost as much as she talks about you. Posting stuff online. Monday night she took a selfie with him on a dinner date." "Monday?" I asked hollowly. "What time?" "About nine." I sank to the curb and buried my face in my hands. Three hours after I'd fucked Brianna senseless in her apartment she was out having dinner with her fiancée. It wasn't just me she was playing. And she was playing me more than I'd suspected. This revelation gave me way more to process. I thanked Jenny for the information and for being a good friend. Then I rushed home to get as drunk as I could as quickly as I could. Even though I was horrible about being (and staying in) relationships, I didn't believe there was ever any justification for cheating. If you're going to fuck someone else, dump who you're with first. By that token, I would also never aid and abet a cheater. Not knowingly anyway. Brianna had made me into the other man. I finally passed out around 2 a.m., falling it a light, restless sleep. Usually alcohol helps me sleep, but not that night. I was too troubled, upset at Brianna and at myself. I didn't know what to do, how to deal with what had happened—what I'd let happen. But conversely, I was still turned on whenever I thought of everything we'd done together. I was still plagued by flashbacks. She finally texted me the next morning while I drank my coffee, trying to get rid of my hangover. I'd only had maybe three hours sleep, but I had to go into work. I couldn't miss more days. "You've been avoiding me," was all her text said. My head started throbbing worse. "Yeah. Bet your fiancée would be glad." I wanted to type a lot more. Really go off on her. But it was as much my fault as hers. I had been the one who'd gone to her apartment. I should have been stronger. I knew she was trouble, but I hadn't stopped any of it from happening. I had walked right into every trap, following my dick. There was no response for a long time. I took a scalding shower in an attempt to wake up and rushed off to work. When I got there, after clocking in, I went to the break room for coffee and ran into Danielle. She looked extra cute that day, in jeans that hugged her curves and a black tee shirt. Her two-toned hair looked soft as it flowed down her back. She chattered away while I got my coffee, telling me how things had been going for her. It had been too busy lately for us to talk much. She clasped her hands in front of her, chin down and her eyes tilted up. "I wanted to thank you, Brad," she said sweetly. "Thank me? For what?" I was genuinely confused. Sure, she did come to me a lot with questions, but that wasn't something I usually got gratitude for. "Well, for mentoring me. I think you did a really good job teaching and coaching me. When I got hired I wasn't sure I'd be able to do this job. Not well anyway. But you showed me I could do it. I doubt I'd still be here if not for your advice and encouragement." My face felt warm and I wasn't sure what to say. "I appreciate that. But I think you're underestimating yourself, Danielle. All I did was guide you a little. You did all the hard work yourself." She blushed at that and then excused herself. "I'd better go take a call. Allison could come in here any second," she said, bustling away. "Talk to you later!" I felt a little better after that encounter. The brief time spent chatting with her made me feel a little better, even though we didn't talk about anything important. She seemed much less shy than before, like she was finally coming out of her shell. It was nice to get to see some of her personality. She seemed to be a really positive person, which was a nice change for me. I wasn't used to being appreciated. I returned to my desk with a smile on my face, but it fell off as soon as I checked my phone and saw Brianna had finally responded. "I like you better," the text said. At first I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but then I remembered I'd mentioned her fiancée. Before I could think of a response, a second text came. "You know how to fuck me. He doesn't." "So? Dump him then. I don't care. You and me are nothing," I tapped out, resolving to stop responding and concentrate on work. My headache was back. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and between calls, curiosity won out. Her response was, "I'll dump him if it means I can fuck you again." Angrily, I tapped out my response. "Not going to happen. Done with you. And I don't believe you anymore. You lied." A couple hours later, I got another text. This one was a photo. I knew she was at her desk across the building, so it must have been saved to her phone. It was of her legs spread wide, a dildo buried in her snatch. Right after, she sent this: "Wish this was you." "Stop it," I responded, getting back to work. It was hard to focus, though. My head throbbed sickly and the flashbacks were getting more vivid. Company policy stated that our phones had to be stored in our desk drawers, out of sight. But I now had mine on my desk next to me. I knew if Allison saw, I'd get an earful, probably in front of everyone, but I was hooked now. I could recognize that. She'd hooked me and was now reeling me in. I felt so weak. Another nude came, this one of her squeezing those luscious tits of hers, pinching her own nipples. The message that accompanied it was, "I keep thinking of your hands all over me, your mouth on my boobs." I didn't bother responding. I took another call, ignoring my phone the next time it buzzed. After the call I looked, instantly regretting it. It was a shot of her backside in a full length mirror. She was bent slightly at the waist, her legs parted, baring her round, firm ass. One hand was reaching behind her, spreading her naked pussy lips. Her cheeks were sporting the red marks from my hands. She must have taken this one Monday night. Probably right after I'd left. The message that went with that one was, "I loved how forceful you were last time. How you just bent me over and took me. Made me yours. You should do that again." Frustrated and horny beyond belief, I clung to my last shred of willpower, responding with, "Not gonna happen." "We'll see . . . " she replied with almost immediately. There were no more messages for the remainder of the shift, but every hour or so I got another sexy photo of her. She was trying to drive me wild with lust. And the worst part was, it was working. I got stuck on a late call—mostly because my concentration was shot. What should have been an easy resolution stretched to almost a quarter to six. Allison was again the only supervisor left. (The woman seemed to have no life outside of work. She was always here.) When I finally finished my call I logged off, grabbed my phone, and turned to leave. I came face to face with Brianna. She stood just outside my cubicle wall, hip cocked, looking sexy in her tight jeans and tee shirt. She looked determined. And horny. 'Oh fuck,' I thought. Brianna reached down and took my hand. (I couldn't help but notice she was wearing her ring. Now that I knew, she saw no reason to take it off.) I knew I should pull away, turn and go to my car. But she'd worn me down and I knew I was sunk. I'm ashamed to admit it, but all I was thinking of was fucking her. I no longer cared that she was engaged, unbalanced, and manipulative. I had to have her and I could deal with the regret afterwards. She dragged me across the call center area, past Allison's office (my supervisor wasn't in there, but her light was still on) and towards the ladies room. I was the last support rep on the phone that evening, so the center was vacant. I knew Allison and a few other people were still around the building, and hoped desperately that we wouldn't run into any of them. Brianna stopped outside the ladies room and peeked in, making sure the way was clear for us. She dragged me inside and right into the farthest of the three stalls. It was the handicap stall, so it was a little bigger than the others. Once the stall door was closed and latched, she went to work getting my pants undone and pulled down. She left them around my ankles and pushed me down onto the toilet seat. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and her tits bounced free. (The girl seemed to never wear a bra . . . or she'd removed it while she waited for me to get off the phone.) She then slipped off her shoes and pulled down her jeans, stepping out of them. She was standing completely naked in front of me, wearing a fierce, horny look on her face. Needless to say, I was rock hard, my rod twitching and ready. She took my hand again and pulled it to her bare pussy. She was wet—soaking. After rubbing my fingers along her folds, she brought them up to my mouth. Not able to resist, I greedily licked her juices from my fingers. Then, without warning, she straddled me and lowered herself smoothly onto my rigid cock. Holding onto my shoulders, she took all of me in, sighing in pleasure. She sat on my lap for a moment, as if getting used to the feeling of having me inside her again. She linked her arms around my neck, bracing herself on me as she started to move, lifting herself until I was almost completely out and then plunging down fast. She repeated this move several times and then stopped, rocking forward and backward with me buried deep inside. Then the fast long plunges again. I was moaning low, trying to hold in my sounds, which I knew would echo in the restroom. The only sounds coming from her were gasps of exertion. Our eyes were locked together, hers half-lidded as always and hazy with pleasure. And then the outer door to the ladies room opened and we heard the clack clack clack of heels approaching on the linoleum outside the stall. We froze, Brianna's eyes widening, matching mine. She looked as panicked as I felt, but there was no escape. The clacking stopped right outside our stall door. I knew the sound of those heels . . . it had to be my supervisor, Allison. Of course the stall door was locked, so after trying the door once, she instead went into the small stall next to ours. I heard the zip of her skirt and winced, hoping she would hurry up, do her business, and get out of there. Despite my panic and fear over my job security, I was still fully erect inside Brianna. As we heard the sound of my supervisor peeing just a couple of feet from us, Brianna got a mischievous look on her face. She leaned forward, squashing her pillowy breasts against my chest and biting my neck—hard. She then started rocking atop me again, back and forth, back and forth. She was taking care to not make any noise, but I could tell right away that she was trying to get me to moan. At the same time she was risking making sounds herself, since she was grinding her clit against the base of my cock. She lost the battle. Suddenly her arms tightened and she was shaking on me, letting out a low moan that was muffled against my neck. At that moment the toilet in Allison's stall flushed, masking most of her sounds. I bit my lip, holding in my own moans—the feeling of her cumming on me was driving me out of my mind. Brianna recovered and pulled back to smile deviously at me. I scowled at her and she giggled softly into my ear. Allison washed her hands and clacked away, the ladies room door swinging shut behind her. As soon as she was gone, Brianna started fucking me even harder and faster than before. Since she'd cum, she was even wetter and I slid deeply inside her with every plunge. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching, spurred on by the forbidden experience of fucking at the office. Not to mention the sight of Brianna's perfect tits bouncing as she rode me. I was afraid I was going to cum inside her and all at once I realized she'd orchestrated it so that this time I had no choice. She was on top, in charge, and it wouldn't be much longer before I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. She grinned evilly at me, guessing from my frantic gasps that I was close. As I felt myself beginning my orgasm I tried to lift her off me but she bore down with all her weight, trapping me as deeply inside as she could get me. I let out a louder moan than I intended to as I spurted my jizz into her. She let out a long sigh as I shot my load, her face showing her satisfaction. My orgasm was intense and I couldn't hold back the loud groans that came as a result of my release. She stayed where she was for a minute or two and I took the chance to catch my breath. Finally she lifted herself off of me. Some of my sperm oozed out of her and back onto my softening shaft. "You swear you're on the pill?" I asked her pointedly, keeping my voice soft but wanting to be sure she heard me. She didn't answer at first as she pulled some toilet paper from the dispenser and wadded it up. She stuck the wadded paper over her pussy to soak up the sperm that gravity was forcing out of her. It was a weirdly sexy move. After this nerve-wracking hesitation she softly said, "Yeah, I told you I was." She didn't look at me as she said it. 'Shit,' I thought bitterly, swabbing myself off and then reaching down and pulling up my pants. I couldn't look at her as we quickly dressed. I rushed out of the stall and she followed me, stopping me at the door. "Wait, let me leave first," Brianna directed. "I'll let you know if it's clear." I let her go first and could see her looking from side to side. Before the door closed she motioned for me to follow. Then she headed straight across the call center to leave and I walked more slowly to my desk. Now that my lust was extinguished, the guilt and regret were settling in. I'd been pulled in again, helping her to cheat on her fiancée and entrenching myself further into a risky situation. Letting her pull me into the ladies room was reckless and stupid, no matter how crazy with lust she'd made me. I couldn't allow something like that to happen again. When I got to my desk to get my phone and keys, Allison strolled by. "Oh, Brad. I didn't know you were still here," she said. Maybe it was just my imagination (or paranoia) but her voice and face seemed to show suspicion. Probably just her usual irritation, I decided. Hoping my face wasn't red, I muttered, "Yeah, I was just, uh, visiting the restroom before I left." "Oh," she said, looking at me strangely. "Well, have a good night." With that, she walked briskly away, leaving me free to escape. That was a close one. I'd let this go on too long and it was getting more dangerous. I felt increasingly stressed out, even after the relief of my recent climax. Brianna, not surprisingly, was waiting for me in the parking lot. "So," she said, her husky voice dripping with seduction. "That was pretty hot." "That was dangerous and stupid," I replied, walking past her to my car. "You're being so rude, considering you just fucked me five minutes ago!" she said, too loud for my liking. I spun on my heel, hoping no one was in the parking lot to overhear us. But I didn't really care anymore. I was determined to cut this off before she got me fired. "That was a mistake. Every time has been a mistake. I've told you to leave me alone. We're done and I don't want to deal with this shit anymore." Ignoring my obvious anger, she ran a finger down my chest. "Oh come on Brad . . . I was good, wasn't I?" I pushed her hand away, refusing to answer that. "You need to stop. I'm serious Brianna. This has gone way too far." The finger was back, running down further this time. "Yeah? Well I don't think it is. I think I can keep you coming back. Whatcha gonna do, Brad? Spank me?" She gripped my cock through my jeans and her next words dripped with desire. "I do love when you get all forceful with me. You're gonna need to make me behave. You know that, right? I'm gonna keep being bad." I grabbed her wrist hard and removed her hand before she could feel I was getting hard. As tempting as it was, she was pissing me off. She thought she could control me with the promise of sex . . . I knew I could be stronger than that. "Enough, Brianna! I don't ever want to see you again." I turned and continued to my car, hoping she'd get the hint that time. She didn't follow me, but of course it wasn't over yet. But what happened next I couldn't possibly have anticipated. ***** Author's Note: So there was Chapter two. I want to thank everyone who read chapter one and let me know what they thought of it. I got a much bigger response than I expected, and the comments and e-mails are always appreciated. Chapter three will finish out the story of Brad, Brianna, and Danielle. Thanks for reading! Office Hazards Ch. 03 The next day was Friday. I came into work late so I could take care of things. Since Brianna had sent me a dozen more sexy photos over the course of the previous evening, I had my number changed. I had to end the torture. After that I stopped by the clinic to have myself tested. (I hoped I hadn't gotten anything from her, but it was time for me to be responsible.) I mentally berated myself the entire morning for letting her pull me into the ladies room and fuck me at work, hoping it would finally sink in that I was being stupid and couldn't keep repeating the same mistakes. That day at work turned out to be interesting. Danielle struck up a conversation with me outside the building as I walked up. She was leaving for lunch. "Hey Brad, are you okay?" she asked, touching my arm. She looked worried. "Yeah, I'm fine," I told her. "Why?" She took her hand back and said, "Well, you've been looking so upset lately. And then you came in late. I thought maybe you were having problems. I didn't get a chance to ask in the break room the other day." I gave her a smile. Even though I still felt miserable and hated myself, her concern was touching. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Just . . . going through some stuff." "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that!" Her hand was on my arm again and she'd drawn closer. "If you need anyone to talk with, just let me know. I'll help if I can." "Thanks. I appreciate that," I told her, meaning it. She smiled and gave my arm a squeeze. (I fleetingly wondered if that was her providing me comfort, or if she was feeling my bicep.) Her pretty blue eyes lingered on mine for a moment, then she turned away and continued walking towards her car. I watched her go, the hem of her white and black striped skirt swishing on her full thighs. Her skirt was tight enough that I could see the imprint of her high-cut panties on her round ass cheeks. I wondered what color they were. I shuddered at this thought and forced my gaze away from the sight of her tempting bottom, chiding myself for checking her out. This was why I was in trouble in the first place! I needed to focus on my job, keeping all female distractions at a clearly-defined distance. But Danielle was really sweet . . . she couldn't possibly be trouble like Brianna had been, could she? It didn't matter, I told myself. I had to be strong. Things were bad enough without adding another girl to the mix. It didn't matter how much I was attracted to Danielle. It could only turn out badly. Despite my objections, fate intervened. When the shift ended, Danielle was one of the people still on the phone. She'd instant messaged me with a question at the start of her call, so I didn't feel right leaving her once the clock hit five. I decided to stay and keep helping her, so I dialed in and listened to her call from my desk. She was new and still a little unsure of herself. And I know from experience that late calls were ten times worse on Friday evenings. Brianna walked up to my cubicle as I was typing to Danielle and I didn't even look up. I waved her away impatiently, and she walked off with a huffing sound. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, feeling like I'd dodged a bullet. After Danielle resolved the caller's problem, I went to her cubicle to discuss her call with her. "I think you did a good job with it. You knew the answer, you just weren't confident about it. That shows through in your voice. You should trust your knowledge more. You know this stuff." I was doing my best to encourage her, knowing she needed the boost to feel better about how she'd done. A little reassurance went a long way with her. "I know," she said, grudgingly. "But I second guess myself. I'm sooo glad you were here to help me through it." That arm touch again. "Hey, always glad to help," I countered with a smile. Was she flirting? I thought she might have been but I wasn't sure. Danielle blinked her big blue eyes at me and said, "You know what? I like this job, but you've been the best part of it. I'd like more." Her cheeks reddened and she quickly said, "To know you more. Um, better I mean." She winced and covered her face with both hands. "I'm sorry. That was dumb." Yeah . . . flirting. Badly. I sighed inwardly, anxious about where this was going. Danielle was really sweet and gentle. There was no way this would work. Not with an asshole like me. But at the same time, the girl was beautiful and I was very much attracted to her. She was obviously tongue-tied . . . that was something that I wasn't used to seeing. Especially after how forward Brianna had been. She was peeking at me through her splayed fingers and I smiled despite myself. She was too cute for my own good. I decided to copy her arm-touch move, thinking it might put her at ease. Her upper arm below her sleeve was warm and very, very soft. "It's okay Danielle. I know what you mean." She dropped her hands, looking down at my hand on her arm. Her face brightened as she looked at me, but her cheeks were still blazing red. "Really? So maybe we could? Get to know each other, I mean?" I'd been seeing her becoming more and more confident as she learned her job and settled in. But now she was acting nervous and awkward. I couldn't help but find it adorable. "Danielle? Are you asking me out?" I asked her gently. "NO! I mean yes. Um, sorry." She started to cover her face again but caught herself and dropped her hands. Her eyes were cast down, her face a dramatic red. "No, it's fine," I told her, feeling bad for embarrassing her. My usual approach with women was to be direct. That obviously wouldn't work with her. But I could tell she needed a little push. "Would you like to get a drink with me tomorrow night?" Her face brightened back up. "Yes! I mean, yeah. That'd be cool." She raised her arm to lean against her cubicle wall and, misjudging the distance, she missed. She made a little high-pitched squeak as she started to topple over. I reached out and grabbed her waist, one hand on each side, keeping her from falling over. I raised her back upright easily, saying, "Careful there." Our faces were close together and she blinked her pretty eyes again, face unreadable. My hands were still on her soft sides, resting just above the swells of her hips. I'm not sure what was on my face, but I had an overpowering urge to kiss her. I started to draw in closer when we were broken from the spell by the sound of a throat clearing behind us. Danielle made the same squeaking sound and I swiftly pulled away from her, turning to see Allison standing outside the cubicle, tapping one heel-clad foot. "Done with your call Miss Gray?" she asked sternly, looking from her to me and back again. "Yes ma'am," Danielle said nervously. "Sorry. Brad was just . . . just . . . " "Just leaving ma'am," I said reassuringly. I exited the cubicle, returning to my own for my things. While there I scrawled my new phone number on a scrap of scratch paper. Allison passed my cubicle and I swear she gave me a tight little smile before turning away and marching to her office. Had to be my imagination—my supervisor never smiled. I waited outside the back door for Danielle, and when she left the building I handed her my number. "Tomorrow night then?" "Yeah!" she said, looking down at the paper with her usual bright smile. It seemed she'd recovered from her embarrassment. I turned away to go to my car. Once I was heading home, I started to wonder what I'd been thinking. I was still dealing with the mess I'd gotten into with Brianna, and here I was, going for a drink with Danielle. I hadn't learned a thing. Worry over what was going to happen hung over me that whole night. Worst case scenario, I was going to break the poor girl's heart. Best case . . . well, I couldn't see a best case. This could only end badly. I knew for sure I wouldn't do anything with her. She was too sweet, seemed too pure. At least I'd heard back from the clinic that afternoon—all my tests came back negative. (Not that I'd thought Brianna had actually infected me with anything. But I couldn't be certain of anything with that girl.) I got four brief texts from Danielle that Friday night. The first one simply asked, "What time?" "How about 8?" I responded. She replied with a "k" and followed that with her address. "See you then," I tapped back. She responded with "Looking forward to it" and one of those silly smiley faces that looks like a cat. I smiled and then felt awful. Did I really deserve to feel good? I was certain I was going to mess this girl up. One way or the other, either by giving into my list or by shooting her down. I slept fitfully, waking from bad dreams that I couldn't remember afterwards. All I knew was Brianna was in them. I busied myself around the house to distract me from my worries, fixing things, cleaning, that sort of thing. I even worked out for a bit. That did make me feel a little better, so I resolved to do that more often. Eventually the time came to get ready for the . . . what was it? A date? Drinks with a friend? A bad idea that was about to make my life even more complicated? I wasn't sure, but I knew I couldn't back out on her. It had been my idea, after all. Though, in her awkward way, she'd been trying to ask me out first. All I'd done was suggest drinks. Yeah, add alcohol to the situation . . . that's using your head, Brad. After getting ready I drove to the address she'd given me. It was an apartment building a few miles from where I lived. I parked in the front lot and went inside. It wasn't the sort with a buzzer, so I was able to go right to her door without waiting. I knocked and she unlocked and opened the door shortly. She'd been waiting for me. I felt like everything froze when I saw her. The outfit she'd chosen was a little more revealing than the things she normally wore. She had foregone her usual dresses for black tights and a red button-up blouse. Her feet were in strappy sandals. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a tasty amount of cleavage. The tights showed every generous curve of her lower body. I raised my eyes to her face and wasn't sure if she was blushing, or if it was her makeup. "Danielle, you look great," I said, appreciatively. Her smile was a little tight—tension? "Thanks. I think I'm going to grab a skirt to wear over this." I shrugged "If you want." "You . . . you don't think I need one?" she asked, the shy tone creeping into her voice. She was fishing, but she was being cute about it. "I think you look perfect like this," I assured her. I let my eyes drift over her again, forgetting my anxiety and reservations. She really did look sexy. I could tell she was having second thoughts about her outfit. I'd had an ex-girlfriend who always wore skirts or shorts over her tights because she thought they made her ass look big. In my opinion, Danielle had nothing to worry about. She was far from fat. Her belly had a bulge to it, her hips and bottom were wide, and her thighs thick. But it all worked on her. She looked womanly. Alluring. When my eyes returned to hers after their brief exploration over her body, she was smiling more warmly. Not her normal, open, cheerful smile but closer than the tight, self-conscious one she'd greeted me with. Maybe she appreciated that I was openly checking her out? I wasn't leering or staring—I don't do that. But I wasn't being sneaky about it at all. I intended it to be complimentary, and it seemed that was how she'd taken it. "You're so sweet," she said softly. "I guess I can go like this then. If you're sure . . . " She trailed off and gave a slow turn, allowing me to view her bottom in all its glory, the skin-tight fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made it hard to keep my hands off her. I could see her panty lines like I had the day before, and these panties were cut even higher. Once she was facing me again, Danielle looked eager for my response. "Oh yeah. I'm sure," I replied sincerely. "But I want you to be comfortable." "I will be," she said cheerfully. She grabbed her purse and I stepped aside to let her exit her apartment. We kept the conversation light on the way to the bar. It was a bar close by called Malone's—the one I usually went to with my coworkers. I ordered a beer for each of us, chose a vacant booth, and we settled in across from each other to drink. Danielle turned out to be a fun drinking companion. The age difference between us didn't seem to factor in at all. We talked and joked around like we'd been friends for years rather than weeks. She still seemed nervous at first, giggling a lot and fidgeting with her bottle. She started to loosen up after her second drink. She put her hands over mine and leaned in as much as she could with the table in the way. "You're always so nice to me," she said. "Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. "So nice," she repeated, not answering my question. "And so patient with me, even when I'm a screw up." "I don't think you're ever a screw up." She kept talking, again not acknowledging what I'd said. Either she was already getting drunk or she'd rehearsed this and didn't want to deviate from her mental script. I suspected it was a little of both, so I decided to just listen to her. She gave my hands another squeeze as she spoke. "You're a good guy Brad. You treat people good. You treat me good. I like that." Her eyes met mine and she finished with, "I like you." There was a sort of gravity to her words and I got the impression she was trying to convey more than she was able to say. "I like you too," I replied, keeping it simple. "Good. I'm glad," she said cheerfully, looking relieved. "I'll be right back. Ladies room." She got up and I watched her walk away, her sexy plump ass moving under her snug tights. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was having fun. And that was a nice change after the Brianna mess. Thinking of her threatened to ruin my good mood. Danielle, although only a couple of years older than Brianna, was vastly different from her. Pure in her emotions, up front with what she was feeling . . . even though it felt like there was still a lot she wasn't saying, I didn't get the impression she was holding back due to deceit. It didn't feel like she had an agenda. The two girls were like night and day. My only hesitation was due to my own issues, not any warning signals I was picking up on. Danielle had yet to raise any red flags or make me uncomfortable. It felt like I could really try with her. This thought made me feel worse. How could I even entertain those kinds of thoughts? Just two days before I'd fucked Brianna in the ladies room at work, after telling her we were done. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, she was still engaged! This time I'd been aware of her relationship status, and I'd still fucked her. That wasn't something I could forgive myself for. I was a horrible person. I then had an extremely vivid flashback of how I'd teased her, spanked her, then fucked her hard in her apartment. Covered her with jizz and slinked away without even a text later that night. I wasn't just a horrible person . . . I felt I was becoming a monster. One with very bad judgement and poor self-control. If I tried to build something with Danielle, I would only ruin it. Worse, I'd ruin her. I couldn't do this. I had to think of some way to bow out without hurting her. "What's wrong?" Danielle asked. She'd come back with fresh beers and I'd been so intent on my brooding that I hadn't noticed. "You look upset," she said, setting down our bottles and sitting down. This time she sat next to me instead of returning to her seat across the table. Our legs were touching, her hand was on my thigh, and her tone was worried. "Did something happen?" "No, no," I said quickly. "Sorry. I just got lost in thought." "Well," she said, her face close to mine, "they didn't seem like very good thoughts. What can I do to cheer you up?" "You're doing fine," I told her. "I'm having a good time. Really." "Oh good! So am I," she said, her hand up on my shoulder now. She was hanging onto me and it felt nice. Comfortable. I put my worries out of my mind and went back to enjoying my time with her. She looked so happy and I didn't want to disappoint her. She stayed next to me through the third and fourth drinks. When I returned from my own visit to the restroom, I sat next to her without prompting, just wanting to keep being close to her. We had shots, and by then she was clearly drunk. She was laughing louder than before, swerving as she walked to the ladies room. She almost missed her mouth when she brought her bottle up for a drink. I few times I had to grab her to stop her from falling out of the booth. I'm sure the first time was accidental, alcohol-induced incoordination. But the next couple times just may have been on purpose. I was getting pretty close to drunk myself, and wondered if I'd remembered to have dinner. I was pretty sure I'd forgotten because of my nerves. Oops. I'm not sure what time it was when we decided to leave, but I know it was pretty late. I called us a cab and we waited outside the bar for it, sitting on the curb with my arm around her shoulders and her face nestled in my chest. It was comfortable. The whole night had been. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had so much fun, and knew it was all because my night had been spent with her. When we were settled into the back of the cab I started to give the driver Danielle's address, but she nudged me. "Could we go back to your place? Just for a little bit?" "Sure," I told her, without really thinking about it. I didn't really want the night to end anyway. I gave the driver my address instead and before long I was leading her into my house, helping her to stay steady. My head had started to clear by then, but I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol. And she still looked pretty wasted. We sat on my couch, talking about our night and some of the coworkers we'd seen there. We were sitting close, leaning on each other. Through the course of the night our friendship had become the touchy-feely sort. "I had fun," she told me, squeezing my knee. "I did too. You're a good drinking partner." "I am? Sorry, I should have warned you, I get sort of silly when I drink," she said, apologetically. "You were fine," I said, putting my hand on hers. "I thought it was cute." "I think you're cute," she said softly, her face even closer to mine. I looked at her lips, slightly pursed, soft-looking and inviting. She wasn't smiling anymore—her expression was intense. I realized we were about to kiss and I pulled back both my hand and my face. I looked away and ran my fingers through my hair, breathing deeply. I had to stop this. It wasn't right. She was drunk. "Brad? You okay? What's wrong? Did I say something?" she asked, sounding worried again. "No, it's okay," I told her. My voice sounded rough to my ears and I consciously tried to soften it. I was burning with lust . . . being this close to her was a bad idea. I wanted so badly to lay her down on the couch, put my hands all over her sexy body. I stood up, not looking at her. "I just . . . we can't do this." "Do what?" she asked. I wasn't picking up on any confusion in her voice. She sounded like she knew what I meant and just wanted me to say it. "You know. We've been drinking and I don't want us to regret anything. That's all." I didn't know how to explain it without coming right out and saying it . . . it felt like putting it into words would make it inescapable. I was sure she understood anyway. "I wouldn't," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Regret." Then louder, "You want me to go? I could go." She stood up too, looking around. She found her purse on the floor where she'd dropped it on the way to the couch. "I should go," she said, sounding more definite now that she was standing up. She almost fell over when she leaned to grab her purse, but she steadied herself. "Where are my shoes?" she muttered, looking around the room. Office Hazards Ch. 03 Knowing I was making a new regret, I said what was on my mind. "You don't have to. It's late. You can stay if you want." "Really?" she asked, meeting my eyes with hers. I couldn't read her tone. Surprised? Hopeful? It seemed to be close to one of those. "Sure," I said, drawing closer and putting my arm around her shoulders. "You can take my bed. Here, I'll help you up the stairs." "Okay," she said, leaning into me and wrapping her arm around my waist. When we got upstairs she asked where the bathroom was. I opened the bathroom door for her and she stepped in, wobbling when she left my support. "You're going to have to do this part yourself," I told her, earning a giggle from her. While she was in the bathroom I flicked on my bedroom light and turned down the bed for her. I kicked a pile of dirty clothes under the bed, wishing my house cleaning earlier that day had extended to my room. I hadn't intended on bringing her into my room, though, even without me joining her. I was just getting the spare pillow and blanket from my closet for my night crashing on the couch when Danielle entered the room. I watched her walk to the bed, my mouth agape. While in the bathroom, she must have removed her tights . . . she was now in her small panties that exposed the bottoms of her ass cheeks, her long legs bare. At the edge of the bed, her back still turned to me, she did that girl trick of taking off her bra without removing her blouse. Her bra and panties were both lacy and pink, a matching set. I hadn't expected to see so much skin, and if I'd known I would have retreated back downstairs before she returned. My negligible willpower had been severely tested as it was, even without seeing this much of her. My unwanted erection strained at my jeans uncomfortably. I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her alluring body. "I like your room!" she said loudly, almost falling as she climbed onto the bed. She stayed where she was for a few long seconds, swaying like she was about to topple over. "Ohh, dizzy," she exclaimed, her brown and red hair hanging down on the pillow. Danielle was on all fours on my bed and I had gone beyond tempted. I could see the bulge of her plump pussy lips through the thin material of her panties. Then she crawled up to the pillow and flopped over, stretching her legs out. I crossed the room to her, struggling with myself. I knew if I were to crawl into bed she wouldn't stop me from joining her, and then things would happen. Things I logically knew would be mistakes. But she looked so sexy lying back on my bed, legs slightly parted, arms at her sides. Her big breasts were pushing out her blouse, her big nipples hard and clearly visible. I reached down, my hand hesitating for a moment over those round, perfect breasts. I could just imagine what it would feel like to run my hands over them, squeeze them, brush my thumbs over those perky nipples . . . Then I reached over her to grab the corner of the blanket and draw it over her. She blinked her blue eyes at me, giving me a look that I can best describe as nakedly horny. "You could join me you know, Brad," she invited, her voice soft and seductive. I smiled down at her and leaned down, lightly kissing her forehead. Her hair smelled nice. I stood back up and gave her shoulder a tender squeeze, gently saying, "I know. Sleep well Danielle." She smiled back at me, but she looked disappointed. I was feeling the same way. I left the room, flicking off the light and pulling the door until it was only open a crack. I felt low as I carried the blanket and pillow down to the couch. I readied myself for bed in the downstairs bathroom, reeling regretful, but knowing I'd made the right decision. I would have regretted it even more had I joined her in my bed. I knew that, couldn't deny it, but having that knowledge didn't make me feel any better. 'She called me a good guy,' I reminded myself as I sulked to the couch, stripped off my shirt and pulled off my pants. In just my boxers I lay down on the couch, covering myself up and hoping sleep would come quickly. Hoping I'd feel better in the morning. It took a long time for sleep to overtake me . . . I kept remembering how she'd looked on all fours in my bed and my erection would come back full-force, making me feel ashamed of myself. I knew I would go right to sleep if I jerked off, but that felt wrong. I don't remember falling asleep, but I'll never, ever forget waking up. It was my creaky stairs that woke me. Danielle was moving slowly, trying to be quiet, but my stairs had a horrible creak that was hard to avoid. Still drifting between sleep and wakefulness, I watched her cross the room quietly, seeing only her silhouette in the dim moonlight that came in through my slightly parted curtains. I stayed still, having trouble staying awake. All the alcohol had made me drowsy. I wondered what she was doing, figuring she couldn't sleep, or wanted to ask me something. It had to be innocent. Then she crossed between me and the window and I was drifting again. If it had ended there I probably would have awakened in the morning thinking it was all a dream. But it was far from over. I woke again to a pleasant sensation. My eyes opened a crack and I could see Danielle in the shadows, kneeling next to the couch. She had pulled down the blanket and was gently rubbing my penis through my shorts. After a few careful strokes, she slipped her fingers in through the slit and wrapped her fingers around my growing cock. She gave it a couple of clumsy strokes. By then I was fully hard and she ran her fingertips slowly along the length of it like she was measuring it, from the head down to the base. I'm around six inches hard, so it wasn't a terribly long trip, but she took her time with it, making a sighing sound. I was careful to not make any sounds, curious to see what she would do next. Then Danielle surprised me again. She pulled her hand out of my shorts and pulled her blouse over her head. Her naked tits were a couple of feet away from me—I could only see the silhouette of one side of her left breast. I could reach out and take it in my hand, it was that close, but that would betray the fact that I was awake. My head was still cloudy from sleep and alcohol, but I didn't want to spook her by making any sudden moves. Danielle then stood and pulled her panties down. She slid them over her ample hips and thighs, down to her feet where she stepped out of them. As she did, I got a wafting scent of her arousal . . . she was turned on and wet. Knowing this made me even hotter. What was she planning? She knelt by the side of the couch again and was still for a moment. (Pondering her next move?) Then she reached up to the slit of my shorts and spread it open with her index finger and thumb. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly reached in and pulled my erection out into the open. She gave me a few slow strokes and then let out a low moan. Through my slitted eyes I could just barely see her other hand moving between her legs. She was touching herself! I couldn't believe it was happening. Sweet, shy Danielle was stroking my cock with one hand and pleasuring herself with the other . . . while she thought I was asleep! I never would have expected this kind of behavior from her. I supposed I should have felt violated, but I was extremely turned on by the situation. Let me explain . . . one of my secret fantasies, one I never admitted to, was being taken advantage of. I never talked about that one with my girlfriends, since it seemed strange (and maybe a little twisted) to me. So I could only imagine how someone else would take it. Despite how they made me feel, sometimes these fantasies would creep in . . . a girl getting so wild with lust that she takes over and dominates me. Maybe has to hold me down a little to get what she wants. Not that I would struggle. Brianna had somewhat played into those fantasies, pushing me down and climbing on top of me in the back seat of my car . . . sucking me off while I was working so I couldn't protest . . . dragging me into the ladies room and mounting me . . . the only time where I took control was in her apartment. That time was a more drastic version of how I usually am. Most of the time in sex I'm in control, driving the experience, taking the dominant role. But I always wondered what it would be like to be the one dominated. For all the headaches and stress she'd caused me, Brianna had given me that. Maybe that's why I'd gotten so hooked. And now Danielle was giving me more of it. She was taking advantage of me being asleep (or so she thought) to play with my cock and make herself cum. I wondered if that was all the further she would go? I soon found out she wanted more. Danielle moaned again, then whispered, "Brad, wake up. Please." Another moan and her hands moved faster. I could hear sexy wet sounds as her fingers moved on her pussy. "Mmm. What—ohh. What do I have to—mmm—do to get you to wake up?" Her words were coming out soft and breathless between moans. Still I managed to stay quiet. Then she stepped it up. She stopped stroking me, her right hand gripping the base of my erection firmly. With her left hand still rubbing between her legs, she ducked her head and suddenly my cock was wet with her saliva. She took me in her mouth as far as she could with her fingers encircling me. I gasped at the sensation and she pulled me out of her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of my rod. Back in again and this time I couldn't hold back the moan. What she was doing felt too good to stay silent. She gave a muffled moan of her own and the hand holding me tightened. She bobbed her head a couple of times in quick succession and I moaned again, gasping out, "Ohh, Danielle," in a low tone. I'm not sure what did it—what she was doing to me or to herself, or the sounds I'd made, the fact that I called her name . . . or maybe it was all of it. All of a sudden the suction of her mouth increased and my cock vibrated with the muffled moan she let out. She quivered all over and her left hand stopped moving. She let go of my cock, both her hand and mouth releasing as she let out her breath in a long, shaky sigh of relief. I reached down and took her left wrist, bringing her hand up to my mouth. The smell of her womanhood was much stronger than before, clinging to her soaked middle and index fingers. I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking her juices off of them greedily. I let go of her hand and she stood, swaying a little as she regained her balance. I lifted my ass and pulled my shorts halfway down, looking up at her. I wished I could see her better, could see what expression was on her face. Then Danielle was crawling on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs, her wet slit rubbing the length of my aching cock. She ran her hands over my chest and leaned her face down, pressing her lips against the corner of my mouth. I turned my face so our mouths were able to meet and we were kissing, a wet and lustful kiss. She brought her hands up to either side of my face, her tongue thrusting into my mouth and licking my tongue. I kissed her back just as passionately, my pent-up desire for her finally having an outlet. I ran my hands over her sides, up to her tits, finally able to touch them. They were big and soft, their weight pressing down on my eager palms as they dangled down. Danielle moaned in my mouth as I ran my hands over her beautiful breasts, the kiss ending as abruptly as it had begun. "God, Danielle," I whispered. "You're so sexy." "I want you so bad," she whispered back. I'm not sure why we were whispering, but it felt right to, on my couch in the darkness. "I want you too," I told her. That seemed to be what she was waiting for. She rocked atop me, getting my hard cock slick with the wetness seeping between her lower lips. She wiggled, rubbing the head against her clit, the sensation making us both moan softly. Then she reached down and aimed me for her slit, settling down onto it with a louder moan as I slipped into her crevice. She was even wetter inside . . . and tight. So tight. (Tighter than Brianna had been, but this was only a fleeting thought, my attention being focused on what Danielle was doing.) My hands kept groping her tits as she started moving on top of me. Now that we were so close I could see her a little better and she looked so hot, her hair tousled, her mouth open and letting out regular moans. Her hands were back on my chest as she fucked me, sliding my entire length in and out of her pussy with a steady, insistent rhythm. The friction of her tight hole felt so good, and I wondered how long I could last. Danielle cried out loudly, her fingers clenching in my chest hair, quivering again like she had while she was sucking me off . . . it seemed to be how she came—with her whole body shaking from the force of her orgasm. It was so strong she stopped moving for almost a minute, keeping me lodged deep inside. When the shaking stopped, she went back to fucking me, slower now. My hands moved down to her round hips and around to clutch at her soft, tender ass. It felt just as amazing as I'd imagined. Holding onto her ass, I thrust up against her, driving even deeper inside and she cried out again, giving the same quiver that told me she was cumming a second time. I thrust up again and again, wanting to keep her going, wanting to give her as much pleasure as I could. When her quivers stopped she fucked me back, falling into a rhythm opposite my thrusts. Our moans and groans became an erotic chorus of raunchy sex sounds. I knew I couldn't last much longer—the sounds she was making were so fucking sexy, and coupled with our hard and steady rhythm, a rhythm we'd found together. All of it was drawing me quickly to a huge explosion. It was so good . . . it was beyond any sexual experience I'd had. I stopped thrusting and held onto her waist, letting her take over as she chased a third orgasm. "Danielle," I gasped desperately, "I'm gonna cum." "Oh yes. Yes!" she cried excitedly, fucking me even harder. "I can't hold back," I told her, wondering if I should lift her off of me. But she was holding me down, her hands pushing on my chest, her thighs bearing in on my hips, moving wildly atop me. "Yes," she said as her quivers started. "Yes Brad, cum for me!" Then she was climaxing and I was too, bellowing with the pleasure as my cock spasmed inside her, unloading everything I had into her depths. Her movements slowed and then stopped as I gave my last spurt, the pleasure still spreading through me. Her quivers stopped and she lay her head on my chest, both of us breathing hard from the workout we'd just had. After a minute or so, she lifted her face and kissed me softly. "Oh. My. God," she breathed. "That was even better than I thought it would be." "Yeah, it was," I agreed. Then I remembered, and added, "Um, I came in you." "Oh, I know," she said, matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to stop. I'm on birth control, so I think it'll be okay." I breathed a sigh of relief. I believed it when Danielle said it. She'd never given me any reason to doubt her. "Oh, okay." "I, um, should probably get off you now, huh?" she asked. Strangely enough, her usual shy tone was back. I found it sweet and endearing that the girl could still be shy while she was lying naked on top of me, my penis still deep inside her. "Sorry if I'm too heavy." "You're not at all," I told her, running my hands over her side to her bottom. Her weight felt good bearing down on me, and her body felt perfect. "But I suppose we should get up. I think I will join you in the bed now." "Oh, good," she said, happily. My cock had started to get soft inside her and flopped out as she clumsily climbed off of me. Getting up too, I led her up the stairs, my arm around her soft shoulders. I couldn't believe what we'd just done, but I was too tired to think about it yet. Danielle went into the bedroom while I ducked into the bathroom to pee and clean up. When I stepped into my room, she was under the covers, eyes closed, breathing steadily. I guessed cumming so much tired her out. I stood and watched her for a few seconds, then turned out the light and climbed into bed next to her. As soon as I was lying still, she rolled over and snuggled into me, making a happy sigh. I wrapped my arm around her and before long I was asleep too. When I opened my eyes again, the morning sun was starting to light up the room. Danielle was sitting on the edge of the bed. My eyes traced the lines and curves of her body, down her back to her pillowy buttocks. I reached out and traced one finger down her spine, smiling at the shudder my action caused. She turned her face to me, her expression uncertain. Swinging her legs back up onto the bed, she lay on her back. She crossed her arms over her breasts and pulled the blanket up over her crotch. She softly said, "Brad, I'm sorry. I know you said—" I leaned over her, interrupting her words with a kiss. It was a sweeter and gentler kiss than we'd shared on my couch, the result of a sudden urge I couldn't ignore. She looked so cute and vulnerable lying there, covering herself shyly in the morning light even after all we'd shared a few hours earlier. I didn't know what was going on any more than she did, but I did know I wanted to reassure her, make her feel better. And be inside her again . . . that was one of the biggest things I wanted at that moment—under the blanket I was growing quickly, turned on by the first look I'd gotten of her sexy, voluptuous body in the light. Danielle kissed me back, silenced for the time being, giving in to the insistence of my mouth. I caressed the side of her face with my hand, running it down her neck to her chest. She moved her hands aside as I approached her breasts and I slid my palm over the swell of her left breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple. My lips left hers, travelling down her neck, making the short trip to replace my hand on her breasts. I licked her nipple, circling it with my tongue, then drawing it into my mouth where I suckled it gently. Danielle's nipples were big and sensitive. The sounds she made as I attended to one breast and then the other turned me on even more. Her moans were soft and sweet . . . I wished I could see her face, see the pleasure there, but I had other plans. I was going to explore the body I'd been discretely appraising for almost two months. So, giving her tits one last squeeze, one in each hand, my mouth ran lower, over the soft bulge of her belly until I reached her crotch. I pulled the blanket down as I approached, then ran my hands over her broad hips to her thighs. My lips ran through the soft, curly mat of her light-brown pubic hair. I lay kisses on her right thigh, gently spreading her legs apart just enough so I could continue to her inner thighs. I could smell her enticing womanly aroma once her legs were spread, but held back from the source, my wanderings not yet done. I caressed Danielle's right leg from her full thigh down to her shapely lower legs, before moving on to do the same to the left. I then kissed her left inner thigh, opening her legs even wider, watching as her pretty pussy lips parted for me. My kisses moved inward and I started to involve my tongue, licking around the area, lightly at first, then with increased attention to her rapidly moistening pussy. I spread her lips more with the thumb and index finger of my left hand, running the index of my right up and down her slit, lightly, barely touching. My tongue dipped inside and I pulled it back out, tasting her wetness, sampling it. I knew how sweet her cum was from the previous night, and was excited thinking of the better taste I was about to get. The anticipation of bringing her to one of her sweet, quivering orgasms had my cock throbbing. Office Hazards Ch. 03 I ran my tongue up to the top of her crevice, letting it dart to and fro around the hard nub of her clit. She had a fat little button, and it was even more sensitive than her nipples—the indirect stimulation of just the tip of my tongue was making her small moans louder. I slowly slipped my finger between her slick lips and into her depths. At the same time I gave her a firm lick right on her extruded clit. The combined sensations drew a cry of mingled surprise and pleasure from my lovely friend. Her cry fell into a long, trembling moan and she whispered, "Ohhh Brad. Yesss. Feels sooo good . . . " Then another moan as more of my finger slipped in and my tongue gave another full-on lick. I pulled my finger halfway out then slid it back in, starting a steady rhythm and matching it with my tongue. Gradually I increased the rhythms of both my tongue and finger, my left hand sliding beneath her clenching ass. It wasn't too long before her moans told me she was ready for more. My finger started moving faster, my tongue lashing against her tender nub, my left hand squeezing and groping her ass cheeks. Her thighs were clenching and releasing, her moans coming faster as she drew closer to climax. I looked up and saw Danielle's hands gripping her big tits, clutching them, pinching her own nipples. Her belly was rising and falling with her panting breaths, jiggling with the pistoning movement of my finger as it penetrated her non-stop. My tongue attacked her clit fiercely and I saw her tummy tighten. Her moan lengthened, her hands gripped her tits tightly, and her thighs pressed in on me. She started those powerful orgasm tremors, her body thrumming with them. My finger was bathed in fresh wetness and I pulled it out, my tongue dropping to replace it. I thrust my tongue into her hole, collecting her sweet flow of fluids. When the quivers stopped, her body slowly relaxed. I rose up onto my hands and knees, looking down at her. Danielle looked so alluring lying there, her face flushed, her hair messy from sleep, her supple body bared to my curious eyes. She looked back up at me, her big blue eyes showing concern. Her fingers twitched for the blanket, one hand already over her pussy. Smiling warmly at her, I moved her hands gently away and looked her from top to bottom and back again. Some of the worry left her face as she took in my look of appreciation. "Danielle, you're so beautiful," I said, leaning down to give her another kiss. Her hands clutched my biceps, pulling me over. Following where she wanted me to go, I climbed over and knelt between her legs. Smoothing the tangled hair back from her forehead, I looked at her face one more time. Her eyes were filled with need. "Please," she whispered, biting her lip. She didn't have to finish it . . . I knew she was asking me to enter her, to fuck her. I reached down and ran my cock head up, then back down, brushing against her clit before going lower and finding her soaked vaginal opening. Her legs were spread wide for me, her lips agape to allow me entrance. I went slow, but with how wet she was I slid in quickly, filling her up almost all the way in one movement. "God Danielle," I wheezed. "You're so tight." I pressed in a little more, getting a bit deeper inside her. Danielle moaned, wrapping her arms around me. "Oh yes. Yes," she breathed, tilting her hips and pressing her crotch against mine. I pulled out and thrust back in, slow but hard. It felt so good to be inside her, on top this time, able to direct my motions. Kinks about being dominated aside, I loved being the man, showing my strength and intensity of my need. I wanted so badly to make her cum again. I'd never before seen a girl who came so hard and so often, and I loved it. I couldn't get enough. Neither could she. "Yes, yes," she said over and over, dropping her arms to holding legs up with her hands, bucking along with my thrusts, our bodies moving together perfectly. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face showing the building tension inside her. I started fucking her even harder, plunging inside her delicious tightness, my hands planted on either side of her body, under her outspread arms. Her lovely, soft tits bounced against my arms, rocking with our movements. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," she hummed, bucking harder to meet my inward thrusts. And then she was cumming, her body vibrating under me. She cried out with it, her hands coming up and gripping my clenching ass, her nails digging into me. I fucked her even harder as she came, getting as deep as I could, using my entire length on her. I knew I was close—her sounds and body were so sexy that I just couldn't hold back anymore. I moaned along with her as I plunged headlong into my own orgasm, keeping my thrusts up as my cock tightened and she started her quivers up again, cumming along with me. I gave out a long, deep moan and my orgasm burst forth, my load shooting forcefully from me into her depths. I gave a couple more thrusts and I kept spasming, more and more semen pouring from me into her waiting pussy. I stayed inside her as we came down from our respective orgasms. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at me, her face still burning with the pleasure she'd had . . . the pleasure I'd given her. "That was amazing," I told her. I wanted to kiss her, but it felt strange to, now that we weren't gripped by lust. "Yeah," she agreed, smiling at me. She looked like she wanted to say more and even opened her mouth, only to close it again. I pulled out of her and rolled onto one side, still breathing hard. Danielle pushed herself up into a sitting position. "Could I, um, use your shower?" she asked. Her face looked red, and I wasn't sure if it was from the vigors of sex or if she was blushing. "Of course. Towels are on the rack. I'll make us some coffee." I sat up myself and stretched. What a way to wake up! "You really were incredible," she said softly. She wasn't looking at me, but she was smiling. "So were you," I told her, giving her leg a little squeeze. "Thanks," she said quietly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing. I watched her as she left the room, wanting to remember how she looked. I had a strong certainty that what we'd done wouldn't happen again. We'd jumped into this way too quickly and we both would have a lot of thinking to do. As I crawled across the bed, I avoided the big wet spot in the middle. We'd soaked the bed . . . some of it was hers, from when I'd eaten her out. There was a thick glob of my own sperm in the middle of it, though, from where it had run out of her when I'd pulled my cock out. Even the mess we'd made was sexy . . . it was a visual reminder of the passion we'd shared. I pulled on some clothes and went downstairs to brew some coffee. It was ready and I was pouring it into two mugs when Danielle came downstairs, wearing one of my tee shirts and her tights from the night before. I remembered that her blouse and panties were in my living room where she'd taken them off in the middle of the night. The thought that she was bare under the tights made my tired cock stir. She was drying her hair with one of my towels, looking cute and preoccupied. I knew the feeling—I'd spent her shower brooding, wondering how the talk was going to go. Because I knew there was going to be a talk. We sat quietly across from each other at my kitchen table, sipping our coffee. I still didn't know how to begin. To my surprise, she started. "Brad, I want to apologize. I tried to earlier but . . . you know." Her cheeks burned red at the memory of my interruption. She cleared her throat and went on. "I didn't mean to push. I know it was wrong of me to come down here and . . . touch you . . . while you were asleep. I'm ashamed of how I acted. I don't have an excuse. It sounds stupid to blame the alcohol. Everyone does that and I think it's usually a lie when they do." I nodded. I believed the same thing. Alcohol lowered your defenses, made it easier to justify your urges, but it didn't make you do things you didn't want to do. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you came down." She tipped her eyes up to mine for a second before dropping them back to her coffee, blushing harder and smiling a little. "It was good. Not gonna pretend it wasn't. But it was wrong." "A mistake?" I asked, thinking that was what she was getting at. "No. Well, maybe. I mean, I don't think I regret it? Maybe a little. I think . . . I guess it happened a little too fast." "I think so too," I said reluctantly. I wasn't going to admit to her that I wanted to do it again. Over and over until the sun set and it was time to go back to sleep. "I like you," she said, and then fell silent. "I like you too," I echoed, feeling lame. I didn't know what else to say, though. "But . . . " Danielle hesitated more, then blurted out, "but what about that blonde girl? The one who's always at your cubicle? And I saw her get out of your car once before work. She was at the bar that night you had your late call and didn't show up. She talked about you a lot and said you were good friends. She glared at me." "That's Brianna. We're . . . well, I can't say we're just friends because we really aren't anymore. She got weird and I broke off the friendship. But we're not dating if that's what you're asking." "She's . . . pretty," she said softly, her hands toying with her coffee mug. "She's nothing compared to you," I told her, and meant it. Danielle didn't respond, but she did smile, blushing a little. "I wanted to . . . I don't know what I wanted," she said, sounding frustrated. "I've wanted to go out with you ever since you started training me. Guess I wanted more than that." Her eyes widened and she raised her face to look at me, something seeming to occur to her. "I'm not like this!" she said quickly. "I don't want you thinking I do . . . this sort of thing. I don't. Or at least I didn't before you." "I know," I assured her. "I don't either. Usually." "I wish . . . I wish it had happened normally. Like, after the third date. That's when it's supposed to happen, right?" I shrugged. "I guess." She didn't say more, so I said, "So we need to slow it down. I agree. But I still want to be your friend." "I'm not saying slow. I don't know what I'm saying," she said hopelessly. "I'm so confused." "It's a lot to process. We don't have to figure it all out at once." She nodded, and the conversation was over. I knew there would be more, but we had the start anyway. After we finished our coffee, I called us a cab. She fetched her clothes and I told her to keep my shirt. We took the cab back to the bar and I offered to drive her home in my car. She shook her head and said, "No, I'll take the cab the rest of the way." I tried to pay, but she waved me off, saying I'd gotten most of the drinks, so this was only fair. After a moment of hesitation I hugged her and it felt awkward. After we parted I spent the rest of my day doing more brooding. I never expected our drink date would turn into us fucking like maniacs. I never suspected such a wild sexual woman was lurking in my quiet, sweet coworker. I had no idea how to feel about how things had turned out, or what it would be like to work with her after we'd seen each other naked, made each other cum. I thought I'd been conflicted with Brianna . . . but at least with her I knew I didn't want to pursue anything. With Danielle I was completely torn, and she seemed to be too. I enjoyed spending time with her. The sex had been earth-shattering. But this morning had been awkward and strained. After we fucked for the second time, we didn't even touch. (Except for the hug before she got back into the cab, which had felt weird and forced.) She'd seemed to be just as confused as me over coffee, if not more so. I got the impression from what she'd said that the previous night had been a moment of weakness for her, where she'd given in to her lust and moved more quickly than she planned. I knew I should have been the responsible one. I should have stopped it before it went as far as it did. This was all my fault. I'd been selfish, and ruined what was starting to develop into a good friendship. I texted Danielle a couple times that Sunday and her too-brief responses took a long time to come. We didn't say much. We weren't sure what to say. I barely slept that night. Monday came and I went into work, exhausted and nervous. I didn't know what to expect. Would things be weird? Had she been doing as much thinking as I had been? Could we go back to being friends, letting things progress naturally? Did either of us want things to progress? I thought I did, but I wasn't sure if they should. I walked by her desk on my way to get coffee and she glanced up. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked back to her computer. My mood sank even lower. She couldn't even look at me now. The rest of the week continued in much the same way. On Wednesday, she came to my desk to ask me a question about a call. "Sorry," she started with, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else but in my cubicle. "No one else was available, so I figured I'd ask you." Ouch. She'd never felt the need to justify asking me a question before. To me that proved more than anything else that she didn't want to be anywhere near me. I helped her, she went back to her desk, and we didn't talk again until Friday. Throughout the week, Brianna continued her interference. After what had happened with Danielle, the younger girl's nonsense was even less welcome. She messaged me during work, angry that I'd changed my number without telling her. I didn't respond. She slowly walked by my desk at the beginning and ending of each shift. The creepiest part was when I left after a late call on Wednesday. I saw her still sitting in her car in the parking lot even though she'd gotten off work a half hour before. She was playing with her phone, but I knew she saw me. I knew she'd been waiting for me. That night I didn't go straight home, instead going to the market and picking up a few groceries. I didn't see her there. I didn't know for sure that she would follow me home to find out where I lived, but I was worried still the same. Was she really gearing up to stalk me? Or was she just making me paranoid? Either way, I spent a lot of time looking in my rear view mirror on the way home. After an irritating and depressing week, Friday finally arrived. After getting to work I got an instant message from Danielle that just said, "You going to the bar tonight?" I'd forgotten that the after work drinking get-together at Malone's had been scheduled for that night. "Not sure," I responded. Was she asking because she wanted me to go, or because she would only go if I didn't? Why was I overthinking it? The minutes stretched on and finally she responded with, "If you do, I'll see you there." I didn't answer that one, but I decided to go after all. Maybe she wanted to talk. Or maybe drinks would get us past this awkwardness and back to being friends. Either way, I decided I needed to do something. We could barely talk now, and she was acting differently. Smiling less. Walking around with a closed-off air about her. That entire week she wore jeans and tee shirts, covering up her body. Not that she really showed much of it before, but the difference was noticeable. To me, anyway. Brianna walked by my desk again after work, but I was on a late call (of course) so I had an excuse to ignore her. During the brief glance I allowed myself I saw a glare on her face before she walked away. Twenty minutes into my call I got a text from Dennis. Which was weird. We didn't talk much. I faintly recalled giving him my number during one of our group drinking nights, but couldn't remember why. His text said, "Did you invite Brianna?" "No. Why?" I replied. "She's here and acting like a drunk ass. Just asking cause she's at your desk so much." "She's an idiot. Also she's not my friend," I told him, and the texts stopped. I felt even lower. Of course people had noticed her hanging around. They were talking. It wasn't easy to keep secrets around the office. Usually I couldn't care less what my coworkers thought, but I liked this job. I never wanted to become one of the rumors for the mill. I finally got off my call and rushed to Malone's. I hoped Danielle was still there and that Brianna was gone. It worried me to have both of them in the bar at the same time, for obvious reasons. They were both still there. I avoided Brianna's eye, nodded at Danielle, and made a beeline for the bar to get a beer. Brianna was standing next to a table and being loud, talking to a group of guys who didn't work with us. My drink in hand, I gave her a wide berth and went to the big tables where my coworkers were gathered. I said hi to a couple of them, but didn't sit down. Danielle was avoiding looking at me. She had two empty bottles in front of her. It wasn't long before she got up to get another one. I followed her. "Hey," I said after she'd ordered. "You made it," she replied, still not looking at me. "Yeah, figured I'd show up." I took a swig of my beer. "Having a good time?" She shrugged, taking a drink from her own bottle. I wished I knew what was going on in her head. I wished I knew how to ask. I had no idea what to say, how to make things better. Still without looking at me, she frowned and went back to her seat at one of the tables. I lurked on the edge of things, drinking and watching everyone. Then I got another beer and sat at the far end of a vacant table, away from Danielle. Shortly after I sat down she went for another drink. She was walking a little wobbly, looking miserable. It worried me to see her drinking so much. Not that I had much of a frame of reference for her. I glanced over at Brianna. She was wandering the room, convincing guys to buy her drinks, dancing to whatever was on the juke box, playing with her phone, striking up conversations with people. I noticed that Danielle hadn't come back. She was still over by the bar. I got up and went to her, tired of being in the dark as to what was going on. "I know things are weird, and I'm sorry for that," I told her right away. "I don't want things to be like this. I want to know how to make it better." She finally looked up at me, her frown deepening. "I don't know how," was all she said. "I know we can't go back to how we were. But if you tell me what's wrong, maybe we can figure something out." I sounded desperate to my own ears, but I was frustrated and tired of feeling like I'd somehow messed everything up. "I hate this," I finished, letting some of my frustration out in my voice. She was looking away again and drained half her beer before answering. "I just feel uncomfortable." "I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way," I told her. I wanted to keep her talking. This was progress. Better than the silent treatment anyway. She looked at me for a second and then finished her drink. "That's not what I meant. You're not doing anything wrong. It's just how I feel. I did something dumb and I gotta accept that." "Dumb," I echoed. That hurt more than I expected it to. During coffee the morning after, she hadn't come right out and said it was a mistake. But this, I figured, was her saying that. "Yeah. Real dumb. 'scuse me. I'll be back." Danielle set her empty bottle on the bar and started walking towards the bathroom. I watched her go, feeling like I couldn't possibly sink any lower. What had I done? I figured, from her point of view, that I was a crush, I gave in to her, and now I was a regret. I didn't crawl into bed with her right away, and she'd initiated it that night, but I could have stopped her. When you came right down to it, ultimately I had taken advantage of her. Maybe that's not entirely accurate, but I'm not here to justify my behavior, or explore the moral implications of having sex with a drunk girl. I'm just telling what happened and where my head was at that night at the bar. I should have had control. I should have stopped it. I was supposed to be a good guy. Office Hazards Ch. 03 While I was moping and trying to figure out what to say when Danielle came back, I heard Brianna's familiar husky voice from right behind me. "Heyyyy sexy. You done playing with that girl? Ready for a woman now?" "By my estimation, you're younger than her. Both in age and maturity. What the hell do you want, Brianna?" "You know what I want," she said, ignoring my insult. She stepped in front of me and leaned on the bar, trying to look casual and flirty. Maybe it was my mood, but I thought she failed. "No," I told her, turning away and leaning my back against the bar. "I don't think I do." "Playing hard to get, huh?" she said, once again stepping to stand in front of me. She reached down and grabbed my crotch clumsily through my pants. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand away. "Stop it," I said, through clenched teeth. "Oh, come on Brad," she said, her voice missing sultry and moving more into whiny territory. "You know you want it." "Go home to your guy," I told her, crossing my arms. She pouted a little, the effect not working at all coming from a grown woman. "But he's not any good. He doesn't last long and never makes me cum. You know how to do it right." "Bad luck for you," I told her coldly. Brianna put her hands on her hips. "We both know you're going to fuck me, so just give in and do it. Let's go back to your place." "A, I don't want to fuck you. B, I don't want you knowing where I live." "How do you know I don't already?" she asked, her voice teasing. I felt a chill run down my spine at that. "Stay away from me Brianna. I'm not interested." "It's that chubby girl with the stupid hair, isn't it?" Brianna asked, her voice suddenly catty. "So you're fucking her now, is that it?" "My personal life is none of your business," I told her sharply, glaring at her. "And stop insulting my friend." I jabbed my finger at the space between us, firmly telling her, "I'm done. I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want YOU." That seemed to get through to her. Brianna's eyes flashed with anger and she took a step closer to me, loudly saying, "How DARE you treat me like this! I'm not some . . . some whore!" "You're not going to convince me with how you've been acting. Tell your fiancée you're not a whore." I felt great satisfaction at the look of shock on her face, and couldn't resist one more jab. "I hope he has someone on the side too." Brianna's face went from angry to furious. "He wouldn't dare!" "Oh, so you're the only one who gets to cheat? Does he have any idea who you really are?" I knew she wasn't going to get it, but I couldn't stop digging at her. Brianna huffed angrily and threw her hands up in the air. "You know what, Brad? You're not fucking worth it!" She turned on her heel and froze. I froze too when I saw who she was looking at. Danielle, at some point, had come out of the ladies room and was standing a couple feet from us at the corner of the bar, her eyes huge. Brianna looked her up and down, making a scoffing noise. "So he fucked you too—so what? You think that makes you special? You'll never be special. You'll always be second best to girls like me." Danielle didn't respond and Brianna stomped away, to where I didn't see or care. I was watching my friend's face. She turned her head slowly to look at me, her face falling from shock to sadness. Her lip quivered and she swallowed hard. She turned and walked briskly back to the ladies room. "Danielle, wait," I called out, but she didn't stop. Sighing, I turned, finding some of my coworkers watching me from across the bar. I didn't know how much they'd overheard. One girl (I don't remember her name now, but she was fairly new to the job) was shaking her head, looking disapproving. Steve (a guy who started the same time as me) looked amused, and gave me a thumbs up, completely missing the point. A couple more quickly looked away, pretending they hadn't been watching. I felt humiliated and ordered another beer. Then I slinked off to an empty table across the room. Not long after I sat down Dennis came by, saying, "That was pretty dramatic, man." "Yeah," I agreed. "I made a mess of things." "So I gotta ask. It was Brianna that caused you to ask me about fucking a coworker, huh?" I nodded. "Figured. Well, I wish you'd been more specific then. I could've told you she was trouble. I've heard all sorts of stuff about her from Jenny." He looked a little uncomfortable and added, "Uh, you know Jenny over in Sales, right? She and I are friends." I nodded again, wondering if maybe he'd let something slip that he didn't mean to. I wondered if Jenny was the one . . . nah. Dennis looked off across the room and my eyes followed where he was looking. Brianna was cozying up to the table of guys I had seen her flirting with earlier. "She's sexy as hell, though." Dennis shook his head and added, "I don't know whether to envy you or pity you." "Pity all the way," I told him. He gave me a grim nod of agreement and went back to our coworkers. I finished my drink, half watching Brianna. Even though I was mad at her (or maybe because I was?) it was amusing to watch her sloppy flirting. At one point she actually tried to crawl under the table and yanked at one of the guy's zipper. He was trying to push her hand away and she banged her forehead on the table, ending up sliding to a sitting position before she crawled out and got up. The guys were laughing at her and she was mad again, red-faced and screeching at them. "I can't believe you had sex with her," came a soft voice from behind me. I spun, shocked to find Danielle standing there unsteadily. She had another nearly-empty bottle in her hand. The big surprise was the small smile on her face. "I thought you had better taste than that." I laughed, relieved to see her. "Sit down before you fall over," I told her, standing and pulling out a chair for her. I helped her into it and she finished her drink. "Guess I shoulda known, though," she said, slurring her words. "Known what?" I asked, sitting back down. "That you have no taste. You fucked ME." She laughed loudly, then clapped her hands over her mouth, looking around with big eyes. "I shouldn't have said that," she said in a too-loud whisper. "It's okay," I told her, amused, patting her arm. "No one heard. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm good. I feel good. I need another drink." She scooted her chair out to get up and almost pitched over onto the floor. I grabbed her around the shoulder and held her up. "That might not be such a good idea," I told her. "How many have you had?" She counted on her fingers, eyes cast up, lips moving silently. Then she looked at me seriously and answered with, "All of them." I couldn't help but laugh and after a moment she joined me. I still had my arm around her. When we stopped laughing, she put her lips up to my ear and said, "She was right about one thing." "What's that?" I asked. "You do know how to do it right," she whispered. Her breath was warm in my ear and made me tingle. I pulled back, smiling but concerned. "Danielle, I think you've had too much." "Noooo!" she said, trying to get up again. I held her in her seat, keeping her from getting up. "You're strong," she said, admiringly. "Sure am," I said, brushing a lock of red dyed hair from her eyes. "Please let me take you home." She blinked her unfocused eyes at me and smiled broadly. "Yeah, okay." I helped her up and led her slowly across the room. I'd lost track of where Brianna had gone, but we didn't run into her on the way. I'd only had two and a half beers, so I felt fine to drive. It wasn't far anyway. We didn't talk much on the drive back to her place. Danielle seemed to be lost in thought, but at least she didn't look miserable anymore. When we got to her apartment she was steadier, but she still leaned on me. She managed to fish her keys from her purse and unlock her door without much trouble. I helped her to her bathroom and located her kitchen, starting a pot of coffee. It was finished brewing before she joined me in the kitchen. She seemed more together. She'd scrubbed off her makeup, tied back her hair, and put on baggy comfortable-looking pajama pants and a matching button-up pajama shirt. She sat at the kitchen table and I set a mug of coffee down in front of her. I sat across from her with my own coffee and waited. She didn't talk until she'd taken her first sip and a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "For what? You don't have anything to—" "I acted stupid and got really drunk." She still wasn't fully steady and her eyes were still unfocused, but she did seem a little less wasted. "Hey, we all need to unwind. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I got you caught up in my craziness. Brianna was way out of line." "I don't want to talk about her," she said quickly. "I feel too good to talk about her. I'm still embarrassed, though." "Don't worry about it. Really. I don't think anyone noticed." "You did," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "Thank you for bringing me back here. And for the coffee. I feel better." "I'm happy I could help." "Could you do one more thing for me?" she asked, pushing her mostly empty mug away. "Of course." "Could you help me to my bed? My head is spinning and I think I need to lay down." I helped her up from her seat and wrapped my arm around her. She leaned into me and I let her lead us out of the kitchen, into the short hall, and to her room. I pulled back her covers and she crawled onto the bed, lying down and stretching out. She looked up at me and I had an unavoidable flashback to the previous Saturday, when I'd looked down at her the same way as she lay in my bed. Her eyes had lost the unfocused look and she was wearing an intense expression. She looked so sexy. "I . . . I should go," I said. But I made no move to leave. Her eyes still locked on mine, Danielle slowly and deliberately started unbuttoning her pajama top. I tried to keep looking in her eyes, but after a few buttons I couldn't help but drop my gaze lower. Another button, then another. More skin was being revealed. Once she undid the last one, she spread open the top and bared her big, round breasts to my sight. I was completely hard by then, and still had made no move towards the door. I looked back at Danielle's face and she was smiling now, just a slight smile, having seen the effect her actions were having on me. She reached down and pulled down her pajama bottoms, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties under them. She pulled one leg out, then the other, giving me a clear look at her pussy, the hair around it already slightly moist. She pulled her arms from her top and lay there before me, naked and not bothering to cover herself. "I should go," I said again, softer this time. I didn't convince either of us. Danielle gently shook her head no, just once one way and once the other, a look of need on her face. "No," she said, her voice as soft as mine. "You should stay." I was warring with myself. I knew I shouldn't stay. She was drunk. This had turned out badly before and everything was still complicated by the addition of sex to our friendship. But like I said before, not all of me listens to logic. Seeing I still needed convincing, Danielle sat up and hung her bare legs over the edge of her bed, reaching out and undoing my fly. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, my shorts going with them. As she pulled them down, she slid off her bed, dropping to her knees before me. My erect cock sprang forth, inches from her face. She caressed it with one hand, the other one reaching up to cup my balls. Holding my cock up, her tongue stuck out and licked the underside, all the way from the base to the head. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took me into her mouth. I looked down at her and groaned, watching my stiff prick disappear into her hot mouth inch by inch. Since I'd been so stressed and upset, I hadn't been jerking off. The last time I got off was Sunday morning, with her. I was pent up and feeling it now. Danielle pulled me out of her mouth, stroking my saliva-slick rod with her hand. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, "I want to make you cum with my mouth." Without waiting for a response, she took me back in, still looking up as she did. She brought her hands around to grip my ass and started blowing me harder, setting up a vigorous rhythm. "Ohh, shit Danielle," I groaned, my hand going to the back of her head. She hummed happily, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. The hum vibrated my cock as she sucked, increasing the pleasurable sensations. I gently guided her movements with my hand and saw her right hand drop to between her legs. Her tits were squished against my legs, pushing with each bob of her head. I wanted to hold back, let her cum first, but she looked so sexy like that—working my cock while smiling sweetly and playing with herself. I could feel the buildup and it was huge. "Danielle," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum. Ohh, you're gonna make me cum!" She made the humming sound again, her left hand on my ass holding me tighter against her as her bobbing movements sped up. Her suction increased and her tongue was rubbing against my cock as she tried to make me explode. With a loud moan I burst, stiffening more and starting to spasm in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and my sperm spurted from the corners of her mouth, splattering back on her cheeks and running down her chin. I spurted again and again. After her initial surprise, she started swallowing, getting most of my load down. I sighed, content, stroking her hair as she released me from her suction, blinking at me. "Wow," she said, panting. "Didn't expect it to be so much." She looked so dirty kneeling naked in front of me, my still-hard dick right in front of her mouth, cheeks red from exertion, my cum splattered on her face. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked at the smeared cum on her hand curiously. "I never finished a guy in my mouth before," she said, sounding apologetic. "Really?" I asked, surprised. "Yeah. I did okay?" she asked, the small smile back. "You know you did," I told her, my fingers trailing down the back of her head tenderly. "I'm so wet. That was hot," she said, standing. She sounded excited, turned on. She bit her lip and more softly she said, "It felt . . . dirty. Having your cum on my face, swallowing it." "It was hot as hell," I agreed, eyes travelling over her sexy bare body. "I want to be dirty for you. You like dirty girls, don't you?" I didn't know how to answer that, so I stayed silent. "I want to be a slut for you, Brad," she whispered. Then she turned and crawled on all fours onto her bed. With me still standing next to the bed she was on her hands and legs, looking over to me, her hair in her eyes. Her big tits hung down tantalizing me, begging to be touched. I reached over and held them. They were so soft and heavy. She moaned as my fingers brushed her hard nipples. I ran my hand over her soft belly, down between her legs to her warm, moist grove of curly pubic hair. When my fingers found her slit she was, indeed, wet. She writhed at first contact, making a sexy noise of encouragement. My fingers ran across her pussy lips, my palm cupping her mound. From this angle I was able to trail my finger through the wetness at her opening, dragging it up to her plump clit. I flicked her button, teased it, then back down, slipping my index finger inside her hole. She moaned and her voluptuous body jiggled as pleasure shot through her. I reached down with my left hand and rubbed her clit, moving my other hand in unison, my finger sliding in and out rhythmically. Danielle clutched her sheets and cried out, a huge orgasm rocking her curvy body. She humped my hands and cried louder, a second orgasm immediately following the first. She looked so damn good shuddering in pleasure. When her shudders stopped, I pulled my hands back, sucking on my soaked fingers. The scent and the taste of her had me wanting more. I was still rock hard, despite the incredible blowjob she'd given me. Danielle opened her eyes and they fixed on my erection hungrily. "I need it," she breathed. "Please." I stepped out of my jeans and pulled off my shirt, climbing onto the bed behind her. I ran my hands over the fullness of her ass, taking in the sight of her from behind. Everything about the view was sexy, from her plump cheeks to the V of her legs supporting her, her puckered asshole, her wet and ready pussy. I took myself in hand and ran the head of my cock up her slit, back down, up again. On the second trip up it slid evenly inside and so I drove my pole into her, all the way until my stomach was resting against her buttocks. Danielle moaned loudly at the penetration, her head burying in her pillow, which muffled the rest of her exclamation of pleasure. I put my hands on her hips, pulling out halfway and then sliding back in. Another muffled cry. My hands travelled further and I stretched up to cup her breasts from above, groping and squeezing them. While I cupped and played with her big soft tits, I gave her short, shallow thrusts, barely moving but pressing against her. She'd lifted her face out of her pillow and was groaning steadily. The sounds she was making told me what I was doing was working for her, so I kept it up. After fucking her this way for a bit, I let go of her tits and straightened up, lengthening my thrusts, making them deeper. I stayed slow at first, pacing myself. My hands rubbed over her ass and back to her hips, where I held onto her firmly. It took all my control to keep from slamming into her—the temptation to let loose and fuck her wildly was hard to ignore. But with how tight my friend was, I knew I would cum too fast that way, and I wanted to make this last. I wanted to give her more pleasure first. I listened to her sounds, feeling her body pressing back against me. This time felt different from the last time I'd fucked her. It was again our lust for each other that had brought us to this place, but it also felt less intimate, more about the sex. I couldn't think about it for long because our pace picked up, guided by her movements against me. She was giving me the cue that she needed me to go faster, harder. So I did, pushing away all my thoughts and concerns to focus on making Danielle cum again. To help her along I slid my right hand around her waist and reached down to play with her clit again. Almost as soon as my fingers brushed her clit she was spasming, her body vibrating under me as I kept thrusting, kept rubbing her clit. She cried out in climax over and over. I put my hand back on her hip and started fucking her harder, sliding my rigid length in and out of her hot depths steadily. "Ohh! Yes! Yes!" she squealed, whipping her face back and forth and clutching again at her sheets. I thrust even faster, slapping my body against the cushions of her cheeks, feeling the rising tension of my approaching orgasm throughout my whole body. My balls tightened up, my cock growing harder as it drove in and out of her. The walls of her cunt clenched as I slid inside, her tightness drawing me closer and closer to the end. And still she cried out, cumming again and again as I chased my climax. Somehow it didn't feel right to cum in her as I had before. I pulled out at the last second and aimed my spurting cock for her jiggling ass cheeks, spraying my load all over them. When I stopped shooting on her, I sat back, taking in the sight of her cum-splattered cheeks. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her smile sexy, her expression satisfied. "That was so amazing," she gasped. "I couldn't stop cumming. I lost count." I matched her smile, running my fingers through my sweaty hair. "You're so good," I told her. Office Hazards Ch. 03 She gave me a fake, pouty look and deepened her voice as she said, "Good? I was trying to be bad." It was actually a really spot-on impression of Brianna and we both cracked up. When we had ourselves under control, she rolled onto her back and I lay down next to her, putting my arm around her. She lay on me and sighed. It was a sweet, content sound. Even though we were both hot and sweaty, it felt good to hold her, to be close to her. We lay that way for a while before she said, "I have to admit something." She raised herself up so she could see my face. "Yeah?" I prompted her, curious. "I didn't really need help getting into bed," she said, her voice grave. "No!" I said, with mock surprise. She grinned and shoved at me. "Shush!" she said, with a giggle. "So . . . " I started. I didn't really want to spoil the mood, but I had to know. "Are we friends again? Or something else?" She frowned, worry creasing her brow. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'm still confused. But I knew I wanted this. Wanted it bad. For how weird things felt at work, I couldn't stop thinking about what we did. How good it was. It's never been this good for me before." "Same here," I agreed, giving her leg a squeeze. "But it WAS weird last week." "Yeah. Guess that should tell us something," she said sadly. She suddenly turned and got up, picking up her pajamas from the floor next to the bed. She started to get dressed. It felt uncomfortable to still be naked in her bed, so I went to get my own clothes. It was already feeling awkward, and I hated that. It must have shown on my face because she sounded apologetic as she said, "Sorry, I just felt exposed all of a sudden." When she was dressed, she sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. "We'll figure this out, right?" "Yeah. Of course," I replied, not really believing it. I leaned down to give her a hug. It didn't feel quite as strange to hug her as before, but it still felt off somehow. I showed myself out and went to my car. For one tense moment I half expected to find Brianna leaning against my car, looking smug, but she wasn't. I was relieved, and it worried me that such a paranoid fear had even gripped me for a second. It just went to show how messed up the situation was. And I'd made it even more messed up by fucking my friend again before we'd figured things out between us. I went home, got a beer from the fridge and started stressing out. On the one hand I really liked Danielle. Sex with her was honestly the best I'd ever had. I couldn't imagine how good it could be if we had the opportunity to practice. That night was good, but at the same time it felt wrong. She was drunk and vulnerable, and I'd fucked her anyway. She deserved better than that. It made me feel sleazy, fucking her and then leaving right after. And all the things she'd said about wanting to be a slut for me. My cum all over her beautiful skin made me feel like I'd defiled her. I thought about all those things and more. I didn't sleep much that night. Or Saturday night either. Danielle and I exchanged a few brief texts over the weekend, but nothing about what had happened. Mostly just checking in on each other, testing the water. I spent my weekend obsessing over my worries, cleaning my house top to bottom, and working out. Basically, I did everything I could to distract myself, but nothing worked. I finally passed out and slept around 2 AM on Monday morning. Maybe it was the exhaustion that contributed to everything that happened that Monday. Or maybe I'd just been pushed too far for too long and I'd reached my breaking point. I went into work on Monday with the closest I could come to a resolution. That day, I told myself, I had to accomplish two things. I had to have it out with Brianna, and I had to break things off with Danielle. The end result of my weekend-long brood-fest was this: Danielle was too good for me. She was a good, kind-hearted, sweet young woman, and I didn't deserve her. Like I'd feared before, I would only end up spoiling her radiance with the muck inside me. I know that sounds melodramatic and self-pitying, but that's not how I meant it. After years of loving and leaving, breaking hearts wherever I went, after everything I'd done with Brianna, I truly felt I had become corrupted. That corruption would only spread. It had already started to, judging by how she'd acted Friday night. Danielle deserved far better than I could ever be. Memories of what we'd done, how good it had been kept trying to intrude. I did my best to push away these pesky memories, knowing they'd only weaken my resolve. I had to be strong . . . stronger than I'd been in the recent past. But, determined as I was, nothing on Monday turned out the way I'd planned. As soon as I got to my desk, before I'd even had time to clock in, Allison strode up to me, looking like she had a dark purpose. She looked down at me, standing over my seat looking ten feet tall in her heels, severe business attire, and even more severe expression. She placed her hands on her hips and coldly said, "Bradley, I'm going to need to see you in my office after work." "Uh, sure ma'am," I said, immediately chilled. Her office was the last place I ever wanted to end up. "Um, could I ask what about?" Her dark brown eyes bore into me through her glasses. "We'll discuss it after work," she said sharply, in a voice that just dared me to try and argue. "Yes ma'am," I agreed. She looked at me sternly, but was there something else in her expression too? I was sure there was, but had no idea what. She turned on her heel and marched away, back towards her office. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. I knew a couple of guys who'd been called into the boss lady's office for after-work meetings. They each came into work the day after looking freaked out and refused to give details. What had I done to deserve one of those terrifying one-on-ones? I could only imagine it had to do with what had been going on. Yes, the girls had distracted me. Maybe my job performance had slipped? Maybe she'd had enough of Brianna hanging around her department? Maybe she'd noticed more than I thought? She had caught me and Danielle almost kissing. I knew I wasn't getting fired, at least. If I was, the meeting would be right away, and would take place in HR, not her office. So what could this be? I had no way of knowing for sure, and an entire day to worry about it. Even more stressed than I had been, I went to the break room. Danielle was the only other one in there. She was pouring coffee and she looked away as soon as our eyes met. She was in jeans and a tee shirt again, but looked just as sexy as always. "Morning," I said, feeling the tension from across the room. "Good morning," she said stiffly, replacing the coffee pot. I approached her and set down my cup next to the pot. This wasn't the right place for the conversation we needed to have, but I was tired of the mixed signals. This girl was hot and cold and not talking to me. "Danielle," I said, keeping my voice low. "What's going on? Seriously, I'm so confused." She wouldn't look at me. "I am too. I get embarrassed when I'm near you. I don't know how to act anymore." She looked up at me for just a second, her pretty blue eyes filled with desperation. "Why is this so hard?" "I don't know," I said with a sigh, "but I don't think it's supposed to be." Not wanting to continue this discussion in public, I went to get my coffee and heard her walking away. After that my day went by at a crawl. The short exchange in the break room aside, there were still three big confrontations ahead of me, none of which I could predict the outcomes of. One of them happened when I didn't expect it to. I went into the copy room and while I was punching the buttons on the copier, I heard Brianna's sharp voice directly behind me. "So I noticed you went off with that whore on Friday." I spun on her, holding back the urge to slap her. Instead I said, through gritted teeth, "I told you to stop insulting my friend. It's none of your fucking business what I do or who I do it with." "You did plenty with me. Hell, I could be pregnant right now." "You're not," I said, but I'm sure my uncertainty was showing. Did she really want to get pregnant, or was the possibility just another way to control me? I didn't want to ask—the less I knew about the workings of Brianna's mind, the better. "We'll see," she said, tauntingly. After a beat she threw up her hands, exasperated. "Okay, fine! I'm not, okay? I got my period this weekend. But you came in me last time. And I'm sure you will again, once you realize I'm better than her." She crossed her arms, her face an ugly mask of smugness. "You're nothing compared to her," I spat viciously. She flinched, all the smugness leaving her face at once. "I regret everything you and I ever did. You're an unbalanced, self-centered, self-entitled little girl!" She looked shocked for a moment. Then her brows came down and her lips twisted in a sneer. "Yeah? So what's that make you?" "Even worse than you because I put my dick in you," I fumed. "But the funny thing? With how bad I am, you don't even deserve me." With that said I stormed out of the copy room, seething. I was sure people had heard us. I knew there would be repercussions to losing my temper. I ducked into the bathroom and tried to calm down. I really had wanted to hit her, which was not an impulse I was used to having. Especially towards a woman. I couldn't believe I'd said those things. Yes, I believed they were all true, but I never thought I'd talk to a woman that way. Even a brat like Brianna who'd put me through hell. I was shaking and felt like I was burning up. The worst part, it occurred to me, was that the shouting match would do no good. It hadn't felt like a resolution . . . there would be no resolution with her. Nothing I could possibly say would get through Brianna's selfishness, her self-importance. There could be no true closure with someone like that. I spent longer than I should have in the bathroom and still couldn't settle down. Finally I emerged and went to another supervisor (since I didn't want to face Allison) and asked if I could take an early lunch. He agreed and I rushed off. It was only eleven and usually we stagger our lunches for phone coverage, but I couldn't deal with my usual job duties after having it out with Brianna. I needed some air, to find some way to calm down. Unfortunately, that wasn't in the cards. I forgot that Danielle's usual lunch was at eleven. When I got to the door to leave the building, she was approaching it too. "Oh, hey," she said. "Hey," I said, holding the door for her. As soon as she was through, I started towards my car as quickly as I could. "Brad?" she called after me. "What's wrong?" At the sound of concern in her voice, I felt all the energy leave me. I stopped where I was and sank to the curb. I couldn't answer her. Unexpectedly, Danielle sat down next to me and went to touch my leg before pulling her hand back. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "If it's me that's upsetting you, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so messed up. Nothing can be easy with me. I don't know why." She sighed deeply and continued, her tone hushed. "I don't know how good I can do explaining, but I guess I'm . . . I'm having trouble with the fact that you've seen . . . well, everything. You've seen me naked with the lights on. You've seen me all turned on and making bad choices. You've seen me get all stupid because I like you and I want you and I'm jealous of that skinny blonde girl and there's no way I'm good enough for you. You're sweet and caring and smart. And hot. I'm just . . . me." She looked so anguished as she stopped that I could feel my heart aching more than it already was. I wanted to tell her that she had it all wrong, that she was amazing and pure and sexy and that I was the horrible one. But I knew that for once I had to make the right decision. Seeing how upset this situation with me had made her, how much I'd hurt her, I knew I couldn't back down. I had to do this for her. "Danielle, you're incredible. I've never met anyone like you. I know we've only known each other for a short time, but . . . well, you've become really special to me." She had looked up at me by then, her eyes searching my face. She was wearing a look of hope that hurt me worse than I could have imagined. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, I took a deep breath and pushed ahead with what I knew I had to say. "You make me out to be some great guy, but I'm not. You have no idea how bad I am. And you . . . you're much, much more than you give yourself credit for. You deserve way better than me. Which is why we have to stop . . . whatever this is we're doing." She looked stricken. "Okay," she said, sounding disappointed. "If that's what you want." "It's . . . " I stopped myself before I admitted it wasn't what I wanted at all. I'd spent all weekend coming to this conclusion, deciding this was what had to happen, and I couldn't back out now. "It's what's right," I finished. She looked at me again, looking like she was in pain. I understood—I was too. "Okay," she said again. "But Brad, I just want you to know, if you ever change your mind . . . " She trailed off, not finishing the sentence. We both knew I wouldn't change my mind. I stood up and gave her my hand to help her up. She stood too and I gave her a hug. This one wasn't awkward, but it was full of tension. She held me stiffly at first before relaxing into it. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I held her a foot from my face, feeling like I had to say more. I couldn't leave it like this. "I'm never going to forget," I told her. "Danielle, you are sweet and beautiful and fun. You're so—" I stopped before saying sexy . . . that wouldn't be a good idea, I knew. Instead I said, "The guy who ends up winning your heart is going to be a very lucky guy. And I hope he knows that." A tear rolled down her cheek and I had a strong urge to kiss her, but I knew that would be very wrong. The time for following my urges was past, especially where Danielle and Brianna were concerned. I let her go and started back towards the building. I almost didn't hear what she said next, but I caught it . . . even though it didn't fully register until later. Lost in thought and hurting, I returned to my desk, considering my next move. Two of the three confrontations were done, and I didn't want to have the third. As I thought that, Allison walked by, turning her face to look at me. She looked me up and down, her expression still impossible to read. She didn't look angry, but whatever it was, I didn't like it and I felt I'd been through enough. Later I told myself that was the moment I made my decision, but I knew better. I actually decided over the weekend, and just didn't acknowledge it. Maybe I hoped everything would somehow magically work out after all. I grabbed my phone and keys and walked straight across the building to HR. Without a moment's hesitation, I resigned. I didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone or taking anything from my desk. I never really decorated or left personal items at work—just more of my old temp job mentality, I guess. I walked out of the building and didn't look back. I never would find out what that meeting with Allison was going to be about. I suppose it's not important. She was most likely going to rip into me for getting too cozy with the girls, and I was being hard enough on myself to need her help. In life you never do get all the answers, and the meeting was one of those cases. Just like how there would never be satisfying closure with Brianna. That was six months ago now. There's been no further contact from Brianna, so I guess she didn't really know where I lived. I'm at another company, doing a similar job. I don't like it as much, but it's okay. My experience at my last job helped me get a good position right off the bat. I'm what they call a Team Lead, one step below a supervisor. That's the next rung on the ladder and I'm kind of thinking of trying for it the next time the position opens up. But none of that really matters. The reason why I told this story to begin with happened earlier this week. A new girl started in my department, my team. A pretty, shy young woman named Alissa. She asked me some questions about the job and I found myself picking up on some signals. Nothing big, just a giggle that seemed out of place, a toss of the hair, blinking her big blue eyes at me. I pulled back, feeling I'd been through it all before. She reminds me of Danielle. I try not to think about Danielle, but I can't help it . . . she comes up almost every day. I still have her number in my phone. Anyway, I've been doing some thinking. I'm starting to wonder if I was wrong. No, not about having corruption inside me and not deserving Danielle. I stick by those opinions. I wonder if I was wrong about it spreading to her. Maybe her strength of spirit, her purity of emotion could have spread to me instead. Maybe she could have been the best thing I'd ever had in my life if I'd only given her the chance. Remember in the beginning, when I talked about my history of running away . . . both from my jobs and from the women in my life? Well, I'm thinking I may have used what happened with Brianna and Danielle as an excuse to fall back into my old habits and run away again. I had a job I genuinely liked, a woman I enjoyed being with who I felt I could possibly mesh with. I felt the beginnings of something deeper than I'd felt since my first love way back in high school. And I ran away from it. That was my decision and I'll have to live with it. Still, I can't stop thinking about the last time I spoke with Danielle, in that parking lot the Monday I ran away. "The guy who ends up winning your heart," I told her, "is going to be a very lucky guy. And I hope he knows that. " As I walked away, so softly, barely audible, Danielle answered with, "No. He has no idea." ***** Author's Note: We've come to the end of the story. This was another one that was sparked by K. All she gave me was the title, and the rest sort of fell into place. I realized several pages in that this one would have to be longer than usual in order to properly tell the story. I struggled quite a bit with the chapter divisions, finally settling on what you just read. For those of you who made it all the way through, thank you. I've gotten a big response from this series. I appreciate all the feedback and comments. Let me know what you thought of this one, and also if you'd like to see any of these characters come back. You may have figured out by now that all my stories take place in a shared universe, so anything is possible—there very well may be return appearances from some of these characters.