9 comments/ 52494 views/ 8 favorites Pritti By: brian473317 The words, "Brick Shit House" passed through his mind when he first laid eyes on her. She was short, only about four feet eleven inches tall, and had straight brown hair that fell to just above her ass. And what an ass! She was wearing a black mini skirt and a rose colored silk blouse that contrasted against her dark skin. Devon found himself staring at her neckline and wondering how soft her skin would be to the touch. "Can I help you?" she said again. She grinned at Devon's obvious discomfort. He figured she was used to being ogled by men. She had the face of a super-model with large dark eyes and a small pointy nose above full lips that were colored a dark red. Her dark brown skin only seemed to accentuate her exotic appearance. Her body was perfectly proportioned making her look a little like a miniature person with her short but perfectly toned legs, her sculpted ass and A-cup breasts that looked larger on her tiny frame. "Um, yeah," Devon stammered, "I'm here to see George Moore." "One minute," she said with a smirk. "I'll ring him up and let him know you're here." Although her English was perfect, her accent bespoke a British education. She picked up her phone and spoke quietly for a few seconds, her eyes never leaving Devon as he stood in front of her reception desk. The desk was large and had a front that was easily ten feet across. It was situated so that it blocked access to either of the hallways leading off on either side of the desk and this girl's job was to ensure that no one got through the front door without being challenged first. With her small body mostly hidden behind the large paneling of her desk it was a little hard to see her upon first entering. "Mr. Moore will be out in a moment," she said, giving him a sloe-eyed stare that gave Devon a slight shiver. "Can I get you some coffee?" "Oh," he said, still taken aback by her appearance, "Uh, sure! That would be nice." She smiled and gestured for him to sit and then went to a small ante-room off to the side. She returned with a porcelain mug and saucer in her hand and she smiled at him as she bent from the waist and placed it on the table in front of him. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you," she said. Devon couldn't be sure but he thought he saw her eyelashes flutter briefly. He blinked rapidly and began to wonder if he had wandered into a Penthouse Forum letter. He watched her, completely enraptured, as she returned to her desk and she gave him a sly glance as she turned to sit in her chair. She disappeared from view behind her massive desk and Devon breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how long he could stare at this woman without embarrassing himself by getting an erection or something. He sipped from his coffee and carefully set it down. He took a deep breath and adjusted his pants, hoping that his half-erection would subside soon. He pushed his genitals firmly down his pant leg and then stretched his neck. He saw her staring at him from over the top of her desk and he gave a start. "Are you okay over there?" she asked. "Um, yeah," he said and then cleared his throat. "Why do you ask?" "You seem to be squirming a lot," she said pensively. "Is there a problem with the chair? I could get you another one to sit on if you like." "Um," he gasped, "no, I'll be fine." She nodded and grinned impishly. Then her head disappeared from view again and Devon breathed another sigh of relief. He took another sip from his coffee and then stood up when she called it to him. "Mr. Moore will see you now," she said. She got up from her chair and then led him through the hallway to her left. She walked slowly like a cat, placing her high heels down deliberately with each step and Devon found himself hypnotized by her swaying bottom. She stopped at a wood paneled door and gestured for him to enter. Devon walked through the doorway in a sort of daze and gave another start when George Moore greeted him at the front of his desk. "Devon," he said. "It's good to see you." He composed himself as best he could and got settled into the chair. He was grateful that the receptionist was not asked to stay in the room with them. He was sure he would never be able to concentrate if she had. His resume was pulled out and he was asked many questions about his history, his goals and his accomplishments. George Moore was no fool and his questions were pointed and concise. Devon knew his stuff though and before long they were chatting about lighter topics like old friends. After about forty five minutes had passed he was offered a position on contract. He would be the office manager and administrator. The entire office staff would report to him and everyone else would go through him to get whatever supplies they would need to do their jobs. "Now don't be afraid to say no to these guys!" George said. "You know these engineering types. They put no thought whatever into what things cost. They just want what they want and they don't care about budgets or anything else that doesn't look good on a computer monitor." "I'll be sure and keep them in line," Devon said with a smile. "Good!" George said. "Now I have to leave for the day so I'm going to ask Pritti to show you around and introduce you to the people here. By the way, she'll be reporting to you too." "Pritti?" Devon asked. George grinned. "The girl you couldn't take your eyes off of when she showed you in here." He said with a laugh. "She didn't tell you her name?" "No," Devon stammered, abashed that his ogling had been so obvious. "I uh, never asked her." "Don't worry about it," George said. "She has that effect on all the guys coming through here." "I'm not surprised," Devon muttered. *************************************** Close to 4:00 pm Pritti led him to an office on the opposite side of the building from everyone else's. While George and the others had their offices behind and to Pritti's left, his was the only office behind and to her right. "Wow," he said after checking his bearings and realizing how remote his office was from the others. "I guess I'm all alone back here huh." Pritti grinned and gently pushed him through the doorway. "Not quite alone," she said. "I'm just around that corner there," "Well, that's a comfort," he said, trying to act debonair. "For me also," she said with a bright smile. Devon's debonair act slipped through his fingers like smoke on a breeze and Pritti grinned once again at his discomfort. "Let me know if there's anything you'll need before I leave in thirty minutes," she said with a swish of her tiny hips. Devon gulped as he watched her sashay down the hall and then turned bright red when she turned back to smile at him before she disappeared around the corner. He scurried to his desk and took deep breaths while leaning against the front of it. After several minutes he took one last deep breath and then moved to sit in his chair for the very first time. He settled himself into it, staring blankly into space as he sank into the leather cushion. As he hit bottom he sighed with pleasure and closed his eyes. He opened them again in surprise when he heard a giggle. He looked to the door and saw Pritti chuckling softly with one finger pressed to her lips. "I like that chair too," she said with a grin. "Sometimes I come in here just to sit in it and luxuriate." "You like my chair?" he asked her, only because he was unable to think of anything clever to say. "Oh yes," she said, "it's delicious! When you sink all the way into the cushion it feels like heaven!" "Really," Devon said almost to himself. "Once," she said, lowering her voice to a confidential whisper, "I raised my skirt and sat in the chair with my bare bottom! It felt marvelous!" She then erupted into a girlish giggle and Devon almost erupted into his pants. "If you have everything you need, I'll be going," she said. "No I'm fine," he said with as much dignity as he could muster. "You go ahead and I'll see you in the morning." "I look forward to it," she said. "I hope you're an early riser like me. I want to get it up as quickly as possible in the morning." "Get it up?" he said through a strangled throat. "Yes," she said still smiling, "you know. Get an early start and all that." "Oh," Devon said weakly, "of course." "Good night then," she said with a smile and a wave. *************************************** When he arrived for work in the morning he met George on his way out the front door. "Good morning Devon," he said with a smile. "I'm on my way to the airport; I'll be out of town for a few days. I've given Pritti all the information you might need, but if you still need me, she'll give you my cell number." "Oh," Devon said, trying hard to follow everything George was saying. Like many business men, George spoke quickly and his words seemed to tumble one after the other without pause. "Sure," Devon said, "okay." With a last nod George rushed to his car and Devon watched somewhat bemused as he realized that, on what was essentially his first full day, he was the senior manager in the office. He walked through the door and immediately looked for Pritti behind her desk. His disappointment was written large on his face as he saw her empty chair. He mentally sighed and then wandered down the hall to his office. He reached the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks. He saw Pritti sitting in his chair with one slender leg propped on an open drawer on the side of his desk. Her sandaled foot hung carelessly over the edge of the drawer and her calf and thigh were fully visible as her long flowing dress had been drawn up. As he stared he realized that her dress had been pulled up allowing the plush leather of his chair to caress her bare bottom just as she had described to him the day before. She was reading from an open file folder which she was holding one-handed and absently fingering some tresses of her hair as they fell gracefully past her shoulders. She spied him in the doorway looking at her and she gave him a disarming smile. "Good morning!" she said enthusiastically. She didn't move from her seated position and he ventured a few steps into the room. "Good morning Pritti," he said, mentally willing his eyes not to fall from her face to the expanse of bare flesh she was showing. She grinned, seeming to know how distracted he was, and stayed in his chair for just a fraction of a second too long. Then, without breaking eye contact with him, she pulled her leg back and lowered her foot to the floor, though not before she had given him a brief glimpse of black underwear amidst the folds of her sand-colored dress. "Mr. Moore has left you a brief containing almost everything you'll need," she said professionally as she slowly stood from his chair. "I'm sure you won't need half of the stuff that's in here, but it's all here never the less." "Thank you Pritti," he said as he stepped toward his chair. She was standing behind it as he approached but as he rounded the corner of his desk she moved toward the door. This placed the two of them in the same small space between the corner of his desk and the large book shelf behind it. She hugged herself as close to the desk as she could although the tight quarters caused his pelvis to brush briefly against her ass. She held that position for a fraction of a second and Devon felt his body temperature rise as she gave him a shy smile from over her shoulder. "I'll be out front if there's anything you need," she said in a low voice. Once past the corner of the desk Devon turned himself partially away from her as he felt his erection grow. He picked up the file folder she had left on the desk and pretended to read it as she moved slowly toward the doorway. "Would you like some coffee Devon?" she asked. Before he could stop himself, he turned toward her and nodded only to see her gaze shift from his face to the front of his pants. He looked down himself to see his slacks tenting outward as his cock strained against the material. He blushed and looked up again only to see her turning away with a giggle. He groaned softly and chastised himself for being so obvious. He put the file folder down and then looked down at his chair. His nostrils flared with desire as he realized that she had been sitting on it practically naked and he bent to sniff the leather. Sure enough, there was a faint aroma that didn't belong to the fresh leather. He inhaled it deeply and then stood and savored the scent with his head back and his eyes closed. Pritti appeared then and regarded him with her head aslant. She placed his coffee on the desk and then asked him if he was alright. "Yes I'm fine," he said a little dreamily. "You look like you have a sore back or something," she said. "I could rub your shoulders for you if that's the case." Devon's mind began to run away with him and he physically shook his head to stop the runaway freight train that was his thoughts. "Thank you Pritti," he said with an effort, "I'll be fine." She turned to the door and smiled over her shoulder at him once more before disappearing. Devon stepped to the doorway to ensure she was indeed at her desk and then hurried to his chair and sniffed it one last time. Again he savored her aroma and then he forced himself to get to work. *************************************** When he returned from lunch he saw that Pritti was again not at her desk. He paused in the foyer and then padded his way softly down the hall to his own office. He peeked around the corner and then sighed with disappointment; she was not there either, although he had hoped to see her luxuriating in his chair once more. He was about to sit down when, on an impulse, he bent to sniff the chair as he had done that morning. As soon as he bent toward the leather he picked up on the same aroma as he had discovered there earlier, except this time it was much stronger. He sniffed at it a couple of times to be sure and then straightened up as he began to imagine what would cause this. He narrowed his eyes and then bent to sniff the chair once more. He inhaled deeply, immediately noticing his growing erection as he took the musky scent in. He grinned slightly and inhaled again. He straightened with a start when he heard someone clear their throat behind him and turned to see Pritti. Right away he knew something was different. The girl who exuded confidence with every breath she took, the girl who had him blushing and stammering for the past two days was gone. Instead, here was a girl who looked like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. She coughed shyly and kept her eyes riveted to the floor as she informed him that she was back from lunch. Devon studied her and wondered to himself why her demeanor should have changed so much. She was about to turn and go back to her desk when Devon found himself asking her to come in and close the door behind her. "Is there something wrong Pritti?" he asked her, knowing that something was up, though he couldn't identify it. "No," she said a little too quickly, "nothing at all." He narrowed his eyes and frowned as he studied her. Her body language was that of someone who was hiding something; and deathly afraid it would be found out. Twenty years of conducting interviews and salary negotiations told him that. "Are you sure about that?" he said slowly. "You seem... on edge for some reason." Her face flushed a little and he saw her nipples harden against her dress. She bit her lip and forced herself to look him in the eye. "No," she said with a forced smile, "it's nothing." He met her gaze and simply stared, pursing his lips and letting the silence draw out. "It's just," she said, her expression becoming flustered, "I've just been... well, it's rather embarrassing really." Devon loved the way her British accent played over her words but he made himself continue the front. He said nothing and continued to stare into her eyes. She looked down into her lap and then back up again and this time her eyes were almost pleading. "As I've said, it's rather embarrassing," she said and her voice caught in her throat for a moment. "I was only sitting in here after you left because, well, your chair is just so comfortable!" Devon put his elbows on his desk and placed his chin in his hands. He tried not to let the grin he felt coming show. She blushed and looked down into her lap again and it took a long time for her to raise her eyes to meet his again. "I'm afraid I've been rather... naughty," she said ruefully. "Naughty?" Devon said. He pinched his lips with two fingers to hide the grin now and sat back. "Well," she said hesitantly, "I was just so comfortable. I think I forgot just where I was for a moment." She looked down again and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and then the story came pouring out like water flowing through a burst dam. "I was so comfortable," she began, the words tumbling one after the other now that she'd got started, "I just suddenly began to feel, well, rather amorous! Before I knew what I was doing, I was... I started... touching myself... and then I... climaxed." She paused and looked up at him, looking fragile and afraid. "I rushed to the lavatory to retrieve something to clean your chair with," she said quietly, "but by then you were already here and, well, there it is! "I'm sorry, I should never have done it, but I did." Devon took a deep breath and Pritti echoed it. He sat back and frowned again. He pursed his lips and then couldn't stop the grin from appearing on his face. "You can't tell anyone about this, surely!" she exclaimed. Unable to constrain himself, he chuckled for a moment, very quietly and then placed his hands over his eyes. "My God Pritti!" he said with a laugh, looking up to meet her eyes again. "What am I supposed to say?" She blushed and looked down into her own lap once more. She bit her lip and then looked up in time to see Devon with his head in his hands, rubbing his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm so sorry," she said weakly. "I suppose I just forgot myself." Devon looked up again and she saw he was still grinning. "Go on back to your desk Pritti," he said with a wave of his hand. "I don't know what to do about this. I'll have to think about it for a while." With a sullen expression, she rose from her chair and slowly walked out of his office. She paused at the doorway and looked back at him to see him frowning at her. With downcast eyes she turned and went back to her desk. Devon sat there wondering how to approach this. While behavior as unprofessional as hers couldn't possibly be tolerated in an office environment, he found himself vividly imagining the scene as she masturbated herself in the very chair he was now sitting. He felt his erection grow once more, a condition that was rapidly becoming quite common the more time he spent around Pritti. He fleetingly wished that he had set up a surveillance camera of some sort so he could watch it happen in front of his eyes. Instead, he presumed, he would have to be satisfied with using his mind's eye. He leaned back in his chair, put a hand over his crotch and squeezed it gently. Immediately he felt a jolt and wished he could cum the same as Pritti had. Instead he leaned forward once again and hunched over his desk with elbows resting on the edge. He bit his lip and tried to think through this problem, but every time he began to think about it, his thoughts returned to the vision of Pritti masturbating in his chair. With an effort he forced those thoughts aside and instead returned to the budget reports he was supposed to be working on. Pritti Ch. 02 Pritti gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and grunted softly as Devon's cock bottomed out in her sopping wet pussy. She gripped the desk harder making her knuckles turn white and looked over her shoulder at him as he thrust into her time and again. She sighed and closed her eyes once more as she felt the tingling begin in her loins. The more he drove into her the wider the tingling spread working its way through her belly and up into her chest. Her neck flushed with excitement and then she felt her orgasm explode behind her eyes. Devon felt her vagina contract as she came and smiled to himself. He felt the tremors traveling through her with his hands which were firmly grasping her heart-shaped bum. He closed his own eyes as his climax approached and slowed his pace a little to savor the sensation. He reopened his eyes and stared with relish as slid his penis back and forth inside her. Just watching was bringing him closer and he sighed heavily as she placed a hand on his bare thigh. He pushed against her and held himself still, forcing his feet further forward and her feet further apart. He gasped and then his semen shot into her in a hot jet. His knees buckled and he gripped her a little harder to prevent himself from falling over. She gave a little whimper and wriggled her bum as his sperm emptied into her channel. Then he withdrew with a gasp and leaned his buttocks against the desk beside her. "Wow!" he said breathlessly. Pritti grinned in response and then allowed her calf-length skirt to fall back into place. She didn't need to bend and pick up her panties because, by mutual agreement, she had stopped wearing panties to work almost two weeks ago. For decorum's sake she had typically worn a loose camisole under her blouses, but her bras she left at home along with her panties. And now for the eleventh day in a row, the two of them had fucked each other silly in his office, even on weekends when they could have gone to either one of their homes. The thrill of having sex at work was both uncontrollable and irresistible. Although they knew that to get caught was likely the end of both their jobs they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, even when they had fucked for hours the evening before. Amazingly no one else in the office seemed to be aware of their trysts. Perhaps it was because his office was located in a different part of the building than everyone else's. It may have been the fact that, even when deep in the throes of passion they had remained remarkably quiet, neither of them groaning or moaning too loudly while they fucked. Mostly, they reasoned, it was just luck. No one had come looking for either of them while they were groping each other and no one had approached his office door during those times. Consequently it appeared that their relationship was as clandestine as they both knew it needed to be. "When you've recovered," she said playfully, "perhaps we can get back to work." Devon frowned and gave her a sidelong look. "Excuse me," he said with mock severity, "but I was fully prepared to work before you came traipsing in here with that delicious ass of yours." She headed for the door and shoved her ass out toward him before leaving the room, shaking it suggestively before turning toward her desk down the hall. "You know where to find me when you want to do something productive," she called back to him with a slight laugh. Devon smirked and then sat at his desk to look over the budget forecasts for the coming year. What really impressed him was how the two of them managed to get any work done at all. In reality, their productivity was well beyond expectations and twice he had been congratulated by George Moore, his supervisor and the general manager of the company. Not only had they been able to deliver the year end reports on time but they had compiled data from the previous five years to show how the company was trending. That was something that previous HR managers had never done. The entire management group had been amazed at the conclusion of his presentation and George had positively glowed in having chosen him for the job. Now as he worked on the forecasts he was surprised by George who poked his head through the doorway. "Hey Devon," he said with a smile. "I'm taking off for the rest of the day and I won't be in until next Monday, so you're in charge again." "Oh," he replied, "really? Where to this time?" "Chicago," he said with distaste. "Their budget reports are late. Again! If you keep this up, I'll be sending you around to put these types of fires out." Devon grinned in response and shrugged. "Well, I'm off," George said. He slapped the doorframe once and then turned and was gone. Devon returned his attention to his forecasts when Pritti interrupted him. "George has left another gift for you," she said while placing a thick manila folder on the corner of his desk. Devon looked up to thank her and noticed something about her. "You look different," he said, creasing his brows together. "Really?" she said noncommittally. "Yes," he said with a frown. "Did you change your blouse?" "No," she said while hiding a grin. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "I don't know," he said suspiciously. "You look different somehow." "Perhaps it's this," she said while pulling her blouse wide open. Underneath there was no camisole and her pert tits with their maroon colored nipples were on display for him as she held her shirt front open. Devon grinned wolfishly and she shimmied her shoulders causing her tiny breasts to jiggle. She giggled and then closed her top once more, fastening the buttons deftly with one hand while walking out of the room. Devon laughed softly and then returned to work. While sex with Pritti had been both long and often over the past several days he found himself wishing that she hadn't left his office so quickly after showing him her tits. He shrugged to himself knowing that he'd be feasting on them before the day was done. Then he was back to work. *************************************** "Pritti," he said into the intercom, "could you come to my office for a moment please?" He watched the doorway expectantly but his breath still caught in his throat as he took in her compact beauty. "Yes Devon," she said with a smirk, suspecting already what he was about to say. "I know it's almost quitting time," he said, the rehearsed lines flowing effortlessly, "but I could use your help for a little while if that's okay." "Sure Devon," she said, following the script to the letter. "I'll just lock up after everyone else is gone before I return." Again he savored the way her British accent inflected the words and he felt himself getting hard before she had even left the doorway. She returned shortly with a clipboard and notepad in her hand and asked him what they were to do. "What I need most," he said thickly, "is for you to take my cock into your mouth and suck it until I cum down your throat!" He wheeled his chair away from his desk to reveal his pants open and his already erect cock bobbing against his belly with every move. Pritti grinned and gently placed her clipboard in the desk. She stepped forward until she was standing between his outstretched feet and unbuttoned her blouse. She spread her shirt open, allowing him to feast his eyes on her bare breasts and then slowly went to her knees between his spread thighs. She stretched her tongue forward and licked at the head as if she were licking at an ice cream cone and smiled. "And just what kind of reward do I get for this type of job beyond the call of duty?" she asked coyly. "I'm going to lick you until you cum all over my face," he said. "Mm," she cooed softly, gripping his penis with one hand while holding it in front of her pouting lips. "That sounds very appealing" "And then," he said, as she slowly ran her hand up and down his shaft, "I'm going to fuck you until both of us can't move anymore." "Now that sounds like an offer I can't refuse," she whispered. She took his tool between her lips and tongued it lovingly. She moved her lips back and forth across the head and popped it into her mouth, pushing it against the inside of her cheek. He watched as the bulbous head swelled her cheek outward and placed his hands on either side of her face. "I can't believe I get to do this with you," he muttered almost to himself. She giggled while still mouthing his cock and lifted her face away from it for a moment. "Don't worry," she said confidently. "I'll get my turn later. I like watching you while I squat over your lips too. I like watching you while you tongue my insides." She then pulled it back into her mouth and took it all the way to the back of her throat. Devon groaned and threw his head back as she worked her tongue along the base and then slipped it slowly out again. She puckered her lips around it and stroked the shaft playfully. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up!" he gasped. "Isn't that the idea?" she said and then plunged it into her mouth once more. "Ah God!" he said through gritted teeth. "I'm cumming!" He pushed his head into the leather cushion of his seatback and grunted. Pritti gripped his cock with her lips and held it steady with two hands. Then he was shooting his load and she was gulping his semen down her throat even as he was spewing the next spurt into her mouth. She held his penis firmly as it shrank, licking at it until all the semen was gone and then let it rest against the fly of his pants. "Now I believe you owe me," she said, getting to her feet and pushing him back into his chair. The seat back reclined and she guided him down until he was almost parallel to the floor. She continued to push and then lifted one leg and swung it over his head and to the other side of his chair. He hooked his two feet under his solid oak desk, ensuring that he was well anchored. She then squatted down until his face was hidden under her long flowing skirt and she ground her pussy against his chin. "Ooh, that feels delicious!" she said. He gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her greedily toward his questing tongue. She gasped in satisfaction as he pushed against her folds and gave a little yelp as he nibbled on her clitoris. "That's right Baby!" she hissed. "Lick me good! I want to cum all over your face!" Devon pulled her tightly against him as he mouthed her pussy, shoving his tongue deeply into her vagina. She moaned and began rocking her hips. "Mm, make me cum!" she whispered. He lapped at her with long strokes of his tongue and, when he pushed a finger into her anus, she gasped and started to cum. "Ooh, that's so good!" she exclaimed. "Oh God I'm cumming!" By the time her orgasm subsided his face was soaking wet with her juices and she was lying back against his desk like a rag doll. Devon urged her downward until she was straddling his waist and then raised his seatback until she was comfortably wrapped around his middle and resting her head against his chest. "I can't believe you make me cum the way you do," she said softly. "No one else has ever made me cum so much before." Devon didn't speak but just maneuvered his erection against her outer lips. She smiled when she felt it press against her and shifted slightly until it popped past her lips and into her channel. "Mm, you're even more wonderful the way you recover so quickly," she said. They did not immediately begin to move. Both of them simply shared the wondrous feeling of contentment with his hard cock buried deeply inside her. With her arms around his neck and his hands gripping her bum they moved only very slowly, almost imperceptibly. Devon could feel her moisture spread all across his middle he knew that her juices would be coating his dress slacks. He didn't care. He held her tightly and caressed her as she whimpered softly against him. "I'm cumming again," she said almost conversationally. "Really?" he asked. "Oh yes!" she said with satisfaction. "Here it comes." She tightened her grip on his neck and he felt her spasm once around his cock and then she was sighing contentedly. "That was a little one," he said with a laugh. "Yes," she agreed, but still just as pleasurable." He grunted in response and she pulled away from his chest and looked at him. "Do you want to cum inside me," she asked, "or in my mouth?" Devon thought for a moment and then smiled. "How about I cum all over your tits?" he said. "I think it's been hours since last we did that." She laughed and corrected him. "Actually it was last night," she said, "while we were starting the budget forecasts." "No wonder I like my job so much!" he said. She crawled off of his lap and pushed his thighs apart. She opened her blouse all the way and started stroking him with his cock head only inches from her chest. Devon reached down and fondled her tiny breasts, reveling in the feel as he pinched and stroked her nipples. He was gratified to see them respond by becoming hard little purple nubs. She smiled and encouraged him and then he began to shoot. She held his cock steady as he sprayed her tits, first holding it over her right nipple and then over her left. "My goodness that's warm!" she said with a grin. He massaged his semen into her breasts and she hummed appreciatively as they warmed to his touch. "God I love this job!" she said with a smile. Pritti Ch. 03 Pritti moved her head backward and forward slowly. Devon's cock was nestled between her lips and her saliva coated it slickly as she slid it to the back of her throat and then forward until only the head was in her mouth. Devon moaned in bliss as he tangled his fingers in her long hair. His hands left her hair mussed and untidy as he gently guided her mouth over his penis. She looked up at him saucily while never removing his member from between her lips. Devon sighed and closed his eyes as she tongued and suckled on him. He rested his buttocks against the desk and didn't even try to stop his slacks from falling down to pool around his ankles. Pritti giggled softly, the vibration making Devon tingle, and slipped his boxer shorts down around his ankles too. Devon opened his eyes again and noted absently that the last rays of the day's sunshine were shining on to the white wall of the hallway outside his office door. The glow reflecting from the wall illuminated Pritti's dark skin marvelously and he stared at her nudity with unconcealed lust. It was almost 8:00 pm and he knew that everyone in the office was long gone. He and Pritti had stayed late almost every night for the past two weeks. They told everyone it was to work, and they did get a lot of work done, but mostly they just wanted the opportunity to fuck on every piece of furniture in his office. So far they had managed to have sex in almost every conceivable position in every nook and cranny of his office. Their favorite place was the overstuffed couch opposite his desk, but they had to be careful of any stray fluids drooling on to the plush leather. Devon kept a bottle of cleaner and some clean rags in the bottom drawer of his desk for just such an emergency now. Pritti hummed softly as she felt Devon's excitement rise and rose slightly from her kneeling position on the floor in front of him. "Are you going to cum for me Baby?" she asked him throatily while stroking him with one hand. "Oh yeah," Devon groaned. She grinned and happily sucked him back into her mouth. His testicles expanded between her fingers and then the semen was rushing between her tightly closed lips. As his sperm splashed against her tongue they heard a man clear his throat from behind her. With alarm she turned to see George Moore, the general manager of the company, glaring at them. Devon's cock sprayed her cheek once with cum before she let it fall from her hand. With Devon's semen dripping down the side of her face and on to her chin and chest, she scrambled to her feet. She reached down to smooth the fabric of her long skirt into place out of habit before she realized that she was naked. Devon blinked in surprise and felt a cold dread pass through him as he looked at the unfriendly expression on his boss's face. Lamely, he bent to pull his slacks and underwear up to recover some dignity from the situation, although he knew it was a wasted effort. George continued to glower at the two of them, absently noting the sperm stains on Pritti and the unruly appearance of her hair. It was when his own penis began to get hard that he realized that he had never seen a woman look so ravishing. Her tiny breasts were perfectly shaped, just as he'd always imagined they would be with her dark colored nipples hard and pointing to the ceiling. He noted the perfectly shaped triangle of dark hair surrounding her pussy before she began to try to cover herself with her hands. He looked to the side for a moment to regain his self control and then resumed his glaring. "Well," he said, "I've got to say, I'm speechless!" Devon took a deep breath and then realized he had nothing helpful to say. Pritti looked down at the floor and wished that her clothes were closer so she could dress. Her dark skin flushed with embarrassment and she too took a deep breath. George studied them for a moment and sighed himself. He looked at his watch and then stepped into the office to take a seat on the overstuffed leather couch. Before he sat he noticed Pritti's dress draped over the back of the near side. He picked it up and sat down in the seat closest to Devon's desk. He then casually tossed the dress against the arm rest opposite him. He looked up at the pair again and pursed his lips in thought. "So," he said after a long pause, "what do I do now, huh?" Devon frowned and Pritti looked downcast at the floor, her arms crossed over her breasts and across her hips. Suddenly George chuckled and sat forward a little. "I think what's most disappointing," he said, "is that I never got to see Pritti naked before I caught you with her." Devon's eyes widened with surprise. He stared at George and only then realized that he wasn't paying the slightest attention to him. His eyes were on Pritti and they never left her for a moment. It wasn't really a surprise. Pritti was a striking woman even though she wasn't even five feet tall. At four eleven, she was by all appearances a diminutive girl with a petite figure but with breasts and an ass that drew men's attention wherever she went. Her dark skin and black eyes gave her an exotic look and she carried herself with confidence in virtually any scenario. This scenario was one of the exceptions of course. Standing naked in an office with two fully dressed men after being caught giving a blowjob was not a situation that anyone could feel entirely comfortable in. "Come here," George said to her. Pritti gave Devon a look of alarm but Devon nodded, trying to give her some courage in this trying time. She stepped forward until she was directly in front of George. He gently took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms away from her body, revealing her breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. He stared at her with unrestrained desire and then cupped one of her breasts softly with one hand. "Amazing!" he muttered quietly. He caressed her tit softly and Pritti sighed a moment later. He reached with his other hand between her thighs and she unconsciously moved her legs slightly further apart to accommodate him. Devon heard a squishing noise and felt his erection, which had died quickly under George's earlier displeasure, begin to stir again. George pulled her forward and sat her on his knee. With one last look over her shoulder at Devon, she snuggled against George's chest and reached for the bulge at the front of his slacks. George sighed with pleasure and ran his hands over her tiny body as if he couldn't get enough. Pritti smiled at him and slid to the floor between his spread thighs and mouthed his erection through the fabric of his pants. George leaned back and placed his hands in her hair, mussing the dark brown ringlets just as he had seen Devon do moments before. "She sure is something!" he declared, looking at Devon for the first time since sitting on the couch. "Yes she is," Devon agreed. Pritti freed George's cock and took it into her mouth. George groaned and absently guided her head back and forth with his hands as she sucked him. Devon watched the two of them with longing, knowing just how George felt right now with Pritti's mouth gliding over his penis. He reached into his open fly and gently massaged his own cock as he watched them. Pritti climbed onto George's lap and guided his erect cock to her vagina. She worked it back and forth and then it slid past her lips with a wet pop. The two of them grunted and Pritti giggled as George took her tits into his mouth one at a time. He sucked hard on her nipples leaving a reed hicky around both of them. Pritti shuddered as he manhandled her tits and thrust herself desperately against his member. George grunted and gripped her bum with both hands, bodily lifting and then thrusting her downward onto his erection. Droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead and his breath was becoming ragged. Pritti balanced herself against him by placing her hands on his shoulders and then just let him drive her where he wished. With a loud grunt George raised his pelvis and came hard inside her. Pritti gave a yelp and just held on. Devon watched the scene avidly, taking in every detail of their coupling. After another twenty seconds, both of them went limp and Pritti fell against George's chest. When they finally separated a few minutes later they were both grinning and gasping for breath. "Wow!" George said with feeling. "I can see why you can't keep your hands off of her." Devon nodded and simply leaned against his desk staring at the two of them. "I still have to fire both of you though," George went on conversationally. "I can't have an office manager fucking someone who works for him. And I can't have a receptionist fucking anyone in the office." Both Pritti and Devon gasped in surprise and dismay. Both of them had hoped that giving George an opportunity to sample her pussy would have been enough to assuage some of the anger they'd seen when he caught them a while ago. "I have no choice," George said as he stood and zipped his pants. He glanced down and wiped at the juices Pritti had left on the front of his slacks and then faced them once more. "So," he went on in his business-like voice, "at some point over the next few years, I'm going to have to let you go." He grinned as their faces brightened at that news and then stepped toward the door. "So," he said, turning toward them with a stern look, "I suggest you two finish up what you were doing when I walked in. As long as you're staying late, I wouldn't want you to leave anything undone." He took one last look at Pritti's naked body and watched in satisfaction as Devon bent her over his desk and entered her from behind. He watched her tits sway back and forth with Devon's every thrust and grinned. With that image firmly in his mind, he turned and left the office, listening to the sounds of sighing and slapping skin as he walked away. *************************************** The weekend came and Devon announced to George that he and Pritti would be coming in on Saturday and possibly Sunday to finish up the budget forecasts. They were almost completed, he told him, and just needed some last minute tweaking. George grinned wryly and looked up into his eyes. "That's the official line is it?" he said. "You could always come in and review it after we're done," Devon offered helpfully. "Maybe you'll have a perspective on it that we don't see." George shook his head ruefully and sighed. "No, that's alright," he said. "The last time I worked late with you I had to drop my slacks off at the cleaners before I went home. Good thing I keep a packed bag in my car all the time." "Oh," Devon said noncommittally. "Yeah," George said, "my wife doesn't like it when I work late." "Oh," he repeated. George studied him pensively for a moment. "There is one thing though," he said after a long hesitation. "Yes?" Devon asked. "Could you send Pritti in here?" he said. "I want to... go through some things with her." "Sure thing," Devon responded. "I'll cover the front desk while you're busy." "Yeah," George said, "that's a good idea. In fact, we'll use your office. It's more private over there and we can work undisturbed for a little while." "Good idea," Devon said straight faced. George got up from his desk and Devon followed him to the front desk. "Pritti come with me please," George said, breezing past her desk and on through to Devon's office. "I want to go through those budget reports with you before you spend the weekend working on them." Pritti agreed and then gave Devon a questioning glance. Devon gave her a meaningful stare and then nodded. She raised her eyes in a gesture of understanding and then scurried after George. She reached the door to Devon's office in time to see George settling in to the large leather chair behind the desk. "Come in Pritti," he said with a wave, "and please close the door." He sat back and watched her step into the room. She was a little hesitant and unsure what to do. "I borrowed Devon's office because I want privacy," George said uncertainly. "I hope you don't mind." "That's okay," she said demurely. "I'm a little embarrassed though." "Yes," he said and frowned while looking down at the desktop. "I'm a little on edge myself." Pritti chuckled a bit and then the two of them stared at each other uncomfortably for a moment. George cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Pritti opened her mouth and then she too found she had nothing to say. They both looked down and then Pritti sighed and stepped forward deliberately. "Right," she said, her British accent cutting through the uncomfortable silence. "Off with your trousers. Let's see that plonker of yours!" "My what?" George said with wide eyes. "Your pecker," Pritti said, "your pink oboe, your pan handle, the thing that makes you a man! Let's see it now!" George's eyes widened even more and then Pritti was tugging him to his feet. She reached forward and undid his belt and then thrust his slacks down to the floor. She pushed him back so he fell into the chair and then tugged his underwear down to his ankles as well. "Hmm," she said with relish. "There it is!" She took his cock in her tiny hand and then began to lick it from base to tip. "Delicious!" she breathed. She took the head between her lips and hummed with pleasure. "Oh God!" George gasped. "Feel good?" she mumbled around his cock as she continued to mouth it. "Oh yeah!" he grunted. She giggled and took his member right to the back of her throat. Then she slid her mouth back to the head slowly, all the while moving her tongue around, under and over it. "I can't believe you're doing this for me!" he said between groans of pleasure. "Why has it taken so long for this to happen?" She slipped his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "You never asked me," she said simply, and then engulfed his penis in her mouth once more. "You're so good at that," he moaned. She looked up at him and grinned around his cock. She took it deeper into her mouth and then slid it all the way out again. Then she started to stroke the shaft while just suckling on the head. She removed it from her mouth and gave him a saucy look. "Now why don't you cum for me?" she said. She slipped the head between her lips and continued to stroke him. "Can I see your tits again?" he asked her in a small voice. She stopped and smiled at him. "Just my tits?" she said playfully. He gulped and stared at her and then shook his head. "I want to see all of you!" he whispered. She giggled and then reached down to the bottom hem of her dress. She pulled it upward baring her legs, then her dark triangle of pubic hair, then her breasts and then it was over her head and she tossed it on to the couch with practiced ease. "You're not wearing underwear?" he asked in a choked voice. "Not for weeks now," she responded. She sank to the floor again and resumed sucking him off. He moaned and began to caress her body everywhere he could reach. His hands slipped smoothly over her shoulders, reached down to cup her breasts and then he bent forward and cupped her bum. She kept her eyes locked on his as she sucked him and cooed lovingly as she felt his excitement rise. "Cum for me!" she hissed quietly. "Cum in my mouth Baby! I want to taste you!" With a final grunt he gripped her head with both hands. He groaned and gasped for breath as his semen pumped into her mouth and he watched her in amazement as she took all of it between her lips. When he was finished she swirled the sperm around with her tongue and savored it. She gave him a satisfied smile, showing her teeth and allowing a small droplet of cum to slip out the side of her mouth. She scooped it up with a finger and sucked it back into her mouth. "Wow!" he whispered, placing a hand on top of her head as he leaned back in the chair. "Take a moment and gather your strength," she said as she got to her feet. "The fun's just beginning." He gave her a rueful look and shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "I can't risk fucking you like I did the other day. My wife has a nose for that sort of thing." Pritti nodded sympathetically and cupped her tits toward his mouth, allowing him to nuzzle them and lick her nipples. "You'll have to get Devon to scratch that itch I think," he said with regret. "Sure," she said, massaging his now spent cock. "Just remember, I can always... help you out in other ways." "That's for sure!" he said with zeal. He reluctantly stood from his chair and pulled up his slacks. "Now I should get back to my own office," he said. "Maybe you could send me a picture of yourself, a picture just the way you are right now." She looked down at her self. Despite her best efforts, she noticed a small trail of semen dripping down her left breast. She felt her mouth and detected the sticky residue of cum coating her lower lip as well. "Grab your phone and take the picture now," she suggested. He looked down at the desk and saw Devon's phone there. He picked it up and snapped a photo of her posing by the door, one arm reaching to the top of it and one leg demurely hiding half her bush from view. Her breasts looked like ripe apples ready to be plucked from the tree. He smiled at the image he'd recorded and then sent it to his own cell phone which he knew was resting on his desk on the other side of the building. "Thank you," he said with feeling. "That's a picture worth a thousand words." "It's worth more than that!" she said with a chuckle. He smiled and then hurried out of the office leaving her alone. She was just letting her dress fall back into place around her shins when Devon opened the office door. "So how did it go?" he asked her, wishing he had kept his mouth shut instead. She frowned at him and reached up to smooth her hair into place down her back. "Do you really want me to give you the details?" she asked him sarcastically. He frowned and looked away and then moved toward his chair. "I didn't think so," she said with one raised eyebrow. Devon looked at her for a moment, unsure what to say. She returned his gaze without expression and, after a long while, she smiled. "Don't worry about it," she said, almost defensively. "We both know the story here. He caught us fair and square and now he gets to fuck me whenever he wants. That's about the size of it, isn't it?" Devon frowned and nodded. "I wasn't trying to be a smartass," he said. "I just... didn't know what else to say. I'm sorry." "Well I'm not," she said. "A little jealousy is good for a relationship." She stepped toward him and sat comfortably in his lap. "Maybe I will tell you the details later," she said, "while you're drilling me with that wonderful cock of yours." Devon felt his erection rise in response and she raised her eyebrow. "Well!" she exclaimed. "That's the kind of reaction that makes me smile." She got to her feet and walked to the doorway and turned to give him a steamy look. "Remember," she said, "we have all kinds of... work to do this weekend." Then she turned away and disappeared from view. Pritti He studied hard copies of reports from previous years and compared them to electronic reports for this year and last year. He tried to do some statistical analysis but found there was just not enough information. He needed electronic copies of the reports for previous years but he could not find them. "Pritti," he said into his phone, "I need you to come in here please." He bent back to his work and barely looked up when she stepped into his doorway. "Yes Devon," she said timidly. He glanced up at her and waved her forward. "Come here and look at this," he said. "I can only find the budget reports for this year and last year. Where are all the others?" She studied the screen for a moment and then nodded and leaned forward. She grabbed the mouse and looked through the network folders searching for the errant files. She frowned and rested her elbows on the desk and began to search more thoroughly. "That's odd," she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while staring at the screen. "I was positive they were in the HR folders, but they don't seem to be here." Devon leaned on his elbows as they both stared at the screen. She continued to search various network drives, all the while slouching forward further and further. Devon slid his chair over marginally and she placed her left foot where the chair leg had been. She moved the mouse around, calling up one folder after another. Devon leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up to loosen some tight muscles, then sat back with his hands on the armrests. With Pritti leaning forward so far, Devon found he now had a close up view of her small but heart-shaped bum. He gulped as he realized how close she was standing to him and he felt his erection grow in his pants yet again. Pritti shifted her weight once more and her hip and thigh were now brushing against Devon's right hand. She pursed her lips in concentration and continued to surf through the network system. She shook her head in frustration and shifted forward a bit. She edged back again rested her rounded rump on the armrest. With some alarm, Devon now found that his hand was nestled comfortably in the crack of her ass as she focused on the monitor in front of her. He stayed stock still although he felt his body responding to her proximity and the warmth emanating from her. He bit his lip in consternation as she shifted her weight back and forth slightly. He cleared his throat and she smiled over her shoulder at him. "Don't worry," she said confidently, "I'll find those reports." He nodded with a half smile and she returned her gaze to the monitor. She straightened and her weight shifted so that Devon now had his hand buried into her groin as she straddled the armrest. She frowned in thought and bent forward again. Now she was supporting most of her weight on her feet and her bum was now elevated slightly over his hand. On impulse, instead of removing his hand from the armrest, he turned it over so his palm was facing upward. Sure enough, as she intensified her search, she rested once more on the armrest. With his hand now comfortably nuzzling against her crotch area he allowed himself a blissful smile. "Apparently," she said after a few moments, "I'm going to have ring IT. God only knows where they've hidden the older files." "Go right ahead," Devon said with a casual wave toward his desk phone. Pritti smiled slyly, knowing that he was enjoying her proximity to his chair. She didn't know yet just how much he was enjoying it. She dialed the phone and instructed someone on the other end to make the older files available and then hung up. She looked back at Devon and saw him grinning pleasantly. She creased her eyebrows, and then decided that whatever it was that he was grinning at, at least he wasn't still angry with her. She grinned back at him and sank onto the armrest more comfortably and then she saw him grimace. The extra weight on his hand, especially with his palm now pointing upward, had caused some pain and he couldn't help but react to it. Pritti looked down in surprise and noticed where Devon's hand was. Her mouth fell open slightly and Devon flushed with embarrassment. He gave her a weak smile and shrugged slightly. "Sorry," he said, "but when you sat on it, I didn't know how to react." With her mouth still open a bit, a plethora of emotions swept over her face. They continued to look into each other's eyes and, almost as though they had made the decision together, she rested herself more comfortably onto his hand and he curled his fingers a little so he could caress her through the fabric of her dress. She gulped softly as his fingers softly stroked her. She looked down and saw that his erection was pressed against the inside of his trousers. She reached down and placed her hand over his bulge. She squeezed it and reveled in the sighing sound he made. She raised herself slightly and pulled her dress up, bunching it around her waist until his hand was tucked up against her panties and then lowered herself again with her own sigh. He felt her dampness through the material and tugged until his fingers were pressed directly against her lips. He slipped one finger inside and Pritti sighed again. She started to move her hips against his hand and he grinned, knowing that she was getting off on his hand. She pulled at his zipper and then fished his cock free. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it in the same rhythm as she moved her hips and they moaned together. They both smiled at their reactions and Pritti threw her head back. She bit her lip and groaned as quietly as she could. She started grinding against his hand, stroking his cock with abandon and Devon wished they had closed the office door. Suddenly she went stiff and he felt the moisture gush out of her vagina and onto his hand. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breathing was heavy but otherwise she seemed composed as her orgasm washed over her. With a glint in her eye she shifted off the chair and went to her knees. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. With loving caresses of her tongue she licked it up and down. Devon swallowed hard and placed his hands in her hair. She grinned around the shaft of his cock and then started bobbing her head up and down, taking it to the back of her throat and then slipping it almost all the way out. After less than a minute, Devon gasped and gripped the armrests of his chair and then shot his load into her mouth. She hummed softly as he emptied his balls and he watched her throat open and close as she swallowed his semen. He lay his head back and stared at the ceiling as his orgasm finally came to an end and she giggled softly. He looked down at her again and saw her licking the last of the sperm from his cock. He realized that there was not a drop of white on his slacks and he smiled in gratitude for that. "Wow!" he said finally. "You liked that?" she asked him coyly. "Oh yes," he said, "very much!" She giggled again and stood up, brushing her dress flat. "Me too," she said. She looked at the open doorway and then stepped toward it to peer around the corner. Satisfied, she turned back toward him with a smile. "We'll have to be more careful than that in the future I'm afraid," she said casually. "We can't have anyone gossiping about the receptionist and her good looking boss now, can we?" Devon nodded gravely and agreed. He was also quite thrilled that she had made a reference to the future. Now that he had sampled what she had to offer, he just knew that he wanted to do it again. "Now I'd better get back to my desk," she said, "or someone really will get suspicious." Devon grinned as she walked away. He found that he was much more relaxed now and he went back to his work with gusto, feeling like he could work all day and night if he had to. *************************************** All day and night actually turned out to be about two hours. By then his eyes were sore and tired and his neck was aching. He sat back in his chair and stretched his arms high over his head. He yawned and then rubbed his eyes vigorously. After taking a deep breath he stood up and walked stiffly around his office. His muscles were cramped and his behind was numb as if he had been driving a long distance. He stretched once more and then called Pritti on the phone. "Could you bring me some coffee please?" he asked. He sat in the overstuffed leather couch opposite his desk and realized as he did so that it was the first time he'd tried it. He decided he liked it. And so it was that Pritti found him lying back against the couch with his feet splayed on the floor in front of him with his head back and his eyes closed. She looked down at him and grinned impishly. Very quietly she placed the coffee on the desk and then closed and locked the door. She reached up under her dress and whisked her panties to the floor. Then very carefully she climbed into his lap, bunching her dress up around her waist and grinding herself against his pelvis. Devon's eyes flew open just in time for her to lean in and kiss him. Her wet lips brushed against his and her tongue teased the edge of his lips. Then she was pushing her tongue deep into his mouth while caressing the back of his head and neck. Devon pulled her into him and he realized just how small and dainty she was. Her tiny body fit snugly against him and he felt a shiver as she writhed into his chest. She hastily reached for his zipper and felt for his cock. In a frenzy she pulled it through the opening and then she was grinding against the head, mashing it against her pussy lips with her hand as she tried to push it inside. Finally it slipped past her opening and both of them grunted in pleasure. "Give it to me!" she hissed quietly. "Fuck me now!" His eyes became intense and then he picked her up bodily and laid her on her back on the big couch. With his need written deep in his eyes he began pounding into her. With each thrust he grunted like an animal and she whimpered into his ear as he hammered himself into her. This wasn't love-making, it was pure fucking. Devon felt like a bull, rutting with a prize cow during mating season. He pumped himself into her again and again and felt elation as she gasped with each thrust. "Oh God I'm cumming!" she said as quietly as she could. Her eyes were big and round and her arms were wrapped around his neck as she held on. He looked right into her eyes and kept his hips moving. She gasped and her head fell back. Devon placed his mouth on her chest and licked her from the top of her bra to the nape of her neck. Then he stiffened and he came. He thrust into her deeply and felt his semen pump into her and she sighed against his ear. "I can feel you cum," she whispered. "I can feel it spreading inside me. God it feels good!" Devon could only grunt in response. He gradually relaxed and fell against her. The both of them were panting with exertion and he saw that her hair, until now so perfectly brushed, was unruly and wild. He thought she had never looked so beautiful. She grinned and pushed against his chest. He raised himself and she slid out from under him and scrambled to her feet. He reached out and lifted her dress, raising it high enough to glimpse her perfectly trimmed pussy hair. She smiled and slapped his hand away but he gripped her around her hips and cupped her perfectly shaped ass with one hand. "I could explore that body of yours all day," he said with admiration. I would like nothing better," she said with a laugh, "if we didn't have to watch out for nosy neighbors." She slapped his hand away once more and then lithely danced away from him so she could pull her panties into place. Devon tucked his spent penis back into his pants and did up his zipper. He watched her from his seat on the couch, thanking his lucky stars for sending this exotic beauty his way. She grinned at him as she smoothed her hair and her dress and then leaned against his desk. "Your coffee is there," she said with a wave of her hand toward the cup beside her, "in case you've forgotten the reason I came in here in the first place." Devon grinned in response and then thanked her for the coffee. "Is that all you want to thank me for?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. He unlocked and opened the door and then turned toward her with a disarming smile. "No," he said. "I'd like to thank you for helping me find those budget reports too." Pritti grabbed a pencil from his desk and threw it at him. She wagged her finger at him and grinned. "You'd better watch yourself mister," she said playfully. "You'll never know which way I'm coming from." She then sashayed out of the room and down the hall toward her desk. She gave him a last steamy look and then disappeared around the corner.