She pressed the toy deeper into her flesh.
And came.
Zara squeezed her eyes shut, lost in the searingly pleasurable sensation pulsing through her body. When the last spasm subsided, she opened her eyes again and flashed herself another smile. But she had no time to waste. She immediately hiked up her slacks and fastened her bra and blouse. She dabbed her face with a handkerchief, applied fresh lipstick, and brushed out her hair. There was nothing like an orgasm to improve one’s appearance.
‘Why’s she leaving? Didn’t you say one of us gets to fuck her now?’
‘Maybe next time, if you’re good,’ Zara murmured under her breath. Poor lad, trapped in the mirror with a throbbing hard-on. Didn’t he know not to trust any promises a woman made before, when she’d tell a man anything to get what she needed for her release?
She was still smiling at her own joke as she pushed open the ladies’ room door.
And nearly ran right into a man passing by.
‘Oh, pardon me,’ she cried.
‘No, pardon me,’ he said, equally surprised at her sudden appearance out of nowhere.
Zara noted that the man had a pleasantly deep voice. She instinctively looked up into his face. He wasn’t bad looking either, rather her type with his square face and intelligent blue eyes, not to mention the stocky body type she favoured in her men. More to wrap your legs around.
‘I didn’t know there were any offices in use up here,’ he said.
‘Oh, there aren’t, I was just coming back from a meeting with the CEO, and now I’m off to another meeting,’ Zara babbled. Not that she owed a visitor any explanations.
The man cocked his head. ‘I was just with your CEO for the past hour. And now I’m going to the weekly executive status meeting on the third floor. Is that where you’re headed?’
Caught in her lie, Zara’s cheeks turned to flame. ‘Yes, actually. I’m afraid I didn’t realise we’d have guests at the meeting today.’
To her relief, the man only smiled and began walking toward the stairwell. She followed.
‘I’m not exactly a guest. I’m a consultant. Michael asked me in to evaluate the company’s current organisation.’
Zara frowned. That kind of consultant often meant someone lost her job or was transferred to the Siberia of ‘special projects’.
The man seemed to read her thoughts. ‘I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. We’re talking fine tuning here. By the way, I’m Paul Springfield, principal with Springfield Management Training.’ He held out his hand.
‘Zara Reynolds. VP of marketing.’
Paul’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Zara Reynolds? What a coincidence. Michael was just telling me to pay special attention to you. He said you give the best damn presentations in the company.’
Could it be that at the very moment she was practising her private warm-up exercise, Michael and this stranger were discussing her charisma before an audience?
‘I don’t mean to put you on the spot. Your boss is just very impressed with you,’ Paul said. This man certainly seemed considerate, if nothing else. ‘By the way, I’m glad to see you like to get your blood pumping during the workday.’
Again she was speechless. It was as if he knew what she’d been doing.
‘I also try to take the stairs instead of the elevator for exercise whenever I can,’ he continued innocently and set off at a brisk pace down the stairway.
In spite of herself, Zara joined him, although she would have preferred to disappear into the woodwork. Still, if her boss and this intriguing outsider were expecting her to perform well at the meeting, she would not disappoint them.
***
Zara’s presentation did go very well. Once in the conference room, she quickly recovered the easy confidence she always felt after a good orgasm. Far from throwing her off her game, Paul’s sky-blue eyes provided an extra spark. In fact, her entire audience seemed captivated by her report, laughing freely at her jokes, nodding enthusiastic agreement at her suggestions.
‘They were right about you,’ Paul murmured as she brushed past him on her way out.
She just smiled.
She found herself smiling at Paul often over the next month of his consultant work. They ran into each other daily on the stairways, and both favoured the organic vegetarian restaurant near the office. Over lunch one day, he let it be known that he’d been divorced for a few years. She mentioned the relationship she’d ended when she moved to the city to take this job. Halfway through his project, Paul confessed he’d love to take her out to his favourite upscale vegetarian restaurant for dinner, but he made it a policy never to mix business with pleasure. Might she have a free evening after he’d turned in his final evaluation?
Zara’s smile promised more than dinner. After all, she’d already been indulging herself in scandalous behaviour with Paul during her breaks in her special hideaway. She still performed for her colleagues, but Paul took on the role of emcee now. His satin voice narrated each new move in obscene language; his large hands and hot mouth demonstrated particularly effective techniques to heighten her response. When she was feeling really naughty, Paul would whip out a fat, florid erection and instruct her to fellate him while he leaned back against the conference table. He always pulled out just in time to ejaculate pearly spunk all over her face for the edification of her watching co-workers.
The climaxes she had from these lascivious scenes were fabulous.
Soon after he finished his work with her company, Paul did ask her to dinner, and soon after that, they went to bed together. She was not disappointed. The first night had a leisurely, innocent festivity, as if they were teenagers discovering sex for the first time. Once he realised she was adventurous, however, he revealed his true nature as a sexual connoisseur. He introduced her to his collection of special pillows to facilitate unusual sexual positions – wedges and bolsters and rockers, which he covered in washable satin cases – and draped her body over them in the most stimulating ways.
Unbeknownst to him, he also became bolder at the imaginary company meetings, urging her to masturbate shamelessly with a long, veined dildo and bending her over the table and sodomising her in front of the assembled employees to the surprise and delight of all. Nothing made her hotter than these forbidden scenes, which she sometimes played in her head as they made love, but she still wasn’t sure the real Paul would be able to handle her transgressive use of office hours. After all, his first impression of her was as a model employee.
That changed one day when they were enjoying brunch at the corner table in their favourite café after a Saturday morning of sweaty sex involving a pair of lacy crotchless knickers (hers) and multiple configurations of sex pillows (his). Over tofu scrambles, Paul took Zara’s hand across the table and gazed into her eyes.
‘You look so gorgeous right now. But then you’ve always looked radiant to me from the first moment I laid eyes on you.’
Zara laughed indulgently.
‘I figured you’d been making yourself up in that ladies’ room. But now I know it’s just your natural beauty. You have a glow every time we’re together.’
If only he knew.
‘I always wondered, though …’
‘Yes?’
‘Well, I was wondering why you were in that deserted part of the building. I’m guessing that room has good lighting for make-up. Or you like to have a bit of exercise.’
‘Well,