Over Time

“Come in,” Kate called swiveling around in her candy rose office chair. 1

At a quarter to five, she was ready to kick of her five inch heels, and hit the couch with a cartoon of French vanilla Ice-cream, and her years supply of iced coffee. All the paper work had been completed. The week had been successful. The only thing sitting between her and a quiet night in was signing her interns paperwork, then she was on the home front. 2

The door to Kate's office opened. Jane, her personal assistant smiled in Kate's direction. Her hazel lit eyes scanning the at the curvaceous bombshell beside her, ushering her inside the room with her slender, ringed finger. 3

“Thank you Jane,” Kate said cheerfully, waving to Jane as she watched the tired woman walk confidently down the hallway, and away from clear sight. Instantly taking her eyes of the clear window of her office Kate beckoned the woman forward, offering the seat before her, and drew up the paperwork ready to sign by both parties.4

“Miss William's,”Kate said, her own coffee glazed eyes uncontrollably undressing the woman as she took a seat in the solid rose chair. Staring awkwardly in Kate's direction. Her electric blue, liquored fingernails brushing her bleached tangled locks from her cheeks. 5

“How did you enjoy your week with us?” Kate pushed, desperate to hear a word eep from Miss Williams mouth. In all the short time she had made contact with the woman, she had hardly heard her say anything besides the clinical answers used in training. 6

Apart from her exceptional performance, and beautifying appearance Kate was unsure about Franklin's recommendation to her. Miss Williams certainly wasn't assistant material, neither was she management material. If anything, Kate was sure Franklin had suggested her on the terms of knowing that Miss Williams was one of her types. Her people, but even then it was ludicrous to imagine that a woman of her caliber would be into anything but tall, handsome successful, business men.7

“Uncomfortable,” Miss Williams said, tucking her hands in her lap. Her short leg crossed over the other, revealing her ivory porcelain thighs.8

Kate hovered over the desk. Her toes teasing the tips of her heels. Tired, but energetic Kate put her feet up, crossed at the ankles onto her desk and sat back scanning Miss Williams eyes with uncertainty.9

“Uncomfortable?”Kate asked, scribbling her signature on each piece of document paper, before scooting it across the table in Miss Williams direction.10

“Why uncomfortable? Was it Harry? If so, ignore him. He is under supervision my another staff member. If he tries to lay one hand on you let me be the person to know, and I'll deal with him. You did read the package on work harassment didn't you Miss Williams?”11

Miss Williams nodded. Her sweeping fringe covering the left side of her face. Making it hard for Kate to understand her cryptic body language. Miss Williams was like a coded puzzle made from the finest gold. Secrets engraved her flesh, hidden deep underneath the layers of silken skin. Underneath the lines of glittering eye shadow, and the tinted rose blush, Kate could see something simmering beneath the surface. Waiting to explode.12

“Call me Rose,” Miss Williams said softly, leaning against the desk to scribble her own neatly written signature.13

Kate took her feet of her desk, and leaned forward watching Rose's graceful motion as the pen caressed the milky white pages of the black inked document. In the air, a change was coming. Kate could feel it in the atmosphere. In the smell of Rose's sweet, scented, cherry perfume that lingered from Rose's bare jeweled neck and tickled her senses. 14

“Well Rose,” Kate said smoothly, hoping to reassure the woman that her confidence would remain between the two of them. Like a written document filed in both of their minds until they were both ready to put it to paper.15

“What made your week so uncomfortable?”16

Rose sat back in her chair. Her body easing into the plush, generic fabric. A smile lit her face, revealing her teasingly clicking tongue. Rose ran it across her lower lip, drinking in the site of Kate, as Kate uncontrollably squirmed, and readjusted herself in her seat. Just as I envisioned, Rose thought to herself, noting her assumptions. Slowly she let her heel hit the floor, running her hands down the thighs of her short, mauve dress. Her thighs spreading evenly between the arms of the chair.17

Kate inhaled a deep breath. Her words becoming strangled in her mouth, while her tormented heart pounded dangerously against her aching breasts. She hadn't been ready for the invitation. Was it even an invitation ? she thought to herself struggling to keep her flickering eyes away from Rose's parted thighs, and her black transparent panties. Think of something to say. Be professional. Wrap it up woman, Kate thought listening to the angel she had always referred to as her conscience.18

The room was silent, all but the sound of the ticking wall clock ready to chime Five, and the janitor someway down the hall working her way towards the office space.19

Kate stared at the signed paper. Her fingers flicking the edged of each page. Her voice box constraint by the words that were rolling around like balls in a lottery box. Pick a word, any word, draw it out and end this.

“You seem uncomfortable Miss Reeves,”Rose said, a small devilish smirk crawling along her lips. Her fingernails dragging the hem of her dress further up her thighs, before she let the fabric go, and crumple around her knees. Anxiously, agonizingly, she stared into Kate's eyes knowingly. 20

“Well Miss...Rose. It's getting on, and I am afraid that I haven't rostered for any over time this week. Thank you for your performance this week. I will be sure to put in a good word with Franklin come Monday morning, and I hope you will be joining us again on Tuesday.”21

Kate reached for her handbag. Not waiting for the clock to chime Five. Knowing it wasn't to far off, Kate pushed her chair underneath the desk, keeping her eyes glue to the document. Her hand out reached to Rose's waiting for the woman to take her papers, shake her hand and let them both be on their way towards the weekend.22

Rose stood up, pulling her dress down below her knees. Picking up the document, she folded it neatly in two, and slipped it into her over sized  handbag. Her smirk, replaced with a smoldering smile that sent hot, dripping liquid swelling between Kate's thighs when she looked up to shake Rose's hand.23

The two of them walked to the door in silence. Rose's wolf in sheep's clothing, confidence still not sitting right inside Kate's mind. When the two of them stopped at the door Kate stopped, looking out of the window to see the janitor still halfway down the corridor cleaning the mens office. Her fingers already wrapped around the door nob, twisting it slowly. Her pulse racing as she felt Rose's heated, seducing breath against the nape of her neck, traveling down to her aching, swelling peaks. 24

“Miss Reeves.” Rose said innocently, reaching for the door knob. Her burning, skin colliding with Kate's as their fingers touched, and the breasts rubbed softly against one another's.25

Kate jumped back as if she had been scolded by a cup of hot coffee or a flickering lighter. Her eyes darting in all directions around the room. Before she had time to apologize, Rose backed her against the door. The knob probing against the parting of Kate's shapely panties. Kate felt the sensation of Rose's lips hovering above her neck. Her breasts pressed against her back. Her hands slipping underneath the hem of her skirt. Moving in circle motion towards the parting against the knob.26

“Miss Reeves,” The familiar voice of the janitor called from outside the door. 27

“Will you be leaving anytime soon?”28

Rose didn't move her hands. Neither did she part her body away from Kate's. Rose ran her tongue along the line of Kate's neck. Her fingers finding the wet parting of Kate's lips. Rubbing her nails along the line Rose caressed Kate's engorged bud. Delighting in the small moans that escaped Kate's lips as she pressed harder. Sticking her free fingers inside Kate's mouth as a gag.29

“Shall I closed to curtains?” Rose asked freeing them from Kate's salivating mouth.30

Kate nodded. Her tongue lapping at Rose's fingers. Panting like a rabid do in heat. Her own body uncontrollably shaking in Rose's control. Her morals blinded by the torturous need for a womans touch. For Rose's hard, merciless fingernails wracking her naked flesh.31

“Tell her you're going to be a while, and that you''ll call her when your done,”Rose hissed in Kate's ear, licking around her lobe. Her fingernail digging into her soft, laced panties.32

Kate obeyed.33

“I'm going to be a while. I will call you when I am done, and ready for you to clean the room.”34

There was silence for a few seconds, before the woman shuffled of down the corridor. Her footsteps and dragging mop dulling with each minute in desperate passing. One by one the office lights switched off, leaving the only remaining light in the office, Kate's.35

Rose slipped her finger beneath the fabric of Kate's panties. Her body purposely pressed hard against hers, causing the door knob to further slide inside her parted lips.36

“I'm sorry Miss Reeves,” Rose said finding the wet, hardened nub that had become harder underneath her touch.37

“I can't wait for Tuesday.”