Elizabeth Lynx's Blog, page 9

THE Big Movie...

****WARNING you must be at least 18+ years to read this post!**** I don’t have much strength saying no to men I’m attracted to, hence why Trevor and I stayed together as long as we did. But tonight as I stand in the doorway of my bedroom looking at a tired, beat up yet amazingly sexy Henrik Payne for the first time in my life I say no even when I really, really want to say yes. God, I want to say yes so bad.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea Mr. Payne. Besides you are hurt, you need your rest. I’ll be right out here if you need anything.”

He nods but adds, “Thank you Morgana for taking care of me tonight. I...I...” he growls and shakes his head.

“Just thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I smile at him and shut the door.

Once I have the couch set up and am sporting my PJs I turn on the TV because I know I am not getting any sleep with Henrik in the next room. Putting on my glasses that lay on the coffee table I flip the channels and find The Big Lebowski. I settle in knowing a comedy always cheers me up. That and cake. Wait, I still have some left over cake in the fridge.

I get up and grab the slice then make myself at home for the almost perfect night on the couch. The only thing missing is Henrik’s penis in my vagina, but we can’t have everything now can we.

It’s the bowling scene when I hear my bedroom door creak open. A very frustrated Mr. Payne appears in the living room, standing next to our ‘nice’ Ikea overstuffed chair.

“I’m sorry, is this too loud? I can turn it down.”

I put the cake plate on the coffee table and search for the remote now buried in the couch.

“No, do you mind if I join you?”

Did he just pleasantly ask permission for something? He never asks for anything, it’s always a command. Maybe he has a fever. I better check.

“Here come sit beside me Mr. Payne.”

He walks over and with some hardship lowers himself to the couch. I raise my hand to his forehead, no temperature.

“Are you sure you feel alright Mr. Payne?”

He is staring at the screen nodding at me, but I can tell he’s too engrossed in what is occurring in the bowling alley to care about his health. Suddenly he is laughing and shaking his head.

“God this is a great movie. When I heard it I had to come out here.”

“Oh, that’s what led you out. Well if I knew The Big Lebowski was the way to your heart I would have worn a mask of The Dude around the office.”

He stops laughing and turns his attention to me.

“Don’t ever wear The Dude mask at the office. I think that would scare me more than anything and you already do enough stuff to shock me to an early grave.”

“You love it.” I counter scrunching my face at him and smiling.

His eyes darken and flicker to my chest and then back to my eyes. I am suddenly very aware that there is no bra under the flimsy t-shirt I am wearing.

“I do.” He answers.

A few moments of a burning gaze pass between us when he glances at the table and leans over digging his finger into the leftover icing on the plate. I watch him as he brings it to my mouth.

“Open up Ms. Drake and take it. All of it.”

Who would say no to that, especially when cake is involved? He most likely won’t be my boss anymore, so what is stopping me? Not like that ever prohibited me before.

I do as he commands and his sweet finger glides into my mouth. My lips close and my tongue curls as I suck the sweetness from him. Henrik’s eyes flare and I can hear him groan. He leans in nipping at my neck while he removes his hand and paints my neck down to my shirt.

The heat of his breath is overpowering my senses and before I realize it he lifts my shirt to fondle my bare breast. As my hand grips his neck for support my other hand ventures to find firmer ground. Yes, I am talking about his dick!

Henrik grinds into my palm and his head drops to rest on my shoulder. A second later his head lifts and he pins me with his dark stare. He removes my hand from his erection and places it on my breast.

“Touch yourself Morgana.” His voice is low and husky. I do as he instructs because I can’t seem to ever say no to the man. There is a flood of heat that travels to my core as I begin to pinch my nipple. My back arches just as I feel his fingers brush past the waistband of my pajama pants and push down to my clit.

My belly squeezes as I moan my pleasure as his touch penetrates inside me starting a slow rhythmic drive.

“I notice Morgana, always. When you enter a room, I notice. The way you look at me, I notice. Those fucking sexy glasses of yours, I notice. But then I think I want more.”

Instinctively I adjust my glasses but drop my hand as his thumb starts to circle my sweet spot and he continues to thrust in and out of me.

“I want to hear you laugh, but then that’s not enough. I want to hear you sigh. But that still isn’t fucking enough. I want to hear you whimper, moan and then I want to watch you break apart for me as you come.”

His thrusting grows intense and I feel myself tighten around him. It is all so much, his words, how his eyelids fall anticipating my release. My hips move sporadically and I tease my nipple for it is the only control I have.

“That’s it Morgana. Come for me.”

My eyes roll back as I tightened around his fingers. I cry out, “Fuck! Henrik.” Tremors overtake my body as I rise high above everything and very slowly drift back down. My eyes open to find Henrik staring at me with a soft smile etched on his face.

“You are so beautiful Morgana. I didn’t think you could be more striking and then you came.”

I pull him to me causing his lips to crash onto mine. They are soft but demanding and his tongue darts out seeking refuge. He groans as I lick his lips and I push him back so I can climb on top of him.

Suddenly the door knob jiggles. We turn our heads to see Aria push open the door and walk inside.

Damn it!

THE Sleepover...

So I am still pinned down by Jackson as Mr. Payne storms into the room. Before Jackson can do anything Henrik is lifting him up by his belt loop and tossing him aside into the coffee table. As fast as I can I scoot off the couch and into the doorway to notice two very large men, John from earlier and the man I saw at the bottom of the stairs, barrel down the hall.

It all happens so fast. I watch as the two men pull Mr. Payne off Jackson and give him a punch in the face and stomach before dragging him away. Glancing back I see Jackson curled up in a ball so I yell at him from the doorway.

“I told you no means no, but you didn't listen did you.”

Then I dash down the hall in the direction that Henrik and the two men took, for fear Jackson might get back up. I make it to the bar when I see Aria. She is waving me over and pushing my coat and purse at me.

“Oh god, Morgana are you okay?”

“Yeah Aria, just a little shook up. Thanks for trying to set me up with a rapist by the way!”

She flinches at my sarcastic line.

“I had no idea. When he dragged you off like that I got nervous and talked to Kelly one of the waitresses here and she told me he has a habit of taking what he wants not matter what. God, I have worked here for a year how did I not know that?” She nervously looks at her hands as if they hold the answer before continuing, “Anyway, I grabbed your phone and found Mr. Payne’s number. I would have called your father or brother but they live too far away.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe he came. He hates me. I better go and see if he’s alright. Thanks for calling someone Aria.”

She gives me a sad smile and nods as I walk out the door. I notice Henrik on the curb lying on his side. I scurry over to help him up. Noticing he has no coat I quickly take off my scarf and sit beside him on the sidewalk to wrap him in the little scrap of warmth I can offer. I wonder where his coat is as he just has a cashmere sweater keeping him warm against the bitter winter cold of Chicago.

I hold him for a while until I feel him relax a bit.

“Let me help you to your car and I will drive you to the hospital.”

“No I don’t need a hospital. Just some bruises and cuts, they’ll heal. I didn't bring a car, just ran here.”

I look around and realize we are at least fifteen blocks away from his neighborhood. While that is a short drive it would be at least a ten minute run. Perhaps he is used to running but I can’t imagine without a coat in this weather?

“Let me grab a taxi.”

I hail one down in no time as they swarm the bars at night waiting for a drunken fare. When we get inside I place his head in my lap and ask him his address again as I don’t remember it off hand. He just moans in response so I finally give the driver my address.

After paying the cab I get him out and do my best to open the door and that’s when I smell it. He’s been drinking. For a man who has rules and does not drink (except the holiday party – which still makes no sense to me) I seem to catch him quite often drunk. The driver must have noticed my struggle because he helps me into my building all the way to my apartment. We make it to my bedroom and place him on my bed. I give the driver and extra ten for the help.

“Did he hurt you?”

Henrik mumbles to me as I walk back into the bedroom from seeing the driver out.

“No. Thank you for coming to help. I am quite surprised you did.”

He is curled up on his side as I make my way to face him. Henrik smiles and looks up at me while squinting.

“I’m surprised too but as much as I never wanted to see you again I couldn't let anyone hurt you. In fact, if those two guys had not of shown up I would probably be facing murder charges right now.”

“But if you did that it would just make it easier for me to take your job?” I joke but he’s not laughing. His smile disappears and he turns his gaze onto my clock.

“It was a joke Henrik. Not a very good one but still a joke. I don’t want your job...well not if I have to hurt you to get it.”

His eyes snap back to my face and he wince’s as he adjusts his position.

“But you admitted that you knew Bechmann was showing up so you could get me in trouble.”

I just stare at him and roll my eyes. I’m no martyr so I can’t take him hating me. If he is mad that is one thing, but hate is too strong even for me. I shake my head and walk into my bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. Once I return I get down on my knees in front of him and try to lift his sweater to see where he is hurt, but his arm grabs my wrist.

“Why did you lie to us or did you Morgana?”

I sigh and turn my head to face him. He’s confused and I’m a liar. I lied to Evaleen and I lied to Henrik. As much as I don’t want Henrik to lose his job I don’t like to lie. It is unsettling.

“So you wouldn't lose your job Henrik. As much as I want to get into the Executive Development Program, and believe me I want it almost as much as I want cake. If you lost your job with the company it would not just hurt you but also the people at Mimir. Even if they hired a great executive to take your place I honestly don’t think that person could ever do as good of a job as you. Mimir is like family to you and it would be their loss if you went away. If I got fired, well...it may be a nuisance for you to have to find another assistant but the company would be fine without me. If anyone has to leave, it’s best for the company if I leave.”

Henrik remains quiet for a minute staring at me. I try to raise his shirt again but his hand continues to push it away. Finally, he begins to sit up so I help him until he is standing.

“Give me the first aid kit. I’ll do it myself.”

“Henrik, seriously stop being a baby and just let me take care of you.”

He holds out his hand as if he didn't hear me so I groan and begrudgingly give him the kit. Henrik walks into my bathroom and shuts the door. I head out into the kitchen and put the kettle on to make us some tea. I am mainly a coffee drinker, but there is a special tea that my father would drink when he came back from hard training or a mission. My dad is an ex-Navy Seal. Once my dad learned about what Trevor did to me I never heard from Trevor again. My dad swears he didn’t make Trevor disappear. He tells me, “I’m not in the Mafia, Morgana.” And then he just chuckles and mumbles something under his breath. I really hope he didn’t kill Trevor.

Anyway, the tea is supposed to help with aching muscles. So, carrying the cups into the bedroom while they are seeping I wait for Henrik to emerge. I never took him for being shy about his appearance, but people surprise me all the time.

Henrik comes out and stands in front of me, his eyes burning into me. Something in me aches as I gaze up into his darkening eyes.

“I made some tea. It will help with the pain.” My words tumble out of my mouth a little too fast. His head turns to the cups and then back to me. I swallow trying to suppress a moan. Henrik bends and winces while picking up the tea bringing it to his lips as he sips. His face scrunches as he squeezes his lips together.

“Ugg, that’s awful. Are you trying to kill me Ms. Drake?”

I bring up my fingers, pinching the air.

“Just a little Mr. Payne.”

He chuckles and then grabs his side in pain.

“Here come lay down and I vow not to make you laugh, but I can’t promise anything about poison.”

His eyebrow lifts as his lips crease into a smile. Henrik puts down the cup and crawls onto the bed to lay in the middle. I get up and get a few things from my dresser then turn to him as I make my way to the door.

“I’ll sleep out on the couch if you need me. I know the tea tastes bad but it really will make you feel better by morning so try and drink it.”

“Morgana?”

“Yes.”

“Stay with me tonight.”

THE Club...

***WARNING! There is the hint of a rape scene in this post. If you are uncomfortable with anything like that, please do not read. I keep it as light as possible and nothing does happen, but be warned*** It is Friday night and I don’t feel that much better than I did three days ago when the Payne Munting occurred. The loud thumping techno music and flashing lights in the dark room add to the apprehension I feel coming here. Never having been to this club where Aria has worked for a year I look around nervously until I spot her waving at me from behind the bar.

I saddle up to a stool. Oh, I always wanted to write that. Like I live in nineteenth century Oklahoma and it’s a dusty hot day. When the barkeep yells, “What’s your poison?” I give my worn cowboy hat a flick, wiping my brow with my kerchief (old school) and in a raspy but firm voice call out, “Sarsaparilla.”.

Of course this place is the exact opposite of an old western bar but I choose to walk with a wide gate and hook my thumbs in my belt loops anyway. I ease onto the stool and give Aria a knowing nod. She creases her brow while wiping down a glass.

“Did you hurt yourself Morgana?”

“No just trying out a new walk.”

Aria shakes her head while putting the glass down to grab a something from under the bar. She places a beer bottle in front of me.

“Here this is the lightest beer we have, should last you the night.”

“Hey bar lady. I’ll have what she’s having.”

A male voice slurs from a few feet away. We both turn our attention to see a man about six feet tall with dark blond hair and an average build trying to glance my way. I say trying because his body seems to have other ideas. It’s like watching a toddler first learn to walk with a lot of wobbling and gripping of the bar. I think he is attempting to hit on me as he keeps giving me a very cartoonish eye wink.

Before either of us can respond I see a hand grip his shoulder and a tall man come out from behind him. It’s Aria’s boss, the one I saw the picture of and I have to admit he is even hotter in person. His hair is doing that messy just out of bed thing mixed with the faint beard all of which is doing things to me. Sexy things.

“I think you have had enough Trainer.”

Trainer? The drunk is named Trainer. That is the title of a job not a name. No wonder he’s drunk.

“Oh come on Jackson. Me and the lady were just hitting it off. It’s not cool to cock block man.”

Jackson turns to look at me, but he doesn’t just glance at me he skims my body with his eyes and I swear it felt like it was his hands moving around me. I suddenly feel hot, like I have to get naked immediately or I will disintegrate.

When his eyes leave me the warmth goes and there is coldness once again.

“Nah Trainer. A woman like that I’m sure she’s taken. You must be mistaken, here let John find you a cab.”

A very large man with a shaved head, tattoos from his scull curving down his neck steps in front of Trainer and helps him away.

I can hear Trainer calling out from the distance, “I will always remember our brief time together my lady.”

My head drops in slight embarrassment and I smile shaking my head. I see two black leather shoes come into view and I glance up to Jackson standing right in front of me. His intensely dark brown eyes are radiating heat despite the soft expression on his face.

“I hope he didn’t bother you miss. Trainer is a regular. Though he can get quite inebriated he is rather harmless.”

The heat crawls up my neck to flush my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me makes me falter.

“I’m..uh..I...am...fine. Thhhank you.”

“This is Morgana, Jackson, my roommate. Remember I said she would be stopping by tonight.” Aria adds to our conversation though I don’t think Jackson nor I really care that she is there. We seem to be too focused on each other.

“Oh, Morgana, right. Well, it is lovely to meet you Morgana. Please, anything you want is on the house. In fact we have private VIP booths on the second floor, why don’t I escort you to one.”

My eyes flip between Aria and Jackson unsure of what to do.

“I...um came alone. Really only to see Aria, so I would feel weird being in a booth all by myself.”

I give him a quick smile to let him know I appreciate the gesture. His eyes darken and I notice something flash across his face but it’s gone before I have time to read it. For some reason whatever it was doesn’t sit well with me.  He steps closer and grabs my hand pulling me toward him.

“You won’t be alone. You will be with me. Now come I insist.” Is all he says before I am tugged away from Aria and the bar, forced to follow him toward the back stairs and past another large man who gives Jackson a nod.

“Jackson I really don’t feel comfortable with all this. I was hoping to just gossip with Aria at the bar tonight. I appreciate what you are doing but it’s really not necessary.”

He ignores me but his grip firms making it too painful to pull away. I am getting really nervous now and quickly scan the area to try to find someone to help, but we are walking down a dark hallway of doors. We enter the door at the back. One wall of glass lines the room overlooking the dance floor below while the rest of the walls are black covered by immense modern paintings. There is a large couch opposite the window and two club chairs on either side of a black metal coffee table in the middle. It’s clean, dark and modern. Normally I would love the rich exclusiveness of the place, but right now I just want to leave.

Jackson finally lets go of my hand but blocks the door so I walk over to the window to notice if anyone can see me. The people are too focused on dancing to detect anything amiss. My gaze flicks to the back to try and find the bar, but it’s too far away.

Jackson’s body suddenly presses against me and, yes, he has an erection. God I just met him and he already wants to fuck me. I have a very bad feeling about all this.

“I would like to leave Jackson.”

“No.” He whispers in my ear before his lips are on my neck and his hands have found my hips keeping me from moving away.

“Okaaay. What if I told you I have crabs, oh and gonorrhea. It’s all very inflamed right now.”

My neck begins to vibrate from his laughter.

“Aria told me you are feisty but she never mentioned how funny and fucking sexy you are. This is going to be fun.”

“Uh no, not fun. Nothing is going to happen Jackson. Remember, no means no and I am say no, no, noey-no, no, no right now. Can’t get anymore no than that.”

He flips me around effortlessly so I am facing him. I push my hands to his chest but damn him and his strong arms. His eyes are flashing wildly at me. He is loving this. God, he’s getting off by my struggle.

“Keep it up Morgana, I really like feisty. Really like it a lot.”

He pushes me against the glass and nuzzles into my neck again. Perhaps if I go limp he might not want me anymore. I relax all my muscles so he is pretty much holding me up with his body but he uses this opportunity to wrap his arms around and grind into me. I can hear him groan as he paws at my breast. Crap, well that didn’t work. I start to pull away again and manage to break from his grasp but he is between me and the door.

“Jackson you are acting really rapey right now.”

“Rapey is not a word Morgana.”

We banter back and forth while he tracks my movements as I try to figure out a way around him.

“It is a word. You plus rape equals rapey. You are rapey.”

Jackson shakes his head and laughs a deep sinister laugh. Ugh, he’s like a freaking stereotype.

“It’s not rape if you want it and I know you want it Morgana.”

“What did I just say earlier, no means no. It doesn’t mean yes or maybe or I kinda do but I am saying no because I am a stupid tease. It means no.” I stop for a moment and put my hands on my hips in irritation. He makes a break for it and grabs me. Why did I let my guard down?

We fall to the couch and his hand pins my arms over my head while his other hand tries to unclasp my jeans. Thank god I wore pants tonight and not a skirt.

At that moment I hear the door knob jiggling. Shit he locked it, clever dick head. But then there is a loud thump at the door as if something large was thrown at it. Then another and still another. Finally I hear something splinter. Jackson’s head looks up and I can finally move mine to see the door fly open. A very angry Mr. Payne walks in. What is he doing here?

“Get the fuck off her now!” Mr. Payne yells.

THE Leave...

“I seduced him.” I sit with my back straight, hands placed neatly on my knees staring straight into Evaleen’s eyes. She smiles and shakes her head letting out a little laugh.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I did. I...uh...I knew you would be looking for me to go out for lunch and I did my sexy thing and you know how it goes. So there you are. Fire me.” My explanation is not going over well with Evaleen despite the complete logic of it. I can see my Brain pacing back and forth and stopping every so often to scream ‘NO’ at me.

“Sounds good Drake, but the thing is I know you and you like Payne. I don’t understand WHY you like him but you do. You aren’t some money grubbing woman or cutthroat she-beast who will do anything to get to the top. I like you Drake because you are a hard worker and an honest person. The only thing I can’t understand is why you are lying right now?”

“I’m not lying.”

I’m lying. I’m crazy-tell-everyone-your-kid-is-stuck-in-a-weather-balloon-for-fame lying. I didn't know Evaleen would walk in on us. Actually I had totally forgotten about our lunch date. I wasn't exactly thinking of food at that moment.

But watching Henrik throw everything away  that he has worked over a decade for and knowing how truly valuable he is for this company I just couldn't have him losing his job over this. Oh, and also my stupid heart thought it is romantic or something. “Books are written about such things Morgana!” My Heart moans while looking starry eyed out the window. “Yeah, but I haven’t written a book Heart, so where are my royalties that can help support me through this?” She shrugs her shoulder, “I don’t know. That’s your problem.” Figures.

Evaleen mumbles something under her breath and turns to her computer to start typing. After a minute I hear the printer perk up behind her and she walks over to grab the paper coming out. Finally she places the print out in front of me.

“This is a statement of what you and Payne have told me about the incident. Please sign the bottom if you agree that it is accurate and true. Upon signing you as well as Payne will be put on leave without pay until an investigation can prove what you say is true.”

She is holding a pen out in front of me and my hands shake as I grab it. My eyes glance over the type on the page but I can’t make out the words as my eyes blur from unshed tears and my head begins to throb. Nervously I sign and hand everything back to Evaleen.

“Well, I guess this means no lunch then.”  I try to joke but my voice is shaky.

“No, I have too much work to do now and I have to talk to the Mimir brothers about this. Mr. Payne has already left the building so you can go and grab your things. Unfortunately you have to leave immediately. Do you want me to walk out with you Morgana?”

Oh god she used my first name...this is bad. Evaleen must really feel sorry for me.

“No. I’m okay. I’ll just grab the few things I have. My picture of my family, my porcelain cake statues and assorted dessert sprinkles. I think that’s it.”

I rise not as a twenty nine year old woman who takes the challenges of life and seeks to conquer them, but as a defeated female slowly crashing and burning while feeling like she is living in a ninety years old body. Hobbling out of the office I make my way down the hall and notice Mr. Payne’s door is open. Gathering my courage, what minuscule crumbs are left of it, I peek inside.  It’s like stepping back in time to that Friday over a week ago. The chairs are overturned and that poor plant, who never asked to be in Mr. Payne’s office, lye on its side probably grasping its last photosynthesis breath.

Walking over I lovingly try to put it straight. Regrettably it has taken so much abuse the leaves are bent or broken off. The plant is a shell of its former self so I sit beside it and hold its palm as it passes from this world.

“Shh, little Planty. No need to cry, I’m here. I won’t hurt you.”

My eyes begin to burn again as my cheeks prickle and before I know it a long sob takes over. By sob I mean ugly, snotty and wet cry. The word moist grosses me out, but it’s in the English language for a reason. To describe my face at this moment; it is moist, red and puffy. I’m sure my mascara has added to the facial fail.

I don’t stop crying for quite a long time and I’m surprised security hasn't shown up to have me removed.

“Morgana, what did you do now?” I hear Aria’s voice coming from the door as I look up to see her moving toward me. She comes to sit beside me and Planty.

“I fucked up Aria. Like stupid fucked up. I’m on leave without pay and will most likely be fired after the investigation. Also, Mr. Payne hates me. Hates me!”

She is shaking her head in disbelief.

“Wait? What? Investigation? Oh my god Morgana what happened? Evaleen called me to come get you but she didn't say why.”

I sigh and tell her the whole story, even the spanking. She giggles at that and crinkles her nose. Me thinks the lady hath not been spanked before. By the end she gives me a lopsided smile while shaking her head.

“Oh Morgana...do you know what the record is for most orgasms in an hour?”

I shake my head feeling my voice go hoarse after the day’s events.

“134 orgasms in an hour by a woman. I think for a man is was 16.”

I keep staring off into the distance giving her no reaction to her data. Aria sighs and gets up lowering her hand.

“Come on let’s go get some lunch, head home and have a Coen Brother movie marathon.”

She helps me to my feet and we make our way to the door.

“We can’t forget the cake Aria. I need it to be dark like my mood, maybe chocolate ganache frosting.”

After gathering my things and heading out we stop to get Chinese food and of course cake on the way home. Once in our apartment I sit at the black granite breakfast bar, grab a fork and dig into the sugary confection. No slices, just straight eat out of the box because emotionally that’s where I am right now. I don’t even want to think about how tomorrow I have to look for a job.

Aria is sitting beside me observing me consume the chocolate frosted cake that says “Hippy Birthday Carl” in red icing. She opens her Chinese food container and digs her chop sticks inside pulling out some brown noodles.

“You know what might help you Morgana? Dating a guy.”

I stop with my fork in the air while chocolate crumbs fall off and turn to look at her.

“I’m done with men Aria. I just want to get some low level job where no one has to interact with me and I can start my life as a hermit.”

“I think in a few days or a few weeks you might like to go out with a guy who isn't your boss. Have a one night stand to get over him.”

Ugg! I have no desire to sleep with some player just to get some.

“No thanks Aria. That’s you not me.”

Aria is fiddling with her cell phone while eating out of her carton. She pushes the phone toward me.

“What about him? You may not want to fuck him but maybe we could all hang out, you see if you like him. How about it?”

I grab her phone and take a better look at the picture. Holy crap the man is gorgeous. I can’t quite tell from the photo how tall he is but he does have a lean athletic body as if he runs a lot. He is smiling in the photograph and his light brown hair shines while his slight beard gives him an edge. Wow, that man has a stunning smile.

“Is he real?” I ask her wondering if she took a picture of an advertisement in a catalogue.

Aria laughs and nods, grabbing the phone she swipes at it before placing it back on the counter.

“Of course he is. Look this is us at work. He’s the owner of the club. I would have hooked up with him but he’s my boss so you know.” She cringes right after she speaks, realizing what has come out of her mouth.

“Yeah, I am all too aware of how bad it is to hook up with a boss.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean you or what happened. I, just...oh well, you know how I am Morgana. I never want to see the guy again so it would be weird if I had to work with him every day. Ahh, this isn’t coming out right. I’ll just go back to eating.” She shoves some noodles in her mouth staring at the carton.

“It’s fine Aria. Even if I would be up for a date with him, who’s to say he would be interested in me?”

Shoving her hand into the air and pointing up she mumbles with the food still in her mouth.

“One, he is single. Two, he is straight. Three, he’s not blind. Look I’m working Friday night; stop on by for a few drinks. You can meet him. If you don’t hit it off then no big deal, alright?”

I shrug my shoulders and take a few more bites of cake to ease my nerves about possibly meeting another man so soon after the Payne incident. No, you know what? I am not calling anything ‘incidents’ anymore. I have far too many of them. Maybe if I trick my brain with a different word I will be less likely to have them. From here on out it will be known as the Payne Munting or the Youtube Munting or the Lap Face Plant Munting. If you don’t know what munting is, I suggest you look it up, but be warned it isn’t pretty. In fact you might vomit in your mouth, so maybe not look it up.

“Sure there is no harm in meeting your boss. I’ll do it! Screw Mr. Payne and all the craziness that comes along with him. I deserve a hot guy who owns a bar or someone equally as good.”

As much as I am acting like I want to meet this guy and stand strong, my heart still feels like it’s just been run over with a freight train. While I am upset at losing my job I miss Henrik more. The fact that I know he hates me makes me feel worse than if Tiffany turns out to be his loving wife.

THE Beggar...

Henrik is off of me faster than me finding the cake at a birthday party. I turn to see him lifting his zipper and adjusting himself. Oh, and he isn't looking at me. I push down my skirt and fix my bra and blouse. Still not looking at me.

He sits back at his desk and turns on his computer. And yet, still no eye connection. Seriously? This man has issues. “You are just now figuring this out Morgana?” My Brain chimes in. “If you aren't going to help me Brain then I suggest you leave your snarky comments to yourself.” I hear her huff and shove more popcorn in her squiggly mouth.

“So, that’s it? Like nothing happened, same as usual.” I’m still standing beside his chair, the one he just turned away from me.

“What do you want me to do Morgana? The head of HR just found us in a very compromising position. I’m going to get as much work done as I can before they come in here with a cardboard box and security guard and ask me to clear out my desk.”

He stops clicking away at his mouse and brings his hand up to his brow to wipe in frustration. Well if he’s sacked so am I. Perhaps I can talk to Evaleen and save his job at least. No! Screw that. He’s a millionaire, he’ll be fine. I’m going to try to keep my job.

“Fine. You sit there and accept defeat, but I’m going to at least attempt to save my job.”

I make my way around the desk and am just at the door when he stops me. His hand wraps around my arm halting my progress so I turn to face him and am shocked by what I see. He’s nervous. I have never seen him this vulnerable before. Henrik expresses a cool and sometimes hostile confidence, but right now he is actually gnawing on his bottom lip. He looks...cute.

“Wait. Um...how are you going to do that?”

“Aww, Mr. Payne are you worried?” I bring my hand up to his lip and give a good tug. He smacks my hand away and groans at me.

“Ms. Drake I’m not your puppy dog. And last I checked I’m still your boss so if you could please just answer the question.”

This is my stand now. I cross my arms in front of me and puff out my chest.

“You are, well a moment ago you were much more than my boss which is why we are in this predicament. If I may quote the great classic Raising Arizona: ‘H.I., you're young and you got your health, what you want with a job?’”

Mr. Payne’s eyes widen and the biggest smile I have ever seen him spreads across his face. I am afraid his face might break with the unusual expression.

“I’ll come with you. We will talk to her together.” Henrik reaches for my hand knitting his fingers with mine. I cast my gaze down at them confused by his affectionate move. When I look back up his eyes have turned a deep ocean blue as his fingers come to my chin to tilt my face up. I realize he’s about to kiss me and as much as I can’t keep my eyes from his lips we need to focus on not losing our jobs. I put my hand to his chest and push.

“Mr. Payne the only way we can even hope to keep our jobs is by talking to Ms. Bechmann and not making out.”

He peers into my eyes as if searching for something. A moment passes before he lets go of my hand and walks over to the door to open it.

“After you Ms. Drake.” Henrik waves his arm and I make my way to the hall.

As we enter Evaleen’s office I see her eyes pop up to meet mine, widen and then her head drops as if trying to hide.

“I can see you Bechmann. There’s no point in hiding.”

I take a seat on the other side of her desk as Mr. Payne sits in the one beside me. Evaleen gets up pointing to the door and walks toward it.

“I’ll just shut the door then.”

As she returns to her chair there is a long minute of silence. She flickers her gaze between me and Mr. Payne. Then more silence.

“Ms. Bechmann, I would just like to say it was...”

Evaleen hold up her hand stopping Mr. Payne instantly.

“No. Don’t try to tell me it wasn't what it looked like because that’s a load of bull and you know it. It was very much what it looked like Payne. You had your hand down her shirt and your tongue on her neck. Was she choking and that is some new maneuver that I don’t know about?”

Evaleen squints and tilts her head to him as Mr. Payne starts running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The Spanish have the running of the bulls, Mr. Payne has the running of the fingers.

“Fine. It was what you saw. It was completely my fault. I took advantage of my position so if you are going to fire anyone, fire me.”

I turn to stare at Henrik in amazement that he would so easily walk away from a job I know he loves as much as I would love to have his job. The old me would hop at this chance and make a bee line for his position. I’m no dummy I understand an opportunity when I see one, but I know him now. In this moment my heart bleeds a little trying to grow to fit him inside. As much as I hate the hot/cold action he has been giving me lately, I can’t stop how I feel for him.

Oh no it’s happened. I have become one of those douche people who stay on the telephone with someone and they go back and forth with “No you hang up first....No you...No you...No...Hello?” I will now do something that I never thought I would do in my life...give up a job for someone else. I think I might need smelling salts after. “Morgana. Let’s talk about this for a second. Don’t do anything rash here.” My Brain looks at me nervously. “It’s okay Brain. I have always loved you despite our differences. Give my love to my heart and even my mouth, though I know she will be happy with my career suicide.”

“Mr. Payne didn’t force me to do anything. You know I have wanted his job for a long time. I knew you would walk in looking for me Bechmann. I used my physical power of persuasion to get him in that situation. It’s my fault. If you are going to fire anyone, ffff....ffff....fire me.”

I can’t bring myself to look at Mr. Payne though I can feel his penetrating stare. Evaleen’s mouth has dropped open and she has caught my blinking problem, apparently it’s contagious.

“Well, um...okay. If that is true Drake then I need a minute alone with Payne and then I will see you. Just wait outside for a moment.”

I get up and I feel all the blood draining from me. Where it has gone, I don’t know. I feel sick like I want to throw up, my ears are vibrating and my hands feel clammy. Time passes as I wait outside her office, how much time I couldn't tell you. Everything is a blur.

I see Mr. Payne emerge and he looks pissed. He is so angry he isn't even squinting. His eyes bore into mine and I back up against the wall as he comes at me. Henrik grabs my arms a little too tightly as he places his face only inches from mine.

“So you used me is that it? Just wanted my job. I should have known better. Everyone always wants something and they don’t care who they step on along the way. Well, I hope you get exactly what you want and you are very happy all alone at the top because no one wants to be friends with a heartless bitch!”

He lets go and walks away. I watch as he saunters off unable to pry my eyes away from his body shrinking from distance. I slide down the wall until my ass hits the carpet. My eyes are burning and I feel the first warm tear drift slowly down my cheek. I bury my head in my hands to hide the tears, but more importantly, my pain from someone who might walk by.

“You ready?” I hear Evaleen’s voice come from beside me.

Looking up I see the same sad smile she gave the first day I met her outside of Mr. Payne’s office. Sighing I nod my head and she helps me to my feet. I follow her through the door to meet my fate.

THE Confrontation...

****WARNING you must be at least 18+ years to read this post!**** It’s been a full minute of complete silence. Mr. Payne just glares at that stupid plant. Okay, that plant isn't stupid; in fact I don’t even think it has a brain. I’m just taking my anger out on the shrubbery and it has been through enough lately. Finally he turns to look at me.

“I’m sorry Ms. Drake. That should never have happened.”

I push my hands into the air and start blinking again. Perhaps I have a nervous tick.

“That’s it? Just sorry. No explanation, no anything at all?”

He brings the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubs.

“What do you want me to say?”

I stand and walk over to him. Henrik turns his chair toward me and starts to get up but I push him back down. My finger digs into his chest as I get in his face.

“That you want me. That you need to break up with your girlfriend or whatever she is to you. I want you to stop fucking with me.”

His eyes darken as he grips my finger firmly and yanks. I lose my balance and land on his legs. He pushes me down so I am lying across his lap, my ass in the air. His hands make quick work of my situation as he hitches up my skirt.

Henrik groans as his fingers spread across my ass and grope. I push back, not because I want to get up but because I want more.

“Yes I want you Morgana. No I don’t need to break up with anyone since I am not in a steady relationship. As for fucking you well...” His voice trails off but is replaced with the sound of skin being slapped and I feel the sharp burn that accompanies it.

I have never been spanked before. It doesn't hurt like I thought it might, just stings ever so slightly but after there is a rush of pleasure that spreads over me. I whimper and start into grind his legs.

“You like that my dirty girl. You want more don’t you?”

“Yes.” My voice is husky as I strain to get the word out.

Another slap to my other ass cheek comes and after he rubs it with his hand. A few more before I start to moan. His fingers skim to the edge of the lace and curve down under until he is pushing them inside me.

“Fucking Christ Morgana, you are so wet.”

I start to gyrate again before he removes his fingers. After a moment he shifts to reach his other hand under my panties and deep inside my sex. As fast as they plunge inside the fingers are gone and I wonder what he is doing. Does he want to finger me or not and if so with what hand?

My question is quickly answered with his dripping fingers sliding across my lips and ease into my mouth. This is also something new to me, tasting myself. Books always describe it as sweet, but it’s not. It’s spicy and a bit salty but I am utterly aroused sucking on them.

“Taste how stunning you are.”

I swirl my tongue around his fingers and moan my response. The fingers muffle my cries as he spanks me again and again and again. The slight burn is starting to increase to a raw ache even as his hands glide over my ass to sooth.

“Get up.”

Henrik drops his fingers from my mouth following his order. I rise to my feet and watch as he places the glistening fingers into his mouth. As his eyes travel up my body his other hand grips the large swelling between his thighs and starts to stroke.

“So are you just going to sit there and come in your pants or what?” I put my hands on my hips irritated yet immensely turned on by his posture.

Narrowing his gaze Henrik stops what he is doing and stands. He grabs my hips with force, spins me around and pins my legs to the desk. His hand creeps around my body and curls about my neck and jaw forcing my head back.

So, this is how I die. I knew my mouth would get me killed one day and this is it. My boss strangling me at his desk. Well, at least I am not alone with cats eating away at my dead body for survival like I envisioned.

“You and that smart mouth of yours Ms. Drake.” His tongue slips around my ear and down my neck causing my nipples to go on high alert.

“So is that your thing Mr. Payne? A dirty girl with a smart mouth?”

Why can’t I stop? “For the love of god Morgana you are just asking to die now.” My Brain pops up. “A little too late Brain. By the way where have you been? I have been floundering without you.” Squinting her squiggly eyes at me and she shrugs, “I warned you last time if you didn't listen to me you were on your own. This is all on you. I’m just sitting back eating popcorn now taking a much needed stay-cation. By the way, you put on one hell of a show.”

Henrik’s other hand reaches up from my hip to slip into the front of my blouse and lace bra to cup my breast. He needs and pinches my nipple causing me to squirm into his very erect groin.

“You’re my thing Morgana.” His deep voice vibrating across my neck sending shivers down my body.

That is when my mouth decides it might as well go down in flames and take me along for the ride. I blame my Brian for all this by the way, she should be here to help no matter what I say or do. I can hear her chuckling and watch as she grabs another hand full of popcorn.

“Then show me Henrik.” You see what my mouth does to me! I hate you mouth. Hate you. “The feeling is quite mutual Morgana. With Miss Prissy Brain out of the way I can finally get you back for all the times you forced me on some questionable dicks, not to mention a few of their mouths.” My mouth informs with a curved smile that belongs only on an evil villain from the 1930’s.

There is a sense of loss and cold as Henrik’s hand leaves my breast. I can feel him doing something with his pants and hear his zipper. Pushing my legs apart he brushes my panties aside and rubs the tip of his cock over my drenched lips.

“Is this what you want Morgana?” Henrik leans in to my ear grinding his dick between my thighs as his hand returns to my breast.

I’m about to answer when the door swings open.

“Hey Drake. I’m ready for lunch now. Sor...” Evaleen stands at the entrance with her mouth wide and her eyes even larger. Both Henrik and I stop moving and I also stop breathing.

“Oh my god I am so sorry. I...I...uh...oh god.” Dropping her gaze she quickly shuffles backward out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Oh shit!

THE Jackoff...

It is confirmed. The sounds coming from Mr. Payne’s stall indicates he is indeed masturbating while fantasizing about me. I am kind of turned on right now. I mean, it’s weird he is doing it at work, but to know he thinks of me like that when I’m not around...yeah, I like it.

Mr. Payne is starting to groan with a few curse words here and there. I can feel my leg begin to cramp so try to adjust my position. With stealth like ninja moves I manage to sit on the toilet seat and hug my knees to keep my feet from showing. I fist pump the air for my nimble awesomeness.

“That’s it baby, take all I have to give you.”

Damn he’s making me wet. I want to just go over to his stall and swing open the door to tell him to take me right here. But I don’t because it’s the office bathroom, he’s my boss and most importantly he has a fucking girlfriend. Oh wait, that’s right she means more to him than a girlfriend!

If this is true why is he spanking the monkey while thinking of me? Now I feel sorry for Tiffany. As much as I still want to think of her as a money grabbing skank, it’s awful she is dating a man who cheats on her and thinks of someone else while climbing mount baldy.

I almost want to invite her to the SWIM meets. Oww! I like that, SWIM meet. I can be so cleaver sometimes.

The rustling slows and then I hear, “Oh fuck! God I want to fuck you! Oh god Morgana!”

Silence. A moment later the door to the bathroom swings open and another male voice grumbles. Oh shit, Ken Brooks. No!

I can hear Mr. Payne pulling up his zipper and then a flush before he exits. Finally there is water running.

“Oh hello Mr. Payne. Nice day we’re having. Not used to seeing the sun until March. Ha. Ha.” Mr. Brooks’ voice comes loud and clear most likely the final words I will hear before my impending doom.

“Yup, lots of sun. I need to run. Have a bunch of paperwork to catch up on.”

After the water is turned off there is some footsteps shuffling and then the front door to the bathroom creaks. Just in time for the stall on the other side of me to close. There is more zipper noise, a burp, a fart, then an even longer fart and finally an “Ahhh”.

What happens next I’d like to say is a miracle. I would like to say he urinates, flushes, washes his hands and then leaves, but I would be lying. He stays and poops and then shits again. Finally dumping what I can only assume is the contents of a refrigerator that’s been left open for a month.

My eyes burn and I just want to curl up into the fetal position and rock myself away from this atrocious nightmare. The contents of my stomach (a partially digested everything bagel with cream cheese and coffee) begins to gurgle and beg for freedom.

After fifteen of the most repulsive minutes of my life Ken Brooks vacates the bathroom. Immediately I jump off the toilet and turn myself around in time to throw up the everything of that bagel. Weakly I walk to the sink and try to wash away the unclean, both imaginary and real.

When I finally get back to my desk I throw myself into the chair and lay my head on the table.  A moment later I hear a tapping sound. Opening my eyes I see a hand pressing against the desk in front of my eyes.

“Ms. Drake.”

I shoot upright and gaze hazily up to see Mr. Payne frowning at me.

“Is this how you spend your day when you think I am not in the office? Just lying around!”

My mouth refuses to open so I can only shake my head in response.

“The meetings for today got canceled, so looks like I’m going to be here the rest of the day. Come inside my office I need to go over some things with you.”

He heads back to his office door.

“What like you came inside the bathroom?” I mumble under my breath. He stops at the door frame and turns to me. Oh, god did he hear me?

“What did you say?”

“Uh...let me just run to the bathroom first.”

His brow crinkles as he nods, “Okay.”

I race over to the lavatory and open it. The smell of the Brooks Bomb still pungent despite the cement wall separating the two rooms and the time lapse. I stay in the Women’s restroom for as long as I can stand then leave to head to Mr. Payne’s office.

Taking my seat I look up into his eyes and smirk. My lips crinkle because I know. I am wise to the lust he has for me. There is a game we are playing and I hold the winning card but he has no idea I have it. This is going to be fun!

I lean back in the chair as he gazes over at me.

“Are you feeling alright Ms. Drake? You look pale and you have a funny expression on your face.”

“Oh I’m fine Mr. Payne. One hundred percent grade A beef...fine! In fact I think I’m a little hot. Do I look hot to you Mr. Payne?”

I pull at my blouse to fan myself and then start to unfasten a few buttons. If some of my sea foam green lace bra happens to flash him then it’s totally my fault because I hold the card! Ha! Ha!

“Ms. Drake what are you doing?” I see his hand slip down to his lap and it might just be grazing his cock. I can’t be sure of that as there is a giant desk in the way, but it does look like it.

“I was in the bathroom a little while ago.”

“I know you asked to use it before we had this meeting.” He’s shaking his head at me and smirks.

“No, before.”

What am I doing? Seriously I am giving my golden ticket away. I am just so bad at this. This is why I can’t play board games. Anytime I have an advantage I get too excited and ruin it for myself.

His eyelids lower in confusion but then widen at the realization of what I am saying.

“The women’s bathroom you mean, right Ms. Drake?”

I shake my head, “No the men’s. The woman’s restroom was being cleaned so I had to use the men’s. You know the one where you wanted me to take all your cock.”

He coughs and turns his head away staring at the plant in the corner.

THE Bathroom...

It’s been a week and a half since the diner incident. Mr. Payne won’t look at me. It’s quite amusing actually. On Thursday he caught me coming back from lunch in the hallway. He informed me about a meeting that needs to be scheduled with the Denton Group. His eyes gazed at my shoes, the wall, the ceiling and finally he turned his back to me but continued talking. Yes, he held a conversation with me as I responded to his back.

Sometimes I wonder if he is only twelve. I’m not much better if I am going to be honest. I've taken to taunting him a bit. Just a little. I wear my glasses all the time now because I know how much he loves them. Also, any chance I get to show some cleavage or hike up my skirt just enough to flash my thigh highs I will. I know it’s awful but the man has been toying with me for over a month! All is fair with sex at work.

Luckily he is off site at a meeting most of the day. I can relax and take my time with my work. I decide to stroll over to see what Evaleen is up to. Opening the door to HR I witness a very altered Evaleen for her face is red. Her head is nodding wildly with giggles escaping her mouth that sound hysterical.

Stepping further inside I observe Ethan Mimir sitting in her office. Ahh, that explains everything. That man turns her into a lovesick schoolgirl the moment he enters the room.

“That is a brilliant idea Mr. Mimir.” She shrieks.

He’s rising from the chair and heading to the door, nodding and winking to me as he goes.

“I’m glad you think so Evaleen. Please, I’ve told you a hundred times call me Ethan. I’ll have my assistant, John, email you the details. It’s been a pleasure Evaleen as always. Nice to see you Morgana. I’m glad Henrik hasn’t destroyed your will to live just yet.”

“Not just yet, but I have contacted a few people about making him disappear.”

He chuckles and I notice a cackle coming from Evaleen causing me to shake my head in shame.

“Is that why he isn't here today? I promise if the police question me I won’t breathe a word Morgana.” Ethan winks again and Evaleen gives a sigh.

“Unfortunately no, he just has an off-site meeting so he will be back this afternoon. In the mean time I thought I would break out the champagne with my friend here and enjoy the calm.”

“You do that. Wish I could stay and have fun with you ladies but John would have my balls in a vice if I deviated from his schedule.”

He waves goodbye and strolls out the door. I turn to Evaleen and witness her collapse onto her chair. She looks like a partially deflated wacky-waving inflatable tube man that guard car dealerships or gas stations.

“Oh god Drake! Why am I such an idiot around him?”

I stride over and neatly place myself in the seat that moments ago held her crush’s ass cheeks. It is still warm.

“Because he’s gorgeous and charming and has an ass begging to be squeezed.”

Evaleen raises her head, but lays it back down on the desk, face down.

“You noticed too. I’m a smart woman with discerning tastes so I should know better than be attracted to the male slut of the year. Ugg! Well at least I don’t fantasize about a total asshole like Payne.”

“Hey! I am sitting here trying to make you feel better and you call out my stupid, not nice Bechmann.”

She raises her head and finally sits up, almost completely back to her usual secure self.

“I know I’m sorry. Payne is crazy sexy I will admit that. For that reason alone I understand your attraction. Let’s start a club. We can call it Smart Women for Idiot Men or SWIM.”

Nodding my head I stand and come to sit on the edge of her desk.

“That’s really good. You just thought of that?”

Evaleen scrunches her face and shakes her head.

“Not really. The idea has been brewing for a while. But, I figured we could have a support group so to speak and meet every Thursday for cocktails.”

“Oh I really like that. I’ll invite Aria. She sort of qualifies. She has one night stands with idiot men. How about Grace? She’s in love with Mr. Payne.”

Evaleen shakes her head and frowns.

“No! No crazies aloud. I think Grace is sweet if not naive but she is also a bit touched. She like a fart. She’s funny but best kept at a distance.”

I laugh and nod. Poor Grace I wish some guy would sweep her off her feet so she can understand healthy love. Jeez, I’m a hypocrite. Here I am judging her for liking Payne and I’m the same way.

“Perhaps she will grow out of it. I've got to get back. You want to get lunch? We can plan out where the meeting is to be held.”

Looking up I see Evaleen starting to type on her keyboard as she nods. As I rise I snag my thigh highs on her desk. Nimbly I try to unhook my stockings from the wood desk, but manage to make a huge run in it.

“Yeah, we can go to the Taqueria down the block, say 12 o’clock? I’ll come find you.”

I hobble toward the door trying to stop the tear from moving down my leg.

“Sounds good. Hey do you have any nail polish or hairspray?” I stop right before the door and glance back at Evaleen.

“No, sorry can’t help.”

She resumes her typing as I walk through the door. Briskly I make my way back to my desk. Once there I try my best to undo the garter from my stockings but it’s stuck. Realizing I will have to hike up my skirt and bend at an odd angle to see what is going on, I decide to take my work into the bathroom.

Walking over to the ladies room I try to push open the door but it won’t budge. It’s a multi-stall room so it shouldn't be locked. I pound my fist on the door.

“Sorry, it’s being cleaned. Come back in fifteen minutes.” I hear a female voice coming from inside.

Great, in fifteen minutes the Brooks Bomb will go off and I don’t want to be anywhere near here. Ken Brooks, our CFO has a regularly scheduled appointment at 11:00 every day with the men’s bathroom to release the Kraken from his butt. My desk is conveniently located mere feet from ground zero of the fragrant destruction. I always make myself scarce from my desk while he takes his leave.

Praying no one is in the men’s bathroom I slip inside and tiptoe into a stall. Bending down I don’t see any feet under the metal partitions so I start to get to work. Suddenly I hear the bathroom door swing open right as I have my skirt hem gathered in the clutches of my teeth. I quickly spit out the fabric and as quietly as possible hop up on the stall begging silently that Brooks hasn't started the meeting early.

The door next to me opens and there is a distinct sound of a zipper. After some shuffling I hear a sigh. Bringing my ear close I wait for the sound of urine hitting water but what happens next shocks me more than a Brooks assault.

“Oh Morgana.”

Oh. My. God. It’s Mr. Payne. Jesus, he knows I’m in here, but how?

I’m about to step off the toilet when I hear more shuffling.

“God what I want to fucking do to you Morgana. Oh fuck, that’s right put your pretty pouty lips over my cock. God I love your dirty mouth.”

I freeze. If I were a cartoon my eyes would pop out of my head at least 20 feet in front of me. The rustling sound is increasing in volume as I come to the realization my boss is jacking off to me in the office bathroom.

THE Joint...

I’m blinking right now. Blinking like I have never blinked before. If there is an eye fluttering contest I will win it. I blink trying desperately to understand how Mr. Payne can look me in the face, standing next to his girlfriend knowing how he has fingered me up my vagina!

This love tunnel, this thatched cottage, 
This mountain majesty, this seat of Venus, 
This other Eden, demi-pubes, 
This valley built by Nature for her hand
Against infection (eww) and the hand of man, 
This happy O, this little beaver, 
This precious peach set in the red sea, 
Which serves it on the office desk
Or with a dildo at home, 
Against the envy of less happier cocks,-- 
This Lawrence of a Labia, this Notorious V.A.G., this Velvet Glove, this Vagina.

I stop blinking and smirk. Like the day I met him I plaster on the most fake smile I can muster, push my hand into Tiffany’s bony one and give a punishing shake. Her grin slips into a painful grimace and she snaps her hand back massaging out the pain.

This is where I go overboard. Only Aria knows of my ‘psycho’ tendencies when I am in stress. Well, stress that deals with men. I’m like a car accident, you don’t want to look but you really actually do.

“Girlfriend! Well that is so great!” I squeal at the top of my lungs and then turn to my friends nodding furiously. “Isn't that great you guys and isn't she beautiful?”

I push out of the seat and throw my arms around Tiffany like she is the best friend I am reuniting with after a prolonged absence. As if I’m not acting bizarre enough I start to jump up and down and snort while still attached to her.

“Oh Tiffany I mean it you are simple divine.” I feel a hand tugging at my arm and look back to see Aria glaring at me shaking her head while mouthing the word “no” to me. Stumbling back I hit the table and watch as the milkshake finally tips, rolls in my direction and splatters all over my jeans.

It’s cold. Feels like icy shards of glass scraping down my leg but I’m still smiling like a loon.

“Are you alright Ms. Drake?” Mr. Payne asks with the same expression he had on his face when I almost passed out during the interview.

Oh mighty gods of THE, keeper of all things THE, please don’t let me punch him. Please.

“I’m fine.” I growl at him between clenched teeth.

That answer should tell him to back away slowly because I’m feeling stabby. If a woman answers that she is okay, then she is okay. If a woman answers she is mad, she is pissed. If a woman answers she is fine, it’s too late just pray for mercy.

I feel the hand yank me away from the table and I stumble along. Aria pulls me into a bathroom that makes airplane lavatories look spacious. I manage to squeeze past her to sit on the toilet so I have some room.

“Morgana do you know why a dick gets hard?”

I roll my eyes and give in, “No why does a dick get hard Aria?”

“To stay in shape.”

I start blinking again at her. She shrugs and leans back on the wood grained wall.

“It’s a scientific fact that a penis needs to periodically be engorged to maintain a healthy tone.”

I’m still blinking but finally just shut my eyes and sigh. Then I groan and drop my head between my legs.

“How was that a joke or relevant in any way Aria?”

“I just thought it was interesting. Plus it helped take your mind off of Mr. Payne for a moment.”

She’s right. The woman may make terrible jokes, but she is the best person I know who can divert my attention from the horribleness of my life. Right now only heroin would be a better distractor.

Aria is on her knees wiping the chocolate from my leg with a wet paper towel. For the first time in the past ten minutes my lips curve into a genuine smile. As shitty as Mr. Payne has been I still have the people who really love and care about me.

“Thank you Aria for being my friend.” I brush my hand through her platinum hair.

She looks up at me and smirks while shrugging her shoulders.

“If I didn't become your friend who would?”

“And there it is. I was happy for that one second and then impaled in the heart once more.” I wink at her. Her eyes go wide and there is an odd expression on her face.

“Uh, Morgana, you know we are only friends. Just because your grandma wants us to hook up doesn't mean we should. And even if we did, a diner bathroom is not what I would have in mind.”

I remove my hand from her hair and give a playful smack on the shoulder. There is a knock at the door.

“Ms. Drake I need to speak with you.” Mr. Payne’s voice bellows through the door.

Aria gets up and nods. She loosens the top three buttons on my sweater and pushes it open to reveal enough cleavage for a man to fall into. I shove her hands away.

“You have to show him what he’s missing Morgana.” She winks back at me tossing the wet towel in the trash and opens the bathroom door before I have time to protest. Aria strolls to Henrik and points her thumb at me.

“She’s all yours. Oh, and my father is a lawyer. So, fuck with her and I will lawyer the crap out of all of this.” She waves her hand around his body and then turns to go.

Mr. Payne shakes his head and walks into the bathroom, shutting it behind him. This is a really popular bathroom I’m guessing.

“Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend? She might get jealous.” I glare at him while narrowing my eyes.

He leans back on the wall roughly combing his fingers through his hair and sighing.

“Look Ms. Drake, not that my personal life is any of your business.”

I stand, cutting him off and plant my hands on my hips.

“Really? Really? Really? Uh...really? Because last I checked you shoved your hand in my crotch not once but twice in the last month, so I’m thinking you having a girlfriend is my business.”

His head tilts back hitting the wall.

“Morgana it’s just a bit more complicated than that. She isn't my girlfriend in that way. She’s much more to me.”

Wait a minute! So she’s more than a girlfriend?

“Oh that makes it so much better! You are a real piece of work you know that? Must be nice living all rich, having one girl at home and another at work. No one to say no to you and all your desires. Now you even have one running your errands. Must be awesome your life. Awesome!”

I try to squeeze past him to get to the door but he grabs me, pinning me in place. His erection is digging into me making it a little painful to move. Jesus, he’s turned on? When doesn't this man have a boner? No wonder he has to have two women in his life.

His head dips to my neck as he nuzzles his teeth there with little bites rendering me helpless. Anything involving my neck makes me catatonic. I think there is a magic button that men seem to find.

His hands land on my hips and curl into my jeans. It almost hurts his fingers are pressing so hard causing a moan to escape my lips.

“Morgana it’s just not what you think it is. I have never even kissed Tiffany.”

His hand reaches around and I feel it start to migrate under my jeans toward my ass. That’s when I realize that this is like every other time with him. I couldn't tell you how I managed to discover this as he has me in a trance, but the thought pops into my head nonetheless.

He seduces me, but expects me to stay quiet and forget it ever happened after. Well no more! I push away from him and open the door. Before I leave I glance back. His hands are gripping the sink with his head hanging down. If I didn't know him better I would feel sorry for him, he looks defeated. But, I do know him so I don’t.

“This is not okay.” I wave a hand between us and then head back to the table.

THE Let Down...

Nothing happened. I hate to break it to you in such a cold and unfeeling manner, but that is where I am mentally right now. Mr. Payne has done this to me. He’s turned me from a fun-loving free spirit to a heartless asshat who just accidentally bumped into someone on the street and didn't say ‘excuse me’ after. I know terrible, right!

Back at Henrik’s office Friday evening after he pulled me off the couch to help him with the mess he created there was that moment where I saw in his eyes his lust for me. I also felt it digging into my stomach. We both gazed longingly at each other and if it had been a movie the romantic music would have started to play. But he pulled away and went about cleaning up like his dick wasn't hard for me.

So utterly frustrating! Then to top it off as we were leaving he found the crumpled up pink post it note about his dry cleaning and handed it back to me. Not a word about it. Not a “I hate to have to ask you to help me outside of work, but...” or “Morgana it would help me so much if you could...” just nothing.

So here I am trudging through the bitter cold trying not to slip on the pockets of ice and snow on the sidewalks of downtown Chicago with an extremely large bag of men’s suits in dry-cleaning bags. The bright side of all this is perhaps I get to see his place and possibly Henrik today. You know I hate myself don’t you? He’s like an obnoxious drug. One I want to punch and then make out with. I don’t even make any sense anymore.

I stop in front of the building of the address on the note. It’s one of those tall skyscrapers where only rich people live. As I approach a decked out doorman tips his hat to me and opens the door. All I can think is he must be cold. I hope this place pays him a decent salary for freezing his balls off.

There is a sweet looking old man standing behind the desk with the lobby attendant sign on it. His wrinkled face gives me a warm smile.

“Yes, how may I help you miss?”

“I have to drop this off to Mr. Henrik Payne’s apartment.”

I flop the dry-cleaning on his desk and push some of the suits out of the way in order to see his face. He holds up a finger and picks up his phone. After a few moments he’s talking to someone on the other end.

“There is dry-cleaning down here to be picked up.”

After he hangs up he gazes up at me and smiles once again.

“I’ll make sure it’s safe. Someone is on their way down right now to pick it up. Have a wonderful day.”

Nodding I walk toward the entrance and get my cell phone out of my purse. I know this is terrible but I hope it’s Henrik who comes down, so I call my friends and wait in the lobby hoping to catch a glimpse. Pretending to fiddle with my phone I hear the elevator open and turn to see an older man with silver hair in a nice suit get out and make his way over to the lobby attendants desk. He grabs the dry cleaning and heads back to the elevators.

I guess it is too much to ask to see Henrik. Even if I got a chance what would I say? Would he even acknowledge me, probably not? Sighing I dial Aria’s number. After a ring she picks up.

“Hey where are you? Evaleen is already here. We ordered cheese sticks without you.”

There was an office happy hour two weeks ago and toward the end only Evaleen, Rick (one of the sales guys) and I were left. Aria called me and I invited her over. We all hit it off. Rick ended up flirting with Aria which for his part was a big mistake. Oh, she went home with him, but she doesn't do more than one night stands. He has been bugging me ever since for her phone number.

“I’m almost there, had to drop off something. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Okay but hurry. The cheese sticks have arrived and Evaleen has already inhaled one. What? Don’t hit me. It’s true Evaleen.” I can hear a muffled voice in the background.

“I’ll see you shortly.”

I hang up and briskly walk ten blocks to the diner called The Joint. Entering I am assaulted with the smell of grease, stifling heat and everything is covered in dark wood paneling. I’m almost confident this place hasn't been updated in forty years. Looking around I notice Aria’s hand waving in the air to capture my attention. Nodding I head over to her but she doesn't stop waving until I am standing at the table.

Taking off my winter gear I shove in beside Evaleen who is sucking on her chocolate shake.

“I ordered for you Morgana. Your usual.”

“Thanks Aria I’m starving.” I grab the lone cheese stick on the plate in the middle of the table and bite into the cold appetizer.

“Did you go stalking him Morgana?” Aria’s neatly plucked eyebrow raises as she sucks ice from her water glass into her mouth, chomping on it like candy.

“Stalk whom?” Evaleen lifts her head from the straw glancing back and forth between us.

“Aria is referring to Mr. Payne. And no I wasn't stalking him, just dropping off his dry cleaning.”

I try to act aloof by reading the sugar packets but accidentally spill the syrup container while reaching for the brown packet. Trying quickly to wipe it up I manage to splash Aria with her water and almost knock Evaleen’s milkshake completely over.

“Let me get that Drake.” Evaleen cleans up my mess as I give her a small smile and turn to look out over the diner. Usually this place is packed but there are several empty seats today. I’m thinking the cold snap is keeping people away. The sub-zero temperature is a deterrent even for the thick skinned Chicagoans.

“So you stalk Mr. Payne?” Evaleen questions while tossing the napkins in the corner of the table.

“No I don’t. Today was the first time I have ever been to his building and only because he asked me to pick up his dry-cleaning for him. That’s all.”

Our food arrives

“You have had the hots for that man from day one Morgana.” Aria happily points out while popping a french fry into her mouth.

“What?” Evaleen’s voice rises as her eyes bulge.

I really didn't want Evaleen to find out I like Mr. Payne. It’s embarrassing enough to have a thing for the greatest asshole that ever was or ever will be, but then let people at the office know makes it worse. Much worse. I know they will stare at me sitting alone at my desk and shake their head in shame. They will judge and I will agree with them, “Why Mr. Payne? Why oh why Mr. Payne?”

“So what if I think he’s good looking. I’m not the only one. I know for a fact Grace loves him. Even though she’s the building receptionist and is stationed in the lobby, she is always in our kitchen on the 28th floor waiting for him. Anytime I bring his name up she gets that blissful faraway look in her eyes.”

“That is true Drake, she has been in love with him for two years when she first started at Mimir. Every time he needs a new assistant she submits her resume. She never applies to any other job in the company, only to be his assistant. But, as for you, that is a different story because you've spoken to him. Drake you know what a tremendous dick he is and therefore I’m quite intrigued by your attraction.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me while leaning her chin on her hand.

“There is nothing to tell I...” My breath catches when I see the man himself walk in accompanied by a stunning brunette.  The woman is close to his height, age and in that moment it hits me that if I didn't know Mr. Payne I would think they are the most beautiful couple to ever walk the earth.

Shit.

He guides her to one of the empty tables and I can’t keep my eyes off them as he helps her remove her coat. She does the usual date type stuff for him. The woman blushes, lightly touches his arm and throws her head back laughing at something he tells her. I want to slap her.

“Morgana, what’s wrong? You look like you did that one time your brother threw the last piece of cake in the trash from your birthday.”

I can’t speak only grit my teeth.

“Look who just sat down.” I hear Evaleen say and see her pointing in Henrik’s direction out of the corner of my eye.

“Who’s that?” Aria turns to see what we are focused on.

“It’s him. The Payne in the ass!” I bite out.

I know I shouldn't be mad. If I think about it why wouldn't he have a girlfriend? He’s rich and handsome so I shouldn't be surprised some money grubbing whore got her teeth into him. Wow, that sounded awful. I need cake.

“Oh my god that’s him? Jesus he’s fucking studly. Wowza he can do some dusting of my cobwebs anytime.”

That snaps me out of it. I turn to look at Aria and notice Evaleen is staring at her too.

“Aria just eww!” I shake my head at her.

“What? That’s a saying.”

“No it is not and I pray to god it never is uttered again.” Evaleen joins me in the shaking of heads.

“Whatever. He is smoking though. But is that his girlfriend?”

I glance at Evaleen who shrugs, “I have no idea if he has a girlfriend. That man’s private life is more secure than a key locked in a safe. No one knows if he has dated anyone in ten years.”

Those words don’t help me feel any better. We agreed to a truce and now I know why.

“Ms. Drake.”

I look up to see Mr. Payne standing beside the table with the brown hair skank beside him. He nods at me but then notices Evaleen and starts to squint his eyes.

“Bechmann.”

“Payne.” She replies back to him.

He glances at Aria and I feel her hand give me a nudge shaking me out of my haze.

“Oh, uh hi Mr. Payne. This is my friend Aria. Aria, this is my boss Mr. Payne.”

He reaches out his hand to shake and I hear Aria giggle. Yes, giggle. He has reduced her to a 12 year old in just seconds. After a couple of tries he manages to tug out of Aria’s grasp and wraps his arm around his brunette bimbo.

“Ladies this is Tiffany. She is...”

Before he can finish Tiffany pipes in and thrusts her hand in my face.

“I’m Henrik’s girlfriend and you must be Morgana. I have heard some interesting stories about you.”

Well fuck me!