Short Story Month, Part 3
Hello one and all!
Can I get a “Woot, woot!” for��National Short Story Month. As you probably know by now,��I���ve invited several authors to come and visit my blog to either talk about their short stories, or��feature a micro-short.
Today, I���m happy to bring you all a special piece written by��the one and only Synful Desire, my family and friend. I’m a huge fan of her works. They are the sort that either make you giggle or sweat. Sometimes, both.
And now, with you all, “The Desktop Surprise” a microshort story by Synful Desire.
Shelley sat at her desk���her fingers already in perfect tangent with the task of the day. Twelve numbers on the first row, six numbers on the second row, and nine numbers of the third row. Just as she was about to begin her letter typing sequence, a ding, followed by the appearance of an envelope icon, disrupted her assignment.
Shelley looked to the left and to the right. No one was watching. She supposed it was all right. Yet, who could it be? She was the small person on the hierarchy of importance. She wasn���t the go to person when it came to email contact.
She directed her mouse���s white arrow towards the minimized window. She nervously glanced again, this time at the black multi lined phone. All of the bosses��� lines were lit, each engaged in decision making, life changing conference calls.
Shelley���s pulse raced as she maximized the window. She did in fact have a message. The sender line read ���Anonymous���. The subject line read ���Something Special for Shelley.���
She had never gotten anything anonymous before. In all of the romantic movies it usually indicated a wonderful surprise. Besides, even the subject said it was ���special���. Roger complimented her on her new skirt the other day. Could it have come from him?
She double tapped the left button on her mouse. There was only one line, along with a box below.
For Your Viewing Pleasure, Shelley.
The box below the text had a triangle in the center, with the word ���Play��� underneath it. Shelley took her headphones from her purse, then plugged them into the jack. She thought they couldn���t play videos due to the new security filters set in place.
���Here goes.��� Shelley whispered to herself while selecting the arrow.
At first, all Shelley could see was a queen sized bed covered with red sheets. Then, a young lady walked in, taking her position on the bed. She was wearing a white lace camisole. However, that was not what sparked Shelley���s interest. It was a combination of things.
The woman was one of the newest interns that had just started at the organization. Was her name Marci, or Marli? There was also something missing from the ensemble���the matching bottom.
Marci���s (executive decision made, plus it was easier to pronounce) emerald eyes shone with unhidden lust. ���It���s about time you got here Shelley. I���m swollen with want for you.���
Marci spread her legs to expose her once hidden treasure. ���Let me show you how hot you make me.���
As Marci put her fingers to work, Shelley���s breathing became as labored as Marci���s. She placed her hands between her legs, fighting the urge to join Marci in her activity. Just as when Shelley was about to let her stifled moans burst forth, an instant message popped up from her boss.
Shelley, grab the documents I just printed. Thanks.
By the time Shelley rushed to grab the papers for her boss, the video feed ended.
WOO! See what I meant about making you giggle AND sweat?
Okie dokie … until next time mis amores!
