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Lucy reached the end of the corridor. The name on the door was Howard Jacobs, the dead guy they had held the memorial for yesterday. She knocked and waited. A manโs voice shouted โCome.โ
Walking into the office was like travelling back in time. The office was enormous, almost half the size of the entire telesales floor. The floor was polished wood with a large Oriental rug in the centre. Even more paintings adorned the walls. At the far end of the room, next to the window was a massive mahogany desk. Behind the desk sat Edward Jacobs.
โCome closer,โ he said without looking up from his paperwork.
Lucy knew she was about to be fired. Alison had been right. He must have been pissed off because of the short skirt she had worn. Lucy inched her way towards the desk trying to think what she might say to rescue her job. When she was a couple of feet from his desk, he finally looked up.
โLucy I believe.โ He was looking her straight in the eyes now.
โYes.โ Her voice was barely more than a squeak. She coughed to try to clear her dry throat.
โWe met yesterday. Do you recall?โ He said.
โYes. If it is about the skirtโฆโ
He pushed his chair back and stood up, โIt certainly is about the skirt. Do you think that was appropriate attire for a memorial service?โ
โNo, but I didnโt have anything else to wear.โ
He walked around the desk, his gaze never leaving Lucyโs eyes. He walked behind her. She didnโt like to turn around, so she stared out of the window. The Trader Wine building was the tallest in the area, so all she could see was the sky. His footsteps stopped. She could sense him standing right behind her. Sheโd had enough of this bullshit, if he was going to sack her why didnโt he get on with it.
โLook if you are going to sack meโฆโ
โWhat makes you think I am going to sack you?โ
โBecause of the skirt,โ she said.
There was a silence which seemed to last forever, then he said, โYou wanted me to fuck you yesterday didnโt you?โ
Lucy spun around to face the man. She couldnโt take in what he had just said.
โWhatโฆ?โ
โI said you wanted me to fuck you yesterday. Are you going to deny it?โ
Wow. This guy was direct. Lucy could feel the dampness on the front of her panties. What could she say? It was true. She had wanted him yesterday, but she couldnโt just come out and say it. Could she?
Before she had the chance to say anything, the man grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, so she was facing the desk again. Then he pushed her forward, so she was bent over the desk. His hand pulled her skirt up to reveal her panties. Lucy desperately tried to remember which ones she had put on that morning. His hand reached around her, and pulled her panties to one side. His fingers touched her moist pussy lips. She caught her breath, and moved her feet apart. She was wetter than she had been for months. His fingers found her clit and teased it slowly at first, then faster. Two fingers pushed slowly inside her, while he continued to tease her clit with his other hand. His fingers curved inside her and caressed the spot. She was lost in pleasure when he suddenly stopped and stepped away.
โWhat the fuckโฆ?โ Lucy turned around to face the man who still wore the same stony expression.
โI have a meeting in twenty minutes, there is a car waiting for me downstairs. I suggest we reconvene on Monday morning when I will have more time. โ
Lucy straightened her panties, and pushed her skirt down. โReconveneโฆ?โ
โThatโs correct. Now off you go, back to your office.โ
The man walked over to the door, and held it open for Lucy. As she walked towards the lift, she wondered what the hell had just happened. The girl behind the reception desk looked up, making Lucy feel even more uncomfortable. As Lucy rode down in the lift, she checked the mirror. She looked fine, although a little red in the cheeks.
โWhat was that all about?โ Alison demanded as soon as Lucy arrived back at her desk.
โNothing.โ Lucy knew she couldnโt say anything about what had just happened. Besides what would she say? She didnโt even understand it herself. Alison was persistent, so in the end Lucy told her that she had been given a warning because of the skirt incident. That seemed to satisfy Alison.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Lucy switched to auto-pilot to answer her calls, but all the time she kept having flashbacks. Reconvene on Monday - did that really mean what she thought it did?
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Part 3
Lucy telephoned her girlfriends to cancel. They assumed she must be ill because Lucy would never miss a Friday night out. Lucy had other things on her mind. And there were far more questions than answers.
Did Edward Jacobs really intend to fuck her on Monday when they reconvened?
Did she want him to? Hell she knew the answer to that one - she did, and then some.
What was she meant to do on Monday? Should she just go up to his office or would he call for her?
What should she say to Alison?
Who was the blonde he had been with at the hotel? Was he married?
Lucyโs head was in a spin all weekend. She went into town by herself on Saturday morning. She would normally have given one of her friends a call, but she didnโt want to face awkward questions. She spent far more
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