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Office Games
(Dark Pen)
Brad was annoyed with himself. It was Friday and today at lunch he had picked up a couple of CDs at the mall near where he worked, then he`d left the damn things on his desk. Fortunately, it was only a ten-minute drive from home, so he jumped into the car and took off. He had a key to get in the building; most of the programmers did, because they were known for working at odd hours. Not that things had been hopping lately, what with the downturn, but his company was doing well enough.
He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. The door was locked, no surprise at nine at night, so he unlocked it and made his way quietly into the dim building. For some reason, Brad was always quiet when he moved, something that caused his co-workers some annoyance, since he scared the hell out of them on occasion. He didn`t do it on purpose, it just happened.
As he moved through the cubicle farm that management called a workspace, he noticed that there was light coming from a cube in the corner. A year or six months ago, this would not have been unusual, but nowadays the place was almost a ghost town after five, and you never saw anyone after seven. Brad walked into his cube and grabbed the CDs. He turned to go out, when he heard a sound coming from the lit cube. That was interesting, especially since it was Donna`s cube and anything having to do with Donna he found very interesting. They were actually working on a project together, but there was no need for OT and anyway, he figured that a good-looking woman like her would be out partying on a Friday night.
He thought about Donna as he walked toward her cube. She was very hot. She stood about five-ten, in the three-inch heels that she always wore -- those weird, wide heeled boots that were in style. She was thin, although not painfully so, had a narrow waist and a small, tight ass. Her breasts were perhaps a b-cup, and she had long, thick brunette hair that fell almost to her waist. Her face was... pretty, but not excessively so, and she had very clear, blue eyes. Her ears were pierced, three on the left and five on the right.
Donna was a very bright young woman about 15 years younger than Brad, who was thirty-five. He knew from talking to her that she had graduated high school at 16, then college at 19. She`d decided to get some work experience before going back for her Master's Degree. She and Brad had started on this project just a few weeks ago. He had been at the company for a while, ten years in fact, and was one of the senior programmers. He`d found that despite the fact that she was so young, she took her work seriously. But not seriously enough to lose a sense of humor and proportion and certainly not enough to be here at nine at night when there was no need.
Brad froze at the next sound. That sounded like a moan. Moving as quietly as he could, he moved past her cube, then behind it. Her cube was quite private. The walls were all high and the side with the doorway was up against a wall, so, when leaving it, you could only make a right. Her desk was set up to face the doorway. Behind her, the other wall of the cube would have been against a wall, but there was a circuit breaker panel there. So they had moved the cube wall away from the panel and made a sort of alley way behind her row of cubes. No one went back there unless they had to get to the breaker panel, but if someone did, and looked over the wall, they`d actually be behind her desk. Brad was certainly tall enough to look over the top of the wall. Another noise, clearly a moan, sounded as he moved to the back wall so that he could peek in. There were also squishing sounds, sounds that sounded like sex.
Brad wondered why she would be having sex here. He knew that she had a roommate, but really, there had to be somewhere else to go! He peeked over the top of the wall and looked down. He blinked, needing a few seconds to take in what he was seeing. But boy, was he glad that he hadn`t made any noise!
Donna had turned her chair so that her legs were to one side. Her skirt was unbuttoned and her long legs spread very wide. He could see that her pussy hair was as dark as the hair on her head and that she`d shaved it into a strip about as wide as her vulva. More he could not see, since her hand was covering the rest, but it was obvious that at least one finger was buried inside her. It looked like she had poured some kind of lubricant all over her crotch, because her hand was soaked, and the pubic hair that he could see was matted with wetness. She`d actually put what looked to be a hand towel under her crotch. Her other hand was busy under her shirt, and she was staring at the computer screen. Since her screen was 21", he had no trouble identifying what she was looking at. And when he realized what it was, that turned out to be as shocking as what she was doing.
She was looking at his web page, reading one of his stories. She didn`t know it was his website, of course, because he used a pen name. But he could not believe that she was getting off on what he`d written. It wasn`t that he didn`t write well. He got occasional compliments. It was the type of writing that he did. All his stories were about women, usually young, being sexually tortured. There was no non-consensual stuff in the stories, but all of them contained heavy BDSM, watersports, piercing, in fact, almost everything.
Well, he didn`t write about mutilation or snuff, but the stories weren`t light reading, there was often blood, extended bondage and slavery and even some implied scat.
He`d always wondered what kind of people read his stuff. The stories weren`t politically correct, by any means, and, aside from people online, he had never personally shown them to anyone. The realization that someone he knew was reading his stuff was surprising.
Donna was obviously approaching a climax. Her one hand was a blur at her crotch, and he could see her other one bunching beneath her shirt and squeezing her breast. Brad could actually smell her arousal and it was an intoxicating smell, something his rock-hard cock could attest to. Finally, her head went back and her body convulsed in what seemed to be a very intense orgasm. Brad ducked down so that he couldn`t be seen, but Donna was oblivious to anything but the pleasure racing through her body. He still watched, as she lay there, her hand making squishing sounds as she slid it through her sex. When she withdrew her hand, it was literally soaked, and she let strands of liquid drip into her mouth. Brad almost came in his pants. Finally she sucked each finger into her mouth and licked her hand clean. She then sat up and clicked on her mouse, reaching across her body to use her dry hand. When his title page came up, he noticed that about half of the stories had been clicked on. So, he mused, it wasn`t a fluke, she`d read a lot of his stuff.
Brad ducked down and quietly made his way out of the office. He had a lot of thinking to do...
By Monday, Brad had formed something of a plan. If nothing else, he wanted to see what else she did in her cube, which meant getting some camera gear in there. This was not hard, since the company wrote the software for small, high fidelity video cameras. It was an ongoing project and he knew that there would be some floating around that he could make use of. He`d written the lion`s share of the software for the things, so hooking them up would be no problem. They were small enough that concealing them wouldn`t be too much of a problem. He realized that this was going to take some time to think out and to implement. By Friday, Brad had acquired all the hardware he needed.
It had been a difficult week, he mused as he entered the office around midnight. Working with Donna and keeping from her what he knew about her was hard. She was very attractive and he was sure that she had a lover. Plus, he figured that he wasn`t her type. He was about six one, and very unremarkable looking. He had brown eyes, long brown hair, was slim but not skinny; pleasant enough, but nothing to write home about. Definitely not the kind of flashy guy that a pretty twenty-year-old would be interested in. He didn`t do the club scene, at least the normal kinds, didn`t drink, and was a pretty quiet guy. His writing and his other hobbies, like leather, metal and electronics work, kept him home. He and his last lover had split a year ago. They`d found that sex was the only thing between them. She was an environmentalist who had no liking for technology and they`d found themselves on the wrong side of political issues once too often. Too bad, too, she had been an excellent sub.
He sat down in Donna`s chair and looked around. There were some obvious places to put the cameras, but he wanted to have certain views. It took a long time to position one that was under her desk facing her chair. There was one that looked into the cube from above and behind her chair. Others were added as well, until he had what he thought would be good coverage of the girl from several angles. Wiring was actually easy, since there was a raised floor, and the cameras were designed to be easily concealed and installed. As an afterthought, he also added a small mike.
He came back the next night to do all the wiring. The wires were pulled together and led to a small transmitter. The transmitter plugged into a regular AC outlet and powered the cameras as well as itself. Sunday evening he tested it. Brad plugged the wireless receiver into his personal laptop and triggered the system. All but one camera worked perfectly, but there were two that needed to be slightly repositioned. He did that, and then figured he`d look for the replacement later. There had to be one around. The feed was great and gave him color video of her cube. The software gave him a six-paneled view, one from each camera, and he could click on a panel to enlarge it. Hell, the one from the ceiling gave him a perfect view of the computer screen - enough so that he could read most of what was on it. Brad shut the thing down, pocketed the receiver and left. He could hardly sleep that night.
The next few days were interesting, but hardly exciting. Donna did nothing out of the ordinary during the day and he was too afraid to leave the receiver there overnight to allow the system to record. Paranoid, he knew, since most people wouldn`t even recognize the thing. Still, if it were found, it could be awkward, to say the least. Friday afternoon, however, when he activated the vid, things started to heat up. Donna had come to work in a dress, usually she wore pants of some sort, and was looking very nice. He had a clear shot of her panties from the desk-cam. There wasn`t much light, but he could see a little bit. But at around two, when he looked again, he saw that she was on his website again. Quickly, he activated the record function, and sat back to watch. Sure enough, she clicked on another story and he could see her hand drift down between her legs. She actually pulled back from the desk a little to give her hand more access, and that gave the desk-cam more light. He could see her panties, white for a second before her hand blocked the view by rubbing her sex. She pulled away and clicked to a different page as one of the other girls from the office walked into her cube. Her legs were still open, and he noticed that she seemed to have a pad on under her panties. Brad figured that she was menstruating.
Then he was interrupted as someone came in to talk to him. The conversation lasted for almost a half hour, and, when he got back to looking at the video, Donna had left her office. She hadn`t left the building, but she had left the cube. Brad sighed. At five it was time to go home, and he figured he`d take a chance. He left the cameras on and let it record. His laptop had enough space to record for several hours, so he figured he would come back at around ten pm to get the machine.
He got back at eleven and found the building empty. He hunted through the storeroom and came across a nice low-light camera. He put that one under her desk and then replaced the non-working one with the original desk-cam. His tests showed that this worked very well. He couldn`t wait to get home to view the recordings.
They were a disappointment, that was for sure. Donna did go back to his web page and read through a story. But there had been no masturbating and the only thing that the mike recorded was office talk between her and Sandy. Oh well, what did he expect? Still, it was frustrating, but it was late and he was tired.
When he got up the next morning, he checked his email accounts. As usual, there was a ton of spam, and Brad heartily wished that they`d all just fuck off and die. One of his accounts was for his website and the name he used there was Edge. After all the spam deletion, there was one email from someone called need2sub. It was a very nice piece of mail, the kind that authors like to get, telling him how much his work turned her on. She went on to say that she had no real life experience, and even though she knew that his writing was fantasy, she was longing to experience sex as a sub; to actually do, or attempt to do, some of the things he`d written about.
That was interesting. His work was fantasy, but there were a number of things that could be done in real life -- if the sub was into pain and was very perverted. That type of sub was rare, especially ones with a body type that attracted him. There was a reason why his stories usually had young teens in them. They were the ones with a body type that he liked, lean, waifish and small breasted. Having spent time in the company of actual teens, at either family or friends' houses, he knew that he had very little interest in them. Really, he thought, how could an actual teen have the experience to give him the reactions that he desired of a sub? Fact was, they had neither the mental maturity nor the experience. They had nice bodies, though.
need2sub had included an ICQ number and an offer to chat. Hmmm - perhaps. The rest of his weekend was uneventful. Pervert that he was, he saved the small clip of Donna playing with her panties. Monday at work, things were very slow. The project was going OK, but they were waiting on some info. He and Donna had nothing to do from lunch on and he figured that he`d tune in and see what she was doing. Then he came across the email that contained the ICQ number and he figured he`d see if need2sub was on. He got on ICQ and started to contact her, idly staring at the pictures from the cams in Donna`s office.
He sent off the message to need2sub and sat back watching Donna work at her computer. Then his attention was taken from the vid as need2sub came back. Wow - that was fast.
need2sub: Hello, thankYou for Your message. i didn`t think You`d contact me.
Edge: I`m glad you enjoyed my stories.
need2sub: They are extreme, but i find that i am drawn to them.
Edge: They`re not reality, that`s for sure. But they are fun fantasies.
Brad glanced up. Donna was still engrossed in her computer screen, so he went back to his ICQ conversation.
need2sub: i have never subbed to anyone, but would like to.
Edge: Any*one*? You are female, right? Does that mean that you`d sub to a female?
need2sub: Are You a woman? Your stories are written from a male perspective.
Brad thought it was time to play a bit. He wanted to see how receptive she was, but didn`t want to give the impression that he was a `down-on-your-knees` wannabe Dom.