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Voyeurism Fantasies
(J.S. Lee)

The day had passed by in a blur and had culminated in a conference call with Mr. Hall, the senior partner and opposing council shouting from the phone on her desk.  She had kept her cool and pressed the man into a corner, receiving a smile from Mr. Hall for her efforts.  Then the phone buzzed in her pocket and she mouthed an apology and checked her messages.



"Who I am is not important.  What I want is.  Be in the parking lot in 10 minutes."



Angie froze, she was sweating once more and had completely lost her place in the conversation.  Stammering, she made flimsy excuses to end the conversation and couldn't even hear the words that the senior partner shouted at her as she dashed down the hallway to the elevator.  As she hit reply and told her tormentor that she had arrived, the response came back immediately.



"Drop your briefcase and your coat.  Pull up your dress and masturbate for me."



She couldn't believe the words she was reading and her fingers trembled so badly that it took several attempts to type a response.  "I can't, there are security cameras here."



The answer sent a chill down her spine, "I know.  You like it when people watch though, don't you?"  Angie closed her eyes and the flashes of her dream, nightmare or fantasy, she could never accurately describe it, came back and she felt the pulse between her legs that she had woken with come back, insistent and demanding.



Angie did as she was told and freed her hands, dropping the briefcase and ignoring the papers that scattered to the ground.  Pressing herself against the concrete wall behind her, she quickly shoved her dress up past her waist and felt the chill on her bare flesh that was exposed.  Running her hand along her inner thighs, the goosebumps spread, as did the wet spot in her panties.