Vanessa sat quietly contemplating behind her desk, the light from lunchtime London filling her spacious corner office. Clean lines, glass walls, a view of the whole city stretching beneath her as though it was hers to admire. The Queen herself surely didn't have this to look at on her lunch break: the river Thames reflected like a diamond vein in the light of the sun, the bustling people below appeared like ants, and then there was the money, Vanessa mused. She had made it. She made it big and she made it young. The board of directors were finally starting to trust her; pretty, blonde, 34. Her counterpart in Marketing was the closest one to her in age, and he was 49. Her office stood high above the bustling city streets - twenty-first floor, leather furniture, expensive wall art, panoramic views - all physical trophies of her professional accomplishments. Vanessa Arrington, top City executive, and a damn good one, too!

 

It was 12:14pm, Friday. The rest of her department would just be sitting down to eat lunch together. Vanessa hadn't taken a lunch break since she accepted this job 18 months ago; she believed in efficient multi-tasking and consumed her quick meals while at networking events, office meetings, while reading through résumés and taking conference calls. Every year, on January 1st, she penned "Fail to prepare, prepare to fail" on the first page of her new yearly diary, where she journaled her goals throughout the year. 12pm on a Friday was just another hour on the clock, and a brief opportunity to plan for the afternoon. Although today, she was feeling differently.

 

Vanessa's eyes glanced at the bright yellow piece of paper stuck to the side of her laptop computer. 'Two people', the post-it note said. How could she possibly fire two people? She had hand-picked her business team, and they all worked together perfectly. She liked them, and they loved her. What would it do to morale, to lose two people? She hated having to make this decision, but it needed to be done.

 

"With power comes great responsibility." She smiled, ruefully. The choice would be made by close of business that day, and she inwardly hardened her heart to any protest. Being fair had got her a good team, but being able to handle the unpleasant components of her work had made her the boss.

 

After she had signed off on the two names of the employees that had to be let go, Vanessa stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the ladies restroom located down the hall from her corner office. The office was still bare of people; they'd be paying the waiter at the restaurant by now, jackets slung over their shoulders, taking that last gulp of the wine from their glasses. She had about 15 minutes before the office staff all filtered back to their desks, and the shrill rings of the phones started up again along with all the emailing and faxing of documents and proposals back and forth. Vanessa smiled back at her reflection, dirty blonde hair falling neatly over tailored shoulders, a pencil skirt fitting over her slim thighs. She turned to look at herself side on, the outfit finished by black high heels, their red soles flashing money as she walked past her employees. Yes, her employees. Would that ever get old? Vanessa pulled out the small pot of gloss from her bag, touching up the peach color on her plump lower lip. The lip that...

 

...A brief pause, and a flashback that felt like electricity, shot through her thighs. Vanessa immediately reached into her large purse digging for her cell phone, buried underneath organizers and folders and calendars. Leaning on the sink, she scrolled through her contact list, her manicured nails clicking against the screen. 'D.A.'. Just two letters - two single letters - and oh how it made her pussy warm. 'D.A.'. Vanessa momentarily forgot all about her employees, New York clients, and her never ending inbox. Her clit was tingling, remembering. 'D.A.'. She'd already seen him once, Tuesday, and she'd... Vanessa felt herself get light-headed and closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as she heard the first of her chattering colleagues walking down the corridor just outside the bathroom. She was wet. She was in need. She pressed dial.