A bell tinkled from the front of the building. It was the sound of the door being opened.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Get off me!” Mischa hissed, shoving at his shoulders as voices filled the outer office.
Tal stood up casually, but she went into fast forward. She pushed him out of the way and raced around her desk before practically slamming the door to her office shut. She leaned back against it, thumbing the lock into place without looking. She had her eyes closed, and it was a moment before she realized Tal was laughing.
“God, I wish you could see yourself.”
Misch opened her eyes and looked down. Her dress and bra were still yanked down, her breasts still exposed. She glared at him before putting the material to rights.
“You need to get out of here,” she growled in a low voice as she dropped to her knees and began crawling around.
“How am I supposed to do that when you've got us barricaded in here? And what are you doing?” he asked as she shuffled under the desk.
“Climb out the window!” she told him, ignoring his question. She heard him moving around, and she figured he was working out how to get through said window, but then he cleared his throat.
“Looking for these?”
She stood on her knees and looked up at him. He had her panties dangling from his index finger, and he swung them back and forth. She rolled her eyes and climbed to her feet.
“Yes, thank you. Now this window, hurry and sneak out,” she urged, overturning a trash can and standing on the bottom of it so she could reach the window. She unlocked it and pushed it open before hopping down.
“I've never seen you move this fast, it's almost impressive,” Tal teased her. She glared at him.
“Shut up and leave,” she snapped, grabbing for her underwear. He moved his hand out of reach.
“Oh no. No, no, no. Give me attitude? After the fucking I just gave you? Then I'm keeping these,” he informed her, and she watched as her underwear disappeared into his pocket.
“What!? You can't do that! Give me those!” she demanded, reaching for his pants. He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, pressing his chest against hers.
“No. Good girls need to earn presents. Bad girls walk around bare assed,” he told her.
“That is the stupidest thing I've ever-,”
He let go of her wrists and one had grabbed her ass, forcing her hips against him. His other hand went underneath her dress and grabbed the other side of her butt, his palm warm against her bare flesh.
“What were you saying?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous sounding.
“Please, Tal, we don't have time for this,” she begged. He ignored her, and his hand stroked down to the underside of her ass.
“I always have time to make you come,” he whispered, his fingers moving between her legs, trailing through the wetness that was coating the inside of her thighs.
“Please,” she breathed, pressing her forehead against his chest. The ignoring continued and his long, long fingers were making themselves at home.
“For the rest of the day, you're going to be thinking about me fucking you,” he informed her. She nodded.
“Yes. Yes, I will,” she agreed, panting as his fingers picked up speed.
“If you fuck yourself before you come home,” he began, and his fingers slipped away. Made their way from her sticky wet center to the base of her spine. “Send me pictures.”
Before she could say anything, he pulled away from her. He ignored the overturned trash can and simply pulled himself up to the window. She drooled as the muscles in his shoulders strained underneath his t-shirt. Then he was moving through the opening and he was gone. Not even a backward glance.
“Mischa! You in there!?” her boss yelled, followed by a banging on her office door.
She knew she must have looked weird. She'd finger combed her hair as best she could, but Tal had made a mess of it. Her dress was also stretched out, the v-neck now dipping down to show the top of her bra. She was red, she was out of breath, and she was jittery.
Her boss didn't seem to care, just wanted to know if she'd faxed off the paperwork and to tell her they'd brought lunch back for her. She smiled her thanks and followed him out to the main office. Was very aware of the fact that she was wearing no underwear, and was still very wet.
Fucking Tal.
She only lasted about twenty minutes before she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it was a private room, no stalls. A space she could have to herself and a door she could lock. She went about cleaning herself up and was almost ready to head back out when her phone dinged. She picked it up and saw she had a text message from him.
Hanging in there?
She glared at the screen and banged out a response.
Barely. You're a prick.
Yes, but I'm your prick.
Still not a good thing.
Have you done it yet?
That threw her for a loop.
What?
Fucked yourself.
She was alone in the bathroom, and she still blushed. She would never get used to the way he talked to her.
Of course not! I'm at work. You're disgusting.
Not disgusting. Just incredibly turned on by a prudish woman. Do it now.
No.
Do it. Send me a picture of you touching yourself.
No!
I'll send you a picture.
That made her pause. This was all stupid – she'd seen the PSAs, she wasn't some teenager. Sending a nude selfie was a bad idea on a galactic scale. But on the other hand, getting one from him wasn't such a bad idea at all …