GWENETH

"Annie. . ."

"Bitch! Where have you been?" She cuts me off irritatingly. "You have no idea how crazy I have been going! I have been to almost a dozen goddamn police stations, but none of the suckers filled a missing person’s report saying that you are a grown adult and that it hadn’t yet been twenty four hours. I have been beating myself up over why I took you to the nightclub." She sobs at the end of her rap sentence.

"A missing person’s report? You went too far Annie, geez. I am glad they didn’t file one."

"I told her the same thing." A familiar male voice throws in.

"Shut up, Sam." Annie snaps.

"Sam?" I frown slightly, taken off guard. "Why is he with you?"

"Your dear friend suspected me of alleged drugging and abduction of you to a dark basement."

"What?" I laugh.

"What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t find you and I couldn’t reach you. Kids as small as six years old are seen as spies in civil wars much less a grown ass man whose eyes were wandering last night."

"Now that we have established that I didn’t drug and abduct her, we are done here right?"

"Get lost." She spat.

"It is my nightclub. You are the one supposed to. . . . .leave."

"Ugh, fine!"

"Sorry babe. My phone died and I couldn’t call you. It’s on the charger right now." I say.

"Wait, where are you?"

"At the office."

"Fuck! You are not supposed to be there. I called in—"

"Food poisoning, I know. Don’t worry, I played along." I breathe in a shaky sharp breath, wondering if I should tell her that I encountered Calyx. I want to, but I am also not ready to spill the entire story from day one.

"Gwen, are you still there?"

"Yes, I still am."

"Spill. How was it?" She says.

"Spill what?"

"I am a veteran in the one night stand department girl. Do not even think about fooling me. There can only be one reason you went MIA on me last night. So how was it?"

Her statement jogs my mind to the one night stand I had. My body tingles and it is almost as if I can feel the stranger’s burning touch on my body. His hands on my hips. Fingers digging in, almost bruising. Being helplessly and recklessly fucked into the mattress. My legs wrapped around his strong waist as his dick slides through my pussy folds, drawing me close to release, my thighs slick with arousal—Gosh, why am I getting horny just thinking about it? And in the office of all places. Did someone turn up the temperature, or is it just me? What is with the sudden rush of heat? Fanning myself with my hand does absolutely nothing. My pussy is throbbing and clenching around nothing, telling me it wants to be filled and satisfied again. I am feeling steamy. I was already breathing fast before I realized it. "Gwen? Are you okay?" Annie’s subtle worry voice pierced my thoughts

"Yeah, I am fine. I. . . I’ll call you back." I feel this strange sudden need to do something that I stopped doing years ago. I quickly hang up the call. There is no one else in the office. I glance at the main door. My heart is beating with fear and hammering against my ribcage that someone might come in and see what I am about to do. But I am so engulfed in this cloud of horniness that I don’t care much about getting caught. I will be quick. I bite down on my bottom lip as my hand slips into my pants. My head tilts back and my mouth falls open at the galvanizing sensation elicited by the indirect contact of my moist clit and fingers. My nipples drags against the fabric of my bra, begging for attention. Letting them out would be too much. I just hold one and fondle it through my bra and shirt. I press the lace of my panties into my pulsing, swollen clit. I rub slowly in circles while I recollect that hot stranger and his dick. My pussy making filthy sounds as I plunge a finger in and out. I am so soaked that I can feel my juices dripping out into my thighs. My body begins shaking and slipping out of control. I could no longer hold in my moans. I let them out. Not caring if I am being too loud. Soon my stomach coils with heat. I cum suddenly. My legs vibrating with that electric feeling. My body limply reclines against the chair as the aftershocks draws out. This single orgasm out passes all of the ones I got from my exes. I was used to faking satisfaction rather than getting the real one. I see someone from my peripheral. I turn to look closely, and I find that I wasn’t alone like I thought. I immediately take my hands away from my pants. Fear zaps through me. My chair screech against the floor as I jerk upright at the sound of the voice. Raymond is inches away from my desk, holding files with an expression that says he saw and he is still trying to process it. Heat of shame and embarrassment crawls into my cheeks. Why did I have to be caught by him of all people?

"I. . . . I . . . t. . . thought I would be able to leave as quietly as I came in." He explains.

"It. . . It’s fine." I did not know anything to say other than that. "It’s not what you think" is not the words since he saw it. "I am deeply sorry. It was wrong of me to intrude. I should have created a sound to let you know I was here." His awkward apology is only making my embarrassment grow.

"The. . . whole time?" I simper.