After Hours

It was a little past 2am. I was exhausted. The constant request I received throughout the night had me spent.
"Com'mon Brianne. Can I pleeease put it in," begged Mr. Randolph, as if him begging would make a difference. The bottom line was he couldn't pay, so unfortunately for him I was unable to fulfil his request.
"I'm sorry Mr. Randolph, but I can't do it. But once you get cash your check on Friday I'll be happy to do whatever you want."
"Fine," he said woefully, after blowing a gust of air in disgust.
I was supposed to stay until 4 but I was so tempted to say fuck the money and go to my pervert free home. But I needed the money, so I couldn't. Besides, my boyfriend had dropped me off and I was too far from home to walk.
"Well goodnight Mr. Randolph. Thank you for calling Cable One," I said before hanging up the phone.
I felt completely violated. All night perverts had been calling putting in orders for X-rated movies. To make things worst some of them would try to talk to me as if they had actually called a 1-900 number instead of the cable company. I sat at my desk laying down with my face buried inside my folded arms.
"Wake up beautiful," said a strong voice from behind. I lifted my head up just enough to see my co-worker walking by. He had a strange name, Dei, DeAng, Diall¦it was D-something. I could never remember it. I called him good-looking black guy to my fellow co-workers, but I've heard come people just call him Dee. So that's what I did.
Although I couldn't remember his real name he seemed like a really great guy, smart, down to earth, and extremely sexy. He wasn't a pretty boy, and he wasn't blessed with the physique of a super model either. Nevertheless, there was something about him. If I wasn't engaged he would definitely be my type.
Dee and my relationship mainly consisted of exchanging pleasantries while in passing. Every once and a while he would come by my desk and we'd chit chat. It was nothing major, but he was always good company.
I waved and flashed a smiled as he walked by. As he took a seat at his desk a call buzzed in. I sat up and adjusted my headset.
"Thank you for choosing Cable One. This is Brianne speaking how may I assist you?" I said, with my usual false enthusiasm.
"Hi Brianne. This is Greg Manor; I spoke with you the other day. What a coincidence I've got you again," he said breathing heavily, and speaking slowly, sounding like the fat Mr. Rogers.
He obviously didn't realize that our phones were equipped with caller ID and I could see that the call had been transferred to me. But yes, I did remember him. Last time we spoke he begged me to come over to his house after work and help him get off while he watched the Spice 6-hour block. Unfortunately I wasn't free to express myself without placing my job in jeopardy, so I just stuck to the script.
"How can I assist you Mr. Manor?" I asked.
"Like I told you last week, call me Greg."
"Ok¦Greg how can I help you?
"I wanted to order the Spice channel again."

"Figures," I thought to myself.
"Me and my lady friend need some adult entertainment to get the party started. You're welcome to join us once you get off the clock. You know what they say, the more the merrier," he said with a grin that I could hear through the phone.
"No thank you Mr. Manor," I said politely. "But, your program starts at 3 on channel 228," I added after entering his request into my computer.
"Well thank you sweetheart," he replied.
"Now is there anything else I can help you with?" I asked, hoping he would say no so I could get him off my phone.
"You could take me up on my offer," he said playfully.
I envisioned 2 fat people lying underneath the sheets, with popcorn spilled all over the place as he sat there laughing on the other end of the phone.
"I'll have to pass Mr. Manor. But thanks for calling Cable One," I replied, trying to hide my disgust.
I laid my head back down on the desk, laughing to myself as I thought about Mr. Manor's offer. My fiancée and I hadn't been spending much time together. He blames it on us working opposing shifts, but he doesn't even notice me on my off days. No matter what the reason was I was going through a serious sexual withdrawals. Still, it wasn't so bad that I was going to jump into bed with a complete stranger. I laughed at the thought of it once again as I closed my eyes awaiting my next call.
As I laid there a pair of strong hands begin rubbing my shoulders. I turned around and saw Dee standing behind me. I laid back down in total relaxation as he worked the tension out of me. To have such strong hands, he was extremely delicate. I melted in his touch. My body felt free. I leaned forward as his hands slowly worked their way down until he was caressing the small of my back. Soft kisses later christened my neck. The first one startled me. Still, I welcomed more. I turned my head from the desk and stared at Dee. There was no form of remorse or shame in his eyes. He knew I was engaged still he looked at me as if I were his. I didn't know what to say, but before I could think about it a moment longer he kissed me. When his soft lips touched mine, I instantly gave in and opened my mouth as his tongue entered inside. It was forceful, yet gentle, sensual, but not sloppy. He took my breath away.
By the time I broke free from my lust driven trance I realized his hands were underneath my sweatshirt. My bra had been unsnapped from the front, and he was gently toying with my nipples. I quivered with each touch and I sucked in my stomach as he slid his free hand slid down the front of my body. I gave his hand enough room to roam freely inside my jogging pants. While running his fingers along my lips, it felt like a river was flowing between my legs. When they entered inside of me I nearly exploded. I'm not sure if it was because Dee knew exactly what he was doing or if the weeks since my sexual appetite had been satisfied had finally taken it's toll. Either way, I relished in the warmth of his body, the pleasure of his touch, and the consistency of his stroke. I trembled as I enjoyed moaning like a woman again.
"Are you alright?" Asked an unfamiliar elderly voice.
I opened my eyes and quickly lifted my head from my desk, looking around to see who was there. After realizing the elderly woman was on the phone I regained my composure.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "This is Brianne how can I assist you?"
I couldn't help but wonder exactly what the old woman had heard, but I wasn't about to ask.
"I just want to pay my bill," she stated.
While assisting her with her transaction I felt underneath my black dress and realized I was drenched below the waist. I was so embarrassed. I took my long gray and black coat and rested it on my lap. Apparently talking to horny bastards night after night was beginning to take it's toll on me.
After taking a few more calls I found myself face down in my arms once again. I lay there for a moment, when I finally looked up I realized it was time for my last break. In addition to getting off the phone for 15 minutes, it signified only two hours left in the day. I signed off my phone, and set the headset on the desktop. My boyfriend was coming to drop off the car, since him and his boys were going to the strip club. He went to the strip club almost every night, even when I didn't have to work, and I hated it. The money that was supposed to be for us was going to those nasty ass girls, but he couldn't find time to pay me any attention. Just the thought of it pissed me off.
My cell phone rang.
"Hey, Brianne. I'm outside," Ryan said.
It was a cold Michigan winter, there was snow on the ground and the wind was blowing so hard my ears nearly went numb when I got to work. I don't know what I was thinking about putting on a mini-skirt. Nevertheless, I grabbed my coat and went outside to meet him.
Immediately after I stepped outside I was smack in the face by the cold wind. With my long brown hair flying all over the place, I could barely see in front of me. After moving my hair out my face, I reached in my purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Actually, I had been trying to quit smoking, but I was stressed, and deeply concerned about the status of my relationship, so I needed to calm my nerves. I whipped a lighter out my coat pocket and while using my free hand to block the wind, I lit the cigarette tucked between my lips.
"I don't know why the hell you need to go to the tittie bar again," I said as I approached Ryan.
I listened as he tried to justify going to see naked woman night after night.
"I'm just hangin with the guys," he pleaded unconvincingly, as I blew a puff smoke in his face.
I acted as if it was by accident, but he knew better. What did I care? I had seen that movie all too many times. You know, the one where the guy is the sweet talking boyfriend, and the naive girlfriend is too stupid to see that he's fucking everybody but her. I knew he was cheating. My last two boyfriends before him had cheated on me, so I knew the signs. It would be just a matter of time before he confessed.
" Fuck it Brianne! I'll see you later," he said as he slammed the car keys in my hand.
I turned and began walking towards the door of the building.
"Why are you acting like this?" I heard him ask from behind.
"Because I'm out her freezing my ass off, and I'm tired," I snapped back.
"Well, can I come inside so we can actually talk for a minute?" he asked.
I shot him an indifferent look.
"Fine."
I marched back into the call center, and back to my desk with Ryan following behind. I took a seat at my desk and he leaned over the wall of my cubical looking down at me.
"I just don't understand why you have to go out every single night I'm at work," I said angrily.
"Well¦"
As he started complaining about my work schedule and how he's so alone, the inside of my thigh started to tingle. I scratched it for a moment, but seconds later the unusual feeling returned. I looked underneath my desk.
"I'm sorry Ryan hold on a second."
After looking underneath my desk I sat back in my seat.
"Sorry about that. Something was hitting me in my knee," I said nonchalantly. "Now what where you saying?"
As he continued talking I could feel the beads of sweat that were starting to form on my forehead. I tried to be as discreet as possible when wiping them off, but at this point I was super paranoid. There wasn't anything under my desk hitting me in the knee; it was Dee.
My heart was racing faster than ever. How would I explain to Ryan why Dee was under my desk? I couldn't. I scooted my chair further underneath my desk to make certain Dee was concealed. I figured all I had to do was stay cool, listen to what Ryan had to say so he could leave. But then Dee pulled my thongs to the side. Since I didn't want Ryan to know someone was under my desk I couldn't stop him.
"Ryan you're absolutely right. I have been over reacting lately," I said, going along with what he had just said. The faster we ended our conversation, the better off I'd be.
Suddenly I jerked back.
"Are you alright?" Ryan asked.
"I'm fine. I just caught a chill," I replied, as if it were nothing.
In reality I was far from it. Dee had planted his face between my legs. He slowly ran the tip of this tongue up and down the inner parts of my thighs. Goose bumps rose from my skin, partially from what he was doing, partially out of anticipation of what he would do next. Again I discreetly wiped the sweat from my forehead as I attempted to continue listening to Ryan, but I was well beyond comprehension once Dee licked my lips. As he tasted me, his tongue dug deeper inside tapping all the right places. I tightly gripped the arms of my chair, trying to remain calm and be inconspicuous, but Dee began flicking the tip of his tongue, tapping my clit. I braced my legs tightly ; this only encouraged him as his finger entered inside, enticing me further as he continued his tongue work.
There I was standing in the face of my fiancée pretending to cling to his every word, when all I was really thinking about was how bad it would be if I had an orasam in the middle of him talking to me. I had to be strong. If I didn't Ryan would surely know what was going on. But after a while I was starting to feel as if I didn't have a choice. Dee's oral massage had transitioned into a sucking motion. I could feel him yanking orgasms out of my body.
Lucky for me Ryan had finished his spiel. He had leaned down and gave me a peck on the lip, then we said our good-byes. But, before Ryan could take his first step towards the door, I broke.
"Aghhh!" I moaned, as I closed my eyes and my legs trembled.
When I opened my eyes back up there was no one around. No Dee underneath the desk. No Ryan standing over me. Once again I was alone.
"It was only a dream," I said, as I gave a sigh of relief.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, and I realized it was my cell phone on my hip that was actually trembling. I looked at the ID. Once I saw it was Ryan I decided not to answer. He was just calling to let me know he was outside. It was time for my break so I logged of the phone. As walked towards the door at the front of the building I stopped by the lounge. The room was dark. Instead of cutting on the light, I opened up the blinds. While standing there I watched Ryan pull up in parking lot blasting the music, with his friend following behind. I stood in the window for a moment, watching the smiles and laughter. He was so carefree. I on the other hand, stood there with tears trickling down my face. There I was, in the window right in front of him, but he was too busy with his friends to even notice I was standing there. That had become the theme of our relationship.
After wiping the tears from face I went outside and got the keys for the car. With the exceptions of quick hellos and even quicker good-byes, there was no real conversation between us.
I wondered, "If he had looked through that window and saw the expression on my face would he have even cared? Probably not."
I wasn't about to let Ryan get me down for the rest of the night. So I had a few laughs visiting co-workers at their desks. When my break was over I took a set at my desk once more. It was 2:45, and I swear 4 o'clock couldn't have gotten there fast enough. I seriously needed to get out of there and get some sleep to take my mind off things.
I laid my head back down on desk. I got up to take a couple calls, but all of them were cool. Not one person said anything perverted to me, or even ordered a porno. The calls almost seemed too perfect.
When my shift finally ended I went into the restroom and splashed some water on my face. I needed to be fully awake since I had to drive home. As I stared at myself in the mirror I noticed a stain on my black dress. After wiping it off, I fixed up my hair; it was all over the place.
I took a moment to laugh at myself. The memories of my earlier fantasies were running though my head with the eroticism of a triple X film; one that I couldn't help but to be turned on by. Everything seemed so real, but I knew I was dreaming once again. My last few hours had been too perfect. Ideal, but unrealistic.
Coincidentally, I came walking out the women's restroom, just as Dee came stepping out of the men's. Just my luck.
"Hey pretty. What's going on?" he said.
"Nothing handsome," I replied, while blushing from his comment.
"I am so ready to get out of here," he said ecstatically. "Hey what are you about to get into?"
"Sleep," I replied. "Why? You've got other plans for me?"
"I was just asking."
I smiled. This time, I wasn't going to sit by and let him have his way with me. It was my dream, and my turn to be the aggressor.
"Why don't you come with me for a minute," I said.
"Cool, what's up?" he answered.
"It's a surprise," I said, as I grabbed him by the hand and led him through the call center until we reached the office lounge.
There was no one in the room, so once we got inside I closed the door.
"Brianne, what's going on?" He asked, apprehensively.
As I slowly walked towards him, he took steps backs. In no time the room's conference table was pressed against the back of his leg, giving him nowhere else to run. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He looked at me with an uneasy look upon his face. Still, that wasn't enough to stop me from kissing him. Slowly his hands wrapped around my waist then slid down to my ass. As he gently squoze my ass our kiss became more intense. As his tongue wrestled with mine, I knew he wanted more. I pulled back. His chest heaved in and out, as his eyes looked to me for answers.
I smiled, then reached down, loosening his belt buckle, then unzipping his pants. I rubbed him to see what he was working with. He had a really nice package, not that I was expecting anything less from a dream. I stroked him with my hand for a moment before dropping to my knees and orally continuing my work. Attempting to leave him dry, I stroked him with my hand as my mouth slid up and down on him like a little girl enjoying a popsicle on summer's day. It wasn't long before he was gripping the back of my head. He loved it, but I wanted to give him more. I wanted to put it on him so good that when I woke up he'd get goose bumps whenever I walk by.
I took my mouth from him. Still holding him in my hand, I rose to my feet. After lifting my dress with my free hand, I guided him behind me. I was extremely wet so he slid right in. As he stroked slowly inside me he placed his hands on my back leaned me over the table. Then Dee grabbed me by my hips and went in and out of me with a forceful stride; I was loving it. He leaned over me, and with his hands on top of mine he stretched my arms out as if I were being crucified, and laid my palms flat on table. I closed my eyes as he completely filled me. I relished in each grind of his hips, it wasn't long before there was an explosion between my thighs and I was moaning like a wounded animal.
I opened my eyes, but instead of waking up at my desk I found myself being blinded by a pair of headlights which were shining through the lounge's window. Dee was still inside of me. Too flustered to speak I realized I wasn't dreaming. The perfection of the night had led me to believe that this was another fantasy. But it wasn't. The headlights of the car shut off. By the stinging from my eyes I knew for sure that it was real.
Ryan was standing outside the car, looking at me through the lounge window. He finally noticed me.