6.9 On the Fucked-Her Scale
Layla Bangs
Copyright Layla Bangs 2012
Published at Smashwords
It was 8:40p.m at Skipp and Jorge, a small corporate law firm based in a 5 story building in downtown LA. Most of the staff had gone home for the day, but two junior lawyers Brad and Emma were burning the midnight oil as they were left feverishly researching some background information for a case they assisting with. Their boss, an offensive, overweight and pushy man called Mr Gentry had been riding their backs all week for this work to be completed; the deadline of course was the following morning.
The two of them couldn’t be more different, Brad was from the Deep South and had a relaxed attitude to work that managed to push Emma’s buttons. He was 6”1, slim and had a smile that screamed mischief. Emma was 4 years his senior and was brought up with private schools and nannies; she was determined and very argumentative. She was quite attractive but had not been in a serious relationship for years due to work commitments and her high expectations she placed on those foolhardy enough to attempt courting her.
“Pass me
that file next to you” Emma said without looking up from the
document she was leafing through.
“Would it kill you to say
please?” Brad said as he handed her the file, which was quickly
snapped out of his hands.
“We haven’t got time for
pleasantries, do you realise how much trouble we will be in if we
don’t get this work to Mr Gentry before tomorrow morning’s
hearing?”
Brad rolled his eyes and continued with his work; while Emma was pre-occupied he looked her up and down noticing the tight blouse that struggled to contain her pert tits. He felt that she was once sneeze away from giving him a peepshow. She was wearing a skirt that was just short enough to allow him a peak at Emma’s tight lower thighs. If she let her hair down once and while, and lost those thick rimmed half-height glasses that were forever perched on the end of her nose, she wouldn’t be a bad catch.
She wasn’t completely oblivious to the men in her office. She was human and had some very real needs that she tended to at home with a glass of wine and her dildo. Brad was among a few others in the office that she fantasized about alone in her bed. Although at stressful times like this she felt almost embarrassed for imagining Brad taking her from behind, his cock deep inside her slit and his hand reaching around and stroking her love button.
Emma was expecting a long night; the two of them had only scratched the surface of the task that lay before them. She was prepared for them to finish sometime in the early hours of the following morning, just enough time for a coffee and maybe a shower before beginning a new work day. Hopefully Brad won’t make this an unbearable exercise.
“Where
are you going?” she asked as Brad stood up and headed towards the
door.
“To have a piss, if that’s OK with you?” he
responded.
“Charming… don’t dawdle, we have a lot to do”
Brad shook his head as he headed for the bathroom. “Shit, I’m not even allowed to take a piss without asking permission” he thought as he headed towards the men’s room. He finished relieving himself and was washing his hands when he heard a distant rumbling that was unlike anything he had heard before. As the rumbling got louder the room began to violently shake, he was thrown to the ground smashing his forehead into the basin. The noise was incredible now, and sounding like metal and concrete being torn asunder. The room went dark as he lay on the floor cradling his head, he felt as if the floor was made of jelly and he could hear filing cabinets, computer screens and anything not tied down being thrown about the office. Brad could only wait for the shaking to subside enough to allow him to move, the first thing he could think of was where the hell Emma was.
Struggling to his feet, still feeling groggy from the blow to his head he fumbled around in the dark for the door handle. The floor was saturated, presumably from a burst water main in the bathroom. He was careful not to slip over or trip on any debris. The hallway leading to bathroom was windowless and provided no natural light; Brad couldn’t get over how dark things were. Running his hands along the wall he could hear Emma whimpering amongst the noise of the sirens and the numerous car horns and building alarms below.