Just like yesterday, I am going to put the short version first, and then the revise. This isn't an empty exercise that I asked the writers to do. Some of my best stories were ones I revisited and expanded. "On Finding Jon's Porn" is one. If I remember right, Raymond Chandler has a short story and a novel with the same name/theme. But it's early — I can't trust the memory right now.
Overtime
by May Deva
"What are you doing here?"
I shrieked, and jumped up from my desk. It was Friday night, everyone had left hours ago.
"You said you needed the Bernson report first thing Monday morning."
My boss had materialized out of nowhere, my incredibly hot boss who was leaning against my door, looking me up and down. I was obviously hallucinating.
"i didn't realize I put such pressure on you, Susan. Dedication should be rewarded." He moved across my office, watching me closely.
The backs of my thighs touched the desk behind me as his lips touched mine. Dreaming, I was dreaming. He kissed me like he did in every fantasy I had about him. Hot, wet, demanding, delicious.
His hand slid up my thigh. I felt him grin against my lips.
"I knew you'd wear stockings with no panties, dirty girl."
He reclaimed my lips as his fingers slid into my cunt, thumb slipping across my clit. I groaned against him, shoved myself into his hand and rocked between those devious fingers and my desk. The orgasm roared out of nowhere, enveloped me before I could register the occurrence. I poured it into his mouth like wine, reeling and moaning.
"How many nights have you worked so late on my behalf?"
I tried to unscramble my brain quickly.
"Uhm - maybe 20?"
"Hmm." his hand returned to its place between my legs "I really owe you. It's gonna be a long night."
I grinned back, and settled onto the desk.
"Anytime."
Overtime - redux
"What are you doing here?"
I shrieked, and jumped up from my desk. It was Friday night, everyone had left hours ago.
"You said you needed the Bernson report first thing Monday morning."
My boss had materialized out of nowhere, my incredibly hot boss who was leaning against my door, looking me up and down. I was obviously hallucinating.
"I didn't realize I put such pressure on you, Susan. Dedication should be rewarded." He moved across my office, watching me closely.
The backs of my thighs touched the desk behind me as his lips touched mine. Dreaming, I was dreaming. He kissed me like he did in every fantasy I had about him. Hot, wet, demanding, delicious.
His hand slid up my thigh. I felt him grin against my lips.
"I knew you'd wear stockings with no panties, dirty girl."
He reclaimed my lips as his fingers slid into my cunt, thumb slipping across my clit. I groaned against him, shoved myself into his hand and rocked between those devious fingers and my desk. The orgasm roared out of nowhere, enveloped me before I could register the occurrence. I
poured it into his mouth like wine, reeling and moaning.
"How many nights have you worked so late on my behalf?"
I tried to unscramble my brain quickly.
"Uhm - maybe 20?"
"Hmm." his hand returned to its place between my legs "I really owe you. It's gonna be a long night."
Susan woke with a groan. Another night, another dream about her boss. When would it stop? She never mixed business with pleasure, which made him completely off-limits from the get-go, never mind the obvious fact that he was way out of her league. That didn't stop her over-active libido from inserting him into almost every dream she'd had for months. Thoughts of his lush dark hair chased her out from under the warm covers and into the shower. His eyes, dark and full of promise, stalked her shower fantasies and challenged her to come yet again. It was a disturbing pattern that had developed since she started working with Nathan Drake six months ago. She was professional, never let her guard down enough to show even a glimmer of her attraction, but he spent every night in her dreams and every morning in her shower.
Sighing, she turned the water off. After towelling off, she pinned her hair up quickly and began to dress. Her standard attire wasn't exactly attention-getting: dark suits, pale blouses and pumps. She felt that in order to be taken seriously in marketing research, she needed to to not only be professional but unattainable. At least, until recently. Briefcase in hand, she swigged the remains of her coffee and headed to the office, three blocks away.
"Good Morning Tamera. Anything I need to know?"
Susan took a sheaf of paper from her assistant, turning towards her office door. Balancing her coffee mug, she twisted the lever and bumped the door open with her hip. Tamera followed her.
"Well, everything is status quo for now. You have a 1 o'clock with Mr. Drake and Mr. Gardiner, and the final analysis on the Bernsen survey should be ready before quitting time."
Susan's mind shot back to her dream and she blushed slightly. "Thanks. Please bring me the report as soon as you get it. I'll take it home tonight and pick it apart. The usual place for the 1 o'clock?"
"Yep, Amarone." One of the partners owned a rather upscale restaurant nearby, which made for convenient lunch meetings. Tamera grinned at her boss. "Tonight, huh? No other plans? That stuff just puts me to sleep after dinner."
"No plans, and if it bored me I'd be in the wrong job for sure!" Susan smiled back.
"Indeed it would."
A male voice caused them both to jump. Leaning against the doorframe was the object of her sleepless nights and hotter showers than water could provide. Susan flushed again as Tamera scooted past him and back to her desk.
"Nathan, good morning. What can I do for you?"
She winced, mentally, realizing that she sounded cold and a little hostile. Offering a small smile in compensation, she watched his lips curve in response and was reminded of her dream.
"Just confirming our date."
She knew what he meant, but her body deliberately ignored the reality and she was aware of her panties becoming damp. Oh for pete's sake! She really had to get a grip on this crush, it was taking on a life of its own.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm throughly prepared, Nathan, everything is in place. Thank you for asking."
He pushed off the doorframe and smirked, dampening her panties further.
"I wasn't worried about your preparedness, Susan. I wanted to be sure you'd be there, a meeting with Gardiner is damned boring without someone to perk him up and you seem to be one of his favourites these days. See you at Amarone."
He was gone before she could frame a reply. She shook her head, bemused and slightly annoyed at herself. The rest of the morning tripped by, punctuated by minor disturbances and mundane tasks. Eating with Nathan would be challenging, as everything he did had sensual undertones as far as she was concerned. However, she was nothing if not professional, and she would make sure it wasn't ever detectable in her behaviour.
"James, Nathan, good to see you both."
She offered her hand to them each in turn, then settled into her chair. Amarone was one of her favourite restaurants, the chef was brilliant and the surrounding were luxurious and peaceful. She scanned the menu briefly, then ordered the house specialty and namesake - chicken amarone with grilled vegetables. The two men did likewise. Once the food had been served, business got underway. Susan offered input where appropriate, trying not to watch the silky noodles slide their way between Nathan's lips. She was more than relieved when the meeting was deemed over, he had sucked, sipped and licked his way into weeks of her fantasies. Lord, when had a lunch meeting ever been so fraught with sex? The way he fingered his shirt cuff when he was considering a point, how he always closed his eyes and inhaled before taking a sip of wine. Sexy as hell, and utterly distracting.
"You'll be at the gala on Saturday, Susan?" As she stood, James brought the approaching client-based gala to her attention.
"Yes, James, of course. I'm certainly looking forward to seeing yourself and Karen."
"Will we be meeting any lucky young man?" He winked as he posed the question. James was twice her age, he and his wife had shown almost parental concern for her since the day she was hired.
"Actually, Susan has graciously agreed to accompany me on Saturday. We both felt it prudent to place business above pleasure for the evening. Although, escorting Susan is hardly unpleasant." Smiling, Nathan turned to her, placing his hand on the small of her back as they moved away from the table.
"Excellent idea! I look forward to sharing a table in that case. Until Saturday then." James waved as he exited the restaurant.
Susan waited until they were outside before she turned on Nathan.
"What was that? I suppose you've never heard of asking first? Honestly, Nathan!"
"Actually, I was wondering if we could make this a standing offer. I've yet to meet any woman who thinks these business galas are much fun, and you seem to have the same problem with men, if you'll excuse my notice. It makes sense, we would need to touch base with the same people anyway. Would you consider it? It would take a lot of the pressure off for me."
Susan pretended that she wasn't considering all of the ways she'd like to take pressure of for him. Pretended that every fibre of her being was doing the can-can of joy with the thought of regular "dates" with Nathan Drake. Her face betrayed none of her thoughts as she accepted his offer.
"Thank you, Nathan. It would take a lot of pressure off me as well." And add a whole ton of problems! her inner voice screeched. "Let's consider it a standing date then." She smiled, hoping it looked normal and not as manic as she felt.
"Great! I'll pick you up around 8, if you'll give me your address."
Holy mother-of-god, what wouldn't I give you? The key to my apartment? My now-sopping underwear? Head, on my knees in this elevator? Yes, yes and oh hell yes. Beating back her inner slut, she texted the address to his phone. Parting ways at the front desk, he thanked her and
disappeared into his office. Then realization hit. She had a date with Nathan! For a gala, that she had not yet bothered to shop for! She groaned, shopping was far from her favourite thing to do. She had a few dresses that would do, but not for Nathan. She shut the door to her office, signalling Tamera that she was busy and not to be disturbed.
An hour later, Susan was nowhere near deciding what to do. She called Tamera into her office, motioning for her to close the door. Her assistant was a clotheshorse, very up on all the latest fashions and where to buy them. It was a little embarrassing to ask for help, but better than showing up on Saturday in something completely inappropriate. She explained the situation quickly, not wanting to give the impression that she was trying to dress for Nathan's benefit.
Tamera squealed, excitement lighting her face. "Susan, I know exactly where we need to go! If we went straight after work, we could have this done and dusted tonight. Do you have time?"
Four hours later, they sat in a small wine bar toasting their shopping prowess. Tamera had found a small boutique not far from the office on a previous shopping trip, filled with up and coming young designers. Susan tried several dresses that were lovely, but settled on a shimmering silvery-white halter necked gown that fit her beautifully. It made her feel more sexy than she had in a long time, the fabric slithered around her body as she moved, sensitizing her skin. Strappy sandals and a small clutch in gold tones completed the outfit.
"Thanks Tamera, I really owe you. I wouldn't have been nearly that lucky if I'd shopped on my own." Lifting her glass, she toasted their success.
"Oh Susan, my pleasure! Nathan Drake will die when he sees you in that dress!" Tamera giggled, very pleased with herself.
"Sus..." Her named died on his lips as she opened the door to her apartment.
"Nathan, you look very handsome this evening." Handsome was an understatement. A Greek god perhaps, a walking ad for GQ certainly. It had taken every shred of her patience to wait for this night. How in the world would she contain herself?
"You are gorgeous, Susan, absolutely...wow." He looked stunned. After a moment, he gathered himself and smiled. "I apologize, having only seen you in business suits, well, this is quite a change."
Laughing, she picked up her clutch and wrap. "No apology necessary, I'm glad you like it. Shall we go?"
The gala was crowded, noisy, typical. Nathan was very attentive, a perfect date. Dinner was served, speeches were given, conversations flowed around her while Susan tried hard to remember that this was business. Damn him for being so hot! When the band struck the first chord of the evening, he urged her to her feet, ignoring her protests about not dancing well. His hands burned through the thin material, every cell in her body was attuned to his proximity. They danced well together, moving effortlessly across the floor. As the song ended, she pulled back and caught an odd look on his face, thoughtful yet somehow dark. They returned to the table and after a few minutes, Susan excused herself to the ladies room. As she was touching up her
lipstick, from the inner room floated a voice she knew was familiar.
"Can you believe? Everyone knows he's gay, who does he think he's kidding? I guess she's so desperate that even providing cover for him looks good." Jaina, from accounting. Susan knew she was a notorious slut, wondered who they were referring to.
"Didn't you date him though?" A voice she couldn't place.
"One date, then he told me I just wasn't his type. Figures, the gorgeous ones are all married or gay. Nathan Drake has no more interest in that cold fish than I do, mark my words."
Susan froze, watched the colour leave her face in the mirror. Oh god no! He wasn't gay. Was he? Did that explain the odd look on the dance floor? Did he really ask her to accompany him as a cover? Oh fuck, of course he did! Feeling sick to her stomach, she fled the bathroom and
ought refuge in a small court garden off the ballroom.
How could she have missed it? What a complete fool she'd been. Ever the pragmatist, she began to plot how to cover her stupidity and escape the situation with some shred of dignity. After a few minutes, she composed herself and walked back to their table. Nathan looked up as she approached, gave her a smile that weakened her knees, and stood up.
"I was starting to miss you, everything alright?" He said quietly.
"I am so sorry, but I have a terrible headache." She spoke for the benefit of the table, not just him. "I've called a cab, please enjoy your evening." She collected her things and began to leave.
Catching up with her at the door, he took her arm, stopping her for a moment. " Susan, are you ok? This is nonsense, let me take you home."
"No, Nathan. There's work to be done in there, I won't take you away from that. A cab is just fine, I really need to rest."
After extracting a promise to take things easy, he put her in a cab and said goodnight. As she headed toward home, she began to cry, cursing her stupidity and wondering how she was going to cope. Nathan Drake had to exit her fantasy world, and she had to deal with reality.
Monday morning was tough. After a weekend of highs and lows, Susan was tired and grumpy. Tamera was dying for details, but Susan couldn't possibly repeat what she'd overheard. Instead, she offered a story that was mostly accurate but ended with "simply incompatible." Tamera was incredulous, but accepted the tweaked version well.
Over the course of the week, Nathan seemed to stop by her office more frequently than he had. Every time he appeared, she was left feeling down and wondering why he had chosen her to be his "cover". Worse, she realized that she was still attracted to him, regardless of what she'd
overheard. This lead to her being far more short tempered than normal, to the point that Tamera suggested Midol had a new formula she might like to try. By mid-week, people were treading carefully around her.
Late that afternoon, she snapped at Nathan about some recent survey statistics. Eyebrows were raised, but no one spoke up. The next morning, when Nathan appeared in her doorway, she snatched up a file and stalked around him to the outer offices, offering no explanation for her sudden departure. The Bernsen report was due to be handed off that afternoon, which meant more exposure to him.
"Here." She tossed the file on the desk between them. "You don't need me there to hand this off. I'm just marketing, it's not necessary."
Nathan stood up quickly, ignoring the file. "Susan, what's going on? You've barely spoken to me since Saturday, and when you do it seems like an effort on your part. Care to clue me in?"
She stared at him for a moment, weighed her options. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Nathan. Everything is as it should be. Thank you for your concern." Her voice carried the frost of a glacier.
Turning on her heel, she fled his office, afraid that she would spill what she knew if he asked one more question. As she strode past the boardroom, a hand grabbed her elbow and yanked her roughly inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
"Ok Susan, that's it! I've tried in every way I can to find out what the fuck I did wrong on Saturday night. I thought we had a nice time, but apparently it's turned you in to the wicked bitch of the west! Either you tell me now or I swear I'll turn you over my knee like the brat you're being lately."
Oh he was really mad, and really hot. Susan realized, with despair, that her body was responding to him as always. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to figure a way to diffuse the situation without telling him the truth. Her eyes snapped open when she felt him grab her again.
"What..."
"I warned you Susan."
He yanked her skirt up as he bent her over the boardroom table. Stunned, she lay there watching the shiny surface fog with her breath. The first slap jolted her, snapped her back to reality. Nathan had just smacked her ass in the boardroom! Before she could find her voice, he delivered another blow.
"Nathan, I..." His hand connected soundly, leaving a stinging warmth. She could feel the heat between her legs growing with each slap.
"What, Susan? What would you like to say?" slap "An apology maybe?" slap "That would be a good start." slap
She could hear him breathing hard. He smoothed his hand down over her ass, soothing the burn and egging it on at the same time. His fingers dipped lower, found the evidence of her desire. Her cheeks burned with shame. Now he knew. She couldn't pretend any more. When his fingers found her clit, she gasped, the sharp spasm arching her back and thrusting her more firmly onto his hand. He drew circles while leaning over and whispering in her ear.
"Do you know how fucking hot you were Saturday night? That amazing dress, every guy in the place was eyeballing you. You didn't even notice, did you? You're so damned sexy, Susan, even in these suits you can't hide it."
She moaned, past caring if they got caught, it felt so good. His devious fingers kept tracing patterns as he continued.
"Are you close, baby? These sounds you're making, I think you are. You know, I just knew you wouldn't be wearing panties, dirty girl."
His words shot straight to her cunt, dredging up her fantasies and bringing them to fruition. Stifling a scream against her arm, she shuddered and came, exploding on his fingertips.
"Are you ok?" His voice carried concern, and something more. He moved his hand slowly up her hip.
She nodded, flexing her thighs and piecing herself back together. It was time to explain herself and hope he had some answers. What just happened sure didn't fit into her ideas about gay men.
"Nathan, I'm sorry..."
"No, I'm sorry. I should have been more direct with you from the start. I have to admit, I've never worked so hard to get a woman to notice me before. You have been driving me crazy since the moment I first laid eyes on you. What happened on Saturday? I thought we were really getting somewhere..."
She had risen from the table and laid a finger across his lips. Carefully, she repeated the story she'd overheard, with a dawning realization of the admission he'd just made.
"Gay??? She said I was gay?" He burst into laughter. "She wanted sex, I turned her down because I was already so hooked on you. Susan, I am so not gay."
He pressed himself against her hip, let her feel the length of his cock. "Would I be this hard for you if I were?"
Her hand slipped slowly down the front of his pants. He wanted her! She leaned into him, brushing his lips with her own. A voice outside the door brought them both back to earth, composing themselves as James Gardiner opened the door.
"Nathan, Susan, are you ready for the Bernson report?"
Nathan recovered first. "Certainly, we were just discussing some marketing strategy. Susan, I believe the report is in my office? I need to get my jacket."
She nodded, excusing herself to the ladies room. In the hallway, he stopped her again.
"Have dinner with me tonight. We need to talk, away from here."
"Absolutely"
"Besides, you owe me one." He winked, and walked down the hall.
Susan grinned, and began plotting her payback. She had a feeling this was the start of something good, indeed.
Back tomorrow with Entry #3!
XXX,
Alison
