This is my writing so please do not steal it or copy it without permission. This is just me putting some thoughts together into what might become a short story.
Wednesday morning Madi made her way to her desk. Thinking about the day ahead had her smiling already. She put her bag away, sat at her desk and checked her messages.
Her boss had left her a message that he would be out for most of the day, he would return late that afternoon. She was instructed not to leave until he returned. Instructed? This wasn’t like him to miss their usual Wednesday “meeting” but hearing his instructions gave her mixed feelings.
On the one hand, he had NEVER missed a Wednesday with her in months. She started to wonder what made today different. She didn’t know if he was married or had a girlfriend. She didn’t know much about him at all, come to think of it. She was too shy to ask him any questions, just did as she was told. And she liked it when he told her to do things.
On the other hand, Madi’s body was starting to anticipate and react to the mere thought of her boss. Things were tingling and coming alive more often. Plus, she found herself wet at the idea of being with him today. Her confused feelings were doing a number on her.
Not knowing what time he would be back, she went about her day as best she could, doing her normal jobs and taking care of what he needed her to do. Trying to keep her mind focused was not easy.
At lunchtime, she went out with some of the girls on the floor. Madi always enjoyed listening to the girls talk about their lives. The more people that came to lunch meant the more people that talked about themselves and the less she had to talk about herself. One of the girls, Cindy, convinced Madi to go out with her after work. Madi accepted after Cindy wore her down to finally say yes. Madi wasn’t sure how the end of the day would go. She regretted saying yes already.
As the workday came to a close, Madi started to feel the pressure to leave with Cindy. Yet her boss had not returned to work yet. Madi felt nervous and uneasy, not sure what to do until Cindy was standing at her desk, purse in hand.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” she asked.
Voice shaking, Madi said. “I am not sure I can leave yet.”
Making a face, tilting her head, Cindy asked “and why not? It’s quitting time honey.”
“I know but, but… he hasn’t been in yet for…um…for me to um…”
“Are you kidding me Madi? You can go over whatever it is that is that important tomorrow.”
Obviously, Cindy was ready to go, and she wasn’t letting Madi stay behind to do any more work. But Madi felt like she should stay behind as her boss had said.
Grabbing Madi’s arm and her bag, Cindy walked Madi out of the office to the elevator and right out of the building.
The girls ended up at a local bar where Cindy ordered martinis for them both. She walked the drinks over to the booth Madi was sitting in and handed Madi her drink.
Madi held the glass when Cindy gave it to her staring at the glass. Madi didn’t drink alcohol, this was all new to her. She certainly wasn’t going to come clean about it now. She just wanted to fit in.
“Cheers Madi, here’s to letting off some steam,” Cindy said but Madi sat the glass on the table.
“What’s the problem? Don’t you like martinis?”
“I’ve never had one before,” she answered with her head lowered as if she was embarrassed to admit it.
“Oh honey, it’s okay. Just sip it slowly,” Cindy said smiling. “You will love it.”
Madi took a taste, and she liked it. Maybe this won’t be so bad.
She did her best to keep the conversation about Cindy and not herself. When Cindy asked her questions, she answered as little as possible and turned the questions back to Cindy.
After her second drink, Madi’s phone rang. She was startled. No one ever called her but her sister. Who was calling her she wondered?
She looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number. She got up to walk to the bathroom, so she could hear better. Tapping the green circle, she said hello.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” the voice was pissed. She instantly knew who it was. Her boss and he was VERY angry.
Somehow this made her excited. She felt her pussy wake up.
“I… um… I went to um … to get a drink with um… Cindy.” she answered. She was nervous. Her steps increased towards the bathroom hallway where the noise level was more conducive to talking on the phone.
Teeth clenched, he talked slowly to her, “I don’t give a god damn who Cindy is, where are you I asked?”
Madi could hear the anger through the phone. She didn’t know what to do but answer him directly. “She works down the hall. She invited me for a drink and I … I um… didn’t know if or when you were coming back so I …”
“I specifically told you to wait for me, didn’t I?” he was pissed. “I will send a car for you, tell me where you are.”
Send a car for her? Madi had never had someone do that. “Right now? I need to go to um… can we do this um…” Madi wasn’t sure if she wanted him to know where she was. Part of her wanted him and part of her was scared of this man.
“No the fuck not!” he exclaimed. “You need to come here tonight. Where are you? I will not ask again, Madison.”
Oh damn. He used her full name. Usually reserved to when she was in trouble, her own mother hardly ever said it when she was younger. She told him what bar they were in, he instructed her to be outside in 10 minutes. Madi leaned against the wall in the hallway to try and gather her thoughts.
Shivers went down her spine. What was he going to do to her? He sounded so pissed yet she couldn’t wait to see him. What the hell was going on with her?
She went back to the booth and told Cindy she had to go, something about a roommate she didn’t have, needing help. It sounded good to her when she made it up. She left Cindy some cash and headed outside. She didn’t want to think about what she was doing or she’d go straight home.
A few minutes later a black SUV pulled up and a man in a suit got out and asked if she was Madi. She nodded. He opened the door for her. Without hesitation, she entered the backseat of the vehicle.
Madi was fidgeting in her seat anticipating what would happen next. How mad was he really? Madi found her hand rubbing her thigh and moving closer to her inner thigh. She sat back, eyes closed and let her hand find her underwear. She was wet. And getting wetter thinking about this man. Her boss. He infuriated her, confused her and turned her on all at once. Her fingers found her folds and she was warm and wet. Ugh!
The vehicle suddenly stopped and Madi heard the door open. She opened her eyes and gathered herself quickly and left the SUV. She needed a release and needed it soon or she’d burst.
“He’d like you to go upstairs to his office, the guard will let you in that door there,” as he pointed to the one door being held open for her by the security guard.
“Thank you,” she said as she headed towards the building. Her feet moved like she was walking in mud and couldn’t get them going. She wanted to hurry up and slow down all at once. She didn’t know what was going to happen when she got upstairs.
Once she was alone in the elevator, Madi suddenly felt sick. What was he going to do to her? Why did she need to stay so late for him? So many things went through her mind. And why the hell was she doing this? Why was she in such a trance with this man. Her heart began to race, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. She needed to leave, she needed to get out of the elevator or take it back downstairs. Maybe she’d call a cab to take her home at this late hour. This was crazy of her to do.
She stood close to the doors waiting for them to open. She’d leave when the elevator stopped, go to the first desk, call a cab and go back down. He would never know she was even there if she didn’t go to his office.
She whispered to herself, “come on doors, open please.”
When the doors opened she bolted out and hit something hard. Very hard that smelled very good. She knew that scent. She knew it well. Oh god, she walked right into him. He was waiting for her.