Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive Read Free Page A

come,
gonna come!” he grunted, groaning, his voice a low growl. “Ohhh fuck, ohhh god,
yeah!”
    Kelsey
shuddered, pressing her cheek against the mirror over the sink as she came too,
her fingers buried deep into her sopping wetness. Her breath clouded the
surface as her climax overtook her and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out.
    Kelsey quickly
removed her hand, pulling down her skirt. In the stall, things were quieter
now, but she could still hear him panting.
    “Hello?” she
called, daring, heart racing. “Did you… were you the one who… sent me the
message to meet you here?”
    There was a
silence, and then the door behind her opened.
    “Oh, wow, uh…” Steve
from personnel walked in, staring at her, his gaze moving over her outfit.
     “Sorry, wrong
door,” Kelsey apologized, breezing past him and scrambling around the corner toward
her desk. Oliver’s door was closed, thankfully. Still trembling, she sank into
her chair, staring at her computer screen. No new interoffice messages.
    She remembered
the message she had sent to him and called it back up, wondering if there was a
way to unsend it now.
    * * * *
    She knew
Oliver was going to “spank” her—whatever that meant—but she couldn’t help
herself. She wore them again, those sexy striped tights that had turned him on
so much—her mystery interoffice messenger—after she washed them out in the sink
and left them to dry over the shower curtain rod. Although this time she was at
least wearing a presentable skirt and jacket to go with them.
    First thing,
before Oliver arrived, she decided to go see Mike in the tech department. His office
was tucked behind all the huge machines that kept their system going. She had
no idea what they all did but they sure looked impressive, standing ceiling
high, with their blinking lights.
    “Mike?” she
called over the hum.
    He poked his
head around the corner. “Hey... I called you, did you get my message?”
    She nodded
as he came around the corner to greet her. “Yeah, thanks, the ID seems to be
working just fine. I sent a memo out yesterday, everyone seemed to get it.” To
say the least, she thought. “So, I’ve got another question for you. Do you
have a list of everyone’s IDs?”
    “Sure.” Mike
leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms.
    “Okay.” She
took a deep breath. “Well, I got a strange message yesterday from an ID I
didn’t recognize. Can you tell me who it is?”
    “Sure,” he
agreed again. “What is it?”
    “DUX217.” She
couldn’t help recalling the image of Matt looking at her stockings the day
before. Of course, everyone had looked at her stockings. Including her own
boss! And she’d been daring—or stupid—enough to wear them again. What was she
thinking?
    Mike nodded.
“Just a sec.” He disappeared around the corner again, into his office. She
waited, watching the lights blinking on the machines.
    “Hmm, that’s
weird...”
    She looked
up to see him coming back around the corner with a paper in his hand.
    “I’ve got a
list of everyone’s IDs, and that’s not on it. It doesn’t sound familiar to me,
either. Are you sure?”
    “Yeah,” she
said. “I’m sure.”
    “Well...” He
shrugged. “I’ll look into it. Do a little more digging. Can you forward me the
message?”
    Kelsey
flushed.
    “No...”
Thinking quickly, she lied. “I erased it.”
    “Okay, well,
if you get another one, shoot it over to me so I can trace it.”
    Kelsey
imagined Mike reading yesterday’s message and it made her blush even more.
    “Okay,” she
said, knowing she could never forward him such a message. He was looking at her
funny and she knew from the heat in her face that it must be red. “Thanks
anyway.”
    “No
problem.”
    She
hesitated on her way out the door. “Hey, is there a shortcut way to send a
message to all-employees on the system?”
    “Yep.” He
motioned her around the corner, over to the computer in his office, pulling up
the interoffice