"I want you to file a sexual harassment charge against him." Katherine spoke sharply, addressing the slight oriental woman in the small cubicle.
"I really don't think it's any of your business, Ms. Reiter." Came the reply from Tammy.
Katherine looked over the smaller woman with an air of distaste. Tamiko had been her secretary for almost eight months, and Katherine was rapidly growing weary of her insubordinate attitude.
"Tamiko, he's..." Katherine began again, raising herself to her full height. Although they weren't strictly necessary, the two-inch chock heels that she wore often gave her an edge in negotiations, considering that most people seldom talked back to someone who had a good seven to eight inches on them.
"My name is Tammy. The only person who calls me Tamiko is my grandmother, and she still thinks I need to move to Nagasaki for the social scene." Tammy interrupted Katherine with an impudent smirk.
Katherine was momentarily taken aback by the rebuke, but quickly found her voice again.
"Regardless, he's a married man." She stated with her "boss voice". "Even leaving out the fact that it's immoral, it's illegal."
"And once again, Ms. Reiter, it's none of your business." Tammy smiled broadly, a cheerful expression crossing her soft features.
For a moment, the two women stared at each other; a study in contrasts. Tammy was small, but well toned. Her Asian heritage was obvious in the slight folds around her hazel eyes, but she had more pronounced curves in the rest of her body that hinted at something else in her background. Her long black hair was kept in a neat ponytail, gathered low at the base of her neck, clasped with a small butterfly barrette.
In sharp opposition, Katherine was an imposing figure. Added to her impressive height, she had a nearly "valkyrie-like" stature. Her blonde hair was tied back into a severe bun, and she oozed professionalism with every move she made. Her face was angular, her sharp blue eyes accented by the small amount of makeup that she wore.
"As long as you both are my employees, it IS my business, Miss Tanaka." Katherine spoke angrily, and expression of annoyance on her sharp features. "Keep in mind that I strongly disapprove of your behavior, and will take it into account on your next performance review."
"Oh NO!, Prease not to be giving me bad review!" Tammy clasped her hands under chin in a mocking display of supplication. She smirked as she spoke in the stereotypical sing-song of Hollywood Japanese. "My famiree will be forevah dishona..."
Tammy suddenly stopped her act, and looked at Katherine with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I bet? I'll bet that it's been at least two years since you've been laid."
Katherine's mouth opened in shock as Tammy's words soaked in. Recovering her composure, she turned and strode to her office, loudly slamming it shut.
She inhaled deeply, her back against the door, before walking to her desk and sitting down. Despite herself, she felt a deep blush welling up all over her face as she thought about what Tammy had said to her. How dare she make such an accusation about her personal life...
Katherine spent the rest of the day in her office, reluctant to come out until she was certain that the rest of the employees had gone home. She had spent too many of her twenty-eight years building up her reputation as a hard as nails, ball-busting, grade a bitch, and she was not going to have her employees seeing her blushing like a schoolgirl.
At five-forty five, she cautiously opened the door, and seeing no one, hurried down the narrow hallway between cubicles. Unfortunately, she found herself dwelling on Tammy's accusation. It kept reverberating in her mind through her drive home, and she found herself thinking about Gav, the man that she was certain Tammy was sleeping with.
He was an artist in the graphics department; not directly under her authority, but still in a subordinate position to her. She reflected on his face, and his body. Katherine could see what Tammy found attractive in him. She had to admit that his long golden-brown hair and sky blue eyes made him seem almost like a character out of a romance novel. She loved the thought of running her fingers through that hair as she...
Katherine shook herself, cutting off that line of thought. Gorgeous, but a pain in the ass. He was never on time to mandatory meetings, and when he deigned to show up, never contributed anything other than, "Just give me the job and I'll do it." He was also married, and the picture that he kept of his wife on his desk should have served as a deterrent to the ladies of the office. Katherine had glanced at the photo several times, and it still amazed her that the woman in the Army uniform was married to him.
Katherine pulled into her driveway, and hurried up the small staircase, which led to her apartment. Normally on a Thursday night, she would simply eat a small dinner and go to bed, but tonight she was distraught. Free of the heavy discipline that she imposed on herself during the day, she felt small tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. She needed cheering up in the worst way. Time for her Friday night ritual.
One extremely hot and soothing bubble bath later, she wrapped her floral print bathrobe about herself and opened her hall closet. She pulled on the thin chain, which illuminated her secret passion: Trashy romance novels.
The shelves within the closed were lined with the bright blood red colored books. She briefly ran her gaze over them, considering picking up one of her all time favorites, before deciding that tonight was a "box" night.
Every month, in a nice thick brown box, a selection of novels would arrive in her mail, their covers festooned with beautiful confident women, and handsome men. Men who looked like Gav Stirling, dammit. Putting the thought out of her mind, she reached into the box and pulled out a paperback, the cover of which featured a couple tangled in sheets, with flower petals surrounding them.
Ten minutes later, she was immersed in the romantic world where men always said the right things, at exactly the right time. She sat in her overstuffed wingback chair, a small tumbler filled with cream soda on the nearby end table, which she sipped at as she read. At the final culmination of the book she smiled with empathy, as the hero and heroine collapsed into bed, their union complete.
It was only another brief moment before she herself snuggled into bed, and turned off the light.
Katherine had a plan the next morning as she strode into the office. It was clear to her that confronting Tammy would do no good at stopping Gav, and she would need to deal with him herself. The first thing that she did upon her arrival at her desk was to check her schedule. Noting an opening before lunch, she penciled Mr. Stirling's name into her date book.
Quickly E-mailing a meeting request, she then sat down to get to the real work of the day.
She was making good headway on her accounts, when she heard Tammy's laugh from outside her door. Katherine glanced at the clock and noted that it was about three minutes prior to her meeting with Gav.
"Let the bastard wait," she thought angrily, concentrating on the paperwork.
Outside her door, the light laughter stopped. She barely heard the murmur of voices but could make no sense of the words being spoken outside. Finally unable to concentrate any more, she walked to her office door and opened it.
Katherine was greeted by the sight of Tammy, leaning over her desk with her head turned towards Gav, who stood on the opposite side, whispering in her ear. From the red glow on Tammy's cheeks, it was apparently something intimate being whispered.
"Mr. Stirling! In my office! NOW!" The words came out harsh and rapid, almost a reflex on Katherine's part. In response, Gav looked up leisurely, his blue eyes staring directly into Katherine's. He quite unabashedly planted a soft kiss on Tammy's cheek, before walking past Katherine, into her office.
Katherine shut the door angrily, and marched to her desk, standing behind it and placing her hands on top.
"Mr. Stirling, I am completely disgusted by you." She began aggressively, and when he made no response, she continued. "I don't know if it's crossed your mind recently, but you are a married man. It might mean nothing to you, but I am certain that it means something to your wife." She paused, staring at Gav with a triumphant expression. When he again failed to respond, merely looking at her with a blank expression, she sat heavily in her desk chair.
Coolly, Katherine regarded the man, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a damned confident expression on his handsome face. Her gaze slowly roamed over him, taking in the open necked blue shirt, down to his slacks. For a moment, her eyes were drawn to his crotch, taking in the large bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, a slight flush coming over her features, before she drew her gaze right back to his eyes, and their now amused expression. Damn, he had seen her looking.
A slight tremor ran through her body at the realization, settling low in her stomach, before she spoke again, a bit more viciously.
"What would your wife say, I wonder?" She noted a slight discomfort come over his features.
"Respectfully, Ms. Reiter, it's none of your business." Gav spoke calmly, his strong baritone and expression both unreadable.
Katherine felt a thrill go through her. She had found something that mattered to him! Her face took on a slight sneer, as she continued.
"It is my business, Mr. Stirling. Unless you want me to make it your wife's business as well, I'd suggest that you stop fucking my secretary."
An angry expression came across Gav's face, but he immediately replaced it with one of calm. Katherine could see his lips move, like he was about to say something, then close again.
"Just know I'll be watching you, Mr. Stirling." Katherine sneered at him, convinced that she was on the right track. "Anything I know, your wife will too."
"Are you done?" Gav broke in, an annoyed expression on his face. Before she could respond, he continued, "I have told you before that it's none of your business. Especially my wife."
"You're forcing me to do this, Gav." Katherine smiled, sure that she had won.
"What the hell do you disapprove of, Katherine? The fact that you think I'm cheating, or the fact that I'm married?" He spat the words at her. "Don't answer that..."
"You really disgust me, Gav." Katherine spoke after another awkward second.
"You've already said that. Look, do what you want, but trust me, you'll be making a mistake if you try to get involved in my personal life." He spoke calmly, with a sense of purpose that Katherine didn't quite grasp.
"I don't trust you, Mr. Stirling." Katherine concluded the meeting, gesturing towards the door.
As Gav left, Katherine was struck by a sudden inspiration, and reached out her hand to trigger the old-fashioned intercom between her desk and the secretary's cubicle. There was only the sound of silence for a moment, when suddenly Tammy's voice came through the speaker, quiet but clearly audible.
"So, her royal bitchiness finished?"
"Doesn't really matter, does it?" His voice. Damn it sounded good, reflected Katherine, soft and unmistakably male.
"So, I... I'm a little nervous about tonight."
"Trust me, so am I."
"What about Megan?" Tammy's question about Gav's wife caught Katherine by surprise, and she leaned closer to the speaker to hear the answer.
"You know, we should have gotten started on this months ago." Katherine was shocked. Not only was the bastard cheating on his wife, but also he wasn't even acknowledging that she existed! To add insult to the injury he had the nerve to suggest that he would have liked to start his affair earlier! Abruptly, Katherine let go of the intercom, her indignation waxing.
She could call Megan. Where was she stationed? Katherine briefly recalled that Megan had been assigned overseas somewhere over a year ago. Calling her without evidence would be a waste of time, since Megan's first call upon hanging up would be to her no good, lying, sonofabitch husband.
She needed to get that evidence. If she confronted Megan Stirling with proof of her husband's infidelity, she'd have no way to deny it. Photos. There was no way to deny them. The only way to get them however was to catch Tammy and Gav away from the office.
Katherine brought up her schedule again, and noted that Tammy was due to take lunch in only a few minutes. She recalled that on most Fridays, Tammy carried a large gym bag into the office, and stayed late. Normally, Katherine left a little early on Fridays, but she had her suspicions about Tammy's behavior.
When the time came for Tammy's lunch, Katherine waited until a reasonable time had passed, then exited her office and crossed to the small cubicle on the other side. She scanned the small workspace, before spotting the gym bag which Tammy had left. Looking quickly to the left and right, she snatched the handles of the bag, and pulled it into her office, locking the door behind her.
Katherine slammed the bag onto her desk, and opened the zipper with a quick tug. Spreading the cloth bag open, she immediately saw the soft and shimmering fabric of a dark green evening dress. Nodding, she dug deeper, and blushed at the very small pair of black lacy panties and matching bra that she found. This was not comfort underwear, but things a woman wore if she was planning on getting fucked.
The rest of the bag contained shampoo, soap, a toothbrush and various other toiletries, along with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Obviously Tammy was planning for at least one night out. With him.
The thought of Tammy, spreading her legs for that bastard, brought an uninvited twinge to Katherine's pussy. The thought of him running his hands over her body, stimulating her in all the ways that she liked, before finally taking her... Katherine gasped as she actually felt herself lubricating at the thought. How could she find anything attractive about that arrogant, cocky philanderer?
She quickly replaced the items into the bag and set it back at Ms. Tanaka's desk. They were going out tonight. She wasn't sure where, but from the looks of it, it was somewhere expensive.
A smirk came across Katherine's face as she thought about the expensive hotels in town. There were only three or four that truly qualified as high class. Thanks to having to find lodging for out of town clients, she knew where they were.
After a few quick phone calls, she had confirmed "her husbands" reservation at the local Plaza. King sized bed too, the bastard. So she knew where they were going to be, and her cell phone had a rather nice camera on it. If she could catch them...
That evening, Katherine sat in a parked car in the Plaza's parking lot, watching the front door for the appearance of Tammy and Gav. It had been a long and boring three-hour wait since she had arrived. She still wore her gray skirt-suit, which was normally very comfortable, but was rapidly losing that quality after three hours crushed in a car seat. She adjusted her skirt for what must have been the fiftieth time.
It was then that she finally caught sight of the dark green fabric of Tammy's evening dress. Katherine raised her cell phone, snapping a quick picture of the distant figures of Gav and Tammy. She frowned as she checked the image. Although Gav's hand was clearly placed directly on Tammy's ass, the distance was too great to identify either of them clearly.
As she lined up her camera for another shot, the couple entered the hotel and was lost from sight.
"Shit." Mumbled Katherine, opening her car door and swinging her legs out. She should have gotten closer. If she hurried, there was still time to fix that.
She raced up to the revolving doors, and saw the two of her employees talking to the front desk clerk. She raised the phone, getting a much better shot of the couple. Just to be certain, she took another couple shots, and was delighted when she caught a great photo of the two of them engaged in a full-fledged lip lock. Deny THAT, Mr. and soon to be ex-Mrs. Stirling.
It should have been enough, she knew, but something in her mind told her that it wouldn't. Forgiveness for a simple kiss was easy. She glanced at the frond desk, which was now vacated. Nervously, she pushed her way into the hotel, and approached the front desk, butterflies swarming in her stomach.
"Hello, howcanIhelpyou?" Came the rehearsed line of the rather bored looking desk clerk. Katherine looked down at him, and for a moment, wished that she'd worn flats so that she didn't stick out as much.
"I'm here to see Mr. Stirling. He should have left a key for me." She improvised, hoping that the clerk would be as inattentive as he was bored.
Fifteen minutes of negotiation later, she was in possession of a key to room three twenty-two, and short a ten-dollar "tip". It was actually funny how easy it had been.
Katherine rode the elevator up to the third floor, cell phone at the ready. The doors slid open onto an empty hallway. She immediately strode in the direction of the ascending numbers, listening carefully. As she reached the mid teens, she heard a soft feminine moaning from further up the hall. Smiling triumphantly, she accelerated before finally standing before the door that the sound emanated from.
"Gotcha, you two-timing son of a bitch." She smiled, inserting the card key into the electronic lock. She removed it, and a small red light flashed to green. Her hand grasped the handle, and turned it quietly.
She found herself in a darkened hallway, and quickly closed the door behind her. The sound of gasping and moaning was much louder now, and coming from the room which lay at the end of the hallway. Obviously, Gav was showing Tammy a rather good time. In the dimly lit hallway, Katherine's fingers found the light switch, and she flipped it on, stepping into the main room.
"I've got pictures now, Gav. I wonder what Megan's going to say at the divorce proceedings?" She shouted at the two figures intertwined on the bed, her finger rapidly stabbing down on the shutter hotkey.
A flash of red hair sat upright, and slowly turned towards Katherine. The shock that it wasn't Gav momentarily rendered Katherine senseless, before she realized where she had seen the face before. On Gav's desk. It was his wife, Megan.
In that moment, Katherine took in the whole image. Tammy, lying back on the bed, her legs spread, dark nipples fully erect and pointing up from her breasts. Megan, sitting there nude, with a look of murder in her eyes. And Gav, nowhere to be seen.
"Who the FUCK invited you?" Megan's sharp contralto rang out, as she crossed her arms under her firm, creamy tits. Katherine couldn't help but notice the sharp tan lines on Megan's arms and neck, contrasting sharply with her otherwise pale skin and auburn hair. Natural, Katherine noted after a second glance.
Megan rose from the bed, closing in on Katherine, who shrank back, intimidated by the nude woman. She couldn't believe that she was actually afraid of this woman, whom she had at least four inches on. Katherine felt the wall of the room against her back, as Megan advanced on her, the scent of sexual excitement permeating the air.
"Start talking bitch. I haven't gotten laid in fourteen months, eleven days, and six hours, so you BETTER have damn good reason to be barging in on me and Tammy." The aggressive to in Megan's voice was totally unexpected to Katherine. She glance over at Tammy, who had demurely closed her legs, but still lay there on the bed with a catty smile on her face.
When Katherine didn't respond, Megan tossed a question over her shoulder at Tammy.
"This the bitch who's been giving you and Gav a hard time?"
"Yup!" came the response, followed by an amused snort.
"So, you're the little miss manners who's been spying on my husband. I'd have thought that canceling his vacation was bad enough, but now you have to be interfering with me the DAY I get home?" Megan moved even closer to Katherine, who shrank back against the wall.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was trying to help..."
"THINK. Think real hard. Remember last June? That two weeks Gav was supposed to have off?"
Katherine thought furiously, but she couldn't remember. She could only recall something about a big graphics layout that had to be done, so she had pulled the whole department in on it. She shook her head, as she looked down into the snarling redhead's face.
"Ok, fine. You don't remember." Megan nodded, before grabbing at Katherine. The move happened so fast that Katherine was lying on her back on the bed before she had time to react. She raised her head, supporting herself on her hands, and saw the nude figure of Megan approaching the bed.
"I had leave. The furthest I could go was Germany, because they needed me on call. Gav was going to meet me in Munich." Megan's voice was softer, regretful. "And then, two days before I leave, my inbox gets a nice little note explaining that my husband's vacation has been canceled."
Katherine became aware of Tammy's naked body not a foot away. She swallowed nervously.
"Where's Mr. Stirling?" She asked, her voice wavering on the last word.
"Why, you want to catch him naked too? Maybe post a few pictures? Try to REALLY ruin our lives, instead of just being a pain?" Megan asked angrily, fire flashing in her pale green eyes.
"No, I just..." Katherine moved slowly, trying to pull her legs under her.
"Grab her, Tammy." Suddenly Katherine felt her arms pulled back from where they had rested on the bed. She fell to her elbows, as her arms were pulled backwards and held tightly by her secretary.
"What the hell?" Katherine gasped, trying to pull her arms free, but she had no leverage. She twisted for a moment, before she felt Megan's hands on her hips, holding her steady there as well. Recognizing a lost cause for the moment, she lay still, conserving her energy for a more opportune time.
"We were going to try for a baby." Megan stated, that same aura of soft regret in her voice. "So we said, oh well, we'll do it when I get back. And then you hired Tammy." She paused, looking over at Tammy with a look of pure affection, before turning her attention back to Katherine.
"I know he didn't mean to fall in love with her. I know I sure as hell didn't. It was funny, we talked on the phone, wrote goofy emails, hell even snail mail love letters."
"I made the first move." Tammy smirked, her voice soft as her hand stroked the inside of one of Katherine's arms.
"Yeah," Megan smiled, looking over at Tammy again, "You did."
"I'm sorry. I didn't understand. I'll just leave now." Katherine offered, experimentally flexing her arms, which were still held fast by Tammy.
"You're not going to let this bitch off that easy, are you Megan?" Tammy's amused tone held a subtle edge of menace.
"No." Megan purred, sliding her hand down Katherine's leg. "I don't think I will." Megan pursed her lips in a cruel sneer, as her hand reached the hem of Katherine's knee length gray skirt.
"What are you doing?" Katherine gasped out as Megan's hand took a firm grasp on the hem and began to slide it upwards along Katherine's thighs.
"I'm going to ruin your fucking day, like you tried to ruin mine." Megan growled at Katherine, pushing her skirt up until it lay bunched up at the waist, revealing the white cotton panties underneath.
"No." blurted Katherine, yanking her head from side to side as she attempted to free her hands. She was not a weak woman, but was at both a leverage and numbers disadvantage. She momentarily managed to yank a hand free, before it was rapidly secured again by her two nude assailants.
Megan swung her leg over Katherine's body, and sat astride her hips, leaving her hands free. She smiled down at Katherine, and wagged a disapproving finger at her.
"Not smart, Kat..." She reached down with both hands, to undo the clasp of Katherine's suit jacket.
"Stop, please!" begged Katherine, hoping that something would stop these two crazy women. She had no idea what they had in mind.
It was then that the bathroom door opened and the figure of Gav stepped out. All three women stopped their actions to look at him, wreathed in the steam that emanated from the shower. He wore only a towel around his waist. His long hair lay about is shoulders, giving him a slightly piratical look. He wasn't the stuff of every woman's fantasy, but to Katherine, he could not have been more attractive. Despite her fear, she began to feel herself growing moist as she stared at him.
"Gav, help me." She broke the silence in the room with a soft plea.
"Now why would I do that, Ms. Reiter? Actually, I'd like to know why I should do anything for a person who is disgusted by me." Gav brushed his hair back, and loosened the towel about his waist. It fell to the floor, revealing his lower body, and his uncircumcised cock. As she watched, Katherine was shocked to see his dick beginning to lengthen and stiffen. This was turning ON the bastard!
"You know what I think, Meg?" Tammy's eyes lit up, and a strange expression came over her face. "I think that Katherine's been without a good fuck for far too long."
Megan snickered, and then unceremoniously yanked open Katherine's blouse. She pushed both the shirt and jacket back, so that the cloth restrained Katherine's arms. All that was left was the soft cotton bra that secured her large tits.
"Oh my god," groaned Katherine, as her hair streamed into her vision. Tammy had undone her bun. She was propped on her elbows, her arms secured with her own clothes, and only her underwear sparing her modesty.
She felt hands on her calves, rubbing them gently, and she saw that Gav had moved up behind his wife.
"Is that what you want from my husband? A nice little fuck?" Megan's voice became seductive, as she ran her hand down Katherine's cheek. Katherine tried to recoil at the touch, but she had nowhere to go as the soft fingers glided over her skin.
"No." Katherine tried to put as much force as she could behind the word.
"Liar." Tammy giggled in Katherine's ear. "I've seen the way you look at him."
"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Gav asked. Katherine noted that his cock was fully erect, the head large and uncovered from his foreskin. Dear god, he wants to fuck me, she realized.