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Chapter One

Roddy Morgan slipped his hand inside my skirt while I was at the water cooler Waroose bumps on the flesh, and a quiver that ran fro a drink He was getting intoto fend off the curious glances of three power executives walking the corridor looking seriously gluht they saw, but too busy to bother with Roddy’sface As a rule, I lances of self-important men, to stay on the sidelines, lost in the shuffle of the frantic office I also tookmost of the time buried in a back corner of the research departht feet high, where my cluttered desk sat like a tribute to an independent thinker At the , I did catch a pair of dark and steamy eyes focused aled to Those eyes were as effective as Roddy’s hand on hts, but they were gone too soon fordetails such as a face, or a tie, or a pressed suit, or a distinctive body shape

Back at my desk, I turned on my ancient enerally did the trick There were precious few funds for the equipiven the job I was supposed to do, part of which was surfing the Internet for inforents needed for clients, for e required to ’ sell I was supposed to know it all, find anything anyone needed at a glance And once the faceless souls had what they wanted and left my stuffy cubicle for the wider world of their fancy offices, I was ignored That’s exactly how I liked it then; suited ot into my private business and I didn’t care about anyone else’s I was saved from the secretarial pool chatter in my corner behind the office files—they really didn’t plan on ed offices and desks, but the isolation was my salvation

My only real contact with hun here ith Roddy, a quirky computer technician, as init He ended up replacing just about everything from motherboard to video card, from power supply to printer cable He doubledhard drive—or so it would seem—and hooked me to the T-line, so I didn’t have to connect to the Internet with the 28K norant exec decided was probably adequate for my job Roddy had my revamped syste back for more fixes, almost daily

Hoas expected to do my job with an outdated coure “Idiots!” he rolled his eyes and scowled, ranting on about the stupidity of the coers and tools intoo was foreplay, and as he turned the last screw on the co his bones, unable to defend ainst his brilliance I think he liked ht hiht be the kind of girl to watch—if a guy wasn’t looking for a runway model, with size zero tits and an e set of artificial jugs and a mop of dyed blonde hair I pridedexotic with dark skin and hair the color of burnt toast I have hips and breasts in generous proportions, curves, e that naturally drew the attention of men—when I wanted to draw their attention, and only then

Strangely, I did like Roddy He wasn’t as geeky as lasses, no scraggly hair and unpressed clothes Maybe his brown hair was disheveled and falling into his face, and his blue jeans orn, but the hair was almost sexy, and he neatly tucked his bleached white cotton t-shirts into a low-slung waistline His smile was quick and easy, his dark eyes deep and soulful His look was almost movie idol perfect, except for teeth that needed a little fixing

I soon looked forward to his visits, and even the sexy glimmer in his eye as he subtly caht hours a day lost in my solitary island, little contact with the world outside—so in my desk chair—a friendly face, so consciousness of the outer officeAnd, then too, there was a sexy swagger to his tight round buns

Exactly when he decided that he’d fuck me in the computer lab, I don’t know One of those accidents that just happens, I suppose, like stu over your own foot I think we knew thatsexual Yes, it was off the beaten path of the regular office, but there was no door, no lock and key, no way to be sure that ouldn’t be found by soht of Roddy’s tongue downhis cock

Occasionally at lunchtime, I ventured to the lab at Roddy’s invitation Different scenery Different people The break was refreshing, I’d tell ive Roddy the idea that I was interested in hi tuna sandwiches and Coke we’d suddenly be locked in a passionate e some delicious scent of aftershave that riled rovel helplessly into his body, where I discovered a firm set of ular workouts in a gym My discovery fanned the flames of my desire, so that before I returned to my desk for the afternoon, I was laid out on a table in the computer lab—memory, modems, video cards and tools shoved aside—as Roddy pulled out a first rate cock froot started andto s the natural sounds of sex—though I really didn’t succeed Thankfully, he was quick—ti out on our privacy, I would soon discover; his boss walked in on us not a minute after ere finished and presentable But quickready for this roins was only natural Roddy Morgan rammed his fat prick into my love cave with such expertise that I iory of men, one reserved for the ‘keepers’—definition obvious No longer the co stud with an attitude I loved it! Even if I could never love him, I could sure fuck the hell out of him Seemed like a simple cure for my loneliness on the job

After the first tih Roddy’s trips to my cubicle were curtailed so and since ured it

would be easier to conduct our fling in the more remote subterranean computer lab His boss always ate out, he assured me, and hardly anyone in the con, Roddy told me He liked his anonymity and seclusion as much as I did

Thus, some three weeks later, it wasn’t completely unexpected to find Roddy playfully, and hopefully surreptitiously, fondling my privates by the water cooler Little did I kno much that brief hand-in-my-pants encounter drew the attention of that small audience of execs, their attention aptly focused on me

When I wasn’t interacting officially or sexually with Roddy Morgan, which was ures and information requested of me I delved into books, research reports, and often h, I surfed the net, which seemed to provide infor the net for work-related infor periods of tio in streaks, I surfed the net for myself

Until I landed this job, I’d had very little Internet experience My friends were chatting nightly in groups, playing kinky gae I didn’t understand I replied that chat rooned solely to take yourI found out all too quickly that they were right

The first tisuitscom—and it was truly an accident, I swear, I al, 3-D color a pair of breasts that looked exactly like e and dark like mine, and the nipples in the centers small perfectly formed knots in perfect duplication of the ones I looked at daily in thelike mine, but that didn’t lued to the two perfectly rounded, very naturally stunning orbs I can reazed at the i throughand retreated with the back button to safer websites, breathing a little easier, and finally deciding that there were just not that many body styles, shapes and types, and perhapsfor internet viewers Naturally I’d find ones siarishly populate the Internet I almost smiled with satisfaction at that conclusion, but when I tried to find the site again, it see-breasted oblivion of a hundred websites exactly like it, a hundred alh a e, or any page I found beyond the entry button I didn’t yet realize that there was a detailed history of my Internet travels, robotically recorded inside my computer By the tibabesinbathingsuitscom, or whatever the site name was, had dropped out of my files

I spent a good week deliberately avoiding porn sites In fact, I stayed away fro that I could do a better job with traditional methods Unfortunately, it took hours—and soh conventional channels what I could locate in minutes on the net I finally ventured back cautiously, but was careful to avoid anything sexual

I was successful in my plan for several days But then my determination to remain professional and untainted by the seamier site of the Net took a drastic turn in the opposite direction That day it was late Except for a few over-achievers still diligently working on their accounts, a stray secretary andwere vacant Even Roddy had gone hoed off his last sexual advances I hadn’t been in the mood since my eyes fixated on ht with his hand upto explain to Roddy why I wasn’t uninterested I suspect he thought it had so to do with the incident, but it really didn’t

That night, just before quitting ti I’d look up L L Bean for a sweater to buy ot anywhere near button-downshirtsandcorduroyskirtscom I was buffeted back into the web of bare-chested women and shaved pubic mounds, thrust toward the steao down on penis heads My response was as auto, pussy heating and squir beforeWhere was Roddy when I needed him? Of course, he was on his way home, lost in that othertohatever seedy rooirlfriend I didn’t know about We had a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy regarding other relationships, which pretty

In lieu of any direct relief, I kept up antic rift that was this strange erotic world There were no rules on what could be shown before the naked eye, andthe i, tits aching, cunt aching, head aching Where would this end?