Just Another Day At The Office - Part 1

(BOND,INTERR,MF,FF,MF+,NC)

©1998, 1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Come in," Danny called without even bothering to look up from the papers on his desk. Although he heard the door swing open, he didn't acknowledge that someone had entered his office. He was a managing partner; whoever it was could wait until he finished what he was doing.

After almost five minutes of playing the waiting game, Carnie finally spoke up. "Mr. Givens? I'm from network support, and I need to..."

Danny was outraged; he could not believe that some network support weenie DARED speak to him before she was addressed. It had been a long time since he'd been a "little people"; he'd forgotten how to be polite.

"Young lady," he interrupted, " I don't know who you think you are barging in here with your little task, but ...JESUS!"

During his tirade, Carnie had moved in front of Danny's desk, waiting patiently for it to end. As he was just getting revved up, he made the mistake of looking up, only to find the most stunning set of tits he'd ever laid eyes on.

Danny had never really been attracted to black women (in fact, he didn't think he'd ever had any desire to fuck one), but Carnie was
definitely capable of changing that.

Since she was not a member of the consulting staff, she wasn't held to the stricter blue suit, white blouse dress code that women normally had to adhere to. She had a little more flexibility, and used it to her advantage.

On a woman of average height, her 38DD breasts would have been large, but not exaggeratedly so; however, Carnie barely stood five feet tall, and might have weighed 100 lbs. with a brick in each pocket. Her skin was a deep, healthy tan, light enough that Danny could see the veins tracing through her magnificent tits clearly through the pale blue blouse that clung erotically to them. Her nipples were a dark chocolate brown, almost black, about 3.5 inches in diameter, and came to a point almost a half-inch long.

It was easy to tell all of this because Carnie wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples slowly crinkled, growing harder and longer under Danny's intense stare. She smiled as he reflexively licked his lips.

"Yes Mr. Givens?" she asked sweetly, her voice sounding both innocent and inviting at the same time.

By this time, her nipples were straining so hard against the material of her blouse that Danny was certain they were going to punch right through.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Danny struggled to regain his composure. In business, he never let the other person know that they'd had an effect on him.

"I'm very busy today," he said evenly, his voice calm and level. "What is it that you need in here..."he scanned her employee badge, which hung at an obscene angle off of her chest, "...Carnie? Can't it wait until after I've left for the day?"

He put on an impressive performance, one that would have been totally believable, except for the fact that, other than when he read her name, he stared at her hardening nipples the entire time.

"Well actually, sir, I need to look at your laptop," Carnie said apologetically. "I have to run an inventory, but I promise it will only take a minute."

Taking advantage of his apparent distraction, Carnie made her way around to the side of Danny's desk, over to the network port, as she spoke. Danny turned to follow her movement, pleasantly resigned to "endure" the interruption. Hell, this girl was hot! As if to emphasize the point, his cock stirred in his lap, lightly twitching as Carnie's lower half came into view.

To Danny's amazement, the rest of Carnie was equally impressive. Her waist was very slim; Danny suspected he could probably encircle it with his hands. Her hips were slender and slightly rounded, and her legs seemed unbelievably long for a woman so small. Her slight heels supported toned, well-muscled calves attached to thighs that could only belong to a distance runner. Once again, Carnie had taken liberties with the dress code, and had opted for a burgundy skirt that showed off her skin color well and, although pleated, stopped at mid thigh. She turned and smiled at Danny, and looked over at his laptop, pushed aside to the far corner of his desk.

"Good, you're not logged on. That will make it go even faster. Let me just plug my laptop into the port and fire it up, and I'll be out of here before you can shake a stick."

She turned back toward the wall. Was she making fun of him? Danny adjusted his trousers, but kept his eyes on Carnie's back. In a fluid motion, she bent from the waist, unzipped her laptop bag and removed her network cord. She then attached the cord to her laptop, fiddled around for a minute, powered it up, stood up and walked toward Danny's desk. There was no way to hide the effect she was having on him. The front of his suit pants were rigid, his cock filling the slight area tightly, discomfort clear on his face. While she was bent over (which couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two), Danny's cock got harder than it'd been in years; not just hard, but steel bending, rock splitting hard!

When she set up her computer, her skirt rose clear to her ass, revealing a burgundy t-strap to match her skirt. This of course was obvious because she wasn't wearing any pantyhose. From what Danny could see, the t-strap consisted of a piece of material no thicker than a shoelace that went down the crack of her ass (which was firm, and round, with no hint of flab) and met a similarly small piece of material that should have covered her pussy in the front. However, this material was not up to the daunting challenge, and could only manage to gently separate her vulva, spreading them so that Danny could see the pink edges when she was in that position. He also saw that she was aroused. Her pussy glistened and the material of her t-strap was damp where it spread her lips. He was surprised that he didn't shoot right there in his pants.

All he could concentrate on were ways to fuck this woman without ending up on the bad end of a sexual harassment inquiry, if not a racial discrimination charge as well.

Carnie walked behind him to his credenza, seemingly oblivious to the raging hard on he was sporting or the obvious lust in his gaze. As she connected the two computers, she bent slightly, and Danny was immediately rewarded with the musky odor of pussy seeping from between her legs. That was more than he could handle. With a soft throaty groan his cock exploded, showering his boxers and suit pants with thick jets of cum. Never in his life had he cum without someone at least touching him!

The beeps and tones indicated that Danny's computer was nearing the completion of the boot up sequence. With Carnie's back to him, Danny hastily slid his soiled lap under his desk.

Breathing deeply to steady his voice, Danny asked as casually as he could manage, "So, how is this inventory different from the one that my assistant did last week?"

"Oh, that was a property inventory. This is a software inventory."

"Software inventory?"

"Yes, a software inventory. We have to make sure that all of the software loaded is properly licensed, and that there are no files present that are against company policies."

"Files?" Danny asked uneasily.

"Yeah, illegal software, pornographic pictures, that sort of thing. There is a lot of strange stuff out there, and since the laptops are company property, we periodically check to make sure that there is nothing on them that could unduly expose the firm. I have auditing software on my laptop that scans your hard drive, and then uploads the results to the central system. When I go back to my office, I download the results and submit my reports to corporate."

Danny hadn't heard a word she said after "pornographic pictures". Shit, did he have any on there? It was amazing what you could find these days on the Internet. Once or twice a week, he would go out to the websites and newsgroups and download some pictures then jerk off as they scrolled across the screen. “What harm did it do?” he’d always thought. He usually deleted them when he was done, but he couldn't remember if he did the last time. Shit! Danny realized that he hadn't heard any noise from the computers in a little while.

"Everything OK?"

"Almost done. Just one more test to finish, but it's the longest. We have software that can analyze a hard drive and retrieve any files that have been deleted, unless certain precautions were taken, which they almost never are."

As if on cue, Carnie's laptop started to beep.

"Hmm, what's this?"

Danny's heart fell into the pit of his stomach. He decided that it was better to pretend that he was still working, and that he wasn't paying attention to anything that she was doing. His mind was racing trying to come up with a way to get out of what he now knew was inevitable.

"Ho-ho Mr. Givens, it appears that you're pretty good with a search engine," Carnie chuckled. "You've got quite a collection of files here."

He could hear her fingers pressing series of keys as she retrieved the pictures Danny thought had been erased.

"And varied interests, I see..."

Believing that the best defense is a good offense, Danny interrupted. "Look, Carnie, there are a couple of pictures on there that I looked at on the road, to help me relieve the stress of a long day. There's no crime in that."

"True," Carnie admitted as she walked around the credenza and perched her cute little ass on the edge of the desk facing him. He was still sitting with his lap under the desk to hide his cum-soaked lap. "But it is in direct violation of company policy. I think it's grounds for dismissal, but I'm not sure what would happen to a managing partner. Never caught one before; most scrub their drives."

Shit, Danny thought again. "You know I could have you fired before you got back to your desk, don't you?"

It was true; in a firm this size there were 4 managing partners, each with absolute dominion over all but the other 3. Carnie nodded.

"Yes, you could. But it wouldn't help. The information has already been fed to the server; my work would just get reassigned and the data would still be accessed."

Danny slumped in his seat. The worst thing was, he really couldn't be fired. He could, however, be humiliated in front of the 3 other managing partners, as well a s the partners on the discipline committee.

In his dejection, Danny failed to notice that two thick points hard enough to cut diamonds now capped Carnie’s nipples. As she reached across him to pick up the photo sitting on his desk, they brushed against his arm. He snatched his hand away; the heat and the hardness actually hurt!

End of Part 1.

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