Chapter Two: Call Me Angela
Miss Angela Honeywell whistled cheerfully as she emerged from the elevator and strolled down the corridor. As she walked, she felt as though everyone was looking at her - particularly the men, of course. A mail clerk stopped dead in his tracks as she passed him by, and she didn't need to look back to know that his gaze was traveling down her sleek business suit to the short skirt that she had chosen to wear on this assignment. She spotted a trio of men gathered around a table in a nearby office, and all three of them turned to stare at her as she walked by, their eyes magnetically drawn to her long, shapely legs. Some of the bolder men that she passed were brave enough to say hello, and she smiled politely at them through her glasses and kept walking. She enjoyed the feeling of being watched and admired; it gave her a sort of power that she could put to good use if need be. And though she pretended to ignore the lustful gazes from the men that she passed, she secretly welcomed their attentions, knowing that she could use their own desires against them if she wanted to do so. Sometimes, being a sex object was an extremely useful advantage. Angela smiled as she sauntered deeper into the corporate building, imagining that even the security guards were watching her through the cameras, perhaps even masturbating.
And Mr. Finchberg would be no different. She arrived at his office and waited patiently while the secretary announced her presence while disdainfully eyeing Angela's short skirt. Within seconds, the vice-president emerged from a nearby door and walked over toward her. He was a relatively young man, perhaps thirty-five, and no different from the rest of the males in the office; his gaze flickered up and down her body instinctively as he approached her and shook her hand.
"Miss Honeysuckle, how do you do?" She was using an alias, of course.
"I am well, thank you," she said.
"Excellent. Well, let's get started, shall we?"
He invited her into his office and closed the door. Seating himself on the opposite side of the desk, he folded his hands and stared at her. "Now then, what can I do for you?"
She smiled politely. "Mr. Finchberg..."
"Please, call me Edward." He smiled at her, and she smiled back. This was going to be easy.
"Edward...we have had a number of security incidents lately, and my unit is attempting to determine whether or not this site has been affected."
"Well, I don't believe there have been incidents in this area. I can assure you, we have very strict security protocols here."
"I do not doubt it. However, with your permission, I would like to have a look at some of the computer records."
"Of course. Would you like to come over here and use my laptop?" Angela almost laughed at the suggestive question.
"Thank you, but it would probably be best if you accessed the records, since you have the necessary passwords. I will simply watch." She stood up and walked across to the other side of the desk, standing directly behind the vice-president as he began to key a password.
"I can see you're a fast typist," she said.
"Lots of practice," he smiled up at her.
"With those quick fingers, I imagine that you can do lots of interesting things." She allowed him a moment to wonder what she meant by that. "Do you play the piano?" she asked.
"Uh...no," he said, somewhat flustered. "Here, we're in. Where would you like to go?"
She leaned down over his shoulder, so that her face was fairly close to his. "Let's start with the firewall data. If someone from the outside was trying to get in, I want to see what they'd have to go through in order to get to our sensitive parts." She took off her jacket as she said this, draping it onto the desk. "Oh, that's a nice picture. Is that your wife and children?"
"Yes," said Edward, sounding somewhat disappointed.
"How long have you been married?"
"Almost ten years, this December."
"I'm glad to hear it. So many people get divorced these days. It's rare to find husbands who are actually faithful to their wives. It seems as though most of them feel the need to have an affair with younger women." She leaned closer to the computer screen, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Oh wait, go back. Are those the external access numbers?"
Edward loosened his tie and nodded. "Yes. That's the information a hacker would need in order to push past the firewall and penetrate our organization.'
"Shouldn't there be better protection for those numbers?"
"Well, it would be hard for anyone to get this far...and even if they did, they couldn't do anything without the master control codes."
"And where are those located?"
"They're kept in sealed physical files, here at the office."
"Where?"
"In a safe. Right here in this room, actually."
"Can you show me?"
He hesitated. "Miss Honeysuckle..."
"Angela," she said.
"Angela, I can't show you the files. We're only supposed to open them in the event of a serious security breach."
She nodded and sat down on the desk. "I understand." She noticed that when Edward turned around, his eyes went straight to the attractive thighs perched upon his desk. "Now Edward...you shouldn't be staring at those."
He grimaced with embarrassment and looked away. "I'm sorry."
"No, that all right. I get lots of stares, as you might imagine." She reached up and began to unfasten her hair from its tight knots.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, still averting his gaze.
Angela allowed her long red hair to tumble freely around her shoulders. "Well, there is one thing..." She began to unbutton her blouse.
When Edward dared to look at her again, his jaw dropped at the sight of her shirt coming undone. "Miss Honeysuckle...!"
"I told you, call me Angela," she smiled at him as she parted her blouse, revealing the sexy black bra beneath.
"Angela, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She unfastened her skirt and began to slide it down her thighs.
"Something you shouldn't be doing," he said, but his eyes lingered upon her black panties. "I'm...I'm married."
"The same woman for the last ten years," said Angela, sliding her skirt to the floor. "Don't you want to taste something different?" She stood in front of him, so that his eyes were level with her belly button. "I can see the way you've been looking at me all morning, the way you're looking at me right now. You can't tell me that you don't want me."
Indeed, Edward could not utter such a falsehood. He simply sat there and watched as she straddled his legs and sat upon his lap. "Let yourself go, just for an hour," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "Your wife will never know." She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, and Edward made no effort to resist her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close, massaging her naked flesh as his tongue began to dance with hers. As they kissed, Angela unhooked her bra and discarded it. Edward's hands groped her naked breasts, and soon he ended his kiss in order to pay homage to her nipples. "Yes, that's better," cooed Angela as the corporate vice-president began to lick and suckle her swollen tits.
A few moments later, Angela stood up and lowered her panties to the floor. Edward stared at her fur-covered pussy as he hastily discarded his own pants. At last his penis sprang into view, and Angela smiled at the sight of the erect organ. "Well now, Edward, what would you like to do with that magnificent cock?"
He answered her by shoving her back on top of the desk and positioning his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Without hesitation, he shoved his cock inside her juicy twat and began to fuck her. Angela moaned in appreciation as his cock wormed its way in and out of her love tunnel, and she slid her hands up and down her smooth belly as Edward gave in to his adulterous urges.
Then the intercom buzzed. "Mr. Finchberg?"
"Yes, what is it?" he growled, spearing his cock deep inside the lovely young woman.
"Your wife is on line one."
"Tell her I'm in a meeting, please," he said, fighting to keep his voice even as he continued his cock thrusts.
"I told her that, but she said she needs to speak to you immediately."
"All right, put her through." As he spoke, Edward continued to drill Angela's pussy, and she grinned up at him.
"Hi, Ellen, what is it?"
"Oh, Edward, I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to let you know that they put me on a field assignment, so I won't be able to pick up Becky at school. Can you manage it?"
"Um...sure...that's fine." He grunted as he sawed his cock in and out of the naked young woman lying on his desk.
"Are you all right? Your voice sounds a little strange."
"It's...nothing...just a...just a bit of a...sore throat." He pushed his dick into Angela's twat again and again, causing her to moan and writhe.
"What was that?" asked his wife.
"N...Nothing," stammered Edward, who was on the verge of losing control of himself. "Someone here...just spilled some...hot coffee..." He fucked Angela even harder, his hips slamming against her crotch with an urgent, relentless mating rhythm. The young woman helplessly whimpered as his stiff cock plunged in and out of her sex-drenched cunt.
"Edward, what's going on there? Who's in that office with you?"
He desperately reached for the intercom and jabbed the 'mute' button, just as Angela groaned in orgasm. Her pussy pumped cum all over his invading penis, and some of it trickled down to stain the paperwork on the desk.
"Edward? Are you there?"
Edward ignored his wife's voice and just kept pounding his stiff cock into the gorgeous young woman beneath him. Adultery or not, he could not stop himself from plunging his dick into her gooey twat. In and out, in and out, he fucked her pussy with a single-minded urge. And as his cock began to swell, he realized that he was about to impregnate this sexy woman, whom he had known for only fifteen minutes. But the sight of her breasts, her belly, her slick cunt lips as he plowed deep inside her...he knew he wasn't going to stop. He had gone this far, and he wouldn't stop fucking this beautiful woman until his sperm was bursting deep inside her. He screwed her hot pussy a few more times, relishing the delicious sensation of cock flesh rubbing inside a buttery vagina. And then he was coming, groaning loudly as he sank his pulsing meat deep inside her and squirted his baby juice into her belly.
An hour later, Angela emerged from the office. Her hair and clothes were neat and tidy again, and no one would have suspected that she had just obtained sensitive security information for one of the largest corporations in Britain.