Underground parking lot. Dim lights buzz. My old company van squats in the corner. Bought it cheap from retiring archivist—shelves crammed with files, spare blouses, coffee thermos, hot plate. Rain hammers roof. Thunder rumbles. Office hum drifts down: printers whirring nonstop. Mouse clicks echo faintly. Door slams somewhere above.
All week, eyes locked across open space. Two new interns. Steve, freckled redhead, shy grin. Carl, dark hair, intense stare. Dossiers pile up between us. My skirt rides high during meetings. Their glances burn. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. I crave the risk. Boss lady by day. Slut by storm.
The Ambiance
They dash in soaked from lunch run. Shirts cling. “Dry off in here,” I purr. Door slides shut. Lock clicks sharp. Perfume—mine, floral sharp—mixes with coffee steam from thermos. Wet fabric drips. Tension coils. I sip black brew. Hot. Bitter. Eyes on their crotches. Bulges hint.
They strip shirts. Hang on shelves against Dumas paperbacks, philosophy tomes I kept. Laugh nervous. Chat jobs. Me at wheel. Rain sheets windshield. Heat builds. Hammam stuffy. Their pants tent. My nipples harden under blouse.
“Too hot,” I say. Unbutton slow. Bra drops. Tits free, bronzed from secret solarium. They gape. Steve blushes. Carl licks lips. Pants off. Boxers strain. I peel skirt. Thong aside. Naked on air mattress. “Join me. Or freeze.”
The Explosion. Bodies collide. Steve first. Tongue on clit. Wet laps. Coffee breath mixes musk. I moan low. Carl kneels. Cock in my hand. Thick. Veiny. Stroke firm. “Suck it,” he growls. I do. Salty pre-cum. Gags echo in tight space.
The Explosion
Printer whine upstairs fades. Thunder crashes. Door lock holds. I push Steve down. Straddle. Pussy swallows cock. Wet slide. Balls slap. “Fuck me hard,” I hiss. Hips grind. Desk-job stress explodes. Carl behind. Fingers ass. Lube from glovebox. Slow push. Double filled. Stretch burns sweet.
Grunts. Slaps. Sweat slicks. “Your cunt’s tight, boss,” Steve pants. “Pound it.” I buck wild. Perfume drowns in sex stink. Coffee spills. Mug rolls. Ting. Orgasms build. Quick. Fierce. I clench. They pulse. Cum floods. Safe, wrapped. Shudders rack us.
The Mask. Gasp. Untangle. Wipe quick. Tissues from dash. Thong up. Bra snaps. Blouse buttons neat. Hair smooths. Lipstick fresh. They dress fumbling. Smiles sly. “Back to work. Meeting in ten.” Door unlocks. Click. Step out cool. Heels click concrete.
Elevator dings. Open space awaits. Printer hums. Mouse clicks resume. I slide into chair. Dossier opens. Glance their way. Nods casual. Hearts still thunder. No one knows. Rush lingers. Ambitious. Addicted. Tomorrow? Rain again.