A Private Dance

Carla

I was horny.  Plain and simple.  I hadn’t been fucked in who knows how long and I was so wired, once slight touch and I would explode.  I had no patience for anything, least of all this annoying printer!  Damn, why won’t this stupid cartridge go back into place?  I hate office equipment.  I slammed the cover down in hopes that it would do the trick but so such luck.  I needed to print out this report or my ass would be in a sling.  Glad my boss wasn’t going to be back until the morning, it might be a late night at this rate.

I sighed, what the fuck?  I just can’t take this anymore.  I rub my hands tiredly over my face, totally exasperated.  It was already late, just about everyone else had gone home.  Not me, though, trooper that I am, I stayed to get the job done and look what it fucking gets me?  A jammed printer and a broken nail from slamming the lid down.   Maybe I can reroute it to the printer in the other department.  Damn, it has been a while since I had to configure my printers, but yes, that should do it.

Look at that, maybe I can actually get home to have dinner and a hot bath to get myself off.  Ha!  I can’t believe that is what I am looking forward to I think as I walk down the corridor and through the double doors to the next department.  Just like my offices, this one is empty, a stray desk light left on here and there but looks like solitude for Carla again.

Ok, document in queue, print, YES!  Finally, it is working!  I am so happy I start doing this stupid little dance, like that of a stripper on a pole, only the printer is the pole!   As I do my final bend, my arms paying homage to the printer before bending completely, my ass raised high, my hands then travel up my legs, lifting my skirt slightly to reveal the sexy red thong I chose to wear.  I laugh to myself, a little breathless, as I go to remove my document from the tray.

That is when I heard the applause.  I turned, oh shit, the senior vice president, I was doomed!  I searched my mind, but couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Then he spoke first, “So, what would I have to do to get a private dance?”

Carla replies………

Do you really think I am going to tell you just like that what happened next?  Get Real!

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