Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 42

butterfly

Lauren had called in sick today, so we were suspending work on the project, instead using the time to get caught up on our individual paperwork. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed spending time with Lauren and Shane until I had to spend the morning without them.

I'd answered all of my emails, and was now facing the daunting task of organizing the drafts of characters we'd been working on for weeks. We had saved them all in different folders. My plan was to arrange them by the dates we'd drafted each of the thirty-two characters we had created. I was trying to do it on my desk but there simply wasn't enough space, so I picked up the pile of papers and headed down the hall to the conference room we'd been using every day for the past few weeks.

I didn't get far before I realized that I had forgotten two of the folders. Gone for less than two minutes, I was shocked to find that there was an envelope on the table when I returned.

Dearest butterfly,

I have come for lunch. You are not to look under the table. Speak when you understand.

Mistress

My eyes were wide with shock and I had to read the letter twice. If I spoke aloud, would my Mistress know? I decided to try it.

"I understand, Mistress."

"Good," I heard her reply from under the table. I jumped a bit, as the unexpected voice startled me.

Sitting on my chair, I stared straight ahead, not knowing what to do. "I've come for my lunch, butterfly."

I felt her slide my skirt up my thighs, exposing me to her. The table was covering what was going on underneath it, but I was sitting in the conference room with its half-glass walls. I couldn't help the rush of adrenaline that I felt as I watched my colleagues move about the office.

"Slide to the front of the chair and spread your legs wide, babygirl."

I did as I was told and held my breath, anticipating what was to come.

I was wearing thigh high stockings and a thong, none of which protected me from her delicious tongue. Moments after she licked my panties, he tore them from my body, causing me to squeal. My Mistress had to remind me to keep quiet and look busy.

As I pretended to organize paperwork, she sucked on my clit. Before I knew it, her fingers were sliding in and out of me, pumping hard and fast. I gripped the armrests of the chair to help me stay in control.

The sound of someone knocking alarmed me and I wasn't sure what to do.

"Hey, Mila," Shane said as he opened the conference room door. He took a closer look at me and asked, "Are you alright?"

I knew I must have looked a sight. My face was surely flushed and my skin wet with perspiration.

"I'm fine," I answered Shane as my Mistress started to move her fingers inside of me again. They stayed buried deep, but she was curling them forward, rubbing on that special spot within me.

"Are you sure? Maybe you should take a day off," she said, clearly unaware of my situation.

"I'm good," I responded quickly, trying to get rid of him.

He seemed to take the hint because a moment later he was gone. My Mistress didn't speak again for a while; she just kept finger fucking and eating me.

"Come," she growled, and I knew that I was going to make the chair very sticky.

It was terrifying and exhilarating to watch my co-workers working right on the other side of the window while I was being given pleasure.

"I would never ask you to jeopardize your job, but I'd like you to go home sick this afternoon."

Almost at that exact second, Shane opened the door again. "Hey, now I remember what I came by for earlier," he said proudly. "I just wanted to see if you filled in the...oh..." He stopped when he saw how I looked.

"I'm going to go home," I announced, my decision made. I hadn't taken a sick day in months, and I wanted to spend the afternoon with my Mistress.